#Disclaimer: It took me almost two days to reply to this

[twilight-deviant]

Side question: bodyguard competition? You know, like Wilson has Wesley and in the comics Richard has Jason Macendale (not relevant but I imagine a headcanon where in the series Jason is put to train as a child to be the bodyguard for his brutality but the thing is that they hate each other and Richard)

Ah, I wish I could give a more informed reply. I haven't read many Spider-Man comics. (There are so many! 〒▽〒)

I'll read the occasional one where Fisk is involved, and a few to get some plot for other characters (like Hallows' Eve). I really need to follow a reading list for all of Richard's stuff. Because I'm intrigued by what you're saying. 👀 (I'm reminded of the Hawkeye tv series where Kazi was Maya's childhood friend, but Fisk sort of took over his life to make him work for, protect, and keep tabs on Maya.)

I want to declare Wesley the winner due to my limited perspective, but I don't know if he's guarding Fisk's body so much as his peace of mind. Not really violent himself, just... a guy who is dependably there. ♥ With support... or body cleanup... or towel...

[Daredevil (1964) #227]

[Daredevil (2019) #13]

[Daredevil (2019) #6]

[peanutpinet]

Little Things - Sylus x Isekai Fem Reader

Summary: When your consciousness somehow ended up in the LADS MC’s body right as Sylus’ character was released. You went through what the MC was supposed to do in the game and while waiting for the next update, you’ve gotten closer to Sylus that he treats you with everything you couldn’t have in your world

A/N: I can’t help but make a fic where you took over the MC’s body and became the MC. Though in this fic, Sylus already knows that you’re not exactly the MC yet he’s also not complaining about your company and even started to open up to you and even allow you to use his money but he’s confused as to why you’re not spending as much as he thought

I was inspired by a fic that I read on Tumblr by @atoltia

Sequel: Welcome to My World

Disclaimer: I do not own the images nor the characters or you (the MC). All images were taken from Pinterest.

Warning: will be using MC instead of (Y/N) as it’s easier for me, fluff, slight angst (no character death), overthinker MC, soft Sylus

“You go talk to him” Luke nudged his twin brother who stared back at him thinking that he was crazy

“Are you crazy? I’m not talking to him. Have you seen how he’s been the past few weeks? He’s been on his phone, checking something out almost every day unless he’s with MC” Kieran replied back as both he and Luke were eyeing Sylus who was in his study, wearing some comfortable clothing and glasses while scrolling through his phone

“Do you think that he’s planning to do something for MC? Like maybe propose to her? I mean. ever since their first meeting, he’s been different? More attentive towards MC. He even gave her the brooch which is the direct access to the N109 zone. He even let her drive his cars and do whatever she wanted with the place though I like her style. It feels more homey nowadays” Luke pointed out and Kieran agreed with his twin

The twins kept on talking in front of the study room until Sylus had it and called the twins inside. “I know you both are out there. Either come in and report what you want to report or leave before I stop letting either of you peek around”

Immediately, the twins walked into the study where they saw their boss still not looking up from his phone. The twins looked at each other before agreeing to speak at the same time.

“We cleaned up at the next like you said” Kieran mentioned

“Are you going to propose to MC?” Luke mentioned

The twins looked at each other, confused that their twin telepathy was not working when they needed it. Hearing a grunt, the twins immediately apologised and begged Sylus to not hurt them or worse; make them clean the entire penthouse.

“What Luke meant was how is MC?” Kieran quickly changed his twin’s wording

“Yea. That’s what I meant. I mean, you seem to be glued to your phone boss. We assume that it’s because of MC so we were wondering if anything happened to her or if you need us to watch her?” Luke added on

“Actually, perhaps you can watch her for me” Sylus mentioned and the twins sighed of relief until they heard the next words come out of Sylus’ mouth. “I’d like to know why isn’t she using my card like I expected her to”

The twins looked at each other, confused once more. “What do you mean she’s not using your card, sir?” Kieran asked

“Do you think she lost it? Or perhaps she gave it to someone and that’s why her spending is crazy” Luke added on and for the first time, the twins saw their boss put his phone down only to open up several holographic files; specifically transactions from his card

“No. It’s quite the opposite actually. She has my card. She uses it but not as much as I thought. She’s only spending on the daily necessities and occasionally a book or two. Never any jewellery, any new clothing. She only bought one hairdryer set and never any other hair tools except a brush and clips and even those are cheap. The most she spent was just a water dispenser and an air fryer. What, does she think that she’s being stingy if she were to spend a lot of my money? Or perhaps she wants to seem more independent? What if she thinks that I’m in debt?” Sylus kept going on until the twins stopped him

“Uh, boss. I don’t think it’s any of those reasons” Luke mentioned, catching Sylus’ attention. “What do you mean, Luke?”

“I mean. I’ve, we’ve, talked to her sometimes and she just mentioned that she doesn’t know what to use all the money for. I don’t think that she thinks you’re in debt or feel bad about using your money. It’s just that she’s not used to it. Not used to having a lot of money that she’s overwhelmed?” Luke explained while Sylus had a deep thought

“Overwhelmed? It’s the first I heard of this. You would think that when someone has this amount of money in the palm of their hands, they would go crazy almost immediately” Sylus replied

“Well, she’s not like most people, sir” Luke added on and that’s what got Sylus to get up from his study room and go to find MC

Sylus looked around for you in the penthouse from the kitchen, living room, the guest bedroom where you typically like to be when you’re alone, and finally, his bedroom which is practically your shared bedroom ever since an incident that happened early in your meeting together.

As he was walking towards the master bedroom, Sylus could hear some music playing. Slowly opening the door to the room, Sylus peeked in and saw your small figure on the bed, humming to the music that was playing from your phone at the same time doing something.

Smiling to himself, Sylus decided to lean by the door as he made himself noticed by you. “Sweetie, what are you doing in here all alone?”

Looking up from your hands, you looked at Sylus who put on that soft smile only for you. “Hi Sy. I’m just trying to stitch up a T-shirt of mine. I’m almost done. Do you need help to make dinner?” you asked, finishing up the T-shirt you were stitching as Sylus made his way towards you

“No. I’ve decided to order in for tonight. I got your favourites” Sylus mentioned as you hummed

“There we go. Finally done. So, dinner?” you mentioned, placing down the T-shirt you were sewing which made Sylus chuckled

“It’s on its way, sweetheart. Which means…” Sylus grabbed your hand and yanked you towards him, laying down on the bed together as he held you close. “We have a bit of time to ourselves before dinner comes”

Giggling at his clingy behaviour, you accepted defeat that you couldn’t fight him on this and just leaned your head to his chest, listening to his slightly abnormal fast heartbeat while feeling Sylus’ fingers going through your hair.

“Sweetie…” Sylus called you while you hummed, feeling a bit drowsy

“Why do you work so hard to sew your T-shirt when you could’ve bought a new one? You know that I can find someone to make the exact same one with the same materials and everything” Sylus mentioned

“I know” you answered, drawing circles on Sylus’ chest while continuing. “I know that you could most probably buy anything I want and more. But while all that sounds good, it’s the little things, the memories that come with what I have now that matter”

“Is that so?” Sylus asked, as if he was still unsure of your answer and the tone he used made you look up at him. “Is there something wrong with my answer? Was it not what you expected? Along with how I’ve been using your card?” you asked back which made Sylus chuckle

“You know me so well, don’t you kitten?” Sylus chuckled, caressing your cheek with his large hands now making you giggle

“I mean, I’ve been observing you longer than you observing me. But you should know, I’m more than grateful for you giving me your card. It’s an incredible privilege and it makes me know how much trust you have in me. Though, I don’t need all that when I can do all the little things with you. Even as simple as cleaning together or moments like right now is what I cherish the most” you mentioned and using his hand that was on your cheek, Sylus gently lifted your face as he gave your lips one of the softest kisses you ever had whilst caressing your cheek at the same time

Pulling away, you were met with Sylus’ soft gaze and smile once again and instantly felt the heat rush to your cheeks as you questioned him. “W-what’s with the sudden affection”

Smirking, Sylus pulled your smaller body with him as he sat on the bed, leaning at the headboard. ���Why not? You said you cherish the little things and moments. If you won’t accept being spoiled by my wealth then I might as well spoil you with what you actually want, isn’t that right?”

Hearing those words out of his mouth made your head feel light. Throughout your life back home, you rarely get any affection from those close to you; resulting in indulging yourself with what used to be a “silly game” until you somehow ended up in the silly game yourself.

You closed your eyes, worried that water that was building in your eyes would spill because of the constant worry and thought that this was all just a dream. Noticing your quiet self, Sylus grew worried and cupped your face with both his hands and saw that a tear managed to slip out of your eye. “Sweetie? What’s wrong? Was I pressuring you?”

Shaking your head, you managed to reply to him. “No. You’re not. It’s just…I’m, I worry”

“Worry? About what sweetheart? Take your time. I got you” Sylus replied

“I…you know I don’t belong here and yet you still spoil me. What if one day, I somehow wake up and I’m back in my own world? What if one day when you wake up, it’s who you were supposed to meet that greets you? What if…” Sylus didn’t let you continue as he immediately kissed you once again, though this time was slightly rough with a sense of urgency

“I don’t want any what ifs, kitten. You’re here. In my arms. My lips are on yours. Your body might be someone else’s but your soul is what I care more about. Even if one day you go back. I’ll find a way. Against all odds, I’ll find a way back to you even if it’s against the universe” Sylus stated, his grip on your face getting a bit tighter as if he was afraid that you’d slip away

“Sylus…” you softly called him, holding his hand that was on your face when Sylus grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers together

“You feel this? It’s real. Just like me. Just like right now. So stop saying these things or do you need me to show you how real this is?” Sylus mentioned, his tone was a bit harsh but soft at the same time

“You’re crazy you know that. Defying the universe to go to another” you pouted but it successfully made Sylus chuckle

“I am. I would do that you know” Sylus took your hand and kissed the knuckles. “I’d do whatever it takes to find you”

“But you don’t know what I actually look like” you argued

“I know your name, your age, how you act” Sylus replies, making you chuckle

“You really are a stubborn crow, aren’t you?” you teased and Sylus leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Only for you, sweetie”

“Come. Dinner should be arriving. We can put on that show you’ve been wanting to watch. Or we can do something else” Sylus mentioned, picking you up so suddenly that you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck

“Can we just chill on the sofa with some chill movie and cuddle?” you asked

Smiling, Sylus kissed you again. “Anything you want, sweetie. We’re making the most together and appreciating all the little things, remember?”

Sylus then brought the two of you to the living room where he let you turn on the TV and ate dinner together, wrapping a blanket around the two of you as you both enjoyed the rest of the night basking in each other’s embrace and enjoying these small intimate moments together.

A/N: OMG thank you so much to everyone who has been reading, liking, and reblogging my Sylus fics T^T I truly did not expect so many people enjoy my writing especially the fact that I'm new to the LADS space. If anyone wants to be mutuals on the game, do message me!! Otherwise, thank you for reading and hope this fic managed to brighten your day!! xoxo peanutwott

[wolverigrl]

The talk

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

Previous Part

A/N: Enjoy this part 3! I hope you like it! In this story, Blake and Ryan have been married since 2010 and therefore had their children earlier. I changed the age of the children to make it fit.

Warnings: maybe some swearing here and there, a bit angsty and fluff, mentions of alcohol

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I couldn’t sleep last night. I’d been tossing and turning for hours, staring at the digital clock that blinked back at me relentlessly. When 6 a.m. finally rolled around, I gave up, threw back the covers, and dragged myself out of bed. I needed something to ground me, to keep my mind from spiraling, so I rolled out my yoga mat in front of the massive window that looked out over the New York skyline. The city was still half-asleep, but I could already feel its energy buzzing in the distance.

After a quick, but calming, yoga session, I snapped a selfie. I sat on the mat in my sports bra and leggings, my hair a messy bun, and the sunrise just starting to peek through the buildings behind me. My face looked peaceful, but inside, my stomach was a knot of nerves. Still, I posted it on Instagram, hoping the positivity from my followers might lift me a bit.

Within minutes, comments flooded in. Mostly love and support, people saying how they wished they could be as dedicated to early morning yoga as I was. But some of them worried about me. There were a few messages asking if I was okay, mentioning the paparazzi photos of yesterday. Apparently, walking through the city with Blake after the premiere turned into a full-on hangover spectacle, and people noticed. They always notice everything.

I sighed and decided to call Blake.

“Heyyy!” she greeted cheerfully, her voice always so full of life.

“Hey, Blake!"I replied, trying to sound less anxious than I felt.

I hesitated. I didn’t really want to unload on her again.

“I, uh, I’ve got Hugh coming over soon. I… I don’t know, I’m kinda nervous about it. We need to talk, and I just—I don’t know how it’s going to go.”

I heard in her voice that she was smiling. “Listen, you and Hugh will be fine. He’s a great guy. If he didn’t care about you, he wouldn’t be flirting with you so much in public. Trust me, I’ve known him for years—he doesn’t do that unless he means it.”

I bit my lip, feeling my anxiety twist and turn. “But what if… ahh.. nevermind. I’m just so confused.”

“That’s okay. As I already told you, you don’t have to figure it all out in one day. Just talk to him, be honest, and see where it goes. You’ve got this.”

Her words helped, if only a little. I thanked her, and after hanging up, I busied myself around the apartment, waiting for the knock on the door.

When it finally came, I almost jumped out of my skin. I opened the door to find Hugh standing there with a bag of bagels in one hand and two coffees in the other.

“Good morning. I brought us breakfast." he said with that charming smile of his.

We exchanged small talk as we sat down at the kitchen counter, nibbling on our food. He complimented the view, asked about my morning, and I tried to stay calm, but the tension between us was impossible to ignore. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of dancing around the subject, I took a deep breath and started the conversation I’d been dreading.

“Hugh,” I began softly, setting my half-eaten bagel down. “I don’t… I don’t know what I’m feeling. About us, I mean.”

He nodded slowly, looking at me with that warm, steady gaze that always seemed to calm me, even when I was a mess inside.

“I like you, y/n. A lot. And I’m not asking you to have all the answers right now. But I’d like to figure it out together if that’s something you want to.”

My chest tightened. “But the age thing… your kids… Hugh, it’s a lot. I don’t know if I’m ready for something so complicated.”

Hugh leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “I’ve already talked to my son about it, actually. Oscar asked me about you, and I told him the truth—that I’m happy when I’m with you. And he said that as long as I’m happy, that’s all that matters to him. Ava feels the same way, I’m sure.”

I felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes. The relief I felt, knowing that he’d already had that conversation with his son, was overwhelming. But at the same time, the weight of everything else crashed over me, and I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, wiping at my eyes as the tears fell.

Hugh got up and pulled me up from the chair so that I stood in front of him. His arms wrapped me in a soft hug, and his fingers tilted my chin up slightly so he could kiss the tip of my nose. It was a soft, sweet gesture that made my heart skip.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured. “We’ll take it slow. One step at a time. We don’t need to rush anything.”

I nodded, sniffling a bit. “Slow sounds good. Maybe we could… you know, go on real dates? But keep things quiet for now.”

He smiled again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yeah, Blake and Ryan can know, but no one else. At least for now.”

We finished breakfast and cleaned up, and soon we found ourselves on the couch. Hugh wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. For a while, we just sat there, the silence comforting, our worries temporarily pushed to the side.

I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask. “Did you… did you mean it? That kiss in the gym?”

Hugh chuckled, glancing down at me with that familiar playful spark in his eyes. “Was that not obvious?”

I felt my face heat up, a slow blush spreading across my cheeks. I shrugged, trying to play it off, but the vulnerability in my voice betrayed me. “I had other things on my mind.”

He laughed softly, the sound warm and infectious, and I found myself smiling despite the butterflies in my stomach. There was something so disarming about him, the way he could make me feel at ease even when my heart was racing. His gaze held mine, the tension between us thickening, and suddenly, I couldn’t resist any longer.

Without thinking, I leaned in, brushing my lips against his. It was tentative at first, as if testing the waters, but the moment he responded, everything else faded away. His lips were soft and warm, moving gently against mine, and the kiss quickly deepened, growing more intense with each passing second.

My heart pounded in my chest, the heat between us rising as my hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. Hugh’s arms circled my waist, pulling me closer until I was practically sitting on his lap. His hands were firm yet tender, one resting on the small of my back, the other moving up to cradle the side of my face as the kiss continued to build in intensity.

I felt my breath hitch as his lips trailed from mine to the corner of my mouth, then along my jawline, his stubble grazing my skin in the most delicious way. My pulse quickened as I let out a soft sigh, my fingers tangling in his short, soft hair. The sensation of his lips on my neck sent shivers down my spine, my entire body humming with anticipation.

Hugh's hand slid down to my back, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the hard lines of his body pressing against mine, and it sent my mind spinning. His touch was gentle but sure, his fingers tracing small circles on my lower back, grounding me even as everything else felt like it was spinning out of control.

His mouth returned to mine, the kiss now slow and deliberate, as if we had all the time in the world. His tongue teased my lips, and I opened up to him, the kiss deepening as our breaths mingled, the air between us growing hotter. Every nerve in my body was on fire, the warmth of his touch, the weight of his hands, the way he held me, as if I were something precious. I felt safe and reckless all at once, the thrill of being so close to him coursing through me like electricity.

Hugh’s grip tightened on my waist, his hands sliding down to my hips, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my stomach, a heady mix of desire and disbelief that this was actually happening. His lips parted from mine just long enough for me to catch a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering open to meet his. His gaze was dark, intense, and filled with the same want that was swirling inside me.

I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned back in, kissing him with more urgency this time, my hands slipping from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath my fingertips. His body was firm under my touch, and the sensation sent another rush of heat through me. I pressed closer to him, my lips hungry for more, and he responded in kind, his hands roaming over my back.

My pulse raced, and I felt the world narrowing down to just the two of us—the heat of our bodies, the taste of his lips, the way his hands moved over me, every touch igniting something deeper, something I couldn’t control.

Then, out of nowhere, his phone buzzed.

We both froze, breathless, still tangled together. I pulled back just slightly, still feeling the heat of his breath on my lips. "You should get that," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding in my ears.

Hugh let out a low groan of frustration but reluctantly reached for his phone. He glanced at the screen and sighed. “It’s Ryan.”

I smirked, trying to catch my breath. Of course, it was Ryan.

Hugh answered, still holding me close as if he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. “Hey, mate.” he greeted casually, though I could hear the slight edge of impatience in his voice.

Ryan’s voice was loud enough that I could hear him through the phone. “So, dinner at our place today? You and y/n should come by.”

Hugh blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard. “How do you know y/n's with me?”

Ryan’s laugh was almost smug. “Call it a hunch.”

Hugh shook his head, glancing at me with a playful smile. “You in?”

I nodded, still a bit breathless, my fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of his t-shirt. “Sure.”

He confirmed with Ryan and then hung up, looking back at me with a soft smile. “Let’s go for a walk before dinner.”

I grinned. The idea of sneaking through the streets with him was somehow exciting. But then reality hit. “You should probably… go get changed." I suggested, glancing down at the clothes he was wearing. "Something more undercover."

Hugh nodded, gently setting me next to him and standing up. "I'll swing by my place and change. Give me a few minutes, and I'll come back for you."

He pressed one more quick kiss to my forehead before heading out the door, leaving me sitting there, my heart still racing from the kiss. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to calm the fire that was still burning inside me. It was impossible to believe that just a few moments ago, I had been straddling Hugh Jackman in my living room, kissing him like my life depended on it.

True to his word, Hugh returned not long after, dressed down in a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a hoodie, looking like a celebrity who's trying to avoid attention. I slipped on a casual jacket and sunglasses, and we headed out, blending into the afternoon crowds as we walked through the streets of New York.

As we wandered, the conversation flowed easily. We talked about work—how his latest project was going, how I was handling mine. We shared stories and joked about the craziness of the industry, but somewhere along the way, the conversation grew more personal. Hugh asked me about my childhood, about the things that made me who I was, and I found myself opening up to him in a way I hadn’t expected.

He told me stories about his kids, about how Oscar was so curious about everything, how Ava was growing into her own person, full of ideas and opinions. Hearing him talk about them made me see another side of him—so caring, so deeply connected to his family. It only made me like him more.

We asked each other questions that weren’t surface level, diving into the things that really mattered, like what we wanted in life, what we were afraid of. The more we talked, the more I realized again how easy it was to be with him, how natural it felt.

Before I knew it, hours had passed, and the sun was beginning to dip low in the sky. We made our way back to my apartment, where Hugh dropped me off so I could get ready for dinner at Blake and Ryan’s. He gave me one short peck before heading back to his place to change.

As I stood in front of my mirror, touching up my makeup and fixing my hair, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss, about how right it had felt. Today had been full of surprises, but for the first time, I wasn’t scared of where this might lead. Hugh and I were taking it slow, figuring things out as we went, and somehow, that was enough for now.

When Hugh came back to pick me up, we were both ready for whatever the rest of the day had in store. We were in this together.

The moment we stepped through the door at Blake and Ryan’s, the familiar sound of tiny feet pattering across the floor reached my ears. Before I knew it, all three of their daughters—James, Betty, and Inez—came running toward us, their faces lighting up in excitement.

“Y/n! Hugh!” they squealed in unison, their voices high-pitched with joy.

I couldn’t help but grin as I bent down to greet them, enveloping each one of them in a warm hug. Hugh followed suit, gently embracing them, his face soft with affection. Ryan stood in the doorway, arms crossed with a playful smile on his face.

“I swear, they get more excited when you two show up than when Blake and I come home." Ryan quipped, shaking his head as if the betrayal was real.

I chuckled, ruffling Betty’s hair as she beamed up at me. “Well, I mean, we are the fun ones.”

Blake walked up behind him, smirking as she shrugged her shoulders. “Can you really blame them?” she said, giving Ryan a teasing nudge.

Before I could respond, the seven-year-old James grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the living room. “Come on, y/n! I want to show you something!”

I let her guide me into the cozy room, where Penny and Baxter, the two dogs, were lounging lazily on the floor. James hurried over to a corner piled high with toys and grabbed two Barbie dolls, her excitement radiating off her.

“Look!” she said, holding up the first Barbie. “This one looks just like you!” The doll was dressed in sporty clothes that reminded me of what I’d worn in my recent Instagram post. “And this one." she added, grabbing the second doll, “looks like Mommy.”

I laughed softly, touched by her creativity. “Wow, you nailed it! I can totally see the resemblance.”

As I sat down with her to admire her Barbie collection, I noticed Hugh standing in the doorway, his smile widening as he watched us. But before he could come over, Betty and Inez had already ambushed him, grabbing onto his legs and giggling uncontrollably.

“Hugh! Hugh!” Inez exclaimed, her arms wrapped tightly around one of his legs. “Can we watch the Minions again? Please? Pleeease?”

Betty chimed in, nodding with equal enthusiasm. “Yeah, can we?”

Ryan strolled into the room, laughing as he leaned against the doorframe. “Again? How many times have you guys watched that now? Fifty? Sixty?”

Hugh chuckled, ruffling Betty’s hair. “Maybe after dinner, alright? You two might know it better than I do at this point.”

Just then, Blake called out from the dining room, “Okay, everyone, dinner’s ready! Let’s give Hugh a break and get some food in your bellies first.”

We all made our way to the dining room, and as I sat down at the beautifully set table, I couldn’t help but admire the spread. Blake had outdone herself again.

“This looks incredible!" I commented as I took my seat, glancing appreciatively at the dishes laid out before us.

Blake smiled, waving off the compliment. “Ah, it’s nothing. Ryan helped, too.”

Ryan straightened in his chair, pretending to be the world’s greatest chef. “Yeah, I practically made the entire thing,” he boasted, earning a playful elbow to the side from Blake.

While we ate and talked about today's events, I noticed that James, Betty, and Inez had already finished their meals. The three of them looked up at Blake and Ryan with wide, pleading eyes.

"Mom, Dad, can we go play with Penny and Baxter now? Please?" James asked, practically bouncing in her seat with excitement.

Ryan exchanged a glance with Blake before nodding. "Alright, you three can go. Just don’t feed the dogs under the table again." he added with a mock sternness that made the girls giggle.

The kids squealed and scrambled out of their chairs, racing back toward the living room where the dogs were waiting for them. Blake shook her head fondly as she watched them go, and we all settled back into the conversation.

I was right in the middle of talking about something funny that had happened at work when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I excused myself, stepping outside to take the call. When I saw Chris Evans’ name on the screen, I smiled.

“Hey, Chris!” I greeted, leaning against the side of the house.

“Y/n!" Chris’s voice came through with its usual warmth. “I’m heading down to New York tomorrow. Wanna grab a beer?”

I smiled. “Absolutely! Let’s meet at the pub we always go to. How’s 7 p.m.?”

“Perfect!" Chris replied. “Looking forward to catching up.”

We wrapped up the conversation, and I headed back inside. As I slipped into my seat, Hugh gave me a gentle smile and placed his hand on my leg under the table, his touch grounding me.

“Everything okay?” he asked softly, his thumb stroking my thigh in a way that sent a small wave of comfort through me.

I nodded, returning his smile. “Yeah, all good. Just Chris Evans. He’s coming to New York tomorrow, so we’re grabbing a drink.”

Ryan’s ears perked up immediately, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh, Captain America, huh? Should Hugh be worried?”

Blake chuckled beside him, clearly in on the joke. I rolled my eyes, laughing. “No, no need to worry. Chris is like an older brother to me.”

Hugh looked intrigued, glancing between Ryan and me. “You and Chris go way back?”

I nodded, leaning back in my chair as I began to explain. “Yeah, Chris, Scarlett Johansson, and I studied together in New York when we were both starting out. They were a few years ahead of me, but we ended up in the same acting workshops. We hit it off and became good friends.”

Blake leaned forward, curiosity written all over her face. “Oh, you never told me your stories of university! You must have some great ones.”

Ryan grinned. “Come on, spill! Any embarrassing moments with Captain America and Black Widow?”

I laughed. “Oh, tons. Like the time they got lost in Central Park for two hours and missed class. Scarlett shook it off, but Chris was so mortified, and we all gave him a hard time for it.”

Ryan cracked up at the image, and Hugh smiled, though I could tell he was focused on every word. “That sounds like him." Ryan said. “Always such a big goof.”

Blake leaned closer, clearly digging for more. “Didn’t you two do a movie together a few years back? Weren’t there some pretty steamy scenes in that one?”

I felt my cheeks warm slightly at the memory. “Yeah, we did." I admitted, chuckling. “It was a bit... awkward, though, because by then, Chris really did feel more like a brother to me.”

Ryan, however, wasn’t about to let me off the hook that easily. “Wait, so it wasn’t always that way?”

I hesitated for a beat, then shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “Well.. back when we were in school, we might’ve had a little... thing. You know, one of those fleeting ‘we’re young and in New York’ flings. But it didn’t last long. Now, he’s definitely more of a brother figure.”

Blake’s eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth as she burst out laughing. “Y/n! You never told me you and Chris had a fling!”

Ryan nearly doubled over in laughter, slapping the table. “Oh my god, Hugh, you hearing this? Captain America and y/n!”

Hugh laughed, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, and I noticed the slight tension in his jaw. He gave a half-hearted chuckle, glancing at me with a mix of amusement and something else—something I couldn’t quite place.

Blake continued to laugh, shaking her head. “I can’t believe you kept that from me!”

I shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed but laughing along with them. “It was a long time ago! And honestly, when we filmed that movie, it just felt... weird. I mean, trying to be sexy with someone who you now see as a brother? Not the easiest thing.”

Ryan wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “I bet those scenes were really uncomfortable to shoot.”

“They were." I admitted, rolling my eyes good-naturedly. “But Chris was a total professional about it.”

Hugh remained quiet for a moment, still smiling, but I could tell something about the story didn’t sit quite right with him.

“So, what was it like studying here in New York? It sounds like it was a pretty wild time.” Blake wiggled with her eyebrows.

I grinned, thinking back to those chaotic, exciting days. “It definitely had its moments. The city was also back then a constant whirlwind. We were all broke, doing odd jobs between auditions, but somehow, it was the best time of my life.”

Ryan leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I bet. Was it all method acting and deep emotional discovery, or were you guys just trying to out-party each other?”

I laughed. “A little bit of both, honestly. There were definitely nights when we all showed up to class with way too little sleep.”

Ryan smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “And Captain America was part of those late-night adventures?”

I rolled my eyes. “Chris was usually the responsible one, believe it or not. He’d be the guy dragging everyone out of some dive bar at 2 a.m., telling us we had early classes. Of course, he wasn’t always that responsible...”

Hugh’s interest was piqued, his eyes twinkling. “You and Chris really went through it together, huh?”

I nodded, smiling at the memories. “Yeah, we had a lot of fun. We’d rehearse scenes together, mess around in the park, just being broke, and ambitious kids trying to make it.”

Ryan, never missing a beat, chimed in again. “So what you’re saying is, if Chris wasn’t Captain America, he could’ve been, I dunno, some Shakespearean actor, dragging everyone through intense rehearsals and then buying them all hot dogs afterward?”

I laughed. “Exactly! The perfect balance of intense and laid-back.”

"What other stories do you have up your sleeve?" Ryan grinned and put his arm around his wife.

“Well.. while studying, I also worked as a barista, and believe me, I was a terrible barista.” I started, chuckling at the memory.

Blake raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Wait, you worked at a coffee shop?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I needed to pay rent somehow, so I got a job at this little café near campus. It was my first day, and I was already a nervous wreck. The owner was this sweet, older man—kind of like a grandpa figure to everyone. But I was so jittery that when he came over to check how I was doing, I somehow managed to spill an entire tray of coffee and raspberry cake all over him.”

Everyone at the table burst into laughter, especially Ryan, who wiped a fake tear from his eye. “Oh, that’s priceless. What did he do?”

I grinned at the memory. “He just stood there for a second, covered in coffee, and then he started laughing. He looked at me and said, ‘Well, at least you didn’t burn me.’ From then on, he teased me about it every single shift. He’d walk past me and say, ‘Careful, y/n, hot beverages on the loose!’ It was actually really sweet.”

Blake smiled, shaking her head. “Sounds like he was a good guy.”

“Yeah, he was the best." I agreed. “Honestly, he was one of the reasons I stuck around for so long.”

Hugh, who had been listening intently, suddenly leaned forward with a small smile. “Well, since we’re sharing job stories… the ladies might not know this, but before I became an actor, I was a P.E. teacher in England.”

I blinked, caught completely off guard. “Wait, what? You were a teacher? That’s crazy!”

Ryan immediately jumped in with a wide grin. “Oh man, y/n, can you imagine if Hugh had been your teacher back then? You would’ve been the star student in P.E., right?”

I felt my cheeks flush, laughing at the absurd thought. “Honestly, if Hugh had been my teacher, I think I would’ve suddenly developed an intense love for sports.”

Blake burst out laughing while Hugh chuckled, shaking his head at our comments. “Yeah, I can’t imagine that would’ve been appropriate,” Hugh said, still smiling, though his ears were a little pink.

Ryan leaned back in his chair, still grinning. “Hey, you never know. Maybe you’d have inspired her to get into, I don’t know, gymnastics or something.”

Blake swatted Ryan on the arm, but she was laughing just as hard. “Leave them alone! Besides, I bet Hugh was an amazing teacher.”

Hugh shrugged modestly. “It was a good job, honestly. I loved working with the kids, but eventually, I realized my passion was acting.”

I turned to him, still amazed. “That’s so cool, though. I would’ve never guessed. You’ve had quite the journey.”

He smiled warmly at me, and I could see a glimmer of pride in his eyes, as if the memories of his teaching days still meant something to him. “It was definitely a unique chapter in my life. But hey, everything leads you somewhere, right?”

Ryan couldn’t resist one more joke, leaning in with a sly grin. “Yeah, and luckily, it led you to us, huh?”

The conversation slowed down after that, everyone quietly soaking in the warmth of the room and each other’s company. Blake glanced around the table, then clapped her hands together.

“Well, how about we clear the table and grab some wine?”

Hugh and I immediately stood up, ready to help, but Blake waved us off. “Oh no, you two relax. Ryan and I have it covered.”

Ryan was already stacking plates and giving us a wink. “Yeah, sit tight, lovebirds.”

As we sat back down, Hugh placed his hand gently on my thigh, his touch making me feel all warm and cozy inside. He smiled at me, that tender look in his eyes that always made my heart skip a beat.

Feeling a bit giddy, I leaned in closer to him and whispered. “Do you think we should tell them about us now? Or wait until another time?”

Hugh’s thumb rubbed small circles against my leg as he considered it. “Yeah, let’s tell them. They’re our best friends—they should know we’re giving this a shot.”

His quiet confidence soothed the last of my nerves, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, just as the door to the dining room swung open, and Ryan strutted back in, carrying wine glasses.

“Ohohoh! What’s this? What did I just miss?” he teased, his voice dripping with mock shock. “And don’t forget, there are children in this house!”

Blake followed right behind him, her eyes darting between us, a curious smile playing on her lips. “What’s going on in here?” she asked, setting down a bottle of wine.

Hugh chuckled softly and glanced at me before addressing them both. “Actually, we wanted to tell you guys something. Y/n and I... well, we’re trying this thing out. We’re seeing where it goes.”

There was a brief moment of silence as Blake and Ryan exchanged looks, their expressions quickly morphing into wide grins. Blake let out a little squeal of excitement.

“Oh my god! You talked!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “You two are adorable!”

Ryan set down the glasses with a loud clink, looking between Hugh and me with that signature playful grin of his. “Well, it’s about damn time! You guys have been giving off major will-they-won’t-they vibes for ages.”

Blake nodded enthusiastically. “I’m so happy for you guys.”

Their support and enthusiasm washed over me, easing any lingering uncertainty I had. Hugh squeezed my hand under the table, and I couldn’t help but smile up at him, grateful for how effortlessly everything seemed to fall into place.

Ryan, never one to miss a joke, raised his glass toward us. “Here’s to y/n and Hugh—and to all the future awkward family dinners where we can tease you both relentlessly.”

Blake snorted with laughter, pouring everyone a glass of wine. “Don’t worry, we’ll go easy on you. Sometimes.”

We all raised our glasses, clinking them together in a toast to new beginnings.

The conversation flowed easily as we all continued to drink our wine, sharing more stories and laughing until our glasses were empty. Eventually, we decided to join the kids in the living room. As soon as we walked in, Inez grabbed my hand, pulling me toward her pile of Barbies, while Penny and Baxter trotted over to greet us.

I sat on the floor with one hand helping Inez arrange her Barbies while my other hand stroked Baxter, who had curled up next to me. The rest of the group settled on the couches, chatting and laughing as the kids played around us.

We spent a while there enjoying the comfortable, laid-back atmosphere, but eventually, I felt a yawn escape me. Ryan noticed it immediately and pointed dramatically.

“Alright, I think it’s official—time for all the kids to head to bed!” he teased, earning a laugh from Blake and a chorus of giggles from the actual children.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “I guess I walked right into that one.”

Blake stood up and stretched, signaling that the evening was winding down. “Yeah, we should probably wrap things up before we have to carry anyone out of here.”

We all said our goodbyes, exchanging hugs and thanking each other for the great night. As we stepped outside, Hugh and I found ourselves standing by our cars, lingering in the cool night air.

I smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of the evening still lingering between us. “So, what’s on your agenda for tomorrow?”

Hugh shrugged lightly. “Not too exciting, honestly. I’m helping a friend with some work on his house in the morning, then I’ve got a doctor’s appointment and after that, I’m calling my brother to talk about my visit in Sydney to catch up with my family.”

I nodded. “Sounds like a busy day. Hometown huh?"

“Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen everyone." he said softly, then smiled at me. “What about you? Plans with Chris?”

I grinned, the thought of seeing Chris again making me feel both nostalgic and excited. “Yeah, but we’re not meeting until the evening for a drink. Until then I'll call my parents because I promised them last week and after that I'll meet up with my management."

For a moment, we stood there, the air between us feeling charged in a quiet, tender way. After a small pause, we leaned into each other at the same time. He wrapped one arm around my waist, and the other hand found its way to my cheek. Our lips met in a slow, tentative kiss.

When we pulled away, there was a comfortable silence between us, our eyes lingering on each other as if neither of us wanted to say goodbye just yet. I gently stroked my hands over his shoulders down to his chest.

“Well." I said, my voice a little softer than usual. "I guess I’ll see you soon. Good night."

Hugh nodded, his smile warm and easy. “Yeah, good night y/n. Text me when you're home."

"Will do." I smiled.

With that, we each got into our cars, and as I drove home, my mind wandered back to the evening—Blake and Ryan’s support, the kids, the laughter, the stories, and of course, the kisses. My heart felt lighter than it had in a long time, and I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about tomorrow’s meeting with Chris.

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second best |1| hoshina soshiro

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DISCLAIMER: this fic has a detail that hasn't been mentioned in the anime yet. it isn't a big give-away but if you are sensitive about that kind of thing, please do not proceed. pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader genre: slight angst, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, a bit of that miscommunication trope snippet: hoshina soshiro always ranks second at everything in his life. god forbid he falls behind in the bid for your heart too. word count: 3K trigger warnings: author's note: this fic has two parts - part 2 will be posted a week from today :) likes, replies, and reblogs are always appreciated but please do not repost or steal my writings. this is quite long, but i gotta make you guys work for it. i have also set up a taglist for the second part and the other fics or drabbles, please sign up if you wanna be tagged! as always, feel free to let me know what you think or give me a prompt by sending me an ask here!

hoshina soshiro can claim with extreme conviction that he rarely regrets the decisions he has made so far in his life.

from the time he has set his sights on taking the aptitude exam necessary to be recruited in the anti-kaiju defense force, to following captain ashiro mina to support her as the vice-captain of the third division, to religiously adhering to his daily routine of working out even during his off days so he can stay in peak condition - everything he's done is driven by soshiro's lone motivation: to rise and come on top.  

unfortunately, as he sees you walking in the hallway of the training building with his brother, soshiro realises that this is one of those rare occurrences where he hopes he gets a do-over.

it was barely 6 in the afternoon so there was still light from outside; the rays of the setting sun penetrating the transparent windowpanes cast an orange glow to the furniture in soshiro's office. it made him remember how he used to always be assigned as the student to clean the classroom back in junior high school: he would sweep first then rearrange the chairs before closing the windows and drawing down the curtains. he would rush up to the rooftop, in time to watch the sun dip below the horizon. he would stay for a few precious minutes, dreaming of a chance to get out of their town. he was fifteen then.

soshiro shook his head a bit. he decided that today - of all days - will not be when he will have a trip down memory lane. yes, despite the number of times he would get reminded of his past today, he refuses to get sidetracked.

the floor is eerily silent, save for the momentary opening and closing of doors; soshiro is aware that almost everyone has left, flocking to the local izakaya not too far from the base to celebrate. he had half the mind to prompt himself to hurry up in order to make it to the get-together on time. the long and gruelling application process took three months before the vetting could begin, but finally, the third division of japan anti-kaiju defense force honoured its new officers that morning. as the nominated head of the selection committee, he oversaw the entire thing, and at the end, he could not help but to feel confident that their force would become stronger from here - this year their roster of applicants boasts high-profile names like that of the very daughter of jakdf's director general and the young master of the prestigious izumo family.

okonogi, sitting in front of him at his office, was sorting the personal forms of the recruits, a big stapler in her right hand. "i can take care of this, vice-captain", she said to him, "they cannot miss you there."

soshiro smupled to his swivel chair, obviously fatigued by the task he and okonogi had been trying to finish for half an hour already. fighting and defeating kaiju is the main part of the job, but handling the paperwork proves to be as challenging. "right, make sure the headquarters get this by the morning along with the report of all their numbers -" the sound of footsteps nearby interrupted soshiro's train of thought.

there were three loud knocks and the door opened, a man with the same eyes as soshiro peeping inside. even okonogi glanced over her shoulder to identify who the intruder is. soshiro stood up.

"just wanted ta drop by before i head back ta himeji", hoshina soichiro's undeniable accent dripped. spotting the huge pile of forms littering the desk, he commented, "seems like ya are a little preoccupied though."

"hoshina fuku taichou, good evening." your voice was firm yet jovial as you greeted him, the kansai inflection rolling off your tongue. you appeared beside soshiro's brother, still wearing the same standard-issue uniform you wore during the event several hours ago when you were sworn in as a new defense force officer. the outfit is snug on you - soshiro had noticed at the ceremony earlier, but up close the top looked almost skintight, the skirt coming up a little above your knees. soshiro can be a high-ranking official within the force, but he is also a man. if only briefly, he stared. "aren't ya going ta the party?"

taken aback that you would drop by his office, it was out of his mouth too fast he couldn't stop it - "how about ya? what are you still doing here with him?" soshiro responded pointedly at you, throwing you the same query but not answering what you asked him. it was too late to take it back; he sounded like he was interrogating you about your presence with the captain of the sixth division. soichiro winced; soshiro pretended not to see. "i- i was just thinking ya went with the officers on the way there", he added, calmer this time.

"oh, i was just catching up with hoshina-kun", you replied without missing a beat. soshiro doesn't know if the accidental force in his question just seconds prior did not intimidate you at all or you simply ignored his tone. "i mean with soichiro-kun. considering ya are hoshina too", you chuckled. soshiro stole a glance at the man at your side while maintaining an empty expression. he found his brother smirking at him; soshiro willed himself not to picture soichiro as an ugly kaiju with a butt for a face.

okonogi who is now attentively eavesdropping on your conversation caught your attention. "pardon for the bother, hoshina-san. we'll be off now."

for an instant, it looked like you were waiting for soshiro to say something in response. to say what, he doesn't know. the eye contact between you and him held up for a moment but broke as quick as it began. tension prickled in the air briefly then ebbed as you turned away from soshiro. "i'll see ya at the party, vice-captain", you gave him a bow before exiting the room. soshiro wanted to stop you; he didn't.

soichiro sighed. "it was nice seeing ya, 'lil bro", he addressed soshiro, his hand patting the latter's shoulder once, twice. "i have paperwork ta worry about too so as much as i'd like to, i won't be able ta attend your division's party. just in case ya want ta know." soshiro didn't look like he had a crumb of interest to know about his brother's occupational responsibilities; he shrugged soichiro's hand off.

soshiro saw you standing outside, leaning on the wall, when he ushered his brother out. "i'll be driving her to the izakaya though", soichiro informed him. "ya should visit our folks when ya have the time. ya should come home sometimes", soichiro continued, a hint of concern evident in his voice. when soshiro did not respond, surprisingly the older hoshina did not look a tiny bit disappointed. instead, soichiro put on a charming smile and waved at okonogi. "okonogi-chan, see ya around!" he tossed a playful wink at her.

soshiro merely watched as you and soichiro walked together, your pace matching his. a few meters away, he saw you listening intently to something soichiro was saying - he is too close - and although he is not within earshot to hear what is being said anymore, he knows it is another one of his brother's bad jokes. it looks like you were trying to suppress it, but a smile was about to dawn on your lips. soshiro felt sick to his stomach all of a sudden.

the party was already in full swing when soshiro arrived - everyone is hungrily feasting on the expensive wagyu beef, drinks flowing endlessly from the bar. everyone is enjoying themselves; even captain ashiro mina can be seen having small talk with the newly sworn-in officers who were eagerly taking notes from her.

you had easily made friends with the other rookies who are now sitting next to you; it was thanks to your group that this event was planned - after enduring long sessions of strenuous physical training every day of every week, you all deserved a night of everyone just gathering to have a good time. soshiro seems to be exempt from the festive atmosphere though.

he picked the seat next to his captain, who greeted him with a curt nod. he proceeded to grab the mug of beer served to him; the first sip registered a sharp bitterness through his mouth but soshiro relished on the flavor as it overtook his senses.

"everything alright?" captain ashiro from his side asked without lifting her gaze from her own drink. "you are being -" she paused, carefully searching to find the right words, “uncharacteristically quiet.”

soshiro picked the glass of beer again, and when he was about to put the lid on his lips, he could sense someone’s intense stare locked on him. years of being the vice-captain gifted him with equal parts instinct and paranoia so he could not help but scan the room, only to find you, sitting across the room, watching him with a curious expression.

a rowdy group of rookies surrounds you; they are high-fiving each other, laughing at their silly pranks, not minding that all of you are squeezed together at a crowded circle. soft music in the background swelled as everyone cheered and clinked glasses.

soshiro's eyes remained fixed on yours, lasting for what he felt like forever. the buzz of chatter dulled to a distant hum, fading into an almost white noise. his heart raced as he felt his breath catch and his mouth go dry. the corner of your lips curved into a smile and maybe it is the alcohol in his system, but he is certain his cheeks are flushed now.

"huh", captain ashiro lowly exclaimed. soshiro quickly snapped a glance at her. "you talked to her yet?" she asked him. ah, she caught his little moment with you.

soshiro was on the verge of playing it cool and putting on an act; he was about to outright lie to his captain by saying "talk to who?" as if he had no idea what she was referring to. he settled with silence. he was grateful his non-response only earned him a sigh from the captain who did not press the topic any further.

 "to you newbies, congratulations!" captain ashiro raised her glass, still half-filled with alcohol. her voice rang out over the place, everyone's conversations immediately falling quiet. "may the third division always be victorious in our battles to come", she recapped her speech.

the party showed no signs of slowing down. hibino kafka, a recruit in his thirties has been the centre of intrigue that has spanned for weeks now. hibino ossan - as what the others nicknamed him - had revealed in a bathroom conversation with other male rookies that he grew up with captain ashiro. ashiro mina likes dried squid; ashiro mina used to raise pets in grade school - everyone consumed any and every tidbit of trivia hibino disclosed about the usually stoic and serious third division commander. soshiro was among those invested in the rumor and you knew why. for a while, you also wondered how he would react once the rest of the troops learned about your own past with their vice-captain. would he deny it? or would he brush off any potential gossip that may arise from the revelation? if everyone discovered your shared history with hoshina soshiro, would it make him want to reconnect with you?

“you lot will start duty monday next week, but tomorrow will just be another workday for vice-captain hoshina and i”, captain ashiro said, having stood up from her seat, preparing to take off. “no, you can stay”, she said to some of the newbies who have started to get up too.

“nah, captain, why don’t we bring them along to help us file all the tedious paperwork?”, soshiro interjected in his familiar upbeat tone. the crew bursted into snickers; captain ashiro gave soshiro a perplexed look, obviously puzzled about the sudden shift in his mood. testing her theory, she looked at your direction.

captain ashiro couldn't make out why, but you were giggling at whatever your seatmate had said, elegant hand covering your mouth, eyes crinkled. she understood soshiro then - she was not foreign to feeling uneasy inside when she sees someone so physically near someone she cares about after all. "let's go, hoshina", she tucked her pity for the vice-captain away.

"do you guys think they are dating?" a particularly tactless rookie sitting at your table had asked immediately after captain ashiro and hoshina were out the sliding doors.

"i bet they're not", you blurted out a little too soon, a little too sure. you did not mind clipping your accent, your kansai-ben thick and heavy. your fellow officers looked at you, expecting an explanation for your outburst. "i mean -" you stuttered, "that would be awkward, i guess."

"you know to think of it, you're from himeji too, right?" a few more recruits have started to listen in on the exchange. these people can smell the truth off me, you thought. you wanted to smack yourself in the face.

"we went ta the same high school together, that's all", you admitted, feeling backed in a corner. tomorrow when you get questioned for this imprudent behavior, you can probably blame it all on the alcohol. "and grade school", you continued, loose-lipped now.

you still liked wearing pink bows in your hair when you met him. an only child of kind parents, you never experienced having to ask for something you like; you were doted on and spoiled so you were reasonably upset when a young hoshina soshiro did not give you the time of his day. your family has just moved to hyogo shortly before that, and you were anxious to make friends; since your early age, you had made it your mission to make soshiro acknowledge you.

"you dun wanna play with me, because ya are stupid", you told soshiro-kun once. "oka-san said all boys are stupid", you had the nerve to elaborate after he pouted at you, his unkempt bangs sticking on his sweaty forehead, his clothes dirty from training all day.

"yer pretty", he responded and you felt the blush crept up on your cheeks. "pretty annoying."

"come on, spill some tea!" someone's palm connected with the table, jolting you out of your trance. "we have another hibino-senpai situation on our hands!" they declared, grabbing you by the arm and shaking you a bit. if it was meant to encourage you to tell more childhood tales between you and the vice-captain, it worked really, really well.

"he's always had that haircut even as a kid", you said, misinterpreting the kind of story your companions wanted you to tell, judging by their disappointed looks. “i- i don’t know what else to tell you guys”, you held up your hand in surrender.

“do you have a crush on him?” you choked on your drink, caught off guard.

vexed at his absent-mindedness, soshiro was walking back to the izakaya place alone when he heard the commotion. he is going straight to bed once he gets back to the base, but he would have to retrieve his uniform jacket first from his seat earlier.

“you totally do, don’t you!” it stopped sounding like a question and more of an accusation you could not deny. “you like hoshina-san!”

“i -i do, yes... but what of it, huh?" he couldn’t see you but he would recognize the soft timbre of your voice anywhere. soshiro felt like a victorian gentleman getting a glimpse of a woman’s ankle for the first time listening in on the uproar of cheers after your confession.

“the three of us attended the same high school, soichiro-kun was a grade ahead”, you said. soshiro froze. you are talking about his brother. “he has always been good at everything, t'was hard not ta like him.”

soshiro closed his eyes, attempting to steady his breathing. he always had his suspicions - for the ceremony earlier his brother even took a day off his busy schedule as the commander of the sixth division to attend as a guest. he should have known.

last year, soshiro’s squad fought a lizard-type kaiju with a fortitude of above 8. like the reptile, a cut made on any of its limbs was useless due to advanced regeneration. a fractured rib, extremely bruised arms, and a dislocated shoulder were what it costed soshiro to win against the monster. his bitterness threatening to consume him, he cannot believe that you confirming his worst fears would hurt more than that fatal experience.

of course, he said to himself. it’s not like he can fault you for liking soichiro - everyone did. as the firstborn son, their father always had favored him. soichiro has been the more skilled swordsman between them; he was the golden child, charismatic and talented with an effortless charm - like moths to a flame he would attract people, and even in his silence he would overshadow soshiro.

soshiro didn’t stand a chance against his own flesh and blood.

he was a teenager when he dreamed of running away from the constant but inevitable competition he had with his brother. scouted for the third division, he relished on the freedom. but how do you escape the reality of the one you love loving the one person you could never measure up to?

[mingi-s-dimples]

dinner table - mingi

pairing: mingi x fem reader

rating: 18+

genre: romance, smut (filth), non idol au

summary: Mingi invited you over after your date so you can spend more time together.

WC: 2k

warnings: non idol au, bf!mingi, oral (f receiving), eating out, cumplay, cumming. cum eating, cunnilingus, established relationship. unprotected (wrap up IRL), completely consensual, fingering, big dick!mingi (obvi), overstim, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds implied, squirting unedited (will def edit the formatting later), for sure forgot sth.

Author's Note: This one took me so long I'm so so sorry 😭😭😭 I started school again and I'm getting a loooot busier than usual so I'll try to post as often as possible but the minimum I can do is one fic per week AHHHH 😞 I loved writing it man 😇 It's delicious (to me)

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The crisp autumn air greeted you as you stepped out of your apartment, its coolness invigorating as it brushed against your cheeks. The world around was painted in rich hues of amber, gold, and crimson, the trees standing like sentinels of the season, their leaves fluttering gently to the ground. Every step you took crunched against the scattered leaves, the sound a soft reminder of the season's embrace. Today was a day you had been anticipating with a mix of excitement and nervous energy—your first ever official date with Mingi, your boyfriend. You've been hooking up with him for a while, but you just officialised it some weeks ago.

The two of you had decided to meet at a cozy little café tucked away in the heart of the park, a place that, with its warm atmosphere and large bay windows overlooking the tree-lined path, felt like the embodiment of autumn itself. As you walked along the winding trail, the scent of cinnamon and wood smoke filled the air, blending with the earthy aroma of the fallen leaves. The park was alive with the quiet bustle of couples and families enjoying the day, their laughter mingling with the rustle of the trees. It was the perfect setting, a backdrop that felt as if it had been painted just for this moment.

Your heart fluttered with every step closer to the café, the anticipation growing with each passing second. You spotted Mingi before he saw you, his tall figure unmistakable even from a distance. He was leaning casually against the doorframe, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. The soft, golden light of the late afternoon sun framed him in a way that made him seem almost ethereal, like a figure from a dream. His dark hair ruffled slightly in the breeze, and when he looked up and your eyes met, a warm smile spread across his face, instantly melting away the last traces of my nervousness.

You felt a wave of calm wash over you as you approached him, the world around the two of you narrowing until it felt like it was just you and him in that moment. Mingi stepped forward to greet you, his smile widening as he reached out and took your hand, his touch warm against the coolness of the day.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the autumn hues around us. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," you replied, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you took in the sight of him. He looked effortlessly handsome, his coat hugging his broad shoulders, the color of the fabric harmonizing perfectly with the vibrant scenery around.

You stepped into the café together, the bell above the door chiming softly as you entered. The interior was cosy and inviting, with wooden beams overhead and a fireplace crackling in the corner, casting a warm glow across the room. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled the air, and he found a spot by the window, where you could watch the leaves fall outside as you sipped from the drinks he ordered.

As you settled into the seats, the initial nerves you had felt earlier faded entirely, replaced by a comfortable warmth that spread through you as he began to talk. Mingi's laughter was infectious, and soon you were sharing stories, the conversation flowing effortlessly. The more he talked, the more you realized how much you enjoyed his company, his easygoing nature, a perfect complement to the serene atmosphere around.

Outside, the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the park and painting the world in deeper shades of orange and red. The day felt like a beautiful, slow unfolding, each moment with Mingi more meaningful than the last. The warmth of the café, the crispness of the autumn air, and the simple joy of being with someone who made you feel so at ease—everything felt just right, as if the world had conspired to make this first date something special, something to remember.

As the evening drew closer, the two of you decided to take a walk through the park, hand in hand. The path was lined with trees whose branches arched overhead, creating a tunnel of golden leaves that crunched underfoot. The air was cool, but with Mingi by your side, it felt perfect, each step took together affirming the connection you were beginning to build.

There was some kind of magic in the air, something unspoken yet understood between the two of you, walking in comfortable silence. The day had been everything you could have hoped for and more, a perfect beginning to what felt like the start of something truly special. As you paused by the edge of the pond, watching the reflection of the fiery sky ripple across the water, you knew that this was a moment I would hold onto for a long time—a perfect first date, wrapped in the beauty of autumn and the warmth of newfound affection.

"H-hey so... I know we haven't been together for long but.."

"Hm?" you said, confused.

"You know that when we were hooking up, you came over at my house multiple times to play my favourite video game with me but... would you maybe want to spend the night... with me? I enjoyed spending time with you today, for this first date. I absolutely loved it", Mingi said, taking your hands into his, rubbing to warm them up.

"Y-yes, babe. Why not? We can watch a movie or something" you said, embracing his broat yet comforting body.

"Okay then, let's go" he murmured and held your hand, walking side by side.

*several minutes later, arriving at his apartment*

"Oh, let me" he said, taking off your coat. "Make yourself at home. In case you'd like some snacks, you know where to find them. I'll get us something to drink and I'll turn on whatever movie we haven't seen." he said and got his flip flops on, stepping onto the dark coloured rug in his living room. "Do you have any preference?" you heard him from the kitchen. "Nooo! Choose whatever!" you shouted back. You took out some random snacks and cookies from the cupboard and went back in the living room, taking a seat next to Mingi.

"I put on some kind of romance, I think we've seen it already but I didn't invite you here to watch a movie, necessarily. I wanna spend time with you. Wanna cuddle, maybe... while watching said movie, hm?" he said, embracing you.

"Yup, sounds good. Here, take some cookies, I just got em from your cupboard" you said, giggling, taking one of the cookies out and bringing it up to his lips. He took a bite and smiled at you, his right hand carresing your thigh.

"So... Mingi, babe. How do you feel about the fact that, after weeks, even months of hooking up.. we finally officialised our relationship?" you asked, looking him in the eyes.

"I was.. shy at first, to be honest with you. Like, we've made out in the past and all but the intimacy we later had because of this relationship was top tier. I don't know, I felt really positive about it." Mingi said, confidently.

*about two hours later, still cuddling up with Mingi on the couch, feeling a tad sleepy right as the movie ends, because he carresed your back the whole time*

"Sweetie, are you asleep?" Mingi said, softly.

"N-no, I was just staying still for a moment, why?"

"D-do you remember how the movie started..?" he said, making you a little bit more attentive.

"Yes, what's with that?"

"You know.. I thought we could.. maybe recreate it?" he said, looking in your eyes, his gaze darkening upon seeing your outfit once again for the night.

Oh.

"Mingi, I-" you stuttered.

"It's totally fine if you don-" but you interrupted him by going in for a kiss, which he took as a 'yes'. He then basically jumped on you, like he has been waiting for this moment for an eternity. One of his hands on your waist and one on the nape of your neck, he was all over you.

"Y-know baby, I've been waiting for this moment for so long" he said, breaking the kiss. "You've always looked so good, damn. But I never dared touch you when we were hooking up. This little... almost fragile-like body of yours... I never dared to feel it.. afraid I might destroy it. But now... oh babe, I am not gonna hold myself back." his kisses going from your cheek to your neck, where he softly marked you.

"D-don't hold yourself back-ngh" you stuttered, already feeling heat pooling in your lace panties, as his right hand was finding it's way under your blouse, now resting on your bra, tugging at it softly.

He put one hand under your ass and one on your lower back, holding you close. You couldn't see where he was going, but you were sure of one thing. He wasn't gonna take it slow.

As he placed you on a table, which was in the living room, he stopped for a moment to look at you. He was eye-fucking you, literally.

"God damn, love." his right hand on your waist, the other one under your breast, holding you still, his thumb brushing over the nipple. "You look so fucking good, like this..." his left hand going to your bra, unbuckling it. "Are you sure you're all good with it?" he asked once more.

"Yes. Mingi, please-" you pleaded.

"I thought so." he said as his hand slid your blouse off, your nipples getting harder at the colder sensation, bare in front of him. He then took you off the table for a moment, helped you out of your jeans and panties. You were now completely naked in front of him, Mingi fully clothed. His hard erection straining against his jeans, you were standing in front of him, looking contently from his lips, where you wanted to plant a kiss, to his bulge, which you wanted to take care of. You tugged at his pants for a moment. He smirked at the sight, but he wasn't quite content with your decision, yet.

"Sweetie, you eat your dinner take out or at a restaurant, I eat mine on this table. Get on, now" Mingi said an tapped the table. You did as he said, of course, and in a second he softly pushed you on your back, being careful about your head hitting the hard wood. He dragged you almost to the rim of the table, to which he halfway kneeled in front of you.

"Oh- my god" you said as he tightened his grip on your thighs, keeping you still.

"Spread out, babe. Don't be shy, I wanna see and eat every part of you" the tall man whispered. He left a trail of kisses on your thighs and without warning, his right hand went right between your legs. You lightly flinched at his touch, two of his fingers rubbing your wet folds. His fingers were soflty fondling with your cunt, his kisses getting dangerously closer.

"Stay. Still" Mingi said and started eating you out, his tongue hitting all your sweet spots. You started squirming under him, but he had a death grip on your thighs which you thought it would for sure leave marks later. His sharp and perfect nose hit your clit numerous times, sending shivers down your spine. Nails digging in your hips, his tongue traveling your body in ways you never thought you'd get explored.

"N-this feels so good-" you murmured. When he hears those words, the rytym of his tongue got faster and steadier, sending you over the edge. It didn't take long for the heat in your belly to appear and with a few more nibbing at your clit, the knot that formed in your belly unfolded and you came, some strings of silky white liquid dripping on the man's chin as he stood up.

"You taste so good... But I'm not done with you" Mingi said and took his clothes off, leaving only his briefs on. You softly gasped at his size, the girth and length for sure being way more than you could take (your fingers or the vibrator you bought a while ago whatsoever). His right hand went to your neck without warning and pushed you on the table again, laying flat on the surface, while his left hand brought your legs over his hips, lining his cock right to your hole. You were basically already all prepped up from him eating you out so he pushed himself in without warning, getting a loud moan out of your softly rising chest. He stood like that for a moment then started rapidly pounding you, the dining table moving under your weight and his power.

"You look so hot, babe. All flushed for me" he said and bottomed down, your cheeks indeed being rosy red and your forehead sweaty, your head dizzy and your legs trembling. He was still going at it and you could already feel the total opposite sensation you usually feel and that was... your body being overstimulated and overwhelmed by all that's happening. He couldn't care less tho, he had and wanted to take care of his own erection, to which he was ramming into you with a lot of power and steadiness.

Though, he was getting closer and closer. A quiet string of curses was leaving his lips, hips snapping against your pelvis, your legs bringing him closer and locking him inside you. He took that action as a free pass to finish in your cunt and did so, the feeling of being filled all up by your one and only man sending you over the edge and another knot in your belly unveiling... this time you squirted all over you and him, his face forming into a pleased smirk at the view. He fucked you through his orgasm and slowed down.

""Cmon up, easy" Mingi said and helped you stand up on your own, legs trembling and head dizzy. He looked at you contently and hugged you, giving you soft kisses. The closure he showed and gave you right after he was inches deep inside your cunt warmed your body up, cuddling against his bare skin.

"Let's get you washed up. How... was it?" he softly said and guided you to the bathroom.

"I have no words... it was fucking amazing!" you said.

"Up for a 2nd round?" Mingi winked flirtously at the shower.

"Mingi!"

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carmen berzatto x reader | 1.8k | prompt was: a carmyxreader where r is really struggling with getting regular things done with their ADHD & Carmy takes a day off for them to body double and be there while she does their tasks as requested by @thecapricunt1616 - i hope you like this!

disclaimer: i do not personally have ADHD, so i can't write from personal experience, but from research and what I've learned from friends with ADHD, i hope this is a respectful and accurate portrayal!

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The alarm going off on your nightstand had you flinging your arm over your eyes as you rolled onto your back. Alarms on a weekend should be illegal, really. Once the alarm tone started looping back around, you slowly rolled over to grab your phone, tapping at the screen a few times before finally turning the alarm off with a swipe.

You took a deep breath before slowly getting out of bed, yawning as you stretched your arms. The sunlight streaming in through the window made the room brighter if not warmer, you rubbed your arms a little as you made your way to the bathroom.

The tiles were cold under your feet and you cursed yourself for not grabbing some socks first. You plucked your toothbrush from its holder before sliding open the shower door and leaning in to hit the button.

Once the water started running you went to brush your teeth, looking at your reflection in the mirror and leaning in closer, swiping your thumb over a small bump on your chin. Setting your toothbrush down, you opened the mirror cabinet, rooting around for some acne cream and sighing as you only found an empty tube. You threw it in the trash before closing the mirror and gripping the edge of the sink. 

After a moment you turned off the shower, going into the kitchen and turning on the radio, the sound of music filling the kitchen. Searching the cabinets, you managed to find the last of a leaf of bread, popping two slices onto the toaster. 

You went to the refrigerator, taking the pen that was connected to the notepad stuck on the door. Your eyes fell on the photo strip tucked beside it, smiling as you looked at the pictures of you and Carmy pulling stupid faces, laughing, and kissing in the last one. You two had gone to an amusement park with Richie and Eva, and when you spotted the photo booth you couldn't resist tugging Carmy inside. 

Opening the refrigerator, you looked inside it for a moment, turning your head as you heard the toaster pop. You went to take out the toast, leaving it on the counter as you got a plate, dropping the toast onto it before wiping your hands and going to your bedroom to grab your phone.

You opened it up to a flurry of notifications, sitting down on your bed and taking a breath as you read them. 

Go to the gym! Grocery run! Pay car insurance! Do laundry!

You held your phone tightly in your hand, closing your eyes for a moment and trying to organize your thoughts, all of them getting tangled in your mind and blaring like neon signs. Taking a deep breath, you looked down at your phone and cleared the notifications from the screen, bringing up Carmy's number and hitting the call button.

It almost seemed like he wasn't going to reply when you got a response, silence for a moment before a tired “Hello?”

“Hey,” You smiled softly, picking at invisible thread on your pajamas. “It's me, I'm sorry if I woke you up, I'm not sure what time it is.."

“You didn't wake me up, baby,” Carmy's voice is low and soft in your ear and you feel yourself begin to relax. “I promise. I've been awake for a while, down at the restaurant trying to get stuff done without cousin in my ear.”

In the background you heard a ‘I fuckin’ heard that!’, which made you laugh.

“How is everything over there?” You asked, your thumb gently sweeping over your nails. “Are you okay?”

“It's fine, yeah,” Carmy replied, hesitation in his tone you decided not to comment on. “I'm..I'm good, how are you?”

“I'm-”

‘Oh, fuck me!’

“I'm okay,” murmured softly, resting your fist on your thigh and closing your eyes. “You're busy, you got a lot going on, you don't need me in your ear.”

“Baby don't say that, hang on,” You could hear the bell sound at the door and traffic in the background. “You sure you're okay? You'd tell me if you weren't, right?”

“Right,” You nodded, biting your lip. “It's..I don't know, I'm just really struggling with-”

‘Hey, we need you back in here, Carm. ASAP.’

You could hear Carmy's deep sigh on the other end and your heart ached.

“You're needed there,” You smiled half-heartedly. “I'll see you later..I love you.”

You hung up the phone before Carmy could respond, falling back onto your bed with a groan.

Just under an hour later, you opened your eyes as you heard a knock at the front door. You hadn't planned to fall asleep but apparently your body decided you needed a nap. Getting up from your bed, you smoothed out your pajamas and made your way to the front door, opening it up and raising a brow as you saw Carmy standing on the other side.

“What are you doing here?”

“Hello to you too,” Carm rolled his eyes with a grin, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist, your falling around his neck. 

“Hi,” You murmured softly, closing your eyes and burying your nose in your boyfriend's hair. “I just didn't expect to see you until later, that's all.”

“I figured I'm owed a day off,” Carmy murmured softly, gently stroking your back before he gently pulled away and placed his hand on your cheek. “I had a feeling I was needed elsewhere.”

You leaned into his touch, letting out a breath. 

“I'm just having one of those days. I really didn't mean for you to drop everything.”

“I know,” Carmy smiled softly, leaning in to give you a kiss before stepping into your apartment and closing the door. “But everything is under control, Syd and Sug know what they're doing, and I don't want to be anywhere but here with you.”

You couldn't keep the smile off your face, pulling Carmy in for another kiss.

“You're wonderful,” You whispered softly, your hands resting on his chest. “just in case I don't tell you enough.”

“I don't mind hearing it,” Carmy grinned, gently tugging at the hem of your t-shirt. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“Uh..no,” You replied, slightly distracted by Carm's large hand moving under your t-shirt to your bare waist. “I made toast but..I never ate it.”

Carmy smiled as he gently stroked your waist, stepping closer to you so your bodies were flushed together. 

“Why don't you go have a nice relaxing shower, and I'm gonna make you breakfast.”

“I have barely any food in the house,” You sighed softly, resting your arms around Carmy's neck. “I need to go food shopping, and do laundry, and..”

“Hey,” Carmy murmured softly, gently stroking your waist. “Don't worry about any of that right now. All you need to do is go have that relaxing shower, right?”

“Okay,” You nodded, gently stroking Carm's cheek. “I will.”

The shower was indeed relaxing, you took your time and wondered what Carmy could possibly cook from the remnants of your fridge. He always seemed to be able to make something from nothing, you loved that about him. Once you had showered and brushed your teeth you made your way to your bedroom, picking out your clothes.

Just knowing Carmy was in your apartment made you feel more at ease. Every time he came over, you felt calm and relaxed, he was a soothing presence even when you knew that he had his own stress and worries. He never complained or moaned about his own issues, even though you always told him he could, encouraged him to talk to you about anything. But you realized that he wasn't not telling you things because he didn't want to or he didn't trust you, he wanted the time he spent with you to be an escape from all those other things.

You wondered if the two of you were to live together if Carmy would open up more to you, if your place wasn't just an escape for him. You pushed the thought aside, getting dressed and grabbing your phone before heading into the kitchen.

“It smells amazing in here,” You smiled, resting your phone on the table. “It usually smells of smoke after I've been in here.”

“That's why you got me,” Carmy smiled, walking over to the table and setting a plate down. “Coffee is nearly ready.”

“Oh wow,” You smiled, looking down at the plate. It was scrambled eggs with little bits and pieces from the fridge, your abandoned toast reheated and cut up beside it. “This is so great, thank you.”

As you sat down, Carmy placed a mug down by your plate before sitting down himself with a mug.

“Anytime baby,” He took a sip of coffee, watching you for a moment with a smile. “So what's on the list for today?”

You held your fork in mid air, picking up your phone and handing it to Carmy before taking a bite of breakfast. 

“Let's see,” Carm smiled, opening your phone and checking your calendar. “This doesn't look so bad, we can do this.”

“You don't have to,” You insisted, picking up your mug. “If you don't feel like it.”

“I want to,” Carmy smiled. “You can do all this, I know you can, but I'm happy to do it all with you.”

And he does.

After breakfast, he cleans the kitchen while you organize your laundry. You tell him about work when you take the laundry down to the ground floor of your building and load into the washing machine. He tells you about the latest developments in the restaurant when you're in the grocery store. He picks out some things “for when I make you dinner” and your heart swells.

Back at your apartment, you unpack the bags and laugh as Carmy tells you the latest mishaps from work. You go downstairs and transfer the laundry to the dryer, ending up sitting on the machine with Carmy between your legs, kissing you like you're teenagers again.

You pay your car insurance, you clean your apartment, you fold your laundry, and put it away. 

Carmy gets a call he has to take, and you worry your little domestic bubble will burst, and your mind will be tangled knots and neon signs once more.

“All good,” Carmy smiles as he comes back into the kitchen. “What's next on the list?”

“Let me check,” You smile, picking up your phone and checking. “Hm..just the gym. I'll go get changed.”

“If you want,” Carmy nods, walking closer to you with a grin. “Or..you could just have a workout at home.”

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, letting out an excited squeak as you are picked up, your legs wrapping around Carmy's waist. 

“Lead the way.”

[causeimhappinesss]

His baby mama, part 1 (Corey Cunningham x reader)

Plot: Corey Cunningham gets his girlfriend pregnant. But since he's too scared of his mom, he doesn't tell her and doesn't fully take his responsibilities. Because of this, the reader breaks up with him, but… Did he really forget about her?

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x reader

Warning: stalking bitch (Corey), pregnancy(?)

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot some mistakes :) + it’s gonna be a short story, so don’t seek a full development as you would in a novel + read my author's notes at the end

PART 2

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“Are you sure? Maybe it’s a mistake, maybe the test isn’t working…”

“Corey, I took a blood test. I’m pregnant.”

Your boyfriend’s face decomposes before your eyes. Corey stands there, his shoulders hunched under the yellowish light of the bedside lamp. Fear and indecision disfigure his usually more serene face.

“It’s too soon for us to be parents,” he replies, his trembling voice betraying his dismay. “We’ve only been together a year, and my mother… If she finds out about this, she’ll kill me.”

You watch him, your throat tight and your heart beating wildly.

“I didn’t choose this, Corey. I’m under birth control, I’m taking all my pills, you know that. But now it’s done. Maybe… Maybe it was meant to be.”

Your hands instinctively rest on your belly, a natural protection against the uncertainty of the moment. You’ve just found out about your two-month pregnancy, only the day before. Why weren’t you worried before you missed your periods? For the simple reason that you’ve never had a regular cycle, due to the stress you’ve been under all your life.

He swallows loudly and drifts his eyes elsewhere to avoid your gaze. Obviously.

“What if… What if we thought about abortion? The money I earn will go to my engineering program…” he murmurs, almost ashamed. Yet you know very well I might not be accepted in any university, given his criminal record, even if it was an accident.

The room seems to shrink around you, the walls lined with old floral wallpaper absorbing every word like a secret to be buried. Actually, this conversation was draining all your energy and you felt like it was burying you alive.

“What about the accident with Jeremy? You think that’s just going to vanish from my life? This town… They hate me. And with a baby, they’ll target you when our relationship will be exposed.”

As his voice breaks, he remains unable to finish his sentence.

The air between you becomes electric, charged with unspoken words. Your fists clench to hold back the trembling of your hands, as do your jaws. Tears burn your eyes and fog your vision. Your heart beats painfully. His words feel like a stab in the chest.

“Then go away!”

The words spurt out, sharp and irrevocable. You breathe hard, your lungs struggling against the dense air of the room. He frowns, his eyes on you, in which a glimmer of distress gleams.

“If you can’t handle it, get out! Get out!” you insist in a sharp tone.

His eyes cloud over with tears and sparkle with pain, as if he’s looking for something on your face… Perhaps a retraction on your part? A final confirmation for him to leave without looking back? He seems to be looking for something in your face, a reason to stay or perhaps permission to leave. But he finds nothing, just a reflection of his own distress.

Corey takes one step, then another, moving slowly toward the door. Each movement is heavy, as if he’s carrying the full weight of his choices and fears on his shoulders. He places his hand on the handle, his white knuckles betraying the strength of his grip.

“I…” he begins, but his voice is lost in an inaudible whisper.

With one last look, a mixture of apology and regret, he opens the door. The creak of the hinges seems to underline the finality of the moment. You stand still, staring at the empty space he’s left behind. The door slams behind Corey, a dry, final sound, bringing in the smell of impending rain this October 2021.

If only he could stand up to his crazy mother Joan. If only he could gain confidence in himself! If only he could understand that he was betraying you! After all, right from the start, you’d always opened the door of your house to him so he wouldn’t have to go back to his mother and hear her screaming, belittling him, even slapping him at times. You were the only woman in all of Haddonfield who agreed to give him a chance after the accident, even though you knew about the child’s death. You never judged him. You gave him all the love he needed, building a relationship of trust and pure love. True love.

Yet he’s just proved to you that he’s not worthy. Like father, like son, after all, since his father abandoned his mother when she was pregnant with him.

And as long as he doesn’t rebel and become a real man, no longer a scared teenager, he won’t move on with his life, you were certain. You, however, couldn’t stay stuck at this dead end.

Alone in the silence that followed, you closed your eyes, finally allowing your suppressed emotions to rise to the surface. Silent tears roll down your cheeks, each a promise of struggle and resilience. You breathe deeply, smelling the familiar scent of your great aunt’s house, mingled with the fresher scent of the rain to come. Here, in this house that is now yours, you will find the strength to face what lies ahead. Alone, but free.

*

In the weeks that follow, Corey tries to get back to you with numerous messages and calls, which you reject every time, but also by coming to your house. You never open the door for him. And as soon as you spot him in the town, in the stores, you make sure you avoid him. Better still, you’ve changed garage for your car repairs. In any case, none of his messages or voicemails indicate that he will assume his paternity, oh no. He wants you to understand his point of view. Like a little boy, he’s terrified. He doesn’t want you to stay mad.

As the months go by, his texts become rarer and rarer, until you don’t receive them anymore. From time to time, however, you find a wad of $100 bills in your mailbox, in an envelope signed “C.C.”.

You face your pregnancy and the birth of your child alone, without a father. Yet your few friends are there for you, and when your parents can, they visit you in Haddonfield. When the baby is born, you hesitate, but decide to leave an envelope with the baby’s photo and her name in your mailbox, knowing full well that Corey will pick it up. Did you do this to make him take responsibility? Out of simple kindness so he knows your daughter’s name and what she looks like as a newborn? Perhaps.

Again, the months go by and your daughter is only a few months old. Thanks to a friend, you learn that Corey has found love again in the arms of... Allyson, Laurie Strode’s granddaughter. The news hurts and stabs you in the heart. Deep down, maybe you were hoping he’d come back and finally become a real dad, not just a biological father. Especially since the older your daughter gets, the more she looks like him, with her natural kind of pout, her silky brown curls with golden highlights. Sometimes, she even seems to have her father’s eyes.

What you don’t know is that Corey never completely abandoned you.

He spied on you.

Over and over again.

You became his obsession, despite your many rejections during your pregnancy.

*

The room is plunged into darkness, subdued by half-closed shutters. Only a trickle of light from the street sneaks in through the slits. You gently cradle your daughter, her cries gradually subsiding under the effect of your comforting caresses. Her steady, soothing breath calms you, as you lay her gently in bed. An exhausted sigh escapes your lips, then you let yourself fall onto your own bed, letting fatigue fall on you like a leaden screed. Your heavy eyelids barely lift to glance at the clock, which is blinking mercilessly: 3:30 a.m. How long has it been since you’ve had a decent night’s sleep? You don’t even remember, but the dark circles under your eyes testify to the many nights of sleep cut short and the incessant preoccupations flooding into your brain. Being a single mom was hard as hell.

As you drift off to sleep, reality suddenly catches up with you. You jerk open your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest like a panicked drum. A man stands over the cradle, frozen in the half-light like a shadow, a sleep paralysis demon. He wears blood-stained overalls, his face hidden behind a white mask devoid of human expression…

Michael Myers.

Your eyes widen. Your breath freezes in your throat. A shiver of fear runs down your spine. You panic, but you force yourself to remain calm so as not to wake your sleeping daughter a few yards away. Without taking time to think, you try to throw yourself on top of your daughter, whom you try to press to your chest. Faster than you, the man pushes you away and presses his body against yours, still on the bed. His hands slip around your neck, ready to strangle you… One of the serial killer’s habits, as everyone knows, when he’s not stabbing his victims with a kitchen knife.

You try to scream, to fight against his relentless grip. Your throat tightens, unable to produce the slightest sound. Panic takes hold of you, a burning sensation that consumes every part of your being. Gradually, your strength leaves you. Suddenly, a wave of familiarity washes over you, a fragrance that takes you back to distant memories, forgotten moments of happiness. The sweetness of this reminiscence is swept away by the implacable terror of the present situation.

You try to gather your thoughts, to find a way to free yourself from the grip of this stranger who holds you prisoner in your own bed. Before you can articulate a single word, a brutal shock hits the back of your skull, a blinding explosion of pain that overwhelms you and engulfs you in darkness. Then, it’s pitch black.

“We are finally reunited…” whispers the husky male voice.

[Author’s notes]

Should I write another part? If yes, what do you want to happen next?

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Descendants James Hook x Reader: Melting Under His Gaze

Request: Hi, me again! You don't have to do this lol, but I was wondering if you could do one where Elsa's daughter / us go to Auradon or more so Merlin Academy and meet James.

Reader: Female

Word count: 4307

Average reading time: 15 min 40 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: This story contains themes of grief, self-doubt and fear of losing control. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with care.

Author's note: Due to the time period of the movie, the reader is Elsa's sister instead of daughter.

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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Y/n had always known her place in Arendelle. As the middle child, she was neither as responsible as Elsa nor as carefree as Anna. But like Elsa, she was burdened with a secret. The same icy powers coursed through her veins, a frosty magic she was taught to suppress. "Conceal, don't feel." had become her mantra, whispered to herself during sleepless nights and quiet, lonely days.

After the devastating news of their parents' death at sea, the castle felt emptier than ever. The corridors that once echoed with laughter now held only the heavy silence of grief. Elsa, at eighteen, was suddenly thrust into the role of queen, while Y/n, at sixteen, found herself struggling to keep her emotions and her powers in check. Anna, fifteen and still full of youthful innocence, tried her best to lift everyone's spirits, even as she dealt with her own heartbreak.

Tonight, as the sisters sat together in the dim light of the castle’s drawing room, Y/n unfolded a letter she had received earlier that day. The parchment crinkled in her trembling hands, the weight of the words inside pressing down on her.

“What’s that, Y/n?” Anna asked, glancing up from the embroidery she was working on. Her voice was light, but there was a trace of concern in her eyes.

Y/n hesitated, her gaze flickering to Elsa, who sat quietly by the window, lost in thought. Elsa met her eyes and gave a small, almost unnoticable nod. Y/n took a deep breath and forced a smile. “It’s... just something from school.” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Anna’s face lit up with curiosity. “School? Are they starting classes again? It must be a distraction at least, right?”

Y/n nodded, though her thoughts were far from the normalcy of schoolwork. “Yeah, something like that.”

Anna frowned slightly, sensing something was off, but she didn’t press further. Instead, she returned to her embroidery, her movements slower, more distracted. Y/n could tell that Anna was still struggling with their parents’ death, just as they all were.

As the evening wore on, Anna excused herself, saying she was tired. “I think I’ll head to bed.” she said, standing and stretching. “You two should get some rest too.” She leaned down to hug Elsa first, then Y/n, before slipping out of the room with a soft, “Goodnight.”

The moment the door closed behind Anna, Y/n let out a shaky breath. She unfolded the letter again, staring at the elegant script. “I’ve been accepted to Merlin Academy.” she said quietly, more to herself than to Elsa.

Elsa turned her gaze from the window to Y/n, her expression a mix of pride and concern. “It’s a great opportunity, Y/n. You’ll be able to learn so much about your powers, about yourself.”

Y/n’s voice trembled as she spoke, the fears she had kept buried for so long surfacing in a rush. “But what if I can’t control it, Elsa? What if I hurt someone? What if they find out?”

Elsa stood and crossed the room to sit beside Y/n. She took her sister’s hand in hers, her touch cool but comforting. “I know it’s scary. I feel that fear too, every day. But Merlin Academy is where you’ll be safe. It’s where you’ll learn to control your powers, to understand them. You won’t be alone.”

Y/n nodded, but the doubt lingered. “And what about Anna? She doesn’t know. How can I leave without telling her the truth?”

Elsa’s expression softened with sympathy. “Anna has already lost so much. I think it’s best if we keep this between us, at least for now. She doesn’t need another burden to carry, not right now.”

Y/n’s heart ached at the thought of keeping such a big secret from Anna, but she knew Elsa was right. Anna was already struggling to cope with their parents’ death, adding the truth about their powers might be too much for her to process.

“I’ll write to her often.” Y/n said, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll tell her it’s just a regular school. But Elsa... I’m scared.”

Elsa wrapped an arm around Y/n, pulling her close. “I know, Y/n. I’m scared too. But you’re strong, stronger than you think. And no matter what happens, we’ll always have each other.”

Y/n leaned into Elsa’s embrace, drawing strength from her sister’s calm presence. The path ahead seemed intimidating, filled with uncertainty and fear. How could she hide what she was for an entire school year?

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When Y/n arrived at Merlin Academy, the grand stone castle seemed to tower over her, its ancient walls full of mysteries and magic. The place was alive with energy, a big contrast to the quiet halls of the castle in Arendelle. Here, students openly showcased their powers and talents without fear. Fire danced on fingertips, water swirled effortlessly, and the earth itself seemed to respond to the commands of one particularly enthusiastic student. But Y/n, true to her promise, kept her powers locked inside, her heart frozen with the weight of her secret.

Everywhere she looked, there was something magical happening, yet Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place. Her steps were cautious, her demeanor guarded, as if any wrong move might shatter the fragile control she had over her powers. She avoided the crowds, keeping to the edges of the bustling groups, hoping to remain unnoticed. But she quickly realized that in a place like Merlin Academy, secrets were hard to keep.

It was during one of those early days, as she wandered the academy’s grand gardens alone, that Y/n first encountered James Hook. The moment she saw him, she knew he wasn’t like the other students. He stood out in every possible way. His crimson coat, tailored perfectly to his tall, lean frame, contrasted sharply with his dark hair, which fell in unruly waves just above his sharp, blue eyes. There was a dangerous sort of charm about him, the kind that warned of trouble even as it invited you closer.

Y/n had heard the rumors, of course. Whispers that followed him wherever he went about him being a ruthless pirate, about the lost treasure he was supposedly seeking within the academy’s walls. She knew enough to keep her distance, but it seemed that James had other plans.

While Y/n tried to find a quiet spot to study, she heard a voice behind her, smooth and laced with a hint of amusement. “What’s a delicate thing like you doing all alone out here?”

She turned sharply to find James leaning casually against a tree, his piercing blue eyes locked on her with a gaze that felt almost predatory, yet strangely protective. Her heart raced, a mix of fear and something she couldn’t quite place. 

“I prefer it that way.” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “Less… complicated.”

James’s lips curled into a sly smile as he pushed off the tree and came closer, his boots crunching softly on the gravel path. “Less complicated, hm? Or less risky?” He tilted his head, his gaze never leaving hers. “You don’t strike me as the type to avoid a little danger.”

Y/n swallowed, instinctively taking a step back. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, I think you do.” he said, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. “I’ve seen you, you know. Always on the outside, watching, but never participating. It’s as if you’re afraid of your own shadow.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. How could he have noticed her when she’d tried so hard to go unnoticed? “I’m not afraid.” she lied, lifting her chin slightly, trying to appear more confident than she felt.

“Is that so?” James mused, stepping even closer until he was just a few feet away. He looked her over, as if trying to unravel the mystery she had so carefully wrapped around herself. “You don’t fool me, Y/n. There’s something different about you. Something… intriguing.”

Y/n’s breath hitched at the way he said her name, like it was a secret only they shared. “What do you want, James?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling.

He smirked, leaning in just enough that she could catch a hint of the sea on his clothes. “Maybe I’m just curious. You don’t seem like the other students. You’re too… restrained. It makes me wonder what you’re hiding.”

“I’m not hiding anything.” she insisted, her voice sharper than she intended. She could feel the cold creeping into her fingertips, and she clenched her hands into fists, trying to suppress the icy magic that threatened to reveal itself.

James’s eyes flickered down to her clenched fists, a glint of understanding or perhaps amusement crossing his features. “Everyone has something to hide, darling.” he murmured. “The trick is knowing when to reveal it.”

Y/n felt a chill run down her spine, and she stepped back again, desperate to put some distance between them. “I need to go.” she said quickly, turning to leave before he could say anything more.

But James wasn’t one to be dismissed so easily. “I’ll be seeing you around, princess.” he called after her, his voice laced with a promise that made her heart skip a beat.

As she hurried away, Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that James Hook was more dangerous than she’d first thought and that he had already set his sights on discovering her deepest secret. But there was something else too, something that lingered in the back of her mind, unsettling and confusing her. The way his gaze seemed to see right through her, as if he understood her fear better than anyone else. Y/n found herself questioning whether she could truly keep her powers and her heart, frozen.

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One afternoon, Y/n sat near the sea, trying desperately to lose herself in the pages of a book. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore had always been a way to calm herself, a place where she could momentarily forget the icy storm brewing inside her. But today, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape the thoughts swirling in her mind, the fear, the loneliness, the unbearable weight of her secret.

The book in her hands was just another attempt to distract herself, but the words blurred together as her anxiety crept up, tightening its grip around her chest. Just as she was about to close it in frustration, a shadow fell over her, blocking the sunlight and pulling her back to reality.

She looked up to see James standing before her, his familiar smirk playing on his lips. His dark hair was tousled by the sea breeze, and his blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and something else, something that made her heart skip a beat, even as her fear bubbled beneath the surface.

“Mind if I join you, princess?” he asked, but without waiting for her response, he settled onto the bench beside her, his presence both comforting and unsettling all at once.

Y/n stiffened, clutching her book tighter as if it could shield her from the emotions threatening to spill over. “I was hoping for some peace and quiet.” she murmured, her voice betraying the fear she was trying so hard to hide.

James leaned back, completely at ease. “Aye, I could tell.” he said, his voice smooth and warm, like honey. “But it’s the quiet ones who always have the most interesting stories.”

She kept her eyes fixed on the book, even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to read another word. “There’s nothing interesting about me.” she replied, her tone flat, hoping to end the conversation before it could begin.

“Is that so, princess?” James raised an eyebrow, his smirk softening into something more genuine, though no less intense. “I’ve seen the way you look at the others, like you’re afraid to get too close. What are you hiding?”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut. He was getting too close, digging too deep, and Y/n felt her control slipping. She stood up abruptly, the book nearly falling from her grasp. “Nothing that concerns you.” she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. Panic was clawing at her now, threatening to break free.

But as she turned to leave, James reached out, his hand catching her wrist with a gentle but firm grip. His touch was warm, so different from the cold she carried within. “I think it does concern me.” he said softly, his voice losing its usual playful edge. “I can see it in your eyes, darling. You’re afraid, but of what?”

Y/n tried to pull away, but the warmth of his hand, the sincerity in his gaze, it all made her want to crumble, to let go of the iron grip she had on her emotions. She could feel the cold creeping up her spine, could sense the frost forming on her skin, and she knew she was losing control. “You wouldn’t understand,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the effort to keep herself together.

“Try me.” James urged, stepping closer, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing, almost tender gesture.

But it was too late. The storm inside her was raging, and she could no longer hold it back. The fear, the loneliness, the crushing weight of her secret, all of it surged to the surface. A cold gust of wind whipped around them, and before she could stop it, frost began to spread across the ground, spiraling out from where she stood. The book in her hand fell to the ground, forgotten, as she clutched at her arms, trying to contain the icy power that was slipping out of her control.

“No, no, no…” she whispered, terror lacing her voice as she backed away, but there was nowhere to go. The ice was curling around her like a cage, and she couldn’t stop it. She felt the cold seeping into her bones, the frost creeping up her arms, and she knew she was seconds away from losing herself completely.

But instead of backing away in fear, James stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers, determent. “Y/n.” he called to her, his voice cutting through the chaos in her mind. “Look at me.”

She did, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her vision blurring with unshed tears. The ice crackled and snapped around her, but James wasn’t afraid. He reached out, cupping her face in his hands, the warmth of his touch chasing away the cold that threatened to consume her.

“You don’t have to be afraid.” he said, his voice low and steady, grounding her in the here and now. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/n’s breathing was unstable, the panic still clawing at her insides, but James’s touch, his words, they were like a lifeline pulling her back from the edge. “I—I can’t stop it.” she choked out, the tears finally spilling over and freezing as they fell.

“Yes, you can,” James whispered, leaning in until their foreheads touched, his warmth seeping into her skin, melting the frost that had begun to form. “You can control this, Y/n. I know you can.”

She wanted to believe him, but the fear was still there, gripping her heart in a vise. The cold was still there too, a deadly force she had never been able to fully tame. “I’m going to hurt you.” she whispered, her voice breaking with the weight of her fear.

“You won’t.” James murmured, his thumb brushing away the frozen tear on her cheek. “Not as long as I’m here.”

And then, before she could protest, before the fear could take hold of her again, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both gentle and firm. The world around them seemed to freeze for a moment, literally and figuratively, but then the ice inside her began to melt, slowly, as if his warmth was thawing the cold she had kept locked away for so long.

The kiss deepened, and with it, Y/n felt the storm inside her calm. The frost that had been spreading across the ground withdrawing, the biting cold in her veins dulled, and the panic that had consumed her began to fade. All she could feel was James, his warmth, his strength, the way he held her like she was something precious, not something to be feared.

When they finally pulled apart, James rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the cool air. “You’re not alone anymore, love.” he whispered, his voice full of quiet determination. “You never have to be.”

Y/n let out a shaky breath, her heart finally starting to slow to a normal rhythm. The ice inside her had faded, leaving only a faint chill that she could handle. She looked up at James, searching his eyes for any hint of fear or regret, but all she saw was warmth and an unexpected tenderness that made her want to cry all over again.

“Thank you.” she whispered, her voice still trembling but stronger than before.

“Anything for you, princess.” he replied with a soft smile, stealing one more kiss that made her feel a warmth she hadn’t known in years.

As the warmth of James’s kiss lingered on Y/n’s lips, the tension that had build up inside her began to loosen. The frost on the ground had melted away, leaving only damp patches where the ice had once spread. For a moment, the world felt still, as if holding its breath with her. But reality crept back in, the weight of what had just happened settling heavily on her shoulders.

Y/n took a shaky step back, her hand still entwined with James’s, but her mind already racing with a thousand thoughts. What had she just done? She had lost control, let her powers loose in a way that could have endangered him, and yet… he wasn’t afraid. Not only that, he had calmed her, brought her back from the brink, something no one had ever been able to do before.

“James,” she began, her voice hesitant as she tried to find the right words. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I could have—”

He silenced her with a gentle kiss on her hand, his eyes soft as they met hers. “You don’t have to apologize, Y/n.” he said, his voice steady, reassuring. “I told you, you don’t have to hide from me. I’m not afraid of what you can do.”

His words were like a balm to her unsettling nerves, but they also stirred something deeper within her,something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time, hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to carry this burden alone anymore.

“But you should be.” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. “Everyone else is. They always have been. Just like they have been of Elsa… She tried to protect me, to help me, but I could see it in her eyes. She was scared too.”

James’s expression softened even more, his gaze filled with understanding. “People fear what they don’t understand, love. But I’m not like them. I see you, really see you. And I’m not going anywhere, other then being by your side.”

Y/n felt her heart squeeze painfully in her chest. She wanted to believe him, wanted to hold onto the warmth he offered, but the fear was still there, gnawing at the edges of her mind. “But what if I lose control again? What if I hurt someone?”

“You won’t.” James said firmly, his grip on her hand tightening just enough to ground her. “Not as long as I’m here with you. We’ll figure this out together, okay? You don’t have to do this alone.”

The sincerity in his voice, the confidence he had in her, was almost overwhelming. Y/n felt the last of her defenses crumble as she nodded slowly, her heart aching with a mixture of fear and gratitude. “Okay.” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

James smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made her heart flutter in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Good ” he said, pulling her into a gentle embrace. She hesitated for a moment before leaning into him, letting herself be held, letting herself feel safe.

For a few minutes, they stayed like that, the sound of the waves crashing softly in the background, the world seeming to fade away. Y/n felt herself relax more with each passing second, the ice within her settling into a quiet, manageable calm. 

But as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the shore, Y/n knew they couldn’t stay here forever. She pulled back slightly, looking up at James with a mixture of resolve and uncertainty. “What now?” she asked quietly.

James tilted his head, considering her for a moment before responding. “Now,” he said, “if we’re going to figure all this out, maybe it’s time you started practicing, really using your powers.”

Y/n held her breath, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at him. “You mean… now? Out here?” The idea of intentionally using her powers, after everything that had just happened, sent a shiver down her spine, but not entirely from fear. There was a part of her, buried deep, that longed to be free, to see what she could truly do.

James nodded, his expression earnest. “Why not? You’ve been holding back for so long, love. What if you tried letting go, just a little? You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll be right here.”

His encouragement, so simple yet so powerful, struck a chord within her. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to stop hiding, to stop fearing herself. She took a deep breath, feeling the familiar cold rise within her, but this time, she didn’t push it away. She let it fill her, let it flow through her veins like a river of ice.

“Okay.” she whispered, more to herself than to him. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of the cold, on the power that had always been a part of her. The air around her began to chill, the wind picking up as she let the ice take form.

James stepped back slightly, giving her space, but his eyes never left her. There was no fear in his gaze, only wonder and something that looked very much like admiration. “Don't fight it.” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “Just feel the ice course through you and work with it, not against it.”

Encouraged by his words, Y/n opened her eyes, her heart pounding as she raised her hands, palms facing down toward her clothes. With a gentle flick of her fingers, the cold surged outward, wrapping around her like a second skin. The fabric of her clothes shimmered and began to change, the colors deepening into a rich, icy blue. The material lengthened and flowed like water, forming into a dress that sparkled with the light of a thousand tiny snowflakes. The bodice hugged her figure, intricate patterns of frost weaving themselves into the fabric, while the skirt flared out in an elegant, sweeping train. Even her shoes transformed, the delicate heels now made of glistening ice, as strong and tough as winter itself.

When she finally lowered her hands, Y/n could hardly believe what she had done. She stared down at herself, at the beautiful dress she had created, and for the first time, she felt a sense of pride in her powers, in who she was.

James, who had watched the entire transformation in awed silence, let out a low whistle. “Y/n.” he breathed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “You… you look absolutly stunning, I have never had the honor to be in the pressence of such a beautiful and powerful woman.”

His words made her blush, the warmth of his gaze almost overwhelming. She glanced up at him, suddenly shy, but the way he looked at her, like she was something you would only read about, made her heart skip a beat. “Thank you.” she said softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief.

James took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “You should never have to hide this, Y/n. You’re amazing, and what you can do… it’s indescribable how beautiful it is.”

Y/n felt her breath catch in her throat. No one had ever spoken to her like this, had ever made her feel like her powers were something to be celebrated rather than feared. The sincerity in James’s voice, the way he looked at her with such affection, it was almost too much to take in.

He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. The warmth of his touch melted the last of her doubts, and she found herself smiling, really smiling, for the first time in what felt like forever. “I don’t know what to say.” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You don’t have to say anything.” James replied, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a gesture that sent a thrill through her. “Just remember this feeling. This is who you are, Y/n. Not the fear, not the doubt, this.”

The intensity of his words, the raw honesty in his eyes, made Y/n’s heart swell. Without thinking, she stepped closer, drawn to him by something she couldn’t quite name. And when James didn’t pull away, when he instead cupped her face with that same gentle touch, she knew, this was where she was meant to be. Y/n found herself glancing at James, feeling something new, a warmth that had nothing to do with her powers and everything to do with him.

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There's No Escape (Part 6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: As you process the fact you're now pregnant with your captor's child, you experience the aftermath of the trauma he's endured in the past.

Pairing: yandere!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Word Count: 2.7k

If any of the warnings below trigger you, please kindly pass on this fic 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life; if you feel this way, please go touch grass. You are solely responsible for your own content consumption

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL YEET YOU INTO THE GODDAMN SUN. Thank you!

Warnings (may not apply to all parts): Sex, gaslighting, swearing, stalking, acts of violence, blood, dubcon, kidnapping, pet names (baby, doll, angel, sweetheart, etc.), PTSD triggers, unprotected sex, forced breeding, daddy kink, manipulation, oral (m and f receiving), choking, overstimulation, knife play, gunplay, masterbation, drugging, tokophobia, Stockholm syndrome if you squint. Long story short, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. More warnings could be added in the future.

Tags: @lipglossanon, @ghostkennedy, @explorevenus, @nexyswrites, @ilookatlater, @shroomietrip, @dollrxst, @lomaeuwu, @aliet, @luniaxifics, @miwsolovely (Shoot me a message or an ask if you want to be added to the list!)

A/N: I am sooooooooooooooooooo sorry this took so long to put out! I had massive writer's block with this one. There's a ton of angst in this one, fair warning. Enjoy!

EDIT!!! I forgot to mention there's a nod here to Venus' AI Leon shenanigans as they helped break my writer's block, thank you Venus!!!

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The days following the bombshell that was finding out you’re pregnant with Leon’s child were a blur. Most of the time you moseyed around the house, almost in a catatonic state, your mind in denial about the whole thing. Pregnancy and childbirth were two of your biggest fears and they were now a terrifying reality. This morning was no different, you lay in bed on your side, staring off into space as several tears stream down your face. Dark circles were under your eyes from crying almost every night; you also refused to eat, Leon usually had to force feed you. 

You feel Leon shift next to you as an arm wraps around your waist. You feel him bury his nose into the hair on the back of your head, inhaling deeply.

“Good morning, my pretty princess, did you sleep well?”

You don’t answer him, you simply continue to stare at the wall. You hear Leon let out a frustrated sigh.

“Baby, can you please answer me? Daddy’s worried about you.”

“I slept fine.” you reply curtly.

Leon forcibly turns you to face him, and you watch as he furrows his eyebrows at you. 

“You know it’s not nice to lie to Daddy.” he says, “come here.”

He gets out of bed, pulling you with him to stand in front of a full length mirror.

“See how pretty you are? And the best part?” Leon says before placing his hands on the lower part of your belly, “there’s a part of me inside you now.”

You feel your stomach sink as you look at your nude form in the mirror, your eyes catching a glimpse of Leon standing behind you, his blue eyes locked on you in lust. 

“I can’t wait until you start to show, sweetheart. That way I can show the whole world who you belong to.”

Leon presses a kiss into the back of your head before continuing.

“Daddy will take such good care of you and our baby; you won’t have to lift a finger, all you need to focus on is being a good princess and having all of Daddy’s babies.”

You shiver briefly, bringing your arms up to hug yourself as Leon wraps his arms around you, kissing the back of your head and rocking you back and forth in an attempt to comfort you. 

“Here, let’s get you dressed and I’ll make us some breakfast, hm?” Leon says, letting you go and approaching the closet to pick out your outfit for the day. 

He grabs a pair of really short denim shorts with a white tank top, putting the clothes on you before getting dressed himself, putting on a pair of black cargo pants with a gray tank top. He gently grabs your hand, coaxing you towards the kitchen to have breakfast. 

In the kitchen, Leon is cooking bacon and eggs while you sit at the kitchen table, fiddling with a pen that is on the table in your hands. Leon makes up two plates, putting one in front of you before sitting next to you at the small table. You’re reluctant to eat at first until Leon shoots a glare at you. 

“You need to eat, don’t make me force you again, sweetheart,” he warns.

You let out a sigh as you begin to eat, fighting back tears that are welling in your eyes.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, watching you like a hawk as he finishes his breakfast “you’re eating for two now; I have to make sure you’re getting enough to eat for both of you.”

The statement sends chills down your spine, but you somehow finish your breakfast despite it. Once you’re done, Leon collects both the plates and silverware to put them in the sink before leading you into the living room. He sits in his usual chair, coaxing you onto his lap as he turns on the TV to get the news.

He runs his fingers through your hair as he places gentle kisses on your check and along your neck, “I’m so excited to start our family, I’ve dreamt of this for so long…”

“Is that because of what happened in Raccoon City and Spain?” you reply mindlessly.

You feel Leon tense up beneath you and you quickly realize your error; you aren’t supposed to know about Raccoon City or Spain. You feel Leon’s cold blue gaze boring a hole into you before he shoves you onto the floor.

“You’ve been in my office haven’t you?!” he growls, his eyes filled with rage as you get on your knees to stand up.

“Daddy, please… I’m sorry, the door was open and--”

He stands up from his chair and slaps you across the face, causing you to fall over onto the floor. He bends down, grabbing you by your hair to stand you up on your knees again.

“Give me one good reason to forgive you, princess,” Leon growls, tightening his grasp on your hair.

It made you sick to even think about it, but you knew one thing that would quell his anger, “think about our baby, Leon…”

You watch his expression soften a touch, but his grip on your hair remains. Without saying a word, he begins undoing his belt and pants with one hand, pulling out his half hardened cock from his pants.

“Let me fuck and cum in your pretty little mouth, then maybe I’ll consider forgiving you, sweetheart.”

He sticks his thumb in your mouth, prying your mouth open before shifting himself closer, pushing his cock inside your mouth. Immediately he starts thrusting into your mouth, causing you to gag as his cock pushes against the back of your throat; he was doing this for his pleasure, not yours.

Tears pour down your face as you grasp onto his hips in an attempt to slow him down, but it’s futile; he is relentless. Letting out a lust filled growl, Leon looks down at you, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, relishing in the sight of him ravishing your mouth.

“You are going to swallow every drop of my cum, do I make myself clear?”

You try to nod, but Leon’s insistent thrusts into your mouth make that almost impossible; all you can do is gag. A few more minutes pass. Leon’s grip on your hair tightens as his hips push into your mouth. You feel his cock pulse violently as ropes of his cum shoot into your throat. You continue to gag, now afraid you’re actually going to choke on his cum. He holds himself in your mouth until his cock finally stops twitching. He pulls out of your mouth, your lips making a distinct ‘pop’ sound. Inevitably, some of his cum leaks from your lips; you struggle to swallow it all.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Can’t swallow all of Daddy’s cum?” Leon asks, his tone patronizing.

You finally manage to swallow most of it before looking back up at him, “I’m… I’m sorry, Daddy, there’s so much.”

He grabs you by your shoulder, forcing you to stand up before he grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder, “I told you to swallow all of my cum and you didn’t, you bad, bad girl.”

You see that he’s carrying you to the timeout room and you start to struggle, kicking and screaming in his grasp until he drops you onto the bed in the timeout room, fastening the collar around your neck. He kneels down so that he’s eye level with you, the rage he’s holding back apparent in his blue eyes.

“Not only did you go somewhere you weren’t supposed to, sweetheart, but you didn’t do what I had asked you to. You’re going to stay in this room all by yourself until tomorrow morning so you can think about what you did wrong, understood?”

You nod, your eyes red and puffy from crying. You watch Leon stand up, not even giving you a second glance as he walks out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Leon is restless as he lays in bed, staring at the ceiling. This was the first night he slept alone since bringing you here. Every time he closes his eyes, that night in Raccoon City comes rushing back to him, the groans of the undead haunting his subconscious. He felt a chill go through him, which immediately brought him back to when he was infected with Las Plagas, causing him to lay on his side, wrapping his arms around himself. 

You were the only one that kept the darkness of the past away and boy did he yearn for you now. But you were being punished and he needed to see that punishment through; he was not about to let you see him like this.

However, as time passed, his body began to tremble and he could feel a panic attack coming, something he hadn’t experienced since that night you had disappeared from his apartment back in D.C.. Grabbing a pillow, he stuffs his face into it and screams, unable to get the awful images of that night in 1998 out of his head. Why did you have to bring it up? Why were you in his office to begin with? He wanted to forget that night, the night his innocence was taken away from him. 

He graduated at the top of his class at the police academy, his heart full of light and hope. Filled with a desire to help people. The bright, hopeful police officer died that night in Raccoon City, leaving behind a jaded man full of anger and hate at the horrors and corruption he was exposed to. 

Clutching the pillow, trying to pretend it was you, he violently sobs, his voice no doubt echoing through the house. After what seems like hours of this, he couldn’t take it anymore. He tosses the blankets off himself and walks into the bathroom, flipping the light on before looking at himself in the mirror. His eyes were puffy and red with dark circles under them. He looks like hell. Turning on the sink, he splashes cold water onto his face before leaning over the sink, breathing heavily. He turns and leaves the bathroom, shutting off the light. He walks out of the bedroom, heading straight to the timeout room. 

He stops in front of the shut door, pressing his palm against it, dragging his hand down until his hand meets the door handle.

He unlocks the door.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You were startled awake by the sound of someone wailing. You were kind of irritated because you had just managed to finally fall asleep after exhausting yourself from crying. The first thought that crossed your mind was ‘oh great, is this place haunted?’ but no, you realize quickly it’s Leon. The wailing finally stops after awhile, much to your relief.

You close your eyes to go back to sleep until you hear the door to the timeout room unlock and open, the door letting out a creaking sound as it slowly swings open. You keep your eyes shut, thinking that if he thinks you’re asleep that he’ll go away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Leon walks into the room, shutting the door behind him. You feel him collapse onto the bed behind you; you feel him press himself against you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. That’s when you feel it, his body subtly shaking and you hear soft sounds coming from him.

Is he crying…?

You open your eyes, turning over to look at him slightly, “Leon?”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” you hear him say, “I couldn’t do it, I’m not strong enough… it won’t stop…”

You turn over completely to face him, looking into his bloodshot blue eyes, “what won’t stop?”

“I couldn’t save them… I couldn’t save anyone…” Leon says, “I can still hear them…”

You realize he’s talking about Raccoon City and, judging by the report you read, he witnessed some truly horrific things that clearly scarred him. Your mind starts racing, trying to think of a way to calm him down so that you can go back to sleep. You recall the Kennedy Report, finally.

“But you were able to save the President’s daughter, weren't you?” you reach out, gently caressing his cheek, “you also stopped a horrible parasite from spreading. That’s something, isn’t it, Leon?”

You watch as his breaths slow down, his expression softening as a smile forms on his lips, a genuine one. You hadn’t seen that smile since when you first met him. For a minute you forget that he’s completely deranged. He pulls you in close, kissing the top of your head and he quickly falls asleep and, thankfully, you do, too.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

The next morning, you and Leon ate breakfast in complete silence. You mindlessly push your food around on your plate as Leon stands at the kitchen sink, doing the dishes. You look up at him, the silence now unbearable.

“Do you… want to talk about last night?” you ask hesitantly.

“No.”

You feel your heart sink, clearing your throat before continuing, “I think we should, Leon.”

“You’re becoming awfully comfortable with addressing me incorrectly, my sweet,” Leon says, his voice like venom.

You roll your eyes since his back is turned to you, “it’s not going to get easier if you keep ignoring it.”

He turns around, narrowing his eyes at you, “drop it. Now.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy… I’ll stop,” you say, conceding defeat.

“Good girl.”

The sudden sound of his cellphone ringing in his back pocket made you nearly jump out of your skin. Leon groans, pulling it out and answering it.

“Kennedy speaking… no I can’t come to Bangor today…”

Bangor… as in Bangor, Maine?

“What do you mean the President is here? Fuck… fine, I’ll be there in a couple hours,” Leon hangs up his cellphone, turning to face you, “I have to go into town, can I trust you to be good while I’m gone?”

He doesn’t realize his slip up…

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be good, I promise.”

Your mind was now racing, trying to fathom where in Maine you potentially were until you suddenly recall a conversation you had with Leon when you two started dating.

“Yeah, I have some property up near Baxter State Park in Maine; I’d like to retire there someday!”

He inadvertently told you where he was going to take you without even realizing it. But what were you going to do with this information? You had no way of communicating with the outside. You finish up your breakfast with renewed vigor as Leon gets ready to leave the house.

Leon comes out of the bedroom, wearing one of his leather jackets with a dark blue button up shirt and a pair of jeans. Admittedly, he was very attractive in this outfit. You must not have hid that on your face very well because he gives you a playful smirk.

“Like what you see baby? Too bad I have to leave you, otherwise I’d fuck you right here. Unfortunately, I can’t refuse an order from the President."

He walks up to you, cupping your head in one of his hands and kissing the top of your head, “I’ll be back later, be good, ok?”

You watch Leon leave the kitchen, listening to the front door open and squeak closed, leaving you with your thoughts. Grabbing your plate, you bring it over to the sink and finish washing the dishes that Leon had started. Your mind continues to race over the fact that you now had a general idea of where Leon has taken you; you had to think of a way to take advantage of this.

You finish up the dishes, drying off your hands before going into the living room. You sit in Leon’s chair, turning on the TV and mindlessly flipping through the channels. You can’t seem to focus, your eyes wandering the room instead of staying on the TV. Your eyes settle on the front door, your eyes widening in shock.

The front door is unlatched.

Part 7

[peppapig9009]

Boruto Timeskip x Reader

Part Two!!!

A/n - hey guys i’m back with another chapter! Just before you guys start, there WILL be smut towards the end. Disclaimer, it is my first time writing something like this so please don’t hate on meee! This will also be a Kawaki x reader, just a little though. Enjoy!!!

9k words!!

Summary - You and Boruto end up staying in Kohona for a few days not knowing things would get complicated between you and him because of Kawaki.

Warnings - Violence, swearing, and Smut

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Boruto changed into a completely different person. He barely laughs, even at the jokes he would almost piss himself in. He’s not the same person he was months ago, obviously because he almost lost his sensei, but also because he feels guilty of not being able to do anything to help. All he could do was just stand there and hear Sasuke scream for us to run for our lives. You always made sure to reassure Boruto that it’s not his fault and that we were going to lose even if we gave it our all because of the amount of claw grimes Code had summoned.

You and Boruto were taking a break under a shade. He was sitting on a log and you were leaning on a tree drinking water. His back was facing you but you knew he was staring at the ground day dreaming. You walked towards him and hugged him from behind. “Your hair is getting pretty long. Mind if I give you a haircut?” You asked jokingly. “Yeah, if that’s what you’d like.” He replied. You were surprised he said yes. He gave you one of his kunai and sat still so that you wouldn’t mess up. “I’ve been thinking,” he said staying quiet for a bit before continuing. “We should go back to the leaf village to tell Sarada about Master Sasuke. Then come back. I just can’t let her live thinking that he is still ‘alive’ and well with us, you know?” He said. “If that’s what you think, then let’s go. When do you plan on going?” You replied. “As soon as you’re done with my hair. The village is in that direction I think.” Boruto said as he pointed. Once you were done trimming down his hair you patted his shoulder to let him know that it’s time to go. “Alright get your stuff ready. We are going to run the whole way.” He said waiting for you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Boruto, let’s take a break, we’ve been running for the past 25 minutes and my lungs feel like they’re about to fall out of my ass.” You told him gasping for air. “Okay then, let’s walk for now.” Nugget was tired too, he didn’t even run at all, you were carrying him the whole time. “Nugget you are being so dramatic. You didn’t even have to run like us! Here, you want some worms?” You asked your duck.

Boruto flinched, “Y/n, I just felt code’s chakra in the village, we have to go now.” He said, then proceeded to run faster than he was before leaving you behind. “Whelp, I know he can take care of Code himself so i’m in no rush,” you sighed. “Here Nugget, i’ll let you fly for now. Chase after me and Boruto okay?” You told Nugget as you set him free to fly. You were tired of holding him when you ran because your arm was getting numb.

You finally pinpointed exactly where Boruto is. Once you arrived, you saw him having his foot shoved on Code’s face mid air then slamming him to the ground. “It’s that kind of sick thinking that creeps girls out…” Boruto said to Code. Code at that moment took advantage of Boruto’s position and tried to slash him with his claws. Unsurprisingly Boruto dodged them landing right in front of Sarada with his back facing her. “I’ve been looking for you, Boruto. I didn’t expect you to show yourself so readily. Makes me regret not coming to Konoha a lot sooner.” Code said.

“Withdraw your monsters, all of them. Do it now, while you’re still able to control them and i’ll let you live.” Boruto replied. “Wait, hold on. What’d you just say? Did you forget how helpless you were against me two years ago? You’ve got some nerve to tell me that you’re going to spare my life!” Code said laughing. “You obviously heard me. So hurry up and do it, or else you’ll lose more than your left eye this time.” Boruto said. “And here I thought i’d heard the worst of your bluffs. What can I do but laugh?” Code said.

“Boruto…” Sarada said quiet enough for only him to hear. “Sarada, there are still lots of folks who haven’t gotten away. Could you help them? Me and y/n will handle Code.” Boruto told her. “Are you sure?” She asked. “We’ll talk later, just stay alive.” He said. Sarada then left leaving You, Boruto and Code alone. You stepped back once you saw boruto touch his sword. Seconds later, all of the claw grimes that were just surrounding us were slaughtered by him alone. “I guess it wasn’t a complete bluff.” Code said.

“If you insist on pressing on, you’ll lose every one of them.” Boruto said. “And you’re being prematurely cocky. These don’t add up to a drop in the bucket. Besides, they’re just tools anyway.” Code replied. “You don’t understand the true horror of ten tails” you said as you jumped back next to Boruto. “I’ll say this one more time Code, i’ll let you live. In return, guide me to where the main body of the ten tails is. I’ll be honest, killing you is easy. So instead of dying in vain, why not do one good act for the world?” Boruto said.

“It’s irrelevant, since you’ll be the one dying.” Code replied. “I guess there’s no cure for idiocy.” Boruto said as he started to walk towards Code creating a Rasengan Uzuhiko. “Rasengan Uzuhiko.” He said. “Rasengan Uzuhiko?” Code asked confused. Code rapidly created claw marks on the floor surrounding you and Boruto. He then went in one and landed right behind him attempting to slash him from behind. Boruto knew what Code was up to but he took advantage of him getting close to him, he quickly turned around and spread his arm out to his face. Code quickly catched it. With Boruto’s free hand, he reached out for his sword but Code also stopped it. “You seem real confident about this jutsu. So it’s a shame you can’t hit me with it.” Code said.

“I told you, killing you is easy. In fact, i’m already halfway there.” Boruto replied. Suddenly visible wind started to coil up around Code’s body. “This is your last warning Code. Take me to where ten tails is. If you refuse, you can die here.” Boruto said. “Very funny. You, kill me? Go ahead and try!” Code shouted as he ran towards Boruto slowly, he didn’t realize he was still being affected with his Rasengan. After many attempts of Code trying to harm Boruto and Boruto easily dodging his attacks, he took action and saw an opening in Code’s body and quickly clenched his stomach. “Rasengan Uzuhiko.”

Code was sent flying to the ground. He quickly stood up to not let his guard down. “I’m surprised. I didn’t except you to still be standing up.” Boruto said. Seconds later Code fell to the ground. “Dammit!! What did you do to me?!” He yelled. “Enjoy. Think of it as a biting counter attack from this planet that you were trying to destroy. The damaging will continue semi-permanently. Semi because your life will run out before the planet stops spinning.” Boruto said.

“You cheekly bastard!” Code said attempting to stand up only to fall back down on his butt again. “Ugh” he groaned crawling backwards until he couldn’t because there’s a tree behind him. “However, there is the option of me stopping this Uzuhiko. Would you rather quietly await death or give me ten tails and live? I think it’s a choice even a fool can make.” Said Boruto.

“Boruto watch out!” You said when you saw Kawaki flying right towards him. Boruto quickly dodged, landing right next to you. “Kawaki!” He said. Everyone else started to arrive including Himiwari. “Boruto!” She said.

“What’re you doing here in Konoha, Boruto?! And what are you discussing with Code?” Shikadai yelled. “We’re trying to make a deal here. Do you mind not interfering?” Boruto said.

Code tried to escape by creating claw marks on the ground only to be stopped by Kawaki destroying them. “Kawaki. Stay away from him and don’t provoke him.” Boruto told him. “Who are you to order me around? If you showed yourself here, you must be prepared to die Boruto!” Kawaki replied. While both Kawaki and Boruto were busy talking, they didn’t realize Code was planning to escape once again. He had summoned a claw grime but kawaki quickly reacted, piercing right through the monster’s chest. That wasn’t enough though, because Code was still able to escape. His chakra was now completely gone. “Shikadai, you all go on agead.” Kawaki said. Then turned to face Boruto. “I’ve got business with this one.”

“It’s been three years. What’s with your outfit? You and Uchiha adoptee now?” Kawaki asked.

“Your smack talk sure hasn’t changed. But im glad to see Himiwari looking well.” Boruto replied. “Why are you guys here? If you’ve come to die at home, i’ll help you, right here, right now.” Kawaki said. “Dying in Konoha doesn’t sound bad, but not today. Butt out of this, kawaki. You’re in my way.” Boruto said. “You’re the only one in anyone’s way, Boruto. Hm? Don’t you think?” Kawaki said. Boruto was going to reply back to him until Koji started talking to him (the little frog). “Infiltration accomplished, Boruto. Code’s returned to base.” You heard him say. “Any signs of ten tails?” He asked. “Not yet, hold on… Confirmed. Ten tails is there.” The frog replied. “Good.” Boruto said disappearing immediately, leaving me and Kawaki alone. You felt awkward because you didn’t know what to say or do. There’s no chance that you can escape because then Kawaki is just going to assume something bad, so instead you decided to pay your aunt a visit. “Wait y/n please.” Kawaki said to you. You turned around to look at him to let him know that you are listening. “I’m sorry. None of this was my intention to make Boruto’s life difficult. It just kind of… happened and I don’t want you to hate me for it.” He said. “Well it’s too late now. I do hate you Kawaki.” You said to him turning back around.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You were almost close to the house. You were nervous meeting her and your cousins again after so long. You suddenly heard quaking. It was just nugget arriving. “You came!! Took you long enough.” You said laughing. “You’re going to have to get used to walking on your feet now Nugget, you’re gaining too much weight that’s why you get tired easily. Even just by watching me walk.” You said placing him down.

You finally arrived. You hesitated on knocking on the door. You took a deep breath and let it out. You knocked on it. You then started to hear the locks unlocking “Mom! She’s back!!” One of your cousin said as they opened the door. “No way! Let me see for myself.” Your aunt said opening the door wider to get out. She quickly gave you a tight hug. “Come on in! We were just about to eat lunch.” She told you as she shut the door behind you. Little did you know, someone was spying on you.

“So how have you been honey? You stopped writing for us a while ago” Your aunt asked you a little sad. “Oh sorry, it’s just things got rough for me and Boruto. Our sensei sacrificed himself in order for him and I to escape and stay alive. We were outnumbered by these monsters called claw grimes. Today people were getting attacked by them. Only two were turned into trees just like Sasuke.” You told them.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that. How can you handle all of this?” Your aunt asked you. “I had Boruto’s company that’s why.” You told her. She then stood up and asked if you wanted anything to eat. “No i’m not that hungry right now. I just want to sleep to be honest. Can I?” You asked her. “Yes! did you forget you also live here silly?” She said laughing. She carried your things to your room. “Thank you. You didn’t have to carry my things all the way here.” You said. “It’s fine, don’t worry. Well, if there’s anything you need, please tell me okay?” She said. “Yeah, thank you.” You replied. She then walked out and closed the door. “Ugh I need a shower before I lay down on the bed.” You told yourself. You went in your bag and pulled out the clothes you were going to wear. You walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You wondered what Boruto could be doing right now. “Why did he have to leave me alone with Kawaki, he could of at least told me where he was going.” You said in your mind. You used to be so close to Kawaki, even liked him too at some point. You wondered if he ever liked you the way you liked him, he was always soft with you but rough on others. He treated you as if you were a delicate flower. People even said they felt uncomfortable with the way he treated you. But there was also Boruto, He was always there for you, and you were always there for him. He was even comfortable enough to talk about personal things.

You knew deep down Kawaki didn’t mean to swap roles with Boruto. He was just expressing his feelings to Eida, and she wasn’t at fault either because she apologized to Boruto afterwards and tried to look forward to undo whatever she did. But oh well, it is what it is. Maybe this happened for a reason. “Damn this shampoo smells so good.” You said.

After you were done showering you brushed your hair and put everything back in its place and went back into your room. The moment you entered, you saw Boruto sitting on your bed. “Hey” he said. “Oh, hey. What are you doing here?” You asked while you put your things on the floor. “Just wanted to tell you some things I learned.” He said. “Yeah, go ahead.” You told him as you sat on the bed next to him. “Okay i’m going to keep it short because it’s just too much. Basically if you get bit or attacked by a claw grime, you turn into a tree. After that happens, a divine tree looking human gets created and uses your chakra to stay alive. And while I was there I saw one that looks just like Master Sasuke. I had to leave as fast as I could because they started to gang up on me. I almost didn’t get away.” He said.

“So they rely on your chakra to stay alive? Do you think in order to kill the divine tree humans we need to remove the human from the actual tree?” You asked. “I think so, but we’re not going to do that.” he replied. “Where are you going now?” You asked when he stood up. “I’m going to see Sarada remember? I’ll be back though don’t worry. Also nugget is outside if you didn’t know.” He said. “Yeah I left him outside. He was going to poop everywhere if I brought him in. And, be careful. I’ll be waiting for you.” You said. He nodded and walked out of your room. You laid back on your bed like a starfish and sighed. You then layed on your side and closed your eyes.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You woke up to noises in your room. You didn’t know where it was coming from because you were still half asleep. You then realized the noises were coming from your window. You stood up to go check and saw that it was kawaki trying to get in. “What the hell are you doing?” You said pushing him out. “Nah, what are you doing here y/n.” He said awkwardly. “What the hell does it look like? I’m at home” you said to him as you locked the window. “I hope Boruto comes here soon” you thought as you got back on the bed and rubbed your eyes. “Y/n! Kawaki is here, he’s coming right your way!” Your aunt says loud enough for you to hear. You let out a scream and covered your mouth. You then stood up quickly trying to shut the door because you saw him twisting the knob.

“get out Kawaki I don’t want to see you.” You yelled. He didn’t listen, instead he opened the door slowly trying not to fling you across the room. “Wheres Boruto?” He asked shutting the door behind him and locking it. “Jeez, not even a hello or something?” You said. “Hello” he replied. “I don’t even care anymore don’t worry. Boruto isn’t here if that’s what you’re here for. So you can find your way out now.” You said pointing at the door. “Don’t worry, I know exactly where he is.” He said. “Then why ask?” He stayed silent. “Let’s go out to eat.” He said looking away. “Are you kidding me? I don’t want to.” You said. “It’s either go out with me or I go after Boruto.” He said. You narrowed your eyes. “Fine, let me get ready, wait for me outside.” You told him. He took a deep breath and walked out. “Why is he so scary now. I could barely recognize him” you thought to yourself as you changed your clothes and quickly did your hair and makeup.

It took you about 15 minutes to finish. Right before you walked out you went to go find your aunt. She was in the backyard with your duck. “Oh hi! Did Kawaki leave?” She asked. “No. Actually, we’re going out to eat. I’ll be back in a few. So don’t worry.” You said smiling. “No wonder you’re dressed so gorgeous. Your duck is so cute!! How does he not fly away? Im surprised.” She asked. “To be honest, I don’t even know so myself.” You laughed. “Okay Im going to go now, bye!” You told her as you went back inside to go out the front door.

When you walked out he was right there leaning on the wall staring at the sky. “Let’s go now mr mysterious.” You said laughing a little, his stance was so cringey. “Where are we going?” You asked. “Hmm…Where would you like to go?” He asked. “I guess lightning burger, man I miss that place.” You said. “Okay then, lightning burger it is.” He replied.

You guys arrived and he payed for everything you ordered. He went to go find a spot to sit while you guys were waiting for the food to be ready. “So.. how have you been y/n?” He asked awkwardly. “I’ve been ehh, it’s not easy being away from home.” You replied. “Why did you leave? There was no reason for you to go with Boruto.” He said. “I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t want him to be alone.” You replied. He only hummed. Our order was ready. You saw that our food was in a bag instead of a tray. “Let’s go somewhere more quiet. Are you okay with it?” He asked. “Yeah, it doesn’t matter.” You replied. He took you to the closest park from your house. “Would you like to eat in the swings with me?” He asked. “Yeah sure.. whats with you acting so formal?” You said. “I just don’t want to dissatisfy you.” He replied in a nervous tone. “Don’t worry” you said as you sat next to him on the swing. He handed you your burger and fries then put your soda on the floor next to his. You unwrapped the burger and took a huge bite. “So gooddd,” you said, “did you know i’ve been having dreams about eating this??” You told him smiling. He smiled back shaking his head. “Are you and Boruto dating?” He asked. You almost started to choke from the food in your mouth. “No, why?” You said nervously. “Nothing, forget I asked.” He said.

“C’mon, now you need to tell me why or else I won’t be able to sleep.” You said. “Sarada and him were acting so close.” He said. “How close?” You asked. “I mean, all I saw was him hugging her a little too hard. Like as if it were the last time they were going to see each other. Her face was all up in his neck too, it was kind of unsettling.” He said. “Oh, I guess they just missed each other.” You laughed. You felt jealous, Just a little though.

“I guess.” He said as he took a bite out of his burger. “If you saw him, why didn’t you just go after him?” You asked. “I wanted to come see you before I did anything. You know, just in case you guys leave because of a fight or something.” He said staring at the floor a little embarrassed.

“Well don’t worry, I don’t think we’re going anywhere yet. I’m not sure though. I’ll see what Boruto says.” You said.

“What Boruto says? Do you need permission to stay or leave or something?” He asked. “No, not really. It’s just, wherever he goes I go, you know.” You said and he just nodded and stayed silent.

“The food was good, thank you Kawaki.” You told him as you threw your trash away. Yeah no problem, if you ever want something from any kind of store store just let me know and i’ll buy it for you, okay? Don’t waste your money when i’m around.” He said. All you could say was thank you. Now that you guys were done eating he decided to take you home.

You heard him scoff and you looked at him confused. You then realized Boruto and Sarada were right behind us. “Let’s go now y/n.” Boruto said. “She can’t, she’s busy.” Kawaki replied. “Stay out of this Kawaki.” Boruto replied.

“You stay out of this, she’s going home with me. If you have a problem with that, then you shouldn’t have had left her alone in the first place.” Kawaki said grabbing your arm and walking to the direction of your house. Leaving Boruto and Sadara behind.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Thank you Kawaki for walking me home.” You told him as you walked up the porch. “Yeah, see you tomorrow?” He asked. “Maybe” you replied. He smiled and nodded. “Bye now.” You said walking in and closing the door. You sighed knowing Boruto is going to want to talk to you about why you were hanging out with Kawaki. “Hopefully he doesn’t get here yet.” You thought to yourself. You walked in your room and checked around to see if Boruto had arrived. Nope. You placed your things on the bed and grabbed your pjs and underwear to shower.

After you were done showering you started to take out your things to get ready for the night. You rinsed your toothbrush and placed some toothpaste on the bristles then started to brush your teeth. “I hope Boruto doesn’t get upset. None of this would have happened if I declined Kawaki’s invite to go out. But still, if I said no he would have gone to Boruto and create an even bigger scene. Well, it is what it is I guess.” You thought.

After you were done brushing your teeth you brushed your hair because you don’t like sleeping with tangled hair. As you were brushing your hair someone knocked on the door. “It’s occupied!” You said awkwardly. “let me in.” Boruto said. You opened the door and moved to the side so he could walk in. “Jeez couldn’t you have waited outside? What if I was pooping or something?” You said. “If you were, you wouldn’t open the door for me dummy.” He replied. “Hold on, let’s talk in my room i’m finished.” You said as you got your things and walked out of the bathroom and into your room. Boruto followed behind you and closed the door. You heard the lock click but didn’t think much of it. You put your things back in your backpack and set it on the floor. You then walked over to the tv to grab the controller to turn it on. There was nothing good to watch so you just left it on a cooking show and walked to the bed and got under the sheets. You turned around and saw Boruto making a tiny bed on the floor. “Boruto, you know you can sleep on the bed with me right?” You said. “I’m okay here. You can ask Kawaki to sleep next to you, i’m sure he would say yes.” He told you. That reminded you, “hey, what were you going to talk to me about anyways?” You asked. “About him. Why were you guys hanging out together?” He asked. “Because I can.” You told him. “I thought you hated him though.” He said harshly. “I do.” You replied. “But-“ “Boruto, stop it. I can hang out with whoever I want, okay? I hate him for acting selfish and expressing his feelings about wanting to be Naruto’s real son to Eida but he didn’t mean for it to actually happen. It just did. He’s still my friend.” You told him sitting up. “Well it doesn’t look like it.” He said mumbling as he got under the covers with you too. “Why do you care so much? You were with Sadara the whole time and i’m not complaining. To top it off, Kawaki told me you guys were hugging a little too hard. You’re with her but still worry about what I do. Like, what?” You said. “She was the one hugging me like that. I just hugged her back to not seem rude. He told you that to make you jealous.” He said.

“Jealous? As if.” You scoffed. “Then why mention it. Hm?” He said carrying a smirk on his face. “Shut up, i’m going to sleep.” You told him turning your full body around.

You heard him scoff. He got off of the bed to turn off the light. He then grabbed the controller and turned off the Tv. It was pitch black in your room. You felt him get back on the bed and adjust himself to a comfortable position.

You felt eyes pericing holes through your back.

“Stop staring at me Boruto.” You said. Seconds later he turned around. “Y/n” he said. “Yes?” You replied. “I want you to stop hanging out with Kawaki.” He told you. “You say it like as if we’re going to hang out everyday, we’re not even going to stay here for long… Are we?” You said. “Yeah. When I went after Code to find ten tails, I overheard the divine tree humans talking about how they are coming after Sarada, Konohamaru and Eida,” he said still not finished, “we can’t leave knowing what they’re planning. You know?” Boruto said. “Okay that’s fine but you still can’t tell me what to do.” You told him. “Fine do whatever you want.” He said scoffing again.

“Stop scoffing so much!” You said elbowing him right in the ribs. “Ow, you dumb pig!” He said elbowing you back. “Go to sleep or I’ll kick you off my bed.” You told him. “Shut up! I am already!” He replied.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You woke up and felt Boruto big spooning you. You read the clock on the counter next to your bed and it read 9:48 am. It was still a little early so you tried to go back to sleep. Boruto felt you adjusting to a more comfier position in his arms and that made him smile knowing you were awake and okay with the state you guys were in because you would normally push him off. He brought his arms down to hug your waist and got closer to you until there wasn’t any space between you guys. You didn’t know if he was acting bold or if he was still sleeping.

The position was kind of uncomfortable so you turned around fully to hug him. Then put one of your legs between his and brushed your fingers through his hair. His face was still buried in your neck, so you felt him smile against your skin. Boruto felt so happy, it almost reminded him of when his mom would run her fingers through his hair when he couldn’t sleep. “Y/n! Wake up, breakfast is almost ready!” Your aunt told you on the other side of the door. “Okay!” You said in a sleepy voice. You heard Boruto smack his lips. “We can’t have anything nice.” You heard him say. “Says who?!” You yelled tackling him back on the bed. You ended up sitting right on top of him. He looked at you first, then brought his eyes down to where you were sitting. he brought his hands to your waist, then down to your thighs. “It’s not going to end well if you don’t get off.” He said blushing as he leaned his head back on the bed. He liked the way you sat on him. You felt him getting hard on you and it rested against your clit so you grinded on him. He started to moan so you covered his mouth and pecked on his neck. “C’mon, let’s get ready.” You said patting on his chest as you got off of him. He smacked his lips angrily again. “That’s what you get for letting another girl hug you.” You thought to yourself smiling.

“Hey, can I use the shower?” He asked you. “Yeah go ahead. Make it snappy though because i’m going to shower too.” You said rubbing your eyes. “Now i’m going to take longer for sure.” He said walking out with his clothes in his hand. “Since when did you start getting so annoying? I’m going to stop cleaning your clothes watch.” you said loud enough for him to hear. You stood up to go grab your backpack. “Man I need to go shopping, i’m tired of wearing the same cloths.” You said as you pulled out all of the things you needed.

Boruto finally finished showering. “Hurry up, we need to go somewhere.” He told you. “To where?” You asked him. “I’ll tell you once you’re done.” He replied. “Okay.” you said walking out of the room and into the bathroom. You quickly showered, brushed your teeth and did your makeup to not take any of Boruto’s time. It might be important.

“Okay i’m finished, where are we going?” You asked him as you put your things down. “To the Hokage’s Office. Shikamaru summoned the both of us.” He told you. “In a bad way or in a good way?” You asked him. “I’m not sure. But we have to go now.” He told you as he walked out of the room.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Y/n and Boruto, what are you guys doing here? Do you think it’s okay for you guys to just come back like nothing happened? Are you mocking us or something?!” Shikamaru said harshly. “Lord eighth, I think this is the perfect time for us to explain our sudden appearance, thank you for summoning us.” Boruto said to Shikamaru. “Alright, go ahead.” He said. “Yesterday, me and y/n were planning to come here to Konoha to let Sarada know about what had happened to master Sasuke. And then on our way there we felt Code’s chakra so we ran even faster to get there faster. Once we arrived, I beat his ass so bad he had to retreat. And when he did, I tracked him down and found out where he had the ten tails hidden and teleported right to him. Me and Code got caught up in a terrible situation and saw the victims of the claw grimes already turned into divine tree human looking things. They were discussing on who to come after and I heard each one of them say specific names.” Boruto said. “Well, what were the names?” Shikamaru interrupted impatiently. “All I heard was Sarada Uchiha, Konohamaru Sarutobi, and Eida’s name being called. We decided to stay to come help you guys just incase anything were to happen.” Boruto said finishing with everything he had to say. “Alright thank you. But we don’t need your help. So you guys can find your way out now. And I mean the village.” Shikamaru said pointing a finger towards the door. The second Shikamaru pointed at the door, Kawaki and Sarada bursted in. “Get out! This is private business!” Shikamaru yelled. “We’re not leaving. Let them stay and we do need their help.” Kawaki said making an excuse only for you to stay longer. “But how do we know we can trust them?” Shikamaru asked. “Because it’s coming out of my mouth. If anything were to happen, I could easily stop them. Only I am capable of doing that.” Kawaki explained. “Fine. You’re in custody of them now.” Shikamaru said as he sat back on his chair. “What?! You’ve got to be kidding me!!” Boruto yelled tugging on his hair almost falling to his knees. “You’re excused. Report to me immediately if anything happens Kawaki.” Shikamaru finally said. All of you guys walked out and stayed outside of the room awkwardly. “Hey y/n, it’s been so long!” Sarada said giving you a hug. “Yeah, it has!! How have you been?” You asked. “I’ve been great now that you guys came back!” She replied.

“Y/n, can we talk?” Kawaki asked you. “Privately.” He said as he grabbed your arm and took you out of the building. You felt the furious coming out of Boruto’s body. “What did you want to talk about?” You asked him. “Nothing. I just wanted to make up an excuse so that we could hang out.” He said smiling. “Really?” You said laughing. “I want to spend my money on you. If you’re okay with it of course.” He said. “You don’t have to. But we can walk around the mall.” You told him. “That sounds good, let’s go.” He said. “Not without us though.” Boruto interrupted. “Sure whatever.” Kawaki told Boruto. Then turning around to walk to the direction of the mall.

You guys finally arrived. “Okay get into pairs. Im going with y/n. See you guys around.” Kawaki said leaving Sarada and Boruto behind. You turned around to look at Boruto and gave him a sorry look. Kawaki was doing way too much now. “They could hang out with us too you know.” You told kawaki. “The plan was originally for only us to hang out, not them. Since they wanted to come, they can go shopping too, just not with us.” Kawaki replied. You just nodded. You didn’t like the idea of Boruto and Sarada hanging out together. And Boruto didn’t like the idea of you hanging out with Kawaki either.

“Let’s go in there!” You told kawaki when you saw an arcade store. “I was about to say the same thing.” He said grabbing your arm to lead you inside. Kawaki had bought a 30 minute game card for you guys to play. “Let’s get on these motorcycles” kawaki said as he inserted the card. You and him got on both bikes. “Get ready to eat my dust.” You told him laughing. “We’ll see about that.” He replied in a cocky tone.

Once the game started you were doing good until obstacles started to appear making you have to lean left and right, the bike was too heavy to lean on. Eventually the game finished leaving you at fourth place. “I win! What a loser.” Kawaki told you. “That’s because you got lucky” You said getting off. “Hmm, where to next?” He said looking around. “Great, now you’re here too?” He told Boruto. “Woah, calm down buddy. This store ain’t yours is it?” Boruto said smiling as he walked away with Sarada.

“Let’s go over there Kawaki.” You said pointing at the rows of claw machines. “Yeah sure. I didn’t even see those when we walked in.” He said walking towards them. Some of them didn’t even have cool prizes but you still looked around. “Look at that big ass shark!” You said pointing at one of the machines. “You want it? I’ll get it for you, first try too. Watch.” He said smirking as he scanned the card. He was moving the claw around to a perfect angle and dropped it. “No way you actually got it!!” You said as it went down the hole for you to grab it. “What the hell? I’m even surprised too.” He said laughing. “It’s so big and fluffy! Thank you!” You told him as you gave him a tight hug. Boruto watched the whole thing happen but didn’t react because Sarada was right there. “That should be me winning you that prize y/n.” He thought as he walked over to a fishing game. “Yeah, no problem” Kawaki said smiling. He was happy to see your smile again. “I want to win you something too. Pick something you like and i’ll get it for you.” You told him. “Hmm, this one.” He said pointing at a small little duck. “Aww, did you know I have a real one in my aunt’s back yard?” You told him.

“Yeah, I saw him yesterday when I tried climbing up your window.” He told you. He then scanned the machine for it to start working, you grabbed the knob and moved the claw directly above it. As soon as you were about to click the button Kawaki moved it a little to the right, having his hand on top of yours and pressed on it to drop down the claw. Eventually, you did win him the duck. “Thank you for helping me.” You told him as you stared at him. He stared at you back then smiled. “Thank you too, for winning me this. I wanted it because it reminded me of you.” He said as he squished it. “Let’s go play whack a mole.” You said as you walked over to the game. Boruto saw where you two were heading and quickly ran to the game and scanned it, he turned around and pulled out his tongue in secret to prevent Sarada from seeing him. He grabbed the hammer once he saw the moles starting to pop out. “Watch this.” Kawaki said smiling hard then pulled up next to Boruto and started whacking the moles with his hand to make him mad. “Dude stop it. You’re being annoying.” Boruto said. He then grew tired of kawaki being annoying so he tried to whack him with the hammer. Kawaki caught the hammer pulling it from his hand and hit him with it. Kawaki grabbed your arm and ran out of the store once he saw Boruto running after you guys. He stopped chasing once you two were completely outside to store. “Did you see the way his face looked when he was sprinting?!” You said tugging on your stomach because you felt abs forming from laughing. Kawaki could only nod because he was unable to talk from laughing as well. Everyone was looking at you guys as if you were crazy but you didn’t care. “I need to use the bathroom now, I almost peed myself.” You said as you stood up. “Yeah me too.” He replied.

You guys started to walk through the mall to find the nearest bathrooms. “Right there.” You said pointing at the bathroom sign. You were done using the bathroom and saw that Kawaki was waiting for you right outside. “Do you want to go get something to eat?” He asked you. “Yeah sure! Like what?” You replied. “Let’s walk around, I can’t decide.” He said. You ended up buying a whole rotisserie chicken because of how Juicy it looked on the menu. And Kawaki bought a beef burrito. “You’re going to eat all that?” He asked you worried. “Not really, do you want to share?” You asked him. “Yeah, why not. Take a bite out of my burrito, I want to share with you too.” He said. You leaned in and took a bite out of it. “It’s so good what the hell.” You said. He then cut it and gave you half of his burrito. You ripped the chicken apart and placed it on a plate. You gave him the best pieces and then handed it to him. “If you want more chicken just ask me.” You told him smiling. “The chicken is really good and well marinated. I think I might have to come back here only for the food.” He told you.

“I’m so fulllll.” You said as you threw away the trash. “Yeah so am I, I feel like Im about to pop.” He replied. “Hey I want to go in there.” You told him as you pointed at a clothing store. “Then go in, you don’t have to say anything because i’ll be right behind you.” He told you. As you walked in you saw how beautiful all the clothes were. Kawaki ended up buying you five cute tops and three pants. “Would you like anything else?” He asked you. “No, i’m happy with all of this already, thank you.” You said leaning your head on his shoulder “maybe too quick to be leaning on his shoulder?” You thought to yourself as you removed your head from him. “Hey, let’s go in that candy shop.” He told you. You nodded and followed behind.

“I’ve never seen a candy shop this advanced.” You told him as you looked around. He handed you a bag to put the candies in. “Let’s go to the back corner first.” He said. Kawaki was putting all sorts of candies in his bag and so were you. He placed a chocolate in your mouth quickly to prevent any worker from seeing. You turned to look at him and saw that he was also chewing on one. You slapped his shoulder smiling. “Ouu! These one have juice in them, look.” You said surprised. “Whatt, let me get those.” He told you as he scooped the candies and put them inside his bag. “Hey, I can’t fit any more.” You told him. “Yeah neither can I, let’s go pay now.” He said.

The cashier closed the bags and placed a sticker to keep it closed. “Your total is thirty dollars.” She said. Kawaki handed her the money and gave you your bag. He put his wallet away and grabbed his candy bag and walked out. “I can’t wait to eat these.” You said. “Same, but i’m eating them now.” He told you as he ripped the sticker off. “Try this one.” He said as he pulled out an earth looking candy. You opened your mouth and he fed you it. “Those are really good, I should have gotten those” you said. “Y/n, there you are. I’m leaving with Sarada. Would you like to come with us?” Boruto asked you. “Uh, where are you guys headed to?” You asked him. “To my house! My mom wants to talk to Boruto, but you guys can come along too.” Sadara answered. Honestly, you just wanted to go home. “No it’s okay, you guys can go.” You told them. “Alright then, i’ll see you later y/n.” Boruto said looking at you in a mad expression and left. “What’s his deal?” Kawaki asked. “I don’t know.” You said lying. You knew exactly why Boruto was mad, and it wasn’t about the whack a mole incident, it was because of what he told you last night, to stop hanging out with Kawaki.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You and Kawaki decided to stay longer. “Hey, I heard they have a movie theater in this mall. Want to go check?” He asked you. “Yeah sure why not.” You told him. You both Walked around the mall trying to find the movie theaters. Turns out, it was on the other side of the mall this whole time. Once you guys arrived, you looked at the movies they had available. “How about a horror movie?” He asked you. “Yess” you said excitedly.

Kawaki bought two tickets for the scariest movie they had. “It’s kind of empty in here.” You said. “For me, I prefer for it to be emptier.” He said looking at you. You guys went inside the movie room and sat on your seats, which were the ones all the way in the back. The screen was just playing ads before it began, so it was kind of awkward. “Thank you Kawaki, it was really fun. I never really thought I would find myself being your friend again.” You told him. “Yeah, I had fun too. And sorry again for making you hate me. I really am. Not a day goes by without me regretting what I did to you.” He said grabbing your hand and squeezing it. You looked at his hand holding yours then looked at him. “This is wrong. I can’t do this to Boruto.” You thought to yourself. “Oh it started!” You said adjusting to your seat a little nervous and thankful that it got you out of the situation.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Man that movie wasn’t even scary.” Kawaki said unimpressed. “Yes it was you lunatic! I don’t think i’ll be able to sleep tonight.” You told him. “Scaredy cat.” He whispered in your ear. You tried smacking him but he dodged. You looked around to find a clock to see what time it is. “Damn, it’s almost 7pm!” You said surprised. “Yeah, the movie was like three hours long.” He told you. “I think it’s time for us to leave. I’m getting a headache from staying here too long.” You said. “Yeah that’s okay.” He said. You guys exited the mall and walked back home. “No way it’s this dark already.” You said surprised. “Yep, winter is almost here that’s why.” Kawaki replied.

You guys finally arrived at your house. He handed you all bags that were yours. The sky was completely dark and you could barely see the steps while walking up the porch. He followed behind. You stopped in front of the door and turned around. “Thank you again Kawaki. It was fun.” You told him. “Yeah no problem, I had fun too. This might be selfish of me to do but…” he said as he leaned towards you. He pecked your lips. It left you speechless, but you kind of liked it. You put your things on the floor in front of the door and went up to face him again. You both slowly leaned in, he put a hand on your waist and with the other, he grabbed on your jaw to get a better grip. You took his hand off of your face and wrapped both your arms around his neck and kissed him. The kiss was soft and passionate. He reached under your shirt to feel closer to you and gripped on your waist. That caused you to make a sound. It hurt so good. You opened your mouth to let him in. The kiss was now hard and rough. He was rougher than Boruto. With Kawaki, you couldn’t be in control. Everything was always his way. Kawaki was taking you against the wall, not taking his mouth away from yours. You pushed him off to catch your breath. It looked like he needed to catch his breath too but he didn’t care. As you were breathing, he went down on your neck and started kissing on it aggressively. then licked his way back up to your mouth. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He had one hand on your ass and the other under your shirt feeling every part of your back again. You cupped his face to kiss him easier. You could taste all the candy flavors he was eating on his way here. Realization hit you like a bus. “Kawaki, put me down.” You told him. He listened and placed you back on your feet but went back to your lips. The kiss became so heated it made you fall back into a hypnotic state again. “Kawaki wait.” You said pushing him off once more. “What’s wrong y/n?” He asked. “Nothing, it’s just I have to go back inside.” You told him. You then started to hear heavy footsteps coming your way. “Shit.” you said.

“Get away from her you idiot!!” Boruto yelled pulling kawaki away from you. “Y/n get inside. Now.” He told you. You picked up your things and went inside. “You think I wouldn’t find out?” Boruto said gripping on Kawakis shirt. “That you could kiss her without ME knowing?!” He said. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Kawaki yelled yanking Boruto’s arm off of his shirt. “You guys aren’t even dating. why make a big deal about it?!” He said. “Oh we’re not dating alright. But she’s mine! So back off. Why don’t you go hang out with Eida or something instead huh?!” Boruto asked. “Go ahead and stop me. I don’t want Eida, I want her.” Kawaki said pointing at the house. “You bastard!” Boruto said as he punched Kawaki right in the face. Kawaki tried doing the same but failed. You walked back outside. “Stop it! Both of you!! You’re going to wake up everyone inside!” You told them. You then softly pushed Boruto inside the house. “Fucker.” Was all Boruto said to Kawaki before you closed the door on him. “Are you serious right now Kawaki?” You said. “I didn’t start it, he did! So don’t start blaming shit on me.” He said. “I know you didn’t start it. You just made it worse. I have to go now, bye” You told him as you walked in and closed the door behind you.

You went inside the room not speaking to Boruto at all. You grabbed clean clothes out of your backpack to go shower. You then took out your toothbrush, toothpaste and hairbrush walking out of the room then to the bathroom. You didn’t even want to think about what had just happened. Your mind was blank and angry.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

After you were done with everything you walked out of the bathroom and into your room, sat on the bed and rubbed lotion all over your body. Boruto then walked out with his things to shower as well. You wanted to cry because of all the emotions you have bottled up inside you. You missed Sasuke and missed how things were before he was turned into a tree. You felt so confused and frustrated. You don’t know what to do.

You began to sob uncontrollably, tears started to run down your face like a flowing stream of water. “Of course he has to walk in on me crying.” You said to yourself hiding your face from Boruto. You couldn’t breathe because of your boogers clogging up your nose. “Y/n? What’s wrong!?” Boruto said dropping his things and running straight to you. You didn’t say anything. You just hugged him, crying even more. He hugged you back. His embrace was all you needed. ���I’m sorry Boruto.” You told him. “For what silly?” He said. “For everything” you told him. “I’m sorry too.” He told you as he stood up and walked out of your room. He came back with a tissue box. “Here you go.” He said handing you the box. You grabbed a tissue and cleaned the tears off of your face and blew your nose. You were done crying and stood up to throw away the tissues. “Why did you have to punch Kawaki? You know Shikamaru can kick us out for that right?” You told him as you turned off the lights and locked the door. “I got out of control, I couldn’t stand it. Especially after I saw how he was all up on you like that. Like come on, not even a week here in Konoha and you’re already letting him get on you like that. Not even to me! When i’ve been with you longer!” He said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’ll stay away from him now. Just for you.” You told him as you walked up to him. You lifted up his chin and pecked him on the lips. “Scoot back.” You told him as you got on him. “I’m yours.” You said in his ear. You felt him nod. “And you’re mine.” He said. You grabbed his head and lowered it down to your chest. He kissed it passionately and softly and worked his way up to your lips. You put a finger over his lips to stop him. You took off his shirt then yours too and ran your fingers down on his back to give him tingles and succeeded when you felt his goosebumps.

You got close to his face but didn’t kiss him. He did the same and now you guys were teasing each other. your lips brushed against each other but still never touched. Once again, he was growing hard on you, it made you groan in pleasure because it rested against your clit. “Fuckk...” he moaned quietly. “Shhh” you said as you connected your lips to his. It was a soft yet needy kiss. It was full of emotion, love and anger. The moon’s light reflecting inside your room made the setting even better, it made your room look almost dark blue.

You got off of him to take your shorts off. He admired your body, your cute matching underwear and bra as well. He then stood up and did the same, throwing his pjs across the room. He walked up to you and kissed you once more. You broke the kiss to sit him down on the edge of the bed and got on your knees, never breaking eye contact.

He ran his fingers through your hair. “We have to be quick.” You told him as you looked back at the door smiling. He nodded again staying quiet. You could tell Boruto was nervous so you brought his hand up to where he could feel your heartbeat. “Don’t worry, I’m nervous too.” You told him as he felt your rapid heart. “If you want me to stop, just let me know okay?” You said. “No it’s fine. It’s just, it’s my first time you know.” He told you. “Me too.” Was all you said. You pulled on his boxers and gave him a ‘can I?’ Look. He nodded smiling. You then started to pull on them until his dick was fully out. “Dayum!” You said. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Nothing, it just jump scared me.” You said as you started to laugh leaning your head on his thigh. You looked at it, it was pretty big. You’d say about six or seven inches. You got up from his thigh and adjusted yourself because your knees were already hurting.

you grabbed it and leaned in to kiss his tip. You looked up at him only to see him looking back at you. He gave you a sweet and innocent look with his shiny eyes. He looked so adorable. You then put your whole mouth on it bopping your head up and down. The only thing he could do was watch and make noises. He brought a hand to your hair and gripped on a handful and was now the one controlling your head’s movements. You were now gagging on it. The only thing you worried about was throwing up on it. You grabbed his hand and took it off of your hair.

You stood up and got on him. He leaned in to your lips and give you a very rough and wet kiss. You moved your panties to the side and he placed his dick right outside your entrance before starting. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked you. You nodded pushing the risk of you getting pregnant aside. You then started to lower down, feeling him entering you. He closed his eyes burrowing his eyebrows and started to breathe heavy. You took him fully and started to thrust into him. He gripped on your waist and found his way to your mouth. The kiss was sloppy and messy, full of vibrations due to both of you guys humming through the kiss.

Your knees started to grow tired. “It’s your turn.” You said as you got off of him to lay down on the bed. He turned around and reached down to kiss your stomach. Every kiss counting as him giving you his love. He then worked his way up and eventually was the one on top. He leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss. It wasn’t full of lust and hunger. It was different, it felt like the ‘i’d be happy to make us a family’, like the type of kiss you’d see in disney movies. (Not to be corny.)

He had his dick in his hand so that he could put it in you and you moved your panties to the side.

You both made eye contact as he was going in. He burrowed his eyebrows once again and started to whimper, trying his best to stay quiet. Once it was fully in, you relaxed knowing all you had to do was just lay there. He got into a comfortable position and started to thrust inside you. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him. You closed your eyes in pleasure but he grabbed on your jaw softly. “Please look at me.” He said as he pecked your lips.

You could tell he was about to reach his climax when you noticed his hips moving slower. you removed your legs around him just incase you accidentally lock him in to release inside you. He eventually backed up a bit and started to thrust his dick right above your stomach. You then started to feel warm liquid drop on it. Since you didn’t really finish, you started to touch yourself watching him touch himself. He looked down and saw what you were doing and smiled. It only took seconds for you both to finish. The room was full of heavy panting. He dropped himself right next to you. “I have to clean your stomach up.” He said laughing as he stood back up to grab some tissues from the tissue box he had given you when you were crying earlier. After he was done cleaning the mess he made, he asked if you wanted water or anything. “Nope, just you.” You said opening your arms for him to come cuddle with you. You heard him faintly laugh as he dived in your arms. “I love you y/n.” He told you. “I love you more.” You replied as you closed your eyes to sleep.

It was now morning, and Boruto was shifting around the bed uncomfortable. “Y/n they’re here. Wake up!!” Boruto shouted as he woke up.

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That is all for this chapter!!!! I might make a part three only because Im pretty much already caught up in the manga and currently waiting for new chapters to come out every month. 😔💔. If there are any mistakes here please let me know and i’ll correct them. I’ll keep you guys updated if any questions are asked!

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You Broke Me First

Summary: Doing his best to woo you and capture your attention which never seems to work, does Aemond turn to Alys Rivers leading everyone to believe that's his new beloved only to have her work her magic so he can finally have his way.

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You hummed to yourself as you walked through town feeling like you needed some alone time, which led to the thinking of going to your favorite hidden spot away from almost everything which was a small lake surrounded by tall flowers and grass where you couldn't hear much going on in markets or anywhere the farther you got. Having forgotten all about helping what seemed to be Prince Aemond during the last few days choosing to not think much of it which was exactly the opposite of how the prince was thinking since he couldn't get you out of his mind not knowing how to go about it until he went out looking for you. He had been thinking of nothing else but you. You were like a siren calling to him and drawing him to you. He will find you and claim you for his own. And he will not be gentle.

As Aemond was trying to focus retracing his steps to look for you, he would suddenly see the exact person that he had spent so much time thinking about. He could not believe his eyes as he saw you walking toward an area near a lake. He could not believe that he was lucky enough. Were you thinking about him? It made Aemond nervous, but excited at the same time. Thinking maybe he should go and talk to you. But what would he say? Aemond knew he had been so intrigued by you as he sought you out. He followed from a distance as you made your way to the secret spot. In his mind, he was already picturing spending time with you alone and what the two of you could do together. He watched you walk into the secluded area, taking note of every curve and crevice in your figure. He had to suppress a sly grin from forming across his face as he made his presence known to you. “Is this your secret spot?” he purred. You jumped in surprise at the sudden sound of Aemond's voice. Your heart beating fast, you looked up at the prince as he approached. Your lips parted to speak but a sudden sense of fear overwhelmed you. Instead, you just nodded your head in response. Turning suddenly towards him again speaking delicately. "Why… Yes, it is. How did you know? I wanted to be alone here. It is peaceful and serene. No one bothers me." You spoke with a faint smile on your face, as you looked down at the ground shyly.

Aemond could feel his heart racing as he saw your reaction to his talking to you. He was surprised that you had spoken at all, to be honest. The fact that you hadn't run away was a good sign. Aemond took a moment to look around at the beautiful scenery of the lake, which made him calm down somewhat. "This is a very peaceful and serene spot, that is true. Do you come here often?" Aemond said as he looked back at you. Aemond chuckled as you seemed to show a mixture of surprise, confusion, and embarrassment at him being here and even walking closer toward you. He looked around for a moment, soaking in the scenery. You were right. It was quite peaceful here. No wonder you like this place. He thought he might like it here as well. Aemond turned his attention back to you as your smile caught his attention feeling his heartbeat pick up. "It is quite the beautiful place," he replied. "I came to find out more about you." You tilted your head slightly, with a curious smile on your face. "What do you wish to know about me?" You looked at Aemond shyly, almost in a childlike way. The way you were looking at him made you look adorable and so little making Aemond think you needed him. You seemed to be innocent in your way of thinking. You were not like any other Aemond had seen before.

"I wish to know everything about you," Aemond said matter-of-factly. "But let's start with your name. What is your name?" Aemond did not want to overwhelm you, but at the same time, he wanted to know more about this enchanting commoner in front of him. He had never come across anyone quite like you. This can't be a coincidence. He had been looking for you high and low, and now here you are. You seemed a little overwhelmed when Aemond said that he wished to know everything about you. It took a couple of seconds for your mind to process this information. "Oh, but I'm just a simple commoner, my lord. Why would you want to know anything about a nobody like me?" Your tone was a little playful at the end, as you continued speaking with a smile. Aemond chuckled at your question. He was attracted, fascinated, and yet confused by this commoner. He could not understand why you were trying so hard to make yourself seem so unimportant. You were so beautiful, mysterious, and enchanting to him. You were nothing like the others he was used to talking with. "I want to know everything about you because I am interested in you," he replied. "Does that answer your question? Or have you already lost your train of thought, Commoner?" He said as his words were laced with humor.

You laughed as Aemond teased you. You couldn’t help but be drawn in by his wit and charm but knew better than to actually think something could happen between you both. You looked up at him, your stomach tightening out of embarrassment slightly. "No, my Lord. I have not lost my train of thought. I am just shocked by your interest in me. I am just a commoner, a nobody. The fact that a prince like yourself would care about knowing anything about me is perplexing." You spoke with a slightly shy smile and looked down at the ground again. Just look at you, Aemond thought. I can practically hear your heart beating. "Is it really that shocking?" Aemond asked, hoping you would look up at him again. "You have been all I've thought about ever since we met. There is nothing perplexing about it." Aemond could see the embarrassment in your eyes, but he decided to press a little bit. You seemed shy, but he knew he could get you to crack. "Why are you here by yourself at the moment?"

Looking at Aemond with a slight smile on your face. "Oh, well… I come here because it is calm and tranquil and no one bothers me. I get to sit here alone, by the lake, and relax. No one will come and bother me or judge me here. It is just nice to be alone." Your shyness and sweetness combined made you look even more attractive to Aemond. You must have some reason why you want to be alone, Aemond thought. But he had a feeling that it was much more than what you were telling him. He could see your beauty in the light. It was almost too perfect. "I understand what you mean by being alone," Aemond said, moving a little closer to you. "I find that there is nothing better than being alone in a private and serene place such as this. What if I were to tell you something, and you would have to promise not to tell anyone else." You raised your eyebrows slightly in curiosity. Aemond seemed to be moving closer to you, and speaking quietly, with a slightly mysterious tone to his voice. You couldn’t deny that you were intrigued by what he was about to say. "Okay, what is it, my Lord? I promise, I will not tell anyone else." You spoke quietly, with a faint smile.

Could this beautiful, mysterious commoner actually be interested in me as well? Aemond wondered to himself as he took a deep breath "I came here to find you. You may not have known it, but I have been thinking of you since the day we met, and I was looking for you," Aemond said, as his voice got slightly lower. He looked at you, and could feel his heart beating hard. "I have never been so attracted to anyone in my life, and you are the only one on my mind." Your heart skipped a heartbeat when Aemond stated that he had only been thinking of you since your first meeting. You were speechless for a few moments as you took your time to process this information. As you tried to understand how you were feeling at this moment. A slight smile appeared on your lips, as you spoke. "I… wow." You still seemed to be a little speechless, you still seemed to be processing Aemond's words before slowly nodding your head as you started walking away. Wait a minute. Aemond thought as he watched you walk away. Why are you leaving? Does this mean you are not interested? What did I do wrong? You were leaving without looking back, which meant you were either shy, embarrassed, or truly disinterested. However, Aemond did not want to give up this easily. He followed you a short distance behind and called for your attention. "Hello? Commoner? Where are you going?" He said, as his tone grew slightly more desperate.

"Oh," You suddenly turned to Aemond when you heard him call out your 'name'. You seemed surprised that he wanted your attention. But Aemond's tone also seemed different this time, it sounded more like he wanted to talk to you more or wanted for you to stay. "Um…" you looked down at the ground and sighed. "I was going to go home." You said clearly since you had started thinking there was no point in talking with him anymore. As time continued to pass the prince kept going out of his way to gain your attention and affections from telling you how he viewed you, giving you gifts he figured you would like, to very detailed letters that sent shivers down your spine from how much the well-put-together and normally graceful prince sounded like a crazed animal who wanted to sink his teeth into you, Aemond was becoming more and more frustrated with you as the days passed. He could not figure out why you did not want to speak to him. He had tried everything: being polite, being forceful, being friendly, etc. In the end, nothing had worked. You would always leave.

He was starting to think that maybe you just did not like him, or maybe you were nervous around him for some reason. He did the only thing he could think of and went to a trusted associate. He went to Lady Alys Rivers. As Aemond walked up to Lady Alys' chamber, he thought that maybe she could help him figure out why the commoner was so shy and reluctant. He would tell her everything that he knew about you, in hopes that she could give him information or advice on how to best approach the situation. He stood in front of Lady Alys' chamber and knocked on the door, waiting for her to answer. Lady Rivers opened the door and stepped aside to allow for Aemond's entrance. She had been expecting the prince today, having prepared herself for his arrival. "Please, come inside my prince," she said, gesturing to his seat in front of her. To Alys, Aemond seemed a very handsome young man, even being younger than her, she could easily see why so many people were attracted to him, both men and women. "You are here about a matter, I presume?" She said in a serious tone.

Aemond could tell that Alys wanted to get down to business, and he decided not to waste any time. He sat down in front of her and began speaking, with a serious expression on his face. "Yes, I am here because there is a matter that has me rather perplexed. I have had a meeting with a beautiful and mysterious commoner, who claims to wish to go unnoticed. I find that she does not wish to speak to me, yet her behavior contradicts her words. I am confused and I seek your guidance, my Lady." He looked at her, waiting for her response. "Would you be able to share more about this woman?" Alys asked, trying to get the fullest picture of the situation before giving her advice to her prince. "How did you meet her? What has she done? Has she done nothing besides avoiding your words?" She continued, trying to get a clearer picture of the situation. She seemed quite interested in this woman, who was a commoner of all things.

Aemond was a little surprised that Alys showed this much interest in the commoner. It made him feel that he had made the right choice in seeking her help. He decided to tell her the full story, from their first meeting to her avoiding his words, up until the moment when he came to see Lady Alys. He wanted to be as accurate as possible so that Alys would have all the information necessary to help him understand the situation and figure out what to do next. He hoped that she would be able to provide him with some advice or guidance. Clearing his throat as he took his time to speak "I was at a brothel due to my incel of a brother and she had stopped anything from happening….I've become crazed with the idea of her, taking her, owning her. I need her now." Alys's eyes narrowed, studying the prince carefully for a moment before she spoke. She had not been expecting this story at all, she was under the impression that the commoner had done something to draw the attention of her Prince, not that her Prince had found her near a brothel of all places, this changed the situation a lot.

"And this whore refused to do anything for you?" Alys asked directly, not bothering to mince her words towards the Prince. "You are smitten by this woman?" Alys asked in a curious tone. She could tell from Aemond's words that he was quite taken with you, more than she thought he was. He was clearly enamored with you, despite not knowing anything about you. She looked at him and took a moment to think, before speaking again. "What is her name? I want to know more about this woman." Alys asked. Aemond felt absolutely angry when Alys immediately referred to you as a whore. It seemed a little harsh, even by his standards. He took a deep breath to gather his thoughts but was quick to speak again. "Her name is… I do not know at this time." That was the truth, of course, since you had refused to even tell him your name. "She prefers that I just call her a commoner it seems," Aemond spoke in an irritated tone, knowing Alys would not be pleased with this answer. Aemond was still thinking over the choice of words that Lady Alys used when speaking about you. She had called you a ‘whore.’ Aemond didn’t understand why that word had to be used. It seemed so disrespectful, and he had grown protective of his commoner sweetheart. "No, she didn’t do anything! She wouldn’t even speak to me. She is shy and innocent, like the Maiden herself. I find that fascinating."

"Hmm," Alys said, raising her eyebrow at this turn of events. She found the whole thing quite amusing, but also quite interesting. It seemed like the Prince was truly in love with you, considering how defensive he was of you even without truly knowing you. "So let me get this straight," Alys started, trying to fully grasp the situation. "You met this commoner near a brothel, she helped you not follow through with Prince Aegon's idea so to speak and now you want her for yourself?" She asked. She really hoped that this was not how the situation was, because if it was, she had some bad news for him. "She wouldn't even speak to you?" Alys asked, her confusion only increasing with every new detail. "And yet, you have grown absolutely obsessed with her, for no particular reason." She tried to not sound too judgemental, but at the same time, it was very hard not to. He had grown obsessed with a commoner who he had seen in a brothel and had refused to speak to him, that had to be a new low, even for a Targaryen Prince. Aemond was starting to get a little annoyed by Lady Alys' assumptions. She assumed that he had become obsessed with you purely because you had helped him in a brothel. What she was saying made him sound like he had only a perverted interest in you. He felt the need to clarify this with her. "No, it is not like that. The fact that I met her at a brothel is meaningless to me. I want her for other reasons. And she did not speak to me because… because she is a commoner, and she fears punishment for associating with me."

"And these other reasons are…?" Alys inquired, raising her eyebrow slightly, it was almost too good to be true. She could not believe that the prince really fell for a commoner like you that easily, but, it looked like he was really telling the truth. "If I may ask, what is so special about this commoner?" She did try to keep up a serious disposition while asking, but the question had come out too naturally. Aemond knew perfectly well that what he said next was going to sound ridiculous, especially coming from a royal prince. However, he was tired of keeping his feelings about you locked up. He decided to be completely transparent and honest with Lady Alys, even though he knew that her reaction was going to be filled with disbelief. "She is beautiful. I could not help but be completely mesmerized by her look the moment I saw her. I feel this strong attraction towards her, this overwhelming need to speak to her and become closer to her, despite her refusal to speak to me." Alys's eyes went wide, she could not believe that the prince was being so truthful about his feelings for you. Most of the time, princes never fell for commoners, they always married nobles in order to preserve their royal and noble blood. "I see," Alys responded, trying as much as she could to seem unphased by the situation. "Have you told her this? Have you shown her this 'overwhelming need' that you feel for her?" She asked.

Aemond thought that perhaps Lady Alys would laugh at him or judge him for what he said next. However, he also felt an overwhelming need to be completely honest, which is why he was responding to her question in such a way. He shook his head from side to side, in a 'no' response, as he spoke. "No, I have not. The commoner girl seemed to be too scared. She doesn't trust people at all. I wanted to let her know how I feel somehow, but I don't know how I could do that if she will not even entertain my words." Alys raised her eyebrow at this new information, she had not expected him to say no. "I see," she said again, this time in a way that showed a touch of amusement, "so let me ask you this, my Prince, what do you know about this commoner girl other than what I have just heard here?" She asked, still curious about this whole situation. She could not believe that the Prince had gone to such lengths just because of a pretty face. Aemond thought of his interactions with you. He knew almost nothing about you, which was precisely what made you all the more intriguing to him. The fact that you tried to stay alone and out of the way, made him even more curious about you. It made him want to find out more about you, but that seemed impossible, as he couldn't speak to you at all.

"Well…" He thought for a moment, trying to remember everything he knew about you. "Apart from what I've already mentioned, there is really nothing that I know about her." "Then how can you be so sure she will reciprocate your feelings for her?" Alys asked, still unsure about this whole situation. "What if she simply wants to stay out of your way?" She said, raising her eyebrow ever so slightly, she could not imagine a commoner refusing advances from a Prince so easily. Aemond shrugged his shoulders in a slightly helpless fashion. "I don't think she even has a choice in this matter. I am a Prince, and she is a commoner. Commoners cannot deny the advances of royals. She may not wish to be with me now, she will grow to care for me, just as I do with her. That is how it is meant to be." Alys tilted her head slightly, still trying to understand his logic. She could not believe the Prince would have chosen to think about you in such a way. She saw you as someone beneath him by just virtue of your birth, something that Alys could never truly understand. "And what if she rejects your advances?" She asked, still feeling slightly amused by this. She could only imagine the prince's reaction if this would actually happen, even though she believed the odds of that happening were extremely low.

Aemond nodded his head as he heard Alys out before letting a smirk take place on his lips, shaking his head as he knew that's why he came here but leaned back in his seat crossing one leg over the other "That's where you come in, you'll be helping me make her love me." He spoke with nothing but certainty in his voice since he and everyone else knew of Alys and her use of magic. Alys was surprised to see so much faith and confidence from Aemond regarding you, but she could also not help but feel slightly flattered by his comment. It was true that she was considered the most skilled witch in the Riverlands, and she believed she would be able to help him if you had been blessed by the Old Gods."Very well, my prince. I believe I can help you charm this commoner," Alys said, raising her eyebrow slightly to emphasize her confidence in the situation. Aemond's eyes lit with excitement at the sound of Alys' words. His dream, to at last finally take the commoner as his seemed to finally become a reality. Aemond could not contain his joy, and he started to speak eagerly to Alys, with a wide, relieved smile on his face. "Thank you, my lady. I appreciate all the help that I can get with this situation." Aemond paused and spoke cautiously. "What exactly do you plan to do?"

Alys smirked slightly, seeing the expression on Aemond's face and seeing just how eager he was to have this situation resolved. She did not believe that it was going to be easy to charm a commoner into falling in love with a prince, but she was one of the most powerful witches in the Riverlands, and with the aid of the Old Gods, anything was possible. "You will leave the charm to me, my prince," she said, raising her eyebrow and speaking in a commanding tone. "You must simply provide me with some more information about her, such as her full appearance. I believe our best bet at this point will be to try and use something to help her see you in a different light," Alys said, tapping her chin as she took a moment to consider the situation. This whole thing seemed ridiculous, but she was willing to help the prince with it. "We would need to find a way to give the girl a glimpse of your inner feelings for her," Alys continued. "If she is a faithful woman to the Old Gods she will understand the power of blood magic and the importance of our lineage, I think." Aemond was intrigued by Alys' plan. He had no issues with her using sorcery, as long as it could help him get a chance with you. Aemond began telling all about the girl's appearance, in the most detailed way possible. "Very well, she is very beautiful. My lady. I know that she has beautiful glowing skin and long hair with different shades when the light hits it. Her eyes are beautiful, yet her gaze is soft and enchanting. She is petite, but her curves are like none you've ever seen. I don't think any painting could ever come close to her beauty."

Aemond nodded in understanding what Alys was proposing. He wanted to see the commoner girl so much, that he would do anything to make it possible. He was willing to help however she asked. Alys was one of the best witches in the realm, and he trusted her to get the job done. "I will tell you all that I know about her and about our past meetings, My Lady," Aemond said with a warm, charming tone. "If you succeed, I will be forever indebted to you." He spoke confidently, fully hopeful that Alys would succeed. Alys let out a slight chuckle at the description of the commoner, especially the part about your curves. As far as she knew, Alys had heard very few things about this commoner, and yet the prince spoke of you as if you were a goddess. She wondered what you actually looked like. Alys listened to the prince's words carefully, taking notice of every detail he said, so that she could do her best in the task he proposed to her. She was confident that she could help the prince, she was the best witch in the Riverlands after all, and she would not fail him.

Alys had spent the last few days searching for a spell that might be able to help the prince with his commoner issue, after much thought, she decided to try and use a blood magic spell. According to ancient scrolls, this type of magic allowed a witch to give somebody a glimpse into another person's thoughts, feelings, and desires. This could hopefully show you how Aemond truly felt about you. With this, the witch prepared the spell and found the commoner that the prince had asked her to help him with. She was hoping there would be some positive results out of this. Alys walked outside her chambers, a small smile on her face as she spotted you sitting in a chair not too far from her chamber door. She would have to be completely alone with you for the spell to work, making it even harder to accomplish. "Oh, dear…" Alys said in what she hoped was a calming tone, stepping near you. "My apologies for the sudden appearance, I am Alys Rivers. I was wondering if you would be so kind to let me take a seat?" Alys said, politely asking for your permission. You, who always kept to yourself, heard Alys's voice. You looked up with a startled expression and were slightly startled to see someone approach so close to you. You looked up at Alys with an uneasy expression, but you didn't show any outright signs of disapproval and nodded your head slightly, meaning that you were okay with Alys taking a seat right next to you. You took a moment to process everything that was happening, trying to figure out what Alys wanted and what her intentions were. You were curious, but also slightly suspicious.

"I hope this is not too sudden for you, but the reason I am here today is because I am very interested in you," Alys said, looking you straight in the eyes as she spoke softly. "If I may ask, what is your name?" Alys said, hoping for a response, she needed to know your name if the spell were to be successful. "I only ask because I believe we would be a good match together," Alys said, smiling to try and ease any nerves you might be having. You were a little confused by what was happening. A stranger had approached you and asked if she could sit next to you, and then after a few moments of silence, Alys spoke to you again, saying that she was interested in you. At first, you thought that Alys was referring to herself and that she was flirting with you. With this revelation, all of this became even more confusing. All you wanted to do was to be left alone. "My name is Y/n…" You said with a nervous voice.

"Y/n, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," Alys said in a calm tone. She was not at all surprised that you had misinterpreted her words, after all, many women felt the same way. But she could not let you continue with this misinterpretation, as it would not benefit anyone. "I meant that you would be perfect for Aemond," Alys explained, looking straight into your eyes. "I have seen how he looks at you, I know how much he wants you. Let me show you…" You listened intently to what Alys had to say. The situation was starting to make a lot more sense now. Still, you were still quite suspicious of this whole thing. You wanted to see how Alys would show you Aemond's feelings towards yourself. You were curious if it would end up matching with what Aemond had described to you. So, you just nodded, not saying much else, waiting for Alys to show you. Alys's eyes widened for a moment before they narrowed in concentration. As a witch, she found the connection between you and Prince Aemond fairly easy to find. "Look there," Alys said, motioning toward your mind. "See how his thoughts about you are all-consuming, he can think of nothing else. He is in love with you and he would do anything for you." Alys said in a calm, gentle tone, hoping you felt some relief hearing about how Aemond truly felt for you.

You were shocked by what you saw in front of your eyes. You were seeing all these visions and thoughts from Aemond, which all indicated that Aemond was feeling something deep and strong for you. This was so overwhelming for you, to see someone feeling like that towards you, that you felt your heart started to race. You never imagined that anyone would think about you that way. Alys's spell was starting to work, and it made you slowly realize what Aemond really meant when he mentioned how he felt for you as you slowly started to feel Alys's spell take over as you started to feel fond for the tall prince. Alys could see that her spell was working, not only were you shocked at the feelings of Aemond, but you were also starting to feel the same too. "See what I mean?" Alys said, smiling at you and giving you a calming look. "Prince Aemond loves you, and he would do anything for you. You and him are perfect for each other." Alys continued, feeling slightly proud of herself for the work she did. "Now come with me, my Prince is waiting for you," Alys said, hoping you would decide to go with her.

As the spell was taking effect on your mind and body, you started to feel things for Aemond that you had never experienced before. You had never thought that you could feel such a strong pull towards a person. You were starting to understand Aemond's sentiments now. You wanted to be with him, to make him happy. Suddenly, you were snapped out of your trance when Alys said that you should follow her and meet Aemond. "Yes, I understand." You responded, feeling extremely overwhelmed. "I'll follow you." It was true, you had now fallen in love with Aemond, and that was more than clear from your eyes. Alys smiled as she saw how her magic was finally working. "Perfect," she said happily, "My Prince will be glad to know that you and him can now be happy together." Alys stood up, extending her arm out to you, "Come, he is just down the hall waiting to see you." Alys offered you one last smile before slowly moving away. You both would have to make your way to Prince Aemond's room in order to meet the Prince, and Alys believed this would not go unnoticed. "Come, my Prince is waiting," Alys said with a slight bow, expecting you to follow her.

You could not hold your joy, feeling that you were close to finally being with your one and only love. When Alys stood up and extended her arm to you, you did not hesitate to accept it. Taking Alys's arm, and standing up, feeling Aemond's presence near now. Suddenly, it felt real. You could see him now. "Yes, I'll come with you." You replied with a bright smile on your face. You were eager to meet Aemond, the man you were in love with. Alys could see the joy in your eyes, and the way your grip on her arm slowly tightened, made her feel somewhat proud of herself. She had not expected you to fall for Aemond this quickly, but then again, the power of love was often stronger than she had initially thought. Alys was glad you had not been afraid to accept her offer. Soon, you both finally made your way to Prince Aemond's room, and Alys turned towards you as she gave you a last reassuring look for a moment as if to say "it is safe to be here." From there, Alys opened the door to the room, motioning for you to step inside.

Taking a deep breath and stepped inside the room, ready to meet Aemond, the man that you loved so dearly. Your heart was beating like crazy. You could hardly believe that this was happening. That you would finally see him again. You looked at Alys with a nervous look, not wanting to disappoint anyone, knowing that Aemond had been wanting you as much as you now wanted him. So, you took your last moments to prepare yourself, putting a smile on your face, to look as beautiful as possible for him. Aemond was looking over some scrolls when the door to the room suddenly opened. He did not pay much attention right away until he saw the beauty walk in. Oh my… He thought to himself the girl that he had been trying to talk to for months was now standing in front of him. You looked absolutely amazing. He could not believe his eyes. Did Lady Alys accomplish her task? Did it all actually work? Aemond was waiting with his breath hitched in his throat when he saw you smile at him. He could see the nervous look on your face, but he was excited just the same. You came here. You actually came here. Aemond turned to you and approached with a small bow, not wanting to waste any time. "Hello," he said to her as he got within speaking distance. "I am so happy that you came. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Feeling extremely embarrassed but also extremely happy at the same time. You couldn't help but let out a giggle when he complimented you. Alys's blood magic spell had worked just as she expected it to, and you were starting to believe that maybe you were meant to be with Aemond. But the fact that he was also showing interest in you was making you even more nervous. "You really mean it?" You asked Aemond after a while, feeling a little hesitant to accept this wonderful compliment. Noticing and feeling stunned by how handsome Aemond was. You had never seen anyone that was as charming and handsome as he was. You were taken aback by Aemond's words, feeling as if someone hit you on the head with a baseball bat. You were not expecting this, in your head, you were screaming. This had to be a dream; no way this was real. "Of course I mean it." Aemond stepped closer to you, his eyes taking you in as he observed your beautiful face. He could not believe how lucky he was. He had never met anyone quite like you. You were not like any of the wealthy, noble girls that he had become accustomed to talking with. There was something about you that made him want to be close to you, and you were making it quite easy for him now. Perhaps this isn't a dream after all, he thought to himself.

Aemond smiled at the response. You were starting to warm up to him finally even if it was the magic's work, and that made his heart race. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. You are truly beautiful. "Yes, I mean it," Aemond said in a soft tone, wanting to see you become more flustered. "In fact, I don't think I have ever meant anything more than when I am speaking to you. Let me tell you something. I have never felt this way with anyone before." You got slightly embarrassed when Aemond got closer to you, but also incredibly happy when he spoke to you in such a sweet tone. Feeling as though he could hear your heartbeat going crazy, feeling the blood rush through your veins. This was the moment that you had been looking forward to for months, and it finally happened at last. "I…" You didn't know what to say, just standing there in complete silence, feeling lost in Aemond's charming words and gaze. You had never received so many compliments before, and seeing that the Prince's attention was all on you, you couldn't help but feel your legs becoming weak and dizzy all at once. You couldn't believe that something like this was really happening. You almost felt as if you were in a dream now. "This is incredible," you said, your voice becoming soft. You could not believe your luck in meeting a Prince like Aemond, who treated you with so much respect and admiration. You felt butterflies in your stomach at the thought of speaking with him in such a pleasant manner.

You truly are perfect, Aemond thought to himself. He was still in shock that he had finally gotten to be with you without having to chase after you anymore. He saw how happy you were, and it made him happy as well. I am so lucky to have met her. What would my life be like if I had not met her? He took your hand and stepped closer as he spoke gently "The fact that you are here with me, alone is incredible to me as well." He said the last part in a playful tone. Could it really be this easy? Aemond thought to himself. It was so effortless. After all of his attempts to win your affection, here he was, finally with the girl of his dreams. He had to contain his emotions, and he took a deep breath as he moved even closer to you. "My lady, may I be so bold as to ask you for your hand in marriage" Aemond had you right where he wanted you, and he could not see himself doing anything else but spending every waking moment with you. Hearing Aemond talk about marriage as if it were something normal made your heart beat a little faster. You felt a heat in your belly was burning from embarrassment, but not in a bad way. Instead of feeling afraid or nervous like you felt up until now, you were starting to feel butterflies in your stomach. The idea of marrying the Prince was something that was never considered by you, but now that he had just asked you for your hand in marriage, you suddenly seemed all for it.

You felt incredibly happy to hear Aemond ask for your hand in marriage, feeling that this moment was going to happen to them sooner or later. You smiled widely and then nodded your head, accepting his proposal. "Yes, I will marry you, My Prince." You said in a soft voice, feeling deeply happy. You had always dreamt of this day coming and now, it was finally happening. You couldn't wait for it to finally be true.

[formulauno98]

A Birthday to Remember - Part Four - Toto Wolff x Reader

Originally written as an OC, inspired by an amazing request from @latte-luxe, I have rewritten this to a Reader POV, no descriptions and no use of your name. The only brief description is of a butt (you can probably guess why).

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Caution may contain fluff.

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

The sun was high in the sky as you and Toto finished brunch together on his terrace, Toto having laid out an impressive spread of pastries and mimosas for your final meal together. The peaceful morning a surprisingly domestic contrast from the frenzied night of passion that you had just shared. It was the perfect end to your birthday weekend.

“Thank you for this,” you said, savouring a bite of a buttery croissant. “You didn’t have to go to so much trouble.”

Toto smiled, watching you with a look of satisfaction. “It was no trouble at all. I wanted to make this weekend special for you.”

“You succeeded,” you replied, raising your glass. “To an unforgettable birthday.”

“To unforgettable moments,” Toto echoed, clinking his glass with yours.

Packing your things back into your weekend bag, you felt mixed emotions. Your unexpected, whirlwind romance was over as quickly as it had begun and you knew deep down that this was a one-off, no matter what Toto said. Your lives were too different, it would never work.

——

As you sped along the scenic coastal road back towards the airport, once again in Toto’s classic 300SL, you were both lost in your thoughts. The morning had passed all too quickly and you both knew that their weekend was almost over.

Reaching over, Toto took your hand gently in his, his large hand easily covering yours. "I don't want you to leave yet," he said softly, his eyes never leaving the road.

"Neither do I," you replied, your voice tinged with sadness. "But reality calls."

You shared a quiet moment, Toto holding your hand until he had to shift down a gear, the picturesque scenery blurring into a backdrop to your fragile emotions.

——

At Nice airport, you checked in all too quickly and turned to Toto, heart heavy with the impending goodbye. It was silly really, you’d known this man all of two days but had gotten swept up in a wave of emotions and been offered a glimpse into a glamorous world that you would never be a part of. 

As you stood in front of the departure gate, the bustling airport crowd around was a stark contrast to the intimate weekend you had just shared. A tourist had even approached Toto for a selfie, something he had reluctantly but politely obliged while you stood there awkwardly. It was yet another reminder of the two vastly different universes that you existed in.

"I know it’s stupid to say but I'm going to miss you," Toto said, pulling you into a tight embrace, his eyes filled with sadness. 

"I'll miss you too," you whispered, holding on to him tightly, enjoying the strength and warmth of his arms around you for one last time.

You shared a lingering kiss, the world around fading away. Pulling back, you smiled, "Thank you for the best birthday I could have ever imagined."

"The pleasure was all mine," Toto replied, his dark eyes sincere, "Please call me when you are home safe, if you can."

"I will," you said, standing on tippy toes and giving him a final peck on the cheek before turning towards the security checkpoint.

As you walked away, you glanced back to see Toto standing watching you, his arms folded, his expression unreadable. Noticing you he smiled and waved, a little goofily. At first sight, he may have seemed intimidating but having now spent time getting to know him, you could see beyond the icy facade and found him truly endearing.

Waving back, you were thankful you had almost rounded the corner as you could feel tears welling up. You willed yourself to stop and be thankful that you had had such a brilliant birthday, both with your friends and with Toto. It truly had been a birthday to remember.

——

The first few weeks after your return were filled with frequent messages and calls from your handsome paramour. Toto would share snippets of his hectic life, sending blurry pictures from various tracks, while you shared your daily life and the joys and challenges of your busy job. You may have been worlds apart but the spark remained.

Despite the distance, the connection felt strong and you made plans to meet up again, discussing the logistics of possible weekends and holidays. But as time went on, the frequency of your communication began to wane, Toto's demanding schedule and constant travel across time zones making it difficult to pin down dates and maintain regular contact. You, too, found yourself buried in work, your days now filled with meetings and endless reports.

Your conversations became sporadic and eventually, the messages stopped altogether. You knew that maintaining a relationship with someone living such a different life was always going to be a challenge, but you cherished the memories of your wild birthday weekend and tried not to get too sad about it. Life carried on as normal and you had to smile when you were sat at home watching the Monaco Grand Prix and Toto flashed up on the screen, frowning at the camera as his team struggled around the punishing circuit. He really was a handsome man and as much as you hated to admit it, the best sex of your life.

You resolved that you were never going to hear from Toto again, he was likely busy with work and had probably met some thirty-something-year-old who had taken his fancy. Knowing that you too had to move on, you allowed your friends to set you up on a few dates and tried your best to forget all about Toto.

——

But try as you might, unfortunately, that one weekend with Toto had somewhat ruined other men for you. Sure enough, you had met some perfectly nice and objectively handsome guys but they were missing the charm and the spark that you had felt with Toto. 

It was a rainy Thursday evening late in June when your phone buzzed unexpectedly. It was almost the Summer and you were counting down the days until you could escape work for a few weeks, even if you hadn’t made any travel plans. Glancing at your phone absentmindedly, expecting it to be one of your friends checking in, your heart skipped a beat when you saw Toto's name flash up on the screen. With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, you opened the message.

"Hello my love, I know that it’s been a while and for that I am sorry. I hope you’re doing well? I can’t get you out of my head and was wondering if you’d like to join me on my boat for the summer? Let me know. All my best, Toto."

You stared at the message, your mind racing. You had truly resigned yourself to the idea that you would never hear from this man ever again, yet here he was, inviting you on another adventure. Your initial reaction was scepticism, having been burned by fleeting romances before. But as you re-read the message, you felt a familiar warmth. The memories of your short time together came rushing back and you couldn't help but smile.

After a few moments of reflection, you decided to respond.

"Hey, I‘ve been thinking about you too. That sounds amazing, I’d love to join you. When and where should I meet you?"

Toto’s reply was almost immediate. 

"Fantastic. I’m currently docked in Antibes, in the South of France. When are you around? Let me know and I’ll arrange everything. Can’t wait to see you again."

Touched by the fact that he was prepared to arrange everything, you hastily replied, leading to you spending the evening hashing out the finer details via Facetime. It had been months since you had properly spoken to one another but it oddly felt like no time had passed and the hours flew by as they finally set your plans to reunite in stone. You would fly to Nice and join Toto on his boat for a week.

——

The days leading up to your trip were a whirlwind of preparation and anticipation. You could hardly focus on your work, your mind drifting to thoughts of sunny days on the water and starry nights with Toto. You confided in your friends, who were both excited and slightly cautious. They’d already been with you through the highs and lows of whatever this situationship was and were still weary that Toto was some kind of billionaire playboy with ulterior motives.

As the plane touched down in Nice, the sky as blue as you remembered, you felt a flutter of nerves. What if things had changed? What if you didn’t click the way they had before? You pushed those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that you were here for an adventure.

Stepping into the arrivals lounge, you were greeted by a smartly dressed driver holding a discreet sign with your name. Guiding you through the airport, he quickly whisked you away in an elegant black Mercedes saloon. 

The ride to Antibes was short but filled with stunning views of the Mediterranean coastline and as the miles ticked down, you felt the butterflies in your stomach building with anticipation.

As the car pulled up into the marina drop-off area, you spotted Toto waiting at the dock. He looked as handsome as ever, dressed casually in a white linen shirt, navy shorts and smart espadrilles. His face lit up when he saw you stepping out of the car and he rushed to pull you into a warm embrace, keeping things considerably more PG than he had the last time you’d been together.

"Welcome back," he said, his voice filled with genuine happiness. "I’m so glad you’re here."

"Me too," you replied, your smile matching his. "This place is beautiful."

“I know,” said Toto, proudly, taking your luggage from the driver, and thanking him for his service. 

“Oh you don’t have to do that,” you said, surprised that Toto would carry luggage.

“Nonsense, and besides it weighs nothing,” he said, effortlessly swinging your large duffle over his shoulder before taking your hand in his, “I hope it means you packed only bikinis.”

You shook your head laughing, chastising him but secretly relieved that the spark was still there.

As you boarded the boat, a sleek and luxurious yacht, you couldn’t help but be impressed. The teak deck was immaculate, home to elegant cream sunloungers and an expertly laid dining table, already laden with brunch.

“Welcome,” said Toto, setting your luggage down before a deckhand scurried to collect it, “I took the liberty of ordering brunch as I thought you might be hungry but let me show you around first.”

——

The next few days passed in a blissful blur and you quickly realised that things were just as easy as they had been the first time around. You spent their mornings lounging on the deck, sipping coffee and chatting non-stop. By day, you explored hidden coves and swam in crystal-clear waters and by night you dined under the stars, sharing considerable amounts of wine-fuelled laughter before retreating to Toto’s luxurious master suite, passionately rediscovering each other into the early hours.

One such evening, you were still reeling from the surreal feeling of your reunion with Toto as you lounged together on the deck. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the two of you as you sipped champagne contently, leaning your head into Toto’s broad chest, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush.

"I still can't believe I'm here," you said, breaking the comfortable silence. You looked up at Toto, who was gazing at you with a mixture of amusement and affection.

"I’m glad you decided to come," Toto replied, his eyes twinkling. "I was worried you might say no."

"Why would I say no to an adventure with you?" you asked, your tone light but words sincere.

"Well, I was worried you might have moved on," Toto admitted. "I wouldn’t have blamed you. I know I haven’t been the best at keeping in touch."

You smiled, reaching out to stroke his hand. "Life gets in the way. But I’m here now, and that’s what matters."

"Do you remember the last time we were together?" Toto asked, his voice soft. "The airport, the way you looked at me when you walked away?"

"How could I forget?" you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want to leave."

"I didn't want you to either," Toto confessed. "I felt so stupid, I know that it was only one weekend but you knocked me sideways.”

You looked at him, your heart aching with the memory. "For real?”

"For real," Toto repeated back, his eyes intense, "I know it’s a lot to consider, and I don’t expect an answer right away, but I want you to know that I want to see where this can go."

Your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t expected such a declaration, but it warmed your heart. "Toto, I…"

He held up a hand, stopping you. "You don’t have to say anything now. Just think about it. Enjoy the Summer with me, stay longer. We can figure out the rest as we go."

You nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement. "Okay. Let’s see where this takes us."

——

Spending an extended amount of time together, it became more apparent that there was a connection beyond the wild weekend you had shared all of those months ago. Your week-long trip extended to two, giving you and Toto time to explore more secluded beaches where you could be alone and away from prying eyes. Each day bringing you closer, and your bond growing stronger.

For the first time in a long time, you felt truly happy, ready to embrace whatever came next. You were grateful Toto had come into your life and wanted to stick around. 

Your fateful birthday weekend had truly been one to remember.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Bloody Pardon

Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader ~ Despite your feelings towards Anthony Lockwood, you're starting to think that nightmare you had about locking him in a trunk chest might have actually been a dream.

Disclaimer: no idea on legally binding marriages but we'll ignore that for this fic. Quill Kipps platonic relationship with the reader (frenemies + his crush on Lucy)

You laughed nervously. “What?”

Lucy stood up from her corner of the sofa to look at the wide-eyed George. “George? Please, please tell me this is an April Fools.”

“Given that it’s the middle of November, this is definitely not an April Fools.” George replied. 

“George!�� 

You hadn’t meant to call his name so loudly, but the information he’d just given you pardoned your reaction. 

“What if you just ask him about it? Maybe he’ll have an explanation.”

“An explanation?” you questioned before laughing. “Oh, he better. Or else, I’ll kill him.”

Lucy jumped in front of you and pulled you back. “Wait, no. Don’t. Not yet. Look, we don’t even know if he knows yet.”

“How can he not know?”

“You didn’t.”

“He’s the one who probably signed the papers in the first place, Lucy!”

“Look, why doesn’t one of us just go and ask him?”

“Great!” you forced a smile. “I’ll go.”

“Absolutely not.” Lucy pulled you back again. “George, you go.”

“But-”

“George.”

“Fine.”

George disappeared from the doorway and made his way upstairs towards Lockwood’s room. He’d been up there most of the day running through multiple papers on the business and the cases that had come through in the past couple of days. 

“Lucy?”

Lucy turned around and found you slumped against the arm of the sofa. 

“Hey,”

Pulling your hands from your face, Lucy held onto your wrists and knelt down. “Look at me.”

“How could this have happened?”

“I don’t know. But I do know Lockwood.”

Lucy paused for a moment. “I don’t think he will even know what this is about.”

“But if he has…”

“Then we’ll deal with it and I’ll help you bury his body in the back garden. You’ll get through this. We all will.”

“I don’t even know how this could have happened.”

Lucy pulled you in for a hug, tightly. “How about I pop the kettle on? Make us some tea? Two sugars?”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

“Come on.”

However, before either of you could get out of the living room, Lockwood came running down the stairs, George quick on his tail. “Lockwood?”

Lucy called his name but there was no breaking his concentration from the paper in his hand that had both his own handwriting on and somebody else’s. He rushed around the place before making his way into the kitchen. 

Luckily, you managed to catch the door before it slammed behind him and you made your way inside. 

“Lockwood?”

“Something’s not right.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Saint’s would have said something. Surely, he would have-” 

He was talking about the case. 

“Lockwood? Did you not hear anything George told you?” Lucy asked before turning to her left. “You did tell him, didn’t you?”

“Yes! Whether he listened or not, I don’t really know.”

“Lockwood!” you called his name again, but still nothing. 

“Tony!”

Oh, boy. 

You took the paper from his hand and slammed it onto the counter top.

“My- what? Am I in trouble?”

“Trouble? Have you not listened to a word George told you?”

“When? Oh, no. But I think I’ve almost solved-”

“We’re married, Tony!”

Lockwood’s face went from a smile to a confused and nervous look of curiosity. “What?”

“Surely, you would have known? After all, you were the one who was left alone in the courthouse three months ago.”

“Courthouse? What are you talking about?”

Sighing, you made your way to George who handed you the three pieces of paper he’d found when down at the CourtHouse himself. 

“Mr and Mrs Lockwood.” you read the first letter. “Congratulations on your marriage, enclosed you will find another copy of your marriage certificate…” you continued to read the rest of the letter before shoving it into his chest and reading aloud the next two. 

“A letter, sent to me by your Great-Aunt. Welcome to the Family. Now, as much as I love all of you as my family, I would have liked to at least be made aware that I was suddenly in need of changing my last name.”

The final piece of paper was a letter from Mark Smith-Kensington. 

“We have recently been made aware of your nuptials. In this case, you are in need of updating all of your personal information for the Post Office, as well as medical forms and driving license.”

You pushed the final letter against his chest. “What did you do Lockwood?”

Lockwood’s head was spinning. How could this have- oh. 

“Lockwood?”

Lockwood turned to both Lucy and George. He knew something. Maybe not what they suspected he knew, but he definitely knew something. 

“Please don’t be mad.”

“Mad? Ooh, Lockwood.” you had to laugh, or else you might have cried. “I am so far past mad. We are married and you didn’t even bother to, I don’t know, ask me? Tell me, even, that you’d decided to use my name for a marriage certificate.”

“It was meant to be fake-”

“I beg your bloody pardon?”

“It was meant to be fake. Remember how I told you I managed to get into Jameson’s Club so we could prove Harold was the murderer. Well, they didn’t exactly let single people in.”

“Oh, my god.”

“I swear, I thought it was fake.”

“Well, it’s very, very real Lockwood. Very real.”

“Where are you going?” Lockwood called after you as you made your way out of the kitchen, grabbing your jacket that lay on the back of the kitchen chair. 

“Out. Don’t follow me.”

You didn’t know how far you had travelled but eventually you came to a stop at a small, quiet park. You sat down on an old wooden bench that was donated by Harriet Smith - some wealthy heiress from New York who had spent her childhood in the park. 

After a while, you heard a voice. And it definitely wasn’t the voice you were expecting. 

“Hello.”

You sat up straight for a moment and looked around you before you found Quill Kipps standing behind you in a pair of jeans, a shirt and a grey woollen coat. 

“Oh, hi.”

“Mind if I-”

“Sure.” you smiled before he made his way around and sat next to you, leaving enough of a space between the both of you. 

“What are you doing this far away from the house?”

“I needed a break.”

“From…”

“Look, if you want me to shit-talk Lockwood, you can go and find someone else to do that with.” 

Quill studied your face for a short moment as you looked at him before turning back to look at the trees in the park. 

“What’s happened?”

“What?”

“No offence, but you’re not the best at hiding your emotions when it comes to Lockwood. What’s happened between the both of you?”

“Nothing.”

Kipps called your name in a soft tone. Despite your feelings towards him, you’d each found yourself in each other’s company in the time of need. And from that, a small friendship blossomed - despite the fact that both of you disliked it greatly. 

After all, you were both still rivals. 

You sighed. “Fine. You are looking at the new Mrs Anthony Lockwood.”

“What?”

You turned to look at him, “Lockwood and I are married. Apparently, the form he made me sign to get into Jameson’s was a marriage certificate.”

Kipps didn’t know where to put himself. He knew Lockwood could be reckless and stupid at times, but he didn’t think he would be that reckless and stupid. 

“I’d offer to kill him but I’d wager you already have that planned.”

“Death certificate is signed, sealed and delivered to the Grim Reaper.”

“Need a clean up crew?” Kipps offered. 

You laughed, “Thanks.”

“So that’s why you’re out here? Escaping your husband? I have to hand it to you, it’s a good alibi.”

You smiled again, keeping your arms folded across your middle. “Honestly, I…I don’t know whether to be mad and kill him or just…”

“Sit here forever?”

“Yeah.”

“Mind if I stick with you, for a while?”

“You don’t have your own surprise marriage, do you?”

Kipps laughed. “No. I just…I-I’m thinking about asking out a girl.”

“Is she cute?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like her?”

“A lot.”

“Is she kind?”

“Yeah.”

“She Lucy?”

Kipps half answered you before turning his head to you where he found you with a smug smile on your face. 

“How did you-”

“Oh, please. I see you when you’re around her. You’re either blushing like an embarrassed toddler or you’re as speechless as a toddler.”

“Do you think she knows?”

“No. Or, if she has, she hasn't said anything.”

“Oh.”

Kipps seemed a little defeated at first. “But you should ask her out for a coffee at least. I have a feeling she’ll say yes.”

He smiled. “Great.”

“At least someone in that house will feel good about their love life.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” you shrugged. “But once he reads that letter, he’ll realise that his Great-Aunt Violet is coming for a visit to officially meet her new great-niece. So, that’ll be fun.”

“Well, I’m here if you need any back-up.”

“Thank you, Quill.”

“Anytime.”

Eventually, Quill helped you up from the bench and you both made your way back to Portland Row. On the way, you both stopped inside a small cafe for some food and a tea, making sure to pick Lucy up a loaf of bread and some doughnuts for George. 

Unlocking the door, Lucy met you at the bottom of the stairs where Quill called for her to talk. 

“Are you okay?”

“I will be.”

Making your way into the kitchen, you placed the packet of doughnuts onto the table for George. 

“Oh, thank you.”

“Where’s Lockwood?”

“In his room. He’s been on the phone to the marriage people since you left.”

You nodded your head and popped the kettle on, managing to make two cups of tea before Lockwood even thought to leave his room. 

Knocking on the door, you entered and found him with the phone and the back of his hand pressed to his head, his eyes shut closed. 

“Thought you might fancy a cup.”

Lockwood jumped at your voice but quickly tried to recover. 

“T-Thanks. Thank you.”

Pulling up a chair, you sat beside his desk, crossing one leg over the other. 

“I’m really sorry,” Lockwood began. “I - I know it was stupid. A completely stupid idea. And, I don’t want to just make an excuse.”

“But it was for the case.”

“I should have still thought. But, I swear. I swear to you, I really thought it was fake. If I’d have known-”

You nodded. “I know. I know you would have done. But…Tony, what are we going to do?”

“I’ve been trying to find out how to get a divorce but they keep sending me round the houses.”

“Did you read your Aunt’s letter?”

“Not fully.”

“She’s coming up to visit us in a week. Apparently wants to officially meet her niece.”

“That’ll be something.”

You nodded and the pair of you sat in a quiet silence for a few moments. “I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

“Thank you, Tony.”

[i-magines]

Wildest Dreams: Chapter 7

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

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synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.  

disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut every once in a while, a little angst, protective pedro, panic attack (not detailed), just he being an angel mostly.

n/a: thanks for last chapter’s comments! they always put a smile on my face :D

word count: 1,751

After the extra days off in Berlin, life back at the movie set was not your cup of tea. New director, new schedule, new dynamics. You weren’t able to spend as much time alone with Pedro anymore, because they were redoing a big part of the movie and keeping the same end date for the shootings — that meant no more night sneakouts for both of you, not on working days at least. You still texted all the time and kept staring at each other every time you were in the same room, but you just missed how things were at the beginning, especially with this sparkle happening between you two. You eagerly waited for your off day announcement, hoping it would match Pedro’s for the first time in almost a month. When you got the paper, it upset you. Later, on the same day, you asked Pedro to come over to your cabin for a little, which he happily did.

You could see how tired he was, 3 months into the shooting. This was an ungrateful industry, for sure. You were tired yourself, being just an assistant. You hugged him once the door was closed.

“I’ve missed you so much, mi princesa”, he whispered in your ear. “This filming schedule will end up killing all of us.”

“Yeah, I’m not looking forward to the final month, we are so behind…” You couldn’t help but worry about all the extra hours to come, but you didn’t want to spend your time with him talking about work. “I was wondering, I will have the day after tomorrow off. I saw you don’t, but maybe you could ask for it?”

“I can try”, he said, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “There’s something I’ve meaning to tell you about.”

Your anxious ass was already nervous. You stared at him, waiting.

“Donna asked me about the nature of our relationship”, a little pout on his face. “I didn’t give her an answer, but I guess people have been gossiping about it.”

“We don’t even get to spend that much time together anymore”, you felt upset. “That’s just so fucking unfair.”

He held you closer into his chest, giving you a little kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sane, sweetheart”, Pedro promised, as you got caught up on hearing his heart pumping hard inside his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“It isn’t your fault, P”, you said softly. “That’s the one thing you can’t protect me from, I guess.”

Pedro breathed out strongly, feeling frustrated.

“I just wish we could come clean”, he confessed. “I feel hiding it just makes it look worse for us, and I really don’t think we’re doing anything wrong.”

“People already give me these dirty, judgy looks only being suspicious of it”, you replied. “Picture if we come out, my life here would turn into hell and probably none of these people would put out a good word about me for a next gig.”

“I hate how they choose to pick on you, not me”, Pedro touches your arm with affection. “What do you want to do?”

“It would be lovely if we got the same day off, as a start.” You loved how he was always asking your opinion. “Maybe we could go back to that pub in Berlin, just get out of this place for a bit.”

“I will make sure it happens, promise”, he showed you his pinky. You smiled and took it, kissing him briefly on the lips — there’s no time or energy for more than that.

The next day, you get early to the common area and, before you get to say anything to let them know you were there, you hear Pedro and Donna mentioning your name. It looked like they were having an argument.

“This will fuck your career up if you don’t drop it”, she said, getting an angry look from him. “I did everything you asked: Dave’s out, I kept her on the crew and I will recommend her to future jobs, but that’s what you’re getting from me.”

“You’re talking like she was a kid or something”, Pedro argued with a frustrated tone.

“You know it’s fucking wrong, otherwise you wouldn’t have kept it as a secret until now”, Donna told him, making you fell incredible bad. You should make a sound or something, but it felt like it was too late. “A scandal like this can ruin the whole movie campaign, the award season, every single thing is on the line here. For what? A twenty-something old pussy? Please.”

“I won’t ask you again to watch your fucking mouth when you talk about her”, he was controlling himself, the tension on his body showing.

“You can have your fucking day off Pedro”, she shaked her shoulders. “I wash my hands, but if this backlashes against the project or the studio, I might not be able to do anything about you, but she is fucked.”

“Don’t you fucking dare”, he warned her.

“You heard me and you better make sure she knows what she is getting into”, Donna didn’t seem intimidated. “That’s if you’re even keeping her after we’re done here.”

Pedro didn’t reply and she went away to the opposite direction, her last statement still floating in the air. Fuck, that didn’t look good. You didn’t want him to know you just heard all of that, so you quietly sneaked back to your cabin. That conversation was everything you were able to think about during the day, as you did your best to avoid being with both of them. Later, Pedro texted you to come over with your bag packed for the day away. Once you got there, he greeted you with a tired smile and occupied himself with packing his own luggage.

“I heard you and Donna today”, you confessed. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before.”

Pedro looked at you, a worried look in his eyes.

“Which part?” He asked, using his hand to invite you to sit on his bed with him.

“The last one”, you frowned. “Was she right?”

“About what?”

“You don’t keeping me after.”

He breathed out slowly, running his hands on his face.

“I don’t know what life will bring, sweetheart”, he started, but your heart was already racing. That’s definitely not what you wanted to hear. “Of course I care about you, but I told you before, I can’t make long term promises right now.”

It just broke you a little bit — at least, he is being honest, you thought. But it didn’t help the sinking feeling you felt inside.

“Thanks for making things clear”, you whispered, doing your best to hold back the tears. “We should get going… Let’s enjoy the month we have left.”

“Baby girl—”

“It’s fine, Pedro”, you didn’t let him finish. “Let’s just go.”

So you two did. The drive to Berlin was absolute silence and, once you got there, you went straight to the same pub/night club from the first time you went out together. Pedro’s friends were waiting for you there, but your mind just wasn’t in it. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but that wasn’t it. You felt heartbroken to the point you couldn’t pretend everything was fine and just be around him, so you decided to sit at the bar by yourself. He didn’t come after you at first, and when he did, you were already kind of drunk, full of all these feelings.

“You okay?” He asked, getting on the seat by your side. “I hope you got what I meant—”

“Do you do it in every project?” You interrupted him, popping the question that was killing you. “Am I just a thing for this one, and next one is another girl?”

“I wouldn’t— Y/N, I never meant that”, he looked worried that you were thinking that about him. “Please, don’t even go there, it’s nonsense.”

You nodded, unsatisfied but unable to start a proper argument.

“If you aren’t having a good time, I would rather just get a hotel room and spend our free time together”, Pedro said after a few minutes in silence.

You didn’t reply, you only stood up and shaked your head at the exit’s direction. He guided you, holding your hand. He opened the door for you and you didn’t expect the flashes and yelling. Scared, you almost stumbled on your own feet, but Pedro held your arm, side-hugging you and using his jacket to protect your face from the paparazzi. You felt a panic attack coming, feeling unable to move. Pedro held you even closer, doing his best to protect you.

"Who is she?” A pap screamed.

“Pose for a pic, Pedro!” Another one did the same.

“Please you guys, give us space”, Pedro asked politely, he could barely see where he was going, the strong flashing lights taking his sight away.

“New GF, Pepe?” They kept trying to get a good picture of both of you. “Let me see her cute face. C'mon, man!”

“Fuck off, asshole”, Pedro pushed his way through the group, getting you inside the car and telling the driver to go. “What the fuck just happened?”

You still couldn’t move, your eyes hurting from the lights and your dizziness wasn’t helping. Pedro held your hand tight and kissed your cheek.

“You okay, baby, I got you”, he promised. 

Your breath was irregular and you hid your face against his chest.

“I’m so, so sorry— I don’t even know’, he touched your hair nicely. “Try to focus on your breath, sweetheart. You’re safe, you’re with me.”

You did as he asked, trying to pay attention to his beating heart, as it always brought you confort. He reached for a water bottle and gave it to you. You slipped a little bit, being able to regain control of your breathing. Your whole body still shaking.

“Fuck”, he whispered, running his hand thought his hair. “It’s okay, we’re okay.”

“What the hell was that?” You spoke with a weak voice, still regulating yourself.

“Fucking paps, I don’t know—” he tried to explain, but you could see they caught him off guard as well. “Let’s get you to bed, I’m gonna call my agent. It will be fine.”

He did as he promised. He helped you undress and change into your pajamas. You brushed your teeth under his careful look and he tucked you into bed, giving you a long kiss on your forehead.

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wait do u take requests? I have one if u do lolol :>>

Miles x childhoodbestfriend!fem!reader who, persuaded by miles, decide to watch a scary movie during a sleepover at his house. A really scary scene shows up and reader and miles scream and cuddle each other as they’re both under his blanket. This leads Rio and Jeff to walk into the room obviously concerned, but they (especially Rio) think to themselves about how cute the two of them are together lolol. Miles’s parents still scold him about putting on a scary movie, with Rio saying how he shouldn’t try to “scare her baby” lmao

I do !! Srry I didn’t make it clear (*^‿^*) , this idea is adorable

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also srry it took so long for me to reply to this

disclaimers/warnings⚠️ !! : fluff, fem!reader x miles 1610, use of y/n, targeted towards black readers (but you can read if you’re still interested), can be platonic or romantic

— ★ 𝟑𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ★ —

You and Miles had been the bestest of friends ever since he moved to the complex with his parents. You don’t really remember how you started being friends, only being able to recall small moments. However, you can remember the first time you too met.

It was early in the afternoon and as a treat, your mom decided to take you to the park. When you arrived, you scurried as fast as your little legs could carry you to the swing set, wood-chips crunching under your shoes. You sat down on the little swing, the metal chains shaking and wobbling as you sat. You tried to push yourself over and over again, failing miserably with each try. As you were about to get up and ask your mom to come push you, disappointed with your failed attempts, you felt a small hand on your back. It pushed you gently, becoming more forceful overtime. You soured up and down, the colorful beads and clips in your hair clanking together as you giggled and giggled.

As the swing slowed and the sun dimmed, you hopped off the swings and turned around to see a little boy around your age. He was a couple inches shorter than you, big chestnut eyes looking up at you. He looked unfamiliar, and that was very unusual to you since you knew almost every boy and girl in the area.

“Hi, I’m y/n !” You beamed, sticking out your hand for him to shake.

He glanced down at your hand and shook it hesitantly.

“ ‘M Miles” he said in a gentle voice, a tiny smile on his face making his freckled cheeks rise up.

Almost nine years since then, you and him had been attached by the hip. Even though you switched from loose twist and lazy slick back ponytails to box braids with curly ends touching you waist, your carefree and outspoken attitude warping to a more shy and stoic one, nothing much has changed. The only thing being different about Miles was that he was a little taller than you, teasing you about it every moment of the day he got just as your did all those years ago.

Currently, you and Miles were sitting on his bed. You on your phone and him sketching out something, the pencil lazyily gliding against the thick paper of his sketchbook.

“I’m boredddd” you groaned as you flopped down on the squishy bed, your body bouncing up and down almost rhythmically before it finally settled.

“Well what do you wanna do?” He glanced over at you

Suddenly, your eyes sparked with an idea. An idea he knew and was putting off for the longest.

“A scar-“ “no”

“Come onnn. Scary movies aren’t even scary, their more for the thrill of it, y’know?”

“Y/n, 27.2% horror movies are based on real life events.” stated, trying to sound smart.

You groaned, not in the mood for his little “fun facts of the day”. After 15 minutes straight of convincing, he let out a groan.

“What movie..?” He grumbled.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“The Conjuring” You said as you sat up and leaned against him, backs against the head board as he draped the fuzzy blanket over the two of you.

A couple minutes later, he seemed intrigued with the story. To you, it was just another horror movie with the same plot and you were honestly a little disappointed. Until it got to the jumpscare.

Your eyes were draping close and you were tuning out the dialogue of the movie. All of a sudden, you heard a loud, horrifying screech coming from the tv. You open your eyes and to your horror, a ghostly white face appeared on the screen.

You and Miles both screamed loudly. You couldn’t help but hold him tightly, trying your hardest not to look at the tv. You felt him embrace you back, putting his head on your shoulder.

Just then, you heard the door slam open. You felt the yellow hue of the hallway light shine on the two of you.

“Are you two alright?” His mother said, out of breath like she had ran. Jeff being right behind her, scanning the room.

“Mhm, just watching a movie.” Miles said quietly, still shivering slightly from the almost heart attack.

As Rio looked around the room, he saw exactly what was you two were screaming about.

“Miles, what did I tell you about watching these kind of movies?” She scoffed.

“That their the gateway to hell..” He said as he lowered his head and sighed, knowing his parents were disappointed in him.

“And what were you doing showing my baby that?” She scolded, gesturing to you.

“But mami she-“ ‘No buts Miles” Jeff said as he shook his head.

You just sat there, covering your mouth with a hand to try and hold in a laugh as Rio reached for the remote and turned off the tv.

“You two, go to bed. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” She said as she sucked her teeth and closed the door.

But she couldn’t help but think about how adorable the both of you looked cuddled up like that, getting a feeling of nostalgia as she reminisced all the times the two of you would cuddle up when you were little. How small you two were, how much you changed. As the thought crossed her mind she couldn't help but feel a tiny smirk on her face.

feel free to give feedback !! sorry it got a little lazy at the end

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Plan Set in Motion

Trigger Happy AU

Part 4

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Now things will finally start being put into action, heed the warnings people… Like seriously, I can’t believe I wrote this. This shit is deeply disturbing. (Also please tell me how yall feel about Natasha in this one. ≖‿≖ ) Sorry about the late update, life be wild  ಥ‿ಥ

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI 18+

Warnings Part 4: Allusions to heavy pet play, kidnapping, Mommy kink, pure violence, drugging, angst, framed murder, deeply obsessive behavior, a lot of blood, death

Summary: Officer Wanda has waited long enough, it's time for you to be hers. Even if that means getting rid of a few people on the way…

Word Count: 3323

Jessica never came home.

You had been a ball of stress when you woke the next day, after the coach incident. There had been no reply to any of the texts you sent her the day before. You even called her useless boyfriend in the morning, but still, nothing.

Jessica had always been a wild one. She was always trying to drag you into something, whether it be, parties, hangouts, or bizarre new activities. She had lured you into going bungee jumping with her once. She had complained about how no one wanted to try her new thing and how she was sick of going on road trips alone since this thing of hers was 3 hours away. You knew it was a trap, but nonetheless, after a week of complaints, you went with her.

She still makes fun of how she had to drag you out of her car when you saw what she had been insinuating.

One never really knew what she was up to. Yet, you had this feeling deep in your gut that told you to find her.

So that’s what you would do.

When you collided with someone, you had been running out the door, one foot barely in your shoe. Officer Maximoff was paying her visit. You can’t believe it was just this morning, it feels like ages ago, as you lay in the back of her car. Numb.

“Woah there, where are you going pretty girl?” Wanda smirked down at you.

The interview.

In your panicked frenzy, you had completely forgotten. You almost stumbled over yourself as you tried to string a sentence together while pushing past her. Too much was happening, and her arrival had not helped your messy state of mind. “I'm sorry Officer I have to reschedule,” she frowned, “I have to find my friend. So, if you can excuse me I just have to-“ You were almost past her when she repositioned herself in front of you, standing still as steel.

Her hands took hold of your shoulders, squeezing firmly, grounding you. “Calm down,” she fixed you with a stern but comforting look “What was that about your friend?” At the time you didn’t catch onto the malice in her tone as she dragged the word out, ‘friend’.

You know better now.

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Wanda had been scolded by her commanding officer when she packed up to go interrogate you, especially since she was going without her ‘partner’. They both knew there was no reason to, but Wanda wasn’t going to let some mild annoyance stop her. Not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.

Plus, Jessica`s whining was starting to piss her off, big time.

“I'm just being thorough Romanoff,” Natasha looked unimpressed. They had been good friends since college. When they realized they were complete opposites in all sense but one.

Wanda had been quiet and preserved, while Natasha was the star student and outgoing. Their shared interests came to light when they had been paired up for a project in science.

They were in the middle of discussing two different methods of accomplishing their end goal when Wanda pulled out her notebook to scribble something down. However, it wasn’t until Natasha let out a gasp of surprise that she looked down. She had opened her sketchbook, a book that was filled with drawings from her perverted mind. This time she had opened the page where a woman was withering on the floor with a boot pressing into her chest and a collar around her neck.

Wanda tried to explain in a flurry, but Natasha had stopped her and shared that she had similar interests and that it was nothing to be ashamed of. They had fooled around a little after that, but quickly realized they both wanted submission from their other half and stayed good friends instead.

As they grew older, they both became more corrupt and would often discuss how they wanted to have someone so completely that they couldn’t function without them. To own them no matter the price. It was by chance that they ended up at the same station, but that wasn’t going to stop Wanda from taking advantage of it.

Wanda ran her hands down her jacket as Natasha made her opinion heard with just a simple scrunch of her eyebrows. “Don’t scrutinize me Tash, your just jealous you couldn’t claim her first.” The other redhead sat down on the edge of Wanda's desk. “Please, I haven’t even met the girl, I'm just wondering what could be so special about her to make you do something stupid.” Wanda fixed her with a glance. She knew the other woman found her obsessiveness to be rash, but she didn’t appreciate her tone, and she made it known.

Natasha raised her hands and leaned more into the desk. She may not completely agree with her friend, but she knew better than to anger her. “Fine, but if it doesn’t go according to plan, don’t come crying to me about it.”

Wanda grinned while producing her best puppy dog eyes.

The other woman huffed and pinched her pointer and thumb together between her eyebrows. This was going to give her a headache later, she could feel it. “What do you need?”

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You had been driven around for hours, Wanda had insisted she drive, but still nothing. You had looked everywhere, but there was no sign of her. The sun was already on the way down when Wanda said she should stop somewhere to get some food.

You were left in the car to ponder as she went in to order for the both of you.

The nice officer sure was a touchy woman. Throughout the entire day of driving and questioning people, she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off you. Whether it be resting her hand on your thigh while driving or holding you around your waist as you questioned people close to Jessica. You felt a bit guilty for how good it felt. Your friend was missing and yet all your horny brain could think about was how right the officer's touch felt.

You became aware of her presence again when the car door slammed shut.

You looked over, curious as to what she got, she already had her hand outstretched to you. Handing you an order of chicken nuggets from the kid's menu, she began happily eating her salad.

You blushed and let out a quiet “thank you” as she remained unaware of your embarrassment, well that answers why she was so unashamedly touchy. You were nothing but a grown child to this woman.

You grumble a little to yourself as you started eating.

While chewing on your food you look at the woman beside you. You had gathered close to no information about Jessica, but you had learned quite a bit about Wanda today. You figured it was her way of keeping you from spiraling. For every area and person failing to answer your questions, Wanda would talk a little about herself.

It started with you asking her why she was helping you, to that she had just laughed, saying how it was quite literally her job. Then she talked a little about how her work was mostly boring anyways and that she was almost a bit grateful for having something to do. You should probably have been offended by that, your friend was missing and this officer thought it was nothing but a silly mystery game to solve, but you couldn’t help feeling a little better with this information. At least you weren’t boring her.

She then talked about how annoying her work partner was. How “just because we are both single doesn’t mean I want anything to do with him outside of work”. Apparently, he had been trying to get with her since he started a few months prior. You could feel annoyance crawl inside of you, what an asshole.

She mentioned how her twin brother also went missing for a few days when they were younger. Turns out he thought he could live like Tarzan but returned 2 days after leaving because he got hungry. You laughed a little at that. That’s how you learned she was from Sokovia, you would have never guessed given the lack of accent.

She was comforting to be around.

You yawned.

Wanda glanced over at you as you started getting dizzy. Why were you so fatigued all of a sudden? Wanda leaned over to your side, taking away your food and fastening your seatbelt, you tried to get words out, but your mind was jumbled.

What- why wefvj ajsfklroelh….

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You wake up slowly. It feels like the world is spinning as you take in your surroundings. You were in your apartment, but it looks nothing like how it should. You have always been a bit of an obsessive cleaner and as much as a dust particle out of place could make you more than a little grumpy, so you can wholeheartedly say it’s never been like this before. Your coach was flipped upside down again, your living room was filled with beer bottles that were mostly empty and there was trash in every corner of the room.

Not only that but you feel really bad, with a headache stronger than anything you have had before and your jaw strangely sore, you become even more confused. When the grogginess begins to fade and sounds are more clear you become alarmed by a muffled voice in front of you.

Jessica.

She’s tied up to a chair, opposite of you, and has a ball gag in her mouth.

What the hell? You try to move around but a voice stops you. “There you go, baby girl.” You whip your head to the side in surprise. Officer Wanda Maximoff is standing to the left of you with a baseball bat in her hands. A baseball bat that you recognize. You had bought it as soon as you moved out, your father had always made sure that you knew how to protect yourself and advised you on getting something for your apartment. It had been left unused underneath your bed as a precaution.

What is happening?

Your mind is still messed up from whatever she must have given you, but you try to speak. “Gulrgh” only for you to gurgle instead. Suddenly the soreness in your jaw makes more sense, and as the rasp of what could only be rope, digs into your wrist and midsection you realized just how dire this situation is.

Wanda chuckles as you struggle against your bounds.

She goes to reach for your chin, but you flinch away. A resounding smack echoes in your tiny apartment. Your ears ring as you right your head up again. Wanda forcibly grabs your face. “I'm sorry honey, but Mommy doesn’t like it when you flinch away from her.” Her tone is condescending as she keeps eye contact with you. A wicked look in her eyes.

“Now,” she turns back and forth between you and Jessica, “I understand this must be very confusing for the both of you so let me clear some things up.”

“You see, ever since I was little I have had this need. It’s a need to protect those lesser than me. It started off as protecting other kids from bullies, but as time went on and I became older, that wasn’t enough.” She sighs as she begins petting your hair, now completely ignoring Jessica as she cries behind her.

“People weren’t worth it, they were ungrateful and always expected more. Until I meet you.” She is speaking directly to you now. You squirm in confusion as you look up at her. What is she talking about? You meet this woman yesterday.

Wanda smiles a sad smile as she sees your uncertainty.

“You were just so helpless and innocent the day I saw you in that coffee shop.” Your eyes widen. What?

“I know you don’t remember baby, don’t worry though Mommy will explain it all later. But first,” the redhead turns around to the other girl

“Mommy needs to take out the trash.”

“For if there is one thing Mommy has never exapted its sluts touching what’s hers.”

You try to scream as Wanda raises the bat high in the air. Jessica goes pale as a ghost while she stares at you. Wanda brings the bat down onto Jessica's thighs. A sickening crunch can be heard as your roommate shrieks behind her gag and her eyes close tightly. Wanda, now happy that she can't run, releases Jessica from the chair letting her drop to the floor.

Wanda raised the bat again, this time bringing it down onto the girl's arms and side. More crunching can be heard.

You try your best to scream for help, but nothing but loud chocks and spit can be heard. You sob as you watch Wanda go ballistic on your only friend.

It's only when Wanda sees the tears you are shedding for this girl that she snaps. If you ask her exactly what she did, she won't be able to say, but anger so primal lights up within her that she can’t control herself any longer.

Wanda makes it her only task in life to break every single fucking bone in this whore’s body.

It's only when blood begins to scatter onto every surface known to mankind that Wanda takes a breather. After a few more swings of the bat, and a good number of choked sobs from Jessica, of course.

You try to tell what she is doing as she stands more fully and walks over to you.

Blood splatter adored your face.

“Oh, my pretty girl,” Wanda says as she wipes a tear away from your bruised cheek with her bloodied hand. “You are so beautiful, even more so when you cry. Come on baby, beg me, beg me to stop.”

You gurgled on your spit around the gag, desperately trying to form words. “Mmm” Wanda moans in a breathy tone, you look delectable when you are helpless.

She brings the bat down on the girl again. And again. And again. And again.

Bones breaking like sticks under her rath makes her feel even better, god she should have done this ages ago. Your pathetic sobs and hiccups in the background is the cherry on top. After a while the bat isn’t enough, she needs to feel her prey in her own two hands. Jessica is long dead, but that doesn’t matter. She wants to cut her to pieces. To trash her body, ruin it, ruin you.

As you try to loosen the rope digging into your wrists, the redhead takes an empty beer bottle from the table. Smashing it into the ground, pieces fly in all directions, you can feel something lodge into your leg. You grind your teeth against the rubber of the gag and sob even harder, but Wanda doesn’t notice. She's holding the broken bottle in her left hand now, while her right, holds up the smashed head of your roommate. Wanda kneels down, towering over the deceased body, she begins carving into Jessica's pale skin.

You want to hurl.

Wanda takes her time, carving a pretty picture into the once face of your friend, she makes sure to sit in such a way that you get a clear view of her doings. If it wasn’t for her instructions to Natasha, she could do this forever. Nonetheless, they will be here soon. Which means Wanda needs to wrap things up.

There is just one more thing.

When Wanda stands up you press yourself as far into your chair as you can. You don’t know who this woman is, but you now know what she can do. And you are petrified. The older woman moves slowly. Like she is trying not to spook a scared animal. You want to kick and scream, even as you sit there frozen, the fucking impudence of this woman. Looking at you like you are the crazy one while her body is covered in the flesh and fluids of your friend.

The stench of the scarlet liquid becomes even more pungent as Wanda leans over you to grab the kitchen knife that lies behind you on your counter. You want to slap yourself for not seeing it sooner. As she inches away from you, she stops halfway. Her knee makes contact with your crotch as she decides to slide against you while dragging the knife slowly down your chest.

Some things can't be helped. When you look at her like that, she has to. You look so perfectly scared, so submissive under her. As she trails the edge of the blade down your stomach, she debates whether or not to take a detour from her plan, but the time on the microwave in your kitchen quickly silences her mind. If she wanted to get you out before they get here, she needs to act quickly.

You let out a relieved sigh around the gag as she gets off of you.

She knows it's overkill, but even after getting you for herself the entire day, the image of the filthy girl's ungrateful hands around your waist has edged itself into Wanda's mind. She doesn’t want her sour feelings toward yesterday's garbage to taint her future with you. With a new vigor to her movement, the redhead paints the ceiling red as she brings the knife down a few rounds.

You sit there in complete silence as you watch Wanda's madness take its true, and hopefully, final form. Your eyebrows feel like they will hit your hairline as silent tears drop faster. Jessica's hands now detached, Wanda drops the knife and stands.

Even as she gets closer you don’t move an inch. Your eyes are stuck on the pile of blood and body parts. What has she done? Who is this woman? Why you? Why don’t you hate her for what she has done to Jessica?

Wanda pities you as she sees the questions that will never be answered swirl around in that small head of yours. She wants to let you be for a little, but no time like the present.

As sirens ring outside your apartment building and heavy boots run up the staircase Wanda cuts you loose. She takes action into her own hands as you seem to have gone inanimate. Gathering you up in her strong arms she makes sure to leave by the fire escape. It’s a bit tricky to get you both through your small bedroom window, but she manages.

She was expecting a fight as she blindfolds you and lays you in the back of her car, but you remain unresponsive. As she closes the door she can see a nasty gash with a piece of glass sticking out on your leg. She cringes a bit while driving home, she definitely overdid it. She vows to herself that she will make up for it after she settles you into your new home.  

Everything will be fine now honey, Mommy is bringing you home.