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venusbyline · 3 months ago

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Jacaerys Velaryon — Under the Mistletoe

— summary: When you decided to spend the Christmas Break at your best friend Helaena's house, you did not expect her half-sister's family to be there too. Meeting your ex-boyfriend after the messy breakup was something you did not want for the holidays. At least that was what you thought before looking at him again.

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x ex-girlfriend!reader

— type: smut, dark, modern AU

— word count: 2.0k

— tags/warnings: female!reader, dark!Jacaerys, ex-boyfriend!Jacaerys, dubcon, modern AU, Christmas smut, rough sex, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, semi-public sex, kitchen sex, degradation, finger sucking, cum eating, cum licking, dry humping, rough kiss, past infidelity, referenced cheating, argument, possessive behaviour, past relationship, toxic relationship, college students, Targtowers mentioned, Lucerys Velaryon mentioned, Rhaenyra Targaryen mentioned, curse words, ambiguous/open ending, implied Lucerys Velaryon/reader, toxic!Jacaerys, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— author's notes: Jace was the most voted in the poll I did asking about this modern AU one-shot for Christmas <3 <3 I hope you guys like it and enjoy the holidays.

— author's notes²: The mention about Lucerys Velaryon/reader is really just a mention. But anyway, he's already 18 years old in this one-shot. Also, I'm considering writing fics about Lucerys. It's hard for me to find fics about him and he's really a character that I love very much. So if you want read these next stories, don't forget to tell me. <3 <3

— crossposting: AO3

When your best friend Helaena invited you to spend Christmas Eve at her house, you thought it might be a good idea. You loved her family, despite everything. Alicent, her widowed mom, always treated you like you were her second daughter. Aemond, Helena's younger brother, was so introverted and quiet that he never ended up causing any problems between the two of you. Daeron, the youngest, was sweet to you and loved telling you about how his high school was going.

The bad thing usually was Aegon, Alicent's firstborn, who always drank before and during the celebration and end up causing some intrigue in the family. However, Helaena had assured you that this time Aegon was traveling to another corner of the world and would not be in England for a few weeks. She said his big brother was enjoying Copacabana beach with his friends in Rio de Janeiro, taking advantage of the fact that summer days had started in Brazil, unlike winter in London, and you would only need to catch a glimpse of him on the college campus when classes start again.

The only problem about that night was the sudden presence of Jacaerys Velaryon during Christmas dinner. Eldest son of Rhaenyra, Helaena's half-sister. Your ex-boyfriend.

"Where are you gonna spend the Christmas Break?" Jacaerys murmured without much enthusiasm while you were alone in the kitchen, finishing baking a pie with lemon cream, cornstarch biscuits and meringue.

You turned to face him across the room, the dark red turtleneck he wore matching perfectly with the black jeans and leather jacket of the same color. And especially with that dark, long wavy hair. You sighed, looking away and focusing on the oven again, despite answering him with another question. "Why you wanna know?"

You hoped that Jacaerys would understand your attempts to divert the topic so you could just ignore his existence, even though you knew he did not give up on anything very often, his little side smile proving your point. "Whoa... Don't be so rude, sweetheart. I'm trying to be polite."

"Well, I don't give a shit about your fake polite manner. I shouldn't even be talking to you more than necessary, actually." You murmured in a low but firm voice, standing up and putting the red gloves back on so you could turn off the oven and remove the pan from inside, the hot steam from the pie floating throughout the kitchen and collaborating along with the heater on the wall to warm up the natural cold of winter.

Jacaerys took a few steps, moving closer so he could look at the dessert as you placed it on the table. Even without saying anything, it was impossible not to notice his curious face, seeming surprised by how the pie looked good. However, he cleared his throat and teased you again.

"Aren't you mad that Helaena didn't tell you that my family was going to spend the holiday at her mom's house?"

His invasive question made you roll your eyes, taking the gloves off your hands and putting them back in place, moving around the kitchen to look for a lemon in the fridge and a grater in one of the cabinet drawers. With the object and the citrus fruit in hand, you returned to the table so you could start scraping the peel, small and thin yellow pieces decorating the top of the dessert now.

"Maybe. I wouldn't have come if she warned me."

Jacaerys lose focus on watching the finishing of the pie after your bluntness words, letting out a giggle. "Goddamnit, pretty girl. Still so freaky mad at me?"

You stopped decorating the candy, your hands clenching around the grater handle. "And that surprise you? That I'm still mad about you kissing that stupid bitch during your college friends' Halloween party?"

Jacaerys hummed at your aggressive sarcasm, the smirk playing on his lips while he leaned on the table next to you. "Not really. But I'm impressed that you admitted something like that to me."

When he leaned his face closer to yours, you let out the breath you had been holding since he placed his large, firm fingers on the marble. The woody fragrance of the Jacaerys' fancy cologne made you sigh slightly, your mind filling with memories when you felt that smell very often, especially lying on the bed with him.

You struggled to put the grater and the rest of the lemon on the table and Jacaerys took advantage of the fact that you had not moved away. You could have done it. You should have done that. You had promised to yourself that you would not fall for another Jacaerys Velaryon's stupid apology again. Not after what he did. Not after he kissed another girl at the same party you were at, just to piss you off over a silly argument.

"Stop overthinking, sweetheart. You're so gorgeous when you just understand that you belong to me." Jace teased, using the height difference to his own advantage, his tall body practically covering yours as he moved behind you, his face in your neck and smelling the perfume. "Fuck, pretty girl... You have no idea how much I missed you and your body."

You did not even say anything when he reached up to the medium-sized velvet red dress you were wearing, pushing the fabric with an almost irritating calm and moving his hand to the waistband of your pantyhose. As soon as he lowered it enough and ran his fingers through the lace of your panties, you finally let out a sigh. "We shouldn't be doing this, Jace."

Jace did not bother to answer at first, kissing the back of your neck and playing with your folds covered by your panties, eliciting a few weak whimpers from you until you repeated. "Jace, I said we shouldn't be doing this."

The boy snorted, the small warm gust of air near your face causing you to shiver, his large hand going to your chin and pulling it without much affection to his side, your eyes meeting now. "What shouldn't we be doing, sweetheart? Finally fucking a few months after our stupid breakup or fucking in the kitchen of Alicent Hightower's house, while my family and your best friend's are in the other rooms, almost no one knowing that their beloved guest is nothing more than a needy and dramatic cockslut?”

Your eyes widened at the accusation, knowing full well what he was talking about. "I-I'm not... I'm not dramatic. How can you say something like that? How can you think I'm the wrong one even after you cheated on me?" You exclaimed a little louder, and Jace rolled his eyes, the fingers that was holding your chin now covering your mouth, not worrying about whether or not it would stain your lip gloss. "If you hadn't pissed me off that night, so I wouldn't have cheated on you." You growled under his hand when he whispered in your ear, wanting to push him far away from your body, although his hand inside the lace that covered your pussy made any shred of sanity disappear from your mind.

“J-Jace, don’t…” You whimpered muffled and almost impossible to hear, your ass pressing against his crotch as you squirmed. "They'll hear us..."

"No one will hear us if you keep your pretty mouth quiet, sweetheart. But maybe some of them would like to hear or see you like this. I bet on my little brother Lucerys, the freshman has a secret crush on you. That's why he's always watching you in the college hallways." Jacaerys mocked, nibbling on your earlobe, the tip of his index and middle finger playing with your clit, going down to collect some of your dripping juices and moving his hand up to caress your bud again. "You're so fucking wet. Have you been like this since I came into Hel's house?"

You trembled at the teasing, your hands imitating what he had done before, gripping the edge of the table to keep your body steady without falling to the floor. Jace's fingers gradually increased the pressure and you moaned, trying your best to open your eyes, seeing the mischievous gleam in his brown eyes and the smile widening while he slid the same two fingers in and pushed them inside you without any difficulty. The tearful and loud moan that would echo through the kitchen was interrupted by Jace's mouth on yours, desperate and hungry lips kissing you without worrying about how messy the kiss was being.

Jacaerys was not someone who disliked wet and aggressive kisses, in fact he was totally into it. You knew about that since you dated him months before, so it was not a big surprise when his arousal began to grow inside his jeans, your ass rubbing against him to tease him just like he was doing to you.

"You fucking whore. Are you trying to make me cum in my pants?" Your skin crawled at the sound of his growling whisper.

Jacaerys bit your lip while you were still panting, only letting out soft whimpers when he increased the speed of his fingers and took the opportunity to rub his soft palm over your sensitive clit, making you see stars and moan his name one more time, mentally thanking the universe for Jacaerys loving being DJ at the university parties and know how to use his pretty hands very well.

At least there was something good about always hooking up with Jacaerys Velaryon.

Without taking out of you, Jacaerys pulled you towards the other door in the kitchen with his free arm, the one that led to the hallway stairs. For a moment, you looked at him in silence, confused but thinking he would take you upstairs and fuck you in the guest room. However, the boy let out a nasal scoff and pointed to the green and red mistletoe decorated at the top of the doorframe. Your furrowed seeing the Christmas ornament above your heads, but you did not have time to question anything, not when Jace fucked his fingers in and out of you.

The wet noises of your pussy being used by him was as lascivious as the sound of his tongue searching for yours again, tasting your mouth as if it were the best candy in the world. The moment you distanced yourself so you could lift your head and shake through the overwhelming orgasm that possessed your body, that was when you understood.

Jace kissed you under a mistletoe. And not just that... he also fingering your pussy and made you cum right there.

Taking a deep breath to calm your body and your mind about what happened, you opened your eyes, watching Jace licking one of his fingers creamy with your release. He smirked to you, a sticky noise echoing when his full lips stopped enjoying your juices. He did not care about your look of disgust and carefully slipped his other finger into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself as he placed soft kisses on your forehead. A false affection that you both knew would not make up for all the hell and toxicity that had been your situationship.

"You came hard around my fingers and under the mistletoe too."

"I noticed…" Your voice came out more breathless and grumpy than expected and Jace chuckled, caressing your soft cheek.

"You'll spend the next few days of the Christmas Break here at Helaena's house, together with me. Then you'll be my good girlfriend again when we get back to campus." It was not a question but an order, your eyes immediately widening, not knowing how you were going to explain that whole damn turn of events. Not knowing how you were going to explain to your best friend that you were giving in to Jacaerys as you had promised never to do again.

Running the tips of his fingers still dirty with your cum across the pie's meringue, he gave you one last kiss for now. "Happy Christmas Eve, my pretty girl."

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rayaswrittings · 1 year ago

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Hii good evening. I love your writing can u please write abt colby being jealous? Like possessive type of jealous can be anything like smut. Love youu!

When the party’s over

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!Bestfriend Reader

This is a part two of I just want to feel

Summary: You and Colby had started dating only a few months ago and for the most part it was good, but we all have our flaws, don’t we? For Colby, it was jealousy.

Warning(s): Mature language and Themes, Slight smut! Talk of relationship trauma, kissing, choking, etc

“Y/N, hurry up! We’re gonna be late!” Sam yells up the stairs, startling you and causing your hand to slip, dragging the lip liner pencil to smudge on your face.

“Ugh! Kiss my ass, Sam!” You yell angrily, placing your hands on the bathroom sinks countertop. You were already having a stressful day as it was and Sam rushing you only made you feel worse. You couldn’t even get your makeup right.

“You know that’s my job, right?” You turn your head only for a slip second to see your boyfriend leaning against the doorway, a smirk plastered across his lips. You roll your eyes and move to grab a cloth to remove the lip liner from your face, a very deep and clearly stressed sigh escaping your mouth. “Come on, he’s just trying to be early. No reason to get all upset over it” His words make you stop and glare at him, not even an ounce of laughter coming from you while he was all smile.

“Go downstairs, Colby” He chuckles, standing straight and walking over to where you’d been in the bathroom. You just stared at him, watching his eyes take in the mess of your lip that had clearly pissed you off.

“Hmm, so this is what’s got you so worked up?” He lifts your chin, taking the small cloth out of your hand. He pushes your hair out of your face gently before lightly dabbing it onto your skin, trying his hardest not to take off more of your makeup. “Sorry, I’m not that good at this” He laughs nervously, but to his relief you couldn’t help but smile. “There she is” he pulls the cloth away once it’s all gone, still holding the other side of your face with his free hand.

“Thanks” you smile, grabbing the liner again to fix the recent mistake, this time getting it perfectly the way you want. “Yes! Oh my god finally!” You laugh, putting lip gloss on to finish it off. Colby’s watching you with a smile on his face through the mirror, he was just happy you were happy.

“You ready to go now?” He asks and you smile at him through the mirror, turning to him with a shrug.

“Almost” You grab his hand, leaning against the counter as you pull him toward you with a small closed mouth smile—one that got you in trouble all the time.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N” Your eyes soften at his words, pupils growing bigger with love as he cups your face, leaning down to press his soft lips against yours. Oh, the butterflies you had in your stomach every time you kissed. Colby had such a hold on you, even after all these years.

“Oh, come on! I’ve been screaming for 10 minutes we have to leave and you two are in here swapping spit?!” The two of you pull away at the sound of Sam’s voice, realizing he was standing in the doorway with an angry expression. “We have to pick up kat, so will you two please save it for later!”

There’s a long silence when he walks out of the room, and the two of you don’t even move until you hear the door shut.

“Holy fuck” the two of you burst out in laughter, holding onto each other for support. Sam loved you guys together, but you know how new couples are.

They simply do not care.

“Did you see his face!” You laugh at Colby’s words and nod your head, moving out of the bathroom to grab your purse from his bed. “Oh my god, that shit was fucking hilarious” Colby’s laugh starts to calm down after you grab your bag, and you look at him with a smile.

“Don’t mention it in the car, alright? You know how he gets” you walk toward the door where Colby held it open for you, shrugging his shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it”

You and Colby had been dating for a little over four months, starting when you slept with each other that night of their truth or drink video. The two of you told Sam fairly quick obviously, but waited until he returned from his trip that week so you could down time alone without anyone knowledge.

However, after you told Sam and Kat, you became more involved in their videos than usual. You’d do drunk lives with the other couple and go to some of the haunted places with them, so the whole internet knew of your relationship at this point.

You and Colby were very public. It didn’t take you long to realize how possessive and protective Colby was, but even with the unnecessary thoughts that would run through his head, you still found it so fucking hot that he couldn’t bare to see another man’s eyes set on you at all.

He didn’t care if you wore revealing outfits. If some asshole was staring at you, he’d make it clear you were his.

One of Colbys main love languages is definitely physical touch. Wherever you were, he always needed to be touching you somehow to know you were safe. When you’d stand next to him, he’d always hold a firm grip on your waist, and would almost always pull you into his lap just so he could cuddle into you.

And every time you got drunk,

Like every time

The night would always end with the two of you naked in Colby’s bed, cuddled together. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other when your drunk, it felt impossible to.

“There you guys are! I was starting to think you bailed!” Stas’s voice is enough to pull your mind from itself, and you watch as she hugs Kat and Sam.

Stas was a cool person, but everytime you saw her it always felt so awkward. You remember seeing her and Colby close for years, he would even get mad at you if you asked about what was going on between them. So you had to admit, you felt intimidated by her.

“Oh my god, Y/N. You look gorgeous, this color is so pretty on you” She pulls me into a hug, huge smile on her face as she does. Okay, maybe I can’t be that paranoid.

“Walk right past me, why don’t you?” Colby’s words sort of send a sharp pain through my chest. Why did he need a hug from stas? You’re overthinking right? I mean, he knows how you feel about their friendship and what’s happened before… you have a reason to be cautious, right?

You watch painfully as she hugs him, the two of them laughing. It almost makes you roll your eyes, but Sam nudges your arm with his own, nodding his head over to where the rest of the people were. He could tell you felt uncomfortable—he always could, but he didn’t want it to get in the way of you having a great night.

“Come on. Kris and Celina have been waiting to see you!” Even through your slight bit of jealousy, Kat’s words make you smile and feel better. You loved Kris and Celina so much, you were surprised they had come since they live kind of far.

The party was sort of a celebration party for the boys hitting 10 million before they go on their way to the conjuring house in a month or two, so everyone they’ve collaborated with was invited.

Though Kris and Celina were your favorite.

“Oh my god!” Kris screams through the crowd, pushing past everyone to get to you and Kat. Her drink was shaking in her hand with every step she took, you were surprised it didn’t spill when she pulled you into a firm hug. “How are you! I’ve been waiting for you to get here”

“I didn’t even know you were here, this feels surreal” You laugh, pulling away from her with a smile. You hadn’t seen Kris for months, you weren’t even sure if she knew you and Colby had been together. You were out toward friends and public but nobody could tell online. You had recently started posting more pictures together but nothing romantic—you and Colby wanted to figure out the best way to let the world know.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N. You do look like you could use a drink too, though” Kat hums, bumping her shoulder to your own with a smirk on her face, handing you a white claw from wherever she had gotten it while you were talking. “Celina is around here somewhere, probably running the alcohol because Seth keeps drinking the one she likes” she rolls her eyes and Kat laughs, leaning against Sam who had now been standing behind her.

“We just got here and you’ve got a drink in her hand already?” You can smell his cologne and notice he’s behind you before he even spoke, though Kris didn’t even see him until he said those words, and just as she was about to reply, her eyes fell quickly to where his hands fell on your waist.

Colby’s hand laid firm on the side of your waist, holding you close to his body while he took your drink for his own, taking a small sip still waiting for her to say something.

It almost makes you laugh how confused she looks. Everyone who has ever met you guys, knew something was up between you and Colby, but to show up like this? It took her by surprise.

“The night won’t be young for long, Colbs” Kris shrugs it off, tilting the last drops of her drink into her mouth. “I’m all out, do you want to grab another one with me, Y/N? Maybe we’ll find Celina” I nod, looking at Colby before heading with her.

“You want the usual?” He smirks, his smile being enough to answer. You’re stunned when he leans down and presses a gentle peck against your lips, in front of all your friends. It almost doesn’t feel real.

He moves his hand closer to your lips brushing against your ear, “don’t take too long” Jesus.

You could feel the feeling between your legs already build as he pulls away, releasing your waist from his grip. Oh god, everyone was look at you now.

But fuck, that just made it ten times hotter.

Once you’re far away from the group, Kris almost immediately grabs you by your hand, pulling you aside to blend in with the crowd more. “Um hello! You and Colby?!” She wide eyes you, hurt she didn’t know sooner. Everyone else was chill about it, so she felt she was the only one who didn’t know.

You press your lips together and nod, trying to stop the pink undertones from flushing your face. “It was a few months ago, we haven’t really made it public to social media yet” she scoffs running her hands down her face with a sigh. “What? Is something wrong-“

“I owe Celina twenty bucks—ugh!” You pause, mouth slightly open at your friend.

“You bet on me?” She shrugs, pulling her purse to the front of her body to search for the money. “Kris!”

“Celina and I were debating because after spending the last time with you guys, things just seemed too tension filled but I tried to put my mind aside and think-“

“Y/N?!” Speak of the devil.

Celina wraps her arms around you quicker then you can even reply, squealing with excitement. You could barely hear her over the music, but her loud demeanor was always enough to get by.

“When did you get here? And why didn’t you come get me, Kris!” She looks over at the blonde, and before she could question why she was grabbing money out of her purse, Celina was already and laughing mess.

“Okay we get i-“

“I KNEW IT!” She exclaimed happily, snatching the money out of Kris’s hand. “How long?! Oh, I can’t wait to see how cute you guys look together!” She shakes your shoulders which ultimately makes you laugh, even thought Kris was glaring at you.

“How are you mad at me for betting on you when she did the same!” Kris argues.

“Cause you lost” You shrug, turning to walk toward the drinks table.

“Alright, I think it’s time for a different game!” Seth announces, making the rest of the group cheer. You could hear them from the bathroom pretty clearly, and you already knew Colby was the first to volunteer for the game as always. It was almost twelve and you were getting pretty tired to say the least so you were sort of counting down the hours until you guys left. You celebrated hard and now you were drunk, but you wanted Colby to enjoy his and Sam’s day so you didn’t say anything.

You close the door to the bathroom and glance in the room that held most of the people, it looked like they were playing cup pong? You couldn’t see clearly so you didn’t know, but instead of checking it out, you headed into the other room to sit on the couch, water in hand.

There were a few people spread out along the area but nobody you knew—or at least until a somewhat familiar face appeared next to you.

“Sick of the party already?” You look over at the man beside you, watching as he sits a small distance away. You knew this guy but from where? He looked so familiar… he must’ve saw the look of confusion on your face because he couldn’t help but laugh, telling you. “Christian. I’m seth’s friend—I met you awhile ago so I can understand the confusion”

There it is. You knew you recognized him from somewhere.

“Sorry, I’m just drunk” you sigh and he chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

“Aren’t we all?” He holds up his beer. There was silence for a little bit, you didn’t really have any interest in talking to him when you wondered what Colby had been doing. The last you saw him, he was with Sam and kat, but also with Stas.

Why couldn’t you get that idea out of your head? The idea that Stas and Colby still have something… that maybe she was better than you in his eyes and he just settled for you because he couldn’t have her?

You were angry—they had been close all night, always laughing even when you were next to him.

If he could talk to someone he knew you were cautious of, you could talk to someone too.

“So what are you doing over here if you’re having a good time? Only the loners wall sit” You question, taking a sip of your water. He chuckles at your question.

“Wanted to say hi, I guess” He looks over at you with a smile, one that told you he was trouble, one that should’ve made you say you had a boyfriend.

But you were so angry, so upset at Colby for that night that you didn’t even care. You were just talking—that was no issue.

“Why are you over here alone then, hm? I always see you with Sam and Colby” hearing his name come out of Christian’s mouth made your stomach twist. What were you doing? Your boyfriend was celebrating his big accomplishment and all you can think about is how close he is with Stas. You shouldn’t be talking to this boy, and if you felt tired you should let Colby know.

“Speak of the devil!” Christian laughs and stands to his feet, causing your attention to shift toward where he walked to. Colby stood in the doorway with a clearly annoyed face, one only you could really tell was there. The two still dap each other up and act friendly, but you can tell Colby is still on edge.

You get up and walk out of the room, determined to go back to the bathroom where you’d been before to at least try and drown out the loud noise ringing in your head.

But of course, the door was stopped from closing.

“A little privacy maybe?” You mug your boyfriend as he pushes his way into the bathroom, shutting and locking it behind him before he even looked at you. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you being so-“

Before you could finish, his large hand was already wrapped around your arm, pulling you closer to him which bringing your arm up to his eye view. You furrow your eyebrows, what was he looking at?

“Where’d you get this bruise from” He mumbles, clearly still mad but waiting for you to answer about this new mark on your body. “Y/N”

“I fell earlier, when I was going to get a drink with Kris and Celina. It’s just a bruise, Colby” His jaw visibly clenches at your words, like he doesn’t believe for a second that’s what happened—which he didn’t.

“I know every inch of your body, Y/N” He looks at you, his voice stern. “And I know this bruise wasn’t there before”

Is it hot in here?

His words send shivers through your spine, his tone cut through you like a sharp knife, and you could tell he was ready to look for Christian again to blame.

“Baby, I promise you—it was from falling” You place a hand on the side of his face, hoping he’d let it go. “You can even ask Kris and Celina”

“What were you doing with Christian then?” You sigh, releasing his face and crossing your arms in front of him. He knew you hated when he did this—no matter how hot he looked whenever he was jealous.

“Colby, he is a friend”

“You barely know him, Y/N. Christ, he was looking at you like he wanted to fucking eat you, for gods sake” You roll your eyes and turn around, leaning over to the mirror to check your makeup. “Now you’re not even looking at me?”

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing, Colby. Why do you even care who I’m talking to? You’ve been busy giggling with Stas all goddamn night” you fix your hair, refusing to look at the boy behind you through the mirror.

He chuckles, “so what? You see me talking to Stas so you go talk to fucking Christian? Out of all people—“

“It’s not like you were talking to me!” You snap, turning toward him. You weren’t even upset anymore, just pure angry at the fact he couldn’t see why you were mad at him. “You kept a hand on my waist or stayed close to me but you haven’t even kissed me all party except for when we got here!”

“I know something happened between you and Stas before we started dating, but not knowing what it was always makes me feel like you don’t want me to find out for a reason”

“So if you won’t act like I’m yours in front of her, why should I act like I’m yours in front of Christian? Or anyone else!”

“I’m going home. I’ll call a fucking Uber” you grab the door hand and twist it open, pushing past your silent boyfriend to get out quicker.

But none of it lasted long—especially the part about you going home.

You let out a silent gasp when his hands grab onto you again, this time pushing you against the bathroom’s counter with a hand roughly at your waist and one firm against your throat—lips attached to yours as soon as you hit the tile.

He slips his tongue past your lips, and you willingly give up fighting against him at this moment. It should’ve made you mad, but you knew he was jealous and so were you, and right now you both needed this.

You moan against his lips as he lifts you up, sitting you on the cold marble counter and pushing your legs apart so he could stand between them. This might’ve sounded bad to someone else, but one thing you and Colby were amazing at, was makeup sex.

“You’re mine, Sweetheart. I don’t share—especially not with some loser like Christian” He mumbled against your lips, just before moving down to trail his on your skin. “Stas has never been what I wanted, Y/N”

“You look at her like it…” you sigh, fingers combing through his hair as he presses soft kisses against your neck.

“I’ve wanted you since we were sophomores in high school, Y/N. I’ve only ever looked at you like that”

“I love you, Colby. I just want to make sure you love me too” Your words escape in a slight moan, feeling his hand reach under your skirt. Jesus, you were supposed to be mad!

“Mmm” He hums, pressing his thumb against your already soaked center. Colby found it pointless to talk, he knew he could give everything to you in this moment—he didn’t care if that’s how he had to prove he loved you. “Always so fucking wet”

“Colby, the lock-“

“I love you, Y/N. I should’ve never made you feel the way you did” his voice trails as his lips do too, all the way until he reaches your thighs. His eyes gaze up at you, and smirk pulling at his lips as he opens your legs wider. “But I can’t just let you walk out without punishing you for talking to that dick”

This was okay…had to make it short because my keyboard is glitching💀

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msilwrites · 3 months ago

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Midnight Snack Mystery (Simon 'Ghost' Fic) Part 3

Wife! Reader Pregnant! Reader Hungry! Reader Possessive! Ghost Possessive! Simon 'Ghost’ Riley Possessive! Simon Ghost Riley Good Cook! Simon Ghost Riley Husband! Simon 'Ghost’ Riley Hungry Wife! Reader By this time he is already Captain or Major! or Lieutenant Col! Simon 'Ghost’ Riley Edit: P.S. I did some light edits, you may re-read again if you want. Parts;

Part 1, Part 2,

Long, not so-long, but light hearted read. Warning: Don’t read when hungry!!

Summary:

A few years later, Y/N is pregnant again with their second daughter, and the midnight cravings are back with a vengeance. Determined to sneak out for a late-night snack, she throws on Simon’s hoodie and tiptoes toward the door with her eco bag in hand.

But just as she’s about to make her escape, a tiny voice stops her in her tracks.

“Mummy?”

She turns to find Tommy standing in the hallway, arms crossed, her scowl a perfect mimic of her father’s.

“Where are you going?” Tommy demands, her tone filled with suspicion.

“Er…” Y/N hesitated, caught in the act. “Just getting some fresh air, sweetheart.”

Tom unfolded her arms and placed her hands on her hips, adopting a stance that was pure Simon. “Take me with you, or I’ll tell Pa.”

This time, Simon’s mini-Simon, Tommy, is on guard, making it harder for Y/N to sneak out for snacks without bribing her little one. Nothing gets past her, especially when she’s armed with the perfect mimic of her father’s scowl and a blackmail threat to get in on the late-night adventure.

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The house was silent, the soft hum of the heater the only sound breaking the stillness. Y/N shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable with her ever-growing belly. She glanced at the clock. Midnight. Simon—Pa, as their daughter fondly called him—was upstairs, sound asleep, snoring lightly. Their four-year-old daughter, Tommy, was supposedly fast asleep in her room.

At least, Y/N hoped she was.

Her stomach gave a low, insistent growl, and she sighed. Kebabs or noodles? The decision was almost as urgent as her craving. Slipping on Simon’s hoodie, the one that fit her best these days, she made her way quietly to the kitchen. She grabbed her eco bag from the counter and tiptoed to the door, thinking she’d managed a clean getaway.

“Mummy?”

Y/N froze, one hand on the door handle, the other clutching the bag. Turning around slowly, she spotted a tiny figure standing in the hallway. Their daughter, Tom, with her arms crossed, her expression a perfect mimic of Simon’s famous scowl.

“Where are you going?” Tom asked, her little voice serious.

“Er…” Y/N hesitated, caught in the act. “Just getting some fresh air, sweetheart.”

Tom tilted her head, skeptical. “With the snack bag?”

Y/N winced. Nothing gets past this one. “It’s… for emergencies,” she offered lamely.

“Like kebabs?” Tom pressed, her piercing gaze locking onto her mother’s.

Y/N let out a defeated sigh. “Not kebabs. Maybe noodles. Mummy hasn’t decided yet.”

Tom unfolded her arms and placed her hands on her hips, adopting a stance that was pure Simon. “Take me with you, or I’ll tell Pa.”

Y/N gasped. “Tom, that’s not fair!”

Tom didn’t flinch, her little face a mask of determination. “What’s fair is you taking me too.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hand. “Tommy, it’s really late. You should be in bed, my darling.”

Tom stared at her, her expression unyielding, and the look on her face was so similar to Simon’s that it was almost uncanny. She crossed her arms and gave a firm nod. “But I’m your partner.”

Y/N hesitated, her exhaustion warring with the stubborn little person in front of her. There was no arguing with that face—Tom looked exactly like Simon when he was determined, and that made it impossible to say no.

That did it. Y/N burst into laughter, the sheer absurdity of her pint-sized interrogator hitting her all at once. “Alright, fine, my little accomplice. Go put on your shoes.”

Tom’s face lit up, her scowl replaced by a victorious grin. She toddled off to grab her sneakers, and Y/N shook her head in resignation. This was definitely Simon’s child—watchful, clever, and impossible to outmaneuver.

As Y/N waited by the door, she muttered to herself, “Simon’s going to have my head for this.”

But she knew the truth: he’d laugh first.

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The noodle shop was alive with the quiet clatter of utensils and the occasional murmur of late-night diners. It was 1 a.m., and Y/N was settling into a booth with Tom beside her, her eco bag perched at her feet. The familiar aroma of broth, spices, and freshly cooked dumplings filled the air, easing her pregnancy cravings even before the food arrived.

Tommy was seated primly on the booth cushion, her legs dangling off the edge, her tiny hands placed flat on the table like she was conducting serious business. The server had brought over a booster seat to make sure she could reach her food properly, and her miniature bowl of noodles and dumplings looked comically small compared to the towering one in front of Y/N.

“This smells good,” Tom declared, leaning forward to inspect her bowl with a scrutinizing gaze that was pure Simon.

“Glad you approve, my love,” Y/N teased, already twirling noodles onto her chopsticks. “Tuck in before it gets cold.”

Tom was handed a fork and spoon, which she grasped with both hands, still trying to look very grown-up, despite her tiny frame.

Tommy didn’t need to be told twice. She attacked the noodles with an enthusiasm that rivaled her father’s, slurping loudly and somehow managing not to spill a drop on her little shirt. Y/N watched in awe—and slight horror—as her daughter demolished the dumplings one by one, pausing only to sip the broth with noisy satisfaction. Tom ate with a methodical precision that could only have been inherited from Simon. Y/N found herself wondering if this was what life was going to be like—her house full of tiny Simons. Maybe she'd have a whole squadron of them in the future. A little army of Simon look-alikes, (A/N: Yes it will be Y/N!! Without a bloody doubt, it will be! LOL!!) all scowling at her like she’s their next mission. Each one cunning, smart, methodical, and observant—probably plotting their next move with the precision of seasoned operatives. And who knows? Maybe they’d take over the world while they’re at it.

When Tom finally leaned back with a content sigh, her bowl empty, Y/N blinked at her. “Tommy, you… you finished all of it? Even the soup?”

Tom dabbed at her mouth with a napkin, mimicking Simon’s precise mannerisms, and nodded. “Yep. It was really good. I think this is why I like noodles so much.”

Y/N frowned, confused. “Why’s that, sweetheart?”

Tom tilted her head, her tone confident as if stating the most obvious fact. “'Cause you ate this when I was in your tummy. So I ate it too.”

Y/N blinked, biting back a laugh. “That’s… not exactly how it works, sweetheart.”

Tom nodded firmly, undeterred. “Pa told me! He said you sneaked out at night to eat noodles and kebabs when I was in your tummy.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice like it was a big secret. “He said you were sneaky!”

Y/N paused, the chopsticks frozen in her hand. “Oh, did he now?”

Tommy puffed up her chest, clearly proud of her next statement. “Uh-huh! And Pa said I have to watch you. So if you sneak out again, I gotta tell him.”

Y/N paused mid-sip of her drink, trying not to laugh at how seriously Tom was taking her "mission." She leaned in, lowering her voice like they were sharing a secret. “Well, remember, sweetheart, we made a deal before we snuck out, didn’t we? You come with me to get noodles and dumplings, but you don’t tell Pa, right?”

Tom looked at her, big eyes thoughtful for a moment, then nodded decisively. “I didn’t tell him yet. But I’m gonna tell him later... when I’m done with my dumplings.” She took a deep breath, clearly considering her options. “But only if I have two plates!”

Y/N laughed, giving in to her daughter's negotiation skills. “Alright, two plates it is. But no telling Pa, okay?”

Tom grinned widely, pleased with herself. “Deal!”

Y/N shook her head, watching her daughter dig into her dumplings with enthusiasm. "I swear, you’re already better at this than I am."

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The walk back home was peaceful, the neighborhood quiet and safe under the soft glow of the streetlights. Y/N’s hand was clasped tightly in Tom’s, the small, reassuring presence of her daughter grounding her as they walked. They passed familiar houses, the sounds of distant laughter or the occasional door closing marking the stillness of the late hour.

As they rounded a corner, a blue-and-yellow police car cruised by, the flashing lights briefly lighting up the streets. Y/N gave a friendly wave, recognizing the constables in the car.

“Mrs. Riley, what are you doing so late at this hour?” one of the constables called out, rolling down the window. But before Y/N could answer, Tom spoke up, pointing proudly toward the direction of the 24-hour shops.

“We had noodles!” she declared with all the seriousness of a seasoned informant.

The constable laughed, clearly amused. “I see, pregnancy cravings, is it?” He looked from Tom to Y/N with a knowing smile. “Well, in that case, you should try the Thai place down the street, just past the corner. It’s open almost 24 hours, too, and the best Pad Thai and Tom Yum soup I’ve ever had. Might be just what you need for the next craving!”

Y/N’s eyes lit up, her mind already racing with the idea of another midnight adventure. “Oh, that sounds perfect,” she said, already planning her next excursion. The thought of another late-night snack, especially something spicy, made her feel even more excited about the next time she’d get a craving.

The constable gave a friendly wave. “Enjoy! And don’t let her overdo it, Mrs. Riley.”

Y/N laughed, waving back. “I’ll try not to!”

With a final wave, the car drove off, its lights fading as they disappeared around the corner. Y/N and Tom continued their walk home, Tom skipping along beside her.

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The house was quiet when they returned, the night still and calm. Y/N gently eased the front door shut, careful not to wake Simon. She could hear the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen and the distant tick of the clock on the wall. With Tom’s small hand still in hers, Y/N quietly made her way up the stairs, the weight of her pregnant belly a reminder of just how far along she was with their second child. Despite the extra weight, she still felt strong, lifting Tom with ease as she reached the top of the stairs.

Tom’s little arms wrapped around her neck as she carried her to her room, her face still holding the serious expression from their late-night snack mission.

Once inside, Y/N carefully set Tom down on the bed, smoothing her hair back. “Alright, sweetheart. I need you to listen to me for a second.”

Tom, ever the attentive listener, sat up straighter, giving her mother a look that seemed to say she was ready for anything.

Y/N sighed, brushing a hand through her own hair. “You can’t come with me next time. It’s just too late, and it doesn’t feel right. You need your sleep, darling. And if Pa finds out, well…” She trailed off, her mind already racing through what Simon might say. “I don’t even want to think about it.”

Tom, unimpressed, crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering as she looked at Y/N. “Ok, when I catch you next time, I’m telling Pa.”

Y/N blinked, momentarily stunned by her daughter’s confidence, and then chuckled to herself. “You really are your father’s daughter, aren’t you?”

Tom gave her a smug nod, as if she already knew the outcome of their conversation.

Y/N sighed, sinking down onto the edge of the bed. “Alright, I’ve got a better idea. How about this?” She leaned in, lowering her voice like they were sharing a secret. “Every time I go on one of these midnight snack runs, I’ll bring you food. I’ll even pack it in your lunchbox for the next day. But you’ve got to promise me you won’t tell Pa. Deal?”

Tom’s eyes widened at the mention of food, and she clearly gave it some thought, her little face scrunching up in deep contemplation. After a moment, she gave a firm nod, as if agreeing to some sort of international treaty. “Deal,” she said with finality.

Y/N smiled, ruffling Tom’s hair. “Good. Now, you get some sleep, alright?”

Tom grinned, snuggling down into her blankets, her little face full of determination. “I’m gonna sleep, Mummy. But next time, if you don’t bring me goodies, I’m telling Pa’.”

Y/N chuckled, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s forehead. “Alright, alright, I’ll make sure to bring you something. I’ll even set a reminder on my phone so I don’t forget.”

Tom nodded seriously, as if the agreement had been made and couldn’t be undone.

As she turned off the light and quietly closed the door behind her, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if she was really dealing with a four-year-old—or a tiny Simon in the making.

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From that day forward, Tom’s lunchboxes became a daily display of culinary variety. Every day was a different adventure in flavor. One day, she'd open it to find a neat little compartment of Pad Thai, the noodles perfectly tangled with a side of deep-fried spring rolls. Tom wouldn’t show it off to anyone, of course—she was far too busy eating it, enjoying every bite without the slightest intention of sharing. Her classmates often stared at her, wondering how she got such interesting lunches, but Tom didn’t care. She was too focused on making sure she had enough to finish all of it herself.

Other days, her lunchbox contained soupy noodles, which Tom would confidently ask her teachers to reheat in the staff pantry. Her teachers, always polite but visibly puzzled, couldn’t help but wonder how a four-year-old even knew about the pantry—or the microwave, for that matter. "How does she know this stuff?" one of them muttered. "She must’ve learned that from someone," another added, trying to figure out who in her family would teach her such a skill.

Then, there were the days when she’d have kebabs—skewered and seasoned to perfection—served with rice that looked like it belonged in a restaurant rather than a preschool lunchbox. The teachers had stopped asking questions and now just marveled at the variety. It was the kind of bento box you’d expect from a food vlogger, crafting meals so impressive they could double as content for her side hustle selling bento boxes.

Every day brought something new—mooping and rice, skewers, or dumplings. The teachers exchanged amused glances, quietly wondering how Y/N managed to whip up such gourmet meals for a four-year-old, while Tom ate like a tiny food critic savoring every bite.

"Do you want me to help you with that, Tom?" one of the teachers asked, eyeing the spiced meat with curiosity.

Tom shook her head, grinning as she wiped her mouth. "No thanks! I’ve got it," she said cheerfully.

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It was finally time for Y/N to settle into life with their second daughter, affectionately nicknamed 'Bubby' for her round, bao-like shape. Tommy had come up with the nickname when she first saw her new sister. The little one’s round, stout body reminded Tommy of the bao buns Y/N had brought home during her midnight snack runs while pregnant. Every time Y/N would sneak out for her late-night cravings, Tommy would get her favorite buns with different tasty fillings, making it a secret mission the two of them shared—no one else knew about the midnight snack operation. And when Tommy first saw Bubby, it wasn’t just her round shape that reminded her of the bao. She also realized that Bubby, just like her, had inherited their father Simon’s features—adding another Simon/Mini-Simon minion to the family’s ever-growing ranks.

As Simon was getting ready for work, dressed in his military uniform and grabbing his gear, he paused for a moment. He still needed to drop Tommy off at school before heading to base. After his work, he’d pick Tommy up and head to the hospital to check on Y/N and their new daughter.

"Tommy? Love, what do you want for lunch? I'll make it for you," Simon called out casually, already reaching for the lunchbox he knew Tommy preferred.

"No thank you, I'll do it myself," came Tommy's reply, as she reached for the lunchbox Simon had picked up. Her answer was delivered with the kind of grown-up tone that made Simon raise an eyebrow.

Simon stood frozen for a moment, watching his daughter. Tommy was opening the fridge, methodically grabbing containers, one after another. She began placing them on the floor with the precision of a seasoned chef. Dumplings, spring rolls, baos, skewers, wraps—everything neatly organized and ready to be devoured.

As Tommy rearranged the glass containers back into the fridge with an intense focus, Simon began to realize what was happening. His eyes widened as he saw her prepare her lunch.

"Wait a minute..." Simon muttered, the realization dawning on him. "She’s been doing the midnight snack runs again, hasn’t she?"

Simon sighed, rubbing his temple in exasperation. His wife, the master of stealth, had successfully pulled off yet another late-night snack excursion. He was the 'Ghost,' sharp and observant, but when it came to Y/N, it seemed like he never quite won. There were plenty of times he had nearly caught her in the act, only to end up carrying her back to bed, sleepily protesting as he tucked her in. He should have known better than to be so complacent. Y/N always found a way to sneak past his vigilance.

Tommy didn’t look up from her task, but there was a small smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. She was fully complicit in this whole secret snack operation. Simon had known his wife was sneaky, but seeing his daughter involved was both hilarious and concerning.

"So… I thought you were my little informant, huh?" Simon mused aloud, crossing his arms. "Your mother’s been bribing you with bao and dumplings? What’s next, is she going to start making you homemade kimchi to keep the secret safe?"

Tommy finished arranging the fridge and looked up at her father with a perfectly serious face. "I'm not telling you anything," she replied cryptically, her tone sharp and dry, laced with just enough sass to make Simon raise an eyebrow. The way she delivered the line was pure Simon—sharp, clever, and packed with the same infuriating sass she’d clearly inherited from him.

Simon stared at her for a moment, blinking in surprise. “Oh, so you’re keeping secrets now, huh?” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Alright, Tommy, you’ve got some nerve. I’ll have to bring out the big guns for this one,” he added, trying—and failing—not to laugh. “You wait until we’re in that hospital room later. I’ll have you and your mum both spilling the beans. Trust me, I’ll get the answers I need.”

Tommy just shrugged, clearly unfazed by her father’s playful threat. “I’m invoking my right to remain silent until I get a lawyer,” she said with a straight face, the words coming out like she had practiced them in front of a mirror.

Simon blinked, momentarily taken aback, before a smirk slowly spread across his face. He hadn’t expected his four-year-old to sound like a seasoned criminal in an interrogation room.

“Alright, you,” he said, already mentally planning his "interrogation" methods for later. "But I’m not going easy on you."

Tommy grabbed her lunchbox, slipped on her shoes, and skipped toward the door, ready for school. Simon watched her go, shaking his head and muttering to himself, “I think we’ve created a monster.”

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The hospital room was quiet except for the soft sounds of baby Bubby’s breathing as Y/N cradled her daughter in her arms. Tommy, sitting beside her mother on the bed, couldn’t take her eyes off the new little bundle of joy. Bubby, with her round, bao-like face, looked even more adorable in person. Tommy couldn’t help but laugh inwardly, seeing how much Bubby looked like Simon—and like herself. It was as if Y/N was just popping out tiny Simon minions, each one more determined than the last. Tommy was sure that mischievous glint would show up in Bubby’s eyes sooner rather than later.

Tommy reached over, gently poking her sister's cheek. The softness of Bubby's skin made Tommy grin, her little finger pressing into the small, chubby face.

"Bubby’s so squishy," she said, in awe, her eyes sparkling as she admired the newest addition to their family.

Simon, who had been quietly observing, had other plans. He sat up, crossed his arms, and his expression shifted to something more serious. "Alright, Tommy," he said with a playful smirk, "Now that Bubby’s here, I think it’s time for a little chat. You seem to be complicit in your mother’s midnight snack runs, huh? I told you to keep an eye on her, not join in on the crime."

Tommy gave him a look, the same scowl Simon often wore when he was up to something, and crossed her arms. Y/N tried not to laugh—Tommy had definitely inherited her father’s judgy scowl along with his sass. It was like Simon vs. Mini Simon in that moment.

Before Simon could continue, Tommy turned to her mother, the way a seasoned criminal lawyer might advise their client. "Mummy," she said, her voice full of seriousness, "it’s fine now. Don't worry! The crime’s no longer valid." She paused, adding with a nonchalant shrug, "Bubby’s born. It’s all over now."

Simon and Y/N both stared at her, mouths slightly agape, unable to process what had just happened. Y/N blinked, her surprise evident. "What do you mean, 'the crime’s no longer valid'?" she asked, thoroughly confused by Tommy’s logic. But Y/N giggled, seeing how Tommy was talking just like Simon.

Tommy looked at her, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It’s simple, Mum. Bubby's born now. The midnight snack run—it’s not a thing anymore. It’s done. There’s no crime anymore, right?" She gave her father a smug look. "It’s case closed, Pa', "

Simon sat there, frozen for a moment. His daughter, acting like a pro in the world of criminal defense, had just completely thrown him off course. He leaned back, jaw hanging slightly agape. "Where did you learn to talk like that?" he asked, genuinely baffled.

Y/N couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. “Simon, she is so you!” she giggled. “She’s got your logic, your sass, your everything!” Still trying to wrap her head around Tommy’s "legal logic," Y/N added with a small laugh, “Well, I suppose we can’t argue with that.”

Simon, recovering quickly, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, it’s not over, young lady," he said with a grin. "We’ll see if your sister agrees with that logic when she’s old enough to understand."

Tommy, unfazed, poked Bubby's cheek again and smiled, clearly enjoying how she’d handled the "interrogation."

Tommy narrowed her eyes at Simon, like he was the one being questioned. “You think you can stop me?” she asked confidently. “I’ve got my ways.” She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “And Bubby’s already in on it. She’s hooked.”

Simon raised an eyebrow. “How’s that?”

Tommy smirked, her eyes gleaming. “Simple, Pa'. She ate her first bao while she was still in Mummy’s tummy. She’s already part of the team.”

Simon blinked a few times, then chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, this is not good,” he muttered, clearly impressed but slightly defeated.

Tommy, satisfied with her response, poked Bubby’s cheek again and grinned.

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Time had passed, and Y/N was now pregnant with their third child—a son this time. One late night, unable to resist the cravings that had been haunting her, she carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb Simon. Pulling on his oversized hoodie, she tiptoed toward the stairs, determined to make a quick escape to the 24-hour shops. A bao bun or two sounded perfect, and with Simon fast asleep, she was sure she could pull it off.

But the moment she reached the bottom of the staircase, the hallway light flicked on.

Standing there, arms crossed and expressions as stern as Simon’s during a debrief, were Tommy and Bubby. Their faces bore such an uncanny resemblance to their father’s that Y/N had to do a double take. It was as if Simon himself had multiplied and stationed his miniatures to catch her in the act.

“Mum,” Tommy began, her tone low and exacting, just like Simon’s when he was about to interrogate someone. “Where do you think you’re going this late?”

Bubby, standing slightly behind her big sister but mirroring her crossed arms and tilted head, chimed in. “Yeah, where you goin’, Mum? Pa’ told you to stay in bed.”

Y/N blinked, caught completely off guard by the sight of her two “little watchdogs.” She swallowed a laugh and tried to play innocent. “I was just going out for a little snack run, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

Tommy’s eyes narrowed, and she stepped forward, pointing an accusing finger at her. “To the shops? At this hour? Pa’ wouldn’t be happy if he knew.”

Bubby nodded emphatically, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’re gonna be in so much trouble, Mum. We’ll tell Pa’.”

“Wait, wait,” Y/N interjected, holding up her hands as if trying to calm down a pair of constables. “There’s no need for that, alright? It’s just a quick trip, and I’ll be back before anyone notices. You two should go back to bed.”

But the children weren’t letting her off that easy.

Tommy smirked—Simon’s smirk. “Not a chance. Either you take us with you, or we’re waking Pa’ right now.”

Y/N’s mouth opened in disbelief. “Take you with me? It’s late, and you’ve got school tomorrow!”

Bubby shrugged, her small arms still crossed. “Then we’ll just tell Pa’. He’s really good at waking up when he hears something suspicious.” She turned to Tommy. “Should we call him now?”

Before Y/N could respond, a low, familiar voice cut through the tension.

“Call me for what?”

All three turned toward the stairs to see Simon standing there, his hair disheveled and his arms crossed. Despite his rumpled appearance, his sharp gaze landed squarely on Y/N, then shifted to their two little accomplices.

“Mum was trying to sneak out!” Tommy declared triumphantly, pointing at Y/N. “She was going to the shops!”

Bubby nodded, backing her up. “We caught her!”

Simon raised an eyebrow, looking between his wife and their pint-sized detectives. “Did you now?” he said, his voice calm but tinged with amusement.

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. “Simon, it’s just a snack run. I wasn’t trying to start a rebellion.”

Simon’s lips twitched into a smirk as he descended the stairs. “You’ve been sneaky about it before. How many times did I almost catch you and carry you back to bed? Thought you’d learned by now that I don’t miss much.”

Y/N sighed again, giving Simon a pointed look but saying nothing.

Tommy and Bubby exchanged looks, grinning as if they’d won a great victory.

“Well,” Simon said, placing a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and another on Bubby’s. “Since we’re all up now, and apparently this is a family operation, why don’t we all go together?”

Y/N blinked, her jaw dropping slightly. “You’re serious?”

Tommy and Bubby cheered, running to grab their shoes and jackets.

Y/N threw her hands up in mock defeat. “Fine, fine...”

As they headed out the door, Simon leaned down toward Y/N, a knowing smirk on his face. “You’re not sneaky, love. You’ve just been lucky.” He tilted his head toward their children, who were already walking ahead, excitedly debating their snack options. “But now I’ve got reinforcements. No more bribing your way out of this.”

Y/N shook her head and laughed. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”

A/N: Well, I might do a part 4? With their third child? Who knows, if another silly idea pops up!! LOL!! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this one!! Cheers!!

P.S. There are actual 4-year-olds out there who talk scarily like Tommy and Bubby. It's honestly terrifying—hard to get past them when they’re on guard! 😅 (From experience!)

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very-gay-poet · 8 months ago

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something I hate about the Epic fandom is that ya'll keep on putting all these theories n stuff in my head so you will suffer (lol) with me: The top comment on Survive (Cyclopes saga- original) says, "Odysseus believing they'll win because it's all of them against one cyclopes to King where all the suiters believe they'll win against Odysseus because its all of them against one man.." and it got me thinking about how fucked up it'd be if there was a short call back in the song King (song 38 I think) of the suiters saying something like "100 lives at stake, It's just one life to take yappa yappa yappa" to symbolize that Odysseus its now a monster (rawr rawr rawr) in other people eyes as well (bc he also used many of the "moves" that the monsters he fought before had done to him; *in one draft of EPIC* he used Circes charms on Calypso, he's aiming for the torches like Scylla, there's already multiple call backs to Poseidon, they've already called back to A Horse and the infant in Thunder bringer so Zeus is done, so it'd be col if he did the Cyclopes too =])

#epic the musical #jay herrans #the oddyssey #jorge rivera herrans #odyssey #greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek myth art #mr jalapeño #underworld saga

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captain039 · 7 months ago

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PART 4 He’s Grumpy, I’m sunshine

Alpha!Logan x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, age gap (legal), light swearing, grumpy/sunshine, anxiety, mental health issues, m violence, torture, plus size reader, medication usage for anxiety, depression and sleeping, heat pills, scent blockers

Set at Charles school

Your mutation: fire creation and control

Previous part <-

My mind is just horny for Hugh Jackman it’s bad xD

The next day you wait till around dinner time to head to the bar, you put on a fancy dress and some low heels, throw on some makeup and sigh. You stare at your reflection poking your stomach, hips and waist, you had put on one of those slender shapewear things too. You rolled your eyes opened the bathroom door a little harshly and grabbed your small purse.

“Let’s go” you grumbled hating this plan already.

“Actually, no, why the hell am I here?” You turn making Logan almost run into you.

“Never been on a mission before?” He asks.

“No?” You say frowning and he falters.

“You’ve been itching to get out the school” he says.

“How do you know that?” You ask, you’d only just gone to speak with Jean about it when you walked in on them both in her lab.

“Because-“ he growls a little pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Stay here” he says moving out the way.

“No, you said to come, so I will go” his lips curls up showing the two fangs he has.

“Omega” he grumbles as you walk out the motel door and to the car.

You had thrown on some perfume to go over your dulled scent, like hell you could flirt your way into a secret fighting ring. Better off getting your ass caught and thrown in there. You stare out the window till you arrive. When you enter you already hate it, your whole body tenses and you feel eyes. You forced Logan to wait at least ten minutes before coming in. You sit in a small booth finding yourself ready to flee and your hands overly hot. Logan walks in, cigar in his mouth, leather jacket over his shoulders. You take a small breath as he heads over to the bar. You didn’t look at him properly when you left the motel, jeans, plain white shirt and a leather brown jacket with boots. He orders so naturally and you wish you took the keys for yourself. You know he’s appealing, the few other women in the bar getting an eye full. You don’t blame them but the heat dancing on your palm says otherwise.

“Can I get ya something doll?” A older woman asks.

“Just a smoothie?” You ask and she smiles and nods. It was a bar cross restaurant you think from the dining tables to one side with the register and small display of foods and the bar and pool table on the other side. Logan starts talking around, grabs a pool cue and joins the game. You were truely going to hell for your thoughts as he bent over the table and striked the ball. The waitress comes with your juice and you thank her. You relax a bit, nobody’s on this side of the restaurant, the smoothie is nice and cold too though your head feels a little funny. You look out the window to the dusty car park figuring Logan could handle majority of this mission. You sigh a bit glancing back to Logan seeing a brunette woman by his side. She’s gorgeous, slim waist and body, nice sized boobs and ass, the dress complimenting her every curve and just the right amount of makeup on her face. She’s faking not knowing how to play, or she genuinely doesn’t know how to play as Logan shows her. He doesn’t do the whole get behind her thing and lean with her though, which makes her disappointed even if she gets one of the pool balls in the shoot.

Logan hates himself, he hadn’t realised you had never been on a mission and Charles sure as hell didn’t ask you and him to go. It was supposed to be Jean and him, but when you walked in shoulders tense and looking ready to burst again he decided you and him needed to get out. You’re quiet the whole ride, awkwardly trying to act normal as he forces himself not to smile at it. You don’t know how to act around him, he doesn’t blame you, he’s always been a cold hard bastard. When you have a shower he stares at the door wondering if you’d let him join you, he wants to fell your body so bad, feel those thighs around his head, sink his teeth into your flesh while you moan his name. He’s worked up even more now he swears, you’re too shy and kind for someone like him. Once the shower stops he sighs a little missing his opportunity, he frowns though when you take a long time in there and your anxiety peeks. It’s like he’s in tune with you and he gets up and knocks. Your response has him on edge and opening the door without permission. Seeing you in a towel, flushed and fresh out the shower has his dick hardening. Fuck he wants to smell you, breathe in that sweet scent he knows you have. He sees the syringes in the counter though and his face turns hard. It looks like something Hank cooked up which probably means it’s for your mutation. He gets snappy for no reason and growls when he does leaving you confused. He smokes even though it does nothing before going back inside and seeing you already tucked in your bed. He slides his shirt off and kicks off his shoes before he’s in bed too.

He lays awake, one hand above his head one resting on his chest, he hears you whimper a few times and frowns before you start to mumble panicked and your scent spikes. He’s up quickly and sitting on the edge of your bed, your over heating, he sees small flames dance on your face as it squints. He shakes you gently and you’re up quickly hands out. You burn his chest and he hisses. He hates how you instantly worry and sadden tears in your eyes. He heals easily though, he’d get burnt a thousand times if it meant to be this close. He curses your scent blocker, wants to set it on fire and throw the ashes far away from your reach. He wants to lean forward feel your lips against his, feel your heated body against his.

Watching you now sip whatever the hell that was in your cup and look outside a little calmed in that perfect black dress. He forgot breathing was a thing till his lungs demanded air. Your hips looked so grabable, the way your hair sat was perfect. You were safer over there than here while he talked and tried to gather information. A beta woman came up to him though, flirted with big brown eyes and innocence. He played along for a bit hoping to gather information, but he doubted she’d know, she wasn’t a mutant, nor did she smell like anything related to violence. He showed her how to shoot properly and she lost interest thankfully. He looked back to you, your eyes hard on the woman and pride swelled up in him. He saw small flickers of flame along your skin as you caught his eyes and looked away with red cheeks. He walks over, he doesn’t think anyone here has information. Slides in the booth while you frown a little still blushing.

“Come play” he cocks his head a small smirk on his lip’s and you choke a little on your drink.

“No thank you, I’m happy here with my smoothie, pretty sure the blonde wants a go” you gesture vaguely to the other side.

“Come on” he’s teasing, seeing if you’ll break as his nose flares a little catching something sweet that isn’t your perfume.

“Fine” you sigh.

This was a bad idea, agreeing to whatever evil plan the alpha conspired. You hate the looks the women give and think about going back.

“Logan-“ you say hesitantly but he’s already grabbed two pool cues and set up the table.

“Do you know how to play?” He asks.

“Vaguely, whoever shoots first, if they get a high or low in that’s their numbers, first one to get all there numbers in and then the eight wins” you shrug and see him with a small look of awe on his face.

“You shoot” he cocks his head to the table as stands casually.

“I’m not good at this” you grumble. You lean down and aim, hitting the ball harshly, too harshly, it ends up bouncing and you wish the earth would swallow you up.

“Too much force” Logan says.

“You go first” you get embarrassed and hurry away feeling your head spin a little again.

“Hey” the alpha holds your arm and you jolt a bit. You gulp a little feeling like everyone’s watching you with hatred that this handsome alpha is focused on you.

“Logan-“ you sigh looking to his face. He’s got some puppy dog look going on and you almost choke again. You take a small breath a small frown on your face, you could pick up more of his scent now.

“Just- you go first” you say quietly and he nods. He rearranges the balls and hits them easily, a high going in first.

“Guess I’m highs” he’s says and you nod going around the table. You lean down a little thankful this dress is below knee high. You aim a bit till Logan’s voice makes you jump.

“You won’t hit there” he says and you huff turning to him a small smile playing at his lips. He walks to you and your heart rate picks up as he slides his body easily around yours. Your cheeks flush instantly and realise he’s going to really show you how to shoot. Your mind kicks into override and you scramble out of his hold breathing quickly and he frowns.

“This was a bad idea, keys? Keys where’s the keys” you say rushed body hot as he hands you the keys. You rush outside letting the cool air calm your body and small flames flickering on your arms. You feel like crying and curse softly as you hang your head.

“You ok there doll face?” You frown looking to your left seeing an alpha leaning against the wall smoking.

“Yes, sorry” you say shuffling away a bit as you catch his scent with a small frown. Why was everyone’s scents stronger? You think back to last night body going ridged as you remember in your hastiness to put the serum away you forgot your anti-heat and scent blockers. Panic rises up in you, sure you’ve forgotten them before at the safety of the school where you had access to your room and a locked door.

“Logan” you mumble needing to get inside till the alpha nearby blocks it. You frown not use to this kind of treatment as he a smirk plays at his face. He looks ok you guess, bear a little messy, teeth a bit too yellow for your liking. You feel your hands shake and feel the heat of your flames along your skin.

“Sir I need to get back to my alpha” you lie and he glances to your neck scoffing.

“What alpha?” He leans closer as you back away, but he follows.

“This one” Logan growls behind him, pulling the man away from you and punching him. The man’s knocked out instantly and you take a small shaky breath.

“You ok?” He asks a frown on his face as you shake your head. Gods his scent, it flares with worry as he comes closer nose flaring, eyes narrowing.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t take-“ you take a small breath hugging your body, flames dancing across your arms.

“Hey, hey it’s ok” Logan comes closer large hands on your heated skin.

“You barged in and I panicked with the serum I forgot to take them” you feel tears in your eyes, you feel stupid. Logan has a frown on his face but he tugs you to him, arms going around your shoulders, a hand cradling your head. You shudder forced to breathe him in a small noise leaving your throat. You can’t help your arms going around him and nuzzling closed, wanting his scent all over you. You feel something prick your neck then and jolt.

“Logan” you slur as your body goes limp.

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erinwantstowrite · 4 months ago

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Hi! I dont usually ever send asks but I saw your post about including more DC characters in your AU's and was wondering if you were ever planning on including Kate Kane and/or Renee Montoya as they are two of my favourite characters in all of DC and almost never appear in batfamily fics even though they both work with oracle, nightwing, huntress, and other members a surprising amount in the comics. I like the idea of Kate especially being reluctantly enamoured with Peter, and that she would remind him of Col. Rhodes as I feel they have similar no-nonsense attitudes, dogged determination, and militant mannerisms while being pretty gentle on the inside. You might have answered this before but are Peter and Col. Rhodes close? I would assume they at least know each other pretty well from his friendship with Tony. Also thank you so much for LOF and all your writing - it genuinely brings me so much joy. <3

i 100000% want to write Kate Kane in the future, though i still need to read up on her, Renee, and Helena to make sure i'm writing them correctly. i started LoF worried about juggling too many characters in the plot and also didn't actually know a lot about the batfam outside of what i'd already been reading, considering LoF was supposed to just be me and alighterwood messing around with a silly au, i didn't think to put more than the cast we have. other aus will definitely have them in the future because i feel bad i missed out on them. i briefly considered putting at least Kate in LoF, but i feel like she would have at least been MENTIONED before now, and it would feel like a cheap throw in. she deserves more attention in another au

and i hadn't thought about it, but Kate and Rhodey ARE pretty similar. Since Rhodey is Tony's best friend, he and Peter get along very well! i hadn't mentioned him too much in LoF itself because, well, LoF was supposed to be 15 chapters originally. it was supposed to be wrapped up a while ago but then i got a little too into writing it. and i made a mistake forgetting how present he'd have been in Peter's life. admittedly, this comes back to me having a hard time juggling so many characters. he'll be showing back up in a couple chapters (when we finally get our Avengers POV) and i hope to remedy that mistake

#i mean he's been mentioned a couple times in LoF? i think?#so i could have done worse and not mentioned him at all #so i'm giving myself a C+ for how he's been handled so far #because peter had been fairly focused on the situation involving his parental figures and his training more than anything #so if they weren't actively training with Peter or were not a parental figure they weren't mentioned as much #i had a rhodey counterpart mentioned in the chapter with happy's counterpart #but i think i scrapped it because it didn't feel like it fit his character #so yeah here's hoping i can give rhodey the attention he deserves later #as well as Kate and Renee and Helena in another au #erinwantstowrite #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #leap of faith ao3 #leap of faith catch me if you can #thank you for the ask!#peter parker in gotham #dc #marvel

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 3 months ago

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Boston Bears: Off-Limits - Rugby Player!Chris x Reader (Part 10)

Summary: After the eventful weekend that was the championship final, you and Chris talk about your relationship and attend the end-of-season party together as a couple. But will everything be okay with your dad?

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: Fluff! Angst! Mention of Panic Attacks! Language! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 10

It was late at night that the hospital discharged Chris, he was still so drowsy from the painkillers that he slept the entire car journey back to his house. You sat in the back with Chris as Lisa drove the both of you. You and Lisa had tried to get Chris to sit in the front, but despite being pretty out of it, he was adamant that he wanted to be next to you. So you sat in the back, right next to him holding his hand as he rested his head against yours.

Scott was waiting for the three of you when you got to the house “Thought you two might struggle to get a 6ft rugby player into the bed” he reasoned as he helped get the semi awake Chris out of the car.

You watched nervously as Scott draped Chris’ uninjured arm over his shoulder and patted him on the cheek to wake him up a bit more before helping him to the door which Lisa had already opened.

Thankfully between the three of you, you managed to get Chris into bed without hurting him any more than he already was. He was snoring before his head hit the pillow, you didn’t blame him, it had been a long day and he didn’t even know the half of it.

“I can look after him, you guys get some rest it’s pretty late” you sighed glancing at the clock to see it was past midnight.

“Are you sure? He can be a pretty awful patient” Lisa warned with a small smirk.

You gave her a small chuckle “I don’t doubt that, but I’m good I wouldn’t be a good medic or…” you started before realising that you still didn’t know exactly what you were to Chris “Um if I didn’t stick around” you finished.

“Okay but I’ll leave my number in case you need to call for backup” she smiled softly, putting her hand on your shoulder.

“Thank you” you smiled.

Once Lisa and Scott left you set about getting yourself ready for bed because you were exhausted, mentally and physically. You found the spare toothbrush you always used on the occasion you stayed here and one of Chris’ tops to sleep in. You then grabbed a glass of water and the meds the doctor prescribed for Chris ready for when he needed them before carefully climbing into bed next to him.

You let out a long sigh as you rested your cheek into your hand against the pillow and just watched Chris as he slept. Today had felt so long, it didn’t seem right that the call you had with Tommi had only been that morning. So much had changed and happened since then. You now knew you loved Chris and that he loved you too. Your dad knew about you and Chris. Chris now had 1 less working shoulder thanks to Bryce.

Yet there were still so many unanswered questions. Would you and your Dad be okay? What would he say when he’s finally ready to talk? What’s next for you and Chris? Would you be in a committed relationship? Were you already in one since you admitted how you both felt?

It was enough to make your head hurt.

You rolled onto your back and stared up at the ceiling, your mind too wired to fall asleep. A blue glow then lit up the room as your phone buzzed on the bedside table. You instantly grabbed it hoping it was your dad texting to say everything was okay. After your mom's passing, he never liked going to bed still mad.

You sighed in disappointment when you saw Tommi’s name instead.

Tommi: I understand you’re probably busy following what happened to Chris but please check in to say you’re alive and okay

Tommi had texted you during the match after she found out what happened to Chris, but you hadn’t found the time to get back to her.

You: sorry, alive but not sure about okay

Tommi: is Chris okay?

You: he’ll be okay, got a broken collarbone and dislocated shoulder but he’s fast asleep and high on painkillers next to me so all good

Tommi: that’s good, it looked really nasty

Your eyebrows rose in surprise.

You: you watched?

Tommi: no, saw a clip online, you looked really shaken.

You: it was horrific, but that’s just the start of it…

Tommi: Okay, what else happened

You spent the next half an hour or so texting with Tommi telling her everything that had gone down. Feeling much better for getting it off your chest.

Tommi: I’m sorry that shit with your dad must really suck, but focus on the positives. You love Chris and he loves you, I’m sure as soon as he’s awake and not high he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend, he probably already considers you his girlfriend

You: I hope so

Tommi: and don’t worry about your dad, you guys are so close you’ll work it out, it’s probably just a big shock that he needs to get his head around first

You: yeah, I just hate being in an argument with him

Tommi: I know but it’ll be fine I promise, now get some rest I know it’s really late on the East Coast

You: I will thank you for being here for me

Tommi: I’ll always be here

Tommi: before you go

Tommi: what happened to Ari? I saw he got into a brawl following the tackle

You let out a small huff of laughter, shaking your head, Tommi clearly didn’t dislike Ari as much as she said.

You: he’s fine, a split lip and knuckles but Bryce saw the worst of it

Tommi: glad to hear it

You smiled softly, wondering if she was glad to hear about Ari or Bryce as you put your phone away. You rolled back over to face Chris and watched him again, smiling to yourself as you looked at the man you loved. Falling asleep soon after.

To your relief, you didn’t wake in the night with one of your panic attacks like you expected you would. Instead, you woke up to the sound of Chris groaning and shifting beside you.

You woke with a start as soon as you heard him, a quick glance at the time told you it was 10 am so at least he managed to sleep through the night too. You looked over at him to see he was definitely in some discomfort as he woke.

“Hey, you alright? Do you want some painkillers?” You asked sitting up.

Chris blinked a couple of times before rubbing his eyes with one hand “Oh hey” he muttered before glancing around and frowning “I don’t remember coming home”

You chuckled softly “I’m not surprised, you were half asleep and pretty out of it thanks to the painkillers they gave you at the hospital” you explained as you helped him sit up, as you grabbed the painkillers and water for him you started to worry that maybe he didn’t remember anything from the hospital “do you remember much?” You asked as you passed him the painkillers.

Chris swallowed back the painkillers and down half of the glass before speaking “Um not too much” he admitted “I remember waking up on the pitch in agony but then it was a blur, then I remember being in the hospital with Ma” he recalled before a lopsided grin grew on his face “I remember you telling me you love me if that’s what you’re asking”

You bit your lip to hold back a smile before ultimately failing “Maybe”

“Um I also remember a nurse hitting on me but I told her to back off because I love you instead” he recalled looking proud of himself.

You laughed dropping your head “Chris…” you started.

“Yeah?”

“That nurse was me,” you told him.

He blinked a couple of times before laughing himself “Oh shit I really was out of it, I don’t remember anything else, did anyone else visit besides you and Ma?”

“Ah” you muttered nibbling your lower lip “my dad was there with me too”

“Oh” Chris hummed in surprise, his face falling with realisation a second later “Oh”

“Yeah….” You said slowly knowing what conclusion Chris has reached.

He ran his hand down his face “shit Y/N I’m so sorry I had no clue…. Did he take it well?”

You shifted slightly recalling exactly what went down “It’s okay you don’t have to apologise he worked it out before you admitted it,” you told him, Chris furrowed his brows in confusion “The mic to my radio pack was on so the entire coaching and medical team heard me call you sweetheart and you call me babe, after the match he pulled me into his office to get some answers”

Chris reached out to take your hand, this thumb running back and forth soothingly “I’m guessing that didn’t go well”

You took a deep breath “No he said I was stupid for dating another rugby player after Bryce especially after he told you guys I was off limits, I told him that you were different, that I’d told you stuff about Bryce that I hadn’t even told him and that I loved you” you told him “he told me it was still a mistake and that I should end things before you hurt me and I agreed”

Chris blinked a couple of times “Wait hold up are you-“ he started, panic clear in his voice.

“No, no, no I’m not I promise, I’m not gonna end things, not now, not ever” you promised him making Chris breathe out a deep sigh of relief “I actually want us to be more… serious… a real committed relationship,” you said hesitantly.

Chris smiled “Good, because I want that too, I have for a while” he admitted “What changed? Why didn’t you end it like you promised?”

You smiled softly “You told me you loved me, he said he couldn’t expect me to end things now, but I think he’s still mad at me,” you said your smile dropping, “he told me to leave him alone until he was ready to talk” you sighed.

Chris sighed sympathetically “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I wished this all came out differently”

“It’s okay… I just hope me and my dad will be okay, I hate fighting with him” you sighed.

“I know, but we’ll work it out, I bet by the end-of-season dinner in a couple of weeks you’ll be back to normal” Chris promised.

“You think so?” You asked, uncertain.

Chris smiled softly “I know so, now c’mere I wanna hold the woman I love” he said holding out his arm.

You chuckled as you shifted closer into his embrace careful not to accidentally hurt him. Chris pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as he held you close.

A few minutes of peaceful silence passed when Chris suddenly asked “Where’s Dodger?”

“Oh he’s at your sister’s, your mom thought it would be better so he didn’t jump up and hurt you while you were still out of it” you explained.

He nodded “Probably for the best, can we pick him up later though?”

“I can probably ask your mom or Scott to bring him around now if you want?” You offered.

“That would be nice, but I want to celebrate the win with you, my gorgeous girlfriend, first” he smirked.

You instantly caught on to what he meant, tilting your head “I’m not sure that's a good idea with your shoulder” you point out.

Chris smirked as he climbed out of bed and turned to face you “As the playmaker I know how to get inventive” You watched as he knelt down on his knees beside the bed “Now lose your underwear, and sit here” he smirked patting the edge of the bed in front of him.

You bit your lower lip, part of you knew it was a bad idea but a much larger part really wanted it too. Chris was a drug and even if you knew better, you were hooked.

You quickly did as you were told and moved to where Chris wanted you, spreading your legs wide so he had enough space and wouldn’t risk bumping his shoulder against you. You watched as his tongue poked out to wet his lips as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. The look of Chris between your thighs was one of your favourite sights, and from this vantage point, it looked spectacular.

Chris leant in and started pressing wet kisses up your thighs, switching back and forth, making the journey painfully slow. You were arching for him already and couldn’t wait for him to get to the end destination.

When his lips finally ghosted over your core you let out a breathy gasp, leaning back on your hands as your back arched. Chris groaned in response before diving in like a man starved, using the arm he could use to pull you closer.

“Fuck Chris” you moaned, a hand moving to his head, fingers running through his hair as this beard scratched your inner thighs.

“God I love you” he moaned against you.

“I love-“ you started but you cut yourself off with a loud moan as your orgasm rolled through your body.

Chris worked you through it, not letting up until you had collapsed onto your back. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, you looked over when the mattress dipped beside you. Chris smiled back at you lazily as he lay beside you.

You rolled over to face him, pushing up onto your elbow “I love you too” you finished as you leant down to kiss him.

As much as you wanted Chris to be right and for your dad to get in contact with you before the end-of-season party, he didn’t. Chris tried to reassure you and encouraged you to make contact first but you refused. Your dad barely asked you for anything, the least you could do was give him the time he asked for. Even if it did hurt you.

You were standing doing Chris’ tie for him but you were struggling to focus only able to snap into the present when Chris put his hand over yours “What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked softly.

I sighed looking down at the floor “I’m not sure I should go tonight” you admitted.

Chris cupped your cheek and tilted your head back so you were looking up at him “It’s gonna be okay” he reassured you.

“No it’s going to be awkward and awful, I’m supposed to be sitting next to him” you pointed out with a sigh.

When the end-of-season party was planned you and Chris were still a secret so he said no to a plus one and you were placed next to your dad on the seating plan.

“Maybe he’s waiting to talk to you then, he might think you’re upset with him too” Chris suggested, shrugging his uninjured shoulder.

“He won’t want to talk about this sort of thing in public” you said with a shake of your head, your dad was a private man who hated being the centre of attention.

“Maybe we can do a little bit of seat swapping” he suggested.

“I dunno it’s a lot of hassle for my sake” you sighed “I should just-“

Chris leant down and shut you up with a kiss “Nothing is a hassle when it comes to you” he said “Look we might be overthinking the whole thing so let’s put this gorgeous dress to use” he said nodding down at the blue dress you wore “we’ll go, we’ll sit where we’re told to sit and if you need to move, you come straight to me and we’ll sort it out, you can sit on my lap if you really want” he suggested wiggling his eyebrows.

You sighed and nibbled your lip in thought before glancing up at him. He gave you a pleading look with puppy dog eyes that could rival Dodger’s and before you knew it your resolve was melting away.

“Okay, hopefully it won’t be as bad as we think” you relented.

Chris grinned as he dipped down to kiss you “Perfect, I can’t wait to show you off as mine”

You chucked “Well let’s get this tie sorted first” you said returning your attention back to his tie “There we go, perfectly handsome” you grinned smoothing it down.

“Thank you sweetheart, you’re definitely the best and sexiest nurse I’ve had” he smirked making you roll your eyes.

The car soon arrived to take you to the hotel where the end-of-season party was being held. Chris wasn’t going to be drinking because of his painkillers but he couldn’t drive either. You had offered to drive but Chris said you should celebrate too.

You couldn’t help but smile when the two of you walked in hand in hand, you didn’t realise how refreshing it would be to not have to hide anymore. You could show the world just how much you loved Chris.

Chris guided you through the room towards the table he was supposed to be sitting at, as you went you glanced around to see if your dad was here yet but you hadn’t spotted him. You did spot Sam and the other ticket office mean girls who were all glaring daggers at you, something that made you smirk to yourself.

When you got to the table Chris was given a warm greeting by Jensen, Johnny, and Ari. Even Curtis gave him a gentle pat on his uninjured shoulder.

“Good to see you cap” Ari smiled “Can I get you a drink?”

Chris shook his head “Can’t, painkillers, Y/N will have a beer though”

“On it” Ari winked before moving off towards the bar.

Johnny walked over to you with a smile “Looking hot Y/N I’m almost regretting not getting to you before Evans did” he smirked.

“Back off Storm” Chris warned pulling you closer into his side.

You rolled your eyes at Chris’ possessiveness, even if you did secretly love it.

“Careful storm we’ve already seen what he did to Langley” Ari said as he returned and passed you your drink.

“He had it coming” Chris grumbled “Still does, he better look out the next time we play the Lions”

“I think we’ve all decided to hit him hard next time, nobody gets away with illegally tackling our captain” Jensen promised, Curtis grunted in agreement.

“Just keep it legal, you guys cause the medical team enough headaches as is” you chuckled.

As the guys kept chatting you glanced around and finally spotted your dad. He was stood talking to Andy, hands deep in his trouser pockets as he nodded along to whatever Andy was saying. You hoped that he would look over but he didn’t. Your fists clenched by your side, you bet he knew you were looking over, your dad always had a good sense for that sort of thing, and yet he was still clearly angry enough to completely ignore you.

“Looks like they want us all to sit down” Jensen said nodding over to the hotel staff who were getting ready to bring the food out.

You swallowed nervously “I better get to my seat then” you muttered.

“It’ll be fine” Chris promised, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“Where you going? Your seat is right here” Johnny said as you went to step away.

“No I’m supposed to sit with my dad” you sighed gesturing over your shoulder with your thumb.

“No look,” Johnny said lifting up one of the name tags “You’re here between Chris and Ari”

“Oh” you muttered unsure what to think.

“That’s a good sign,” Chris said as the two of you sat down “Maybe he’s okay with me and you”

“Or a really bad one, what if the idea of just sitting next to me was too much to bear” you pointed out with a heavy sigh.

You glanced over your shoulder again towards your dad who now had Andy sat next to him instead of you. He finally looked over at you, his expression unreadable as he looked away again. You let out a heavy sigh as you turned back around.

“Don’t let this spoil your evening” Chris murmured as he leant in and whispered in your ear “This whole evening is supposed to be a celebration”

You nodded your head “I’ll try” you sighed.

“That’s all I can ask for” Chris smiled softly as he kissed the side of your head.

The dinner was soon served which gave you a good distraction from everything, especially since you couldn’t help but chuckle at how quickly the boys all devoured their meals. You wouldn’t blame anyone for thinking they had been starved but you knew this was just how they were. Chris was the only one who was a bit slower since he only had one arm to work with.

In between courses, you noticed Ari looking down at his lap with a deep frown on his face. More specifically he was frowning at his phone which he was keeping mostly out of sight underneath the table.

“Everything okay?” You asked quietly.

He quickly pocketed his phone and looked over at you “All good” he said with a lopsided grin that didn’t meet his eyes.

“Ari-“ you started, knowing something wasn’t right.

“I have to say I’m glad you guys are finally out in the open, we were all wondering when the secret would get out” he interrupted making your jaw drop.

“You knew?” You gasped quickly looking over at Chris who looked just as shocked. At least that meant he wasn’t the one who squealed “Johnny!” You complained.

Johnny held his hands up “I didn’t say anything I swear!” He defended.

“We all worked it out, you guys were pretty subtle but we weren’t oblivious” Jensen explained.

“Yeah I saw you whispering sweet nothing during our lunch” Ari smirked.

“Thought you were too busy getting shot down to notice” Chris shot back, making Ari’s brows flatten.

“I was not shot down” he grumbled.

“Wait did all of you guys seriously know this entire time?” You asked pointing around at all of them “Even you Curtis?” You asked when you realised he hadn’t said anything.

Curtis let out an offended grunt “You really thought I fell for your excuse in LA?”

Chris groaned pinching the bridge of his nose and shook his head, while you pursed your lips together remembering the rambling mess Chris had become when Curtis caught him leaving your room.

“Even Andy knew” Johnny chucked.

Your eyes bulged, you assumed he found out at the same time as your dad. Not that he already knew “what?” You squeaked.

“He grilled us on it when your dad wasn’t around one gym session, he wasn’t initially pleased considering the warning your dad gave us but he said he’d keep it quiet since Chris was playing better than ever and he wasn’t gonna screw with that” Jensen explained.

“Really?” Chris asked surprised.

“We’re superstitious guys, we weren’t gonna mess with your new good luck charm,” Ari said shrugging his shoulders.

“Well thanks, I thought we were hiding it pretty well” Chris chuckled shaking his head.

“You guys were so obvious! I mean you couldn’t take your eyes off her!” Johnny laughed.

“Don’t forget that water bottle stunt” Ari pointed out.

“And ditching us at the bar” Jensen added.

You sat back in your chair shaking your head in disbelief as the three of them continued to rattle off times you had been less than discrete. Even Curtis chimed in occasionally. Had you really been that obvious? You were surprised that you hadn’t been caught earlier if that was the case.

You looked over at Chris who looked just as shocked and dumbfounded as you. Your eyes met and before you knew it you were laughing and you couldn’t stop. The absurdity of it all sinking in. Maybe you should have been straight up and honest with your dad from the beginning, it was a miracle it took him so long to notice.

Eventually, the guys all calmed down and the conversation moved away from you and Chris. Just in time for the meal to end and the ceremony part of the dinner to start. Which began with your dad giving a speech to everyone, you watched as he got up from his seat and walked over to the small stage and lectern. The championship trophy on a pedestal next to him, along with the other awards that would go out tonight.

Your dad let out a long almost dramatic like sigh as he rested his hands on the edge of the lectern and shook his head “Well that match was one hell of a way to end the season, took me back to the good old days” he started earning a low chuckle from everyone “this season didn’t start well, we were on the back foot a lot of the time, after Christmas break we came back fighting but the scoreboard was still a lot closer than I would have liked but then something changed in the spring” he said his gaze shifting to you for a split second “and all of sudden we weren’t just winning, we were blazing ahead”

He chuckled to himself when Johnny called out “hell yeah! Never count the bears out” he hooted.

Your dad looked over at the trophy next to him before speaking again “I want to thank everyone here in this room for getting us this, you all played a part no matter how small of a part it was, its was game changing, I know if it wasn’t for you guys the boys would just be a bunch of guys running around and not a team” he continued earning another laugh “And boys” he said directly to the team “I think of you lot like family, like my sons, even if you do cause me enough stress to go grey” he chuckled running his hand through his hair which had yet to go grey just yet “but I am extremely proud of you all, you deserved this win more than anyone else in the league” he smiled pausing as everyone applauded the team “it’s a testiment to how well you work as a team that even when you lose your leader in the first 15 minutes of a match, you powered on” he continued nodding to Chris “and since he spent the rest of the day high on painkillers I would like to invite our captain up to finally lift the trophy”

Chris’ eyes widen slightly as you exchanged a glance. You gave him an encouraging nod, despite everything with your dad you weren’t gonna stop him from having this moment.

Chris cleared his throat as he stood up from his seat and made his way towards the stage. When he got there he shook your dad’s hand but you could see the nervousness and tension in his shoulders.

“Chris you are a player and man that I admire, this win was a testament to your leadership,” your dad said making Chris’ head dip bashfully “When I watch you play it makes me wish I wasn’t retired and playing alongside you because what you do with that ball is magical” he continued shaking his head with a warm smile on his face “I’ve coached you since we were a kid just out of the academy, I’ve watched you grow from a party animal that could rival Storm to a well-rounded gentleman who I would trust with my most precious possession”

“Should I be offended?” Johnny muttered but you weren’t paying any attention to him.

You were too busy listening intently to your dad, biting your lower lip to stop it from wobbling.

“Speaking of which, should we lift this bad boy together?” He asked Chris nodding to the trophy.

Chris smiled, glancing out at you before nodding his head. Both you and him knew that your dad didn’t mean the trophy. He meant you. Despite not hearing from him in two weeks, this was him giving his blessing. Everything was going to be okay.

“It would be my honour sir” Chris smiled before moving to stand one side of the trophy.

Your dad stood on the other side “Drum roll please” he said.

The entire room filled with the sound of people drumming their hands against their legs and the tables. The silverware and glasses clattering. All culminating in a large cheer when Chris and your dad lifted the trophy above their heads. The room exploded, the rest of the team jumping up from their seats and cheering loudly like they would on the pitch, you joining them.

You were laughing and clapping as loud as you could, letting out a few cheers too. Your voice not completely cooperating since you were trying and failing to stop yourself from crying happy tears. Chris’ eyes met yours from across the room, he smiled brightly back at you before mouthing ‘I love you’ to you.

You were wiping away your tears as they put the trophy back down and before you knew it he was rushing over to you. He wrapped his arm around you and tilted you back as best as he could before kissing you deeply. You smiled into the kiss, one arm wrapped around his shoulders to keep you steady while your other hand cupped his cheek.

“You’re the best trophy” he murmured against your lips.

The next thing on the agenda was the awards ceremony. Chris walked away with the player’s player award something that wasn’t that surprising following your conversation earlier and the fact that he often gave away his man of the match medal. It was once that was done and the party really started that your dad made his way over to you and asked if you could talk.

You squeezed Chris' hand reassuringly before following your dad. He led you out of the main function room and to a balcony that gave you a gorgeous view of Boston Harbour.

The two of you stood there for a moment in silence, just admiring the view. All you could hear was the waves crashing against the harbour walls and the clinking of metal. It reminded you of all the times your dad would bring you here as a kid, watching all the boats go in and out. Munching away at a pretzel or an ice cream.

“I need to apologise” your dad started as he turned to face you.

“No I do” you said shaking your head “I should have told you much sooner that I was dating Chris I-“ you continued.

“I should never have said you were off-limits” your dad interrupted “and I shouldn’t have said all the things I said after the match or at the hospital”

“It’s okay you were angry, we all say things we don’t mean when we’re angry” you reassured him with a gentle shake of your head.

“I wasn’t angry, shocked but not angry” he said making your lips part in surprise.

“I thought you were angry, you said to leave you alone” you muttered shaking your head in confusion.

Your dad looked back at you apologetically “I’m sorry, I… I had a lot to process and a lot of emotions to deal with and I’m sorry it took so long I did swing by your apartment before coming here but you weren’t in” he sighed.

You nodded your head unable to think of anything to say.

“Look” your dad sighed “when you called me about Bryce I- it broke my heart hearing you in so much pain, I wanted to jump straight on a plane and beat that punk up myself, it killed me that I couldn’t protect you from that,” he said his fist clenching in anger “I swore I wouldn’t let you get hurt like that again”

“So you told the team I was off limits” You nodded.

“Yes, so when I found out you’d both gone behind my back I was shocked and angry at myself for not protecting you, I knew deep down Chris wasn’t the boy I first met anymore but I couldn’t take the risk” he explained “but then when he turned down that ‘nurse’ because he loves you I realised I was wrong… I saw you two and you reminded me of your mom and me, you already look so much like her” his voice broke.

You bit your lower lip trying to stop yourself from crying. You hated seeing your dad in pain.

“I also realised how upset she would be with me for what I said and tried to make you do, I would have been sleeping on the couch” he muttered “I promised that I would look after you, I thought I’d done a good job, I felt so proud that you felt comfortable enough to tell my what Langley had done so when you admitted that you hadn’t told me everything, that you had been having panic attacks and that I’d been so goddamn oblivious to all of this I started to spiral and wonder what else I missed, failed”

“Dad” you muttered taking a step forward “you didn’t fail at anything, you have been the best dad I could ask for, the fact I was able to tell you anything about what happened with Bryce is a testament to that” you reassured him “the only reason I didn’t tell you everything was because I didn’t think you’d be comfortable knowing the intimate details of my sex life” your dad’s face scrunched up just at the thought of it “exactly,” you said with a watery chuckle “and like I said I didn’t realise I was having panic attacks until the trip to LA, but I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner, mom would be so proud of you, you’ve been my mom and my dad and I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me,” you said unable to hold back your tears any longer.

“C’mere” he sighed softly, opening up his arms.

You immediately accepted his hug. It had only been two weeks but you missed your dad and his hugs so much. His hugs were the best, you always felt safe when he hugged you like he was shielding you from the world.

“I’m so sorry” he muttered, his voice thick with his own tears.

“It’s okay, I forgive you” you promised “and thank you for what you said during your speech, it really meant a lot to me and Chris,” you said as you stepped out of the hug.

“It’s okay, I didn’t know if you’d be willing to speak to me after everything so thought it would be a good way to say that I gave you my blessing and that I was sorry” he said with a small smile.

“It was a great speech” you smiled.

“Thanks” he smiled bashfully as he looked down at the floor running his hand through his blond hair. He then chuckled shaking his head “I still can’t believe I didn’t notice it, I can’t believe I was so oblivious”

You laughed, knowing thanks to the guys that he had been very oblivious “Yeah you were a bit”

“Oh I know, Barber and some of the guys came to me after I left the hospital” he told you.

“They did? Why?” You asked, surprised.

“They were worried about what would happen to Chris, they told me that you were Chris’ good luck charm” he explained.

“And can’t mess with a player's good luck charm” you finished with a knowing smile.

“Exactly, and as long as you’re happy, I'm happy” he smiled “But just a word of warning, Rugby weddings are crazy and hectic”

“Dad I think you might be getting ahead of yourself there” you chuckled.

Your dad gives you a gentle smile and he shakes his head “No I'm not, I see the way Chris looks at you and it was the same way I looked at your mom”

You couldn’t help but smile warmly at that because you had never felt this sort of love for someone, even though it was just the beginning you knew Chris was it “So you’re not gonna give him a hazing at training?” You asked.

“Oh no as soon as he’s back to full fitness he’s gonna get the most intense training regime out of all of them” your dad smirked before glancing over your shoulder “Speak of the devil, I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it” he smiled nodding to someone behind you before stepping away.

You turned around to see Chris stood by the door. Your dad said something to him as he passed that Chris nodded in response to. You couldn’t hear what Chris said but it looked like he said ‘With my life sir’

“Hey,” you smiled as Chris walked over to you.

“Hey, it had been a while so I thought I’d better check if you were okay” he said as he came to a stop in front of you.

“We’re good, very good” you smiled up at him.

“Glad to hear it” he smiled as he cupped your cheek and kissed you softly “So I’m not completely screwed when it comes to next season then?”

You laughed “Not completely, but we better get you fighting fit because he’s not gonna go easy on ya” you grinned.

“It’s a good thing I have the best medic in the league as my girlfriend then” he smirked kissing you again.

“How’s the party?” You asked nodding back to the party inside.

“Nice but it would be better if you were there with me” he grinned.

You laughed “Well take me back inside captain” you smirked, holding out your hand.

“Certainly” Chris took your hand with a grin and led you back into the part and straight to the dance floor where the rest of the team was.

You laughed as he spun you around, his hand moving to your hip using it to pull your back against his chest. You grinned over your shoulder at him as you grinded your hips against his, smirking when he quietly groaned.

He leant in to whisper in your ear “If you keep this up I’m gonna have to find us a closet” he warned.

“What if that’s what I want” you smirked.

Chris groaned as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder “You are trouble”

The two of you continued dancing together, ignoring the whistles and cheers from the boys whenever it got a bit hot. Eventually, the music slowed down and only the couples remained on the dance floor. You turned around to face Chris, draping one arm over his shoulder, your other hand resting on his chest as he wrapped one arm around you. You swayed back and first slowly, smiling warmly up at him.

“You know, from the moment I met you I knew you were someone special” Chris hummed.

“Really?” you asked, surprised even if you did think the same about him.

“Yeah, from the moment you walked over in your white tee and blue jeans and offered to buy me a drink I was a goner, I’m surprised I stayed away as long as I did” Chris smiled softly.

“You remembered what I wore” you muttered in disbelief.

“I remember everything when it comes to you”

“Except when you’re high on painkillers in the hospital” you smirked.

Chris threw his head back and laughed loudly “You got me there, but every other time I remember” he smiled.

“You’re very sweet Evans, I don’t know what I did to deserve you” You smiled up at him.

“You did nothing except be yourself, this incredible, brave, amazing woman that I love,” Chris said softly, shaking his head.

“I love you too” you smiled reaching up onto your tip toes to kiss him.

His hand moved to cup your cheek, keeping your lips against his for as long as possible. So much so that I felt like the entire universe had melted away and there was nothing and no one who could get in the way of you and him.

When you eventually pulled away you caught sight of your dad watching, beer in hand, with a soft smile on his face. He raised his beer and nodded his head in a toast to you and Chris and it meant the absolute world to you.

A/N: I almost didn't want to put this out because I didn't want to say goodbye to these two but its not a goodbye its a see you later and I hope you enjoyed this first installment to the Boston Bears series!

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justporo · 1 year ago

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Tokens of Appreciation

Astarion likes to bring you little gifts and presenting them to you in his overly dramatic way and little bit of playful banter (that he totally didn't make all up on his way home to you).

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Author's Note: Written for the "Gifts" prompt of the BG3 Winter Holiday challenge. I like the idea of just showering a loved one with random gifts and being like "this made me think of you" - and also I imagine Astarion could be pretty cute and loving in a genuine relationship with doing stuff like this (albeit insufferably sassy, lol)

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Warnings: none Wordcount: 1,1k ~~~

Throughout winter time Astarion brought you presents. Little trinkets or a sweet treats (accompanied by him saying “a treat for my sweet” and a wink while you act like you’re going to have to throw up from his cheesiness), a single blossom of a flower besting the ice and the snow or maybe a bottle of wine the two of you could share together. It almost had the musings of a cat bringing its owner “gifts” - but you were happy that yours were much more delightful than what a feline predator would have brought in. He didn’t tell you where he would get these small tokens of appreciation - and you didn’t ask. That was part of the magic of this little game. Though, you had the distinct feeling that many of these weren’t acquired under explicitly lawfully good circumstances. But to the hells with that, you were a former thief and he a rogue, what else was new?

It had become a habit for him that whenever he went into the city to run some errands that he would grab a little something for you as well. You had dared to become accustomed to the sweet little gestures and were excited anytime you knew he’d return with a little surprise for you.

The vampire meanwhile had found he enjoyed this way of showing you a bit of admiration: a sign of thinking of you, making the time to grab something and show you some love - all without him having to give anything of himself up. Rather, it even gave him something as well: whenever he saw how your face started to beam with love and admiration, your eyes lighting up, he felt how his own chest felt lighter, warmer and a telltale smile stole onto his lips.

A naive fool might’ve called that love. Astarion counted himself among such fools when it came to you - if exclusively so.

And then he made a show of it each time too. Like when he brought you a flower that was magically frozen in a sphere of ice.

Astarion came into the kitchen where you had been preparing some dinner for yourself still fully clothed from going out. The way he’d sauntered into the room had already told you that he had a little something planned and was infinitely proud of himself - he was terribly predictable sometimes.

When he cleared his throat to get your attention you had obediently put down the vegetables you’d been currently cutting and turned around to him, leaning casually against the counter. The vampire had been waiting with a smug grin, his arms still by his sides so the cloak was fully covering his form.

“My sweet darling, I have something for you,” he said and leaned a little closer in a playful sort of way.

You immediately joined his little back and forth that you already were well accustomed to. Placing your hand on your chest as if asking ‘for me?’ you made a delighted “Oh?” and smiled at him.

With a swift movement the vampire sent one side of his cloak flying, revealing his hand under it which held a shiny sphere. Dexterously, he let the perfect, transparent sphere roll over his wrist and down his arm. And just before the ball fell to the ground he let it smoothly wander onto his other arm. With a quick shrug of his shoulder he made the shiny thing roll up and with a flick of his wrist he elegantly caught it and then offered it to you with a little bow.

“May I present to you, my love, a magically frozen blossom. The height of its existence forever caught in magically eternal ice. Beautiful if ice cold - almost like you, my dear,” he presented the gift to you, still in his little bow before you. You could see the twitch of his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth. Must’ve taken him the whole way home to come up with all of this.

You took the shiny sphere from him - immediately intrigued by its beauty and shininess. It was almost as if your history as a thief had permanently altered your brain to be drawn to shiny, glittery things; as if you had become a little magpie.

The sphere was merely cool in your hands, the ice encasing a wonderfully bright red blossom that immediately made you think of summertime. You turned the beautiful trinket in your hands admiring its beauty when, finally, Astarion’s words registered with you.

You pursed your lips and crossed your arms over your chest, still holding onto the icy sphere. The vampire grinned smugly at you - he’d been waiting for this moment.

“Astarion, dear, I did not just hear you call me frigid, did I?,” you had asked indignantly. The vampire grinned broader in response, putting even his fangs on display.

“Maybe I just called you cool, love,” he replied, sauntering over to where you were still leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Or - maybe,” you countered as Astarion leaned to you, placing one of his arms on the counter, “you just called me chilly.”

The vampire clicked his tongue and pouted: “My heart, you think so negatively of me. I would never dare to call you cold to your face.” He tried to stay serious but a smug grin crept onto his lips, making one corner of his mouth twitch. Meanwhile he leaned in a little closer. Seemingly he was convinced he’d soon be the winner of your little banter and would receive a kiss for all his efforts.

You though weren’t done playing.

“I’d hope so, Astarion. I really hope so. Because that would be so rich coming from a walking and talking corpse whose body heat can’t rise above room temperature”, you replied tongue in cheek as you stayed unimpressed by Astarion craning his neck to reach for you for a kiss.

When the vampire took in your words, he was taken aback. He stopped moving in, his eyes widened while his mouth had fallen open. Then his expression immediately changed into an amused and proud grin.

“My gods, dear,” Astarion said with a little chuckle, still grinning proudly at you.

“Alright,” he then said after staring at you for a bit longer, “I guess this burn has just proven that you’re anything but cold.”

You lifted your chin up and grinned triumphantly at him and Astarion quickly stole a little peck on your lips before he went back to the hallway to take off his cloak.

“Good! But if you’re still not convinced I can show you some heat later on”, you shouted after your vampire and were gifted with a genuine laugh.

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hooked-on-elvis · 4 months ago

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Those are absolutely two of my favorite pictures of Elvis. Of course I like the details and all the info I can get on the pictures. One thing I have to say is that in that moment Elvis was in his 7th season at the International Hotel in Las Vegas (August 4th - September 4th 1972), and it was the first time he brought Linda Thompson to accompany him during the concerts (prior to that she had only accompanied Elvis during rehearsals in July). You can imagine how jealous I am of her because, well, just look at Elvis! 🫠🥲 Anyway, here's a little story about the fans with Elvis in those pictures:

Las Vegas, NV. Monday, August 28, 1972. Elvis with two Italian fans. The woman is Nicla Crippa and the man was the President of the Italian fan club, his name is Livio Monari. Livio Monari started the Italian FC in 1962. Together with Nicla Crippa, a personal friend and member of his Fan Club, they met Elvis just after the Midnight show on 26th August 1972. Photos taken that day didn't come out, so they asked to see Elvis again... to have new ones taken on the 28th August (2nd meeting) which are the ones shown above. They had just attended the Dinner & Midnight shows on the 28th Aug: when a waiter approached them - that Elvis was waiting for them.

Nicla said the following about the meeting:

1972 was a special year for me, I picked up all my saving of a year and together with Livio Monari at that time president of the E.P.F.C. of Italy, I flew to Las Vegas in August to see Elvis performing. When we arrived we were so excited that we started immediately to ask anybody of Elvis entourage if we could meet Elvis, crook Col. Parker was at a gambling table with his cigar and he said very rude "NO, you cannot met Elvis", then Joe Esposito who said No too, and when I told him "Hey Joe you are Italian like us" he answered "I'm not Italian, I was born in Chicago" very rude too... until I saw the name of Emilio Muscelli on an office door, I knocked and entered and I said with all my 18 years old enthusiasm (in fact I was not yet 18, I would have turned 18 on December 30) "Hi Emilio, we are Italians and we are here to see Elvis concerts and meet him"... well he took it good to his heart and from that point on he treated me like his daughter - he was 50 years old. We saw 14 concerts in 7 days and we met Elvis TWICE, the first time on August 26 but the pictures Joe Esposito took with Livio's camera did not come out as Livio due the emotion charged an already used film in the camera... the second time on August 28, this time we called a professional photographer to take the 2 pictures to be sure. When I saw Elvis the first time coming out of his dressing room I ran towards him and I almost jumped on him, I hugged and kissed him and he returned the hugs and kisses to me and he asked me "Hey baby how old are you" I answered "18" and he said "And you came all the way from Italy just to see me?" "Yes Elvis" and he "Oh baby..." and he hugged me again very tight. We stayed with him for 15 minutes, we gave him a trophy we brought from Italy unfortunately we have no picture of Elvis with our trophy but I saw it at Graceland Trophy Room in 1987. He wrote a dedication to me, and one to Livio, on 2 LPs we brought with us, he gave us a yellow scarf each, but especially I held his right hand in my hands for a long time, and he did not withdraw it, on the contrary he caressed my hands. He was such a gentle, sweet and tender person, he made us feel at ease and he slowed down speaking English as at that time I could not speak English well. We asked "when will you come to Europe?" he said looking at Joe "I definitely wanna go, after a project I have for January 1973 (Aloha from Hawaii) I'll ask Parker to organize a tour to Europe". The night after Emilio gave us seats in the first row, Elvis saw me from stage and he stooped down and he put a red scarf around my neck... and on August 28 we met him again same place backstage and he said "Hey you are still here, good", he had such a sense of humour. Those 2 meetings with Elvis still are the best moments of my life!

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#first if all... elvis slowing down his talk so the italian fans could understand him better? that's so fucking thoughtful and adorable!#i wonder how many huge stars as himself - even common american citizens - would do something like that...#a very welcoming and warm way to treat foreigners #secondly... i have to say i do not like how colonel parker and even joe esposito were not that friendly towards those two elvis fans...#i know they couldn't possibly allow every and each fan to meet elvis but why be so cold - specially knowing how elvis wouldn't like that?#we all know how parker was not often friendly but joe is one of the memphis mafia guys i don't have much sympathy for #joe just gives me that 'i'm a big shot' energy... like 'i'm better than you' vibes just bc he was elvis' close friend and road manager #i may be wrong about him... didn't know the guy obviously... but little i've read of other MM guys talking about joe some said exactly that #on the other hand lisa marie said joe was always nice to her - a little strict and not afraid to say no to her as a child but a good person #but lisa was elvis' daughter so of course joe would be the nicest to her #don't know... it doesn't make joe a bad person at all... i just don't understand how someone close to elvis could be smug #does anyone else shares the same views on joe esposito or know something that shows i'm wrong?#i want to be wrong at this assumption but i do not like joe very much so far... i'm still trying to figure him out #elvis presley #elvis history #elvis fans #elvis fandom #elvis concerts #las vegas #nevada #august 1972 #elvis #70s elvis #1972 #elvis the king

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adnauseum11 · 1 year ago

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Bottom Line Up Front (John Price x Reader)

Kate updates John on what her reconnaissance has uncovered.

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CW: swearing, allusion to past sexual assault

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Kate checks the incoming number on her ringing cell before swiveling away from her computer screen and answering. Her favourite current retiree is checking in, right on schedule, saving her a call.

“John, how are things?”

“Alright Kate, any news there?” John asks, paused at a stop light after dropping his love off at work.

“Yeah, actually. Let’s start with if you’re aware that there’s a photo of you and your lady on the internet, shall we?”

Kate asks, already knowing the answer.

“What?”

It gets John’s full attention. He’s navigating back to his love’s place, and nearly misses his turn at Kate’s revelation.

“Yeah, were you at a pub recently?”

“A few.” John stays cagey, unused to his habits off duty being under a microscope.

“Well, there is one over on Beecher’s Lane using a photo of you and a woman to advertise online.”

“Ah Christ, I knew that was trouble. She does trivia nights with her mates there.” He says by way of explanation.

He leaves out the part about her triumphant face at finally making it on to the leader board swaying his better judgement about the photo. Years of scrupulous image control to maintain his professionalism undone a few months into dating. Bloody hell.

“Well, they scanned it and posted it up. I can see why though, she’s very pretty. Well done, John. I can see why you kept her to yourself.”

“Alright, easy, you’re happily married Kate.”

John reminds her, a wave of possessiveness sweeping through him.

“Yeah, married but not dead.”

“She’s spoken for.” John growls, navigating a roundabout while Kate irritates him from afar.

“Obviously. I did some digging on my end on the name you gave. It’s come back with some colourful info. He’s ex-army, dishonorable discharged for sexual assault years ago. He’s done contract work in the past; one was with some of Col. Norris’ men. Ring any bells on that name?”

John’s processing as he drives, a sinking feeling in his gut.

“Of course, you think there’s more of a connection there?”

John’s memory of threatening the Colonel is clear as day, although it had been years and a long road since that incident. The mention of sexual assault has him tightening his grip on the steering wheel unconsciously.

“Norris is involved in the contract you turned down, that Gaz is on right now. Not sure yet, it is unusual that there would be a connection for a random B&E. I’m going to keep poking around. Certainly, it feels off. Your instincts remain sound, Captain.” Kate acknowledges John’s talent for uncovering bullshit.

John hums, internally thankful he’s already on his way to his love’s place to poke around and doubly grateful he turned down the contract weeks ago. He adds stopping by the pub to his list of errands.

“He didn’t put up much of a fight when I got there. You say he’s ex-army?”

“Well, personally, I think your reputation may have preceded you. If connection to you is what brought attention on her, they’d be looking to confirm they have the right woman, not rob her. He likely would have known you on sight, probably chose the best course of action to preserve his neck in the moment when the wrong person turned up.”

John’s blood runs cold as he pulls into his love's driveway. He idles in the car, staring at the door and the busted doorhandle, still unfixed, as dread sits like lead in his stomach. John’s done too much to be naïve to the potential outcomes.

“You think someone wants to leverage her against me? Norris?” John’s putting the information together quickly, following instincts.

“Maybe. You’ve certainly given him no reason to like you, and he could be harbouring a grudge for the way his men were treated. He’s got an ego and a chip on his shoulder. Like I said, I’m going to keep flipping stones. There’s nothing solid there yet.”

John sighs, scratching his cheek before replying.

“Alright, thanks Kate. I’d hate to be right on this, but better to get ahead of it. Maybe let Gaz know something is up, if it’s connection to me they’re after. Better safe than sorry.”

“Already in motion. In the meantime, it goes without saying that I would encourage you to keep her away from the apartment.”

Kate swivels back to her computer, a notification blinking in the bottom corner.

“She won’t be going back. She’s moving out.”

“You found a place that quickly? Impressive, John.”

Kate’s tone is vaguely distracted as she reads the incoming message.

“She’s moved in with me.”

There’s a pregnant pause on the other end of the line for a moment. John has a feeling he has her full attention once again.

“Well, I suppose that makes sense, but that’s moving faster than I would have expected from a bachelor like yourself, Captain. What’s next, going to marry her before spring rolls around?”

John presses his lips together in exasperation. Kate is teasing but there’s a vein of incredulity running underneath her comments that John can hear. He can’t totally blame her; this part of his life had been strictly off-limits. For the exact reason unfolding now, to his immense frustration. From the outside looking in, it would look like sudden madness, he’s sure. On some level, he wonders if it is, a man like him trying to retire into a normal life.

“I don’t need time to get to know her Kate, I’ve known her forever.” John reminds her. “Christ, you’re making me miss dealing with Simon. He doesn’t ask this many questions.”

“Who do you think found the photo, John?”

He finally turns the car off, exhaling into the phone.

“Jesus Christ, Kate.”

“He was concerned that you were slipping, letting that get posted. He’ll be relieved to know you sniffed this out.”

“Him and I both. Keep me posted on what else you find.”

John’s back to giving orders he’s no longer got any business giving and Kate humours him, the stress in his voice evident to her long-trained ear.

“Rog that, John. You keep yourselves safe until we get more details.”

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jackactuallywrites · 2 months ago

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All Seeing, All Knowing, All Loving Part 9

Rating: SFW

Warnings: ANGST

Summary: You have a date! Not with Ghost 💀

Notes: If you feel this is out of character for you personally, valid, I just like making Ghost suffer 😌

Word count: 1,513

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You were going on a date!

It had been some time since you’d been on one, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the man who you refused to name even in your own head. You weren’t doing this out of any petty desire to prove you were desirable; no, this was personal growth! This random man from Tinder could be your future husband, after all!

Well, that was taking it a bit too far, but at the very least, he might knock some of the spiderwebs off your headboard.

Your day had been spent preparing for your date, starting with an hour-long bath in which you shaved everything from your eyebrows down, leaving your skin smooth, polished, and buttery soft. You didn’t want to think about the cost of all the moisturiser you’d used, only how nice you smelled, as though you’d been dipped into a vat of cocoa butter. Then, it was onto makeup. Thankfully, today had been a good skin day for you, so you kept it simple, a fuckton of mascara to make your eyelashes really pop, and then another half hour tweezing your eyebrows into a perfect shape. You dithered over colours, settling with a warm lip tint, which you dabbed on your cheekbones. Already, you felt that this man would not be worth all this effort, but you did enjoy the process of making yourself look absolutely breathtaking. The outfit was the last piece of the puzzle and the hardest part. How could you find clothes that said, ‘I’m down to shag, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to put any effort in’. Jeans? Mm, no, too hard to take off while looking sexy. Little dress? Eh, too cold. Midi skirt it was. Warm and practical, and easy to hike up. Plus, it had pockets! What wasn’t to love! You paired it with a nice pair of dark heels and an off-the-shoulder top. You faffed with your hair, trying to figure out if you wanted it up or down, before just sticking a little bow clip in it and calling it a day.

Naturally, now that you were preened to perfection, Soap decided it was the best time to try and rub spiky white hairs all over your outfit, as though his essence was what was missing from the ensemble. He’d been happily snoozing the entire time you were getting ready, seemingly knowing when the exact wrong time was to start trying to fuss you. You simply did your best to pet him at arms reach, then distracted him with treats while you sat on the sofa to kill time, having gotten ready far too early for your date.

You were busy trying to figure out how you were supposed to eat crisps without ruining the outfit when you heard a knock at the door. Strange, you were meeting your date at the bar. If he’d somehow found your address online, he was getting deep heat spray to the eyes. You tucked the little canister into your skirt pocket as you went to the door, peering through the peephole.

Shit.

Why did you suddenly feel awkward about going out on a date? You had nothing to be ashamed about; you were a free agent; you could go on a thousand dates if you liked. Still, you felt uneasy opening the door to him. The chain remained off as you opened the door, your arm wrapped around your waist for comfort.

“Ghost.”

For once, he wasn’t wearing the mask. He still had the ‘definitely a civilian’ clothes on, blue jeans and a black waterproof, and even the way he stood was unquestioningly military, his arms behind his back, but without the mask, he was a little more human. And gorgeous, but you didn’t want to think about that.

“You off out somewhere?”

“Yeah, actually. Got a date.”

You watched his expression carefully, a twinge of guilt in your stomach. It wasn’t like you were anything more than friends. Weird, fucked up friends where one of them broke into the other’s house and left cats. His face didn’t change. Still perfectly neutral, his eyes dead and cold, just like you remembered them. He shifted from his stiff position, bringing forth the bouquet he’d apparently been concealing behind his back.

You’d been given a lot of bouquets over the years, some from dates, some from thankful cat parents, a lot from your girls, but this was new. Usually, a man would give you basic red roses or whatever strange mix Lidl had on sale at the doors, but these weren’t cheap supermarket flowers. They were a beautiful mix of purple tulips, some so dark they looked almost black, some soft lavender, without a single limp petal or dangling leaf. A dark purple ribbon was wrapped around their stems, holding them tightly together. Fuck. He’d really gone all out.

“Wanted to give you summat as a thank you.”

“Ghost, these.. they’re really nice. You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

You took them from him, gently inhaling their scent. Christ, did tulips smell good. Did you even own a nice vase to put them in? You’d stashed all your glass ornaments in cupboards, out of Soap’s reach. Soap. Would he know not to eat tulips? They were, after all, exceptionally poisonous to cats. And Soap was a bit of an idiot. You’d just have to keep them up on the shelf in your bedroom with the rest of your treasured possessions. Not that this was a treasured possession. You just didn’t want Soap to get sick.

“Thank you.”

“Welcome.”

There was a moment of silence, things left unsaid, but you couldn’t exactly say what was on your mind. He’d already rejected you once before, and you weren’t made of steel. Still, you felt bad.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t-“

“Why would you be sorry? They’re just flowers. Don’t read so much into it.”

Well, that put an end to any guilt on your end.

“Right. Well, thanks for the flowers, Simon.”

He gave you a brisk nod, then turned on his heel and left without another word.

If the man had planned on putting your head in a spin before your date, he’d done a marvellous job. The flowers seemed to stare down at you mockingly from their position on the shelf high above your headboard, watching you spray perfume on yourself, decorating yourself for another man. You scowled at them as though you could singe their petals; they could watch you fuck another man for all you cared; as Ghost had said, they were just flowers. They meant nothing. Nothing that had a place of importance in your room. Ugh.

They stuck with you throughout your date. The man you met at the bar wasn’t unattractive, tall, handsome, dark-haired, and his conversation was pleasant enough, but you just couldn’t feel a spark. Was that a good thing? The sparks you felt with Ghost felt more like a taser; they’d left you fearful and uneasy, but my God, those sparks were strong. Perhaps it was better that you didn’t feel that way about your date. After all, people weren’t supposed to break into your house and then make snarky comments about your home security, nor were they supposed to reject you and then make teasing comments about how you wanted them, or give you flowers and then tell you they meant nothing. This date could have been good for you, a nice, normal man, a picket fence, 2.4 children, weekend walks in the Peak District and holidays in Benidorm.

You went home alone.

You didn’t need a date. You didn’t need a Ghost. What you did need was a therapist.

Unfortunately for you, they were expensive if you went private, and if you didn’t, you’d be stuck on a waiting list for months. Besides, you didn’t really want to confess to a therapist, ‘so I have a stalker, but we’re actually friends, so please don’t report him to the police!’. As if. You could therapise yourself. You knew what you needed to do. You needed to do what most other people in this situation would do: you needed to block his number, change your locks, and forget about him.

You stared at his number in your phone. Ghost. Stupid name. If you blocked him, he’d know he’d gotten to you. Or would he assume you’d moved on? It irritated you that he took up so much room in your thoughts. It would have served him right if you threw those flowers away. You considered it, taking them down off the shelf and holding them in your hand, imagining how it would feel to burn them, trample them underfoot, or beat him to death with them. Nope. Prick or not, the flowers were too beautiful to get rid of, and it wasn’t their fault that the person gifting them was a cunt. Back on the shelf they went.

You’d keep them just because they were beautiful, and they would wilt with your emotions for him, and then you could throw everything away.

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amongemeraldclouds · 9 months ago

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the perfect playlist (modern, magical au)

Summary: Mattheo Riddle takes you on a date at a rare record store that plays The Perfect Playlist, a set of songs that lets you relive highlights of your life.

In the intersection where angels last laughed and where a powerful witch dropped her earring, stood The Perfect Playlist. Many brushed it off to be a myth. It seemed too good to be true that an establishment could conjure up the perfect set of songs to match the highlights of your life.

What’s more is that the songs were not just curated but rather created for you. These were lyrics and melodies you couldn’t go out and stream on music platforms nor buy CDs for.

And yet for something that seemed so legendary, it looked just like any record store. The storefront was made with oak once bold and dark, now faded with time. And yet it gleamed where the sun hit it just so, showing off its carefully applied polish.

Past the large window, rows upon rows of vinyls were stacked neatly on shelves. Each album cover had an intriguing design. Different art styles fought for your attention, each with a story to tell.

Beyond the shelves stood cozy listening booths with dark leather seats, still proud and elegant as they had been in their early days. No less worn by the thousands of souls that have sat and listened to their perfect playlist.

The establishment had been so hard to find that most of its customers are those who stumble upon it by accident. Even rarer are those who managed to find its location in the intersection where angels last laughed and where a powerful witch dropped her earring. For it was never in the same place.

And somehow, you and Mattheo Riddle were standing right in front of it. “Surprise!” Mattheo said, motioning to the store. A sophisticated script spelled The Perfect Playlist on the door. You could hardly believe it.

“Who did you have to torture this information from?” You asked, eyeing your boyfriend suspiciously.

“This was through honest research this time,” he smiled proudly.

“You researched it?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“The important thing is we’re here now,” he said, deflecting. “Aren’t I the best?” He took your hand and started walking to the entrance. “You sure are something,” you grinned excitedly as you let him lead the way.

“Now let’s enjoy this once in a lifetime experience!” He said. And it was quite literal for you could only visit once, but it was all you’ll ever need.

The attendant greeted you brightly and he seemed to already know your names. He too, seemed quite ordinary in a shirt and trousers. But that was the last thing that would underwhelm you about this place, for it was never about the store or the beings inside it. It was all about The Perfect Playlist.

He beamed, “The love birds, your booth is ready. Right this way.” He led you to one of the listening booths with its wooden door leading to the cozy leather seat that sunk low when you sat. “Simply put on your headphones, press play when you’re ready, and let the music carry you away. It’s The Perfect Playlist for your relationship.”

He smiled brightly as he closed the door and returned to the counter. Mattheo tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and placed the headphones on you. You watched his long lashes flutter and still blushed at his proximity even after all this time.

He then put on his headphones and looked at you to confirm you were ready. You smiled and held a thumbs up and so he pressed play.

A faint rhythm started in your ears, a beat that seemed to grow louder by the second. You closed your eyes to listen more carefully until a bright light took over the darkness, the upbeat music now loud enough for you to feel the bass in your headphones until you found your head bopping to the beat.

You may have never heard the song The Perfect Playlist created for you, but you felt the rush of excitement. It was like hearing a great song you haven’t heard in ages, both new and familiar at the same time.

As the beat picked up, bright colors danced along with its rhythm, swirling together until it formed shapes that resembled a music festival. Ahead of you, a DJ onstage hyped up the crowd with the song you were listening to.

Your friends were laughing around you and you were dancing with them, having the time of your life. Of course, this was where you first met Mattheo all those years ago.

Even in a crowded place where people danced and sang their hearts out, you stood out to him. To him, you were sunshine personified. He pretended to bump into you that day, knocking your drink out of your hand so he could buy you one.

You could almost laugh at how the world went in slow motion, the perfect soundtrack softening to something romantic as you introduced yourselves and the sparks flew instantly. It didn’t take long until you were dancing the night away, the playlist back to an upbeat song you could dance to forever.

Then there were long drives and motorcycle rides when you both wanted more speed and danger. Late night talks under the stars, huddled beneath blankets that always led to something more.

That was only the beginning. The Perfect Playlist still had albums worth of songs to play as you relived all your wonderful memories with Mattheo Riddle.

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 3 months ago

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Changes chapter 51

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The house was quiet. Max had left earlier that week, and still Julie hadn't heard anything. Not from him, not from Lucy. She sighed as her fingers brushed through Thorns hair. She couldn't help but feel nervous. What if her mom was not like she remembered. Or what if her mom was disappointed in who she had become? What if she was terrified of vampires and didn't want anything to do with her own daughter anymore?

She took a deep breath, shaking her head slightly. No matter her nerves, she shouldn't think like this. They were away to get her mom, her mom, who had taken such a hit from her going, missing that she was still not alright. Bitterly, Julie thought that it was a thing she and her mom had in common. She still couldn't stand doctors. She still sometimes had the feeling of seeing familiar horrifying faces in the crowds.

She sighed as she walked to the fridge, taking a bloodbag, double checking the type, before putting it in a cup and heating it up.

She waited patiently as the timer went down, looking up when she heard a loud knock on the door. She ignored the beeping of the microwave, instead walking to the door, Thorn following close behind. As she opened it, her cautious look turned into a bright grin.

"Maria!"

"Hey, Jules," the woman smiled. She looked tougher since the last time Julie had seen her. As if she had been fighting and seen horrors, she thought quietly.

"What are you doing here? When you left I-" Julie stopped herself from rambling, stepping aside and opening the door wider. "Come on in."

"After Shelly died, I just couldn't stay here," Maria said quietly, staring at her cup of coffee. "I blamed COL for it, so I spent my time learning how to use guns, how to get in and out of buildings undiscovered. I wanted to take them down."

Julie didn't know what to say, so she just stared at Maria with a not so well hidden amazement in her eyes.

"It was crazy, but it worked? Just a little, I managed to destroy one other chapter."

"You are so cool!" Julie grinned, giving Maria a tight hug. "You're like an action hero!"

Maria laughed, shaking her head. "No," she said, "absolutely not. Believe me. This is just cheaper than any therapy I can afford."

Julie was quiet for a moment before giggling. "I guess it is!" After all, hadn't she done the exact same thing?

"Are you doing this all alone?" She asked softly. Maria nodded.

"I don't want to drag anyone else into this mess."

"We've already destroyed one chapter. We can always help you. It's for a good cause after all."

Maria shook her head, taking Julie's hand in hers. "Jules, you've been fighting this since you were seventeen. You've been fighting for four years. I don't want you to anymore. You found a home, a family - you've had your revenge. Now let me get mine."

The two of them had been so deep in conversation that they hadn't noticed David walking in.

"I agree," he said, startling Julie. "I also think you shouldn't do this alone."

"What do you suggest I do then?"

"Star wants to end COL as well. Michael wants to go along, so I might also just join."

Julie frowned slightly. "Is something going on between you and Michael?"

"Not yet."

"Are you certain this is what you'd do? It's not an easy thing to do."

David shrugged. He looked at Julie before turning his gaze back on Maria. "I've got some wrongs to right."

Later that evening, Julie was alone again. She still didn't know how to feel about her best friend and her brother going out to fight and end the Company of Life, but she did appreciate it. Still, them risking their lives?

As worry overtook her, she grabbed a bowl, some eggs and flower, and began to bake. It kept her mind off of things, and this way, she could give them something for when they were on the road.

After finishing the batter, she filled thirty-six cupcake cups and put them in the oven. The house smelled nice, and the kitchen was cleaned with little to no effort. Julie sighed. It would be weird not to have David or Michael around. Ever since David had taken up her driving lessons, she had become quite good at it, and she became quite close to him. She and Michael had fun, even though her memories of him weren't all there.

Hell, she thought quietly, she was even going to miss Star's quiet presence. Not that she'd let anyone know that. Luckily, Paul, Marko, and Dwayne had all explicitly stated that they'd be staying in Santa Carla.

The oven beeped, and Julie took the first tray of twelve out easily. She grabbed the second, the oven door still open when Max entered the house. His keys rattled against the front door, and Thorn jumped from the couch dancing around the second he heard his master.

As Max walked in, Lucy was close to follow. She was carrying a large bag.

Julie stood there, frozen,a tray of cupcakes in her hands. She looked at the people walking in, looking past Max, looking past Lucy. Staring at the woman entering the house last. A tall, kind looking woman with dark curly hair. The woman whom Julie had seen in flashes of memories, the woman who she had longed to see for so long. As she looked at the woman, she lost grip of the tray, letting the small cakes fall to the ground. Julie didn't care, instead looking at the woman.

The woman stared back, frozen in place in the hallway.

"Mom?"

"Julie?"

The two of them stared at each other before they ran towards the other, holding on tightly. Julie closed her eyes as she breathed her mom in, smelling the familiar scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Her mother held onto her tightly, rushing her hand over her hair as she kept hugging her, as if she was feeling whether or not she was truly there.

"You're alive... you're here.." her mother whispered with tears in her eyes.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again..."

"Neither did I, sweetheart," her mother pulled away, looking at her. "They told me what happened, what those people did to you,.." she became quiet, really looking at her daughter. "You became a beautiful woman."

"I missed you so much," tears ran down Julie's face as she held on to her mother.

"Me too, darling," her mother smiled softly, leading her to the couch and sitting down.

Lucy had taken the other tray of cupcakes out of the oven and walked into the living room with a plate of cupcakes in one hand and two empty cups in the other. She gave them both some lemonade before leaving the room.

Julie and het mother talked about everything. About how she ended up at the facility, what she'd been through when she got there, how she was changed and how she found her place here.

"Are you happy?"

Julie nodded, smiling brightly.

"Good," her mom smiled. "And Max is treating you well?"

Once again Julie nodded, looking at her mom. "He kind of became my dad."

"I'm glad you found a family." Her mother hugged her again, tightly. "And I'm glad you remember me. When Lucy told me you had trouble remembering things I feared the worst."

"I couldn't remember your face," Julie said quietly, "but I remembered baking together. And having fun."

Her mother was quiet as the two of them sat their, both drinking their drinks and eating their cupcakes.

"Mom?"

"Are you going to stay?"

It was quiet for a moment, before the woman nodded. "I am."

"Will you become like us?"

"I don't know."

"I don't want to lose you again..."

Her mother gave her a sad smile, holding her tightly. "Me neither, darling. I will think about it, I promise you. Until then, I am going to live with Lucy. You can always call, and we can meet up as often as you'd like. I don't want to go, but Lucy and the doctors both said it would be best if we slowly built our relationship up again."

Julie nodded, not really understanding why per se, but accepting it enough. She hugged her mom, waving her goodbye, before making her way up to her room. She closed the door, Thorn jumping inside before she did so, and went to lay down on her bed. She stared at the sunset painted on her walls, remembering with a smile how long ago that was. How different things had been back then. How different things were now.

Over the next couple of weeks, she hung out with her mom often, at one point introducing her to the boys - whom she loved. It was a weird sight to see the three of them being so domestic, exchanging pleasantries, and playing boardgames. But Julie loved it.

Night after night, she began to feel happier, more free, and more home than she had in a long time. Dwayne and her hung out often, Marko and Paul also stepping by whenever they wanted to. Sometimes they had updates about what David, Maria, Michael and Star were doing - with the exciting update being they destroyed a third chapter of COL already, and a boring update being that Michael and David actually got together. It was fun for them, of course, but back at home, everyone already knew it was bound to happen.

Max and Lucy became closer, in such a way that Lucy agreed to turn. It was a wonderful thing to see Max so happy and in love, but it caused an awkward feeling to rise within Julie. After all, her aunt was now also her adopted mom. When she brought up this problem to Paul, he immediately began to sing an old folk tune, I am my own Grandpa, and Julie decided right then and there that she should not be worried about it.

Things were good. Thanksgiving came and went, without a word from David and the others. When Christmas rolled along, things were different. The house was filled with bright lights, and a large christmastree stood in the living room with piles of presents spread out underneath it. Lucy, Julie and Dana - Julie's mom - were working in the kitchen, Lucy making dinner and the mother and daughter working on the deserts.

Tonight, it would be a full house. Max had invited everyone, including Grandpa Emerson (who never dared to set foot in the direction of Max' house because he was sick of vampires) and the Widow Johnson. Both had denied the invitation request, but even then, the house would be filled to the brim. Sam was coming, the boys, David and Michael had returned, and even Maria and Star were joining the Christmas festivities.

That night, the house was filled with laughter and fun. Gifts were being exchanged, food was eaten and at last, when the sun began to rise it was decided everyone could stay here and hide from the sun. With a contend smile, Julie told the others goodnight, walking up to her room. She closed the block out curtains, opening the door when she heard Thorn run up the stairs.

"You want to sleep with me, hm?" She smiled, letting the hellhound in.

She changed into her pyjamas and dropped down on her bed, covering herself with three thick layers of blankets. It was like a warm, cosy cocoon that she knew she'd have trouble to leave the next day. She sighed a deep content sigh, her fingers brushing through Thorns fur. Yes, she thought quietly to herself, after everything she's been through, after everything that changed, she finally felt just right.

She was home.

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So... this is it. It's weird ending this story after working on it for so many months, publishing weekly with occasionally multiple chapters per week. I'm really glad this story is out there now and that it has found some love with you as readers. So thank you for reading and for responding and reblogging - all of your comments really made my day in words I can barely describe.

The next thing I am going to be working on are the requests I have in my inbox (I am so sorry for the incredibly long wait before I uploaded your requests, I wanted to finish Changes before the new year).

After that I'll see. There are some older stories on here that deserve a rewrite (looking at Roseblood, I wrote that stuff when I was sixteen, and boy could it use an update) and of course, there are some stories still in need of getting their final chapters.

Anyways. Long story short, thank you for reading. And happy holidays, and may the new year bring you as much luck and happiness as you need.💜

BONUS evil ending explained >

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letterstodixon · 12 days ago

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oldies station (pt. III)

modern au!

summary: Daryl finally took courage and decided to visit you, finding himself with a not very pleasant surprise. Still, he decides to stay.

pairing: daryl dixon x f!reader

word count: 1898

warnings: i think it has no warnings. barely proofread.

divider by @/saradika-graphics

a/n: aaand i'm officially back! It took me a while to finish this and it's still not my proudest work. i wanted to put this out because i think these two deserved kind of a happy ending while sticking to reality lol, and it's the last part (for now). if you have any ideas, please send them to me! i hope you enjoy <3

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People often use the phrase “time stopped” to refer to something happening to them, as if everything was moving in slow motion, and that was exactly what was happening to Daryl.

“What are you doing here?” He heard before turning around, feeling his stomach drop to the floor. Whoever had asked that didn’t exactly have a feminine voice. Turning around, he confirmed that it wasn’t a woman. Standing beside you, by the door frame, was the gym coach himself. Hell was his name? Nolan? Regan? Megan?

“None of yer business, sunshine.” He answered, standing up, already defensive. Before Negan could speak, you stepped between them, raising your hands in each of the men's directions, but your gaze fixed on Daryl.

"Negan was just leaving, Daryl. You can make yourself at home." You told him, nodding for him to enter the house, but he wouldn't move until the other man did too. Narrowing his eyes, Daryl kept his gaze on that sly smile that he had.

"Damn right, doll, I was just leaving. But let me ask you something..."

That phrase alone reminded Daryl of someone else he used to dispise, making his stomach churn at the thought.

"Nope, not again. You had your chance, go home. We'll talk later." You interrupted him, your gaze fixed on your own hand, still held in the air in an attempt to stop him from getting too close. When you finished speaking, you looked up, noticing that he was nodding his head.

Pfff, later, Daryl thought.

"Alright. I'll talk to you later, sweetheart. Nice to see you again, Daryl." He said, that smile on his face as he walked down the stairs of the house, heading to the other side of the street, where his car was parked. Daryl couldn't help but follow him with his gaze, before feeling a gentle pat on his shoulder, calling him. Only then did he turn around, looking down at you.

"I was making coffee, come on in." You indicated, entering your home as he followed you, closing the door behind him. A wave of memories invaded him, without being able to place himself in any specific one. He could see you on the couch trying to study, or maybe both of you, sitting by the window on a rainy day while painting each other on an empty canvas, or you going down the stairs in a dress your mom picked out for the dance. He could also see you coming out of the kitchen with a tray of junk food so you could spend the night watching movies. The house was still almost as he remembered it, just more decorated and with more pictures or works of art hanging on the walls.

"You can sit, Dar. I won't charge you." You joked, appearing with two completely different cups of coffee. Only when you spoke again did Daryl notice that he hadn't moved from his spot. Nodding slightly, he followed you to the couch, sitting carefully, almost on the edge. He couldn't remember if his pants were dirty and he didn't want to ruin any of the order you had in the house.

"I'm sorry about that earlier, I—"

"What was that asshole doin' 'ere?" Daryl interrupted, not wanting to hear you apologize for that man ever again. His hand did nothing but take the coffee cup by the edges, to rest it on the table in front of him. He was afraid that, for some reason, it would slip or fall to the floor and you wouldn't be able to replace it.

Sighing after taking a sip of coffee, you nodded, holding the cup in your hands. Daryl could attest to how cold they were at any time of the year, and that you needed a source of heat even in the middle of summer. "He's going through a hard time with his wife and I'm trying to be understanding at his outbursts, but sometimes he gets me on my nerves."

Daryl only uttered a small mhm before speaking. "Poor wife, bein' with an asshole like that." That sentence made you burst out laughing, shaking your head as he watched you. He wasn't sure what he had said to make you laugh like that. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just that I missed that kind of comments from you. I see you're still funny."

He scoffed. "Ain't funny, just tellin' the truth."

Your laughter ceased, turning into just a ghost of a smile, as you leaned over to set your cup down next to his. Daryl couldn't help but glance at that movement, almost like a reflex, but he was even more surprised when he noticed your hand was on the couch, palm up, like a signal for him to take it. Shifting uncomfortably, he looked between your hand and your face, not daring to take it yet. What if he had misinterpreted your intention?

"The truth might be that I missed you, in general. And your snarky comments too." You said, without moving your hand from where it was, the smile back on your face, this time, more sincere, more gentle. More like you.

"I'm sorry, I—"

"You don't have to be sorry, Daryl. I don't know what happened... I mean, I have an idea," you said and then sighed, your eyes meeting his, making him feel that pressure in his chest that he hadn't felt since the last day he saw you, "and I respect it. But it doesn't change the fact that I missed my best friend."

He felt the world crash down on him and a weight lift off his shoulders altogether. He wasn't good with words, and he wished he could even try to explain a small part of everything that had happened to him in those years, the way he almost instantly regretted walking away from you that day, or rather, letting Merle get so deep into his head that he'd convinced him of the atrocity of leaving you.

Not knowing how to respond at that moment, and almost regretting how odd it seemed to him that he hesitated for a millisecond, he carefully reached out and took yours. His, stained with some faint mark of grease, yours with dots and grazes of different paints. His eyes settled on your face for a moment, before looking back down. He couldn't do this.

"And you know what? There's a boy in one of my classes that reminds me of you." You told him, giving his hand a light squeeze. Even though he wasn't looking at you, he could feel the smile in your tone, but he couldn't quite understand why.

"Must give you a hard time, then." He commented, trying to joke, after a few minutes of not letting his voice be heard. Looking up, he was met with the same calm and smiling expression you had before, while you shook your head.

"He's one of a kind, just like you are. He skips lots of classes because no one seems to understand him, but somehow, he's always at my classes. He even came here a few times." He listened to you explain attentively, still not fully understanding where your story was going. "And I know I'm not the perfect teacher, but I think I gave him a safe space and he took it as an opportunity to escape."

"Escape from what?"

"Only he knows. Well, him and maybe the girl he got behind him 24/7." You said as you let out a small laugh, making him almost smile. Finally, he could visualize where the conversation was going, and instead of trying to imagine those two teenagers you were describing to him, he thought of the two of you a few years ago. "Point is, I know I'm not perfect, but I got so mad when you dropped out of school. Not because of you, you weren't guilty, but I was mad at school for not creating that safe space for you, you know? And I got so mad at myself for not trying any harder too, and—"

"Ain't your fault, t'was only mine. I let Merle talk shit and believed 'im." He said with complete confidence, even though he was interrupting you. He needed to let you know in any way, that you were not responsible for the things he did wrong.

"You were just a kid, Daryl. Merle didn't know what to do with his life either. You needed someone to understand you. We always need someone to have our backs and I wish I was that person for you, but I know I wasn't and I'm sorry."

"I wasn't there either, I just..."

"Vanished?"

"You could say that." He replied, making a face that made you smile. It was at that very moment, with that smile, that he knew he didn't want to have you away ever again.

"That's that Dixon power." You joked, grabbing the coffee cup in your hands again.

The afternoon passed between anecdotes and questions, as if they were getting to know each other again, but at the same time, time seemed to have stood still. It was clear that you had talked more than him, but it didn't bother him at all. Everything reminded him of that version of you that he loved when he was young, and that perhaps he still loved now. Before he knew it, he was sitting with too comfortably on your couch, and the sun had almost completely set. Looking out the window, he stood up carefully, wiping the sweat from his hands on his pants. Yes, he was calmer knowing that you didn't hate him despite all those years apart, but he never stopped being nervous around you.

"I better be leavin', Merle must be wonderin' where am I." He murmured, watching you nod but say nothing about it. Standing up after him, you made a gesture with your hand along with an after you under your breath. Walking towards the door, he turned to look at you, giving you a barely visible smile.

"T'was good to see ya again."

"I'm glad we're back, Dar." You replied, opening the door, but he didn't come out. Closing the distance between you, he wrapped you in a short but warm hug, pulling away before you could fully reciprocate. Your confused expression caused his cheeks to burn even more than before, mentally kicking himself for how awkward that hug must have felt.

Stupid little shit, why you gotta be so awkard?

Muttering a small see ya, he quickly turned to walk down the stairs of your house, thinking about quickly getting on the bike and leaving, but he heard your voice calling out to him before he could continue. Turning around, he watched you curiously. You were nibbling on your bottom lip, a habit you'd never been able to stop, while looking somewhat hesitant.

"Would you... Uh, would you like to stay?" You asked, holding the door with one of your hands. "I mean, for dinner. Or as long as you'd like."

The proposal took him by surprise, but after thinking about it for a few seconds, he nodded.

"Sure, I'd love that."

And with that, he met your excited smile, as he climbed the stairs of your house to return, for a moment, to one of the few places where he was genuinely happy.

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