#a baby brother wanting to marry his big sister is just a display of deep love and support they have for their secondary mothers

[erenfox]

to all those believing that little yuri wanting to marry big sis yor is "weird" or "creepy" or "incestuous"...

as an elder sister myself, i can confirm it's a perfectly normal thing for your dumb little baby brothers to say that, especially if you act as a second mother figure for them

[eddiemadmunson]

Angel - part 2

Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down.

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: dirty talk, suggestive themes

A/N: English is not my first language.

Aemond is 20, Helaena, Aegon and Y/N are 22, Jason Lannister is 25

Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda @hamatoanne  @aemondsdoll @schniiipsel  @okfashionista​ @zillahvathek​ @teranya​ @tempo-rary-fix​ @reneki​ 

Part 1

It took you some time to explain to Jason that nothing happened. Aemond was just kind enough to give you a ride here. Well it was an exaggeration but you really didn't want to tell your boyfriend about all the things Aemond told you. Jason hated all the Targaryen's with passion. Their families were rivals on the business field. They fathers always tried to steal the business deal from the other one. But Jason hated the Targaryen brothers for different reasons. Aemond kicked his younger brother out of the football team for being lazy and not good enough - his words. And Aegon seduced both of Jason's twin sisters and left them heartbroken and hating on each other. Aegon was the real heartbreaker. They both were. But Aemond was picky when it came to girls he wanted to fuck, Aegon didn't care that much. He was flirting with anyone who had vagina. You once saw him flirting with the old lady in the library, probably trying to get access to the restricted area. Helaena forbit him to ever try something on you. So he never flirted with you in front of her. But if he met you at school while his sister wasn't around he flirted shamelessly with you. But you usually ignored him, you were too smart to fall into his web.

When you walked through the school halls with Helaena the next day you asked her to never bother Aemond because of you ever again. "Come on Y/N, it was nothing," she waved her hand dismissively at you. "He was so upset when the girl ditched him. I ruined his plans," you explained and she shook her head. "Don't worry about my brother not getting laid, I am sure he called one of his other fan girls to suck his dick," she said as you reached the lockers. You stopped abruptly when you saw Aemond standing in front of your locker with Floris Baratheon glued to his side, kissing her like there is no tomorrow. "Ewww, see he is totally fine, no damage was done to his ego," she gagged as you two watched her brother devouring Floris in front of everyone. You felt your cheeks turning red, you hated public display of affection, but damn, he was kissing her with such passion. His big hand with long pale fingers covered her entire face and big portion of her neck. His other hand was wrapped around her waist, keeping her glued to him. He was kissing her possessively, his tongue deep in her mouth, she was emitting soft whimpers, holding onto him tightly. You licked you dry lips unconsciously. You tried to fight it but you really wished to be her at this moment. “This is disgusting,” Helaena sneared, gagging.  “Y/N, why are you looking at him like this. Please, don’t tell me that you fancy my baby brother,” Hel asked with scrunched nose when she noticed your intense staring. “What, no, of course not!” you lied through your teeth. “It’s just... I have never been kissed like this,” you said in awe. “What? Are you kidding me? Jason doesn’t kiss you?” she asked with raised eyebrow. “Of course he kisses me, but not like this. His kisses are not this passionate and never this long,” you admitted. You were fascinated, his mouth was glued to Floris’ for so long, it seemed like he doesn’t need to breath. “There is too much tongue for my liking,” Hel said. “Omg, what am I doing? Why am I commenting on his kissing technique, that’s so gross,” she said with disgusted frown. “Y/N, seriously, you need to dump that moron. He is so boring, you two live like an old married couple and not like an young couple in love,” Hel nudge you and you finally stopped staring at Aemond. “I am happy with him, he is nice, he is safe,” you said weakly. “Nice... sure... we need to plan a girls night and talk you out of this. I will call Rhaena and Baela and we will explain to you, how it should look like when you are head over heels for a guy,” she winked at you and you rolled your eyes, but arguing with Hel was pointless. She always got what she wanted. “We need to go,” she reminded you.  “I can’t, I need my history project and it’s locked inside my locker,” you sighed. “Do you want me to kick him out of there?” she asked you and you shook your head. “No, I can do it myself,” you assured her and she kissed your cheek and ran to the entomology class she had with Cregan. He hated insects but he loved Helaena so much that he wanted to spend more time with her. You sighed and slowly approached the couple. “Ehm, excuse me guys,” you tried, but they didn’t seem to notice you. “Excuse me, you are standing in front of my locker,” you tried again more loudly, but once again with no avail. You had no other chance than to tug at his sleeve. “Aemond, move, you are blocking my locker,” you groaned impatiently. They finally stopped kissing and Aemond looked at you with murderous look on his pretty face. “What? If you also want a kiss, wait in line,” he barked at you and Floris giggled stupidly. “I don’t want a kiss, you asshole, I want to get inside my locker before my class starts,” you snapped at him, finally having enough of his attitude.   “I need to go anyway, baby, my lesson starts in 5 minutes,” Floris smiled and pecked his lips once again before rushing away from him. He finally moved and you could grab your stuff. You took your project and closed your locker. You turned around with intention to go to your history class when you were pushed against the lockers. The hall was almost empty everyone was already in their classrooms. Aemond caged you between the lockers and his tall body. “What are you doing?” you asked, hating that your voice is trembling. “You seem to ruin my sex life lately, Y/N. Do you enjoy being a little cockblock for me?” he asked, dark smile played on his lips. “I don’t care about your sex life,” you protested and looked away from his intense gaze but gasped when he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him again. “It didn’t seem like it when you were staring at me kissing her for good five minutes,” he smirked when you blushed wildly. “I am surprised that you noticed anyone at that moment, you seemed to be pretty lost in the kiss,” you snapped at him and victorious smile spread on his face. “Are you jealous, angel? Did you imagine yourself in her place? Did you imagine me kissing you so hard that your lips will tingle?” his thumb brushed against your bottom lip and you shook your head no, not trusting your voice. “No? I think you are a liar, Y/N,” he teased you and leaned to your ear. “I think you wish to know how does it feel to be kissed like this, how does it feel to be devoured like this. You want to be kissed so good that you will get wet just from the simple act of kissing,” he chuckled darkly when you gasped at his crude words.  “Let me go!!” you tried to push him away, but he grabbed your hands easily and pushed them above your head, holding them there with one hand. “I can see right through you, angel. Little miss proper and decent, but deep down you want to be fucked hard and rough. You are saying no and let me go, but I can see it in your eyes, you want me,” he cooed, his voice smooth like a dark velvet. His long elegant fingers caressed your cheek and chin slowly, softly like a lover would do, distracting you for a second then he wrapped them around your neck. A shiver run through your body, you felt your hardened nipples brush against your bra and the wetness began pooling between your legs. “Let me go Aemond, please,” you tried again to get out of his grasp with different approach. “Look at you, Y/N. Already begging me,” he smirked. “Let me go, you asshole or I will start screaming,” you threatened him but his grip on your neck only tightened. “Oh, you will scream, angel. You will be screaming my name, begging me for more,” he said cockily, licking his lips slowly. “In your dreams, Aemond. Let me go!” you tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was pointless he was too strong and so much taller than you. “I am not like you, angel. I don’t need to dream about the person I want to fuck, I just go and fuck them,” his arrogance was truly endless, who the fuck does he think he is? “I don’t dream about fucking you, I don’t think about you like this, you are just my best friend’s younger brother,” you said stubbornly and he watched you with knowing smile. “So you want to tell me, that if I touch your pussy right now, you won’t be soaking wet for me?” he chuckled when he saw your scandalized face. “Don’t you dare to touch me,” you warned him. “Why, are you scared that I am right? Are you scared that you will like it, that you will let out that pretty little moan like you did when you sat on my bike?” he mocked you and you were mortified. “Yeah, angel, I heard you. I am wondering what other pretty noises I can get out of this mouth,” he leaned closer to you, his lips almost touching yours. Every single cell in your body was on high alert. “S-s-shut up,” you stuttered, fighting the urge to close the gap between you and taste his soft looking lips. “If you think that I will say make me and we will kiss, I think that you saw too many romantic movies, Y/N,” he provoked you and suddenly his grip on your body was gone. You almost fell on your ass, when he wasn’t holding you anymore. “See you later, angel. I have other stuff to do than making virgin’s wet dreams coming true,” and he left with dark chuckle, leaving you there absolutely humiliated. “I am not a virgin!” you shouted after him, but he ignored you as always.

When the day was finally over and you walked to the parking lot to wait for Jason to pick you up, you still felt the humiliation from this morning. The only reason, why you didn’t tell Helaena that her brother is being a major dick to you, was because you knew how much she loves him and you didn’t want to cause problems between the siblings. You can handle him on your own, you tried to convince yourself. You looked at your watch and sighed, Jason was late as always. He worked at his father’s company and he always got swamp up in paperwork. You looked around yourself and spotted Aegon’s yellow Ferrari right next to Aemond’s motorbike. They probably still have training. There will be a very important game coming next week so they trained extra hours. The curiosity got better of you and you walked closer to the car. It was beautiful, you always wanted to take a ride in it, but you would never ask Aegon for it. He would take it as an invitation to fuck you in it. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you heard familiar voice and you gulped and slowly turn around. Aegon was grinning at you while Aemond watched you with unreadable expression. “Hi Aegon, it’s gorgeous,” you admitted and smiled friendly at Aegon, completely ignoring Aemond next to him. “I can take you for a ride, if you want, beautiful,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “No, thank you, I am waiting for someone to give me a lift,” you stopped his shameless flirting. “So maybe next time, tomorrow, maybe?” he didn’t give up and Aemond scoffed. “Sure, I can tell Helaena. I am sure that she and Cregan would like to go to a little trip,” you chuckled when you saw his smirk dropping. “I was thinking about only me and you, Y/N,” he didn’t give up so easily. “Sunfyre purrs like a giant cat, I bet that you would like to feel the power of its engine under you,” he wrapped his hand around your shoulders and purred into your ear. “She prefers to have bike engine vibrating between her legs, brother. It makes her let out very interesting noises,” Aemond said and smirked when you looked at him with venom in your eyes. “No one asked about your opinion, asshole,” you barked at him, your cheeks getting red again. Aegon gently placed his finger on your chin, turning your head to look at him. “Don’t mind him, Y/N. He is jealous that daddy didn’t buy him a car like this,” he smirked when he saw how frustrated you are.   Suddenly you heard a loud honk. You slowly turned around, knowing that you are screwed. “Oh fuck me,” you cursed when you saw very angry looking Jason staring at you from his black BMW. “No problem, just say when and where, beautiful,” Aegon grinned and Aemond rolled his eye. “What is this moron doing here?” Aemond scoffed and you realized in horror that Aegon’s hand is still wrapped around your shoulder. “That for me, I have to go, bye Aegon,” you quickly unwrapped yourself from his grip and ran to Jason’s car. “Why is she riding with him?” Aemond asked and Aegon looked at him in surprise. “They have been dating for almost a year,” Aegon looked at him in surprise. “That explains a lot,” Aemond smirked and put on his helmet. If this moron was really your boyfriend you had to be bored to death and dry as a bone. “What do you mean, brother?” Aegon asked, confused about Aemond’s sudden interest in you. You were not his type at all. “None of your business,” Aemond smirked and drove off the parking lot leaving confused Aegon behind. 

Part 3

[theysayitscrazy]

Eliminated Part 2 (NSFW)

FanFic Friday Week 4 (Slightly Late) @rebelwrites​

Clay Spenser x Reader (Reader is Full Metal’s sister)

Let me know if you wanna be tagged when I post.

You stare at the invitation with mild contempt. It was overly shiny and sparkly, and covered in glitter. It was just plain gaudy. The amount of pink included should be outlawed. You hated this time of your 20’s. Everyone you knew was either getting married, buying houses, or having babies. Yet, you were still single. You chose your career, over a relationship. Well, according to your ex, that’s what happened.

In reality, you grew apart and lived different lives while struggling to make things work. In the end, they hadn’t worked out, and the problem had to be eliminated.

That had been a year ago. Now you were thirty years old, single, and too focused on your career to even meet a guy outside the office. And the dating world had gone digital in the last decade, leaving you completely out of the loop on where to even begin. The idea of meeting a guy from the internet left you unsettled and turned off.

You sigh and toss the envelope on the bar in front of you and reach for your drink.

Your phone chirps and you reach for it as someone sits in the seat next to you at the bar. Annoyed, you look up from your phone to give whoever it was that decided they needed to sit so close to you in an empty bar, a piece of your mind, only to find the blond haired and blue-eyed charmer known as Clay Spenser.

“Spenser,” you acknowledge.

He leans forward on the bar and motions for the bartender. He orders a beer and then snatches up the invitation. “Holy pinkness,” he chuckles.

You roll your eyes as you skim over the email you just received from a client.

“Always working?” Clay asks.

You glance up from your phone and realize you’re being rude. Sighing, you turn off the screen and set your phone down. “Usually,” you grumble in response.

Clay’s smile is easy, but you can see the way he’s watching you, like he’s reading your mood. “Bad day?” he asks.

“Yes… no… I don’t know.” You sigh and take a pull off your glass.

Clay chuckles again. “I’ve never known you to not have an answer.”

You shake your head and look down at your phone as a text message chirps through. You can feel Clay’s eyes on you, like they usually are, but you ignore him, like you usually do. Ever since that night at your brother’s house, when your ex had been eliminated, things had gotten interesting between the two of you.

The flirting was fun. But that’s all it was. Fun, right? He worked with you brother, he was younger than you, if only by a couple years, but he felt… wholesome. He wasn’t tainted like you were.

Before you can answer the string of text messages that came thru, your phone rings. When Harvey’s face pops up the screen you frown and debate answering it. You were done with him for the day. You groan and answer the facetime call. “Hey.”

Harvey’s smirk is annoying as he looks you over.

You rolled your eyes, knowing what he saw. White pinstripe halter stop that buttoned down the middle and showed ample cleavage but stayed professional. The black matching suit coat was off and draped around the back of the bar stool, so your vibrant black and watercolor tattoos that covered both arms were on display and contrasted against your professional attire.

“You need something?” you raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for his sardonic comments to start rolling in.

“Yeah, for you to get your head out of your ass. Let me guess, you’re at some dive bar, drink in hand, wallowing self-pity,” Harvey shoots at you as he levels you with a typical Specter head tilt.

You narrow your eyes at him as Clay chuckles.

“Boo hoo, your last college sorority sister is getting married. What do you care? You haven’t talked to the chick in two years. Put your big girl panties on and man up. I need you to meet a client.”

You pick up your drink and stare Harvey down as you toss back the remnants of the straight whiskey.

Harvey smirks, “We both know you can handle your liquor. So why don’t you take that SEAL team hot shot you got eating out of the palm of your hand and go meet the client. I’ll text you the address. It’s in Rochester.”

“Harvey, that’s an hour away and it’s a shitty neighborhood,” you shoot back him.

Harvey smirks. “Good thing you’ll have a bodyguard. Oh, and another thing. Get laid.” He hangs up the phone.

You let out a frustrated growl and slam the phone on the bar top.

Clay turns his big body towards you and smirks. “Need a bodyguard?”

You glare at him and grab your keys off the bar. You slide off the barstool and grab your black pinstripe jacket off the back. You take your time pulling it on. Clay’s eyes are on you. Once things are buttoned in place, your black jacket matching your black pants, you look up to meet Clay’s gaze and raise an eyebrow at him.

He smirks and lets his gaze wander over your body. He no longer hides his blatant attraction for you, and while he’s yet to act on it, he’s stared in many of your fantasy’s. How’d he get you off with those deft fingers. That scruffy beard adding pleasure as he ran kisses down your body.

His smirk widens, as if he can read your dirty thoughts. You keep your face indifferent though. You play it off with a roll of your eyes.

“I’ll drive,” he comments and holds out his hand.

You stare at those fingers before you think fuck it and hand over the keys to your Range Rover. You ignore him and turn toward the exist.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asks.

Confused you glance at him over your shoulder and groan when he’s holding up the pink wedding invitation. He laughs and looks at it. “It’s pretty horrible.”

“She an old sorority sister,” you sigh with a shrug. “She’s…bubbly.”

“I can’t believe you were ever in a sorority,” Clay sniggers. “Not Miss tattooed, ‘Punk Rock Princess over here.’ Miss, ‘I’ll eliminate any threats to my person.’”

You roll again and turn toward the door. “Bitch please,” you shook back at him. “I’m a God Damn Queen.”

~*~

“That was not what I was expecting,” Clay murmured when he pulled in your brother’s driveway, several hours later.

You glance over at him. He’d been quiet the entire drive back from the client’s house. “My job isn’t always mergers and acquisitions,” you state, knowing where his head was at. “Sure, they pay the bills and I’m damn good at it. But this, is why I became a lawyer. People like Carl Terron. People who were taken advantage of and used and degraded, and in the end lost everything. This case could be the case that changes laws and sets precedents, so that something like what happed to Terron, doesn’t happen to anyone else again. This case could help save lives.”

Clay turned to you during your passionate speech and watched you. When you stopped speaking, he reached out with his large hand and cupped the side of your face.

You freeze. For as much the two of you had been flirting for the past year, he’d never made a move before. His blazing blue eyes bore into yours. His intensity stirs something deep inside you. You wait, watching him, like a deer in the headlights.

His fingers curl around the back of your head as his calloused thumb caresses your cheek.

“Clay,” you say, not really sure why you’re stopping this.

He drops his hand almost instantly and you immediately miss the warmth of his palm. Pain flashes across his eyes, or regret maybe? “I’m sorry,” he sighs, and looks out the front window. “I know you’re still dealing with last year. I shouldn’t have come on so strong.”

“It’s not that,” you sigh, playing with the several rings on your fingers.

“Then what is it?” Clay asks, looking over at you, hurt still evident in his eyes.

His pain strikes you and you reach out and take his hand in yours. “I’m being stupid.” You play with those deft fingers in yours, and a blush tints your cheeks as you think of all your fantasies that those fingers played a staring role in.

“That’s a lie. You’re one of the smartest people I know,” Clay says and squeezes your fingers between his. “What’s going on with you today?”

You look up, startled, and find yourself staring into his endless baby blues. “What do you mean?” you ask, confused.

“I mean, you’re not yourself. Yeah, at client’s house you put on a good show, but before that, at the bar… now? What’s going on with you?” His gaze is piercing, and you find yourself at a loss for words.

You open your mouth, trying to find the words, when a knock on the window behind Clay startles you. “Shit!” you shriek and jump a mile out of your seat.

Clay turns, and you see your brother looming through the driver’s side window, flashlight shining in on you. You reach across the center console and lean over Clay’s big body and press the button for the window. “What the fuck?” you yell at Scott.

“What the fuck you doin out here?” Metal’s voice is deep and commanding.

“Sitting in the fuckin car, what’s it look like we’re doing? Jesus fucking Christ. What the fuck you out here for?” Your anger kicks up.

“It’s my house. I’m allowed to wonder why my baby sister is sitting in the dark in her car late at night. Where the fuck ya been? It’s past midnight,” Metal demands.

Pissed, you climb over the center console and get right into Clay’s lap. “Shit,” he groans and holds his arms out in surrender as you climb fully into his lap.

You ignore him as you settle onto his powerful thighs and get in your brother’s face through the window. “Why the fuck is it any of your business where the fuck I’ve been? Cut the shit Scott. I’m thirty fucking years old. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, and you can fuck off,” you shout at him.

Scott laughs and you roll your eyes. “Spenser though, really?”

“Fuck yeah, and fuck you,” you shout back him, a smirk on your face.

“Fuck you,” Scott grumbles and heads for the house.

When Scott was gone, you let out a chuckle and lean into Clay. You find yourself tucked against him, your head on his shoulder, in the crook of his neck. “Hold me,” you murmur into his ear.

His arms come around you in a tight embrace and cradles you against his warm body. You’re curled against his chest and for the first time in who knew how many years, you finally felt safe. He is solid and broad and strong, and you relish the feeling of being in his arms.

You take a deep breath, breathing in his scent and close your eyes. He smells like home.

“Y/n, what was that about?” Clay asks softly.

You shake your head, not wanting to break the moment. He’s so warm, so safe.

Clay’s large hand slides up your back and his fingers card through your hair.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” you ask, before he can say anything.

Clay stills, his hand fisted in your hair. “No. Why would you think that?”

“Before… you had asked me what was going on with me today,” you murmur into his neck, finding it easier to speak without looking at him.

His hand not fisted into your chignon, rubs idle circles on your back. Calming… soothing. “Does this have to do with your ex?” he asks.

You nod slowly. “He was friends with all my friends in college. We met our freshman year. We had all the same friends. So that Wedding invitation just brought up a bunch of old memories, both good and bad,” you sigh.

Clay’s fingers massage your scalp as he holds you tight against him. “No, I don’t think you’re a bad person,” he finally answers. “I think you’re strong and fierce and aren’t afraid to stand up for yourself. You can take care of yourself and others and eliminate any problems that comes your way.”

You find yourself smiling against his neck. You pull back to look him in the eyes. There’s a seriousness in his blazing blue eyes that you hadn’t seen before. It makes you pause and take him in, really take him in. For all the flirting and banter the two of you had thrown back and forth for the past year, you hadn’t really stopped to consider how fucking real he was.

There was a raw honesty in those baby blues that grasped at your heartstrings and pulled. What you had mistaken as wholesome, was in actuality, genuine and real. You were surrounded by fake people on the daily, but Clay Spenser, was as real as they came.

You reach up and run your fingers through his scruffy beard. It was softer than you expect. His eyes are on your face, watching your every move. It’s clear by his cautious gaze, he’s waiting for you to make the first move.

So, you do. You lean forward, lacing your fingers through his beard and pull his mouth down to yours at the same time. His fingers tighten in your hair, and you gasp as he pulls your hair so deliciously. He takes advantage of your gasp and his tongue sweeps in. Your eyes drift close as the kiss turns more passionate.

You shift against him and realize your pencil skirt is ridiculous and not cooperating. You groan when he nibbles on your bottom lip. You try to pull away, but he’s got a firm grip in your hair, so you whimper against his lips.

His chuckle has your eyes opening. His eyes are watching you while he bites down just a bit harder. His hand slides up your thigh and under your pencil skirt with ease. You whimper again and let your eyes fall close. He releases your lip, so you use his beard to pull his mouth back to yours. “Uh uh, baby,” he murmurs against your lips.

You snap open your eyes again, and he’s smirking down at you. “Bu-”

“Shh,” he whispers. “Trust me?”

You gasp slightly and your eyes go wide. The earnestness in his gaze has you nodding though. It’s reluctant and slow, and Clay seems to get that. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before he whispers, “Close your eyes.”

And you do. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and let him take care of you.

His hands work magic on your body. One slides down and manages to undo the clasp and zipper at the back of your pencil skirt while his other hand slides up your thigh to your core and he chuckles when he finds the lack of panties. “Naughty, naughty,” he murmurs.

You smirk and place an open-mouthed kiss to the column of his neck.

The sharp pinch to your inner thigh has you jumping and groaning. “None of that,” he orders, his voice deep.

You let out a pathetic whimper and give into him. His deft finger’s part your folds and he chuckles again, “So wet for me, baby.”

He takes his time sliding one long and thick finger all the way to the knuckle and you part your thighs as much as the now unzipped pencil skirt will allow. He slides in a second finger, and you groan. God his fingers are thick. God damn, do they feel good.

His thumb circles your clit almost teasingly and you thrust your hips up to try and get some friction from it. The pinch to your nipple comes as a surprise and you let out a low groan. “Be good.” Clay commands, softly.

You run your hand through his beard and slide it to the back of his head, curling your fingers in his curls.

His pace is brutal and you’re barely holding on when his mouth covers yours and he says, “Come for me,” against your lips.

You shatter into a million pieces in the front seat of your Range Rover. “Good girl,” Clay’s voice is rough and deep and has you opening your eyes. He watching you with a reverent smile on his lips.

You grin and use his beard to pull his mouth to yours again. His fingers in your cunt swirl again and let out a low groan. “Wanna come inside?” you ask.

He chuckles and swirls his fingers again. “I thought I already was.”

You close your eyes and let out a little whimper. “The house Clay.”

“Your brother gonna kill me?”

“Nah, I’ll deal with Scott.”

“Gonna eliminate him?”

“I’m gonna eliminate you if you don’t finish what you started.” His rich laugh puts a smile on your face, and you have a thought. “Hey, you wanna go to a wedding with me?”

“Do I have to wear a tie?”

Your eyes snap open to take in his goofy face and grin. “Only if you wanna use it to tie me up later,” you smirk at him.

He grins wickedly and curls his fingers inside you, sending you over the edge again.

[krreader]

ensorcell | chapter 8.

pairing: prince!taehyung x reader  fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; prince!taehyung ;  arranged marriage ; language ; sex  genre: fluff ; angst ; smut word count: 2.7k+ previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7

summary: it was funny, how meeting one single person could change your life forever. you were ordinary, he was not. he was rich, you were not. he fell in love with you and so did you. even though he was never supposed to.

a/n: i’m so sad I never get to update my originals as much as I want to, but I’m really happy when I do. especially with this one BECAUSE IT’S FINALLY SEXY TIME

It was on days like these that you were harshly reminded of not really belonging here.

It was on days like these that you realized that the girl struggling in college to get her degree and having frequent anxiety attacks due to the uncertainty of the future was the real you that you had left behind to play pretend. Because unlike some others, you were not cut out to play this game of royal intrigues that some seemed to excel in.

“You're mad.. aren't you?” the familiar voice would have made you turn around and smile a few hours ago, but now you kept your eyes firmly on the horizon and watched the sun set in the royal gardens while royal guards and maids were all around you, making sure that you were well taken care of.

Why, you might ask? Well, because they all thought you were carrying a royal heir, thanks to the man that now sat down next to you. When in reality, the only thing you were carrying was the weight of the lies that kept piling up.

“I'm not mad. I know why you did it,” when Taehyung let out a relieved sigh, you quickly added, “Doesn't mean I like what you did, though.”

“I had to say something. I've gotten so many inquiries about whether the rumors about Dae and me were true today, I knew the only way to make it stop was to say you were pregnant. A royal heir is the most precious thing a kingdom could have. You being pregnant will put an indefinite end to any possible other 'proposals' that my father could make.”

“But I'm not, Taehyung. I'm not pregnant. And I don't intend to get pregnant. Because in case you forgot, we've only been dating for a few weeks. Marrying is a big step after such a short amount of time, but having a baby?”

“I know,” he put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, brushing them over his tired eyes in desperation, “I thought it was the best solution at the time. I should have discussed it with you first, I'm sorry.”

It was a mess. A mess that would be hard to get out of, but at the same time, you really couldn't bring yourself to be angry with him. His father would have married him off to someone that he hated. He did it to ensure that the two of you could stay with each other. In some way, it showed you that he did it because, like his sister said, you meant a lot to him. And from the way he was acting now, a child hadn't been something that he had considered so early on either.

So at least you were on the same page in that sense.

Now, you'd have to figure out how to fix this and get out of this without birthing a baby in nine months. It’s not like you already had enough shit on your plate already.

“Give me a second,” you said when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, letting out a heavy sigh when you saw the name on the display. You already knew you were in deep shit when you answered, “Let me explain..-”

“No, you let me talk now and you just listen,” your mother started angrily, “You run off with some foreign prince that I've never met in my life without so much as a word to get married to him, because there is no other way to stay together, despite you and him only knowing each other for a few hours. Then you get knocked up by said prince before even getting married to him and are now pregnant without even having finished college yet and having absolutely zero fucking stability in your life while being in a country that is not home. Did I get all the details right?”

You clenched your jaw as you looked at the terrified 'foreign prince' that your mother seemed to like so much. Taehyung maybe should have asked more about your family, now that he was hearing her scream like this.

“I'm not pregnant, mom,” you lowered your voice, “It's.. extremely complicated and I promise I will explain it all eventually, but I am not pregnant, okay?”

“You know what? I've had enough. I'm taking the next flight out and I am taking you home with me.”

That alarmed Taehyung so much that he sat up straight, but you just put your hand on his leg to stop him from worrying, “I'm not five anymore, mom, you can't just come and get me. I'm an adult who can make her own decisions and I've made this one. I am getting married, with or without your approval.”

You knew that she was worried. That her saying that wasn't said out of any ill-will, but she was worried sick for you being here, so far away from home where she couldn't be with you.

And she instantly showed that side of herself when her voice broke a little, “Just come home, sweetheart. We can figure all of this out when you're back here. And maybe your boyfriend could come here too? Why can't he just..-”

If only it were so easy.

“Mom,” you got up and started walking, wanting a moment alone with your mother, “I miss you as much as you miss me, so I'm going to suggest that maybe, if you can, come here and spend a few days here. I actually would really like you to be here for the wedding. I want you to meet Taehyung and see what a great guy he is and his mother and sister, who take such good care of me. I want you to meet them.”

“It's not them I'm worried about. It's everything else. You don't understand how big of a thing this is, the media coverage on all of this is insane. Everyone is suddenly talking so much about you and I'm so afraid of what it's turning you into. I just don't want anything to happen to you, so leaving now..-”

“..- is not an option, I'm sorry, mom,” you said firmly, but at the same time, with a soft undertone, “Call (Y/B/F). She'll be here soon, maybe you can take the same flight as her. I'll prove to you that I'm doing okay and that you won't have to worry about me. I've got this.”

Fake it till you make it, right?

“How could you be so stupid?!” the king was pacing up and down the room, the queen and Taehyung's brother and sister all sitting across from you and him on a couch opposite, “I told you, the worst thing that you could do is get her pregnant and you do exactly that. This is an outrage!”

“Have you even listened to the news? Read an article? Because everything I've seen so far is well-wishes and happiness,” Taehyung leaned back and crossed one leg over the other, “We live in the 21st Century, father. Having a child before marriage isn't as big of a deal anymore as when you were younger.”

He was challenging him, so much that his mother had to gently shake her head to tell him to stop.

The king was already furious enough. Taehyung shouldn't add more fuel to the fire.

You had thought that Taehyung might have told his father the truth about the situation, but that would make little sense. What he did was to stop him from trying to ruin yours and his relationship. If he caught wind of this pregnancy being fake, it would be back to him trying to marry Taehyung off to princess Dae. His mother seemed to be unaware of the situation as well. Only his sister knew, why she did, though, you didn't know. Maybe Taehyung had confided in her beforehand.

“I thought I had raised you well, you know?” gone was the mad king, now all that you could see on his face was disappointment, “But ever since you met her..-” and as soon as your eyes met his, it was back to anger, “..you ruined everything.”

Taehyung let out a snort and got up, “If that's everything you have to say, then we shall take our leave. My fiancé has to rest,” he emphasized the word fiancé, which only seemed to make his father angrier.

But before this could escalate any further, he pulled you up by your hand and out of the room, walking with you to your bedroom.

And as soon as the doors behind you two were closed, his shoulders slumped and you could see just how tired he actually was.

You weren't the only one that was drained by all of this, he just hid it better than you.

Taehyung moved to the bed, then sat down on the foot of it and closed his eyes for a moment.

You watched him, but couldn't do so for long. Your need to reach out and support him was too great. And so you followed him and knelt down before him, gently cupping his face in your hands so that he looked at you.

“This is all my fault,” he whispered, “I made it worse.”

“Why did you do it? I mean.. really, why did you take such a drastic step?”

He looked into your eyes for a long while, then he put his hands over yours to hold them, his eyes becoming sadder by the second, “I was scared to lose you. The only one that I ever had feelings for and that I wanted to spend my future with. That was selfish, wasn't it?”

The corner of your mouth curled into a smile, “I wouldn't be here anymore if I didn't feel the same way about you.”

And the longer this eye contact lasted, the harder your heart beat against your chest. So much, that it felt like it was about to jump out. The urge to kiss him, to hold him and just... be with him, was so overwhelming that you couldn't hold back anymore.

And for the first time since you came here, it felt like you shut off your brain and just listened to your heart. You leaned up and kissed him, carefully at first because you were afraid of taking it too far, but Taehyung was as desperate for this as you were.

This wasn't even about sexual needs, this was about feeling the other person so close to you, to feel a union that would bring you closer together and would help you feel a little better in a shitty situation like this.

He wanted that too... so he deepened the kiss.

You sighed against his lips and slowly got up, only so you could straddle him a moment later.

His hands traveled from yours to your waist, holding you so tightly that you felt like his hands were leaving marks on your skin.

Keep in mind that you haven't had a proper moment like this since that first kiss that you shared back home. All those emotions, those feelings... you both just bottled them up because you had no other choice. But now, the bottle was overflowing. And there was no going back anymore.

Taehyung fell back into the mattress, you with him, without ever breaking the kiss once.

The only moment you both did, was for you and him to take off your shirts, then it was back to exploring the others mouth.

Fingertips running over your back, a trail of goosebumps forming where they touched and once he unclasped your bra, your entire upper body was covered in them.

One of his hands came up to your neck to hold it firmly, his thumb brushing against your jaw, stopping to kiss you for a moment, but leaning his forehead against yours and breathing heavily.

You thought he might say something, but he couldn't. It was all too much in that moment. Too many feelings and emotions. All he could do was quickly turn you around so that you were lying on your back and he on top of you.

His lips found their way to your neck, beginning to kiss every single spot on it.

Your hands were running through his beautiful and soft hair, letting out quiet moans every time he found a spot that made you shiver.

It was clear that he wanted to make you feel good. As if he wanted to make up for something, which he really didn't have to. But as his lips wrapped around your nipples, you couldn't bring yourself to say no. Not when his tongue felt so good and felt even better when it was finally between your exposed legs.

You had only been able to imagine what kind of lover he was before, but you were glad to see that – despite not knowing his sexual history – he seemed to know what he was doing. His tongue was caressing your clit, kissing it and biting down on it every now and again. Every time your moans became louder, he slowed down, just so you could fully enjoy this and he could draw this out for as long as possible.

He didn't say a word, just enjoyed making you feel beautiful, loved and outright good. 

Soft kisses, hard kisses, sucking on it.. he drove you mad relatively quickly.

“I think..- I think I'm..-” you couldn't finish this sentence, Taehyung had already felt your grip tighten in his hair. He licked on your clit like he had before and to top it all of, sucked on it a little harder than he had earlier. And that was all it took to bring you over the edge and to have you moan out his name. Loud.

Your body became limp afterwards, breathing heavily as he kissed his way back up.

A grin had spread on his face, kissing your cheek when he whispered, “I should thank whoever built this castle for making the walls thick.”

You let out a chuckle and spread your legs a little wider, grinning when he looked down, “You're not done, though, right?”

“Right..-” he dipped his head to kiss you once, twice, then he leaned down to your ear, his hardened length now resting against your throbbing clit, “Are you sure?”

Butterflies erupted in your belly when he said that. This caring and wonderful man, still worried if you maybe didn't want to continue after all this... it might have been stupid to think that way, but in that moment, you thought to yourself: ‘It's all worth it...’

“Yes,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I want you. All of you.”

“You have me,” he whispered back, slipping inside you so easily because of how wet you were, “All of me.”

You had seen his dick earlier and had seen that it was long, but now that he was actually inside you, rock-hard at that, you could really feel just how long.

The moment he was completely buried in you, you let out a breath that you had unconsciously been holding and waited for him to continue.

But it took him a while.

He just waited, held you in his arms and kissed your cheek every now and again. 

“Hey.. are you okay?” you asked eventually, putting your hand on his cheek to make him look at you.

And when he did, you were surprised to see tears in his eyes. Worry filled your face, but he quickly laughed, “Shit, I'm sorry. I'm just... I just really needed this.”

“My vagina?” you said, mainly to lighten the mood. And it did.

Taehyung let out a laugh and kissed your forehead, “No.. happiness. A moment of peace. With the woman that I'll marry.”

Your smile softened, your thumb brushing over his cheek, “Well then.. why don't you show your wife-to-be what she can expect from her future husband?”

“Many,” he pulled out a little, “many,” then pushed back in, a little harder than the first time to make you moan, “Orgasms.”

Now, that was music to your ears.

And the moans that escaped his throat afterwards as he continued pushing himself inside you again and again were an even sweeter melody. Every time he moaned your name and told you how good you felt, your heart felt like it was exploding.

This is what you had both needed.

Because now, there was no uncertainty anymore.

This was right. This felt right. You and him together.

And whatever obstacle would come your way, you would face it.

Together.

[thelastspeecher]

Angela Pines AU - The Favorite

I had another bit that I was going to write before I posted this, but I spent a good chunk of my day today working on a job application and I’m craving some sweet, sweet writer’s validation, so I’m posting it now.

(Btw, a reminder, I wouldn’t mind an ask or two for this AU...nudge nudge wink wink.)

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              “Mr. and Mrs. Pines?”  Filbrick and Caryn looked over at Angie’s kindergarten teacher. “May I have a word with you?”

              “Fine, but you better make it quick,” Filbrick rumbled, crossing his arms.  The teacher glanced at Angie, obediently standing with her parents.

              “Alone.”

              “Go play with your friends for a bit, angel,” Caryn said.  She gently shooed Angie away.  At five, she was firmly settled in with the family, despite looking less and less like a Pines with every passing day.  Her hair was golden and silky, unlike the Pines dark brown curls, and it was already evident she would be slender, not broad-shouldered.

              “What is it?” Filbrick asked the teacher.

              “Well, I had my suspicions on Angela’s first day of class, but I decided to wait until the first week was over to be sure.”

              “Be sure of what?” Caryn asked.

              “Your daughter is remarkably advanced for her age. The only other child I’ve seen as intelligent as her was your son, Stanford.”  Filbrick and Caryn exchanged a look.  They’d noticed Angie’s smarts, but weren’t sure whether they were imagining it due to their fondness for the girl.  “However, she has behavioral problems not unlike Stanley’s.”

              “My daughter’s behavior is perfect,” Filbrick growled.

              “She’s well-behaved, yes,” the teacher said, quickly backtracking.  “But she’s struggling to make friends with her classmates, and she’s hyperactive and distractible.”

              “All children her age are,” Caryn said.

              “Angela is more hyperactive and distractible than her classmates,” the teacher said firmly.  “I’m not sure why, but I wonder if it might be due to anxiety.  Anxiety in girls sometimes manifests in that way. Have you noticed her being particularly anxious at home?”

              “She had a traumatic event happen when she was three,” Caryn said after a moment.  “I wouldn’t be surprised if that caused her to have anxiety.”  The teacher nodded.

              “I’d recommend scheduling an appointment with her pediatrician, just to get her checked over.  The sooner she gets help, the better off she’ll be.”  The teacher walked away.  Angie, who had been watching the conversation curiously, rushed over.

              “What was that about?” she asked.  Filbrick ruffled her hair.

              “Nothing, angel.  Your teacher was just telling us how smart you are,” he said.  Angie beamed at him.  Her smile was gap-toothed right now, as she was just beginning to lose her baby teeth.  “C’mon, your brothers are waiting in the car.”  Angie eagerly ran off.

              “If she’s as smart as Stanford, Angie could be something great,” Caryn whispered to Filbrick as they followed at a more sedate pace.

              “We already knew she was special,” Filbrick rumbled.

              “Well, yes.  But a smart girl like her could be a splendid nurse.”  Filbrick tensed.

          ��   “No.  No daughter of mine is gonna go into nursing.  I don’t want her dodging attacks from druggies or cleaning bedpans.”

              “Maybe a teacher, then,” Caryn suggested. Filbrick nodded.

              “Yes.  Teaching would be good for her.  We need better teachers in this world.”

              “Though, it’s worth mentioning that teaching doesn’t pay much.”

              “She’ll be able to land a doctor or lawyer.  Her husband can support her.”

              “That’s a good point.”  Caryn frowned thoughtfully.  “Hmm, maybe she could be an art or music teacher.  She likes singing and painting.”  Filbrick nodded again.

              “I agree.  We should do what we did for Stanford.  Sign her up for the things she’s good at, make sure that she becomes amazing at them.”

              “Yes.  We need to encourage her intellect.”  Caryn grabbed Filbrick’s hand and laced her fingers with his.  “We’re so blessed, Filly, to have such a wonderful family.” Filbrick grunted wordlessly in response, eliciting a soft chuckle from his wife.

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              Stan sat behind the counter, idly polishing new inventory for display.

              “Thank you!” Angie chirped cheerfully.  The customer she had been speaking to left. Angie looked up at the clock. “That’s the last one of the day.” She went over to the door and flipped the sign over to read “CLOSED”.

              “Stanley!” a voice shouted.  Stan sighed.  He looked over.

              “Yes, Pops?” he asked.  Filbrick, who had just come downstairs, glowered at him.

              “Why was your sister running register on her day off?”

              “She asked,” Stan said simply.  “And since she’s good at it, I figured she might as well.” He bit back the urge to point out that Angie was the only one who didn’t have to work in the shop every day. Filbrick sighed.  He looked at Angie.

              “Angel, on your day off, you shouldn’t be in the shop, fleecing rubes.  You should be practicing your painting.”

              “I like working in the shop,” Angie said. She took a deep breath.  “And, actually, Pops, I was thinking…”  She took another breath.  “I think I’d like to run the shop.  Once- once you step down.”

              “No,” Filbrick said shortly.  Stan’s eyes widened.  Very rarely was Filbrick so firm with Angie.  Judging by her expression, Angie was just as shocked as Stan. “Angela, running a shop like this is a man’s job.”  Angie clenched her hands into fists.

              “What- what makes you say that?”

              “You’re a very talented and wonderful young lady, but you won’t be able to take care of the shop like your brothers could.”

              “Why not?”

              “I already explained myself.  It needs a man to run it.  And when you get married, your last name won’t be Pines anymore anyways,” Filbrick said.  Angie ground her teeth.

              “Maybe I don’t want to get married,” she snarled. Filbrick stiffened.  “I’m the best one to run the shop!  I’m just as personable as Stan, just as smart as Ford, just as thorough as Sherm, and I can sell them all under the table!”

              “Those things don’t matter.”

              “Why not?!” Angie shouted.  Stan winced.  “Those are the things it takes to run the shop, and I have them!”

              “If you were a young man, maybe I’d let you take over someday, but you’re a young woman,” Filbrick said, his volume beginning to rise.  “You’re meant for something else.”

              “Like what, teaching?  You always say to hedge your bets, do the thing that has the highest likelihood of working out,” Angie argued.  “I don’t know if I’d be a good teacher.  I know for a fact that I’m good at taking care of the shop!”

              “Stop arguing with me like you know better than I do. You’re still a child.”

              “I’m thirteen, not three!”

              “That’s enough!” Filbrick roared.  Angie took a step back, visibly unnerved.  “I am your father, Angela Diane Pines.  You will do as I say and not complain about it.  Am I understood?”  Angie glared furiously.  “Am I understood?” Filbrick growled.  Angie’s shoulders tensed.

              “…Yes, sir,” she ground out.

              “Good.  Now, go to your room.  I’ll talk to your mother about how we’ll punish you for talking back like that.” Angie stormed past Stan and upstairs. Filbrick looked over at Stan. “Finish closing for the day.”

              “Yes, sir,” Stan said.  Filbrick went upstairs.  Stan sighed.  As he finished closing up the shop, he thought about Filbrick warning that Angie would get punished.  It was an empty threat, and everyone knew it.

              She won’t get punished.  They don’t punish her for anything.

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              “Stan, Ford?”  Stan and Ford looked up from their comic book and sketchbook, respectively.

              “What’s going on, Ang?” Stan asked.  Angie stood in the doorway of their bedroom, rubbing her arm nervously.

              “Um, I wanted your advice.”

              “Advice on what?” Ford asked.  Angie closed her eyes.

              “…Dealing with Pops,” she said quietly.  Stan burst into laughter.  Ford scowled down at Stan from the top bunk.

              “Stan!”

              “Can you blame me?” Stan asked.  “Angie’s the only one who’s always on Pops’ good side, and she wants advice on dealing with him?”

              “I’m not always on his good side,” Angie said.  She walked into the living room and sat on the bottom bunk bed, next to Stan. “Remember when I told him I wanted to run the shop?”

              “Yeah.  You yelled at him and didn’t get punished.”

              “But he didn’t let me do what I wanted.”

              “You might want to rephrase that, Angie,” Ford suggested gently.  Angie groaned loudly.

              “You know what I mean!  I asked to run the shop, and he told me, in no uncertain terms, that he wouldn’t let me.  And not for any real reason.  No, it’s because I’m a girl.”

              “Yeah, that was bullshit,” Stan said.

              “It was!” Angie said.  “It was absolute bullshit.”

              “Language,” Ford warned.  Angie glared at him.

              “Shut up.”

              “…Fair enough.”  Ford closed his sketchbook.  He climbed down to sit on the bottom bunk, on the other side of Angie.  “I’m guessing that what you want advice for is related to that argument?”

              “Yeah.”  Angie looked down at her feet.  “You guys know that Mom and Pops have things planned out for me and that they have their own ideas of what a girl like me should do.  Well, it’s mostly Pops who has those ideas.”

              “Yes, we’re very aware that the expectations Mom and Pops have of you are different from what they have of us,” Ford said.

              “They’re gonna have you be a teacher, for one thing,” Stan said.  Angie nodded.

              “Yeah, that’s what they want, but it’s not- it’s not what I want.”  She took a breath.  “I want to be an artist.”  Stan and Ford nodded.  “How am I supposed to tell Pops?”

              “Well, first off, remind him that you’re his baby girl,” Stan said.  “Use those big blue eyes of yours, wear something cute, and don’t hesitate to cry.”

              “That’s just what I normally do,” Angie said, rolling her eyes.  “I don’t think the method I use to get Pops to buy me new paints will work for this. I’m telling him that I don’t want to go into the career he’s had planned for me since I was little.”

              “You’re still little,” Stan said, ruffling Angie’s hair.  At this point, it was obvious that Angie would stay at her decidedly below average height; she had never even gotten a formal growth spurt, unlike her brothers. She pouted at him.  “But I know what you mean.  Hmm.  Ford?”

              “Use Pops’ emotions for you against him, yes,” Ford said after a moment.  “But also come in with a fully prepared argument.  Come up with an answer for any possible reason he might give that you should be a teacher.”  Angie nodded.

              “Anything else?”

              “Don’t raise your voice,” Ford said.  Stan nodded.

              “Yeah, I know you like to fight back, but that won’t get you anywhere with Pops.”

              “Got it.”

              “Don’t stress, Ang,” Stan said, putting a hand on her shoulder.  “If anyone could pull this off, it’d be you.  You’re the favorite, after all.”

              “Don’t say that,” Angie mumbled.  “It makes me feel weird.”

              “It’s the truth,” Ford said with a shrug. Angie scowled.

              “That doesn’t make it any better.”

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              Stan sat on the sidewalk where he had been thrown, the duffle bag in his lap heavy.  Tears pricked his eyes.

              Pops had a bag ready.  How long has he been planning on kicking me out?  He took a shuddering breath.  At least Angie didn’t see.  One of the most important tasks he had as an older brother was protecting his baby sister, and that included keeping her in the dark about how bad their father could get.  Stan slowly got to his feet.  The front door slammed open.

              “Stan!” Angie shouted, running out of the building. She tackled Stan in an enormous hug. “What’s- what’s going on?  I heard noise, and Ford said- he said that Pops-”

              “Angela Diane Pines, get back inside!” Filbrick rumbled, appearing in the doorway.  Stan stiffened in fear.  Angie spun around.  She stared at Filbrick with plaintive blue eyes.

              “Pops, is what Ford said true?  Are- are you really kicking Stan out?”

              “Angel, he has to be punished for what he’s done,” Filbrick said.  He walked over and took Angie’s hand.  “You should go back to bed, you don’t do well when you get woken up.”  Angie yanked her hand away.

              “How could you kick out your own son?” she whispered.

              “He ruined Stanford’s shot at that fancy school.”

              “But not on purpose!  Right, Stan?”

              “It- it was an accident,” Stan mumbled nervously. “I was pissed, but-”

              “If I don’t do anything, your brother won’t learn from his mistakes,” Filbrick said firmly.

              “Then punish him some other way!  Don’t put him on the street when he’s still a teenager!” Angie said fiercely.  Filbrick scowled.  Stan quailed, but Angie, who didn’t have much experience being on Filbrick’s bad side, didn’t back down.  “If you’re kicking him out, then- then you’re kicking me out, too!”  Angie grabbed Stan’s hand.  Filbrick’s face went slack.

              “Angie, don’t do this,” Stan whispered to her. “You’ve got a future.  You’re only fifteen!”

              “You’re only seventeen,” Angie said, her voice firm.  “And we’re Pines.”  She gripped Stan’s hand tighter.  “We stick together, even when the world’s against us.”  She looked back at Filbrick.  “Be prepared to lose your youngest son and only daughter, Pops.”

              “I…” Filbrick started.  Angie sniffled loudly.

              “I can’t stay with a father that I know is comfortable kicking out his own son, especially when- when-”  Angie’s voice got choked up.  “When the son he kicked out was born his.  I wasn’t born yours, Pops.”  A few tears began to trace their way down Angie’s cheeks.  Filbrick finally caved.

              “Okay.  I won’t kick him out, angel.”  Filbrick pulled Angie into a tight embrace.  He glared at Stan.  “Go back upstairs.  You can stay, but you’re on thin ice.”  Stan bolted for the door.  When he got to his and Ford’s bedroom, Ford looked up from the West Coast Tech brochure he was staring at.

              “I see Angie convinced Pops to let you stay,” he said numbly.

              “Yeah.”  Stan dropped the duffle bag to the floor.  “She did.”

              “Pops is a fool for not wanting her to take over the shop, if she can get even him to back down.”  Ford threw the brochure in the trash, got up from his desk, and climbed into the top bunk.  He turned away from Stan.

              An hour later, Ford was sleeping, but Stan couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried.  The bedroom door slowly creaked open.  Stan sat up.  He squinted in the darkness.

              “Angie?”

              “Yeah.”  Angie quietly walked over.  She sat on the bed next to him.  “Are- are you all right?”

              “Are you?” Stan asked.  Angie looked at him, bemused.  “You shouldn’t have seen that.”

              “It shouldn’t have happened.”

              “That’s just how Pops is.  Honestly, I’m a bit surprised it’s taken him this long to wanna kick me out.”  Angie stared at him in shock.  “Angie, it’s okay.  I’m okay.”

              “It’s a good thing I was there,” Angie said softly. Stan’s stomach churned.

              “Yeah.”

              It is good she was there.  But why do I feel so weird about it?  Pops likes her best, this isn’t new information.

              “It sucks that you had to get caught in the crossfire.”

              “Hmm?  Oh, you mean when I started crying?” Angie asked.  Stan nodded.  Angie looked away.  “Those tears might have been fake.”  The churning in Stan’s stomach worsened.  “Don’t get me wrong, I was really upset by everything, but I was more angry than sad. It’s just that, well, you know how Pops gets when I cry.”

              “…Yeah.”

              He melts like your Barbie did when it got left in the car a few summers back.

              “Go back to bed,” Stan said after a moment. “He was right, you shouldn’t wake up and then fall back asleep, it’s not good for you.”

              “Fine.  But I did mean it.  Us Pines have to stick together.”  Angie kissed him on the cheek.  “Good night, best brother.”

              “Good night, best sister,” Stan replied.  Angie got up and left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.  Stan laid back down.  Tears sprang to his eyes.

              Why did it take my little sister crying to make Pops let me stay?

[cocos-cocoapuffsarenotforsale]

We’re Having A Pup

MASTERLIST

Pairing(s): Young!Sirius Black x Reader, James x Lily

Summary: Reader finds out she is pregnant with Sirius’s baby and is nervous about telling him. Turns out she had absolutely nothing to be worried about.

Tags: Swearing, Fluff, Pregnancy, Pregnant!Reader, Canon Divergence, AU (James and Lily live, no Azkaban), Insecure!Reader, Insecure!Sirius, Self-Doubt, Happy Ending, OC (Hailey, Harry’s younger sister)

Taglist: @chewymoustachio

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“Lils, how-how did you tell James that you were pregnant?” You ask as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt, nervous about her reaction.

“Merlin Y/N! You’re pregnant?! Like for real pregnant?!” Lily exclaims, running over and practically smothering you in her embrace.

“Yes, like for real pregnant,” you reply with a giggle when Lily finally releases you from the bone-crushing hug. Lily smacks you lightly for mocking her.

“When did you find out?” 

“I found out yesterday morning. I’d been feeling like shit for over a week and Sirius was getting worried. He started badgering me to go to the Healers. So I finally caved and went in yesterday and they told me I was pregnant.” You explain, both you and Lily taking a seat on the sofa.

“So how did you tell James?” You ask again.

“Well with Harry, James was so worried that something was wrong he insisted on accompanying me to the Healers. So he just found out there. But with Hailey, Harry was able to ‘help’. And by help I mean I bought him a shirt that said ‘Big Brother’ and he wore it when James came home from work one day.” Lily explains with a smirk.

“Do you think Sirius will be happy?” You whisper as you feel tears well up in your eyes. What if he doesn’t want a baby? Or worse, what if he doesn’t want a baby with me?

“Of course he’ll be happy. You’ve seen him with Harry and Hailey. Frankly, I’m a bit shocked that you two haven’t had one yet, given his love for kids and his reputation in the bedroom,” Lily teases making you glare at her. 

“But seriously Y/n, he’s gonna be thrilled,” Lily answered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“What if he doesn’t want a baby with me?” You sob into her shoulder. Every insecurity you have bubbling to the surface all of a sudden. Sirius was so handsome and charming, not to mention brilliant. How could he ever want you? How could he ever be happy with you?

“You stop that right now!” Lily commands giving you a gentle shake, as though she’s attempting to vanquish your insecurities for you.

“Sirius loves you and you know it! Of course, he wants a baby with you! He married you for Merlin’s sake!” Lily yelled. You let her words run through your mind and realize she’s right.

“You’re right. Of course, you’re right,” you admit after a couple of minutes of silence.

“But how am I going to tell him-” you begin to ask her when you are cut off by your devilish husband’s entrance.

“Tell who what?” Sirius asks as he saunters into the sitting room.

“Oh, nothing important! Well, I better get going,” Lily says glancing down at her watch. “It’s nearly the kids’ bedtimes and last time I mad James do it alone there was a riot.” Lily gives both you and Sirius quick goodbye hugs. Then she walks over to the fireplace and floos home.

“You alright love?” Sirius asks, his eyes searching yours carefully as if looking for a clue as to what was bothering you.

“What makes you ask?”

“Your eyes. They’re all red and puffy. Love, have you been crying?” He asks taking a step closer to you.

“Well, umm, actually that’s what I was hoping to talk to you about.” You admit, grabbing his hand and tugging him over to the sofa. You take a seat and motion for him to do the same, to which he complies almost instantaneously.

Taking a deep breath you will yourself to just tell him. “Sirius, I-well, Merlin, I don’t know how to say this but-”

“Are you leaving me?” He croaks, interrupting your stuttering mess of words. Your head snaps up to meet his tear-filled eyes, glancing down you see his hands trembling and you feel your heart break a little. How the hell could he think that you would leave him?

“NO! Merlin, NO!” You exclaim, grabbing his shaking hands in yours. “Sirius, I’m not leaving you. I will never leave you.” You reply with such conviction he has no choice but to believe you.

“Then what’s wrong love?” He asks looking slightly baffled.

“Sirius, I’m pregnant,” you admit in a hushed whisper.

“You’re-you’re pregnant?” Sirius choked out looking like he had just been informed of magic for the first time.

“Yes, I’m pregnant.” 

“You’re-we’re gonna have a baby?!” Sirius exclaims jumping to his feet quickly.

“Yes, we’re going to have a baby.” You repeat reminding yourself to be patient with him. After all, you were just as much in shock when you found out as Sirius is now.

“WE’RE GONNA HAVE A PUP?!” Sirius shouts this time jumping up and down and howling in delight. You roll your eyes at his display.

“Yes, Sirius we’re going to have a-wait! Did you just call my baby a pup?!” You shout when you finally registered his words.

“Yes, love. We’re gonna have a pup!” Sirius shouts back before he grabs your face with his hand and plants a hard kiss on your lips. When the two of you finally pull apart you’re breathless and Sirius is running towards the fireplace.

“Prongs! I’ve gotta tell Prongs!!” Sirius shouts running into the fireplace and flooing to James and Lily’s. You giggle at his antics and decide to follow him excited to see James and the kids' reactions.

“Prongs! Prongsie!” You hear Sirius shout when you step out of the fireplace.

“What’s wrong Padfoot?!” James yells as he rushes to meet the two of you by the fireplace.

“Prongs, I’m gonna be a dad! We’re gonna have a pup!” Sirius exclaims, throwing himself into James’s arms.

“I see you told him,” Lily determines as she walks in carrying Hailey on her hip and holding Harry’s hand.

“What’s going on?” Harry mutters, rubbing his drooping eyes.

“Prongs Junior! I’m gonna be a dad! Y/n and I are gonna have a baby!” Sirius says rushing over to Harry and scooping him up in his arms and twirling around.

“Y/n/n’s gonna have a baby?” Harry asks, an enormous smile breaking out on his face.

“Yeah buddy,” you reply with a smile.

“You’re gonna have a pup!” James shouts clapping Sirius on the back.

“I know, we’re having a pup,” Sirius says with a huge smile covering his face.

“Would you stop calling our baby a pup?” You plead exasperated. Sirius chuckles and sets Harry down before walking over to you.

“Sorry love, no can do. We’re having a pup.” Sirius smirks before crashing his lips down on yours and picking you up by the waist and twirling you around.

Well, I guess we are having a pup, you chuckle to yourself. 

[kenzieam]

Beauty and the Blackheart - Chapter One

@jewels2876​​  @moonbeambucky​  @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123​​  @iammarylastar​​@captstefanbrandt​​  @badassbaker​​  @pinknerdpanda​​  

I know I’m forgetting people, sorry. If you want in, hit me.

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Rating: M

Warnings: Language, general nuttiness, smut

Word Count: 2750+

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Okay, so……

Lev, the serious one, is visiting her wild-child twin brother, Clint. There she meets Bucky, a tall, dark, brooding mystery who’s her total opposite in every way. Of course, she’s intrigued even as her mind screams to run for safety, but what could go wrong, right??

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As the seatbelt light shut off, Lev exhaled a deep breath and stood, pulling on her plain white button-down shirt to smooth the wrinkles and drew her backpack from the overhead compartment. Slinging it on her shoulder, she waited quietly to exit, grimacing faintly as a Karen behind her began to object loudly to the order, demanding she and her little darling exit first.

Lev agreed wholeheartedly, about to push the bitch out of the plane herself, boot her offspring out behind her, but held back, taking another deep breath.

Thankfully, no one else seemed inclined to indulge Karen and she subsided with a few indignant, unladylike sounds, falling into line with something resembling humility.

And, thankfully, Karen headed off in the opposite direction once they hit Arrivals. No doubt to find someone else to pay for her inconvenience.

Jesus, that was why she’d chosen Trauma medicine as her specialty, the situations were too life-and-death for such foolishness. Shaking it off, she raised on her tiptoes to see over the crowd, looking for a certain familiar face.

“Hey, Trouble!”

Lev startled, whirling. “Jesus, Clint!”

He laughed gleefully, killing himself and Lev fought a smile, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’re a bastard.” She said, by way of greeting, which only added to Clint’s mirth. Still howling, he slung an arm around her neck, giving her a close-up view of his heavily tattooed forearm.

“I missed you,” he laughed, pressing a messy kiss to her hair, roughing it up just the way he knew she hated.  

The perfect definition of ‘good twin/bad twin’, Clint and Lev were alike only in a shared birthdate and parents. Even from birth it was obvious they were polar opposites; the fair-haired little Clint wild and incorrigible, the darker Levka all seriousness and calm serenity. While Clint could rock and roll for hours past bedtime, infant Lev would settle right away, ignoring the antics of her slightly older brother as he weebled and wobbled the next crib over.

The dichotomy continued throughout their childhood, with Clint deciding to refer to his serious little sister as ‘Trouble’ entirely to illustrate just how ‘un-trouble-like’ she truly was, while he happily answered to anything she threw at him, up to and including ‘you little shit’.

“I missed you, too.” Lev admitted, fighting a grin; although complete opposites, they were inseparable, yin and yang all though their shared lives.

“C’mon.” Clint pulled her towards the luggage carousel, squinting at the rotating bags. “So, which plain black bag is yours?”

Lev made a face, just because he preferred shades electric didn’t make hers plain. Reaching for the familiar case she smirked when Clint whistled.

“Whew, a silver one? Who are you and what did you do with my baby sister?”

“Shut up,” Lev laughed, dropping the case unceremoniously in Clint’s arms, grinning when he grunted under the weight. “Take me home, I’m hungry.”

Clint rolled his eyes, jerking his chin in the right direction as he turned and walked away.

“So, how’s the life of a doctor?” Clint asked as they roared down the highway, perched high in his jacked-up pickup.

Lev grinned. “I’ve just finished my residency, I’m not a true doctor yet.”

“But you will be, soon?”

Lev nodded. “Yeah, I took a few months off but I’m pretty sure I’ll be working with Dr. Hawkins.”

“That ER guy? The one you trained under?”

“He’s the one.”

“What is it with you and that ER trauma stuff?”

“What is it with you and tattoos?” Lev shot back mildly. “You never even had a tattoo until you met Nat out here.”

Clint shrugged, glancing down at his fully inked arms. Ten years ago, when Lev had been heading directly to university after high school graduation, Clint had thrown a duffel bag into his old beat-up Camaro and gone on a road trip, no destination in mind, no real plans. After a while he’d met a similarly spirited woman named Natalie and, after a whole whirlwind week of romance, married her in her hometown city hall, calling afterwards to inform his family that he was surprise! married and moving in with his new wife.

If Clint had been anything less than a Tasmanian Devil all his life, this might have surprised his family, but his parents took the news in quite a blasé way, even laughing as they told Lev during their weekly check-ins.

While Lev had met her sister-in-law a few times in the decade since, it had always been when Clint had flown home to visit, and Lev happened to be home from school as well. She’d never gone out to visit her brother, and these few months after her residency had been the perfect time to remedy that.

“You going to let me give you a tattoo finally?” Clint asked, waggling his eyebrows.

Lev leveled a glare at him. “Are you any good?” It was a joke, and they both knew it. Despite having never touched a tattoo gun until after he’d married Nat, Clint had proved himself an absolute prodigy, joining Nat’s brother and his friend as an apprentice in the local parlour and quickly becoming a startling skilled artist.

Five years ago, that brother-in-law, his friend and Clint had all gotten together to open their own shop, Blackheart Ink and Body Mod, where you could get a wrist tattoo and a nipple piercing all in the same day.

“You know I am.”

“No.”

“C’mon, get a piercing at least.”

“No!”

“It doesn’t have to be visible-”

“Clinton Derrick Barton!”

“Levka Valentina! Or should I say Dr. Levka Valentina Barton!”

“Don’t,” Lev rolled her eyes. “I still say mom was high when she named me, you at least got something normal, which is ironic, since you’re anything but.”

“Love you, little sis.”

“Love you too, ass. Are you taking me to your place?”

“Nah, I thought we’d stop by the shop first.”

Lev hesitated, she felt dirty and wrinkled, always preferred meeting strangers looking her best.

“You look fine.” Clint deadpanned. “Stop worrying.”

Lev huffed at her infuriating brother, pulling down the visor to check herself in the mirror. Frowning, she pinched her cheeks for color, making Clint shake his head and chuckle. Running her fingers through her hair she contemplated grabbing some facial wipes from her backpack, but by then Clint was slowing down, flipping on his signal light.

“Here it is.” He announced proudly, pulling up in front of a large storefront. Painted black, with the shop’s name displayed prominently you would be hard to mistake this as anything but a black hole of debauchery and Clint grinned, elbowing Lev when he saw this in her eyes.

“You’re such a snob.” He teased, laughing.

“And you’re deranged.” Lev lobbed back, sticking out her tongue.

“Do that again and one of the guys will pierce it.” Clint snickered, yanking open the glass door. “Hey assholes, I’m back! Oh, hey Spider, didn’t know you were here, getting a touch up?” Instantly Clint integrated himself into his habitat, heightening the difference between him and his sister, who stood just inside, looking lost.

“Christ, baby. You could introduce her to everyone.” Nat scolded mildly, elbowing Clint as she passed. “Hey, honey. Welcome!” She opened her arms, gathering Lev into a tight hug, pulling back to grin at her. “You look great, Lev. How are you?”

“I’m good, Nat. Thanks. What about you.” Lev replied, grinning, almost stupidly grateful.

“Oh, getting by. These guys keep me busy.” Nat gestured over her shoulder with the flip of a wrist, which seemed to be some kind of signal for Clint and a tall blond holding a tattoo gun and leaning over whom she assumed was ‘Spider’ based on the giant Black Widow tattoo on his bald head, to start hooting like monkeys. Nat’s gesture morphed instantly into the bird, which she doubled by adding her other hand when she spun to face the men. “Oh, shut the hell up!” Glancing back at Lev she grinned fondly. “See, barbarians and fools.”

“Hey.” Spider protested with a grin.

“And bikers.” Nat teased back, taking Lev’s hand and pulling her nearer. “Lev, this is Spider, as I’m sure you’ve figured out.”

Lev offered a timid smile, received a crooked grin and wave back, one gold tooth glinting underneath a thick goatee.

“And this big dickhead is my brother, Steve.” Nat continued.

Steve pulled his attention away from Spider’s tattooed bicep and nodded, a surprisingly handsome smile lighting up his face. “Hi.” His deep voice was gentle, a startling contrast to his intimidating bulk, highlighted by a fitted tank top that hugged each muscle and showing miles of velvety, inked skin. A short crewcut showed off strong, clean-shaven features and his blue eyes sparkled with good humor. “So, you’re Clint’s twin sister. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Lev felt her cheeks warm; she could only imagine the stories Clint had told. “Oh, really?” She squeaked, flicking a glance at Clint, who grinned merrily back.

“Uh huh,” Steve turned his attention back to Spider’s arm, wiping carefully at a spot before speaking again. “He says you’re a doctor.”

“Yeah,” Clint broke in, slinging an arm around Lev’s neck. “She can take a look at that growth on your ass-”

“Clint!” Both Lev and Nat screeched, and he yelped as Nat connected with the back of his head.

Steve threw Clint a look, one of mild exasperation and brotherly tolerance before turning his blue eyes back to Lev. “I don’t have a growth on my ass, but maybe you can prescribe your brother some sort of heavy sedative.”

“Hey!”

Steve grinned at him, lessening the dig then winked at Lev. “Welcome, Lev. Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Lev replied, feeling herself relax. He may have looked like a barbarian, as Nat had put it, but Steve seemed to be a kind soul, a genuinely benevolent person.

“I was wondering where you were hiding!” Clint suddenly shouted, pointing as if Elvis himself had just appeared from the back room. “Lev, this is the other third of the Blackheart team, Bucky.”

Lev turned at Clint’s direction and froze, her heart suddenly afflicted with tachycardia.

If she’d thought Steve was big, she was wrong, for Bucky was bigger still. Thick, corded muscles flexed as he paused, brow furrowing slightly as he seemed to be working out what Clint was babbling about. A thick but neatly trimmed beard obscured most of his face, while his chocolate brown hair brushed his shoulders and fell over a pair of startingly blue eyes.

He looks like he could pick me up and snap me in half, Lev thought shakily. She’d seen similar builds and musculature on heavyweight cage fighters, brought into the ER with some gruesome injury after their latest match and she couldn’t be sure if her pulse was racing in fear or something else entirely.

Bucky, the name didn’t belong on such a giant and Lev licked her lips nervously, feeling like she was standing in the entrance of a dark forest, able to hear a low growling from inside.

The silence in the shop was suddenly overwhelming to Lev, she could feel her heartbeat making ripples in the surrounding air and she stumbled to speak.

“Hi,” it came out little better than a squeak, broadcasting to everyone in the room that she was scared shitless of the newest arrival.

Piercing blue eyes locked on hers and a shadow passed through them, too fast for Lev to understand. He started moving again, lumbering to a workstation closer to where Lev, Clint and Nat stood. The padded stool groaned under his weight as he sat, setting a series of drawings on a light-up tabletop and he grunted, nodding once at her, before returning his attention to his papers.

“Okay,” if this was unusual, Clint gave no indication. “Let me show you around, kid.”

Lev followed obediently, saw Bucky glance up at her once as she passed, then look quickly back down and she hoped she didn’t stink from her plane ride.

In the back was a supply room, large break room and three private rooms. All three men, Clint explained, had a private room for quote ‘nervous’ customers or ‘intimate’ piercings, in addition to their spaces out in the front and the customer was free to choose where they wanted to be, however most decided to stay out front to be a part of the varied conversations that flowed like cheap beer.

“So, you all do body piercing too?” Lev clarified, eyeing a clearly sterilized and sealed tray in what Clint had said was Bucky’s room.

“Yeah,” he answered, peeking over her shoulder. “Bucky does the most of the three of us, but we all do a fair bit. Why, you thinking about one?” He elbowed her and snickered, then grabbed the side of her head and pressed a loud kiss to her temple. “Shit, I missed you little sis. It’s been too long!”

Lev agreed, for all their differences, there was nobody Lev loved more than her infuriating twin brother and smiled at him, leaning in for a quick hug.

Clint squeezed her bone-creakingly hard for a moment then released her. “You want to go? You’re probably tired.”

Relief washed over Lev, she’d kill for a shower and nap. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”

“So….” Lev began, then wished she’d kept her damn mouth shut. Steve, Nat and Spider had bid her goodbye with friendly calls and waves, while Bucky had continued to glower, like a toad on a stump, Lev thought sourly and it had continued to bother her, even as they left Blackheart in the rear-view.

“So?” Clint asked leadingly, cocking a brow in question as he kept most of his attention on the road. The truck rumbled underneath them, the obligatory air freshener, in the iconic silhouette of a Trucker Girl, swinging from the rear-view mirror.

“Is Bucky always that talkative?” She gritted her teeth, hating herself instantly for asking. Clint could take this as anything from a dig at his friend’s personality to a thinly veiled show of interest and, with her luck, he’d assume the latter.

“Yeah….” Clint drew out the word, as if considering what to say next. “Just be careful around him, little sis.”

Lev jerked her head to stare at him. What was he talking about? Had he opened a business with a convicted murderer or something?

Clint chuckled, reading her horrified gaze correctly. “Nothing like that, kid. Buck’s just…. intense. He parties hard, lives hard. Nicest guy you’ll ever meet if you’re a friend, but I’ve never seen him with the same girl more than once or twice.”

Oh. That was crystal clear. Hands off.

“I didn’t-”

“No judgement,” Clint interrupted. “But we all know he’s a handsome guy and you wouldn’t be the first to get burned if you tried to touch him.”

Sometimes, a completely different side of Clint appeared; a stable, rational man and Lev knew better than to waste that guy’s wisdom by not listening the rare times he did surface.

“Don’t worry, though. He’s alright. He won’t, like, try anything with you. You’re not his type.”

“Oh, really?” The sand in the Sahara was wetter than Lev’s voice.

“Yeah,” Clint nodded, signalling to turn down a residential street, waiting until an old lady hobbled slowly through the crosswalk. Lowering the window, he leaned his head out. “You need a hand, Sylvia?”

Sylvia peered upwards to see the speaker then smiled. “No, dear boy. I’m fine. Thank you, though.”

Clint sat back upright, completing the turn and glanced sideways at Lev’s surprised look. “What? She’s a nice old lady, asks us to fix little things around her house, brings cookies by the shop.”

Lev grinned, warmed by her brother’s sudden display of heart then remembered their earlier conversation. “Not his type, huh?”

“Nah,” Clint took the change of subject easily, turning into the driveway of a modest little Craftsman. The only hint that someone like him lived there was a ‘Tattoo Gods Only Parking’ sign above the garage door. “You’re too buttoned-up, too serious. He dates girls that can twist cherry stems into knots with their tongues and deep throat like a porn-star.”

“Ewww!”

Clint shrugged before gesturing out the windshield. “We’re here!”

[sunshinejs]

Young & In Love

A/N: this was inspired by a Tik Tok video I saw! The woman said her husband replaced her old wedding ring with a new one and I thought it was the cutest thing in the whole world. 

So here’s 1am me in my feels (because it’s fluffy hours ladies and gents).

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Word count: 1.8k -ish

Connor was smiling to himself the entire time he drove him. He could feel the little box resting in his jean pocket from his trip to the mall with Dylan about 30 minutes ago.

“Why are we in a ring shop?” Dylan asked as soon as they stepped into the store.

Connor ignored his question and went up straight away to one of the sales person who wasn’t attending any customers “Hi” She beamed at him “How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for a wedding ring” Connor smiled nervously “Not something with a big diamond but also, not something too small”

She nodded and escorted them to the other side “These are some of our best collection. Our customers mostly tend to pick from this section. Why don’t you have a look around and let me know if you find anything that you like!”

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Dylan questioned, raising an eyebrow as he studied his brother carefully, who paid no attention to him “Because the last time I checked, you’re already married to a woman, who is the best sister I could ask for and have the cutest princess waiting for you at home”

Connor looks up and rolled his eyes “It’s not what you think, Dyl”

“Okay… So, explain to me why the fuck are we in a ring shop and looking for a wedding ring?”

You and Connor were about 24 now and have been married for about 5 years. You were 19, young, in love and also, broke. You two were blessed that both parents approved of the wedding however, Connor knew the ring he proposed with was not what you deserved.

You’ve told him countless times that the ring didn’t matter. You wouldn’t even care if he proposed with a candy ring because you’d still say yes. A ring doesn’t matter to you. What matters is the man that you want to spend your whole life wife.

Even so, Connor made a promise to himself to work hard. He’d graduate from college, get a decent job so he could let his family live comfortably. He made a promise that he’d save enough money to buy you a ring that you truly deserved.

“You know we got married really young, right?”

“Yeah,” Dylan nodded “What does that have to do with this?”

“The ring I gave her when we were 19… It wasn’t enough, Dyl” He explained “I couldn’t afford much back then and I couldn’t give her a ring that she deserved and I made a promise to myself that I’d work hard to buy her something nicer”

A smile made its way to Dylan’s face “She still makes you feel the same way as she did when you two were 17, huh?”

Connor shrugged his shoulders as he scans through the rings on display “Nothing’s changed” He confirmed “And I don’t think it ever will”

Dylan spotted the perfect one, tapping on his brother’s shoulder “Think that suits her?”

Connor stared at it and he could already imagine it fitting your finger perfectly “Yeah” He nodded “That’s definitely the one”

Connor unlocked the front door and stepped in, closing the door after himself and turning to lock the knob. He untied his shoes and placed them on the shoe rack before walking in the living room.

He found you on the floor; sprawled on the blanket as you slept, with your little girl in your arms. Connor smiled to himself as he kneeled down and tapped your shoulder softly “Baby?”

“Hm?” You hummed in response and slowly opened your eyes. You smiled sleepily at him “Hi babe, how was dinner with Dylan?”

“Was good” He replied as he lied down next to you and slowly took his princess in his arms “He says hi and he misses you two”

You chuckled lowly and moved closer to him, running your fingers through your daughter’s hair “Yeah, think our little missy here misses her Uncle Dylan too”

“We could always ask him to babysit her” Connor offered “And go on a date or something. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“A date?” You smiled at the thought of it “Sounds like a plan, bubs. Haven’t been on a date in a while so that might be nice”

“Tomorrow?” He asked. Tomorrow, he’ll do it.

“I’m okay” You nodded, yawning a little as you cuddled to his side “Can we just sleep out here tonight? ‘M too lazy to move, love”

Connor chuckled lowly as he turned his head to press a kiss to your head “Sure, baby. I’ll just wash up and come cuddle up my girls in a bit”

xxx

After explaining to Dylan, he gladly accepted to babysit his precious niece. He knew you and Connor haven’t had alone time from your daughter for the longest time and he also knew Connor was going to do something big for your date night.

Connor acted like how he did when he first took you out on a date; he picked up a bouquet of your favourite flowers, gave you countless compliments and took you back to the restaurant where it all started.

Juggling work and having a baby daughter was not easy and you two were still learning. You obviously loved being parents and wouldn’t have it any other way but you appreciated nights like this when you and Connor could act like the teenagers you once were, even if it was just for a couple of hours.

“That was a good dinner” You sighed happily as you stumbled into your apartment hours later “I’m full”

“I hope you’ve got some room for dessert” His smile widens as you shook your head immediately “Wait out in the balcony for me?”

“Here I thought that was the end of our date… Guess you’re still a romantic guy, Brashier” You teased and headed towards the sliding door.

Connor took out the chocolate covered strawberries from the fridge and the little ring box from one of the drawers in the kitchen that he managed to hide unnoticedly before heading to where you were.

“Your favourite, ma’am” He grinned as he slides down next to you.

“You’re honestly the best, Brash” You giggled softly and picked up a strawberry, offering it to him “Thanks again for tonight, bubs. I really had a good time”

“Anything for you, love” Connor muttered softly “We needed it, honestly… Being parents is pretty tiring, huh?”

“Not going to lie” You nodded, taking a bite of the strawberry “But no regrets?”

“None” He agreed “Will never regret our little princess”

“Soon enough she’s going to turn 5 and then 10… And then she’s off to college” You smiled softly “And probably meet the love of her life”

“Not on my watch, no” Connor shook his head “We’re going to follow her on every little date she has”

“No need to be overdramatic, Brash” You rolled your eyes playfully “We were 17 when we met and you didn’t understand why my dad was still so protective over me”

“Alright fine… But if anyone hurts her then I’m going on a hunt”

“Whatever you say”

Connor looks at you, full of adoration and love, which made you raise an eyebrow and smiled, questioning “Why are you looking at me like that, Brash?”

“Can’t I just admire my lovely wife?” He asked defensively “Who I love so much”

“You most certainly can” You laugh, nodding “But you’ve got a look in your eyes that I only see whenever you’re nervous so… What is it?”

He cleared his throat and held his hand out “Give me your ring” Connor ordered but you could see the playfulness in his eyes.

“What?” You asked dumbfoundedly. Some part of you knew he was joking but another part of you was starting to worry “Why?”

“Just give it to me” He smiled and you could clearly see that he was trying to do something “Please?”

“Is this because I snore loudly?” You asked, raising an eyebrow “Is that why you want your ring back? Because hey, I’ll see someone about it if that’s going to fix whatever issue you have against me, Brash”

“Just give it”

“Alright, alright” You said, slipping the ring off your finger and immediately felt bare. It was the first time in 5 years since you took it off and it felt weird.

Connor stood up and held his hand out to you as you accepted. After he pulled you up, he got down on one knee, which made you even more confused “Con, what are you doing?”

He looks up at you, smiling “5 and a half years ago, I proposed to you with this ring… Even though I couldn’t afford much, you still said yes and you didn’t care about having any diamond ring as long as we’d be together forever”

“We’re not even halfway through of our lives together as husband and wife but yet you’ve already given me so much” Connor continued and you felt your heart fluttered at his words “You’ve given me so much love, stayed by my side and gave me the most beautiful daughter I could ever ask for”

“I made a promise to myself that I’ll work hard to give you what you deserve and…” He took a deep breath and slipped out the ring box from his pocket. You felt numbed as Connor opened the box, revealing the prettiest ring you’ve ever seen “So, here’s me keeping that promise I made because this, this is what I should’ve given to you when I proposed to you”

“Connor,” You gasped softly and felt the tears in your eyes “What…”

“I promise to continue loving you for the rest of our lives, baby” Connor looked at you with tears in his eyes “I’ll continue to make you laugh when you need it, be your shoulder to cry on, raise more kids with you… Everything that you do, I’ll be there with you, by your side, always. As long as I’m alive, that is a promise I will never break”

“I love you, you dofus” You sniffled “I love you so much”

He took the ring out of the box and slipped it on your ring finger. You kneeled down as well, pressing your lips against his.

“I can’t believe you bought me a new ring” You muttered softly, resting your forehead against his “I don’t deserve you, Connor Brashier”

“Hey, I’d give you the whole world if I could” Connor argued “You’re my girl and I’d do anything to make you happy”

“The ring you gave me was already enough, Con, but thank you” You smiled before looking down at your new ring “It’s so pretty”

“Isn’t it?” He hummed “Dylan picked it out but I knew it was the one for you”

“Can I have my old ring back though? I still feel naked without wearing it, babe”

Connor laughs softly before passing it to you.

You now wore the old wedding ring on a chain as a necklace and like your new ring, you never took it off again.

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Shenanigans on the High Seas

from @trensu​, the blog that brought you WangXiantics, and from that other blog that just, like, screams a lot in the tags, comes the AU that we all desperately need because, frankly, we’re a little dehydrated from crying over the Nie Bros (drumroll please)

PIRATE AU!!!

You know you want it

the Zidian is Jiang Cheng’s ship. he inherited it from his mother, who was known as the Violet Spider, Scourge of the Seven Seas

before she retired, Captain Yu had two first mates she’d trained since childhood, Wen Qing and Luo Qingyang

after Captain Yu retired they got married and are now Pirate Wives with an-all female crew aboard the Yiling Matriarch

her bright red sails are just as feared as the purple sails of Zidian or the sable sails of Ghost General

any man who sets foot on the Matriarch best be prepared to lose it, and the leg it’s attached to

rumour has it that every carpenter from beijing to budapest pays the Matriarch a commission, for keeping them in work making peg legs, but that’s just a rumour

JC captains the Zidian alongside his first mate Jiang Yanli

the rumours about her say that she’s the reason there’s so little murdering done by those aboard the Zidian

but the crew know she once ordered a captive tied to a chunk of bait and thrown overboard near Shark Reef Bay

granted, she let the crew fish him back out after the first bite, and Jin Zixun never said another word about Captain Wei Wuxian until he was ransomed

but still

speaking of WWX, he captains the Ghost General, though far from doing any actual captaining he’s usually to be found up in the crow’s nest with a bottle of rum and his flute

luckily, his trusted first mate Wen Ning is more than capable of handling the General

his very favourite targets are the Jin Company’s slave traders, and most of his crew are former captives who chose to stay with him after their rescue

regardless of how drunk he might be, no one can fight like Captain WWX, except perhaps JC and JYL, they did grow up together after all!

because WWX was a foundling fished from the wreckage of a vanquished merchant ship by the Violet Spider at age 6 and taken to the island hideaway where her lover, former merchant sailor turned stay-at-home-dad Jiang Fengmian, is raising their two children

because this is a HAPPY AU DANGIT, and we deserve ONE AU where these two don’t traumatise their children

Captain Yu and JFM are in fact very, very happy together and raise little WWX together alongside JYL and JC

Captain Yu and JFM met when she raided his ship

he offered himself and all the gold aboard in return for his crew’s lives

she thought him rather striking and went about setting him up on a little island she knew, very out of the way, where she can visit as often as she likes

JFM is DELIGHTED by this turn of events, which he loudly denies has anything to do with Captain Yu’s famed skill with a whip

while JFM was settling into his sugar baby life, his crew were returning back to their home port to report to JFM’s business partner, Lan Qiren, that the Violet Spider had killed JFM and taken all their gold

LQR, who had secretly been in love with his best friend and business partner for years, declares the Violet Spider his ARCH NEMESIS and sets about trying to destroy her

when his brother and sister-in-law die and leave his two nephews in his care he ropes them into the feud

the Lan Brothers both join the merchant navy and are the very most eligible bachelors polite society has to offer

they hate all pirates of course but especially the unholy trio of Zidian, Ghost General, and the Yiling Matriarch

this makes it VERY awkward when Lan Wangji finds himself THROWN OVERBOARD during a terrible storm, rescued by WWX, and dragged aboard the General

at first, recognising the uniform, WWX keeps LWJ under his eye by tying their wrists together with a length of rope for absolutely no other reason definitely not cause he’s cute, nope, no sir

later, LWJ manages to snatch a sword and an EPIC DUEL ENSUES *cue he’s a pirate (main theme) from PotC here*

they’re in the rigging, they're sliding down the sails, they’re fighting up and down the deck

LWJ is HORRIFIED to realise at one point that WWX is laughing

even worse, he, LWJ, is having fun??? wtf he’s never had fun in his life how dare

after the fight ends in a draw LWJ and WWX come to an Understanding and have many deep and meaningful conversations as they sail back towards port

both of them fall madly in love of course, but Pirate!WWX and Midshipman!LWJ are just as emotionally dense as the OG varieties so there’s A LOT of pining

Seriously- so. much. pining

they probably battle a sea monster at some point because that’d be sick

finally, they arrive back at the port and WWX asks (sadly, because pining) where he should leave him and LWJ says (sadly, because pining) that any of the Gusu Cloud piers is fine

and WWX laughs because how funny! my dad used to be a merchant sailor for the Gusu Cloud Company

which is how LWJ discovers that the ‘dad’ WWX has been telling stories about for literal WEEKS is actually his uncle's now not-so-long-lost-love!because they are both Disaster Drama Gays™ they decide they simply MUST do this Right. After all, it’s an Epic Reunion™!!!

LWJ convinces his uncle to come out sailing with him (even though LQR has not boarded a ship since JFM was lost, cue sweeping nostalgic music and distant stare into montage of the two of them in their Youth)

they row him blindfolded out to the island where JFM and Captain Yu live and the moment LQR sees JFM it’s jaws to the floor.

there are tears

JFM puts his hands on LQR’s shoulders and says ‘my old friend. you never said’

they hug

it’s adorable

don’t roll your eyes it’s adorable and you know it

Captain Yu and LQR still Do Not Get Along

their Epic Rivalry™ continues but now it’s just morphed into them trying to outdo each other in displays of affection

JFM’s little island house soon holds more jewels, gold, fine silk, and artwork than half the royal coffers of europe

family dinners are a DELIGHT

JC freaking runs whenever his father hosts Captain Yu and LQR for dinner

because 1) god dad, you're so embarrassing, and 2) HE DOES NOT WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING THEY GET UP TO BEHIND CLOSED DOORS THANKS

JYL thinks it's sweet and loves seeing her dad so happy

WWX does the pirate-time equivalent of a bro fistbump with JFM, like, NICE.

LWJ is very quiet but secretly loves it because he, as we all know, is That Bitch

‘A wedding! I love it! drinks all round!’ – WWX, probably, when the three finally announce they’re getting married

the wedding is WILD

there’s a whole lot of dancing, WWX is in the thick of it of course

LWJ wants so badly to ask him to dance but he still hasn’t told him how he feels (because emotionally dense disaster gays, remember?)

he finally has to go outside after WWX somehow convinces LQR to dance a jig with him which means WWX has officially asked everyone to dance except him

he goes and sits in the tidal rockpool, and his billowy white shirt is all wet and see through when WWX comes stumbling out of the party calling for him

WWX sees LWJ silhouetted by an endless horizon of ocean and stars and dies. he's quiet for the first time in his whole life

then LWJ turns and sees him so of course WWX has to go down and talk to him. he may be a pirate but he’s not a barbarian (unlike some certain nies we could name but won’t he’s definitely not still salty about the arm wrestle incident with Captain Nie’s ‘little brother’ eh he’s not much of a fighter but he’s great with languages yeah right his wrist still hurts sometimes bloody barbarians)

‘ah lan zhan lan zhan! you aren’t allowed to run away; we haven’t had a dance yet. even your uncle danced with me surely you can’t say no!’ *pouts*

lwj.exe has stopped working

but of course he can’t deny WWX anything so he makes to head back inside

now wwx.exe has stopped working

because to HELL if he’s sharing wet LWJ in a see though white shirt with the rest of those imbeciles

‘ah, um lan zhan lan zhan we can hear the music from here just fine can’t we? let’s just dance right here?’

and of course LWJ says yes

so the two of them just dance together on the edge of the ocean, waves lapping over their bare feet

until a particularly big one knocks them flat (listen, it’s a trope for a REASON dagnabbit)

WWX ends up sprawled over LWJ’s chest and he’s laughing and apologizing

but LWJ is just looking at him, wreathed in stars, eyelashes so wet and glittering, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

WWX notices how still he is and they just pause for a moment and stare at each other

doesn’t really matter who kisses who but they are kissing and it’s wet and salty, there is sand in their teeth, and they absolutely do not give a flying dutchman

they don’t even register the cheers and catcalling until JC runs up and dumps a bucket of water over their heads

because dammit he hasn’t spent months running out of every room his parents and LQR are in just to watch his big brother pop his cherry get it on on the beach

the rest of the gang are all watching from the porch

WN and LXC look very awkward and embarrassed

JYL looks fond and is shaking her head

JC meanwhile is having a heated argument with WQ because there were bets on you see

WQ ‘pouring a bucket of water over them is cheating I’m not paying you one penny JC’

JC ‘I’m a pirate why on earth would you expect me to play by the rules pay up Captain’

WWX and LWJ sneak away while they’re all arguing

The General has one new crew member when she next sails out

ANYWAY married gay pirates wangxian having adventures AU is what we’re saying

Also for your consideration other delightful Pirate!AU options include:

naval officer!lwj chasing down pirate!wwx (think norrington/sparrow if Disney weren’t COWARDS);

high society!lwj in love with blacksmith-turned-pirate!wwx (the Elizabeth Swann/Will Turner dynamic, except with Swann in the forge fight because we said so);

davy jones!lwj pining for calypso!wwx (carving your heart out = chest brand anyone? seriously, just imagine LWJ setting foot on dry land for the first time in 13, 16, 10 YEARS, playing the song he’s composed for his love and WWX IS NOT THERE!!!!) 

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The Gallant One

September 29, 2020

Prompt - Write a part of your story that could’ve been different if it was told by someone else.

Characters - Miles, Butchy, Mick, Lela

Notes - This is the pain in the butt that got deleted. I couldn’t remember all of it, so it definitely isn’t as long as I know it had been, but I really tried to get it all in here. The ending is very different from the first one I had done, but I think it wraps up nicely.

It all happened so fast. The race was going fine up until that moment. Mick had been able to convince Butch to race Xander; how she did that with no recollection of their relationship, nobody really knew, but we didn’t fight them about it, anyway. They were racing down one of the only strips of road in town that the police allowed everyone to use for races. Butchy had taken the lead from Xander and it seemed like that would be how the race ended. I guess we were wrong.

We all watched in horror when Xander hit the tail of Butchy’s motorcycle just hard enough to throw him off and lose control of his bike. I don’t really remember what happened after that, but the one thing I do remember was Mick screaming next to me. She had all but collapsed on the ground. How did anyone expect her not to? Butchy was the love of her life. I know I drove her down to him, but my memory of that night between the accident and us getting to the hospital is pretty spotty.

It wasn’t until we were watching the ambulance leave with Butchy that she told me, with hot tears running streaks down her face, that her memories had returned in full. I didn’t know what to tell her.

I had stayed with Mick in the waiting room. Lela had come in to wait with us after a while as she couldn’t drive herself with all those tears and, one by one, everyone else joined us in the waiting room, even the beach bum surfers. Lela had looked numb, almost unfeeling, but who was I to judge her? I was in the same state. Lela had sat on my right side as I’d had Mick on my left, curling herself into a ball on the chair and resting her head on my shoulder. She had already lost her mom and her dad was in jail, who would take care of her if Butchy... if he died.

The thought of that being a possibility had made my head spin. I had been the cause of all of this. I had seen Mick stumbling down the beach and called out to her, she lost her balance and fell, hitting her head hard enough to lose her memories. If I hadn’t tried getting her attention that night, she never would’ve lost her memories, Butchy and I wouldn’t have argued, she never would’ve told him to race, and he wouldn’t be in the condition he was in. It all came back to me. If he were to die, it would be because of me.

I couldn’t handle even the thought of that.

Ever since coming here, I’d known Butchy. He had always been the one I looked up to. He was a great big brother to Lela, a good friend to everyone he came in contact with, and the best kind of person to be around. He taught me how to ride motorcycles and was very patient with me while I adjusted to living in St. Pete. He took me into his home and treated me like a brother. He cared deeply for everyone that came into his life, regardless of who or what they were. He was everything I aspired to be in life... He couldn’t die. Not now and certainly not like this.

We were able to see him after his surgery. Lela was the only one allowed in at first as she was his next of kin. Lela was ready to fight the hospital staff after they told us that Mick didn’t count as “next-of-kin” since they weren’t married yet, but she kept herself in check better than I anticipated. She insisted that the rest of us had to be allowed in as we were family too, but the hospital staff claimed there was a three person limit for cases like Butchy’s, so she took both Mick and myself in. It was better than waiting in the waiting room for answers.

Lela had learned to keep her emotions in check for things like this, something I think we both had gotten from Butchy over the years. For all the time I’d known her, Mick had never been that kind of person. She always kept her emotions on display for everyone to see; a voice in the back of my head laughed faintly, maybe that was the reason Mick was so bad at poker.

Mick and Lela had sat next to him, holding his hands and staring at him in the faint hope that he’d open his eyes and talk to them as though nothing had happened. The kicked puppy look they both wore was almost too much for me. Both of them were my little sisters, I had pretty much adopted them into my family as they had with me. I hated seeing them like that. I hated being in the hospital too, but at the same time, I knew I couldn’t leave.

I had to be there.

After a while, the hospital tried to kick us out with the excuse that Butchy was stable and visiting hours were going to be over in ten minutes. Mick and Lela said their goodnights to Butchy before helping each other out of the room. I stayed behind, waiting until they had left the room before taking up the spot next to Butchy’s bed. He didn’t look like himself. He looked trapped under all of the wires, cords, and tubes that were working on keeping him alive. 

I took a look at him - the first good sight of him I’d had since the accident - and almost wished I hadn’t. His face was only mildly scraped as his helmet had prevented his face from hitting the ground, but a line of stitches marked from his jaw to his left cheekbone. His shoulder looked almost dented in from where he’d hit the tree after being thrown from his bike, but with all of the bandages I couldn’t be sure if it was as bad as I thought it was. His leg was in a cast and a childlike part of me wanted desperately to sign it as nobody else had yet, but I held back in favor of sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. He looked broken, something I never wanted to see.

After sitting for a moment and just watching him, I took up his hand the way Lela and Mick had, but all it did was make me feel worse. The last time we’d interacted, I’d told him off for ignoring Mick. Is that how he’d remember me? I hoped not. He was like the older brother I always wished I’d had; I wanted nothing more than to make him proud. To see him lying there, motionless and dead to the world, made my chest tighten.

I sat there for a few minutes, glancing back and forth between Butchy and the monitors that showed his vitals. It was never this quiet with Butchy around. I didn’t like it one bit. I don’t remember what exactly I said to him, but I know I started talking until my throat hurt, apologizing for what I said before, even though I knew, deep down, that he’d already forgiven me. He always did. Even when I ran over his foot the first time I rode a motorcycle or when I got into a fight and he had to drag me back home and clean me up or even the time when I stole his bike in the middle of the night to try bringing my brothers to live with us and ended up totaling it. He always forgave and forgot, it was just the way he lived.

“Butch,” I began quietly, my throat still ached after rambling on and on to his motionless body. “Please don’t go. You can’t leave us yet, man, you still have so much to live for.”

I received no response from Butchy. What exactly did I expect?

“I’m sorry for what I said,” I continued. I could feel my throat getting tighter as I went, but I didn’t care. “You know I’ll never forgive myself even if you do. I know this whole thing never would’ve happened if I’d kept my mouth shut.”

I tightened my hold on his hand, shifting my grasp so it was like when we used to arm wrestle. “Fight this, big guy. I’ll do whatever it takes to help Lela and Mickie through this, but I think you and I both know that I’m not going to be in the best mindset either.”

Slowly, but surely, I pushed myself off the edge of the bed and set his hand down on the hospital mattress, still holding on, just in case. In case of what, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I didn’t want to let go just yet. The nurse popped her head in briefly, telling me I had five minutes left before I would have to leave. I just nodded at her and turned back to Butchy.

“I have to go, Butch.” I cleared my throat, feeling a sting of pain as I did. “I’ll take care of the girls, okay? Just like you do. Please come back to us, we all need you. The Rodents, Lela, Mick, and, heck, even the surfers, they all need you to come back. I need you to come back. You still have so much to teach me, so you can’t leave us just yet, alright?”

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I couldn’t ignore the burning in my eyes and the tears falling from them any longer. “Gosh, I sound like a baby, don’t I?” I sighed with a chuckle. I used the sleeve of my shirt to wipe my face before returning my gaze to Butchy. I nearly jumped back as my eyes met his. “Butch?” I asked quietly.

He blinked in return. “You hear me?” Another blink. He managed a small smirk under the oxygen mask, so I smiled in return. “Don’t do that to me, man! Any more surprises like that and I’ll end up in the hospital bed next to you!”

Butchy lightly squeezed my hand, but it was enough for me. The laugh I let out was watery and I could feel the pressure in my throat return as more tears fell, but I couldn’t care less. Nobody else was here to see me, after all. All that mattered was that he was there and he didn’t seem like he was giving up on us any time soon.

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He seemed to be doing better, the first couple of days. We’d all been taking turns doing watch duty, keeping an eye on Butchy all hours of the day, to the point where the hospital staff didn’t even try to kick us out at night. I guess you could say we were persistent, but I think one or two of the guys threatened the staff with whatever knives or other weapons they had on them. I had taken up the evening shifts so that Lela and Mick wouldn’t try to, but it was a battle I knew I’d lose eventually.

Two days after the accident - the third day of Butchy being in the hospital - Mick had to go back to her home as, if she didn’t she would’ve gotten stuck here permanently. I almost regret telling her to take a day to sleep. She hadn’t gotten any sleep at all the day after the accident - neither had I, to be frank, but I knew she needed it more than I did. Maybe it would’ve been better if she had stayed. Maybe Butchy would’ve been better if she’d stayed. I think Butchy would’ve preferred her company over mine - she was his fiancée after all - but when I brought took out the book I’d been reading and read it aloud to him, he seemed to enjoy having me there.

Mick hadn’t returned by lunchtime on the fourth day. I assumed her delay was due to her parents, but she later told me that she had passed out after arriving at her home that evening and hadn’t woken up until late afternoon on the fourth day. The fourth day was the most memorable to me. I was on watch duty that day as most of the crew was either in school or at work, but it was my day off. I told everyone that I’d be there all day and still do my night shift, so I knew nobody would be coming apart from maybe Lela after school got out.

I had, once again, brought my book from home that day, an old copy of Gone With the Wind that I’d gotten when I first got to town, deciding that I would read it to Butchy yet again. The doctors said that my talking to him and reading to him would help with his mental state, so I continued with it every day. Butchy always seemed more interested in the book the more I read, but we were usually interrupted when the nurses came in to change the dressings on his shoulder and back. That day, however, they told me to keep going to distract Butchy from any pain he might’ve been in, but with whatever pain medications they had put him on before coming in to change his dressings, he looked higher than a kite.

“’The suspicions which tore at him were too terrible to be put into words,’” I started reading. Butchy closed his eyes tightly as the nurses prodded at him. 

That reading of Gone With the Wind only lasted for a minute while they worked on cleaning Butchy up before one of them said it looked like the wounds were infected. I stopped reading and asked what they meant by that and all they would tell me was that it wasn’t good. My eyes just had to roll at that because, even though I was definitely not a medical professional, even I could tell that an infection of any kind wasn’t good. They had told me to continue reading while they retrieved a doctor, so I went back to Butchy’s side and continued with the reading.

Not long after, I got to one sentence that made me stop altogether. It was exactly how I felt about the whole situation we were in right now. I had caused this whole thing, after all. If I hadn’t spoken out to Mick that night, she wouldn’t have lost her memory, she never would’ve told Butchy to race Xander and, in turn, the race never would’ve happened. Butchy would never have ended up here if I’d kept my mouth shut. I was snapped from my thoughts as Butchy made a small noise. I looked to him, catching his eyes almost instinctively. He was staring at me and I could see the concern in his eyes. I guess I’d been quiet for too long.

I cleared my throat and continued reading,  “"I have caused all this," he thought despairingly. "I have driven her to this."” 

Before I even got to finish that chapter - I only had two paragraphs left - they had come back into the room and wheeled him away to be poked and prodded by more doctors.

I wasn’t entirely sure what to do after that. I tucked a bookmark into the book, determined not to get any further than where I had read to Butchy. I wasn’t going to leave the hospital, I wasn’t hungry at all, so the cafeteria was out of the question as well, and I wasn’t in the mood to sit in the window and watch people drive by. Deciding to let Lela know what was going on, I pulled a quarter from my pocket and tucked the book into the closet where Butchy’s belongings were for safe keeping. I went down to the payphone by the bathroom that I walked by every day and called Lela’s school, asking that they get ahold of her so that she would know what was going on. She told me she would be over after school and I let her know that I’d call again if anything happened.

I returned to Butchy’s hospital room, pulling the book from the closet and perching myself on the windowsill. I waited for an hour before anybody came in the room to talk with me. It was Butchy’s uncle and primary doctor, Antonio; I’d met him quite a few times while living with Butchy and Lela and, over time, he became like family to me just as much as he was to Butchy and Lela. There was a chance that, if the infection spread, it could affect Butchy’s spine and possibly paralyze him. Antonio told me that they had given Butchy a dose of antibiotics and had gotten what they could out of the infection already, so the risk was low, but it was still there nonetheless.

Butchy had always been a strong son-of-a-gun. He’d probably never agree with me on that, but that was fine by me. He was like those gentlemen in the book we were reading; courageous, courteous, and overall gallant.

After a while, Butchy was wheeled back into the room on the same bed he had left on and I went back to the chair I’d sat in before they took him away. Upon meeting his gaze, I took note of the fact that he still looked doped out on whatever they’d put him on, but not nearly as much as he had been. There was a small sense of understanding mixed with pain in his eyes and, although I was upset he was hurting, I was glad he at least knew what was going on around him. After everyone else left the room, I stood so I could meet Butchy’s eyes once again.

“Hey there, brother,” I said with a small smile. “You okay?” Butchy blinked at me a few times before moving his head side-to-side slowly. That was new. “Did you hear them talking about what’s wrong?” One blink, yes. “Is that what’s bothering you?” Two blinks, no. “Are you hurting?” One blink. “Is that it?” Two blinks. “Worrying about Mickie again, are you?” One blink, of course it was.

“I told you already, big guy, she’s home with her parents.” I sighed and sat next to his bandaged arm. “She probably slept in, knowing her. Poor girl barely got any sleep at all after the accident and, when she did, it was mostly nightmares.”

Mick had tried staying with me during the overnight visits I’d done. She’d forced herself to stay awake as much as possible, but ended up sleeping on the windowsill with one of the hospital blankets and my leather jacket on her. She ended up waking up after nearly an hour with silent tears streaming down her face. After calming her down, I had made her sit in my chair instead, letting her hold Butchy’s hand while I read Gone With the Wind to both her and Butchy. Both of them fell asleep not long after, leaving me awake with nobody to talk to. It was nice to see them so relaxed around each other, but Mick was absolutely exhausted the next day. That was the day I insisted she go and rest at her family’s home.

“Mickie is strong, Butch. I don’t think we need to worry about her at all,” I claimed, pushing my hair out of my face. “I’m sure that, when she gets back, she’ll tell us all about her time with her family.”

Butchy relaxed into the mattress, giving me a small, slow nod. I gave his hand a light pat before moving into the chair I’d been sitting in. He slowly shifted his head to see where I was, giving me a smile. I adjusted myself until I was sitting crisscross on the chair, holding up the book so Butchy could see. “Want me to keep going?”

A nod and a smile.

I opened the book to the page we’d left off on, watching as Butchy closed his eyes to listen. He always did that, it seemed. He preferred to listen and use his mind to picture what was happening in the story. I didn’t mind. I preferred it when nobody watched me read, so it all worked out in the end. I started reading the last two paragraphs of the chapter we were on as that was where we had left off before he had been taken away by nurses. As I began reading, I realized that it touched on just how I was thinking earlier. Thinking about Butchy and how strong and brave he really was.

“But, for four years,” I began, “he had seen others who had refused to recognize defeat, men who rode gaily into sure disaster because they were gallant.”

[icariamusing]

CHARACTER BASICS

FACECLAIM: Sebastian Stan

NAME: Wesley Sullivan

AGE: 31

BIRTHDAY: September 27, 1989

OCCUPATION: Coding Engineer

HOMETOWN: Icaria, Greece

PETS: 

POWERS

The ability of strength manipulation. He can enhance someone’s strength or decrease it. 

BIOGRAPHY

(Trigger warning for mentions of domestic violence).

Childhood wasn’t something that Wesley really liked to look back on much. His mother Meredith had honestly done the best that she could, but she was a woman stuck in an unhappy marriage due to her foolish notion of love when she was eighteen. Like many young relationships, when the stress of adulthood hit, the passion was lost along with understanding. Sacrifices and compromises had to be made which made both young adults bitter about dreams they had to push off or cut out all together. It was this unhappiness that led Meredith to cheating on her husband with Ares. He looked like a regular, attractive male in a dive bar, but she would eventually discover that he was a Greek God that was now the father of her child. Not ready to deal with the repercussions of her actions, Meredith lied to Gregory that the baby was his. Elation and excitement once again filled their marriage, and the young mother thought that maybe a baby would get them on the right track again. She silently thanked Ares for his unintentional gift.

That was until around the time Wesley was four and Gregory was laid off from his job. Since he was a man with no college degree finding a job that met his inflated sense of self worth was nearly impossible. Instead of being a man of the house and taking anything he could get in stride to provide for his family, Greg turned to alcohol which made his already nasty temper worse. For the first two years it was just constant yelling in the home. Wesley quickly learned after a string of insults floated his way when he tried to show his father that he could not only spell his name perfectly but count all the way to twenty all on his own. Most fathers would be impressed at this skill being displayed by such a young age, but Gregory just called him a nuisance.

There wasn’t much time for tears though because by six things escalated from screaming to violence. Wesley as a small boy would do all he could to protect his mother, but she either made sure he left or he was easily pushed aside. It was during one horrible night in particular that Wesley discovered just how different he was. His father was belligerent again and ready to start his weekly terror on Meredith. That night Wesley refused to go away and instead firmly stood in front of his mother glaring at the man he long ago stopped calling dad unless he had to. When Gregory tried to push his son away, it felt like a feather tickling Wesley’s skin. Although he wouldn’t understand it until much later in life, that moment was the first time the young boy manipulated someone’s strength.

Fortunately Ares found them again by the time Wesley was seven and helped get them away from Gregory. It didn’t take long for Meredith to become pregnant again, and her son was so excited for a younger sibling. There was anger deep in his heart, but the boy refused to let it show after seeing it so often from his father. Instead he focused on using it to protect his family as much as possible.  When Gianna was born, Wesley tried his hardest to be the best big brother he could be. Sure, they had sibling squabbles sometimes, but the boy always looked out for his sister as much as he could. Life once it was just the three of them turned around drastically. Wesley was able to grow up like a normal kid. He became a great football player, excelled in school, and even got a side job at a pizza place to help his mom with bills from time to time.

Things were going great until his mom died when he was eighteen. Right then, Wesley’s life stopped. Instead of going to Ohio State College on a football scholarship, the boy quickly learned that he was going to Icaria to take care of his sister. Instead of being angry or bitter about it, Wesley just listened to Ares and planned to do whatever he could to give Gianna a good life. So, he went to Icaria University while working at Icaria Books to make sure they had enough money for every day things. They’d gotten a some money from their Mother’s life insurance which Wesley used to cover rent in the small apartment and gave them emergency funds.

Since he spent a good amount of his nights at home watching his sister, Wesley was able to really focus on coding. Computers were always something he loved being on for gaming, so when he learned in college that he could major in coding engineering the boy jumped at the chance. Little did he know just how good he’d be at it. Wesley wound up being one of the best coders in the industry and many application developers were wanting to hire him.

Life was going steadily as he got older. While he loved his sister, he understood her need to leave the island, so he just funneled her money as often as she’d accept it while continuing his own life. He traveled a lot between Icaria and California and was happy being a desirable bachelor until he met Raye. For two years Wesley enjoyed being in love and was so happy that he asked the woman to marry him. Like many previous times in his life though reality pulled him harshly back down to reality. His fiancé not only broke his heart by ending the engagement but cheated on him. After a bad fight, Wesley left in anger and wound up in a car accident which was what brought his sister back home.

I take being a big brother very seriously.

LEX | SHE/HER | 30 | EST

[icarialex]

(Sebastian Stan, CisMale, he/him) ⌇ have you seen Wesley Sullivan around icaria? they are the 31 year old child of Ares. they remind me of computer screens, the smell of sandalwood, dad jokes, and a nicely fitted suit. ( Lex / 29 / EST / she/her )

I refuse to become anything like you. 

Full Name: Wesley Sullivan

Age: Thirty-one 

Birthday: September 27th 

Parents: Meredith Sullivan 

Godly Ability - Wesley possesses the ability of strength manipulation. He can enhance someone’s strength or decrease it. 

I will live up to the reputation of my name. 

(Trigger warning for mentions of domestic violence). 

Childhood wasn’t something that Wesley really liked to look back on much. His mother Meredith had honestly done the best that she could, but she was a woman stuck in an unhappy marriage due to her foolish notion of love when she was eighteen. Like many young relationships, when the stress of adulthood hit, the passion was lost along with understanding. Sacrifices and compromises had to be made which made both young adults bitter about dreams they had to push off or cut out all together. It was this unhappiness that led Meredith to cheating on her husband with Ares. He looked like a regular, attractive male in a dive bar, but she would eventually discover that he was a Greek God that was now the father of her child. Not ready to deal with the repercussions of her actions, Meredith lied to Gregory that the baby was his. Elation and excitement once again filled their marriage, and the young mother thought that maybe a baby would get them on the right track again. She silently thanked Ares for his unintentional gift. 

That was until around the time Wesley was four and Gregory was laid off from his job. Since he was a man with no college degree finding a job that met his inflated sense of self worth was nearly impossible. Instead of being a man of the house and taking anything he could get in stride to provide for his family, Greg turned to alcohol which made his already nasty temper worse. For the first two years it was just constant yelling in the home. Wesley quickly learned after a string of insults floated his way when he tried to show his father that he could not only spell his name perfectly but count all the way to twenty all on his own. Most fathers would be impressed at this skill being displayed by such a young age, but Gregory just called him a nuisance. 

There wasn’t much time for tears though because by six things escalated from screaming to violence. Wesley as a small boy would do all he could to protect his mother, but she either made sure he left or he was easily pushed aside. It was during one horrible night in particular that Wesley discovered just how different he was. His father was belligerent again and ready to start his weekly terror on Meredith. That night Wesley refused to go away and instead firmly stood in front of his mother glaring at the man he long ago stopped calling dad unless he had to. When Gregory tried to push his son away, it felt like a feather tickling Wesley’s skin. Although he wouldn’t understand it until much later in life, that moment was the first time the young boy manipulated someone’s strength. 

Fortunately Ares found them again by the time Wesley was seven and helped get them away from Gregory. It didn’t take long for Meredith to become pregnant again, and her son was so excited for a younger sibling. There was anger deep in his heart, but the boy refused to let it show after seeing it so often from his father. Instead he focused on using it to protect his family as much as possible.  When Gianna was born, Wesley tried his hardest to be the best big brother he could be. Sure, they had sibling squabbles sometimes, but the boy always looked out for his sister as much as he could. Life once it was just the three of them turned around drastically. Wesley was able to grow up like a normal kid. He became a great football player, excelled in school, and even got a side job at a pizza place to help his mom with bills from time to time. 

Things were going great until his mom died when he was eighteen. Right then, Wesley’s life stopped. Instead of going to Ohio State College on a football scholarship, the boy quickly learned that he was going to Icaria to take care of his sister. Instead of being angry or bitter about it, Wesley just listened to Ares and planned to do whatever he could to give Gianna a good life. So, he went to Icaria University while working at Icaria Books to make sure they had enough money for every day things. They’d gotten a some money from their Mother’s life insurance which Wesley used to cover rent in the small apartment and gave them emergency funds. 

Since he spent a good amount of his nights at home watching his sister, Wesley was able to really focus on coding. Computers were always something he loved being on for gaming, so when he learned in college that he could major in coding engineering the boy jumped at the chance. Little did he know just how good he’d be at it. Wesley wound up being one of the best coders in the industry and many application developers were wanting to hire him. 

Life was going steadily as he got older. While he loved his sister, he understood her need to leave the island, so he just funneled her money as often as she’d accept it while continuing his own life. He traveled a lot between Icaria and California and was happy being a desirable bachelor until he met Raye. For two years Wesley enjoyed being in love and was so happy that he asked the woman to marry him. Like many previous times in his life though reality pulled him harshly back down to reality. His fiancé not only broke his heart by ending the engagement but cheated on him. After a bad fight, Wesley left in anger and wound up in a car accident which was what brought his sister back home. 

I take being a big brother very seriously. 

Wesley is a huge goofball. While there is heaviness in his heart from events in his life, he doesn’t like to let anger or bitterness overtake him. He saw what that did to Gregory, and instead just puts his energy in trying to pick things back up again. 

He didn’t have much of a young adult life. Going out drinking with college buddies or partying wasn’t a thing because he was taking care of Gianna. It wasn’t something he really desired though. He found watching his sister grow up and making her happy much more rewarding. 

Wesley is very successful professionally. His work allows him to make a lot of money which he used to buy a large house in Icaria. He also sets money aside for those that he loves whenever possible. 

He’s definitely a guy who likes looking good. He loves a good tailored suit and looking hot whenever possible, but he isn’t a guy that acts like he knows how hot he is. It’s more something he does to make him feel good about himself.  

[brckenwords-blog]

last defense || carlotte

If there was one thing Carter James cared about in his life, it was Charlotte Jackson. She was his best friend, his biggest supporter, the sexiest woman he’d ever met, and without a doubt the absolute love of his life. Which didn’t necessarily mean he was in love with her, except for the fact that he was.

He tried everything: coffee dates, dinner invitations, waiting outside her art classes just to walk around with her; sure that the attention would convince her to give into the attraction he never hid. No, she knew. Even if he hadn’t crudely told her his intentions, she would have known. She felt it too. But all of those little moments added up to bigger moments which added up to the two of them actually becoming friends. His desire never lessened, was never replaced by platonic feelings, but he learned he could have a balance of both. He could love her and be in lust with her. Hell, her could even live with her in a tiny apartment and be okay with the fact that he could hear her through the walls, screaming other people’s names.

Jade was the reason he realized he was actually in love with her. The first time Jade had broken Charlotte’s heart, Carter was incorrigible. Over-protective, angry in ways Charlotte wasn’t, and he wasn’t afraid of making Jade’s life a living hell. He had her car towed, he blocked her school account during finals, even considered paying someone to go into her apartment and trash it. When Charlotte found out, she was angrier at him than she was hurt by Jade, which made no sense to him. He was on her side, he was protecting her, he was…

in love.

It was the only secret he had from her.

Carter James was in love with Charlotte Jackson.

He knew he’d wait for her forever. Not on hold, not celibate and pining like a lost beagle, but the second she breathed his name in the way he’d always dreamed of, there’d be no one else for him. He was hers, through and through. She just needed to take him.

Perhaps that was the reason he’d so easily agreed to be her pretend fiance at her little sister’s wedding. Because, in his mind, it wouldn’t be any different than what he was already doing with her. If he ever married, it would be her. If he ever gave someone a ring, it would be her. If he ever stood with someone’s family and counted himself a part of it, it would be because of her. It didn’t much matter that, right now, it was just a little game to her. For him, it was basically just practice.

Still, practice makes perfect and just because Charlotte decided to “leave the engagement ring at home” and “not draw attention to it” and blah blah blah didn’t mean that Carter had to go along with it. She loved surprises. She had that in common with Chloe, the bride. And Chloe adored him so when he pulled her aside at the rehearsal dinner and whispered in her ear that he had a secret he couldn’t hold onto anymore, she was enraptured completely.

“We haven’t told anyone yet,” Carter said, making a big show of looking around before turned into her as he dug a ring box out of his pocket. Chloe’s eyes went wide and she let out a nearly silent squeal, bouncing on her heels in anticipation. “I asked Charlotte to marry me and she said yes.”

“Oh my god! Oh my god, yes!” Chloe exclaimed, still as quiet as ever but barely contained. “Let me see it! I’m so excited, oh my god.’

Carter smiled to himself, a smirk really; Chloe was definitely on the hook and Charlotte had no idea. He watched Chloe gush over the ring he’d picked out for a moment before slipping it back into his pocket the grabbing Chloe’s left hand, fiddling with her own engagement ring.

“Charlotte was afraid of taking away from your big day,” he whispered and Chloe nodded, “but keeping this a secret… it’s harder than we thought it would be. She wants to be a good sister-”

“Screw that,” Chloe said, shaking her head. “Put that rock back on her finger.”

“Are you sure?” Carter asked, his concern genuine in that he wouldn’t follow through with his plan if Chloe didn’t want him to, but he could feel that he’d get his way. “She asked me to leave it at home, Chlo.”

“That’s because she’s impossible, oh my god, just-,” Chloe sputtered. “Carter, please put that giant rock back on her finger before I do it for you. I’m never going to be able to keep this quiet.”

With that, Chloe practically skipped away back to her own fiance who was surrounded by his groomsmen. When she kissed him with such joy, they clapped and hollered, making Henry blush. Carter watched as Chloe whispered in his ear and Henry scanned the room, caught his eyes, and gave him - of all things - a thumbs up.

A nod would have been cooler, more refined, but Henry had always been a dork. Chloe loved him for it even more.

But now that Carter had the bride and groom’s approval, his bases were covered. Charlotte had no excuse to be mad at him and after all, his spontaneity was one of the reasons she was marrying him, right?

Charlotte stood just off to the side of the dance floor, talking to her oldest sister Caroline - who hated him - when he came up and put his hand on her back. She turned her head towards him, leaning into his touch and he kissed her cheek. Small shows of affection, she’d said as they went over the plan again and again. Nothing big, like we’re trying too hard but it needs to be effortless.

“Hey,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and grazing her cheek with his nose, “can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure. I need a new drink anyway,” Charlotte said just as Caroline tried to interject that they were in the middle of a conversation. She said to her sister, “I’ll be just a second.”

“I’ll give you something to talk about Caroline,” Carter promised, walking just a few paces away before stopping Charlotte in the middle of the room, her hand in his as he took a deep breath.

“Actually, can you just wait here for a second?”

“What?”

Carter just smiled and a few paces away, Chloe appeared with a microphone and handed it to him, the soft music cutting out and the silence calling everyone to attention.

Charlotte just looked at him in confusion, her eyes glancing on once sideways until she was back to watching him. He saw Caroline slip her way to the front of the guests, and just off to the side, the parents stood together with their youngest. Charlotte’s brothers were barely paying attention… everyone was there. Good.

“Charlotte,” Carter said, his voice amplified through the speakers, “I know that we had different plans for this, and I wouldn’t do this at all if Chloe and Henry hadn’t given me permission but.. Baby, it’s too damn hard to keep this secret to myself.”

He went to one knee and the crowd gasped, a stifled thing that almost made him laugh as no one was sure if they were supposed to be horrified or amused. Charlotte, however, looked completely shaken.

“What are you doing?” she said, louder than a whisper but not by much. “Carter what- now- what are you doing?”

“I know I already asked you, and I know you already said yes,” he said, pulling the ring box out of his pocket, watching her eyes grow even larger as he opened the lid to display the pear shaped diamond set into silver, a floating outline of smaller gems around the bottom. He was sure Charlotte had stopped breathing.

“I know you told me to leave this at home, that we would tell everyone later,” he continued as she shook her head, her hand over her mouth in a way that he couldn’t quite tell what she was hiding, “but I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t stand here with your family and not-

His word caught in his throat. Unintended. Strange.

“Charlotte Jackson, my already confirmed fiance,” he said, “will you please just put your damn ring back on so we can tell everyone we’re getting married?”

She laughed that smoky laugh, her hand coming to down to show her bright smile and her eyes were nearly overwhelmed with tears of some kind. But she held her hand out, nodding as he slipped the ring she’d never seen before onto her finger.

“You’re a jackass,” she said, helping him stand up.

“You kiss your fiance with that mouth?” he retorted and then… she did. Her hands on either side of his face, pulling herself up on her toes to kiss him fully on the lips. Like a real kiss. No, definitely a real kiss. The kind of kiss he’d waited his whole life for, the kind of kiss that drowned out the clapping of the crowd around them and the kind of kiss that made him stumble forward the smallest bit when she pulled away.

Dragged away, more like, as Chloe came over, her bouncing taken over into actual little leaps into air as Charlotte showed her the ring. Her other sisters came over to congratulate her, her brothers came to him to slap his back and threaten him casually against breaking her heart. Later than evening, they both sat with her parents to hear about how happy they were but how sudden it seemed. Caroline grilled them but eventually resigned. And the whole while, all Carter could think about was that kiss. That one singular kiss that was more than he’d ever imagined it could be.

She had to spend the night with Chloe, which meant he didn’t sleep at all. He was too keyed up; the one unforeseen drawback to his plan. He then had to sit through the wedding preparations, the ceremony, and half of the reception before he finally had a second with her. Charlotte, his Charlotte.

She was the one who dragged him into the bathroom. Standing five feet away from him on the other side of the room, the rings dazzling on her fingers as she held it up.

“I can’t believe you bought me a ring,” she finally said. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“It had to be convincing,” he said, clearing his throat. “Everyone knows you can’t keep a secret.”

“Chloe spent all night telling me to go back to my room,” she said. “I wanted to but I didn’t know if I wanted to slap you or--”

She bit her lip for a half second, looking down at the blazing diamond again, then back at him. “Fuck it,” she said and then she came to him, pressing him hard against the bathroom door as she kissed him again. Not like she had in front of her family, but hungrier. Deeper. Hands in his hair then under his jacket, then under his shirt.

“Fuck it,” he repeated, lifting her up wrapping her legs around his waist the best way he could with her long dress in the way.

Don’t rip it,” she warned when he tried to move it, moaning deeply in his throat when he shoved her onto the sink, pulling her dress up to her waist. “Don’t rip anything.”

It took every ounce of control he had not to tear the lace thong off her; instead he slipped it past her knees until it dangled from one ankle as she unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down.

This wasn’t how he thought they’d do this. He always thought he’d take his time, torturing her, making her come with his fingers, hands, tongue, making her work for it and want it. But he was too fucking desperate and she was stroking him quickly, licking her own palm in need as she pulled him closer.

His hand went between them, her legs already spread and he found her wet. Without even trying, so wet. It must have shown in his eyes because she stroked him hard, squeezing just under the tip until he leaked.

“I’ve been like this since last night,” she confessed. “Please, Carter, just- fuck me. Okay, just fuck me right now.”

He growled, his teeth biting her lips as she gasped into him, her hand releasing his cock as soon as she had him in place. And he lost himself, lost control, sheathing himself inside her so quickly, it rocked them both back into the mirror.

“Yes, oh fucking yes,” she groaned, angling her hips down. Her ankles were locked behind him. Her hand holding onto his hips. He had one hand on the mirror for balance, the other between her thighs on her clit. Thumb stroking her as he pushed himself into her, over and over.

And she kissed him. Again and again, over and over. Gasping and biting and sucking at his lips, tearing him apart until he nearly came apart. And she knew. He could tell she knew. She whined his name, she slanted her hips, she tried so hard to make him. But he needed her to come first. He needed to know that she came first.

“Carter, please,” she begged, her lips swollen and red lipstick smeared, “please, we don’t have much time. Come for me.”

“You,” he muttered, lifting her off the sink and pinning her to the wall in a way that she was higher than him, the angle sharp and severe and she cried out, biting down on her own hand as she clenched tighter. Tighter, harder, faster, her nails sharp in his hair as she let her hands fall there and then to his shoulders, using them as leverage until her hips stuttered and her movement lost any rhythm.

They were both so desperate.

“There,” she whispered “There, there, there there theretherethere”

“Fuck,” he said as she cried out, tighter than ever and he stumbled, laying her across the sinks for a final stroke that pushed him over the edge, flooding into her with streams of everything he’d pent up for years. Hard and fast and overwhelming and an absolute goddamn mess than left his knees shaking.

“Fuck,” she whispered back, little tremors, little aftershocks in her legs as she breathed shallowly, trying to turn deep. Her dress had fallen past her bra and he hadn’t even noticed. He could barely comprehend it now, watching it rise and fall as she tried to breath.

Slowly, they collected themselves. Slowly, they came to realize that there was no hiding what had just happened. Her hair was beyond help, he had red stains all along his neck. Her dress was wrinkled; his jacket was missing a button. And they could really only laugh about it, the whole absurd thing.

“I didn’t plan that,” she giggled as she tried to straighten his tie.

“You know I didn’t either,” he said.

“No, you’ve always been very explicit in what you’ve wanted to do to me if we ever slept together,” she agreed, tugging on the waist of his pants before sliding her hand down. He groaned deeply, too sensitive but she felt too good, and she gave him a few good strokes before sliding her hand up his chest.

“Tonight,” she promised. “Reset. We’ll do it that way. And every way.”

With one last kiss, she left the bathroom, her ringed finger lingering on the doorway last.

Carter James was so fucking in love with Charlotte Jackson.

[kyloswarstars]

The Night Before

Divergent, Oneshot

Summary: It’s a day like any other, but it isn’t. It’s the night before.

Pairing: Eric x Reader

Warning: depression

Words: 1.7K

A/N: I had that idea of Reader refusing to leave the bathtub. But then it took a complete different turn. I hope you like it! Any similarities to other writers’ work are not intended. All ideas used in a fanfiction I post are made up in my brain (as long as it is not a request).

Divergent Tags: @feelthefeelingsinsideyou @bookgirlthings @jasonmccannsgirl8699

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It nearly had been a normal day in Dauntless. Like any other day. Eric left in the morning, before you had woken up, to get his work done, you left an hour later for the tattoo shop. At lunch you sat with Tori and in the afternoon you worked out together. Eric got back to your shared quarters after you.

„I’m taking a bath. You come along?“

He watched you undressing and wanted to share a bath with you so bad, but he couldn’t. „Your mother wants to see me again before tomorrow.“

„Why?“ You tossed your underwear in a corner and knew exactly what was going on in his brain right now. You did it on purpose because you loved to turn him on when he didn’t have time to grab and carry you to the bed. And you knew that he liked it too.

„Probably to make death threats.“

„Yeah, that would be her.“ Being the daughter of your mother you knew Eric wouldn’t get only one death threat. He would get a hundred. And then a thousand more from your brothers.

„I’ll hurry.“ Eric walked over to you and trailed his fingers up and down your naked body while he kissed you hard. Would he ever get enough of those soft lips? He started walking backwards to the door and didn’t want to look away from you.

„Go and come back quick.“

He left and walked over to your family’s quarters. He wasn’t scared often but your mother was one of the most intimidating persons he had ever met. Especially when you were the topic.

Your mother didn’t greet him, just opened the door a little wider so he could walk in. Eric had seriously thought it would be only him and your mother, but your brothers sat at the table and eyed him with a death glare when he entered the room.

„So, Eric.“

„Hana.“

„Sit down.“ He did. „I asked you over because tomorrow, you will not only be faction to us anymore, you will become part of the family.“

„Yes.“

„You know if you’ll hurt my little baby, Dauntless rules won’t mean anything to me.“ She was that kind of strong woman that gave everything for their faction. Hana would die for any Dauntless if it was necessary, even for Eric. But when it came to her children, faction wasn’t the first priority anymore. When someone would hurt one of her kids, they were dead.

She repeated her message in many different ways so he really understood the fact, that he would sign his death certificate. He didn’t expect it any different.

When Hana was finished, your oldest brother Zeke went on. He was the same age as Eric himself and Eric had respect for him because he was a good soldier. But like your mother, Zeke would have no mercy for Eric when he would hurt his little sister.

Uriah didn’t look that deadly anymore when he started to speak. „You know what will happen to you if you hurt her, Eric. Not only we are going for your throat, she will too.“ Your twin brother couldn’t hold a smirk back. „And I’ll be glad to watch her.“

That was alright for him. If he had have a child with you one day, he wouldn’t handle  theirs marriage any other way.

„Now get back to her. We’ll see you tomorrow.“ Hana hugged him on his way out. As much as she would kill him if he hurt her daughter, she also wanted her to be as happy as she had been with her father. „And give her a kiss from me.“

Eric nodded and waved an awkward goodbye. When the door closed behind him he felt relieved. That went pretty good.

He didn’t waste any other second to get back to your quarters. Since he had left them more than a hour had passed, nearly two. But Eric found you still in the bathtub. Your legs pulled to your chest and the chin resting on top of your knees. You didn’t react to him entering the bathroom. Eric took off his jacket and then sat on the bathtubs edge. He let his fingers float through the already cold water and placed them on your shoulder.

„Why are you still in there?“ He knew something was up with you. He had found you more than a dozen times sitting in the bathtub, the water already cold. You did that when your head was too full or you couldn’t comprehend the feelings that sometimes overwhelmed you.

„I don’t know.“ Your voice was so quite. Too quite. A whisper that was not even a whisper anymore.

Eric kneeled down outside the bathtub and rested his chin on the edge, so that he could be on eye level with you. He studied every detail of your profile. It always hurt him deep in his chest when he saw you so lifeless and empty. „Look at me, Y/N.“ It took you a good minute until you managed to turn your head in his direction. „Do you want me to get you something?“

You closed your eyes as a ‚no‘.

„Come on, babe. You need to get out of that bathtub.“

„NO!“

He knew that sudden eruptions of emotions, when you had one of those phases. You would scream and than the next second you would be quite again. And than you would be angry and the next second deeply saddened. It took him a while to see the pattern and to realise that he needed to figure out a way to get you out of this lows. The only technique he had found, was to do softly and careful the exact opposite of what you wanted.

„You need to get out.“ He sat on the edge again and tried to get your eyes attention, letting his muscles play, putting them on display for you. „Tell me your thoughts, Y/N.“

It took a bit for Eric to get you talking. Again and again he touched your legs to make you a little angry so you would talk. In those situations you wouldn’t talk when you weren’t angry. His touches did what they were supposed to. „You said we were going to get married because you’re a leader. And a leader needs children. I heard you say it to Max.“

Using his technique that would make you feel better after some time, he started laughing at you. About what you just had said.

„Why the fuck are you laughing?“ You got angrier with every second he was laughing, until you got to the point where Eric wanted you. But he couldn’t have planned what you were doing next. You splashed water onto him. And it instantly soaked his shirt and hair.

„You think I want to marry you only because of that?“ He took his wet shirt off. Now he had your eyes on him. You liked what you saw, as always, followed every movement of his, but were quiet again.

„You want to come out now?“ He tried a kind of seductive tone but knew that wouldn’t work.

„No.“

He played with the muscles on his chest again, wearing a goofy smile, and heard your giggle building up slowly.

„You want me to come in?“

Eric saw you contemplating while you couldn’t stop giggling. „Yes.“

He stepped out of his pants and shorts, made sure you were watching him and enjoyed it. Your giggle got louder when he stepped into the water and sat down, clattering teeth because the water was freezing cold. How could you not shiver?

You watched him freeze for a bit, looked at his pleading eyes that wanted to get you out of this bad mood.

With a sigh you turned yourself and moved between his legs, resting your back at his chest, taking his arms and wrapping them around you. Eric held you as close as possible. His breath was steady and his chest forced you to breath in sync with him. It calmed you, his tight arms and his breathing. It was like your mothers heartbeat – when you heard it, it felt like the definition of peace. With your feet at the faucet, you added some more hot water to the tub for the freezing ass behind you. When he held you like that, you nearly forgot about all the thoughts and all the insecurities.

„Y/N, I didn’t ask you to become my wife because of leadership or children.“ Eric whispered into your ear from behind, his chin on your shoulder. „I want to marry you because of my love for you.“ You didn’t respond.

„You were insecure about if I really love you, weren’t you?“ You still didn’t respond.

„I know that you feel that way a lot.“ You didn’t say a word.

„But I do love you.“ Eric felt your lips repeatedly touch his upper arm that was wrapped around you. It weren’t kisses, just touches. A reply without words, but that you replied after all made him smile. Big. „I will always love you.“ It wasn’t easy with you, never. You struggled a lot and Eric knew that because he could always feel your changes, but that didn’t minor his feelings for you. It didn’t affect his unconditional love.

„You need to get out of the bathtub. I don’t want to marry a sponge tomorrow.“ Again he got a giggle out of you. And this time you did get out of the bathtub.

He wrapped you into three towels and took you to bed. Again, he held you close, so you could feel safe and were remembered by his presence. He couldn’t change the way your brain was working. He couldn’t tell you that your thoughts were sometimes ridiculous, because you already knew that yourself. Most times he could just hold you. Or remember you that he wouldn’t leave. No matter how deep you would lose yourself in your head. No matter how hard it would get. No matter how often you would doubt his feelings for you. He was there. And he was going to stay and marry you tomorrow.

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Drabble plz? (I'm greedy and want another xD)

Setting: Modern Royalty

Genre: Porn With Plot

Trope: Marriage (of arrangement, convenience, or necessity; accidental marriage; traditional marriage or partnership ceremony)

Prompt: Gentleness (tenderness; kindness; concern; gentle natures; characters who display sensitivity, etc; gentle responses at unexpected moments)

Kink: Neck fetishization (nape of the neck, throat, hickeys, etc)  

As a prince, Riley had a lot of responsibility to deal with, expectations on him that, even now, weighed on him like a yoke. He didn’t have half the freedoms his twin sister Roxanne had. Fortunately, Roxanne had spent a lifetime helping her younger twin adapt to the burdens on him.

As a princess, Roxanne didn’t have nearly the weight on her as Riley did. She could come and go pretty much as she pleased, date who she wanted. That was how she met Desmond, the cute baker who had lived in town, in the shadow of their ancestral manor. A world apart, really, but Roxanne had loved going down to sample his goods, and a romance had quickly sparked. With her family’s blessing she’d married Desmond shortly after the country celebrated the twins’ twenty-first birthday.

Three weeks later, Riley overheard their parents making arrangements to have him married to the daughter of some aristocratic family. They needed the income her portion of her inheritance would provide. He was devastated... so Roxanne, knowing exactly how to cheer up her brother -- and having discussed it over with her new husband -- arranged for a night of debauchery to ease his nerves.

Riley knew that Roxanne would already be trying to get pregnant. She’d wanted a baby as long as either of them could remember. It had been forefront in their minds anytime they’d snuck away to play together as adolescents, when both of them had discovered their powerful sex drives. He knew she’d thrown away her birth control the day she’d gotten engaged.

Now, Desmond lay on his back, legs hooked up over Riley’s elbows as the twins, in crude terms, used him for their pleasure. He hadn’t expected Riley’s dick to be quite that big, but once it was buried in his ass, God it was amazing. In front of her brother, Roxanne perched over Desmond’s hips, riding his cock in smooth motions, kissing and sucking at his neck. “Oh sh-shit,” he stammered, biting his lips, fingers gripping hard at Roxanne’s thighs as she moved.

The princess just giggled, moving more, loving the way he twitched both under and inside her every time Riley thrust into him, his huge cock putting immense pressure on her husband’s prostate. “Harder, Riley,” she cooed, dragging her teeth over Desmond’s pulse. “Make him cum for me.”

“Sure thing,” Riley replied, pulling Desmond’s legs open a bit more so he could fuck him harder, and the response was immediate and animated -- Desmond rocked his head back, yowling in pleasure at the chaotic sensations. Roxanne’s soft, tight folds enveloping him. Riley’s huge, hot cock spearing him open. The building pressure, the tickle of Roxanne’s lips and lashes and nipples against his skin... Desmond’s fingers gripped spasmodically on Roxanne’s thighs as he came without warning, letting out a ragged howl.

“Good! Don’t stop~” Roxanne whined, feeling the heat gush into her, grinding down on him faster to shove every drop as deep as she could. Her own orgasm came quickly after, clamping down on Desmond’s cock so hard he gasped and came again, drawing sweet moans from Roxanne.

At last, Riley came, and Desmond gasped again, burying his face against Roxanne’s neck as he felt the liquid warmth pumping into him -- and then promptly blacked out from the overstimulation.

A few minutes later, sitting in bathrobes next to a window and sipping watered-down cocktails they’d put down to begin this tryst, Riley and Roxanne conferred in amused, hushed tones. “I’m glad you like him,” she said to her brother, casting a loving glance at her slumbering husband.

“He’s perfect for you,” was Riley’s reply. “Might borrow him now and then if my wife turns out to be a fish.”

“I won’t mind. Especially if he made you an uncle today.”

Six weeks later, they’d discover that in fact, he had. And Riley’s wife, a lovely girl who arrived speaking not a lick of English, actually turned out to be just as charming and lovely as they hoped -- the next year, on Roxanne’s first anniversary, there were a total of five new children in the family. Roxanne had two; Riley’s wife, three.

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Epilogue ~ Here at Your Best

The big day was here. I was marrying Rhysand, my best friend, my confidant, my person... and I was so fucking nervous.

Relax Feyre, he was the one who proposed, he won’t run away now.

Right. I took a few deep breaths as I waited for my maids of honor to bring the dress to me and my mind started to wander off, remembering all the steps that got me here.

Cassian moving in with us because Nesta refused to let me out of her sight and he refused to keep living without her, so they settled halfway. 

Elain moving in with Az because she, too wanted to live with him and five people didn’t fit into our house and Rhys would be alone. 

Rhys and I living with two very horny couples and going on dates as far as we could from our houses.

Going on ‘geeky dates’, which consisted on him and I working on a Stormlight Archive comic together, him developing the dialogue and me designing the vignettes.

My sisters and his brothers banning us from seeing each other except on the weekends. 

Our first time. Our first Christmas together, the first summer, spring-break...

All the trips to college together in his car when we found we went to the same place every morning but never saw each other. The carpool karaokes. Other car ‘activities’ on it because of our brothers and sisters constant watch.

Nesta getting engaged to Cassian and deciding to keep me with them until I finished college and started working to afford my own apartment. Their precious, wonderful wedding.

Cassian taking the role of a father to me, making me breakfast every morning, talking me through my first big fight with Rhys. Carrying me to the ER when I broke my leg falling downstairs in a very clumsy me fashion, wiping my tears and, in general, hugging my broken pieces back together.

Azriel proposing to Elain, and their beautiful, simple wedding.

Rhys and I, again, living under very horny ~married~ couples’ roofs.

How they lifted the only-weekends ban and tried to send us to the other couple’s home, so they could have ‘alone’ time. 

Our backs improving from the change of those sexy activities location.

Rhys’ graduation. Him getting a job and an apartment and me moving in with him. My graduation.

Nesta and Cassian having a baby girl. Me spoiling Alyssa with everything I could, and babysitting her, dressing her up. Watching Rhys be the cool uncle.

THE PROPOSAL. How he took me to my favorite bench on the park and on a picnic right behind it, with all my favorite food on display. Him kneeling in front of me with the delicate ring. 

‘Yes’.

The closing of a door snapped me out of my memories and I turned my head towards the sound, only to see Nesta, Elain and Mor carrying my gown, already having donned their maids of honor dresses. They were dark blue, almost midnight, with lace adorning the shoulder portion, a bodice hugging their curves until their waist and fabric freely flowing down from there. They looked amazing, and all their hairdos were similar, each wearing a slightly different kind of braid-crown, all their styles mixing uo to create my very own braided crown atop my head.

“OMG, Feyre you look amazing!”, squealed Mor, earning an eye-roll from me.

“You’re the one to talk”, I said looking to the trio, “I feel like you are going to upstage my big wedding”.

“What? Fey, have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You look absolutely breathtaking, and you don’t even have your dress on. Rhys is in so much trouble”, exclaimed Elain, who was already showing, the five months of her first pregnancy taking its toll on her body.

Over her shoulder, Nesta was dabbing at her eyes with a napkin.

“Y’all are making me cry and the wedding hasn’t even started. I can’t believe my baby sister is getting married today. You were so little just a few days ago.” she said, applying more mascara to her lashes.

I got up and walked to her, sneaking my arms around her waist for a hug.

“I think you are thinking years, Nes. I stopped being little years ago.” I laughed, as I kept embracing her for all she had done and given up for me.

“Okay, now. Let’s start with the dress, shall we?” asked Nesta, cutting our hug off.

The shouts of response coming from Elain and Mor should have been heard in the other side of the world.

It was time. 

Rhys had already gone through the doors of the church before I, not having had the opportunity of seeing me in my dress, even if all I had wanted was to be with him.

Because it’s bad luck before the wedding, you dummy. You can wait a few hours without him. You’ve done it before.

Right. 

I was next, all the bridesmaids and the flower girl, Alyssa, who was now a rowdy 3-year-old, ready and waiting for my signal to start the final procession.

I breathed in once. Twice. And nodded, letting them know I was ready.

Music started playing to the rhythm of my steps as I headed for the altar. I tried to keep my head up, looking at the people who were seated on the benches and recognizing most of them, my school friends, my college friends, my work friends... Almost everyone that I had invited was here. My blood family wasn’t there, but I was most proud of the family I made for myself.

Because my father wasn’t here to take me to the altar, Cassian was the one accompanying me, a big grin that threatened to burst plastered on his face. 

Finally, I looked up to Rhys, only to find him already looking at me, with tears pooling in his eyes. I quickened my pace to get to him, but Cassian being the bastard he is, took my arm and whispered in my ear, winking at me.

“Easy Feyre, the wedding night isn’t until a after the banquet.”

I pinched him on his biceps and he let go, a devious smile on his face while he headed to his seat.

Rhys offered me a hand to get up the steps, and I gladly took it, taking any chance I could to feel his skin on mine. As I took the seat by his side, he pulled me in to kiss my cheek, whispering in my ear on the way.

“You look stunning Feyre, darling. I can’t wait to share the rest of our lives with you.”

We looked at each other in the eyes, love shining through all the different emotions we were feeling at that moment, and I could make out the conversation I had with my sisters the day I met him.

He was and will be here at my worst.

But right now, he’s here at my best.

~THE END~

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