#at the same time turning to each other in bed and going 'caesar has to fucking die' because they think he's annoying

[luminique]

You did say you wanted the Lighter and his new spouse's wedding reception so here it is.

The wedding reception venue is at Cheesetopia. I will fight anyone who thinks Lighter doesn't want his reception there. He fought Ethereals for Cheesetopia to have a door. He wants his wedding reception there. Because of the wedding, Casa, Burnice, Wise, and Belle made Cheesetopia look so beautiful and the food and drinks taste so good that Cheesetopia became the number one spot in the Outer Ring to hold wedding receptions after someone in the Inter-Knot talked about the wedding.

The wedding reception was a blast. Lighter asked Billy to DJ and he was serious about being Lighter's DJ. Billy plays a mix of country, rock, alternative, techno, rap, and pop and no one is left out thinking they can't dance to any song he has on the playlist. You also asked Lucy and Caesar to play piano and sing for their first dance as a couple. The two of you happily dance once Lucy starts playing and Caesar starts singing. Lighter might not have the most elegant dance moves, but you don't care, Lighter and you are having fun! It was the same for the last dance.

Actually, every dancing time was fun during the reception. You had a special dance with your parents, Lighter had a dance number with the Sons of Calydon with Piper even acting energetic during the dance, and your family and his family had a dance-off on who's family is the best at doing line dancing. Billy played five line dance songs back-to-back until he finally told them they were both good at line dancing. The wedding album has a dozen photos of the dance-off.

The speeches at the wedding were beautiful. Your family thanked the Sons of Calydon for accepting you into their family. They thank Lighter for being a good man to you and hope that you two have a great future. Big Daddy gave the speech and talked about how you changed Lighter's life for the better because they all remembered how aloof and reserved Lighter was before you came into his life. He thanked your family for accepting Lighter even after they all found out about his past and how he and the Sons of Calydon are glad that Lighter has another family that cares about him.

The cake-cutting was fun. Lighter and you had linked your arms together when you two fed each other the cake.

Then, it was the bouquet and garter toss. Lighter went first. Big Daddy caught it, but then he gave it to Billy who then gave it to Woody, Grassy, and Bricky who then gave it to Bellum (Lighter invited him) who then gave it to Wise. He kept it. When it was your turn, Caesar was ready. Lucy, Burnice, Casa, and Belle were there to make sure she didn't go overboard. Piper didn't join. Of course, Caesar won the toss.

When the reception was almost done, and Lighter and you were ready to exit, Lighter picked up you. He told you his home was with you and the open road, so his motorcycle served as his house. You laughed all the way to his (and technically now your) motorcycle. You and Lighter waved everyone goodbye as you two rode off into the night.

HELLO ?!?! im being so serious that you NEED to make your own blog and release your own posts because i will eat it up EVERY SINGLE TIME !!

THIS IS SO CUTE !! AND THE ENDING TOO HAS ME GIGGLING ARKDHAKDHJD i could DEFINITELY see the SoC putting on some sort of fire/fireworks (especially burnice). it would just be so sweet and so personal i feel

the lighter brainrot is so real and all of you are fueling it. THANK YOU FOR THIS !! i am reading it before bed and will now dream about the whole sequence hehe

[1poda]

Eepy

Warm fingertips rubbed at stinging eyelids that wished to lower, for even just a moment, but with the ongoing party it would prove to be a bit difficult.

Boa Hancock, yes the same Princess and Warlord who fought against the Navy in Marinefold and ruled over an island of women, had found her way to the Straw Hat ship and thus the party ensued.

But it had been a few days since you slept properly, and the energy of your friends could only charge your social battery for so long.

Voices raised in cheers as Ussop danced on the table, waving an erratic hand at your leaning form in the distance and you lifted your own weakly Only for it to turn inward to smother a yawn.

Every second passing felt like sand was filling your body, one grain at a time.

You pushed yourself from your corner to dip past Boa's crewmates and your own, slipping by a boozy Nami who attempted to pull you into the conversation. "Sorry, what was that?" you shrugged your arms loosely, backward steps taking you farther from her reaching grasp "I can't hear you"

An eepy smile split your lips in two until you near flattened into the Snake Princess herself, she didn't seem too impressed at your dripping form "You're lucky my darling Luffy is your Capitan"

"Yeah, he sure is great" A familiar feeling swelled below your breast as a dopey smile spread across your cheeks. Boa's eyes scanned you until cheerful laughter grew close and tanned hands grabbed onto your shoulders from behind, the rubber noise closing in till Luffys weight smacked against your strong back. Very used to his accidental tackling.

"Hey guys! What's goin' on over here!" Luffy asked, wrapping his stretchy limbs around you and pressing his warm cheek against yours "We playin' a gaaaaaame?"

Oh god, if Boa could she'd probably turn you into stone, grind you up, and sell you on the streets as one of Caesar's newest drugs.

Your hands reached for Luffy's wrists and you released yourself from the Monkey boy's hold "Actuallllyy BOA! Has something really cool to talk to you about!"

Luffy turned to the oozing Warlord, the princess raised her hands to her chees and shook her head at the mere coincidence. Her darling must be here to prove his love for her, of course!

The pirate king-to-be could stand still for only so long, and with all that blushing going on it didn't seem like Boa was gonna tell him that cool thing you were talking about any time soon. Speaking of, where did you go?

You were right here, when did he let you go?

Luffy turned on his spot a few times, and then a few times more. Which way?

The door to the Dorms clicked and Luffy's ear flinched.

~

Wriggling fingers scratched at the back of your head as another yaw widened your mouth, the heavy breath caving your chest as dry lips smacked against each other "Man, Franky really outdid himself with these walls"

You'd never think there was a party's worth of Pirates littered on the other side. You could still hear their muffled talk but soon you'd be met with silence, just a few more dull steps and you could collapse into one of the boy's hammocks or one of the girl's double beds- whichever door your grasp made it to first.

A cold nob filled the cup of your palm but the flip of flops flapped through the empty hall air, "Heeeey You" Luffy called with a cheeky grin "Where you headin' to? The party's the other way"

"Well..." you hummed, releasing the oval handle and leaning your back against the door "Let's say I'm a little partied out for now"

Your Capitan's head cocked. Suddenly recalling that you'd been on the night shift for a while, yet you still kept up with the crew's manic days and random Marine jumpings.

"You want some company?" The familiar invader of your sleepy time took a sneaky step closer, raising an arm to flatten his palm against the door. Luffy bowed slightly so the rim of his infamous straw hat bumped against your hairline.

The memory of Luffy's long fingers digging into the flesh of your pelvis shocked your insides, a stomach tightened as you recalled how hoarse his breath was. Your Capitan's voice a few shades deeper than his current tone.

No, it was something you promised yourself wouldn't happen again.

"That's alright, Capitan" you pinched his nose "I'm just a little tired tonight"

You missed the curve of Luffy's brow while you turned to reach for the handle again, it wasn't very often when it was just to two of you y'know. He pressed his lips together in a silly face, mulling out his next question slowly "Dooo yooou want... a sleeping buddy?"

Your torso twisted, neck slowly tuning as Luffy moved to stand a little closer behind you, leaning closer with every chance he could get. "Don't you have a Princess to host?" you teased, one hand ahead of you, fingers wrapping around the chilly nob before passing through a shadowy bedroom threshold.

Luffy seemed to think about it, glancing between you peeling off a shirt and the door swinging temptingly at the end of the hall. He could already hear a few distant partiers asking where the Capitan of The Sunny may be.

"Nah" He stepped through the doorway "I wanna be with you tonight"

[ofstoriesandstardust]

it's a good thing we're each other's kind of crazy (j.c.m.)

a/n: this was an inspired by an ask. this song is their anthem and i love them dearly gahhh

summary: Rebel and Coyote find themselves in Vegas. Chaos ensues (as it usually does with them).

title comes kelsea ballerini's "if you go down (i'm going down too)"

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | same mistakes-verse

warnings: Rooster's a little shit, Rebel's just along for the ride, dialogue heavy, this was just for shits and giggles

word count: 1.3k

Your phone rings on the countertop, and you grab it as you flip the burner off. "Hello?"

"Do you want to go to Vegas?"

You frown, putting the phone between your ear and shoulder as you spoon the SpongeBob-shaped mac and cheese into a bowl. "I'm down. When?"

"Right now."

You're grateful you're only just pulling a fork out of the drawer to eat, otherwise you might've choked.

"Come again?"

"Do you want to go to Vegas with me? Like, right now. Like we would have to leave right now."

"Coyote, what the hell..." You mutter, glancing out the kitchen window. "What did you do?"

"Well, I was looking at ticket prices for Jake and I to go to Savannah and well... a few wrong clicks..."

"Coyote." You say firmly, as he notices your presence in the kitchen window from his car.

"I bought 38 dollar tickets to Vegas."

"Come inside."

"There's no time, we have to leave."

"Am I packing a bag for this?"

"No, we fly back in at 3 tomorrow."

"Did you book a hotel room?"

The silence on the other end clues you in.

"Machado, were you really just planning on buying these tickets, me saying yes, pulling an all-nighter in Vegas, and coming back tomorrow?"

"...Yes?" He sighs. "Are you gonna say no?"

A laugh escapes your mouth. "Oh hell no, I'm taking you to that restaurant in Caesar's Palace that only sells chocolate."

The grin can be heard through his tone. "You have five minutes."

-

You plop the giant bag of M&Ms on the end as Coyote groans, falling face-first into the bed. "This was fun." He says, words muffled into the comforter. "I'm proud of us for seeing everything Vegas has to offer that's not a casino."

"You brought me with you, what did you expect?"

He chuckles, pushing up from the bed. "What time is it?"

After traipsing around Vegas all day, going on the roller coaster at the New York New York, eating buffet food in the Paris hotel, going to the M&M Factory, spending at least three hours wandering around Caesar's Palace, going on gondola rides at The Venetian, seeing the water show at the Bellagio, and scoring last minute tickets to The Beatles Cirque de Soleil show at The Mirage, you were beat.

Thankfully, you knew better than Coyote in trying to pull an all-nighter in Vegas. After the show, you'd wandered down to the front-desk of The Mirage, where you'd sweet talked the girl working at the front-desk to lower the rate for a room and before you and Coyote knew it, you were unlocking the door to the suite with the singular king-sized bed.

You hum, cranning your eyes to the digital clock on the nightstand. "Just after two."

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, tossing it on the bed. "Can I charge my phone?"

You scoff, pulling the charger from your purse. You move toward the wall, plugging the device in before plopping down on the bed. "The phone charger gets to be used by the person who was smart enough to bring it. You almost forgot your wallet."

He huffs, tossing you a look. "Fine. I'm gonna shower."

"K. I want room service, do you want anything?"

His face lights up as his hands fall to his hips. You have to bite your lip to keep from laughing, realizing just how drunk he is.

He'd taken advantage of the drinks to your seats, that was for sure.

"Um, fries. Ooo, and nachos. And a hot dog."

You snort. "I'll see what they have."

He nods before slipping into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. The sound of the water running sounds as your phone lights up and you squint from the bright white. You turn away, picking up the phone to call for room service, knowing it'll be a minute before the phone loads.

As you order, you glance down, squinting at the different text messages.

Bradley 🐓

Hey, just checking in. Where are you?

Hey, Hangman can't get a hold of Coyote. Are you with him?

...What did you do? 🤨

There's quite a few from Hangman, along with some others from your team. All wondering where you are. Some are more nervous than others, and some (Amelia) are giving you play-by-plays of Hangman's mental spiral. You frown, standing up from the bed to knock on the bathroom door. "Hey Coyote?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you tell Hangman we were coming to Vegas?"

"No, why?"

You groan, shaking your head as you slide across the bed for your phone. You call Rooster first, knowing he's going to be the one you want to be in contact with.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Hi honey." He says brightly, and in the background you can hear the chatter of your friends. "I assume your phone died?"

"Yeah, Coyote's too."

He hums and you can hear him open the fridge. "I figured. Hey, everyone's at the house, just so you know for when the two of you get back."

"Yeah, about that..." You sigh, rubbing your temple. "I'm in Vegas."

It's silent for a minute, and you cringe, afraid of what he might say before a laugh bubbles out from the other end. "What the fuck? How?"

"Coyote found 38 dollar tickets to Vegas. We fly back in tomorrow at 3. How could I say no?" You sigh again. ""M sorry I didn't give you a heads up. I totally spaced it in the chaos. We got off the plane and then never sat back down."

His laughter continues. "Oh honey, don't apologize. I figured your phone was just dead. Any lingering resentment will be forgiven in tacky souvenirs you bring me. You're in Vegas, I'm just glad you're having a good time."

You chuckle, hearing the shower turn off. "Is Dad worried?"

"Nah, he's out on that sailing trip with Penny for the long weekend, remember?"

"Oh yeah." You say with a nod, even though he can't see it.

"Bagman, on the other hand..."

"Shit, I should call Jake." You say, pulling the phone away from your ear to call the blond.

"No!" Rooster says immediately, causing you to pause. "I wanna have some fun with this."

You sigh. "Bradley..."

-

He walks out of the kitchen and back into the living room. Hangman looks back up at him, eyes wide. "Anything?"

He shakes his head.

"Bagman, he's with Rebel. He's in good hands." Payback tries to reason.

"That does not make me feel better!" Hangman nearly shouts.

"Maybe they ran away to Vegas and got married." He says, sitting back down in his seat. Jake grows paler, eyes like saucers.

"You think?" He hesitates, shaking his head. "No, they wouldn't. You- If they did, you'd be freaking out."

He shrugs, taking a sip of the beer he'd grabbed from the fridge. "Maybe I just made my peace with it."

Hangman huffs. "You're funny, Bradshaw, real funny."

"I'm not kidding."

Hangman frowns. "Did they really?"

He shrugs again, just watching the man, who gazes back uneasily. It's quiet in the room for a minute as he grows more concerned before Hangman's phone rings. The blond scrambles for it, eyes wide as he answers it.

"Rebel, are you okay? Where are you?"

Hangman has the phone on speaker, so he catches that it's not his girlfriend on the phone but rather Coyote. "Hey Jake."

"You. Where the hell have you been?"

"Oh, so she gets concern but I just get anger?"

"Did you fucking run away to Vegas to marry your best friend? Because honestly Javy, I thought more of you."

"Jake, what the are you talking about?" Your phone sounds from over the phone, shifting from the other side of the phone call. "I mean we are in Vegas, but I literally just made Javy go to like seven different restaurants with me. I told Bradley that."

Hangman gapes, mouth opening and closing like a fish before he settles on anger, turning on his heel, face stony.

"Bradshaw."

[jasontoddiefor]

Tis I, roses & champagne anon back again and marinating in the delightful, delightful au that is Leewon gets raised by his dad & meets Caesar as a kid au and like oh your thoughts on it make me so happy and fuel the brain rot and like-

Vladimir and Dimitri absolutely can not stand each other on any level but like I personally think it’s funny if they just become begrudging drinking buddies by virtue of being witness to the hot nonsense that is Leewon and Caesar’s decent into madness devotion

Because obviously Vladimir, Leewon’s best friend and little brother and loyal dog all mixed into one, would figure it out, would notice the marks and the disappearances and the timing, and he thinks it’s terrible and completely awful all around and the worst idea Leewon’s ever had and they probably fight about it but he is loyal and he is a confidant and so he doesn’t do much accept it as he keeps his opinions to snarky comments and cautious eyes and all the protection he can afford to give and everyday prays for Caesar’s inevitable boredom to strike and this whole messy, ridiculous affair to end-

Except it doesn’t die down and doesn’t end and in fact only seems to get more intense and he can’t bleach his eyes or purge his mind and so he’s forced to spend time with the one person who’s also gained this niche little piece of trauma and complain about how terrible the center of their world’s are

And like ooo I love your thoughts on the development of Caesar’s obsession!!! I love the thought of them being fwb messy hook ups starting with a dubcon drunken encounter in a bathroom and they keep hooking up afterwards and I love the idea of Leewon leaving for university and Caesar doesn’t like his latest toy leaving, and he’s annoyed but not furious, because it’s just sex and he can have sex with anyone he wants (as if he wouldn’t lose his shit if Leewon had actually been with anyone else when they were hooking up) and then Leewon comes back, a little older, a little more confident, a little more of that fire burning even brighter, and they fall into bed together, because of course they do

And it’s not so much of a switch, an instant change, as it is a dial slowly turning the devotion, the obsession, the need to sink his teeth within Leewon’s bones and eat away until there is nothing less and he is all Caesar’s, only Caesar’s, and Leewon is just like yeah it’s nice to have an easy and convenient hook up I don’t have to worry about getting messy. Uncomplicated sex that has zero issues of feelings getting involved. Living the life. (Vladimir is screaming Leewon is going to get attic wife’d and no one is listening to him)

I also think Leewon would be a lawyer, because I can’t picture him not being a lawyer, wanting to help is like engraved in his bones that Caesar is trying to gnaw on, but like in this au he’s like well I could help the mafia if I’m a lawyer right? I can do that and be useful and it’ll make having take over easier, won’t it? And it’s sort of the gateway, the opening to imagining a life where he could be separate from the mafia, where he could help people and move on-

And Caesar is there to drag him right back in with the connections to get evidence for cases Leewon refuses to get from his father

To Leewon it’s his fuck buddy fond enough of their budding alliance helping him out a little

To Caesar it’s step 25 of 69 in tricking Leewon into marrying him and Dimitri’s step 39 of 98 of helping Caesar obviously take over the Lomonsovs

To Vladimir, it’s the never ending cycle of suffering in and wondering where exactly it all went wrong

Anyway I saw you posted another roses & champagne fic so I’m gonna go read that now and probably weep, if you have any more thoughts on this au I am but a worshiper at your shrine

You’re back!!! Not me waiting for your reaction in deepest anticipation hahaha

Djfghf help now you have me imagine Vladimir and Dimitri spotting each other from a distance heading towards the same shitty bar and realizing they’re both there for the same miserable pick up duty as the other and immediately cringing at it. It would be kind of fun if they had like a running tab. Dimitri and the day he realizes his drinking buddy is a 16 year old. Morally torn between needing to be the one buying the alcohol because he’s not having a teenager buy him alcohol, but also the teenager is the enemy.

God yes I LOVE how you break down all of Vladimir’s messy little thoughts. Yes! It is the worst idea Leewon ever had – and perhaps to a degree also entirely confusing to Vladimir because Leewon is usually the more levelheaded one in the family? Comparatively at the very least. He’d keep asking, wanting to understand, wanting an excuse that makes sense—huh, realizing as I type this out that to a degree, this is Leewon practicing self-harming behavior. To a degree at the very least.

Mikhail being surprised when Vladimir seems to keep announcing his support for any kind of venture that would cause trouble for the Sergeyevs in a way that would most likely send Caesar out of the city. Not understanding why he’s so insistent on it when too much provocation is just asking for war and Vladimir is not this stupid.

I think this would most likely be the difference in how Dimitri and Vladimir – Dimitri views this affair as a miserable “jesus christ this is a distraction, can it stop?” while Vladimir is hmm more fearful? Again also bc. Fuck idk how old Dimitri is actually. I assumed about Caesar’s age, so like 8 years older than Vladimir? But yeah, everything is even more terrible to handle when you’re a teenager.

Oh man, the idea of Caesar trying to prove to himself that actually this mattered nothing to him by just screwing around is 10/10. His reaction to Leewon having had any kind of relationship with anyone overseas would be ten times worse. Kind of like the thought that Leewon by comparison is almost detached from it all? Sex as a means to stop thinking for a while and like, to a degree it does not matter to him who it is when they’re not in a relationship? Very clearly capable of distinguishing between the expectations he has of being with someone while in a relationship and literally just blowing off steam.

Caesar. Meanwhile. Look, my buddy is really bad at boundaries, at refusal, at letting another dictate the pace of things, at differentiating between ownership and relationship.

And yeah, Leewon coming back, falling back into bed and it’s easy, it’s convenient, it keeps the peace in the way only pillowtalking business and bitching about interlopers can. It’s not that Leewon is oblivious so much as that he has very different expectations and understanding that they both still have a role to play?

(The beloved son, the good heir, his mother’s mirror image, a future where his father can sit proudly at Christmas dinner with a doting daughter-in-law and a statistical 1.7 grandchildren.)

And well, Caesar does live to do as a please. Wanting to keep someone clever, who bites back, someone to ensnare and keep.

And god yeah, Leewon who keeps an eternally bleeding heart almost in defiance. Becoming a lawyer because it’s useful, because he’s smart enough to realize they’ll need one foot in a reputable front and not everything needs to be solved with violence. Hm. Thinking he needs a formative childhood trauma experience that doesn’t necessarily make him averse to violence but,,, realize it isn’t always a necessity. That it can end badly when you assume that’s the first thing to do.

Holding on to that, pushing for that, and when his father insists there’s a quicker, easier, more efficient way – well, as you put it so aptly, Caesar standing there smiling easily, offering a file for a conversation, evidence for a dinner date…

And honestly. Just waiting for whoever or whatever cracks first.

Aaah sorry this got so long. And I hope you enjoy the other fic!! I honestly did not plan to write more for that verse but. Whoops. Then I did.

[mako-neexu]

front row seat to willing participant -merguda [wip-ish?]

How strange. How strange indeed.

Merlin sighs. What has gotten into him now? Earlier, he had teased a few female Servants as usual, and a few of the Round Table Knights...thus earning him several death threats with swords and magic alike.

He had never gone too far as to physically harass someone, it was just the usual teasing over words.

But it seemed that Cleopatra was rather in a bad mood today, and thus had earned him a swollen cheek.

...Somehow his feet took him to his Master’s room instead of the infirmary where he could get it treated.

What was he thinking, coming all the way here to disturb the red-headed girl who needed her downtime now that a pseudo-singularity had just been repaired?

Perhaps, it was loneliness, or perhaps it was merely a way to entertain himself. Either way, there was no denying the painful sting that was throbbing on the side of his face.

So Merlin tries knocking, while cradling his cheek, hoping that the girl would both answer and ignore him.

Because it did not make sense. He could have just healed this minor injury himself, why would he go so far as to-

In that moment, the very same person who he wished to see appeared before him.

“Merlin!” Ritsuka exclaims, surprised before glancing to the injury he had. Without even skipping a beat, her gaze grew from pleasant surprise to concern and worry,“Y-Your cheek--!! Crap, let’s get that treated!”

...She didn’t even think to question him at first.

And so he was held by his other hand gently with the girl leading him to sit on her bed, hurrying to her mini-freezer as soon as she made sure he sat comfortably.

“That looks really bad... I know I have some cold gel packs here stored, so don’t worry about having to wait...” The girl says as she opened the mini-freezer’s door.

Merlin continued to stare at her with a dumbfounded look. While this wasn’t the first time he visited her room, it certainly was with this injury. The other times were mostly a way to see her journey up close, a reason he had thought to tell himself time and time again.

From his teasing, to their shared laughter and meals, to unspoken trust in both the battlefield and casual conversation-

...This was certainly just to have a front row view of her journey.

Ritsuka returns to him after washing the cold compress a little, now dried after the girl had rubbed it with cloth.

“I don’t know what happened, but I could hazard a guess...” She sighed as she sat down beside him. 

Merlin tries smiling, only failing to show a wide one as the pain grew even more, “Ahaha, my Lord, do be soft on the blow~”

But she only continued to give him a stare full of worry, “Cleo is the only one who has that kind of heels.” She points out to the red imprint on his cheek. “So I’m 100% sure you got hit by her.”

Truly, his Master knew her Servants well...

Her hand moves from hovering over his cheek to leading him further into her bed, “Caesar must have glanced at Scheherazade or something. Jealousy is probably the only reason she could get mad after all.” The couple rarely fought as they were in love with each other. But Caesar sometimes... can’t help but admire other women without the Egyptian queen. Luckily, it was rare, so chances of this happening next time were extremely low.

Merlin automatically kicked his shoes off in response, “Hm...Then I need to be extra careful around married women then...” A sensual smirk grows on his face, “Now, is this my Lord’s way of inviting me to sleep with her, hm?”

Even as Gudako’s cheeks turned pink, she didn’t let that get in the way of their conversation, “I wanted you to heal, idiot.” She rolled her eyes, her smile unwavering. Then, she patted her lap. “And it’s rare that I get to do this. Plus, I think I’ll miss my favorite mage once Chaldea starts unsummoning Heroic Spirits.” Though her tone was teasing, the slight tremble in her voice did nothing to hide what she felt as their time together drew near.

...In this moment, Merlin wanted nothing more than to hug her and stay by her side. How this girl had started her journey by holding a hand out to another, how this girl stood tall for those she loved even as she faced death-

Even now, she was doing that despite knowing that most of her Servants are not inherently good people.

Including him.

A scummy mage. A bastard, a prankster, a fool-

A cambion who was inhuman at heart.

Yet he was treated so preciously by his Master, just like what Artoria did to him.

Merlin sighed. Troublesome. How troublesome the world was to enforce this kind of fate onto the people who cared for him the most. He wants humanity to survive, he wants them to take back their ‘tomorrow’-

But if that ‘tomorrow’ didn’t include Ritsuka-

The flower mage melodramatically put a hand to his forehead and pretended to faint on her lap, “To think that I’m getting special treatment from the Master herself...Ah! I wonder what terrible fate I’m getting after this. For sure, Sir Gawain and Sir Lancelot would be after my head once they hear of thi- ow, ow, ow!”

His other cheek was pulled by Gudako, who wore an expression close to... exasperated fondness, “Stop pretending and sleep, Merlin. You look like you’re on the verge from passing out in pain.”

Was he? Come to think about it, talking and teasing his way through distracted him from it, but it doubled his efforts into making sure his facade was perfectly crafted in front of another.

And now that she called him on it, the throbbing sensation practically screamed at him to rest.

Without another word, his Master made sure his head was on her lap with an angle that allowed her to comfortably apply the cold pack on his cheek without hurting him too much.

That wasn’t all, Ritsuka had started to pat his head and card her fingers through his hair as well, something that made something stir inside him in a way that almost felt painful...yet nice. Not painful painful, but in a way where... his chest felt full, or something like that...

-

Happy Endings. They are myths. They are but fairy tales from children’s picture books. They are things that can rarely be obtained by many.

It was also his wish. To see someone achieve an ending they can be happy with after a long journey filled with love and hope, despair and tragedy.

That was why... after a direct shot at the heart, Merlin knew he had less than a second to make sure Ritsuka was alive.

A literal gaping hole in her chest as he carried her limp form and off to the Reverse Side of the World. In the midst of all the chaos, he had appeared before Chaldea whithout so much as his usual grandeur that he would sometimes flourish before using his magic to suspend both her soul and body in a glass coffin full of flowers.

Without another word, he hurried back to where he resided along with the Master he had grown to love.

Chaldea understood, at that moment. Even Mash and Leonardo Da Vinci’s Gran Cavallo, he knew the moment he took her body. They cannot let the World take Fujimaru Ritsuka’s soul no matter what. The Foreign God had released Olga Marie’s soul along with the Chaldeas World with it. Restoration was finally brought back to the planet, but at the near cost of the life of the very person who saved it.

...Had it not been for his meddling again, he could have lost her today.

In Avalon, where the mana was dense enough to make a normal human explode on the spot, it would certainly be the opposite for this girl who slept so peacefully as if she hadn’t witnessed all kinds of horrors within the span of three years.

Merlin tucks a lock red-orange hair behind her ear, “...Would my Lord slap me if I told her that she makes a stunning sleeping beauty right now?”

There was no response. A coffin filled to the brim with flowers, a girl who wore her last mystic code to initiate a final fight in order to live.

...Live.

Amethyst irises flicker over to blackened hands covered by gloves, to the one that held red command spells.

He sighs. A thousand years of slumber to heal the curses and blessings so intertwined within her spirit that it was akin to physically segregating white, brown, and red rice grains, as well as to heal the hole in her chest when the Black Barrel had been used against them by the Foreign God herself.

...It really was a miracle she hadn’t died then and there.

Merlin clenches his fist to the point where his knuckles turned white, before sighing and slumping against his former Master.

A thousand years of waiting... All the people she knew would be gone before even a hundred years had past. Was this the right decision? To make her sure she lived a little longer instead of letting it end like that when they had the chance?

Had she lived without the Foreign God’s direct assault, the outcome would be the same. Ritsuka would be seal-designated and experimented upon for the rest of her life. It wouldn’t be much different than death, after all.

Either way, between the World turning her soul into fragments and shadows to fight for a worthless Grail and having the Mages Association capture her, he would rather have let her rest for a little while before letting her go once things have completely settled down.

By then, she would be able to return to a normal life. It wasn’t an ideal happy ending. But he was sure that she would understand their decisions.

Merlin brushes her bangs from her face, and kisses her forehead just like what she had done to him later that day during when his cheek throbbed painfully.

For sure, Ritsuka wouldn’t like what happened... but until the world has forgotten the mystics and the holy grail wars with it, he would not let her become a shadow of panhistory to fight for a useless cause.

Mash and the rest of Chaldea had sent letters and gifts with him (after threatening to go to Avalon themselves when they knew what the consequences would be), hoping that they survive long enough for the girl who loved them to receive it.

His hand drifts to a warm yet cold gloved one from Ritsuka and brings it to his lips, “Just when I am no longer alone in this tower of mine, my sole companion will be mostly asleep.” After the brief kiss, he tucks her hand back before sealing the coffin in glass. “How cruel you are, my Lord.”

...He’d become attached. Too attached to the point where he no longer acted as mediator and watcher, no longer a part of the audience in her life but a supporting character in her story.

Merlin smiles a little as he leans against the casket, willing to wait however long it takes for the person who loved him to wake up in this solitary field of flowers.

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the work of women.

inspired by words, women, and weaving by giovanna pedrinola.

The words “text” and “textile” share a common ancestor: the Latin “texere,” to weave. Similarly, “fabrica”–something skilfully produced­–birthed both “fabric” and “fabricate.” That language and cloth are so interwoven should not surprise us: they are, in some ways, intimately connected.  ­– Kassia St.Clair, The Golden Thread

The women of the Legion gossip, but you would never know it by their bowed heads, their unmoving lips, their clasped hands. While the men—fathers, brothers, and sons—fight with their weapons in the name of Caesar, the women—mothers, sisters, and daughters—fight with their words, taking Caesar’s name in vain.

The work of women was not so often quiet as people tend to think. Within the Legion it cannot be so bold as to be loud, either, but it has a sound. Words whispered under the rustling of clothes against a washboard, hidden behind the rubbing of threads together in a loom, or in between the crackling of wood in a cook fire. There is a language there that the Legionaries do not speak or even bother to listen for; they may stand guard outside a weaving circle and be none the wiser to the conversations going on there. But uttered between woven threads is insight on which of the Legionaries are kind to the women they bed or quick messages about the health of a child they should not know is theirs. They tell each other of news that will make their camps move further west when the men come back with injuries to heal or succumb to. They even warn each other of which of their fellow women are in the pockets of Caesar and his men, those who would translate their hidden language to them for a chance at a longer leash. Their own frumentarii.

Angerona pities such women. They would give up the only power they have under the banner of Caesar to betray the closest thing they have to friends, hoping that they might be granted a position as a priestess of Mars or else a favored concubine. They trade camaraderie for the scraps of men and do not understand that a long leash is still a leash all the same. She understands, though; she weaves her rebellion into every crimson banner, teaches the younger girls how to speak without being heard, stitches together battle wounds with a heavier hand than necessary. She takes what little power she has in the Legion and uses it to its full extent. She has an anger in her stronger than even their most fearsome Centurion, a wrath that even the Son of Mars could not match. Such anger moves her tongue to speak against them with a particular verve.

She tells the other women that her brother (and she knows he is her brother just as he knows she is his sister; there was a time where they could have been each other’s mirror), Perseus, is kind and soft spoken. She whispers to would’ve-been mothers and points out which children she helped deliver share their noses, hands, eyes. She prepares the girls for their first time packing and moving the camp, when stepping out of line is punished harsher than it is other times. She gives their power back to them in any small way she can.

The women of the Legion gossip, but the men would never know. All they see are bowed heads, unmoving lips, and clasped hands. They miss the imperceptible moments of eye contact and do not hear the warnings muttered under their breaths while their hands turn red in the dye of the bull-emblazoned banners. While the men fight in Caesar’s name, the women stain it, and hold tight to the one thing that cannot be taken from them.

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The Danger We Come From

CHAPTER V

A Peaky Blinders x Hunger Games crossover

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Nina Ferrante

Summary: as the training period comes to an end, Nina has to come to terms with the fact that it’s time to let the kids go. A year before, it was the possibility of her own death she had to come to terms with.

Warnings: mentions of violence, killing, smoking, English is not my first language, no proofreading.

A/N: Eva belongs to @evita-shelby , Aveline and Rose to @justrainandcoffee

Nina Ferrante is the OC from my Tommy Shelby x OC series Heart, Body and Soul

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72nd Hunger Games

Standing in the main room of District nine’s apartments, Nina poured herself a glass of water. Tomorrow the kids would enter the Arena, and there wouldn’t be much she could do for them anymore. She wondered what they were doing, if they were sleeping in their beds, tired from days of training, or if they were still awake, unable to close an eye, just like se was exactly a year before.

The good news was that they could have the chance to get some sponsors. With seven points out of twelve, they were among the tributes who had received the highest scores. Also, the interviews with Caesar had gone brilliantly. Lucas’s stories about the days he spent working with his father and Nora’s memories of her sisters had breached the audience’s hearts, eliciting a long series of oooohs, and aaaaws. Those fuckers loved sentimentalism.

“Can’t sleep?”

Alfie’s voice resounded in the room, snapping her away from her thoughts.

“No.”

“Me neither,” he said, sitting on a chair. He had dark circles under his eyes, and looked wearier than she had ever seen him. Nina didn’t know what it was, but she was sure there was something else worrying him, besides the Games.

“Rose found two sponsors,” he said, folding his hands in front of him.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, good,” he groaned, starting to crack his knuckles, his gaze lost in thought. It was clear his mind was somewhere else. There was definitely something more going on, but she knew better than to ask now. “We did the best we could,” he added after a while, seemingly coming back to reality.

“I hope so.” Nina observed the water in her glass as if it would show her the answer to all of her questions. About the kids’ fate, about herself. She hadn’t imagined it would be so heavy to step foot into that place again, and she wondered if it would get any easier, with time. “Feels like going back a year,” she murmured, before taking a sip from her glass.

“I know,” Alfie nodded. It was the same for him every year.

71st Hunger Games - The night before the Games

Nina’s naked feet made no sound on the cold floor as she turned down the corridor to go back to her room. She had left it in the hope that getting out of bed for a while would help her sleep, but she wasn’t sure it would work. She was too agitated, her mind hadn’t given her a second of peace since she had come back from the interviews. Thoughts of the Games had been haunting her the whole time, making it impossible for her to even stay still, let alone sleep. The sight of a lanky frame walking toward her in the semi-darkness made her stop in her tracks, and it was only when the moonlight shone on the person’s face that she was able to make out who it was. Oliver stopped in front of her, a tired look in his eyes.

“Still awake?” He whispered.

She nodded, soothingly rubbing her own arms. “I can’t sleep.”

“Same,” he mumbled, running a hand through his curls. “Maybe we can keep each other some company,” he suggested after a moment of hesitation.

Nina could see it on his face that he was expecting her to refuse. Most of the times she preferred to stay by herself, and usually kept her distance from him, despite his attempts to be friendly. Truth was, getting reaped with somebody she used to know had been a hard blow, and she was scared that if she let herself be close to him it would make everything way harder. But that night the prospect of being alone with her thoughts scared her. She could use some company. So she accepted, letting him into her room. They both sat on her bed, Nina leaning with her back against the headboard, and Oliver on the opposite side, in front of her. After making himself comfortable, he took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

“Where the hell did you get those?” Nina’s eyes widened in bewilderment.

“I have my sources,” he said vaguely, before putting one in his mouth. “Want one?”

Nina thought about it for a moment. The first and last time she had tried was when she stole a cigarette from Salvatore’s pack at the age of fifteen. Maybe it would help her relax, it seemed to work for him. “Why not,” she sighed, leaning forward to take a cigarette from the packet. When she placed it between her lips, Oliver lit it for her before lighting his own.

In the districts, the cigarettes only came from the black market. They were awful, the tobacco was mixed with God knew what, but they were cheap. Salvatore usually exchanged one hundred grams of the grain she provided through the tesserae for them. It wasn’t that much.

Oliver seemed to be used to it, though. Nina figured he must’ve picked up the habit early. She still remembered the day he was suspended from school for being caught smoking in the boys’ lavatory, when he was fourteen.

She grabbed the glass sitting on her bedside table and put it between them so that they could use it as an ashtray. After a few drags, she came to the conclusion that despite the awful taste, they did their job.

When Oliver went to flick the ashes, he missed the glass, accidentally making them fall on the bedsheets. “Oops,” he raised his eyebrows.

“This is the finest cotton of the entire Panem,” Nina scolded him in a high-pitched, exasperated voice, suppressing a grin. You’ll never see bedsheets like this ever again in your life. Literally.

The boy let out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re terrible.”

“C’mon, my Ella impression is pretty good.”

“It’s Elle,” he chuckled, amused by the fact that after a whole week Nina kept on getting the escort’s name wrong.

“Same fucking thing,” she muttered under her breath, before inhaling the smoke.

For a while neither of them said another word. It was Oliver the first to break the silence, voicing the thought that had been in the back of both of their heads since the Reaping day, but that none of them had ever dared to voice. “I’m scared.”

“Me too,” Nina admitted, the words heavy on her tongue. It felt strange to tell the truth after days of pretending she wasn’t afraid to die, that she was completely in control of herself. All bullshit. She was scared of dying, of being killed in a horrible and painful way, of leaving her family and causing yet another irreparable breach.

“Let’s make a deal,” Oliver said, catching her attention. “If one of us wins, the other’s family will never go hungry again.”

“My family’s too proud to accept help from anyone,” Nina shook her head. If there was something that hadn’t changed, it was the Ferrantes’ unbending pride and stubbornness. “But I promise I’ll take care of yours, if I win.”

Sitting on a couch in the Stockyard, Nina ran her fingers over the bump in her arm, where a woman had injected the tracker that would make sure the Gamemakers always knew her whereabouts. She had taken a shower, brushed her teeth, and was now waiting for Rosebeth to bring her uniform. She was strangely calm, as if it wasn’t her the one who was would be facing death in less than an hour. She felt disconnected, and that was not a good thing. She had to be focused if she wanted to survive the bloodbath.

The uniform consisted of black trousers with several pockets, a black t-shirt and a black jacket. In one of the trousers’ pockets, Rosebeth slipped the small bouncy ball Nina had brought as her token. It belonged to Vittorio.

“The jacket is waterproof,” Rosebeth commented, helping her to wear it. “You might wanna expect rain. It’s thin, but the material will keep you warm at night.”

“If I last until night, that is.”

“Don’t say that,” the stylist scolded her before grabbing a hairbrush. She skilfully styled her hair in four french braids which ended in a braided ponytail. It was a practical hairstyle to wear. It would last over time, and it would keep her long hair out of her face.

They spent what was left of their time together sat on the couch in silence, both aware that there wasn’t much to say at that point. Except for goodbye. Despite trying to keep a brave face, Nina couldn’t stop her leg from bouncing up and down. The wait was definitely the worst part. At that point, she just hoped it would begin soon. A hand rested on her knee, and when she turned her head Rosebeth gave her an encouraging smile. “It’ll be alright,” she said, but even she wasn’t too convinced either.

When a voice announced that it was time to prepare to launch, Nina took a deep breath, getting up from her seat. Rosebeth was soon next to her, but before she could step on the platform, she gently stopped her to fix her jacket. She had the impression the stylist was trying to take some time, for some reason.

“If I…” Nina started, but the lump in her throat prevented the words from coming out. “If I don’t come back-”

“Nina…” Rosebeth tried to stop her, but the younger girl shook her head.

“Please, listen,” she interrupted her. Rosebeth sighed, but stayed silent, giving her the chance to speak. “I know you can’t reach my family, but Alfie can. If I don’t come back, my brother Salvatore needs to know it wasn’t his fault. He’ll need to hear it,” she stressed the last words, looking right into the other woman’s eyes.

Reluctantly, Rosebeth nodded. “Alright.”

That response brought Nina a small glimpse of relief. Salvatore already beat himself up enough after not having the courage to volunteer for Vittorio, he didn’t need other guilt dropped on his shoulders. After one last look, Nina stepped on the metal plate, and the glass lowered around her. It was time.

As the platform slowly started to lift her, bringing her to the place where she’d have to fight for her life, Nina’s brain began to work incessantly, pondering what would be the best thing to do. She could just run away from the Cornucopia while the other tributes were busy fighting, but then she’d have nothing. No weapons, no water, no food or whatever tool she might need. But if she decided to grab something, she’d have to join the fight, and her chances to stay alive would dramatically decrease. However, if she went away with nothing, her chances would decrease all the same. Especially considering the sponsors weren’t on her side.

A light came into her view, and she understood that it was a matter of seconds before she was in the Arena. She had the impression her heart would jump out of her chest at any moment, or stop and kill her before anyone had the chance to. A crippling fear was starting to gnaw at her, making her hands shake, clouding her mind. She closed her eyes, letting out a ragged breath, trying to calm herself. That wasn’t the moment to panic. The humid air hit her face, and she knew she was officially inside. It was only when she opened her eyes that the reality of what was happening crashed down on her.

A voice resounded in the Arena. “Ladies and Gentlemen, let the Seventy-first Hunger Games begin.”

The countdown started. Sixty seconds.

Nina frantically looked at her surroundings, but she was too agitated to actually take in what she was seeing. She had to get a grip on herself, or she’d die within the first minute. Taking a deep breath, she tried her best to focus on what was around her, and find a solution before the countdown ended.

Forty seconds.

A rainforest, it seemed. The platforms were arranged in a circle around the Cornucopia, which was placed in the middle of a huge grassy space, mostly empty, but surrounded by trees in the distance. She’d have to run a lot before reaching the actual forest. If she gave up on the goods the Cornucopia offered, she could make it without fighting. But if she found herself in another tribute’s path without a weapon, she was dead. Fuck. She had to decide, and quickly.

Twenty seconds.

Or she could jump now and let the landmines blow her up. The audience wouldn’t like that. She pushed away the idea, horrified that something like that had even crossed her mind. She had to stay alive. She had promised herself she’d go back home, she couldn’t afford to indulge in that kind of thoughts.

Ten seconds.

There were backpacks, just outside the Cornucopia. She could take one of those, it would be better than nothing. She was fast, way more than the others, if she wasn’t wrong. But what if she was wrong?

Three. Two. One.

Fuck it. Nina jumped off the platform and ran in the Cornucopia’s direction, following her first instinct. As some tributes directly ran away into the woods without and others made the same decision as her, meaning they didn’t have a weapon yet, she reached it almost without trouble. She grabbed the closest backpacks and hid behind one of the multiple corners of the metal structure. She was right, she was the quickest among them, and she had managed to get there first. Chances were, the others hadn’t even seen her, too focused on their target. She figured the Careers, more confident after years of training, would venture into the mouth of the Cornucopia to grab the most valuable supplies, such as weapons and food, while the tributes from the other districts would grab the first things they found in their way and run. If she was right, she’d to wait until all of the tributes who chose take something from the Cornucopia were inside before getting out. Then she’d have to be quick.

Once again, Nina was right. As soon as the Careers entered the giant horn, she fled, her feet barely touching the ground as she ran in the forest’s direction. Behind her, the bloodbath started, and piercing screams reached her ears as the weaker tributes started to die at the hands of the stronger ones. But she ran without looking back, ignoring the screams and the pain in her legs, and kept on running even when she got to the forest, diving into its depths. She’d have plenty of time to study it later.

Nina only stopped when the adrenaline started to wear out, the fatigue threatening to make her knees give out. Panting, she sat on the roots of a tree, taking a few minutes to breathe. She was deep into the forest, probably far away enough from the others to allow herself to rest for a while. And she could take advantage of that moment to check what she had managed to snap up. She opened the black backpack and took out one item at a time.

A bottle. It was empty, much to her disappointment, but she could fill it, if she found a source of water. It was rather small, but capacious enough to last almost a day, if she rationed the water. Not bad.

An apple, half rotten on one side. Delicious.

A napkin. A fucking napkin. She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Were they kidding her? What the hell was she supposed to do with it? She shook her head, putting it back in the backpack with an annoyed huff. A napkin. Was that some kind of sick joke?

However, Nina’s disappointment disappeared when she went to grab the last item and something sliced her finger. Her gaze lit up as she took the object out. A knife. A sharp knife, with a thick blade. She had barely touched it, yet it had cut her. At least she could put the napkin to good use, she joked to herself, wiping the blood away with the white fabric. She placed the knife in her belt and the rest of the items in the backpack. Then she checked that Vittorio’s bouncy ball was still safe in her pocket, and got up. It was time to explore the Arena a bit.

72nd Hunger Games - First Day

Lucas and Nora had left that morning with the stylists. In a few minutes, Claudius Templesmith would announce the beginning of the 72nd Hunger Games, and they would appear on the screens of the whole Panem, along with 22 other kids sent to the slaughter. In the Training Centre, the room where they would transmit the Games was filling with mentors, who were taking their seats in front of the big screen. Everybody’s nerves were on edge, and the tension was so dense one could cut through it with a knife. Even the older mentors were in a clear state of agitation.

Nina sat in the third row with Alfie, and shortly after a dark-haired woman joined them. Eva Smith, District ten’s mentor. They had never spoken before, but she remembered her from the training, the previous year. District eleven’s mentor, Aveline Young - or Volcano Girl, as everyone called her -, on the other hand, glared at Alfie before walking past him. If she had to be honest, the dynamic between the Victors confused her, and she had been one of them for too short a time to make any sense out of it.

Suddenly, the lights went down, the screen lit up, and Claudius’s voice resounded through the speakers.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, let the Seventy-second Hunger Games begin.”

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lick his hand, antony

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I’m Home Now{P.M.}

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): Light swearing, lol the Hunger Games

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉:  773 Words 

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Peeta Mellark x fem!reader

𝒜/𝒩: Okay, I had an idea and ran with it. I think it’s cute. Essentially that’s all that matters right?

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You enjoy being around kids, it’s just something you naturally developed as you got older. Of course, that doesn’t mean you want any. Not in District 12. Not during Capital reign. Not to doom them to the Hunger Games by existing.

However, that has never kept you from helping parents with their kids. You’ve been a student mentor at school since you’ve been 15, or since you’ve been able to basically be a second teacher to little kids. You’ve been doing this for almost two years and enjoyed every minute of it.

You had taken a little girl named Aislynn outside to work on the alphabet with her after school. You had a good relationship with her and she always made you laugh, no matter what. She looked a little like your childhood crush, Peeta Mellark, but all the merchant children did. 

Your skirt had fanned out around you as you sat. Aislynn was wearing something similar to you since it was a dress up day at school and she loved it when you matched each other. You pulled out the cards her teacher gave you and started to go through the alphabet.

It was almost dark by the time you were done. You had taken her home and went to the bakery in the middle of the District. Your family couldn’t really afford to buy anything from there but... there was always a reason that you went. 

“Hey (Y/N),” The baker greeted. He always had a smile when you walked into the small store. You smiled back at him, glad that Peeta’s mother wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Good even Mr. Mellark,” You said happily, looking at the breads and the beautifully decorated cakes on display. “Who did these?” You asked, knowing full well that Peeta had been gone for almost two weeks.

“Er... I did,” He said plainly. He took one off of the display and showed it to you. “It’s not as intricate as my sons but I feel I did good,” He said proudly. 

He talked to you about it for a good fifteen minutes before offering you some bread for “Being there when my family needed it”.

You had walked home with two warm loaves of bread and a smile on your face. You had walked in to your home and the television was already switched on to the interviews with the tributes. You had silently gotten to work on cutting the bread and listened to each interview, setting aside a loaf for Aislynn’s family. You had rushed to find a seat on the ground amongst your siblings when you heard Peeta’s name.

You had heard Caesar’s question and hoped that Peeta wouldn’t answer or avoid the question, or maybe, just maybe...

“Well, there’s this girl who’s had my heart since kindergarten,” He started and you knew that it wasn’t going to be you. You’d known Peeta a while but not that long. You were only in the same class when you were five. “I just wish I’d been able to have some courage when it came to asking out (Y/N).”

Your heart stopped.

You tried not to freak out, you tried and tried and tried.

You didn’t try hard enough. 

You went to bed that night knowing your younger siblings were fed and knowing Peeta felt the same way.

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You had worn pants and a button up shirt that day. You tried getting your hair to cooperate and it didn’t want to. So you looked kinda cute but not like you were trying even though you definitely were.

You went about your day even though Peeta would be home any minute since the Games were over. He fought for you.

The day had dragged on, it was the first time you considered skipping Aislynn’s tutoring. You didn’t but it was considered.

You were almost done with the material when you heard heavy footsteps. You figured it was just Aislynn’s dad since he picks her up periodically. You turned to tell him when you realized it was Peeta. You kept yourself composed and, luckily, her dad was picking her up that day.

Almost as soon as she was in her dads care you nearly tackled Peeta to the ground.

“I’m home now,” He whispered to you.

“I see that,” You laughed.

He opened his mouth to say something when Aislynn, being carried by her father, made kiss-y sounds and said “Miss (Y/N)’s in love~!”

Peeta thought it was hilarious and your picture-perfect moment had been ruined, or made better, by the both of you laughing your asses off in the middle of a park.

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Congratulations on 1k!!!!! So happy for you 💗💟💗❣💟💗💖💗💖💗💘💝 for the drabble request: mark lee, roommates!au, "isn't that my sweater?"

pairing. mark lee ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff (!!), roommates au, friends to lovers au, domestic au, non idol au

warnings. listen if i don’t make you fall in love with mark lee (again) with this blurb then i have FAILED as a writer but then again this is not proofread lmao sorry

author’s note. thank you soso much, love! hope you enjoy this blurb bc i certainly did <3 this is lowkey a self indulgent piece bc i love mark lee and he deserves everything in the universe but i recommend listening to best part by daniel caesar ft. h.e.r. while reading this blurb bc /swoons such a romantic and calming song to listen to when you’re just chilling in your bedroom with someone you love c:

Very rarely do you have the privilege to sleep in on your days off. Working two part-time jobs just to make ends meet with little to no rest can really take a toll on your well-being. Even when you have a day off from one job, you use that free allocated time to run some errands, grabbing groceries or paying bills or house chores. Sure, you have a roommate to help you with some of those tasks but you feel bad for burdening him with some of your worries when he has his own problems to deal with, having also a part-time job with a career goal in mind.

But today is one of those rare days, and so you immerse yourself into dreamland, basking in the quiet morning hours of the day as the sunlight slowly trickles through your draperies, dust particles sifting through the air. The only sounds coming from your humble adobe is the slight rumbling of your central air conditioner and the occasional vibrations from your phone’s notifications, none of which awakens you from your much-needed slumber.

“You don’t know, babe

When you hold me

And kiss me slowly

It’s the sweetest thing”

Funny enough, while those sounds were much closer to you in vicinity, you found yourself waking up to a distant sound — voice, actually — one that originates to what you could only assuming to be from your roommate’s bedroom. No longer are your morning hours quiet for they are now filled with a serene voice followed by pulled guitar strings, gently pulling you out from the depths of your mind.

You open eyes and take in your surroundings, the same view every morning. Only this time, it’s feel a little different. The ambiance seems lighter, inviting almost. Instead of the regular groggy feeling you get when you wake up, you feel at peace, that feeling you get knowing that everything is going to be alright, and that everything is okay.

You smile a little at the sound of Mark’s voice. Stretching in your bed a little, you rip the sheets off your body before getting up. You grabbed the nearest sweater nearby and put it over your head, the fresh scent of clean laundry entering through your nose. Exiting out your bedroom, you walked across the hall to your roommate’s bedroom where his door lies wide open, just like you always see it.

‘My door is always open for you,’ you recalled him saying. ‘Whatever you need, whatever you want, I’m always a knock away.’

And lo and behold, as you leaned against his door frame, you find Mark sitting in his desk chair, his acoustic guitar in possession with his fingers deftly strumming the tunes of a love song. His back faces towards you, completely unaware of your presence as he is lost in his own world.

“I just want to see how beautiful you are

You know that I see it

I know you’re a star”

You feel butterflies in your stomach, your feelings fluttering inside as your roommate seranades to your favorite song. The melodies of his voice transcends through the air, dancing through as the love in your irises unconsciously coveys out to your favorite person. You never met a person like him, and you are starting to believe that it will forever be like that way because you have never felt this way towards someone before. Never once have you felt so comfortable towards someone where they can make you feel at ease, at home.

“If life is a movie

Oh, you’re the best part”

Mark Lee is perhaps the best part of your life. For someone so pure and selfless to appear in your world and befriend you is more than a wish you could ask for. That’s how you found yourself falling for him harder and harder with each passing day. No matter how busy you two are, you always find yourself back to his side seeking for the comfort he always emanates.

“If you love me, won’t you say something?

If you love me, won’t you

Love me, won’t you”

Will you ever tell him of your unspoken feelings? You’ll never know. Maybe time will tell, but for now, you’re fine where you stand in this relationship. As you stayed perched against his doorway, you knock on his door, finally capturing his attention after he finishes his song. He turns around to you and smiles.

“Hey,” he laughs. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

You smiled and shook your head. “No, you didn’t,” you lied. “I was already awake when you started singing. I just wanted to see what song you were playing, that’s all.”

He turns in his seat and places his guitar back on its stand. As he gets up from chair, he stretches his limbs, a slight groan in the process. “Yeah, it’s a song called Best Part.”

“Daniel Caesar and H.E.R.?”

He points a finger-gun at your direction. “Bingo.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Sir, I think we both know that song has been playing on repeat on my speakers before I go to sleep almost every night.”

“And that is why I decided to play it, because you put it on repeat so much that it’s now stuck in my head.”

You both shared a laugh before you softly shoved his shoulder, your morning much brighter than before when you have awaken.

“Hey, isn’t that my sweater you’re wearing?” he asks.

You look down at the sweater you’re wearing. ‘Oh, I didn’t notice,’ you thought. “Uh, I think so. I might’ve gotten it mixed up with my sweaters when I did laundry the other day,” you responded. You look up to the latter. “Why? Do you want it back?”

“No, no! It’s not that, it’s just...”

You raise an eyebrow. “It’s just?”

He nervously chuckles and scratches his head. “It.. It looks good on you.”

jeongvision’s milestone event!

[katnissmellarkkk]

Bookcomb of Katniss and Peeta reuniting, and also by contrast, the few times Katniss pictured what their reunion would be. Spoiler, it never turned out the way she wanted.

-

Blinding lights. The deafening roar rattles the metal under my feet. Then there’s Peeta just a few yards away. He looks so clean and healthy and beautiful, I can hardly recognize him. But his smile is the same whether in mud or in the Capitol and when I see it, I take about three steps and fling myself into his arms. He staggers back, almost losing his balance, and that’s when I realize the slim, metal contraption in his hand is some kind of cane. He rights himself and we just cling to each other while the audience goes insane. He’s kissing me and all the time I’m thinking, Do you know? Do you know how much danger we’re in? After about ten minutes of this, Caesar Flickerman taps on his shoulder to continue the show, and Peeta just pushes him aside without even glancing at him. The audience goes berserk. Whether he knows or not, Peeta is, as usual, playing the crowd exactly right.

-

For a moment I can’t quite see right because of the snow, which is now coming down in earnest. Then I make out Peeta coming through his front door. In my head I hear President Snow’s directive, “Convince me.” And I know I must.

My face breaks into a huge smile and I start walking in Peeta’s direction. Then, as if I can’t stand it another second, I start running. He catches me and spins me around and then he slips — he still isn’t entirely in command of his artificial leg — and we fall into the snow, me on top of him, and that’s where we have our first kiss in months. It’s full of fur and snowflakes and lipstick, but underneath all that, I can feel the steadiness that Peeta brings to everything. And I know I’m not alone. As badly as I have hurt him, he won’t expose me in front of the cameras. Won’t condemn me with a halfhearted kiss. He’s still looking out for me. Just as he did in the arena. Somehow the thought makes me want to cry. Instead I pull him to his feet, tuck my glove through the crook of his arm, and merrily pull him on our way.

-

However it falls out, two of us are going to be in the arena again with the other as mentor. We can’t afford any drunkards on this team. Especially not you, Katniss,” says Peeta to me.

“What?” I sputter indignantly. It would be more convincing if I weren’t still so hungover. “Last night’s the only time I’ve ever even been drunk.”

“Yeah, and look at the shape you’re in,” says Peeta.

-

I don’t know what I expected from my first meeting with Peeta after the announcement. A few hugs and kisses. A little comfort maybe. Not this.

-

Finnick has reached Peeta now and is towing him back, one arm across his chest while the other propels them through the water with easy strokes. Peeta rides along without resisting. I don’t know what Finnick said or did that convinced him to put his life in his hands — showed him the bangle, maybe. Or just the sight of me waiting might have been enough. When they reach the sand, I help haul Peeta up onto dry land.

“Hello, again,” he says, and gives me a kiss. “We’ve got allies.”

“Yes. Just as Haymitch intended,” I answer.

-

Peeta.

Alive and well — maybe not well but alive and here. Away from Snow. Safe. Here. With me. In a minute I can touch him. See his smile. Hear his laugh.

Haymitch’s grinning at me. “Come on, then,” he says.

I’m light-headed with giddiness. What will I say? Oh, who cares what I say? Peeta will be ecstatic no matter what I do. He’ll probably be kissing me anyway. I wonder if it will feel like those last kisses on the beach in the arena, the ones I haven’t dared let myself consider until this moment.

-

Peeta’s awake already, sitting on the side of the bed, looking bewildered as a trio of doctors reassure him, flash lights in his eyes, check his pulse. I’m disappointed that mine was not the first face he saw when he woke, but he sees it now. His features register disbelief and something more intense that I can’t quite place. Desire? Desperation? Surely both, for he sweeps the doctors aside, leaps to his feet, and moves toward me. I run to meet him, my arms extended to embrace him. His hands are reaching for me, too, to caress my face, I think.

My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.

-

I wake with a start. Pale morning light comes around the edges of the shutters. The scraping of the shovel continues. Still half in the nightmare, I run down the hall, out the front door, and around the side of the house, because now I’m pretty sure I can scream at the dead. When I see him, I pull up short. His face is flushed from digging up the ground under the windows. In a wheelbarrow are five scraggly bushes.

“You’re back,” I say.

“Dr. Aurelius wouldn’t let me leave the Capitol until yesterday,” Peeta says. “By the way, he said to tell you he can’t keep pretending he’s treating you forever. You have to pick up the phone.”

He looks well. Thin and covered with burn scars like me, but his eyes have lost that clouded, tortured look. He’s frowning slightly, though, as he takes me in. I make a halfhearted effort to push my hair out of my eyes and realize it’s matted into clumps.

I feel defensive. “What are you doing?”

“I went to the woods this morning and dug these up. For her,” he says. “I thought we could plant them along the side of the house.”

-

[harrysgloves]

Three’s Company (part 2)

Harry Styles x Reader x Florence Pugh

>>>PART ONE<<<

Story Summary: You deal with your breakup.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Language // Angst // Pretty sure I made the reader an alcoholic // oh and you know smut!! YEAH bet you didn’t think you were getting makeup sex but oh you are. (threesome so proceed with caution, thanks)

Authors Note: I got carried away... but don’t we all when it comes to them? Anyways, feedback is always wanted and deeply loved. Hope you you guys like it!! xx

>>>

"Is this color too moody?" You asked your neighbors cat that was lounging in your living room.

The midnight black ball of fur lazily blinked open his eyes long enough to croak out a "meow" before going back to sleep. Your head nodded in agreement as your 5th beer bottle of the day pressed against your lips.

"No, you're right. It's allowed to be moody." You agreed with the very large, very old, cat who always wandered over to your apartment. His owner, Ms. Thompson, gladly let you babysit him for a few days after she came to your door to find him the first night. Your blood shot, tear filled eyes when you answered the door, fully gave away the fact you'd been crying for the last few hours. 

A bowl of Tupperware with hot chicken noodle soup laid on your doorstep the next morning along with the first gorgeous bouquet of flowers. 

It had been four days since your break up with Harry and Florence. Four days of sleepless nights, alcohol filled days, and meaningless activities to keep your mind off how you were feeling.

Four vases of flowers that you couldn't bring yourself to throw away sat on your cluttered counter. The delicate petals were starting to turn brown around the edges from your lack of care. The notes on each one seemed to glare at you everytime you walked to your fridge to grab another drink.

Each one a variation of, "I'm so sorry. -H"

"When we broke up it was for totally different reasons. I wanted to raise the kids Jewish; you wanted to sleep with men." Debra Messings' voice and the horrible laugh track of 'Will and Grace' filled your lonely apartment. Your comfort show played on repeat. The same jokes, the same voices, the same fucking void in your heart.

It'd be four days and you felt like you were a second away from losing mind.

And sure, maybe, you could have called them. You could have said you overreacted and that you messed up so badly. Instant regret hit you as soon as you had walked out his door.

You'd get over it, get over them but it didn't seem to be as easy as you originally thought.

Everything reminded you of them.

"Love this one." Harry said the last time he'd spend the night with you. Your favorite record played softly in the background when he placed the needle down on it.

"Oh, this is one of my favorite episodes!" Flor cheered as she ran out of your kitchen to the living room at the sound of a 'Friends' episode starting.

"Got yeh this when I was out today." Harry handed you a dumb pen holder. A small Julius Caesar that had pens jetting out of his back.

"Take this before you freeze." Florence mumbled as she moved your blanket slightly off Harry and towards you while you all cuddled in your bed.

Everything that reminded you of them had been boxed off, separated, put away somewhere else until you could look at it again. You were left in an almost barren house that no longer felt like a home, with a cat, that wasn't even yours, sleeping on your coffee table that was littered with empty beer bottles. All while you drunkenly painted your walls at 2 in the afternoon. 

How did shit get this bad?

The sound of a knock at your door called you out of your mind. An instant sinking feeling started in your chest as you walked across the floor. The wave of alcohol that ran through your system calmed some of the nerves but not all of them.

They wouldn't show up here, right?

You could feel the sweat starting on your hand as it rested on the doorknob. Another knock came from the other side of the door made you jump in your skin. 

"You haven't answered your phone in four days! Open up!" One of your brothers yelled from the hallway as his fist pounded on your door. You rolled your eyes as you stood there debating if you could avoid him. Your plan to stay as quiet as possible quickly went to shit. 

"Y/N, do not make me call dad." Your other brother, the one who's slightly fucking scary, voice boomed through your door like it wasn't even there.

You threw your door open to the absolute shit show that was your family. All four dumbass brothers stood outside of your apartment door. All four let out a simultaneous sigh of relief before walking into your very messy apartment.

"Jesus." Jason, the youngest, breathed out when the smell of alcohol hit him right in the face. His nose scrunched as his worried eyes flashed over the room.

"Did you drink an entire liquor store?" Tommy, the one you were closest to, asked as he scanned the damage done to your living room and what the hell you'd been doing to your liver the last four days. 

"Shut up." You mumbled as you sat down on the floor, the couch was deemed unusable by you until further notice. Way, way, too many memories on that dumb thing.

Raphael's lips pursed as he studied the new living room color. He didn't even bother to hide the fact he was judging your meltdown as he turned to you.

You two were the closest in age. You were only 6 months older, and were both adopted at the same time. It definitely didn't make getting along as children necessarily easy. The both of you butted heads so much the other 3 acted more like referees than siblings. Which is why the room seemed to shift dramatically as he turned to you.

"So, you stonewall your way out of a relationship and then ignore everyone who checks on you?"

"Here we fucking go." Jack, the middle child and probably the most sensible brother groaned as he sat down cross-legged on the floor. His head rested in his hand as he stroked Marshmallow's black fur.

"Hey! We said we weren't going to bring you if you started a fight." Tommy snapped right before Jason interrupted.

"He has a point, Tomás."

"Like you haven't had your heartbroken."

"She's the one in the wrong!"

"No she isn't!"

"You can't defend her forever. She has to own up to her shit."

You groaned, your head laid back as you listened to them argue about you, right in front of you. 

There wasn't enough alcohol in the world to deal with this.

"Get out." You said as you stood from your place on the floor, all eyes darted to you as you demanded for your own space. 

"Wait, what?" Tommy asked as the rest of them looked at you like you had magically grown three heads.

"I said, get out. I'm not listening to this. You guys want to fight, go to dad's." You opened your front door, held it wide open for all of them to filter out. Each one gave a sad or sympathetic smile as they left.

"Y/N, I think you should really give them anoth-" Jack tried to reason with you before you shut the front door, hard. The slam echoed through your now quiet apartment as you stood there yet again, alone. 

>>>

Your hooded eyes stared at the same spot on your ceiling. Your back rested on the cold hardwood floor of your wrecked living room. Your head swam with a fuzziness that only happens when you spend too many days on a bender.

You were fucked and your heart, your soul, hurt in a way you didn't think was possible. 

You could feel the prick of tears starting again in your eyes as your mind ran over everything. The good times, the bad, the moment you wished you could take back.

Why did you leave that damn house? You could have at least let him explain.

You sighed as you sat up. The uncomfortable feeling of the room spinning only got worse as you shifted forward to grab the drink you'd poured earlier. The glass pressed against your dried out lips as the same laugh reel ran in the background.

Was this your life now? You wondered as you sat on that cold floor of your apartment. You used to be okay with nights like these. You used to be fine being alone.

Now, the silence felt like a stab to the gut.

Your phone that laid on the table vibrated non-stop. The worried texts of people who loved you flooded your phone, you were worried about you too but you couldn't admit it.

Why did this hurt so bad?

Was it because you'd never experienced a loss like this before?

Or was it because deep down, shut away in the corner of your mind you dared to never go to, you knew exactly how you felt about them? And it scared the shit out of you.

You gulped down the rest of your drink. Not wanting to begin the vicious cycle of why you were so quick to give up on them. Why you were so determined to leave before any explanation could be given. 

Fucking hell, you needed therapy.

Your shaky legs walked over to the TV, turning off the reruns. Your glass placed on the edge of your coffee table as you made your way to your bathroom. A hot shower would always fix everything. 

The stream of warm water pounded against your back as you sat in your bathtub. Your mind fluttered around the idea of taking a job that required you to permanently leave the country for a while. Maybe you could fall in love with a nice coast side in Italy or a small Cafe in France.

You didn't notice the sound of your front door opening or the footsteps in your apartment. Your eyes were already so heavy. The steam of the shower only made the low lullaby of sleeper louder in your mind.

Sleep and everything will be better. 

>>>

You woke up the next morning in your bed. The bright sun burned your eyes as you blinked away the foggy feeling of sleep that still lingered around you. Your brain felt like a pile of mush as you reached for the bottle of water you kept on your side table.

How did you even get to bed?

The last few days had blurred together into a muddy picture. Everything jumbled together; drinks, painting, TV, organizing your kitchen, looking at apartments in foreign countries online.

"Morning!" Your brother chirped happily as he walked into your room. 

You could have literally jumped out of your skin. You screamed, loudly, almost falling out of the bed.

"What the fuck!" 

"I came back last night and you were asleep in the shower!" He said like you were the dumb one. "A thank you would be nice."

"Why are you in my apartment?" You asked, but only received the blankest of stares back. You knew why he was here. "I don't want to hear it."

"Too bad. Obviously, you need to hear it 'cause your apartment smells like a bar and you haven't talked to anyone in almost a week." He shrugged as he sat on the edge of your bed. The black ball of fur you'd eventually have to give back to your neighbor wasn't far behind him. Small black paws circled around you before he found a place to sleep comfortably.

"This sucks." You mumbled after a bit of silence. You could tell Jack didn't want to push you. Usually, this was a thing Tommy would handle but for some reason, the tribe had sacrificed Jack to be the emotional voice of reason this time.

"You know," he said as his hand ran through Marshmallow's fur. His teeth bit the inside of his lip as he debated what to say for a second before continuing. "you could just admit you were in the wrong and go apologize. I mean, you clearly fucking regret it." 

"I don't." You answered so quickly even Marshmallow didn't believe you. His green eyes stared in lazy disbelief. "I mean I do but… I don't know, Jack. It's weird 'cause I'm so sad but… what if this never gets better? What if it's always like this? Like, we're always struggling to be a normal couple?"

"You're not a normal couple so why would you try to act like one?" 

Your eyes shot to his at the words that poured out of his mouth so carefully. You'd never thought of it that way before. Your brows furrowed as you stared back at the bed. 

Was there a chance for you to make this work with them?

"Look, Y/N, relationships are fucking hard no matter what but you can't just… walk out on people before they get a chance to hurt you."

"I didn't."

"You did. It's kind of your thing, you know?" He smiled softly to you. Not condescending or in a know it all way, in the way only a sibling could without getting smacked. "Not that it doesn't make sense but if they made you happy, maybe you should try to hear their side of it."

"When did you become the smart brother?" You teased with that wide smile across your face.

"Right after I came out of the closet." 

"Shut up." You said through a laugh. The first one you'd had in days. That weight that laid on your chest seemed to have lifted a small amount.

Maybe, just maybe, you could talk this through with them.

>>>

You stood on the same doorstep you angrily stormed across not even a week ago. The pink door that you used to love, suddenly felt like a door to the electric chair.��

Maybe you couldn't do this.

You sighed, your eyes darting back to the old Camero you loved just a little too much. Arms crossed over your chest to keep you warm as you stood in your place. You knew you couldn't go back to your apartment this quickly without getting asked questions. 

Raphael, Jack, Tomás, and Jason were all waiting for your post-breakup meltdown if this didn't go well. Each one said they'd stay with you on rotation shifts until you felt better if you needed it.

Which was sweet, but you kind of wanted to rot in silence and alcohol if this went as badly as you thought it was going to. 

Your tongue grew thick as your stomach churned. Your eyes closed as you sighed heavily, your ass plopped down on his front steps, head rested in your hands.

You didn't know where to even start when it came to talking to them. Your feelings were hurt but you shouldn't have walked out without giving them a chance to explain. You didn't want to feel like the odd man out but didn't want to broadcast your relationship. 

The whole thing was messy and complicated. You wished so hard that it'd be easy. That talking about what you felt would be easy.

But you knew it wasn't, it never was, at least not for you. You shoved all your emotions down and kept chugging along your whole life. You pretended everything was fine, even when it wasn't. Which was exactly what ended you up here in the first place.

If you would have told them sooner they would have ended the PR shit.

"Hi." The thick accent from behind you startled your thoughts for a second but you didn't turn around. Your fingers messed with the edge of the rip in your jeans as your eyes focused on the crack in his sidewalk.

"Hi." You said quietly after what felt like a full minute of silence. You heard him let out a small sigh, his feet shuffled forward until he sat down quietly beside you.

You tried to not look at him, knowing if you did you'd burst out into tears. So you stayed focused on the ground, the dead leaves that floated along the road, the grass that was getting crunchy from the cold weather. 

"Y/N, 'M-" he started but you waved your hand to get him to stop. Your head rested against his shoulder that tensed up from your touch. 

You didn't want to talk for a second, just a second. You breathed in the familiar smell of him, the cologne he always wore was faint on his skin. The sleep shirt he wore was your favorite, you realized. The blue sweatshirt always made his eyes look so beautiful.

"I missed you." You said into his shoulder. Your lips brushed against the soft fabric as you spoke. 

"'M missed yeh too." His voice cracked as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. His fingers laced through yours as you moved closer into the warmth of him. "Flor's inside if y'wanna talk."

You sighed, you knew you needed to talk, knew you had to talk about it. You just didn't want to. The feel of him being close to you again, the intoxicating smell of him near. 

Your head lifted from his sweatshirt, only to see how rough he'd been doing himself the last few days. His bloodshot green eyes had large bags under them. His scruff on his face, messy brown curls. He'd done just as bad as you.

You only caught sight of his lips for a second before saying fuck it. Talking could happen later, you'd missed him so much.

Your lips pressed against his with a force that knocked him backwards for a second but you didn't care. No, this was the most "at home" you'd felt in days.

He felt like home.

His lips molded to yours so perfectly, once he got a hold of himself. His hand slipped to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him.

Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest as your lips parted, welcoming him back. 

He pulled you up with him. His hands around your waist, lips still connected with yours as he walked the pair of you inside.

You wished you could slow down the moment. The way he was holding you tightly to him, like he never wanted to let you go again. The fleeting feelings ran through your mind but they all ended the same way.

You fucking loved him, so much.

All your energy was going into not crying from your surge of emotions. The rush of adrenaline was intoxicating, your shaky hands danced in the messy tangle of his unkempt brown curls as you tried to hold onto that shred of sanity you had left. 

"I missed you." You breathed out when you came up for air. His forehead pressed against yours, his body crowded yours to the wall. "God, I fucking missed you." 

He chuckled, a slight smile on his now swollen lips but you couldn't help it. It was the only thing your brain could come up with besides how sorry you were for not giving him a chance to explain.

"Miss me any?" Her voice made you look around Harry. Her arms crossed over her chest but that hint of a smile smoothed across her lips as she leaned on the doorway that led to the entry.

"Wanna see how much I missed you both?"

>>>

Maybe this wasn't necessarily the healthiest way to deal with your problems as a couple. But at this moment you could have cared less what a therapist would say about your tendency to avoid things that were important.

You laid on your back, your legs wide open, toes digging into the mattress as Florence's tongue pressed a wide thick lick through your folds. Circling around your bundle of nerves before slipping into you. 

You would have moaned out loud, if it wasn't for the dick rammed down your throat. Your head laid off the side of the bed, your vision upside down as Harry's pulsating member slid down your open and waiting mouth. His hand around your neck, squeezing himself.

"Missed fuckin' yeh throat, pup." He groaned out as his hips snapped against your spit soaked face. He backed out long enough for you to catch your breath before shoving his way back in. Your abused throat would hate you for this in the morning but right now you didn't care.

"Feel good, baby?" Flor asked as her finger curved inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that always made your eyes roll back. She didn't have to ask if it felt good, she knew it did, she just wanted the bragging rights of who gave you the better orgasm of the night.

Harry's member pulled out of your throat. You tried your best to catch your breath as he crouched down to your level. His hands doing the best they could to wipe away all the saliva that ran down your cheeks. Playful green eyes met yours.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart?" He asked even though he really didn't need to. The sound of your moans alone was enough to tell you were close.

"Mhm." Was all you managed to get out, your hands threaded through Florence hair as her mouth joined her fingers. Your eyes closed as you got closer to your high, your skin raised in goosebumps as she did that fucking flicking, swirl, of her tongue that always did you in.

"Good, 'm gonna make you cum harder than that." Harry's words faded in your mind as that crashing sensation washed you away. 

Florence scoffed as her head lifted from between your legs. The back of her hand wiped your juices away as she rolled her eyes at Harry.

"Good fucking luck trying to top that one." 

"Guys," you groaned, your hand over your eyes. "Supposed to be makeup sex, not a competition." 

"Can be both." Harry mumbled under his breath, quietly, but you still caught it. Your eyes glared at him as you turned around on the bed.

"Shut up." You mumbled as you reached forward, your hands around his neck as you brought him up to your level. Your mouth enveloped his quickly to stop the argument.

You pulled him onto the bed with you two. His knees hitting the edge before climbing up the rest of the way as your tongue took control of this kiss. It didn't happen often but when it did you ran with the opportunity. His mouth following your lead until you pulled away slightly, your teeth catching his bottom lip softly causing him to moan.

"Fuck," he cursed as you pulled away that sweet smile on your face like you didn't know that he loved that.

Florence came behind the pair of you, her lips pressed against your shoulder, up your neck, small love bites left here and there before she took the chance to kiss you when Harry pulled away. Her hands pulled on your waist, tugging you down to the bed to lay on your back.

"Ready?" She asked as Harry stroked himself, the nod of your head was all he needed to hoist your legs up. His pulsing tip ran through your folds as you reached for Florence, your arms wrapped around her thighs as you pulled her down on your mouth.

Harry continued to tease your opening. His tip slipping in and out of you easily as your tongue ran rapid through Florence's pussy. Her wetness was almost to the point of dripping down your face. You groaned as you pulled her by her thighs down harder onto you as your tongue circled into her hole. Fuck, you missed her taste. 

You heard the sounds of their kissing, her moans, before he finally pushed his way into you. Your walls clinging around him immediately, pulling him closer into you, making him hiss lowly.

"Jesus, she always so fuckin' tight." His hands embedded themselves into your thighs as he held you open for him. His fingers pulled back the lips of your pussy briefly before you felt Florence shift forward, her core off your mouth as her tongue circled your clit.

Your loud, unabashed moans filled the room. Your mind clouded with nothing but desire and lust, barely functioning at all. Thoughts weren't making sense, you were going based on instinct when your fingers slipped into her cunt that was inches in front of your face.

Harry's grunt and groans as he fucked into your tight cave halted for a moment, his erection pulled out of you briefly. The unmistakable sounds of your girlfriend choking on your boyfriends cock filled the room.

You moaned at the sound, your core clenched as your fingers finally twisted into the right angle. Her velvet walls pulled you in as she tried her best to keep breathing around Harry's thick member.

"Fuck, keep doing that." He panted, accent thick, voice deep with pleasure as you hit that spot in her again. A flood of her arousal coated your fingers as she let out another loud moan, her body slacked on top of you as Harry pulled out of her throat. 

You weren't prepared for when he thrusted himself back into you. Your moan cracked as you gripped tightly onto Florence's thighs. 

"Told yeh I was gonna make you cum harder." He mumbled as Florence let out a laugh. She rolled over to lay beside you, her lips lazily kissing yours the best they could through Harry's rough thrusts into you.

"Make her cum harder than I did and you can cuddle her tonight." Florence smirked, her hands ran over your hair as you pouted.

"Deal."

"Hey! I wanted to cuddle both of you." Your head shot off the bed as you glared at the both of them, who were both very very clearly taking their competition too far.

Leave them alone for four days and you come back to them acting like children.

"Tomorrow night, sweetheart. I got somethin' prove." Harry smiled as he leaned down to you, his lips capturing yours before you could protest, a roll of his hips had you moaning.

Maybe this bet wasn't that bad.

"Yeah, proving I'm better." Florence scoffed again, adding fuel to the fire as her hand leisurely traveled between her legs. A soft moan passed through her lips as Harry basically growled at her through his teeth.

You rolled your eyes at her as she gave you a shrug and a smile. His length pulled out of you again as he lifted you up, switching you over to be on top of him.

He was pushed back into you in less than a second, his hands grasping the round flesh of your ass tightly as he leaned you forward into his chest. His legs pushed himself upwards, hitting your sweet spot every single time.

You were thankful he pulled you into his chest. Your moans rolled easily as his hands dug deeper into your skin, you were teetering on the edge with in minutes. His gruff groans as his sensitive pulsating member pushed into you only added fuel to the fire. 

"Come 'ere, baby." He said as he slowed down his punishing pace his hand left your bum, fingers slipped into Florence's mouth for only a few seconds before finding their way back to you.

The pressure from his finger prodding into your back hole had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. The deep, low, sound that resonated in the bottom of your chest had a smug grin on Harry's face.

He knew he'd won.

His finger and along with his cock fucked into you until you could hardly register your own name. You could feel your heart beating in your core, your nipples so sensitive you could barely stand to have them brush against his own chest. 

Harry hummed as you seemed to lose yourself in the feeling of your mounting high. Florence's hand between her legs, stroking herself faster as her lips pressed to Harry's.

You felt a pressure in your stomach you'd never felt before, building and building, ready to bust any second. You didn't even have time to warn him when you felt the dam release. Your head floated in the clouds as your juices ran down him, soaking the bed.

"Well, fuck, I've never made her do that." Florence mumbled after Harry's final thrust into you. His gloating laugh filled the room as you laid limp.

"Told yeh so." He cooed as his hand ran down your back in soothing circles. Florence kissed softly on your shoulder, your arm, wherever until your eyes finally focused on her.

"You okay?" She asked as she brushed away the hair that was stuck to your face.

"Mhm, wanna sleep." You whined, your head pressed into Harry's shoulder tightly as you felt him soften inside of you. Your hips shifted to move off him but his hand quickly pressed your ass down again.

"Go to sleep, darlin'." He kissed the top of your head before he nuzzled into your. Florence arm wrapped around the both of you as Harry opened one arm for her to cuddle into his side. 

>>>

"Mornin', sweetheart." Harry hummed as he rounded the corner to his kitchen. A quick kiss placed on Florence's lips before he picked up the cup of tea she already had made for him.

"Morning." She mumbled into her cup. Her legs pulled up beside her as she sat on the counter. 

"Wot's wrong?" He paused before taking a sip, his eyes studying her as she sighed.

"It's just…" she stared at the coffee pot that hadn't been used in a week. The steaming brown liquid dripped into the vessel below it. She sighed, shaking her head. "I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was make sure she didn't leave again." 

Harry's eyes softened, his hand ran through her hair, lips pressed to her forehead. Trying his best to comfort her which is what he tried, and usually failed, at doing all week long.

"We'll talk to her, okay?"

Flor nodded her head, her lips pressed to his one last time as they heard the door to the bedroom creak open. A shirt you'd taken out of Harry's closet hit your knees as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Morning." You said as you gave both of them a kiss, your eyes more trained to the pot of delicious coffee than either one of their faces.

"Y/N?" Florence asked as you poured your first cup, the smell wafting into your senses had your knees almost buckling. 

"Yeah, baby?" You asked without turning around. The glass pressed to your swollen lips from all of last nights kissing, the warm mug felt like a relief to them.

"Can, uhm," she started, you finally turned around to see her looking uncomfortable. Her tongue wet her lips, eyes glanced to Harry before she continued. "can we talk, you know… about everything now?" 

"Right, yeah of course, we should… just-" You could feel the nerves pit in your stomach growing as you nodded towards the table. The three of you sat in your usual chairs, your usual mugs in your hands, but it wasn't an usual morning.

No, now you actually had to talk about what was bothering you.

"Right." Harry said, hoping to get the conversation started with already but the room was dead silent.

"Right." You repeated mostly to fill the awkward silence that was growing thicker in the room by the second. You could feel your ears rushing, the room was so quiet. No TV to drown out the weird atmosphere, no music to cover up the fact you had to talk about what happened.

"So, I guess 'm gonna start." Harry said after he glanced at the both of you two, seeing he was going to have to get the ball rolling on this whole thing.

"Yeh know 'm really, really, sorry 'bout the Gemma stuff. I was gonna tell her the next week after the last interview but she decided to come in early and surprise me." Your lips rolled in your mouth as you listened to him. You knew the whole time you sat in your apartment, drunk, that a version of this was what happened. "And I didn't want yeh to get hurt and 'm so sorry it seemed like I was hiding yeh away from people."

You could feel the start of tears in your eyes. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from a blubbering meltdown that was about to happen. Which you might have been able to avoid if his hand didn't wrap itself around yours from across the table.

"Just," you sighed, your hand squeezed his as you tried to wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheek. "Just, I should have said it was bothering me before it got to that point and I'm sorry I didn't and I blew up then walked out."

"It's okay." Florence said softly, her other hand laced through your free one. "But… maybe, we should agree to talk about stuff a bit more."

"Yeah, think that would probably be good." Harry agreed as he scooted forward in his chair, his hand wiped away the rest of your tears. "So, yeh gonna stay, right?"

You smiled up to him, your hand laced tighter through Florence's fingers as you nodded your head.

Yeah, you think you'd stay with them.

[abbacchiosbelt]

YES PLEASE WRITE OLD!CAESAR DILF HCS!!!!! But like only if you want to of course and have the time 😅

it’s been a while since my last installment in this series, so i figured it’d be a fun prompt to end my writing break with! i was thinking of @min0uze‘s old caesar design while i wrote this because i am very partial to it, but you’re free to imagine caesar however you want!

setting the stage — caesar, now in his late 60s and looking as incredible as ever (much to joseph’s annoyance, who hasn’t kept up with his hamon training nearly as strictly as caesar has), is starting to yearn for something more in his life. his work with the speedwagon foundation left him nervous about starting a family — even though hamon will keep him young, it’s starting to catch up to him that he doesn’t have the big family he’s always dreamed of yet. so when joseph asks him to travel abroad long-term for joestar real estate, caesar accepts and gets more than he bargained for.

18+ under the cut! cw for age difference and breeding kink. both parties are consenting adults!

You meet Caesar for the first time while you’re eating at your favorite little cafe in the area, the quiet street the outdoor patio was set on perfect for relaxing whilst eating lunch. You’re interrupted from your thoughts when a loud yet polite voice cuts through the air— “Miss?” 

Their accent definitely isn’t from around here - it’s nice, though. Whoever the stranger was had a rich and soothing voice. When you turn around to see whoever it was that interrupted you, you’re practically speechless. You’d always had a thing for older man, but this man... He simultaneously looked like he had aged by fine wine while drinking from the Fountain of Youth at the same time. Whoever he was, you were lucky that he decided to talk to you, even if it only ended up being for a moment.

“Sorry for the interruption, cara. I’m new here and I’m a little lost. Could you point me in the direction of Pillar Real Estate?” The stranger smiles after he finishes speaking, looking effortlessly handsome. You gape for a moment before responding, pointing him down and around the corner to the building. “Grazie.” The stranger reaches down and grabs your hand lightly before he pulls it to his lips and grazes a barely there kiss over it. Before you can even respond — your face growing warm from the attention — he tugs a business card out of his pocket and hands it to you. The name reads ‘Caesar Zeppeli, Joestar-Zeppeli Real Estate’.

“Call me when you’re free if you’d like. I’d love to properly thank you for the directions.” The stranger - no, Caesar - pulls down his sunglasses and shoots you a wink before he hurries off around the corner, leaving you awestruck. Did he just... did he really... just give you his number? You double check and sure enough his personal number is written on the card. You’re not sure how he wrote it down so fast, but it’s not really important. You had to call him later. Tossing away an opportunity to meet with Caesar again would be criminal. 

When you do call back the next day, the phone only rings a couple times before Caesar is picking it up, smooth voice sending a shiver down your spine as he lists out some potential locations for your date. He assured you that it didn’t have to be romantic, but that you could certainly take it there if you wanted it... of course you wanted him. You doubt anyone has turned down Caesar a day in his life. 

You meet Caesar for dinner and a stroll, and find yourself whisked away by his charm and incredible stories the second he starts talking. You and Caesar chat the night away, finding yourselves with more in common than you thought - even if conversation had felt difficult during other dates you’d had in the past, talking with Caesar was effortless. You’re sure it’s only so easy because he’s done this a million times before, but you don’t mind - anyone would be lucky for a night with this man. 

When he goes to hug you at the end of the night - strong arms & broad chest pressed into you with the scent of his heady cologne wrapping around your mind - you move to kiss him so fast that you don’t even know what’s gotten into yourself. 

“Ah, eager are we, bella?” Caesar winks at you. “I’d be happy to continue our date, but it’s up to you.”

The second you nod, Caesar is practically busting down the door to get you inside and pressed against the wall, lips meeting yours in a feverish and desperate kiss. It’s impossible not to trail your hands along his muscles as he deepens the kiss, throaty moans sounding from him when your hands rub over certain spots. His hands roam across your body as well, though he’s more restrained in his touches - all it does is make you want more of him.

And more of Caesar you get - in your bedroom, on the couch, against the kitchen table, against the door before he has to leave the next day... You know you have to meet him again. The way he kisses you when he leaves - like you’re his long-term lover and not just a date - makes your heart flutter.

You never thought you’d end up with someone so much older than you, and yet Caesar is everything you could have wanted in a partner. 

It’s not long before regular dates turn into more and more nights spent at each other’s homes. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is - as long as there’s time and a suitable surface, Caesar is fucking you like his life depends on it. Mornings are often spent with his head between your legs until you can’t take it anymore. There are quickies in the afternoon when he just shoves your panties down and fucks you, or you end up on your knees in front of him. 

It’s not until one particular night that you find out Caesar’s biggest turn-on - you’re pressed into the bed with your legs by your shoulders as Caesar has you folded in half, his heavy balls slapping against you every time he thrusts forward. He’s babbling about something in Italian that you can’t understand until he breathes out your name and looks at you earnestly - “Bella, can I come inside you? Please?”

When you nod, pussy clenching around him at the thought, Caesar groans loud enough to give you goosebumps. He pumps into you faster and faster until he’s grunting out your name again, burying himself as deep inside of you as his cock can go. 

Caesar finishes you off with his fingers before he goes boneless and rolls off of you, sighing. You smirk at him. “So, you really liked that, hm?”

Your good-natured comment gets you more than you bargained for. Caesar is rolling over and pulling you up with him, eyes shining as he meets your own.

“I more than liked it. I want...” Caesar grumbles something that sounds like ‘Fucking JoJo’, before he turns back to you, the moonlight filtering through the windows illuminating the light flush to his skin. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but... I love you. Marry me?”

Your mouth falls open and your heart pounds in your chest - oh, you’re sure you want to marry him and you want to shout YES, but it’s like you’re frozen by surprise. Caesar looks worried when you don’t answer, but when he calls out your name, everything falls into place. There’s so much to discuss and experience together with Caesar.

You give Caesar a resounding yes and then some - and on the night of your wedding, Caesar makes sure you’re well-stuffed enough that the Zeppeli line is sure to have another member added to the family soon.

[jaeminscoffee]

Zoom || l. jn

Pairing- Lee Jeno x reader

Genre- Fluff!

Word count- 1.02k

Warning- It's a little too fluffy..? Does that count as a warning lmao-

Synopsis- Could someone miss you, or admire you so much to a point where they end up answering you for their history question? Yes.

Type- Requested! Thank you for requesting!

@kpopscape

It's funny how no matter how many times Jeno has seen you, he's still left awestruck each time. He's seen you the first thing in the morning, face free of all makeup items, hair messy from the constant tossing and turning, lips slightly parted with cutest of tiny inaudible snores coming out of your mouth. He's seen you when your face would get all puffy mainly because of his pet cat's fur being all around the place alongside your hair. He thought you looked the cutest then. 

Jeno had seen you the first time at the dance practice room at the academy you two attended for minors since your university didn't have art forms as a minoring category. Jeno mentally thanked Haechan the more the days went by for forcing him to enroll into the dance academy as he'd gotten to see you all focused, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, lips drawn into a tight line as sweat trickled down the side of your face. For anyone you'd seem a mess. But to him, you looked absolutely breathtaking. 

He was happy when the lockdown propaganda was released during your vacations due to which you had enough time to get to the talking stage, slowly stepping into best friend stage, and finally to the stage you're in now after Renjun gave him a few 'compliments' regarding his cowardice. Happy even more because you could've gotten all the time in the world to get to know each other better during the lockdown only to be let down when you announced your trip to your hometowns as one of your relatives had fallen severely ill. 

Jeno was far more than devastated when the teacher out of the blue let out an announcement of classes starting online because according to her exact words "University kids are not to be left free for a long duration since that could create free empty spaces for irrelevant thoughts to occupy in their brains" 

So not being able to spend time with you, neither have time to talk to you over phone due to the excessive work the staff had dumped on you had Jeno down pretty bad. 

Which is why when the teacher proposed making it a mandatory to turn on videos during classes after a week or so in into the sessions without any response from the students end, Jeno was way more than excited to a point where even Jaemin, the one everything thought no one could raise his level of enthusiasm, was scared. 

The words coming out of your history professor right into Jeno's ears seemed to be going out the same pace as it entered through the other ear as he stared at his screen, his own camera on but forgotten as he watches you jolt down points into your notes each time Mr. Li spoke with feigned enthusiasm. 

All Jeno had running in his mind were all the things he'd do for you, tell you if you were beside him at this moment. 

He imagined you in his dormitory, walking around with nothing but one of his baby pink hoodies and grey sweats looking tiny and pocket sized. He imagined sneaking up behind you when you cooked for the two of you to calm your startled form by peppering kisses all over your face. He imagined doing a fun activity by the floor of the living room, probably painting or something for it to end up in a mess where you two would be covered in different colors, head to toe. 

Jeno imagined a calm afternoon after all that activity, where you'd be cuddled up by his side with a movie of your preference playing on the television. He imagined turning towards you when the movie credits would start rolling to find you out, asleep and wandering somewhere far in your dreamland.

He imagined smiling at your squished cheek from how your face was pressed by his forearm. He imagined leaning down to place a peck on the tip of your nose, before he'd stand up slow and controlled, making sure you wouldn't get up. 

He imagined carrying you all the way to his room where he'd lay you down in his bed as he stood beside the bed frame watching your chest heave up and down at a comforting pace. He'd imagined being mesmerized by how godly you looked when you're doing nothing at all. 

Maybe it was his fault for not paying attention to Jaemin hysterically spamming messages wanting to let him know that his mic was unmute before blurting out "Beautiful." staring no where other than your face. 

"You'd describe the assassination of Julius Caesar as beautiful, Mr. Lee?" your professor asked with his eyebrows raised, a glare strong enough that if looks could kill through the screen, or in general, Jeno would be long gone. 

"Huh?" Jeno ironically asked, confused as he'd not even known of what was being taught in class. 

"I had asked you to describe the assassination of Julius Caesar, Mr. Lee, you replied beautiful. And for that sole reason, you're going to get an extremely ethereal tardy for attendance." He moved on to another student while Jeno watched through the screens with his mouth ajar, at your shoulders shaking from your snickering and the huge smile his behavior had brought onto your face. 

A smile breaking out on his own features, Jeno blurted out a half hearted apology to the teacher before making sure he muted his mic. He opened chats, wanting to text you when Jaemin beats him to it, opening the texts to read out the previous screams of "You idiot your mic's unmute!!" to the recent text "You are such a lovestruck idiot".

Your smile stayed on the entire class maybe because of how your teacher would pose a question, teasingly to Jeno to shrug it off "No, nevermind, next answer he's about to give would be saying 'the group of senators were godly',"

He'd be ready to get tardies everyday if he'd get to see you smile that wide every day even if it was just through the screens and Jeno was sure of that. 

[sleepywinchester]

Fool For You Pt. 8

Summary:  You are back in your hometown Freeridge to take care of your sister Jasmine and your father after being away for six years. You left Freeridge looking for a better life but in that process you had to let go of someone you loved. But you’re back and things are not the same but they sure feel like it.

Words: 2K+

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Hola!!!! Hope everyone is safe at home! This continues the story as a some sort of a series re-write. It won’t be something of all the episodes but the main ones of where Spooky appears. Hope you guys like this and always feel free to leave some feedback is so appreciated it.

This was supposed to be posted for Valentine's day but life happens and I ended up finishing this chapter 3 months later... lol

| MESSAGE BOX | HAPPY READING!!!

(english is not my first language, might be some typos around)

Title:  Happy Valentine's Day

Chapters: Uno - Dos - Tres - Cuatro - Cinco - Seis - Siete

Six years have passed since you spent Valentine's day with Oscar. The memories of the last one brought a lot of good and mischief feelings to your soul. He had just inherited his father's beautiful red car. Memories of the week prior to the festivities, all he talked about him taking you for a day trip to Santa Monica. A chuckle filled the space as you remembered when you both got caught having a making out section by the beach.

“What are you giggling about mamas?” Oscar’s deep voice brought you back to the present.

You turned around standing in the middle of the bathroom doorway, seeing him sitting by the edge of the bed. He was wearing a black tank and his khaki dickies. Leaning against the door frame with your electric pink toothbrush on hand you gazed at him and took the brush out to speak.

“I was reminiscing about our last Valentine's day together…” you smirked before placing the tooth brush inside your mouth.

Oscar instantly chuckled, “Santa Monica wasn’t ready for those dos traviesos teenagers.”

You took the brush out, turning back to spit out the toothpaste foam and have some water. “Those?” You said leaving the toothbrush on the counter and walked back to the room and stood in front of Oscar. He looked up, his hazel eyes piercing yours. “Baby we are still dos traviesos,” you said before kissing him.

He followed your lead within seconds, letting his body fall back on the bed. You continued kissing his hips as his hands traveled your body. “You got time?” Your eyes were looking at his as your hands were on his belt.

“Para ti? All the fucking time,” he smirked and then continued kissing him.

The morning activities had woken up a hunger for both of you. Oscar was speaking with some homies on the phone as you cooked scrambled eggs with bacon. They had some runs to make but deeply you hoped those didn’t take long. Out of nowhere the thought of Caesar crossed your mind and that you never heard him come home last night.

“Hey, have you seen-,”

Your words were cut by Caesar himself busting inside the house yelling.

“Hey! Hey! There’s a dude posted up outside!’

In a matter of seconds Oscar stood from the chair, grabbed the gun from on top of the counter and stormed outside. Your heart began to bump so fast, scared for both of them.

Quickly you grabbed the phone and began dialing Sad Eyes as you peeped from the window and instantly recognized who that man was.

“Oh shit,” you said, putting the phone down. Mr. Diaz has been in jail for almost a decade. You haven’t seen him since middle school when he got locked up. Oscar aura changed completely at the sight of his father. When he turned his body, you saw it on his eyes, he wasn’t happy his father was back. Mr. Diaz grabbed his duffel bag from the floor and crossed the street making his way towards the house.

“Babe?” You called him as he walked in. “When - How?”

Oscar shook his head groaning, “I have no fucking clue.”

You stood by the kitchen watching Mr. Diaz cautiously walk inside the house. His eyes roamed every inch of the space but when he spotted you, his eyes disappeared because of the big smile he gave you.

“Y/N,” he said.

You smiled back, “Hey Mr. Diaz…”

“I can see you two still together… Good.” He said looking at Oscar and you.

You smile awkwardly, “Yeah…”

Mr. Diaz picked up the awkwardness of the moment but decided to ignore it by walking around the kitchen and living room area. He admired the house as if it was an old museum.

You decided to walk around the living room and sit next to Oscar who was already sitting on the sofa with Caesar. You were right in the middle of the two brothers.

“So when did you get out?” Caesar asked, his voice had the tone of a 3 year old excited kid.

“Yesterday,” Mr. Diaz replied, still contemplating the house, “Looks kind of the same…” he said looking around, “doesn’t smell the same tho.”

You smiled proudly at his comment, “That would be my doing.“

“You live here?” He asked you.

Your eyes felt Oscar staring, it was obvious how he felt about his father being out of prison. He didn’t want him here but looking at his father, you really didn’t think he cared what Oscar thought or not. “Yeah.” You looked at your boyfriend. “I’ve added a couple things,” your sight went back to Mr. Diaz, “you know a bit of a female touch.”

“That’s good,”’he sat down across from the sofa. Mr. Diaz's eyes were locked on Oscar before switching them to his younger son. “You in school?” His Mexican accent was heavy and distinguished.

“Of course he is,” Oscar replied for his younger brother.

He looked at his older son, “How about you? Going to college?”

You saw Oscar raise an eyebrow, not believing the question he just got asked.

“Seriously?” Oscar said with unbelief.

“It's nice to see you,” Caesar told his dad, who just answered with a nod as he took a drag off his cigarette. “Do you have plans?”

“No,” he said, “just wanted to see you guys before I go to Bakersfield. Got a job lined up.”

“Caesar, you need to get to school,” Oscar said with his tone firm. You watched Caesar trying to give his older puppy eyes to let him stay but they didn’t work on him. Instead he rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag.

He was about to leave when he turned around. Caesar's body shook as he tried to figure out how to talk to his father. “Hey... Do you maybe I don’t know… wanna hang? After school?”

“Sure,” Mr. Diaz replied without much emotion.

Not being facial expressive in this family, the male Diaz didn’t show much emotion or even spoke much for that matter. You watched how Caesar smiled happily, for years Oscar was the only father figure to him. Meanwhile Oscar never really had a father figure.

“So where are you staying?” Oscar asked his father once his brother was out of the house.

He looked at his son replying before taking another dragg. “Here.”

In that moment Oscar stood up from the couch, you could feel how pissed off he was. You watched him walk towards the bedroom, leaving you alone with Mr. Diaz.

“He hates me,” he said with his voice low.

Another thing he had in common with his son was that his eyes spoke a thousand words.

You didn’t know how to speak to him or what to say, last time you saw this man was in 9th grade. “He-,” you cleared your throat, “I don’t know if he hates you or not… it's been years and honestly we haven’t talked about you in the past months.”

“Months?” he arched an eyebrow confused, “you two were inseparable when kids thought you were together all these years.”

“Not really,” you said standing up, “we broke up well-,” you shrugged, “I broke up with him when we graduated high school, I moved away for a couple years but I came back a couple months ago and now we are together again.”

Mr. Diaz nodded his head, “At least you found each other again.”

“Si…” you said getting distracted by a loud crash coming from the bedrooms, “Tengo que ir donde él… Hablamos más luego.”

The noise of bangs and things breaking became louder the more you reached the room. Once in front of the closed door, you took a big deep breath preparing yourself to see a very pissed off Oscar. Before you opened the door, the loud noises suddenly stopped. The first thing you noticed when you opened the door was all the broken glass on the floor. Your eyes scanned around the messy room until they met Oscar once again sitting by the edge of the bed in silence. Instantly you noticed the blood on his hands and had a small panic attack.

“Oscar!” You shouted quickly running into the bathroom for the first aid kit. This was one of the first things you bought when you moved in with him. You know that sooner or later you would need it and you weren’t wrong. Going back to him you knelt down between his legs, his eyes were stuck on the floor, filled with rage.

“Talk to me,” you looked into his eyes that were filled with suppressed tears. “Oscar… hablame.”

He hissed when you poured antiseptic over his cut, “Crap.”

“Exactly,” you glared at him, “Why were you breaking all this crap!?” Oscar rolled his eyes. “I saw that,” you told him as you continued to cover his cut.

“He hasn’t called or written for years and now he just comes back as if nothing ever happened?!” Oscar let out what was bothering him. “I-,” he clenched his jaw, “I hate him.”

“Don’t say that,” you looked into his eyes. “He- he wasn’t the best father but es tu papa.”

“I hate him, Y/N…” Oscar's eyes were full of rage.

You sighed, finishing up putting on the bandage and standing up. Today wasn’t supposed to be full of troubles from the past. It was supposed to be a chill day with your boyfriend. You were hoping to go on a date and have a normal Valentines day and you weren’t going to have less. Oscar and you needed an escape from the real world. “Let’s get out of here,” you told him.

He looked at you confused, “Que?”

“Let’s get out of here,” you said again, “is Valentine’s day for fucks sake. I am not letting your father’s return ruin this day.”

You could see how the rage in his eyes slowly burned out at the same time a small smirk formed on the corner of his lips. He sighed looking away for a second before standing up and holding you close.

“Tienes razon,” he said, “let’s get out of here.”

Both changed into new clothes and made an overnight bag. There weren’t plans made for today but you and Oscar were big fans of spontaneity. Something would come up and honestly being away from home sounded like a great idea at this moment. Oscar texted his brother letting him know he was going to be out for a day. You chuckled when he out-loud said “don’t do anything stupid” as he typed.

“You know that’s practically impossible,” you told him. The breeze of the coast made your hair fly with the air as your extremely hot man drove. “Those chamacos go from one stupid thing to another,” you continued, “we weren’t like that.”

“We were too busy having sex,” Oscar said, “in this car.”

You chuckled quickly looking at the backseat and reminiscing, “Ah, the old days but I’m pretty sure Caesar and Monse are doing something.”

Oscar’s face instantly looked so disgusted, “I don’t want to talk about this.”

You chuckled, “Es la verdad.”

“They broke up,” Oscar said.

“How many times did we break up cuando eramos chamacos?”

“Too many fucking times,” he let out.

Once again you chuckled, “And we always ended up back together… Those two are the fucking same.”

He smirked, deep down he was happy his little brother had someone. His eyes found yours again, “Where are we going?”

“There is this small inn by Santa Monica. The reviews said it is the perfect couples getaway.” You finished the sentence with a flirtatious wink. “We can be more traviesos.”

“I hope Caesar doesn’t get in any trouble while we’re down here,” he let out.

You caressed the back of Oscar's neck, smiling when he let his shoulders relax at your touch. “Everything is going to be fine,” you told him. “My sister is hanging out with them and if anything happens, we will be the first to know. Now can you just give me your all devoted attention and don’t think about your brother and his crazy friends…” You kissed his lips.

Oscar looked at your eyes for a second before turning his focus back to the road. For the rest of the hour you tried your best to take Oscar's mind off his father and his brother.

/ / /

“This is fucking nice,” Oscar let out putting his duffel bag on top of the white bed.

You chuckled, “Look at the view.”

He stood by you on the window holding you by the waist and taking in the beautiful sight of the beach. “Thank you,” he whispered in your ear.

“For what?” you smiled.

“You make everything better,” he said, “if it wasn’t for you this day would have fucking sucked but you… you made it better.”

It was a rare thing for him to be so spoken of his feelings but God how much you loved it when these unusual moments happened. Without hesitating you kissed his lips.

“I got an idea,” he stopped kissing you. “We need to get ready.”

You certainly loved surprises and even more when coming from him. For tonight you decided to wear a white dress with high heel sandals. You wore your hair natural just like your make up only adding a bright red lipstick.

“Wow,” you let out when you saw Oscar walking out of the bathroom. He was wearing a white button long sleeve shirt and khaki pants with his converse. You smiled taking in how handsome he looked. “You look hot.”

He smiled for you, “Tu tambien mamas’,” he walked around you, “I’m so lucky.”

You got closer to him, “Yes you are,” kissing him.

He held your hand as you two walked through the streets of Santa Monica. The fresh air coming from the ocean was salty and so pleasant. You followed Oscar lead down the streets until you two got to a small restaurant by the beach.

“Una mesa para dos,” Oscar spoke to the hostess.

She smiled and showed you two the way to a small table outside. The sounds of the waves in the background played better than any song. There was a small candle on the table, lighting bright enough to see Oscar’s eyes on you. Moments like this when there could be a million people around and his eyes were always on you. These were the moments you felt like the only woman in this world.

“This is nice,” you told him, “unusual for us but nice.”

“Our usual dates involve shrimp tacos and watching movies at home,” he said reading the menu.

“I love those dates too,” you said.

Instantly he looked up from the menu and winked giving you a small smirk. “But sadly those are postponed until nuevo aviso because my father decided to just come home after a fucking decade.”

You sighed, “Oscar can we just forget about your dad for one night?”

“You’re right,” he sighed, “Perdon.”

“He told me he thinks you hate him,” you couldn’t help but ignore your own words and talk about his father. Instantly he shot a ‘are you serious?’ glare at you. Innocently you shrugged, “Sorry pero you started.”

“I do hate him,” he said with no remorse.

“Why?”

Oscar put the menu to the side, leaning backwards and crossing his arms onto his chest. “I wrote letters to him,” he began to say. You could feel the sadness in his tone, “for years I wrote and called… You know what I got in return? Nothing.” He placed both of his elbows on the table, holding his hands onto a tight fist. You placed your hand on top of his, “When he left I was a kid but I had to grow up and be a father for my little brother without knowing what a father was. Maybe if he had kept contact or replied to my letter maybe I wouldn’t have turned out so fucked up but he didn’t and here I am… A fucking mess.”

“Hey,” you hold his chin up, “we’re all a fucking mess but it’s just life, you did the best you could and Caesar has turned out good.”

Oscar clenched his jaw, “I guess… I only had one normal while growing up though.”

“What?” You were curious about what his answer would be.

His eyes disappeared into a thin line as his smile grew bigger, “You.”

You giggled with happiness, “Baby I ain’t that normal.”

“You are,” he holds your hand softly caressing it, “I love you.”

You leaned forward kissing his perfect lips and whispering, “I love you too.”

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my ex’s best friend - trevor zegras

wc: 4212

trigger warning: talks about the loss of a parent and being walked out on.

based on my ex’s best friend by blackbear and mgk:)

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“god i cannot wait for jack to be here!” jordan gushes as she runs her hand through her hair, messing up her curls just enough. “it’s been so long, and i know he’s definitely gone to parties back in michigan, but college parties are so much more better. not that he’d know that though.”

you laugh louder than you mean to, but you can’t help but agree with your best friend. jack and you had grown up together in michigan and you were so close that you were basically ellen’s honorary daughter. it also helped you had played for little caesars girl’s team, so you’d occasionally see the youngest hughes every now and then. with that, you got a scholarship offer from harvard and the rest was history.

now, this is where things get more interesting. you introduced jordan and jack, instantly thinking that jordan would be nothing other than a hookup. but jack had taken a serious liking to her and vice versa, which eventually led to them dating after just two months of them knowing each other.

and now here you were, standing in your best friend’s boston university dorm room waiting for your childhood best friend to arrive for the start of his road trip. “he should be here any minute now, jo. newark isn’t that far and-”

you’re cut off by a squeal coming from the brunette, and she’s popping up from her bed. “he’s here!” and just like that, she’s gone and leaving you to sprint after her down the hall to let jack into the building.

you’re laughing following after, no doubt driving the people on the floor below you insane by the sounds of your feet thudding against the carpeted floor. the two of you race down the stairwell until jordan throws open the side door where the first overall stood, a glowing smile on his face at the sight of his two girls.

you stand back, allowing jack and jordan a moment. the two exchange a few words followed by a brief peck to the lips before they release each other from their hold. then it’s your turn, and you’re smiling as you wrap your arms around jack.

“hi jacky,” you mumble into his chest, feeling him quickly kiss the top of your head.

“hey kid, how’ve you been holding up?” god, you wish you didn’t know what he was referring to. but you knew right away.

behind you, jordan is frantically shaking her head with wide eyes trying to take away from the topic. you draw away from jack, trying to find the words. “it still, it still hurts, i guess. but i’m okay, promise.” you give jack a weak smile, one you know he sees right through seeing as he knew you for almost all your life. “are we gonna go or what?”

“yeah jacky, i think it’s time you experience a real party, not one of those dumb little high school parties.” jordan teases her boyfriend and you smile, watching as she links her arm with his. “plus, y/n goes to that smart person school that like, no one has ever heard of before and i heard they don’t know how to have a proper party.” she throws you a smile over her shoulder and you roll your eyes with a smile on your face. if anyone could poke fun at you like that, it was jordan. jordan and jack. and that’s why they made such a perfect couple - jordan was just like jack, so when you didn’t have jack you pretty much had the girl version of him right at your own disposal.

the three of you walk towards where the party of the night is at, letting jordan lead the way seeing as she was the only one that knew where she was going. you knew you’d definitely have a few friends there, and some old ones as well.

“is uh, is you know who going to be there?” you hear jack quietly ask and you swallow hard. you knew he was just trying to be nice by not saying his name, but not saying it only made it feel more real.

“um, i don’t know. i don’t think so. i talked to dom in econ today, they had a big game tonight so they’re probably tired. but i’m not sure, i haven’t talked to him in the past few days.” you cross your arms over your chest, looking to the right towards the street to try and blink the building tears in your eyes away. you shouldn’t feel this way. it was your fault anyway. right?

you keep quiet, trying to distract yourself in any way you possibly could. what you had said was true - you did prefer bu’s parties to harvard’s. there was something about going to a party and being that mysterious girl that could hook up with any guy and him not know anything about you. he couldn’t find you in classes if he was that interested. you couldn’t exactly do that at harvard, being so well known on both campus and the ice.

maybe that was what you needed. a distraction for the night. you were certainly dressed to earn some turned heads, and you were sure you were going to end up using that to your advantage at some point that night.

the three of you walk into the party a few minutes later and right away you have a bad feeling. at that moment you feel like you should trust your gut and just walk away, but you know you can’t just ditch your best friends like that.

jordan turns, yelling over the music. “what do you want to drink? whiteclaw good? me and jack will grab it and then we can all meet up by the living room?”

you nod, giving her a thumbs up not exactly feeling up to yelling over the music. you already felt sick to your stomach, and you weren’t sure the effects of the alcohol would help with this one.

“y/n!” you hear your name being yelled and you quickly turn to see a familiar blonde, and a smile graces your face.

“hey ry!” you move in to hug her, your arms wrapping around her quickly. you met ryley through jordan, of course, and she had to be one of the sweetest girls you had ever met. she was always willing to go the extra mile if necessary. “how’ve you been, babe?”

she shrugs, followed by an exaggerated eye roll. “same old same old. you know how it is. but how are you? you look hot by the way! i’ve already seen like, five guys that can’t keep their eyes off you!”

“i’m doing alright, just waiting for jack and jo. jack’s in town to play the bruins, so he came up for the night to see jo.” ryley nods along with your words, and before she can respond you see jack and jordan walking up from behind, two white cans in jordan’s hands and a giddy smile on her face.

“ryley!” jordan squeals, throwing her arms around the blonde. “ryley you’ve met jack before. don’t have to worry about that one.” you let out a laugh and jordan hands you the mango flavored seltzer and you thank her. “i think jack and i are gonna go play beer pong if you wanna find a partner and play us?”

you purse your lips, trying to think for a second before you ultimately decide to shake your head. “nah, i’m all good. i might play later though.”

“come dance with me and some of the girls then!” ryley smiles, gesturing her head towards the living room where there are plenty of sweaty bodies dancing on one another. you nod your head, accepting her offer.

“i’ll find you in a bit jo! go have fun you two.” jordan smiles at you, blowing you a fake kiss before she pulls jack towards one of the back rooms where you’re sure she’s already scoped out a beer pong table.

you know pretty much all the girls that are all dancing together - there’s amber, then there’s hayden, bella, and then maddie. all fairly sweet girls that you had had multiple encounters with and they were friendly each and every time.

“hi y/n!” bella grins, grabbing your hand and pulling you right into their little group. she glances down at your hand and she gives you a look. “honey you haven’t even-” she stops herself, grabbing your whiteclaw right out of your hand and she cracks it open. “just for that you’ve gotta chug, babe. sorry i don’t make the rules. you’re already slacking.”

“bella!” you laugh, most of it being drowned out by whatever soundcloud remix was being played, but nonetheless you still take the can from her and lift it to your lips, tilting your head back as you drink as much of it as you possibly can.

“that’s our girl!” ryley cheers you on, along with the other girls, and as soon as you empty the contents of your can you’re in a fit of giggles, shaking your head at the girls in front of you.

“you guys are too much, i swear.” you say, setting the empty can on a table behind you that was already littered with plenty of cans. one extra wouldn’t hurt. “you guys are so much better than my harvard friends.”

“which is exactly why you should transfer!” maddie exclaims, her hands going up to emphasize her statement along with a smile.

you jut your bottom lip out, and before you can say anything ryley beats you to it. “she plays a sport, mads. it’s not exactly that easy.”

“nu uh! wait a damn minute, but didn’t you have an offer from bu?” bella puts her hands on her hips, raising one of her eyebrows at you, and you can’t help but laugh at the feeling of being interrogated. if only they knew the whole story.

“i go to harvard solely for hockey. i can’t help that i liked harvard’s staff and coaches better than bu’s!” you defend yourself, but bella isn’t having any of it as she raises one of her hands to your face. “bella, come on.”

“no, no, i don’t wanna hear it. wanted to go to school with snobby rich kids instead of snobby cool kids! i get it!” all four of you are laughing, but it’s probably the alcohol making the situation funnier than it actually was.

you give bella a quick look, “if i wanted to go to school with snobby cool kids then i would’ve gone to bc.” your fit of laughter only intensifies at the look of pure betrayal. bella raises her hand, finger pointing behind your shoulder.

“the door is that way. i think you got lost. don’t let the door hit you on the way out, y/n. actually, i hope it hits you. maybe it’ll knock some sense into your head.” you can only giggle, and it only takes a few seconds before bella’s mean facade falls and she’s laughing as well.

“bel, come with me to grab another drink.” you gesture for her to follow you and she does, singing loudly - and poorly - to ucla. you only join in with her, laughing as the two of you make your way into the backyard where the coolers were. “god, it feels so much better out here.” you grumble, opening one and grabbing a whiteclaw for bella before grabbing one for yourself.

“we can stay out here for a bit, i don’t mind.” bella says, cracking the top of her can and taking a quick sip. “how have you been? after the whole… yeah. and with jack being here, i wasn’t sure if-“

you cut her off and shake her head. “i’m okay. everyone thinks i’m not okay but i, i am. we weren’t together long anyway.”

bella’s eyebrows raise, “y/n. you and trevor were together for over a year, it’s okay if you’re upset! no one would blame you, not one bit. besides, you were really happy with him. everyone wanted to be you two.” you purse your lips, eyes glued to the ground. you met bella the week of the break up, when everything went down, and you had spilled practically everything to her, maddie, hayden, and ryley. and of course jordan.

“i promise bel, i’m doing good. never been better, actually. might just go and hook up with one of his teammates if one’s here, honestly.” bella laughs, nodding her head to agree with your statement. “let's go back in. we’re probably missing, honestly god knows what.”

you go to walk in the house, but bella grabs your wrist to pull you back. “seriously, y/n/n. if you ever need to talk, and you can’t tell jordan because of jack being friends with him, please just know i’m here. right across the river, quite literally, too.” she gives you a soft smile, one that you return.

“thank you bel, i appreciate it.” with one last smile the two of you walk back into the house. “i’m gonna use the bathroom, but i’ll be right back, okay?”

bella nods and the two of you disperse, you heading one way and her the other towards the living room. you end up in the back room, walking towards where you’re assuming the bathroom is, but get stopped by jordan who’s hanging off jack’s arm. “oh y/n/n!” your best friend sings. “dom needs a beer pong partner and i think that you’re the perfect candidate!” she slurs ever so slightly, leaning more into jack. part of you wants to decline, but dom is giving you a cute smile that you just can’t ignore.

“fine.” you sigh, walking over to the table, “long time no see, dom. thought you guys had a game tonight?”

dom shrugs, “we won, so some of us decided to come out and celebrate. probably won’t stay out for too long, you know?” you nod along with him, taking a sip of your drink.

“i get it. and i don’t blame you. i’m dead after games, so kudos to you.” dom chuckles, motioning towards the table.

“we’ve got to come see a game some time. heard you guys aren’t half bad.” you nearly choke on your drink from trying to hold your laugh in, which just makes dom laugh. “what! i’m telling the truth!”

“not as good as bu, that’s for sure. so you’re funny, fensore.” you smile into your drink, eyes glancing behind jordan’s shoulder, and that’s where your entire world comes crashing down.

the second dom said some of the guys were here, you should’ve automatically assumed he’d be here. that’s just the type of guy trevor was - big win? celebrate with a party and end up getting laid by the end of the night. you weren’t surprised.

your initial glance turns into a full on stare, and trevor must feel it. he looks over the shoulder of whoever he’s talking to and his eyes meet yours - and the words you never spoke? he could see them in your eyes. everything you never said was practically laid right out on the table.

-

“i swear to god, i never fall in love, but, but then you showed up and i can’t get enough of it.” trevor’s words make you freeze, and upon feeling your body go stiff on top of him his hand that’s running up and down your side freezes as well. “y/n?”

“what did, what did you say, trevor?” you ask, picking your head up to look down at the brunette, a look of pure confusion on his face. the poor boy had no idea what he had done wrong - he didn’t think he had done anything wrong in fact.

trevor swallows hard, sitting up more so his back is resting against the wall of your dorm room. “i said that i love you, y/n.” he lets out a soft chuckle. “i thought that was obvious by now, i mean, we’ve been together all this time and i just-”

“we weren’t official for a few good months, trev,” you shake your head as you speak. “and that was because of you. you didn’t want to be official for like, five months.”

“which is -” he cuts himself off. “i don’t even know what’s going on. do you not believe me? what’s the deal here? because the fact we’ve been together this long and this is the first time i’m saying it, the first girl i’m ever saying it to, that should just support everything.”

you just couldn’t get yourself to say it. internally, you knew that every single bone in your body was desperately in love with trevor zegras. dozens of journal pages had ink scrawled on them, gushing in detail about all the lovely things he had done for you that day. but mentally? mentally you couldn’t let yourself believe you loved him. you couldn’t give him the willpower to absolutely destroy you if he ever so pleased. not after your family had come crashing down, and especially not after your mother had walked out. how could a mother walk out on her own blood that easily? her own child, that she claimed that she loved with all her heart.

“y/n do you not, do you not love me?” the pain in his eyes absolutely shattered you and had your heart aching. you wanted to tell him. but you couldn’t form the words. your silence, however, spoke volumes and trevor nods. “i can’t be with you, then.” he scoffs, shaking his head. “i can’t be with someone that doesn’t love me. not when i’ve put all my energy and love into them, and i’m, and i’m not getting any of that in return.”

“trevor i’m sorry.” those weren’t the three words he wanted to hear. they were three words, of course. but they weren’t the right ones. it’s a miracle you can even apologize to him, voice cracking as the tears form in your eyes.

trevor shakes his head, pushing himself up from your bed. “i’m done. i’ll see you around, y/n.”

-

you stumble backwards a few steps before completely turning around and leaving the room quickly, the sounds of all three of your friends calling after you drowned out by the ringing in your ears.

you see bella and ryley start after you, but you make a b-line for the backyard in an effort to try and ditch some of your friends that you knew were most likely trying to follow you out. but you weren’t sure if you could handle that, and you sure as hell were sure you wouldn’t be able to handle the breakdown that was about to happen.

as soon as you’re outside you lose it. you’re bawling right away, and you’re sure those around you thought you may be absolutely insane for breaking down in tears that quickly. your vision is blurred, but you see a figure walking towards you. you may not be able to make the figure out, but as soon as they pull you into their chest you know who it is.

“shh, you’re okay, y/n. i’ve got you, okay?” jack coos quietly, his hand combing through your hair trying desperately to calm you down. “i’ve got you, i promise. god i’m, i’m so sorry. we didn’t know trevor would be here. jo didn’t realize he was right there either, y/n/n.”

you can’t get any words out, sobs wrecking your entire body as you cry into jack’s chest. all he can do is run his hand down your back and try to reassure you that you’re okay, but it would take a lot more than that.

“y/n can we talk?” your whole body goes rigid and jack’s hand on your back freezes. you pull away from him, looking over his shoulder to see trevor. when he sees your tear stricken face, his eyes soften. “please. can we talk.”

jack looks down at you, a questioning look on his face asking if it’s okay. you nod, and jack presses a kiss to your head. “i’ll be right inside if you need me.” once again, you nod, and jack gives you one last squeeze before he’s walking inside. right away you cross your arms over your stomach, suddenly feeling chilly and more exposed than you had inside. your cropped cami and ripped jeans weren’t doing it anymore.

trevor hesitates, his lips pursing for a second as he steps a few feet forward. he’s trying to find the words to say, and finally, he lets them out. “jordan told me.” you take in a sharp breath, feeling your bottom lip start to tremble, trevor takes a few steps forward, and you let him wrap his arms around you. “i’m so sorry, god i am so, so sorry, y/n. i was a dick, i should have talked to you about it before just breaking up with you, i just, god i’m so sorry.”

you melt into him, arms slowly wrapping around his torso as you cry against him. his voice is genuine and sincere. you nod against him, letting him know that you’re okay - as good as you can be - and to let him know it’s okay.

“can we go talk? somewhere in private? i was just about to go back to my dorm if you’d wanna come.” you were lying if you’d say you weren’t hesitant. because you were. it was probably going to be a bad idea, but nonetheless you go against your better judgement.

“yeah. yeah that’s okay.” you manager to croak out and pull away from trevor’s chest. you don’t get very far however, his hands go to your cheeks and his thumbs run underneath your eyes to catch any tears.

trevor then lets his hand fall to yours, intertwining your fingers and pulling you into the house. “we’re gonna go back to my dorm, to talk.” trevor says, looking at jack. his eyes move over to yours, silently asking you if it’s okay with you.

“it’s okay, j,” you reassure him. “we’ll see you guys tomorrow or something, okay?” jordan and jack both nod, and trevor is leading you out of the house towards the street.

it’s quiet for a few moments, and you don’t blame him. it’s the first time other than social media that you’ve seen him in four months and it wasn’t necessarily under the best conditions. you would’ve liked it to not be at a party - but it is what it is.

“i understand why you didn’t tell me, y/n.” trevor breaks the silence, and you glance over at him to see him staring straight ahead. “and i don’t blame you for it, either. i knew your mom wasn’t in your life, and of course i didn’t want to ask why. but i wish you had told me. god i just, i want to show you the love you deserve, y/n. i want to love you. i do love you. i just, i need to prove that to you and i’ll take as long as it takes.”

you squeeze trevor’s hand, and you’re thankful that trevor’s dorm is only right down the street. the night is chillier than it was when you first left for the party and you were cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket. “i know you do. i just, i panicked. you’re the first boy i was ever serious with, and no one other than my parents and friends of course told me they loved me. i never felt like i was capable of love, because, how could my own mom claim that she loved me, but then one day just disappeared from my life? her own child. that she gave birth to. she never loved me, trev. not if she did that.

“then it’s her loss, isn’t it? wherever she is, she’s gonna see your name, y/n m/n. she’s gonna see the amazing, incredible, phenomenal girl that you’ve become. the same girl that’s going to change the world some day. and i hope she’s kicking herself everyday for walking out on you and your dad, but god you guys are so much better without her in your lives. i love you, y/n. i never stopped.” trevor halts in his tracks, making you come to a stop as well. “and i want you. i want all of you. your good days, your bad days, the days you don’t feel lovable. and it is perfectly okay if you don’t say you love me back, because we can work on that. i’ll stay. i promise. you have my word.

you practically throw yourself into his chest, arms wrapping around his neck and your fingers curling in his hair. “i’m gonna hold you to this, z.”

“do you wanna stay the night?” he asks quietly, his hand running through your hair. “we can do more talking, if you’d like. i’ll listen to anything you have to say.”

“i’d like that, trev. i’d like that a lot.” you answer quietly, looking up at the boy that’s already looking down at you.

the boy that you love.