#he hoped that maybe if he asked nicely he could bargain something back

[canisalbus]

Can I ask how Vasco reacted to hearing about Machete’s assassination? :o did he put on a brave face? Was he inconsolable? Does he imagine that if he were there, he could’ve done something (even if that isn’t true? I imagine it would be tortuous mentally and emotionally for him, poor lad

He most likely went through a mental breakdown, followed by years of paralyzing grief and depression. Vasco had proven to be outstandingly resilient and optimistic in adversity, putting on a brave face was his second nature. But this was his final 'break the unbreakable' moment. He turned withdrawn and apathetic. He had never lost anyone this abruptly before, and he became visibly paranoid about the safety and health of his family while failing to look after his own wellbeing.

Of course he kept rewinding the events in his head and second-guessing himself about whether he could've prevented this outcome somehow, even when everyone who knew about his situation kept telling him there was no reason for him to blame himself for it. He struggled with the suddenness of it, and the lack of closure, and couldn't get over thinking how the love of his life had died alone, surprised, scared and in pain, and that there was absolutely nothing he could do to remedy that. Ludovica's support was invaluable to him. Since he couldn't mourn openly she was one of the few people who were there for him.

Eventually he came to terms with what had happened and learned to live with it, and even though he slowly regained his good-humoured personality, he never fully recovered back to his previous self.

[cutiecusp]

Finally.

BF! Graves x reader.

Now I know, Graves isn't our fave CoD operator, in fact every time I play as him I get hell in the lobbies still xD but I wanted to explore a best mate drabble I've been thinking of. We all know him as cocky, arrogant... and what if he is, but not to us? And we ask him for help with a problem... warning, this is a LONG one!

(tw. Virginity loss, best friend, hidden feelings, revealed feelings, kissing,teeny blood mention, smut, PinV. So MDNI!!)

"You want me to what?" Came the loud reply from your best friend.

Flinching at the volume, you press a finger to your lips, hoping no one else heard him.

"You know what I'm asking. You've probably done it a hundred times over." You hiss, eyes darting around the canteen.

"Darlin' you know I love you. We've been friends forever, but this, this I can't help you with, I'm sorry." Phillip backs off in his chair, his arms raised in mock surrender, his jaw tightly wound, as if he was going to say something further, but held himself back.

Your cheeks redden. You knew asking was probably the biggest risk in your friendship, but you trusted no one else, and you harboured feelings for Phillip ever since you both enlisted years ago, but always dampened it down due to his cocky demeanor.

"It's just a few minutes of your time, no feelings involved..." You bargain, leaning into the table.

"A few- a few minutes?" He splutters, gaining attention from the other table. He leans into your space, watching the blush flush from your cheeks.

"Sweet thing, the guy who takes your gift should be someone special. Someone you trust to make you feel good. Not a few stolen minutes on base. What's brought this on?"

"I think I'm defective." You admit softly.

"Defective how?" He presses, scooting in his chair, closing the gap between you two.

"No one else I know is a virgin at our age." You state, your cheeks stained pink.

"You go around talking about it with everyone?" He teases, hoping to break the mood.

"This isn't funny, Phillip. Why does no one want me?" You say, near tears.

What you fail to notice is that from the minute you both enlisted together, you've always been Graves' girl. He practically growls at any suitor interested in you, and the grapevine is adamant that you two are a thing. He's just too chicken to act on it.

"You'll find someone, doll." He says easily, like he's not worried about your status.

"Maybe I'll ask Ghost, he seems nice enough." You say, sliding your tray across the table, and standing up, dismissing the conversation.

"I'll catch you later." You call out as you follow Ghost into the corridor. You fail to see a pair of jealous eyes trailing your body as you leave.

A few hours go by, and curfew is approaching. You change into your pyjamas and grab your book, settling in for the night when you hear a brisk knock in the door.

Pulling it open, you find Graves, all dishevelled and mad.

"Tell me you didn't do it, doll." You smell a hint of bourbon on his breath, as he steps into your room.

You step back, shaking your head.

"D-do what?" You ask, but you already know the answer.

"Tell me you didn't give Ghost your body, baby. Tell. Me." He commands, eyes glossy with dutch courage.

"No, I didn't." You admit. You knew he wasn't the one when he turned you down gently and pointed out that someone else may want you and your gift. The very someone barging into your room.

You scoffed at Ghost, but it turns out his premonition was right.

"I.. i couldnt." You admit. Your eyes searching his for the unspoken question you were asking.

He steps into your space, his body close enough to yours that you could smell his cologne you brought him for Christmas. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, and back up to his eyes.

Involuntarily, your tongue darts out to wet your lip, soliciting a deep groan from Graves.

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close to him, your bodies pressed against each other.

"You know, for the longest time, doll..." He pauses, his fingers tracing patterns over your hips.

"For the longest time. I've never felt like I deserved you. I've watched you from afar take on challenges even I've flinched at. You've taken every deployment, successful in most. You are faster, stronger and far more deadly than most of the team. You are smart, funny, kind.. Your laugh makes me laugh, your heart is.. your heart is generous, and I'm glad to call you a friend."

He pauses, and cups your chin with one hand, while brushing the hair out of your face with rhe other.

"But. I'd be lying if I said that's all I want to be. Your eyes are like pools, that I could stare into for hours, your body fits into my hands perfectly... I just want to dip my feet in and taste you, to see if you taste of heaven."

"I should be the one honoured to take your gift. To pleasure you until you see stars, to give you my body as much as you give me yours. I want to own every godamn moan that comes out of that mouth. I want you." He concludes, his breath ragged in his chest.

"Please." He asks. And one word is all it takes for you to melt in his arms as he swipes his lips over yours gently, his tongue opening your mouth further.

You moan in the back of your throat as he leads you to the bed, barely stopping kissing to lay down on the sheets.

"Tell me you want this, and I'll give you all you want." Phillip whispers.

You nod, and you see him shake his head.

"Words, baby. Tell me." He insists.

"I want this, Phillip, probably have for the longest time. I want you." You admit.

Pulling back, so his body is half over you, he pulls his t shirt over his head, and you observe his body with a smile. Your fingers trace over his shoulders, down his chest and to his waistband.

"Not yet, darlin'" He admonishes gently, undoing the buttons to the top of your pyjamas, exposing the soft skin bare underneath.

He lets out a breath, his eyes darkened with desire.

"Fuck, baby. You are so beautiful." He slides the fabric off your shoulders, the cool air pebbling your nipples, as you take a shuddering breath.

"It's okay, I got you." He says, bending down to place kisses along your soft skin, before taking a nipple into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, his hand playing similarly with its pair.

With the other hand, he brings his fingers up and holds your hand flush to your head, effectively trapping you against him.

A whimper tears from your throat as you feel warmth lick your lower belly, combined with the weight of him on you, and the pleasure he was pulling from you, you thought you could burst.

"Phillip, please." You beg, although you aren't sure what you want entirely.

He chuckles against your body, his hand moving from your breast to your pyjama shorts.

"Please, what, darlin'" He asks gruffly, his fingers playing with your waistband.

"I need.. I need more." You admit, eyes wide with lust.

You see Phillip pull back on his heels, and whimper at the loss of contact. He smirks, his lip lifting at the side.

"God, darlin' you look amazing right now." He says softly, almost fully devoted.

He looks at you for permission before he wriggles your shorts down your legs, the moisture between your legs sticking to the soft fabric.

"Fuck, baby. No underwear?" He asks, surprise evident in his tone.

You shake your head shyly as he opens your legs, baring yourself to him.

"Oh, she's gorgeous." He whispers, more to himself than anything but you blush regardless.

"And so wet for me, doll." His voice thick with need, his eyes darker than coal.

You watch as he swipes his fingers through your folds firmly, collecting your nectar on his fingertips. He brings it to his mouth and sucks them clean.

You hold your breath as he closes his eyes before noticing the bulge in his jeans. You smirk a little, satisfied you weren't the only one affected.

He leans down, hooking your legs over his shoulders as he licks a heavy stripe from your clit down, pulling a delicious sound out from your lips. He suckles on your sensitive flesh until you pull his hair, guiding him to where you want him. His tongue flat, he takes his time licking building you up to your first orgasm.

It hits you out of nowhere, your eyes tightly shut, your toes curled as wave after wave hits you, you try to talk, but no sound comes out of your mouth, just a flash of bright light behind your eyes.

Phillip straightens up, and kisses you, combining your taste in your lips as you return the kiss deeply.

"You OK, darlin'" He asks, a little cockily.

"You look proud of yourself." You retort.

"I just got the prettiest girl in the world to come on my face, I'd say I'm pretty proud of myself." He replies easily.

You choke on a breath you had been holding.

"Phillip!" You chastise, mock scandalised

He grins, and heads back down between your legs.

"Phillip, I can't." You protest, your thighs a little sore.

"Gotta prep you, baby. Don't wanna hurt you." He explains, kissing your inner thighs before returning to your sensitive folds. His tongue painting masterpieces over the skin.

You gasp as you feel his finger slowly work his way inside you, the feeling intrusive, but not painful.

"There you go baby, think you could take more for me?" He asks between licks.

You nod, and you shudder as you feel a second finger match the first, but this time pressing down on a sensitive spot.

"God, Phillip.. please!" You pant as he strokes the spot over and over, that familiar warmth in your lower belly as you tighten around his fingers.

"Come for me darlin', come on my fingers." Phllip insists, picking up the pace to match your hips bucking against his fingers.

You squeal as you come, your pussy clenching around his fingers, eyes rolled in the back of your head.

"Fuck." You hear him whisper, opening your eyes, you lock your gaze with his, and find nothing but admiration and pride.

"You looked so sexy, coming on my fingers like that darlin'" He chuckles.

"Almost came in my jeans."

You look down and you could see a dark patch on his jeans, he catches you looking and raises an eyebrow.

"Off. Now." You command, your hands going to his belt.

He shucks off the denim and fabric underneath, leaving him naked in front of you.

"Do you want me to?" You swallow, unable to look away.

Phillip shakes his head.

"Won't last long if you do, darlin' and I'd rather come in that pretty cunt of yours. I assume you are on the pill?"

You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him to you, your lips pressed against his as he leads you both back down on the bed.

Your legs spread open as he settles between them, his soft gaze on yours.

"You ready, doll? We can always stop here."

You throw him a look, and rock your hips against his.

"Not a fucking chance." You say firmly.

He chuckles as he slides home, his length stretching you out deliciously. You gasp, and squeeze your eyes shut, and he pauses.

"You okay, baby?" He asks, concern written on his features.

"I'm good, just... adjusting." You admit, opening your eyes.

He slowly rocks his hips against yours, and any discomfort melts away as the pleasure takes over you both. You trail your hands over his shoulders and chest, feeling his skin under your touch.

"Phillip." You whisper, afraid to break the moment.

He looks down at you, your body underneath his.

"Yeah, darlin'?"

"I'm not gonna break, go faster." You urge, wrapping your ankles around his lower back.

He picks up the pace, leaning back a little, knelt at your hips as he watches where you two meet. He watches the creamy ring around the bottom of his cock, tinged with a little pink.

You are his is all Phillip can think of as he rocks against you, your body fitting against his perfectly. You pull his closer for another kiss, changing the position of your hips, taking him deeper.

You both groan at the sensation, the feeling of fullness for yourself, and the tight vice of your pussy clamping down on his cock as he guides you to another orgasm.

He brushes your hair away from your face, taking in your flushed cheeks, and glossy eyes.

"You feel so good, baby." He admits softly, his hips snapping against yours as he feels you building up to a third orgasm. His fingers softly pinching your nipples, sending a shock wave of pleasure down your spine.

"You gonna come for me, come on this cock?" He asks, smiling at the way you nod.

"Words, doll." He reminds you.

"Fuck, yes, Phillip, I'm gonna come.." You pant, your hips matching his pace as you chase your high.

You feel like you are floating as another orgasm rips through you, you didn't care how loud you were being as pleasure burst through your body.

Phillip snaps his hips to yours, following closely, his spend deep inside you. He pulls you into his body, slowly pulling himself out as he wraps his arms around you.

Sweaty and satisfied, you look up at Phillip, who places a kiss on your forehead.

"I'll run you a bath, thank fuck we have the bigger barracks." He laughs. He pulls himself from you, as your phone chimes.

'Fucking finally. Can you hear you both down the hall.' 👻

You blush and hand your phone to Phillip, who laughs.

"He's right, darlin'... fucking finally.."

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A/N this turned out to be the longest drabble ever. I know some of you are here due to the Matchmaker series, which will be resumed ASAP, but I hope this appeases the writers block Gods! I appreciate everyone's likes, comments, asks, reblogs, it all means so much. ♥️

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[rottingworship]

Beg and Bargain

The Proxies x Fem!Reader | Chapter Two

Chapter One

Summary: Tim takes you to your apartment for some essentials, you begin to spill your guts on how you ended up in this situation. Your priorities still aren't straight.

A/N: I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure (real). Also, while I personally (currently) don't write super, duper dark stuff... This will definitely still be toxic. just a warning.

Warnings: murder, name calling (bitch, cunt), gun violence, your best friend and ex have names, you are the cause of a murder, your ex tried to murder you, no use of y/n, not beta'd, flashbacks (please let me know if i forgot something!)

Word Count: 2.9k (o.o)

You are sitting in a car, bloody, dirty, and shoeless. You are staring dead ahead with a look of fear on your face. You fiddle with the hem of your bloodied sweater and deeply inhale. Your stomach is feeling sick again, and you can’t tell if it’s from lack of food or the fact that Brian and Toby thought it would be best to blindfold you to get you out of the woods.

“Can’t have you knowing where you are, at least for now.” Brian told you.

You sat in the car, breathing heavily from anxiety. Not being able to see kind of makes you powerless. You had waited patiently for Tim to tell you to take the blindfold off.

“You can take that off now,” Tim had said, smirking, you could hear it.

Now, you are just sitting. “I don’t know why they blindfolded me,” You cross your arms. “Not like I could find that place again even if my life depended on it.” Let’s hope it doesn’t. You want to cry again. The feeling hits you out of nowhere. You refrain from it.

“Are we close?” Tim asks. You can’t tell if he’s trying to get your mind off of everything or get his mind off of something.

“Oh, yeah,” You snort, feeling silly. “Take a right up here. Then you’ll see an apartment complex.” Tim follows your instructions, and you see it. “Yeah, that one right there. I don’t think there are any others, so it’s kinda obvious…” You trail off. He pulls up and you give him the code to get in.

“This place is nice…” Tim takes the place in.

“Yeah,” You look at the parking lot, “especially for this little town, huh?” You are on edge. You are looking for someone’s car, Tim seems to be able to clock that from a mile away.

“Who are you looking for?” He suddenly sounds stern.

You give him an awkward, nervous smile. “I don’t live alone…” His jaw clenches. “She’s not here though! She works first shifts, and I don’t see her car.” You reassure him. Tim nods, parking the car. You realize you have to walk across the pavement to the apartments. You sigh. “Can you, like, drop me off at the door?”

“No.” Tim shakes his head. “I can carry you?” He offers.

You shake your head. You suck in air, sighing. “I’ll just walk and get sick.” Tim does not respond. He doesn’t find it amusing it would seem. You get out of the car and the cold concrete can be felt through the bandages on your feet. You want to hurry towards the building but know you can’t. Your feet and legs burn already. Maybe you should have taken Tim up on that offer…

No one seems to be in the lobby when you walk in. Tim seems on edge. You walk towards the elevator and Tim stops in his tracks. You turn to him. “No, we are not taking the stairs. I’m hurt and I live on the fourth floor.” Tim doesn't want to argue. Maybe he feels bad for you, maybe he just doesn’t want to cause a scene. You can’t tell. You both enter the elevator and lean back against the railing. You look up at the mirror on the ceiling and realize just how fucked up you look. You see a leaf in your hair. You pull it out.

Tim groans, “Sorry, Toby said he got all of those out. I told him I’d do it, but he insisted on being the one to pull all the twigs and leaves out of your hair.”

“How sweet.” You deadpan.

The elevator stops and the both of you make your way out. You lead Tim down the hallway and to your apartment. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“I don’t have my key.”

Tim looks uneasy.  You try to think of a way to get in and the door swings open. You let out a short scream and jump into Tim. He grunts and steadies you.

“What are you doing at home? And… You’re with a man?”

“Val!” You whisper, “you’re supposed to be at work!” You speak through gritted teeth.

Val’s eyes look over you and they widen. You tense. Tim’s hand goes to the small of your back immediately. She wants to pull you into the apartment, her hand twitches. You see her gears turning. You suck in air through your nose, jaw clenched.

“Can we come in?” You ask.

As you say ‘we’ Val’s eyes move to Tim. She is frozen. After a short moment of awkward silence, Val moves to the side. You rush in, Tim hot on your trail. Val closes the door and places her back to it.

“Can I-”

“No,” you respond before she can say anything. “I’m just here to collect some things. I’m still on vacation.” You reassure her.

“You packed before you left.” She states it, her eyes not leaving Tim. She can see how bloody you are, and how clean Tim is. She is obviously connecting dots that something is wrong, and completely off.

“I know love,” Your voice suddenly changes, Tim notices it. “Do not worry about me.” Val nods, her eyes glazing over. “I’m just here to grab some shoes and some essentials. I promise, everything is okay,” You lie.

“Everything is okay…” She responds. Her voice is monotone. She turns and goes to her room.

You turn away from Tim and walk towards your room. You grab a duffle bag, the only bag you hadn’t taken on vacation, and begin to fill it. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes. You quickly wipe your eyes and try to sniffle quietly.

“Are you crying?” Tim asks softly, but still completely on edge.

“No.” You snap. You walk to your bathroom, Tim close behind you still. “Can you get off my ass?” You mumble. Tim shakes his head, you see it from the corner of your eye. You turn around and narrow your eyes. You cross your arms and look at him. “I promised Val I’d never fucking do that to her!” Your voice is dangerously low. “And I just- I just did…” You break.

“Are you-” Tim starts. He doesn’t finish. He knows whatever he’s about to say is going to set you off a little more.

“I’m fucking terrified…” You are crying; trying to keep from sobbing. “I don’t know what’s going on, what’s going to happen-” You stop yourself. You wipe your face again and let out a guttural groan. You turn from Tim and grab some of the things around the bathroom. You throw face wash, a toothbrush, deodorant, body wash, tampons, and some hair care into your bag. You aren’t sure how long you’ll be gone. You are preparing for the worst.

You go back to your bed and sit down. You look at the different shoes and grab the most comfortable pair of sneakers and then a pair of socks. You look down at your feet. You examine the somewhat bloody and definitely dirty bandages.

“They need to be redone.” Tim clocks his tongue. “The bandages.”

No shit. You refrain from saying something stupid. “I’ll just- We can redo these later. I need to get the fuck outta here.” You slide an old pair of Crocs on and shove the shoes and socks in your bag. In all, you had grabbed a couple outfits, some essentials (that probably shouldn’t have been priority), and most importantly, shoes. You throw the bag over your shoulder and walk by Tim and out of your room.

“I’m leaving!” You shout to Val. “I love you!”

“I love you!” She replies, a little more joyous than how she sounded earlier. But she still doesn't sound… Normal.

You walk back towards the elevator. You and Tim step in and you notice him staring at you. You give him a funny look. “You didn't change your clothes. Didn't you wanna do that?” He furrows his brows.

“After I shower. I need to scrub this dirt and blood off of me.” Tim stares at you harder as you smash the ground floor button. “What?”

“You don't wanna shower at your apartment?”

“Didn't know that was an option… I was just hoping that ‘Toby’s place’ has hot water.” Your use of air quotes makes Tim laugh. You aren't sure if that’s reassuring or not. You let it go.

“It does. Probably not for long. But it does.” 

You nod. You make your way back out to the parking lot and into the car. You throw your bag in the back seat and sit back up front. You look down at the blindfold and back at Tim. “Do I need to–”

“Not yet.” He shifts in his seat. You nod and bite the inside of your lip. “Your roommate… she knows about your–”

“Yes.” You cut him off. “She knows about my ability.” Duh. “She thinks I’d never use it on her…”

“You never have?” He asks, his voice genuine and curious.

“No!” You shake your head. “Not until just a bit ago! I had never really, um– I never used it for anything bad until last night.”

Tim's grip on the steering tightens. “What do you mean ‘bad’.”

“Well, I really just did little things. Mostly when I would drink… I haven't drank in a while though. But last night– I wasn't drinking, I was minding my own business and I– I did what I had to do! I did the only thing I could do!”

“What did you do?” You know he's trying to get information, really. What else would he be doing? But you're emotional and about to bust from keeping everything to yourself.

“He had a gun! He was gonna shoot me!” You are panicking, recounting it. You are remembering too well.

_-_-_-_-_

You were in the middle of the woods. Your eyes were wide and full of fear.

“Do not think about it, bitch!”

“Please, John!” You begged. “I'm not– I won't tell anyone. I'll do anything– please…”

“Anything?” He questioned you. You nodded. “Aw,” he feigns sadness, “now you wanna be a slut? Too bad. Should’a thought about that when we were together.”

You stared in horror. “John. You have a great life! You are literally doing what you've always wanted! Being private investigator–”

“Do not use that magic on me, witch bitch!”

“What are you– What do you mean?” You were shocked to your core.

“I heard about what you can do. I had to come back to see for myself. Y'know, it makes sense. The free drinks at the bar? Thought it was just ‘cause of the way you dressed. But thinking about it, you definitely had those bartenders in a fucking trance, huh?” You were stunned. “Also, the fact you made me leave you alone when you didn't wanna–”

That struck a chord. “I never used that on you!”

John's eyes darkened and his smile widened. That was all the evidence he needed. You wanted to kick yourself. His hand moved to the gun on his hip and you let out a shout before he was on top of you covering your mouth. The both of you tussled briefly, but you ended up on the floor. The gun was pressed to your temple. You began to cry. Hard.

“Oh, shut up cunt.” He growled out. “I should make you suffer. For all the things you've done… I'm nice though, I promise this will be quick.”

You began to panic. His hand moved from your mouth and he steadied himself over you. You used that to your advantage.

“Get off of me.” Your voice did not break. Your eyes locked with his. His eyes glazed over and he moved off of you.

“No!”

You furrowed your brows at John. Most people did not break away that fast. He pointed the gun at you again.

“Stop. Put the gun down.” He listened. “I do not want to hurt you. Please leave and just forget about this.” You plead with him. “I'm not using my ‘magic’, just leave.”

John screamed, frustrated and infuriated. “Are you mocking me!?” The gun is pointed back at you again.

Fuck, I'm gonna have to– “Put the gun to your head.” You knew you couldn't look away. Not if you wanted it to work.

“Stop!” He was beginning to beg. “You will regret this!”

“Then leave!” You shouted.

“I can't let you go!” He was forceful.

You still had a grip on him. The gun was still against his temple. “Put your finger on the trigger.” Tears brimmed your eyes. What the fuck am I doing? You felt incredibly sick and confused. You did not want to die, but you also did not want to kill him.

“Please! I’ll leave!” His voice broke.

You held back a sob. You knew that wasn’t true. He was lying. He was going to kill you.

“Pull the trigger.”

As soon as his finger pulled it, you looked away, a strangled scream escaping you. You hit the ground and let out a loud wail. You had just been the cause of death to someone you once loved.

_-_-_-_-_

You bring yourself back to reality, “He was gonna kill me!” You can’t breathe. You’re gripping your chest and gasping. Tim’s hands are tight on the steering wheel. “I didn’t have a choice! He knew, and if I didn’t-”

“How many people know?” Tim seems concerned.

“Only Val! I thought… but she wouldn’t tell anyone. Especially John. He was always-” You cut yourself off and make some hand motions. “Kinda off. She knew that! But he still knew… Said I was gonna regret it if I killed him…”

“Sorry,” Tim cuts you off. “Gotta blindfold you now.” He pulls over on the side of the road, seemingly feeling some type of why about your outburst of sadness. You can’t pick up on it. You nod and he grabs the blindfold, asking you to turn for him. You oblige. You seem to always oblige. “Why were you in the woods? When Toby found you?”

“Oh,” You huff, “just blindfold me and act like nothing is weird about that…” You decide to continue anyway. “John took me out there. Said something about, I don’t know, showing me something? He was too strong to even fight against anyway. And I kinda knew I could get away if needed… Didn’t expect that though.”

There is silence. Tim doesn’t seem to have any more questions. You breathe in steadily, trying to ignore the fact you are blindfolded in a car with a man you still really do not know. Realizations are hitting left and right, and there is nothing you can do. Not at the moment.

The car begins to slow down and comes to a halt. You sit there. Tim unbuckles, you hear it. You wait for instruction on what to do next. Tim picks up on that.

“Hold on,” he says, opening his door, “I’ll help you out. I’m gonna grab your bag.” His door closes and the door behind you opens. You hear rustling and the door shuts. Your door opens and a hand grabs your bicep, and you are pulled from the car. You duck down, and a hand touches your head, keeping you from bonking it on the car.

Tim steadies you and begins to walk forwards, leading you towards what you hope is the cabin. You really hope he brought you back to the cabin. When you hear leaves crunching ahead of you, you only grow more tense.

“Wh-what are you wearing!?” Toby is ahead of you, seeming to be dying of laughter.

You gasp. “Toby! I’m wearing my crocs!”

“And your bl-bloody clothes!” He laughs harder.

You just cannot win. You move to take your blindfold off and freeze. Your fingers are holding the tied part, and your breathing is slow.

“You can take it off.” Brian speaks up. You listen. You take it off fast and you’re ready to run for Toby, again. “I wouldn’t.” Brian warns, “You remember what happened this morning.”

He has a point. You hate it, but he has a point… You look over at Tim. “Thanks for carrying that. I’m gonna head inside and shower.” You grab the bag and smile as you thank him. “You have hot water?” You look at Toby. When he shrugs, you let out a guttural groan.

“J-just fucking with y-you. I do, b-but the hot wa-water heater isn’t th-that great.”

You want to swing on him. You do not. You nod and trudge inside. You know Tim is going to tell them everything that happened. You do not care. You just want to shower. You get into the bathroom and place your bag down. You pull out your new clothes and place them on the sink and look at the shower.

You do not know how this one works…

You let out a little cry and walk back out of the bathroom and onto the front porch. “Hey!” You shout at the three of them. “I need help!”

“Showering?” They all say in unison.

“No!” You stomp your foot, “I need help starting it…” You feel stupid.

“Oh,” Toby walks up to the porch and right past you, towards the bathroom. He easily starts it and leaves. He says nothing else. You want to die. You close and lock the door.

“This is going to suck…” You begin to unwrap your feet. You don’t even know what sucks more. Your situation or the way your feet are going to burn in that water.

When you get in, you decide in the moment, it’s definitely your feet.

[polkadotpenguin16]

The Five Stages of Grief: Depression

A/N: Thank you to everyone for your patience in waiting for me to finish this chapter! Getting myself to write has felt like pulling teeth as of late. But we’re here! And we’re almost done!! Let’s get angsty…

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader

Tags: you read the title, right?

Word count: 2,410

Previous parts: Prologue | Denial | Anger | Bargaining

Also posted on AO3.

You and your friend were lounging on the couch, devouring a carton of chocolate chip mint ice cream, while watching what felt like an endless Lord of the Rings marathon. “I don’t remember this being so long,” you mused as you licked chocolate bits off your fingers.

“That’s cuz it’s the extended edition,” she replied with her mouth full of ice cream. “It’s the only way to watch it. You want to feel like you’re walking to Mordor in real-time.”

You smirked and shook your head at her logic. This was nice. Getting lost in Middle Earth was a welcomed distraction from inner turmoil.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Your friend shifted herself on the couch to look at you. “When are we gonna get your stuff?”

You looked at her confused. “My stuff?”

“Yeah, from your apartment? You can stay as long as you like. Just wanna know if we need to rent a truck or something.”

“Um…” You hadn’t thought about what exactly your next steps were. If you and Sonny were over, that meant moving out of the apartment. It meant packing up the pieces of your old life, the one you’d built with Sonny, and moving on. And that was terrifying.

“Hey, hey, no pressure here!” She reassured you as she saw the panicked look on your face. “We don’t need to plan anything tonight. Let’s just watch the movie. I think Aragorn is gonna do something badass in a minute, anyway.”

It was late when you finished all the movies. Your friend went to bed, but you couldn’t sleep. The gravity of your situation was weighing heavily on your chest. It was truly over. You believed only a day ago that this was what you wanted. 

This was what was best for you and Sonny. 

You had thought you would both move on to better things—people better suited for each other. And Sonny probably would. But you realized that you didn’t want better.

You just wanted Sonny.

You missed him. A lot. Missed his laugh, his smile, the way his brows scrunched together when he was concentrating. You missed laying your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. And all those times Sonny was working until 3 in the morning or disappearing to help Amanda, you had missed him. And you never let him know. “It’s fine” was what you always said. But it wasn’t fine. You missed him, needed him, wanted him, and you never told him.

“What have I done?” You were curled up in a ball on the floor. Your cheeks felt cold from the tears streaming down them. There was no coming back from this. You walked out that night. You ignored him. You said some unforgivable things. You ruined everything.

Spiraling into a black hole of despair, you felt hopeless. You resigned yourself to the darkness, hoping it would engulf you. Your heart ached in your chest. What hurt more than knowing it was over, was thinking of how much pain you caused Sonny. Beyond leaving that night, you turned down every attempt he made to reconcile. He was trying. All you’d wanted for so long was for him to try, to choose you. And when he did? You practically slapped him in the face with it. He deserved better than that.

But what could you do? The damage was done. Sonny wasn’t going to reach out to you again. Not after what you said. He was done trying.

Perhaps now was your turn to start.

You could reach out to him. But what would you say? What do you even tell someone after you broke their heart? You grabbed your phone and started composing a text. Your hands shook as you typed and retyped the message. You weren’t going to get all your thoughts into one text. The right thing to do would be to tell him in person. Maybe he’d give you the grace you so rudely denied him.

Hi. I’d really like to talk to you if you’re willing to listen. But I’d understand if you aren’t. Would you meet me at Prospect Park on Saturday?

After several minutes of working up your nerve, you hit send and put your phone down. You waited anxiously, silently praying he would reply. The suspense was killing you. You imagined this was how Sonny felt when you ignored him, and that made you hate yourself even more.

You don’t know how long you sat in the dark when you heard your phone ping. You couldn’t breathe as you picked it up and saw a new message.

3pm work for you?

You let out your breath and immediately replied.

Yes, I’ll be there. Thank you.

He’d accepted your olive branch. Maybe there was still a chance for the two of you. Even if there wasn’t, at least you would be able to apologize face to face. He deserved that. Whatever the outcome of Saturday, you had the chance to make things right.

It was nearing 10 o’clock, and Sonny and Amanda were the last ones at the station. Once he finished writing this report, he could finally leave. But he’d been stuck rewriting his last paragraph at least a dozen times. He was distracted thinking about you. By some miracle of God, you reached out and said you wanted to meet. About what you didn’t mention, but you were ready to talk to him. That was more than he’d ever expected.

But he didn’t want to get his hopes up. Maybe you just wanted to coordinate moving out, transferring the lease, and such. There was still a big chance you were over forever, and it emotionally destroyed him. Coming to grips with losing the love of his life had been incredibly depressing. You’d been the glue keeping him from coming apart at the seams. The thought of going through his life without you in it was incredibly painful, but nonetheless, a truth he was facing. However, he couldn’t help the optimist in him from thinking there was the tiniest sliver of hope that things could all work out. But the ball was in your court now. He’d apologized and tried his best to fix things. It was up to you now on how you both moved forward.

Sonny heard Rollins sigh from her desk in relief. “That’s it, I’m calling it a night. And so should you.” She got up and put on her jacket. “You know, I could use some help painting my apartment. It might cheer you up. I’ll even splurge and order wings with the pizza.”

“Sorry, not this weekend,” he replied, still staring at his laptop, trying to get his thoughts into his report so he could be done for the day, too.

She was surprised by his answer. He was never one to turn her down. “Really? You got something funner to do than manual labor and eating mediocre food with your friend?” She remarked sarcastically.

“No, um…I’m going to talk with my girlfriend on Saturday.”

She looked at him perplexed. “What’s there to talk about? I think she was loud and clear on what she thought of you.”

“She reached out to me, Rollins. I just want to hear her out.”

“Seriously? What could she possibly have to say for herself? Have some self-respect.”

Sonny shook his head and went back to typing. He wasn’t in the mood to bicker. He’d had enough arguing to last him a lifetime.

Undeterred, Rollins walked towards his desk and leaned down to look at him at eye level. “Listen, dating a detective…it’s not for everyone. It means missed birthdays and canceled dates. A lot is expected of us, and we sometimes miss out on things. She’s shown you she can’t cut it.”

“Well, maybe I can’t either.” Sonny sat back in his chair and slapped his thighs. He’d been having doubts about his career for a while. The pressure and horrors he faced were starting to get to him. He wasn’t sure if he had it in him to continue this path.

“What do you mean? Of course you can. You do it every day.” She was taken aback by his comment. She hadn’t noticed how disillusioned he’d become in the past several months.

“I don’t wanna be like those old timers who wind up bitter and alone. There’s gotta be more to life than…this.”

“Come on, you don’t mean that.” She came up to him and patted his shoulder. “This is our lives. It’s what we do. And you’re not gonna be alone, we’re partners.”

“You’re telling me you’ve never thought about calling it quits?” She huffed at his ridiculous question. “No, really. Day in and day out, dealing with the worst of the worst, you’ve never wanted a change?”

“You’re a cop, Carisi. It’s in your blood. What else would you be doing?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I could…” He took a second to ponder the possibilities. “I could be a consultant and sit on my ass all day getting fat and rich. Or become one of those hipster photographers who drives around the country taking pictures and living in a van. Hell, I could move to the DA’s office! Now that would be a change.” Sonny laughed at the thought. He’d played around with the idea of using his law degree, but never seriously given it any weight. Maybe this was his sign to start.

“Wait a sec…” She analyzed his face trying to decipher if he was genuinely considering this. “You can’t be serious.”

“Well, maybe. My law degree’s been gathering dust. Might be nice to get some use out of it. You know, a fresh start.”

Rollins’ demeanor changed. Her body tensed and her face became serious. “So, you would just throw away everything you’ve worked for? And for what? To make your girlfriend feel better about herself?” Her speech sped up as she tried to get all her thoughts out.

“Hey, leave her out of this.” He said defensively but calmly. “If I decide to go, it would be for me.”

“That’s not you, Carisi. The stuffy lawyers, the politics? You’d hate it there!”

“I haven’t even done anything! What are you getting so upset about?” Sonny couldn’t gauge what was getting her so upset. “I’m just talking about trying to make a better life for myself. Thought you’d want that for me.”

She looked at him like he had three heads. Her cheeks flushed red, and her jaw clenched tightly. “Be happy about you leaving? How stupid are you?”

Sonny stared at her in disbelief. He was completely perplexed on how this conversation turned from confiding in his friend to having his character bashed.

“And what about all of us here?” She gestured to the empty desks of the detectives who’d already gone home. “You would just—you’d pack up your stuff and ditch us? You said you were my partner, and you—you’re gonna walk out on me?” Rollins was becoming irate, stumbling over her words.

“You’re acting like I’m moving to the other side of the world!” He was at the end of his tether. His whole life, he’d been living for others. The never-ending pressure of having to be everything for everyone was too high. He couldn’t seem to do right by anybody. So why did he even try? “There’ll be other detectives. You’d be just fine.”

“No, I need you, Sonny! I need you here beside me!”

The room went deathly silent. It was finally clear to Sonny what she’d been trying to say. After all this time, this was how she really felt?

“When did that change, Amanda?” He asked, his voice no louder than a whisper. Hazy memories of a trip to West Virginia and long forgotten heartache were returning to him.

“Don’t tell me you never felt anything between us.” She stared down at her shoes, unable to look him in the eye just yet.

“Not since you made it clear there wasn’t.”

“I was…not in a good place back then,” she tried to explain. She finally looked up to meet his gaze, needing him to understand her reasoning in her eyes.  “I knew you were looking for something serious and committed, and I wasn’t ready for that.”

“So you thought you could string me along until you were?” Sonny shot up from his chair and crossed his arms. He could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth. His whole world felt turned upside down. He thought she was his friend who cared about him. He wasn’t sure what he believed anymore.

“Oh, please, you weren’t strung along,” she scoffed at his suggestion. “You’re telling me you weren’t happy to help me out? Hang out with my kids? I never asked you to do any of that—”

“No, you just expected it,” he snapped back. The voices of you and Bella echoed in his ears. “I wanted to help you, Amanda, to try to make your life a little easier. I did those things because I thought—”

“Anyone could see you were way more invested in your relationship with me than with your own girlfriend,” she sharply pointed out, her words cutting deeply into his heart. “We’re practically a family already, Carisi.”

Sonny stood there defeated. How could he have not seen all this? “You were my best friend…” he said breathlessly. Any fight left in him had evaporated. “Guess I was mistaken.” He closed his laptop and started collecting his things.

“Sonny, if you would just hear me out—”

“No, I’ve heard enough of this.” He put on his coat and made his way out. “It’s late, I’m going home.”

“Would you stop?!” She exclaimed in frustration, trying to get his attention. “You’re gonna give up your career, your life, for some girl who doesn’t even appreciate you? I would never make you do that, Sonny—”

But he was already walking out the door. He felt empty inside. He had already lost his love, and now this betrayal from someone he had once called his best friend was more than he could handle. All that he’d done for Amanda was still somehow not enough. He needed to start thinking about himself. He wasn’t sure of what his future would look like, whether you would be in it or not. Bella was right. 

He’d have to hope for brighter days ahead.

[theultimatenonbinarynerd]

Eurylochus Reincarntes As Hadestown Orpheus Concept Au

Introduction

So I know nothing about Hadestown but thinking about the parallels between Eurylochus and Orpheus got me thinking about an au where after Thunderbringer, Persephone takes pity on Eurylochus feeling how anguished his soul is and decides to give him a second chance to ensure he isn't lost in the river styx forever. She also gives Eurylochus the gift of song and he reincarnates into Orpheus from Hadestown. So we in a sense get Jordan Fisher as Eurylochus lol. Also making it angstier I'm having the idea of playing with Ctimene being reincarnted as Eurdice meaning Eurylochus failed to keep Ctimene in his arms twice.

Yep I got so comfortable comparing Eurylochus and Orpheus parallels that I want to make them the same person. So Eurylochus gets to trade his giant ass sword for a guitar.

Basic concept is as Orpheus keeps returning to the Underworld he keeps bumping into people that knew him as Eurylochus on the way to Hadestown. He encounters Odysseus who helps him and warns that he should make sure his journey doesn't end up like it did the first time. Polites gives him advice on how to win over Persephone and Anticlea appears as a bodyguard protecting the now Hadestown. Worse Odysseus, Anticlea and Polites remember Orpheus but Orpheus has no memory of them. You could play with that concept and have Eurdice being confused and angry Odysseus tried to help Orpheus.

Orpheus ignores Odysseus's warnings as well as Hades and turns back. Odysseus looks after Eurdice and you can either have Ctimene apologising to Eurdice saying she loved the wrong man or Odysseus apologising for failing his sister again. Eurdice gets a promotion and Ody bargains that Hades will let Eurdice be a bodyguard until Orpheus passes on.

Eurylochus got a second chance but repeated all the same mistakes and let doubt creep in. He failed Ctimene by doubting Odysseus and this time fails Eurdice by ignoring Hades's warning.

Persephone reincarnted Eurylochus so he may get into Elysium but that doesn't mean his life is tragedy free. Orpheus/Eurylochus is always cursed to have his loved ones die and his luck run out. To make it up to Eurdice, Orpheus becomes a healer and travels around with his songs with the purpose of healing young souls and comforting souls on the verge of death.

So that's basically the au concept we are working with. I'm going to share Orpheus's Pov and then I'll share Odysseus's Pov.

Please be aware I'm dyslexic and this is not beta read.

A Returning Visitor

Orpheus's Pov

Orpheus followed Hermes instructions, kept his head down and tried to be unnoticeable. Unfortunately it seemed he didn't keep his head down as well as he thought as an odly familiar voice called his name.

"Eurylochus!"

That wasn't his name. It had never been his name. Yet still Orpheus paused. He turned to find a man roughly his height accept his clothes looked more old fashioned. The mans brown eyes haunted him and it scared him.

"I hope you find this Eurylochus eventually but I'm not him. I'm Orpheus." He said introducing himself.

"Odysseus of Ithaca." The man responded in return.

Something about that name left a flury of emotions in his mind. Love, hate, guilt, pain, joy and sadness. It confused him but he knew that at the moment Eurdice was his priority.

"Nice to meet you Odysseus, I don't suppose you could help me? I'm looking for someone."

"Who?" Odysseus asked.

"Eurdice. She's my everything and Hermes told me she ended up down here. I have to save her."

Odysseus's sympathetic face suprised him. Maybe Hermes was wrong, maybe not everything was out to get him.

"I can't come with you Orpheus but keep straight on the path without stopping and you'll find Lord Hades. Be warned though Lord Hades doesn't let souls go easily." Odysseus replied honestly.

"How do you know?" Orpheus asked.

"Cos I had to sacrifice an afterlife with Penelope in order to save my crew." He explained.

Disbelief. Again Orpheus didn't understand why the man was making him feel so many complicated things.

"I'll keep that in mind." Orpheus lied.

"Please do my friend. Don't let your luck run out." Odysseus pleaded sorrowfully.

Odysseus starred at him in a way that screamed familiarity. It confused Orpheus and worried him.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"No you just remind of someone." Odysseus explained.

"Who?"

"An old friend. You have his spirit, Eurylochus cared for his friends and family deeply as you do Eurdice. I let him down."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Orpheus apologised. He didn't understand why but knew it was the right thing to do.

"It's fine, it's in the past now but Eurdice isn't. What ever you do, promise me you won't give up or look back." Odysseus pleaded.

"I promise." Orpheus said.

He gave Odysseus one last look before returning on his walk through the Underworld. Odysseus's last words shook him though.

"And Orpheus." He said.

"Yeah."

"Don't forget how dangerous the God's are." Odysseus warned.

With that Orpheus continued to walk forward taking Odysseus's heart in mind. Unlike Odysseus he vowed that he wouldn't let Eurdice down.

Odysseus Pov

Odysseus's heart sunk when he saw him here again. It had to be him. Eurylochus, his old friend and brother that he had betrayed. He may now have thick black curly hair and a guitar in place of his sword but it was still him. Odysseus couldn't stop himself as he called out to him.

"Eurylochus!"

The man froze. It gave Odysseus hope but then the hope quickly died when he saw his friends confusion. Eurylochus was a new man now, a new man he didn't have to crane his neck to look up at. The mans gaze looked like a distant memory and it hurt him so much.

"I hope you find this Eurylochus eventually but I'm not him. I'm Orpheus." The new man replied introducing himself.

Orpheus! The named suited Eurylochus more then anything and it made Odysseus proud. Trying not to embass himself, he did his best to reintroduce himself to his friend.

"Odysseus Of Ithaca." Odysseus replied, reintroducing himself.

"Nice to meet you Odysseus, I don't suppose you could help me? I'm looking for someone." Orpheus said

Odysseus tried to supress a sigh at that. After all they'd once been through of course Orpheus would be here recklessly trailing The Underworld for someone.

"Who?" Odysseus asked.

"Eurdice. She's my everything and Hermes told me she ended up down here. I have to save her." Orpheus explained.

Odysseus stared at his friend sympathetically. He smiles thinking about his sister Ctimene, who would be proud Eury-Orpheus is willing to sacrifice everything for his love. He then thinks about Penelope who he sacrificed everything for and abandoned in the afterlife. His heart aches.

"I can't come with you Orpheus but keep straight ahead on the path without stopping and soon you'll find Lord Hades. Be warned though Lord Hades doesn't let souls go easily." Odysseus warned.

"How do you know?" Orpheus asked.

He knows if Orpheus still remembered everything, he would be speechless over what he was about to confess. Eurylochus had died thinking Odysseus did not care about him.

Conclusion

So I have so many other Epic Au concepts I wanted to share but this one was one I definitely wanted to show off. I promise if I fully flesh out this au I will listen to Hadestown and do my proper research. I am studying Ovids Metamorphosis but definitely Hadestown is on the list to check out.

Honestly I did not think comparing Eurylochus and Orpheus would send me down this hole but here we are. I now have two aus where a God just reincarnates Eurylochus right after he had a traumatic death.

My asks are open if you are interested in me further fleshing this concept. It's a concept for now as i want to see how you Winions and Hadestown fans react.

Until next time.

-Melody-

They/Them

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Midnight Rain Ch. 3

Rich Mans World Series | Man After Midnight Series | Chapter 2 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

“It’s nice to meet you Steve,” you shook his hand before furrowing your brows. “Steve Rogers….I know that name….did you grow up around here?” you asked before smiling. “Im Y/N Y/L/N ...oh well Y/N Evans now…um, well….” you held a confused face before smiling. “It's complicated…” he grinned and nodded. “I did, I know your father, we actually grew up together, well kinda, I mean when we were younger we played together.” he smiled. You laughed a little, “Yeah, that's right you were scrawny,” he chuckled and nodded, a tint of red covering his cheeks, “sounds like I made an impression on you then.” You smiled and nodded, “You were pretty nice, how's life been treating you?” you asked as he shrugged, “alright, I uh, broke up with my girlfriend about a year ago, moved back here to start over in a more comfortable setting.” you nodded as he reached into his pocket. “You should call me sometime, we could go get coffee together, catch up,” he handed you a card. 

You gently took it, before you could even realize what you were doing or saying you nodded, “Yeah, that sounds great actually.” you smiled softly as he grinned. “Great! Hey, I gotta head out but I’ll talk to you soon yeah?” you nodded “yeah, it was great seeing you,” you smiled as he leant down and pecked your cheek before winking at you and walking away. You watched him go, staring over every inch of him. “What the fuck was that?” Brooke asked, causing you to jump and look at her. “Brooke, Jesus you scared me…” you said, taking a breath before she started in. “So this morning, you’re cuddled up in bed with your husband and now this afternoon you’re getting kissed by men in a store?!” You glared at her. “I grew up with Steve, he’s an old friend.” you walked up tossing your basket into her cart, “and lets not forget what my “husband” did to me. Had he not been out screwing anything with two legs and a pussy, maybe my baby wouldn’t have died because my husband would have been there to protect me and her.” you glared at Brooke, something in you this morning had just...clicked back in place. Maybe it was Chris, maybe it was seeing him treating you so delicately, you didn’t know, but that mourning and grieving stage was over, you’d officially moved on to the anger stage of your grief. 

See, that’s the thing about grief…there's 5 stages to it. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Everyone plays it off as if these 5 stages happen to you in some certain order. Like “oh! I’ve moved on from depression! Now I'm in acceptance.” But for you, that wasn’t the case. Your first stage was acceptance. When you woke up in the hospital you accepted what had happened to you and your baby. You knew it was some evil son of a bitch who was probably after Chris and wanted to hurt him. Your first stop would be the Irish, seeing how they wanted to ensure Chris felt some kind of pain for how Tristan was done. Your second stage was depression, you remained depressed for months and even now, you knew you were officially in the anger stage. 

You turned, walking away from her and heading out of the store toward the car, Brooke watched after you, concern filling her features. What was going on with you? This sudden change in you had her nervous, were you diving off the official deep end? 

You stood out by the car, pulling your phone out and dialing the number off Steve's card, “Hey! It’s Y/N, I was going to see if you wanted to get coffee tomorrow? If so, just either text or call me and we can set up a time.” you smiled and ended the call leaving him a voicemail. You looked around, watching people walk around the parking lot, coming and going to the store, you sighed. All you had wanted was a normal, simple life. You knew being with a mobster would never, ever, be a normal life, but you had hoped with Chris everything would be different. 

Brooke came out a few minutes later and began to load the bags into the car. You held your hand out after helping her. She looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “What?” She asked with a slight attitude. “Keys.” you said, staring at her. “What? No, this is my car!” she looked shocked you’d even asked. You however, raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, whose car is this?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. Brooke cleared her throat, “Sorry it's technically your car, but I’ve been driving it for so long now it just feels like my car, but I think you shouldn’t drive yet.” she said as you shook your head. “Sorry Brooke, I’m back, now give me my keys so we can get our asses back to work.” she stared at you nervously as she handed you the keys. 

Chris sat at the kitchen island, drinking a cup of coffee and wondering what switched in you, suddenly you were ready to get up and go to the store? Bucky had explained that since you’d come back to their apartment you hadn’t done anything regarding leaving the house. He wondered if you were feeling more like yourself since the two of you had reconnected on some level. He smiled softly, hoping to hear from you today. Maybe he’d invite you out for dinner one night this week. He’d have to see when he had a free night, he had several new clubs opening and needed to make an appearance at them. 

Chris was beginning to have some hope that, maybe one day you’d be back in his arms, living here at home with him again. You’d be allowed to properly mourn the loss of your child and he’d be there to comfort you, while also mourning himself. He didn’t understand who would have done such a horrid thing. He called Anthony and Sebastian, telling them he wanted to meet with them whenever they were free that day. He began planning a security detail to watch over you. He then wanted to start looking into each and every person that had come into contact with the two of you since you’d married him.

Chris smiled to himself, so maybe you didn’t want to get divorced after all, maybe now you two would be a family again. He would find who had hurt you, who had hurt your baby, his sweet little girl, and he would make them pay. He would remind the world of who he was, what he was capable of. He would burn the entire world to the ground if that meant you would come back to him. All he wanted was for you to come back home.

You drove around, taking calls, making stops. Brooke was texting Sebastian, telling him every move you were making. “That’s fine, I can work with that. Tell him I want to meet face to face. I dont give a shit if he’s busy! I’m trying to find out who murdered my child!” you yelled. “Now text me with the god damn details or your head is next on my fucking platter!” you hung up the phone throwing it in the backseat with anger. “Maybe we should head home now Y/N, Sebastian wants to start on dinner and plus, it was a big day! You got back to your old self, maybe a nice hot bubble bath and a glass of wine? Sounds pretty good huh? And, we can even get into work mode for tomorrow.” Brooke said as you huffed. “Relax Brooke, I’m not crazy, I’ve just realized it's time to get back to work and get this shit figured out.” you said, glancing at her. Your phone buzzed in the back seat as you headed back toward Brooke and Sebastian's place. 

Steve had texted you, telling you he was absolutely free to meet for coffee, and he wanted to meet up with you at 11am, which worked out perfect for you because you could get your life back on track. You stood in your bedroom staring at the sight before you. You began packing up boxes, labeling them as donations or keep before moving down the hallway to the door that hadn’t been opened in months. 

You opened the door, revealing the stuffy and slightly dusty light pink nursery; boxes sat unmade against the wall with packing tape and bubble wrap sitting in front of them. You looked at the dresser, the small pink urn sat in the middle. You purse your lips looking around before taking a deep breath and stepping inside, closing the door gently behind you. It was time you started healing, and this was the first step.

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Rose Gardens - Part 3 - Eris Vanserra

A/N: Here's part 3! I hope you enjoy! A massive shout-out to @swansworth for helping me plan this fic! ❤️

T/W: Mention of injury and blood - it gets angsty besties.

Part 1 & Part 2

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"YOU'VE BEEN WHAT?!" Okay, so maybe asking Cassian for help wasn't your best idea. "Be quiet!!" You hissed at him as you shoved him further into his bedroom and closed the door. "You've been writing to Eris Vanserra and you want my help to sneak you into Autumn so you can go to some festival with him? Have I got that right?" He hissed back, pulling the bun out of his hair and running a frustrated hand through it. "To sneak me to the border, not into Autumn" You corrected him sheepishly as he spun to face you. "Don't get smart." He snapped. You sighed. "Please Cassian?" Some of the rage ebbed from his eyes. "Why? Why Eris Vanserra?" You shrugged and sat on the edge of his bed. "I…I don't know, Cass." He continued to pace the room. "Rhys and Az would kill me!" You snorted. "No they won't. Not if you don't tell them! Besides, Rhys won't even notice I'm gone." He joined you and sat on his bed. "They'll kill Eris though, if they find out." You shook your head. "They won't know I'm gone! Az is too busy scouting for Hybern and Rhys is too busy with his child bride." A warning rumbled from Cassian's chest. "Feyre is not a child. She's our High Lady and you will show her the same respect you show Rhys." You held your hands up. "Please Cass, I want to live before I die in this war that's been started over Feyre." He sighed and ran his hands down his face.

"Fine." Your face lit up but he carried on before you could get ahead of yourself. "But I have conditions." You nodded. "Name them." So he did. "Eris is to guarantee your safety, from himself, from his father and brothers and whatever other dangers lurk in the Autumn Court, you are to be returned to where I drop you off by midnight, where I will wait for you and he will do it in the form of a bargain with me." You raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound like a bargain." He gave you a wolfish grin. "In exchange, I won't kill him. When Mor eventually grants Azriel and I revenge, I won't take it." You shoved his shoulder. "Those are my terms. He accepts them and makes the deal or when you inevitably sneak out on your own, I'll go straight to Rhys." You glared at him and he shrugged. "Take it or leave it."

You wrote back to Eris that evening and told him of Cassian's terms. His reply came almost immediately.

Dear Y/N,

He's smarter than I gave him credit for.

Tell him I accept his terms.

Tell me, which of the dresses did you choose and was the mask to your liking? I ask so I can dress accordingly.

Yours,

Eris.

You hadn't opened the box yet. The contents still a mystery. But Cassian had agreed. He was going to help you and you were going to see Eris again. So you finally opened the box.

Lying inside were three dresses and a mask all carefully wrapped in tissue paper. The smell of burnt sugar, cinnamon & fire wood invaded your nostrils, a smell that was so unmistakably Eris that you knew he'd wrapped them himself. You carefully unwrapped the first dress. A beautiful velvet gown of forest green. Gold thread decorated the neckline and the skirt in swirling patterns. The second was a deep red gown of silk and gossamer. There were no patterns decorating the gown but it was beautiful, timeless. The third was more practical, a cream wool dress with a roll neck and long sleeves. You couldn't help but think how nice it would look with the new boots you brought from the rainbow. Brown, knee high, leather. Comfortable, cute and practical.

The mask, the mask was something else entirely. A bronze coloured metal twisted into a beautiful deer. The antlers formed of twisted maple leaves. A deer you mused. Unassuming. You'd assumed he would've gone for a fox but it seemed he had his ways of taking you by surprise. You hurriedly wrote your response to Eris.

The full moon came quicker than you thought. You'd spent the morning training with Cassian and Azriel. The former kept shooting glances at you that you ignored. The latter still wasn't overly keen on speaking to you after your disagreement in Dawn. When they'd finally relented in your training in favor of Feyre you slunk back to your bedroom, where a note was waiting for you.

My Dearest Y/N,

I simply cannot explain how much I am looking forward to seeing you this evening. I have been counting down the days since you accepted my invitation.

I'll see you at sundown petal.

Yours,

Eris.

You grinned down at the letter and the rose petals that fell out of it when you opened it.

Sighing in contentment as you sunk down into the hot water of your bath, the aches in your muscles ebbing. You picked carefully through the selections of soaps and shampoos on the side of the bath, picking out your favorites to use. Soaking in the hot water, you allowed your mind to wonder what tonight would hold.

By the time Cassian knocked on your door that afternoon you were grinning at your reflection in the mirror. "You look beautiful, Y/N." He smiled down at you and you back up at him. You'd chosen the wool dress and knee high boots. Your hair cascaded down your back in gentle curls. A soft pink blush had been added to your cheeks along with a nude lipstick. You hadn't bothered with eyeshadow or khol due to the mask you'd be wearing. "Are you really sure about this?" Cassian questioned, he knew the answer from the smile on your face. "Yes Cass, I'm sure." He nodded once. "Let's go then, everyone else is down at the town house."

Cassian landed on the border a short time later. A fire had been set up, along with a basket of wine, cheese, bread and dried meats. You grinned up at him. "Looks like you've got an admirer." You teased the general. "I wouldn't go that far." A voice purred from behind you. Cassian tensed as your face split into an ear to ear grin. "Eris." You breathed as you turned around to face him. You suddenly understood why he'd asked which dress you'd chosen. There he was in a cream wool jumper that matched your dress and a pair of dark trousers. Hunting boots on his feet as was Eris' usual style. His red hair hung unbound as it was the last time you saw him and his mask was also of a deer. His antlers were bigger and you made note to make a joke about it later when Cassian wasn't around to hear it.

"Vanserra." Was Cassian's only greeting to the Lordling. "Cassian." Eris greeted him back. "Thank you for doing this Lord of Bloodshed." Cassian crossed his arms across his chest. "I'm not happy about it." He huffed. "You know my terms? She's to be back here by midnight. She's to be back here at the first sign of danger. You are to guarantee her safety from yourself, your brothers and your father and whatever other dangers lurk in this court. In exchange, when Mor gives Azriel and I permission to make you pay for what you did to her, I won't harm you. You'll die, but not by my hand." Eris nodded once. "I accept your terms." Cassian held his hand out to Eris who took it in his own and shook.

Cassian turned you to face him. "Have fun. Be safe. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, you come running straight back here." You rolled your eyes at him. "Yes dad." Cassian's lips didn't so much as twitch at your joke. "I'll be okay, Cass. You trained me, remember?" He nodded and looked at Eris over your head. "You remember that too. I trained her." You stood on your tiptoes and placed a kiss on Cassian's cheek. "Thank you for this. I know you hate it." He met your eyes and whatever he saw there must've given him some comfort that you'd be okay. "Go." Was all he said as he pushed you gently towards Eris' waiting hand.

Eris had pulled you to him and winnowed you a short distance away from Cassian. If winnowing with Rhys was darkness incarnate, then winnowing with Eris was like walking through the fires of hell itself. Not one flame touched you, the sensation was warm and comforting. "You look resplendent." Eris told you when you found your feet and you grinned at him. "Thank you, for the dresses and the mask. I'll return the other gowns." He shook his head. "The gowns are yours to keep, petal." You took his hand in yours. "I'll wear them to Starfall and to Court meetings, see if I can make that vein in Rhys' forehead pop." He laughed, his genuine laugh. "I've been trying to do that for centuries!"

The Lordling led you into a clearing decorated with tents, little balls of Fae light hung in the trees giving a soft glow. A huge bonfire was placed in the middle of the clearing. Fae were throwing pieces of glowing parchment into the bonfire and watching them burn into embers before they floated to the skies. Others were dancing around it. "What are they doing?" You breathed. "Wishes." Was all Eris said.

The tents around the clearing were filled with an assortment of things, spiced cider, hot chocolates, roasted meats, bread, toffee apples. "Do you like it?" Eris spoke softly into your ear. "It's amazing." He gripped your hand a bit tighter. "Would you like a drink, my lady?" You snorted at him. "Stop calling me that!" He smirked. "Never! Now a drink?" You rolled your eyes. "The spiced cider smells incredible." He pulled you towards the tent. "It is, it's my favourite." Eris handed you a cup of the warm spiced cider.

Eris proceeded to pull you around the festival, making sure you'd tried everything on offer, never once did he let go of your hand. When the two of you stood to watch performances or in queues for treats he stood behind you, his front pressed to your back, his arms wrapped around your middle. You were ever thankful for the mask you wore and that it covered the blush that was constantly on your cheeks. The two of you had taken a seat under a big oak tree, drinking hot chocolates and eating the caramels you'd begged him to get from a stall run by some of the children of the court. Your feet sore from dancing with Eris for what felt like hours. Every nerve ending in your body was on fire from how close he'd been, how your body fitted against his like it was made to do so. Your cheeks flamed again at the thought.

You were giggling at some witty comment he'd made, curled into his side, his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer when a shadow fell over the two of you, blocking out the Fae lights. "Hello brother." The voice purred. One of his brothers. "Fathers been looking for you, The Hunt starts soon." Eris tensed, his spine straightening as he leveled his brother with a gaze. "I'm busy, Hawk." Hawk scoffed. "You and I both know you don't refuse Father. But it seems you've already found your chosen maiden for the night." He said with a vicious purr, one that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You felt sick as Eris' brother roved his eyes up and down your body like you were some kind of prey. "That is, if you get to her first, brother." Hawk smirked at his older brother, desperately trying to get some kind of rise out of him. "I said, I'm busy, Hawk." Eris' tone had changed, he was back to the cocky, arrogant Lord that the rest of the world knew and feared. His brother held his hands up. "I'm going, I'm going, I'll see you real soon darlin'." He winked at you as he turned and left.

Eris said nothing as he watched his brother disappear into the crowd. He didn't move as he took in his surroundings looking for any other members of his family. "Stupid, stupid." He was muttering to himself. You reached out and touched his shoulder. "Eris?" He flinched slightly at your touch. "You need to go." Was all he said. "What? Why? We have until midnight!" You protested. Eris stood and pulled you up with him. "It's not safe for you here, I never should've brought you here." He breathed as he started pulling you through the trees, back towards Cassian.

You pulled your hand out of his grip just before you reached where Cassian was waiting and stopped. He spun to face you, pulling the mask off of his face as he did so. "Y/N, please!" You took your own mask off. "Not until you tell me what's got you so spooked." You said calmly as you crossed your arms. "And while you're at it you can tell me what The Hunt is." You added. Eris ran a hand through his hair and you tracked the movement. "The Hunt is a ritual that's part of the Festival, the females run and the males hunt them. Once caught they claim each other. It's how we give the magic back, as the heir I'm always expected to start The Hunt but I wasn't going to this year, I was going to show you other parts of the court while it happened, have you far away from it. But then Hawk saw you with me and it all became so much more complicated." You tried, you really did try to stop the laugh that was bubbling in your chest but it escaped anyway. You clasped your hands on your knees as you continued to laugh. "You…you invited me to some kind of magical orgy?" You gasped out. "It's not funny, Y/N! It's not safe for you here, not now Hawk has seen you!" You calmed yourself and straightened. He was reaching for your hand again to keep you moving through the woods but you ignored it. You walked right into him and placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. A move that took him by surprise. "You stupid, overprotective male." You giggled your mouth brushing his again as you spoke. He seemed to fight with himself for half a second before his right arm wrapped around your waist, the left curling into your hair as he slammed his lips onto yours. "Have to keep you safe." He murmured between kisses. You separated and you were sure your face was the colour of his hair. "Now please let me take you back to Cassian." You nodded and took his hand.

Something was off with Cassian, you could see it in his body language when you approached him. Before you could open your mouth to ask him what was wrong, shadows shot towards Eris, wrapping around his neck, his wrists, his middle and they slammed him to the floor and Az was on him. "Azriel!" You gasped as Eris' hand was ripped from yours. "Get off him!" You took a step towards the males before a hand caught your wrist and you were enveloped in darkness. When the light returned you were in Cassian's arms. Rhys was leaning against a tree, Azriel was delivering punch after punch to Eris. "What do we have here then?" Rhys purred. He nodded at Az who pulled Eris to his feet, one of his arms wrapped around his neck, the other holding Truth Teller to his ribs, positioned to be a straight shot to Eris' heart.

"I thought I told you to stay away from him, Y/N?" Rhys asked, pushing himself off of the tree. "Then you get Cassian to lie for you and sneak you here?" You didn't answer him, trying hard to fight the tears in your eyes. Rhys nodded at Azriel again and Eris hissed as Truth Teller pushed into his ribs, puncturing the skin. You tried to force down the bile that rose in your throat at the smell of his blood. "Is this to get back at me? For choosing Feyre?" Eris' eyes widened. "What?" He choked out. "Oh yes." Rhys purred. "Has she not told you everything?" He pointed his question at Eris. "Rhys, don't!" You fought against Cassian's grip on you. "She's not what she seems, Eris. You weren't her first choice of High Lord." Rhys continued. "Did she tell you she's a witch?" Eris flinched at the word. Witches weren't something that was openly accepted in Prythian. "She loved me long before she met you, because of the power I have, it makes hers stronger. Just like yours would." Something like betrayal flashed through Eris' eyes and his face gave away everything he was feeling, Rhys had crushed him. You had crushed him. Rhys nodded again and Azriel twisted Truth Teller in his side. "Please!" You sobbed. "You're being used, Eris." Rhys continued. "You've also been working beyond what we've negotiated." Rhys purred at him, a talon scraping down Eris' face, splitting the skin as it went. "That's not something I can let go."

"I'll never see him again!" You thrashed against Cassian. Eris was a mess of cuts, bruises and blood. "Rhys please don't kill him! I'll never see him again, I swear it!" Rhys ignored you. "Azzie, please." Azriel faltered at his childhood nickname, the broken tone of your voice. Rhys turned then and looked at you. "You swear it? Never again?" You nodded. "Never." Rhys hummed. "I will kill him, Y/N." You pushed against Cassian again, he let you go this time and you fell to your knees in front of Rhys. "I swear it, Rhys."

Rhys looked over his shoulder at Azriel and nodded. Azriel let Eris go and he slumped to the ground in front of you. His eyes looked broken, betrayed. You reached a glowing palm towards him and he flinched. "Don't.Touch.Me.Witch" He gritted out. You in turn flinched at his tone, so full of venom and hatred. You felt your heart crack and fizzle into nothing. You hadn't even realised until that moment that you'd been giving pieces of it to Eris Vanserra. Rhys placed his hand on your shoulder and winnowed.

You were on your knees in the dining room in the House of Wind. Feyre and Mor were looking down at you with disdain as you sobbed. Rhys poured himself a drink as Azriel and Cassian walked through the balcony door. "You've ruined everything!" You sobbed. It was Nesta who wrapped her arms around you as you cried. "Come now girl, let's have some tea. It won't seem so bad in the morning." Amren ordered as Nesta pulled you to your feet. You didn't so much look at the others as you followed them out of the room.

Amren had been wrong. It seemed worse in the morning. You didn't go to training. You didn't leave your room or your bed. Crying to yourself, still in the dress you'd worn last night. It still faintly smelt like Eris which cracked your heart even more. You'd written to him, or you'd tried too. The paper never leaving your palm when you thought of him like it used to.

The following week was much the same. Cassian tried to speak to you everyday, to explain. Rhys had began screaming in his head and eventually he had no choice but to tell him where you both were. Azriel had arrived first and it had taken all Cassian had to stop the Shadowsinger from marching straight into Autumn to get you back. Nesta had walked straight into your room on the third day and run you bath. Once she'd coaxed you into it she washed your hair and brushed it out. You'd lost it again when you returned to your room with her and the dress was gone, along with the other two. Power had exploded out of you in a darkness that could've envied Rhysand's. "You tricked me!" You sobbed at Nesta. "Y/N, I didn't! I'll get you the dresses back!" Feyre had burst in then, Rhys on her heels and ordered her sister out and told her not to come back. She leveled you with a glare as she followed Nesta out the room. Rhys stayed.

"Are you really doing this to yourself, Y/N?" He asked, arms crossed. You didn't answer him, nor did you meet his eyes. "You haven't left your room in three days, you haven't eaten or slept. You haven't talked to anyone. Not even Azriel." You scoffed at him. "Are you really going to destroy yourself over this?" Your head snapped up to him. "Don't worry, Rhysand. I'll still fight in your war over Feyre." He bristled at your comment. "You're one to talk about destroying yourself though aren't you? A bit hypocritical. You're many things, Rhysand, but not a hypocrite." He uncrossed his arms. "I'm Rhysand now?" "You're lucky I'm speaking to you at all!" You snapped back. "You want to fight Y/N? Do you want to scream and shout at me? Throw your powers at me? Will that make you feel better?" You let out a humourless laugh. "You aren't worth my time anymore, Rhysand." Darkness crept into the edges of the room. "Even so, I am still your High Lord and you will respect me as such or you can find somewhere else to live." He growled in his most commanding voice. You glared at him as a shadow wound its way around your ankle. Keeping you planted where you were. "Fine. Done. I'll be gone by dinner." Rhys' face blanched for half a second before the uncaring face of the High Lord returned. "I'll see you on the battlefield then, Y/N. Find somewhere else to live but you swore and Autumn won't take you now. I'm sure your undelivered notes told you that." The shadow on your ankle tightened. "Get.Out." You gritted out through your teeth. Rhys turned on his heel and left.

To your surprise it wasn't Azriel that entered your room next. It was Mor. "Why?" Was all she asked quietly. "He makes me feel seen." Was your quiet reply. She hummed. "I know what he did to you, Mor. What you've told me. If I could change it, I would. If I could make it better I would." She wiped a tear off of your face with her thumb. "I can't get him out of my head, my soul. I should hate him for what he did to you but I can't." She held you as you cried. "I've lost everyone, including him." She ran a hand through your hair. "I'm sure you haven't." She tried to comfort you. "Rhys told him I was a witch, that I was using him for his power. Azriel hates me-." She cut you off. "Azriel does not hate you! Azriel hasn't come to see you because he thinks you hate him. For what he did to Eris." You sniffled and then admitted what you hadn't even admitted to yourself. "I felt it, Mor, everything they did to him, I felt it."

[turn3tifosi]

Okay request for arvid

So no one at prema knows he has a gf and at prema but he's forgotten something so his gf has to come drop it and at first everyone thinks it's his sister or smth and one of then asks for her no. And she starts laughing and is like "Wow you really asked for my no. In front of my bf"

can’t blame a guy for trying

arvid lindblad x secret gf!reader

Author's note: I hope you like it. I did change the request up a bit (just a bit) but the essence is there i swear. Thanks for the request!!

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“So I might have forgotten my iPad at home. And my parents have already left. I know you were planning on coming to the circuit later, but could you please come as soon as possible, I think I’ll actually get murdered by Rene, the way he’s glaring into my head,” Arvid’s voice crackled through the early morning haze, breaking into your peaceful sleep.

You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but you hated the idea of having to leave your warm bed so early. Groaning dramatically, you rolled over and squinted at the clock – 7:30 AM. Way too early for a Saturday, especially when you had planned to sleep in. But Arvid’s urgent tone pricked at your conscience.

“Fine, fine,” you grumbled, rubbing your eyes. “I’ll come. But I’m taking my sweet time getting ready.”

Arvid chuckled softly. “Thank you, darling. You’re the best. And I owe you big time.”

“You owe me breakfast,” you bargained, already swinging your legs out of bed. “Something nice. And coffee.”

“Deal.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were dressed and groggily making your way to the track. Despite your sleepy protests, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement to see Arvid in his element again. F3 racing had become a big part of your life since you started dating him, and you admired his dedication and passion for the sport.

Arriving at the Prema team garage, you were greeted by curious glances from the mechanics and engineers. You were used to being around the racing scene, but today felt different – you were here on official business, not just as Arvid’s supportive (and secret) girlfriend. You spotted Arvid surrounded by his team, looking slightly frazzled but still managing to maintain his cool demeanor.

“Hey,” you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, handing over the iPad he had forgotten. “You owe me big time for this.”

Arvid grinned sheepishly, taking the iPad. “I know, I know. Breakfast, right?”

“Absolutely,” you affirmed, glancing around at the team members who were stealing curious glances at you. “And maybe something extra for rescuing you from a tech disaster.”

As you spoke, a voice piped up from nearby, “Hey Arvid, who’s the new team member?”

You turned to see Alex Powell, another young driver on the team, looking at you with a friendly smile. You chuckled inwardly, knowing exactly where this was going.

Arvid glanced at Alex, his expression slightly wary but amused.

Alex continued, “Seriously, man, is she your sister or something? She looks too relaxed to be a girlfriend.”

You raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in your eyes. “Nope, not his sister.”

Alex grinned wider, looking genuinely intrigued now. “Ah, then who might you be?”

Before Arvid could reply, you decided to play along, enjoying the teasing moment. “I’m his secret agent. Can’t reveal more than that.”

This earned a few laughs from the team, and you could see Arvid trying not to burst out laughing himself. His teammates were starting to catch on, realizing the situation was a bit more humorous than they had initially thought.

Alex persisted, undeterred. “Come on, Arvid, give me her number. Maybe she’ll let me in on the secret.”

You chuckled again, shaking your head. “Wow, you really asked for my number from my boyfriend?”

Arvid couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into laughter, earning curious glances from everyone around. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “Sorry, Alex, she’s taken.”

Alex grinned, accepting the playful rejection gracefully. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

The mechanics and engineers, who had been discreetly observing the exchange, now seemed to relax, amused by the banter. Arvid squeezed your shoulder affectionately, his earlier stress from forgetting the iPad now replaced with gratitude and amusement.

“Alright, alright,” he said to the team, still grinning widely. “Let’s get back to work. Thanks for the save, love.”

You nodded, smiling back at him. “Anytime. Now, about that breakfast…”

“Right, right,” Arvid chuckled, leading you out of the garage towards the team’s makeshift dining area. 

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General LU Headcanons Part 2

Here's part 2 of my general headcanons and how I see/write the boys! This one will have Sky Warrior and Wild!

Part 1 Part 3

Sky

Always sleep the exact amount of time needed to feel fully rested

He won't wake up before that, unless they're under attack of course

He's a really heavy sleeper and snores quite a bit

He doesn't know what to think of the fact that destroying his stuff has become kind of a habit now

Between Hyrule showing off, Wild cooking with explosives, of all things, and Time accidentally dropping his bag into a pit

He's not even upset about it, because they've all been accidents, and nothing valuable has been lost, but still

They always help him get his stuff back, but it just keeps happening for some reasons

He starts to think it's payback for Demise's curse

He loves getting lost in towns

It's a way of discovering a new place that he grew fond of, for some reason

Especially when he finds little places in towns that are clearly not visited often, it feels like he discovered a beautiful little secret

He feels special

He'll sometimes try to get or carve a little trinket to the others from places they've been to, as he's really into gift giving

He has a lot of composure when it comes to injuries, but he doesn't like the smell of it

He'll help if they need to, but he'd rather do the caregiving part than first aid

It's even worse with illnesses

He gets kind of paranoid, but at least that makes him really good at keeping a good hygiene, even in a not so clean environment

He won't be on babysitting duty if germs are involved, but he'll keep everything nice and clean to make sure no one else contracts it

Warrior

Light sleeper

He moves a lot in his sleep, and sometimes wakes himself up like that

He's one of the first one to rise up in the morning but always stays in bed late

He likes listening to the sounds of the world still peacefully asleep around him

Despite being a high graded knight, he doesn't easily trust the military

Or maybe it's because he's so high ranked that he can see how corruptible it can be

And after hearing some of the stories the other told him, he's even more on guard

He does trust his soldiers tho, and hopes his teammates will trust them too if they end up in his Hyrule

He always indulges in shenanigans when Wind is the one asking for it

Hyrule can wear him down too, but not as much

He pretends it's to keep an eye on them, but the guy loves his fun too

Very fond of old people

Will always help them carry groceries or cross a road or something

And always with a dashing smile. They reward him with candy sometimes, and he keeps it all to himself

He knows how to charm his way into getting answers from people, but he sucks at bargaining and can get scammed easily, which is why Legend comes with him whenever they need a supply run

He learned first aid during the War, and learned to improvise when he needed to, so he's the first one to start checking on everyone after a fight

He'll do a general check up on everyone, rank injuries by severity, and then get to work to tend to them

If at least two others are in good enough shape, he'll point them to where they need to help, so everyone can be taken care of before it gets too bad

Hyrule's composure and Wild's endless potion stash are his best allies in this situation

Wild

Nightmares

He swear they're more memories than nightmares

He rarely remembers them, to his endless frustration

He wakes up early most of the time, but often in a good mood

He loves making breakfast for everyone, but loves it even more when one of them joins him to help

He just likes sharing stuff he knows, so sharing knowledge about his favorite activity? Sign him up

He kind of stopped hoping he could teach anything about cooking to Hyrule tho, but he understands potion crafting at least

Wild makes most of them so they don't have to buy them

He doesn't know shit about traditional medecine tho, he runs on potions only

Very ingenious, but always in the wrong way

As in, he has a curious mind and good ideas, but it's always to do some fucked up dangerous stunt

Twilight tries to stop him most of the time, but he lost all of his authority on him the day they all learned he shot himself out of a canon on his first adventure

Wild has been on the loose since then

He often go on exploring trips on his own when they set up camp in a new place, he needs his alone time

He loves the group! But he got used to being alone for months, and sometimes being around that many people for too long can be too much

They don't mind, tho

Ironically, he hates seeing injuries, but doesn't mind scavenging monster viscera to make stronger potions

A broken finger? A deep cut? He's not looking

But butchering a bokoblin and carving out its organs with a rusty knife? Yeah why not

He wishes he had more time to craft more potions, or to go collect more materials for said potions

So he could just hand over the potions to everyone instead of holding onto wet bandages to stop the bleedings, or hold his friend down when his other friend puts bones back in place

It's gross. He's gonna focus on the potions

[imagine--if]

E. Nashton

A/N: Here you go, I promised, I hope you like it 😅💚 I think I'll do a part two of him confessing later, maybe disguising himself as The Riddler cus he's still a little shy 🥺️

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Everyone at work is the same. Quite loud and obnoxious, money-makers, party-goers, busy professionals. As professional as you can get in a city like Gotham, anyway. You just wanted to make enough money to have as easy a life as you could bargain for in this place, or maybe save up to move somewhere else. For now, though, you're stuck in the same office building, checking over the same papers sent up by the forensics accountants team downstairs.

But there's one employee down there who's just as quiet and polite as you try to be. You probably wouldn't have noticed him, just like his peers, if it wasn't for seeing his name signed in a rather odd style of handwriting at the top of a folder of pages full of numbers.

"Might be something to do with money laundering, I reckon," Zach tells you with a proud smirk, the man who sends the files up. "It's a good job we caught it, right?"

"Yeah, it's really good," you respond with a grateful smile, flipping through the pages absentmindedly. Your thumb stops under a top corner, and you study it, noticing the name. E. Nashton.

"And... this is your work?" you ask him with a slightly raised brow, Zach shrugging in answer.

"Well. No. The, uh, one of the guys did some of it, but I brought it to the team's attention and all. Obviously."

"Yeah, nice work, Zach," you agree, which does the trick, and he leaves smugly, going back downstairs and saying something to a man who seems startled when Zach thumps him a couple of times on the shoulder, in a friendly sort of way. You watch in interest, wondering if it's the E. Nashton written on these papers. Clear-framed glasses are pushed up the man's nose, and curious green eyes peer from behind them, delicate strands of sandy brown hair framing his round face. The face that looks defeated and mildly frustrated by the time Zach's left.

You frown to yourself, glancing at the work that's ordered perfectly and ready to send to your boss. No one else here puts the same level of effort into their work. Zach's probably told the poor guy that he's gotten all the credit. Maybe you could talk to him? It's just a word of encouragement from a colleague, right?

As everyone finishes their projects at the end of the day, you grab your things and head downstairs, weaving your way between people pushing at doors to get home. You only just catch the man you'd seen earlier, tapping him gingerly on the shoulder. But even that seems to surprise him, and he flinches, whirling round to face you with a wide-eyed expression. His cheeks flush when his eyes take you in properly, but you don't notice, apologising awkwardly.

"Hi- oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's alright," he breathes, scarcely blinking, and you nod slowly at the reaction.

"Um, okay, well, I just wanted to thank you for the work that went up. It was all written really clearly, and I don't think I'll have to do much before it's sent off. It's nice to see someone putting more than the bare minimum in what they do, I guess. Kind of makes my job a bit easier, too."

Edward looks at the folder in your hands, then back up at you.

"I thought... Zach said-"

"Yeah, I know he sent it up and commissioned the work, that's... great," you say, not bothering to hide the slight tone of sarcasm, and a fond smile tugs at Edward's lips in response. "But you did it. So, thanks."

"W-well... you're most welcome," Edward says happily, almost giddily, and you smile back in amusement.

"Cool. It was nice talking to you. Edward?"

He nods quickly. "Yes, I- I'm Edward."

You reply with your name and a half-smile, Edward repeating it like it's something fascinating. You observe him for a moment; a little odd, but kind of sweet. You should have spoken to him sooner.

"See you around, then."

He seems somewhat disappointed as you take a step back, your hand lingering on the doorhandle that leads outside, but says goodbye anyway with a small smile and a watchful stare. You look away first, going off in the direction of your home, the interaction replaying in your head vaguely as you let yourself into your apartment.

Nice guy. There aren't many people like that in Gotham. Maybe you could chat again soon?

And then the thought's replaced with the next thing that nags for your attention.

...

Meanwhile, a man goes mad behind his laptop.

Square pictures are pulled up onto the screen from various social media sites, and Ed can't help but smile back at your naturally happy expressions in every one. It seemed so easy for everyone to be so happy and carefree. He wasn't everyone.

But then, neither were you.

Someone noticed him. No one ever notices him. And his boss was so quick to dismiss the scheme he had bought up, practically threatening his job for poking his nose in. Zach just likes every bit of praise he can get, and he gets far too much of it. But not this time. For once, somebody praised him. You praised him.

"You're so lovely," he whispers adoringly into the solitude of his apartment, the blue-white glare of the laptop reflecting in his glasses.

A part of Edward finds himself such a creep, so disgusting and wrong and alone, especially for stalking a pretty young workmate he'd only met half an hour ago. But no one ever spoke to him unless they had to. You didn't have to. But there you were, bright eyes and sweet words, appreciating justice as much as he does, and not letting the darker cases go like any corrupt citizen would.

He'd keep watching. He'd give it, what, a week or two? Just to be sure he wasn't mistaken, though he was almost certain he wasn't. That you really were some sort of beacon that stood out to him, company he liked at work, could fantasize clearly about at home. And then...

Then what? Blurt it out to you? Scare you off? No. Too risky. He could almost hear the pity and confusion in your voice with a rejection. E. Nashton was nearly as confident and important as he wanted to be...

...but The Riddler was.

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A Little Too Much To Drink

had the idea to write another optimus fic, this was the only thing that came to mind that i could really get behind

basically gn reader gets drunk and flirts with boss bot

any continuity, probably fits more with bayverse, romantic reader

cw for alcohol, drinking, maybe anger issues LOL, emetophobia (mention), suggestive, im down bad

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Nothing like a good trip to the bar to finish off a stressful week. Between entitled customers and your boss with her head shoved way too far up her own ass, you wanted, no needed, something to take the edge off. At this point you could explode from sheer annoyance alone, ready and willing to pop anyone in the mouth who dares to tell you to do something else. A few shots ended up multiplying after the initial alcohol ruined your mental clarity, now you’re picking up you’re phone in hopes of being able to get someone to drive you home. Considering it was closing time for a bar, not many are available. However, there’s a certain contact that you’re sure will be willing to come to your rescue at 2am.

Through a couple strange encounters and an unexpected introduction to a small group of cybernetic aliens, known as the autobots, you came to know their leader. He was a respectable mech, one that always stood for what he believed in and always made sure to cary out his duties, even if that means he receives a jumbled slur of words kindly asking him for a ride. Though Optimus wasn’t super keen on human habits and traditions, he knew that there was a substance that affected its drinker the same way high grade did back on Cybertron, by the warping of your voice he knew you got a bit more than you bargained for. After assuring him you were safe, just not suitable to drive home or wanting to get into a car with a stranger, he let you know he got your coordinates and would be at your location as soon as possible.

It took him no time (or maybe it did, your sense of time was swirled just like the weird concoction in your stomach) to show up, the rumble of the Prime’s powerful engine growled outside before abruptly shutting off, moments later his holoform made its way through the doors. By the looks of it he made sure to use a more casual outfit to help blend in, while Optimus glanced around you made the best of those few seconds, watching as his shirt and jeans hugged his body. Perhaps it was the liquor in your system, maybe it was his fault for using such an attractive body. You swung your arm high above your head to flag him down, your hand drunkenly flopping in the air. He caught sight of your goofy face and made his way over towards you, narrowly avoiding other patrons and their drinks. Optimus wormed his way up beside you and let you lean against his chest, hearing you giggle and ramble about something he couldn’t exactly make out.

“Nice to see you as well, but unfortunately I didn’t quite catch that,” That deep voice of his made an appearance, proving to only worsen the warm feeling in you cheeks.

“I said, ‘who gave you the right to stroll in looking so perfect’,” Your head rolled back to allow you to see the face that made your heart skip a beat, watching as his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. He looked unsure of what to say, instead choosing to haul you up with a hand around your waist. Stumbling quite a bit, you curled yourself into his hip to try and keep steady the best you could, only for your knees to fail you.

“Won’t you be a doll and pack me out, hm? Be my knight in shining armor?” The grin on your cheeks widened a bit as you looked up at his shy expression before feeling his arms tuck under your back and knees, quite literally sweeping you off your unstable feet. You let out a surprised squeak at the movement, your state made it feel a lot more intense than it was and your hand clung to his shirt to ground yourself. Optimus waited a moment for you to adjust before he maneuvered his way out of the pub and to his alt mode. He sat you in the passenger seat comfortably, ensured you were buckled in safely, before disappearing into his cab and returning with a blanket you left in there a couple weeks ago. It enveloped you in its warmth, by the heat radiating off it one could assume he made sure to warm it up beforehand, what an angel.

The makeshift human mode fizzled out of existence as you laid your head against his window. It was peacefully quiet as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway. At some point your brain reared it’s head again, insisting that you make your move.

“Hey, Optimus,” You started, getting a small rev of his engine to let you know he’s listening, “Are you a magnet? ‘Cause I’m feelin’ attracted to you.” The bot remained quiet as a dopey snicker came out of your mouth, your hand was tracing the small details and seams on the door you rested against. He never said anything about it, continuing to drive smoothly down the road.

“You know, if I was a car, I'd need some coolant, because you've got my engine overheating.” Regardless of how ridiculous you sounded, your foggy brain betrayed you by filling your veins with confidence, not allowing you to hear how cheesy your little attempts at flirting are. Optimus stayed silent, simply letting you to get it out of your system.

“Mm, you’re so pretty, you know that..?” The music that’s been playing in the background suddenly became staticky and broken before evening back out, by the sounds of it you took the poor mech off guard. Another giggle slipped out of your lips before you moved and kissed the part of the door your cheek rested against.

“‘Nd so strong too, such a strong bot,” you sighed a bit, clearly just rambling off the top of your head, “You take such good care of me and the others, always making sure to treat me right.” Pressing another small kiss to his door, you sat there for a moment to reel yourself back in.

“…I believe that you had a little too much to drink.” That lovely voice of his echoed out of the speakers and entered your ears, only encouraging you to push further.

“Alcohol doesn’t change how someone feels, sweetheart. Just makes ‘em a little more open, no harm in that.” Your little petname for him slipped out without you even noticing, with your intoxication it wasn’t exactly easy to keep your mouth shut, instead opting to try and play with the leader.

“Personally, I feel that your little nickname is a result of what you drank tonight.” Raising up and pivoting in your seat, you leaned your head against your hand.

“What about a different one then? How’s Doll sound? Maybe Sunshine? Oo, what if i call you Darling, would you like that one better?” Anyone would be able to hear the teasing in your voice, be able to tell that you were doing your best to do the cybertronian equivalent of getting someone hot under the collar. It was silent for a moment, enough to make you worry you went too far, before Optimus broke the silence.

“…Feel free to use what you feel fit, it is your call.” By the way there was a hint of embarrassment in his voice, you chose to pet at the passenger seat you rested in, consoling him by muttering soft praises. You weren’t even sure if he could hear you, but that didn’t matter now. Maybe it’s because you were drunk at 2 in the morning, but you swore you could feel the truck shudder.

“Why are you so embarrassed, honey? For a Prime you’re not too fond of being sweet talked, hm? It’s a shame really, such a pretty thing like you deserves all the attention.” In the midst of your thirsty rambling you were unaware that he pulled into your driveway, only realizing at the sudden halting caused by his brakes. Sluggishly looking up, you stared for a moment before clambering out of his alt mode.

“Won’t my dear knight allow me to see his handsome face, give me something good to dream about.” Without a moments notice the gears that made up his body twisted and folded in on themselves as he kneeled in his bipedal form, scooping you up into his massive metal palm. Optimus held you close to his chassis as his free servo gently pulled the window to your room open, allowing you to slip inside. As you slipped into your home, you leaned over a pressed another kiss to his digit, not even sure if he could feel such a small sensation. You moved into a house that stood by itself after you met the autobots, wanting them to feel like they didn’t have to hide like they would if you lived somewhere less reserved. Sometimes it could be helpful, like now, where you drunk so much that you can barely stand. When you turned around you were able to see that Optimus, the usually brave and steely leader of the autobot alliance, was acting timid, unable to meet your eyes. Behind his helm you could see puffs of grey dancing their way out of his smokestacks and filling the air, whether they were cooling him off or something else was a mystery to you.

“What’s got you so shy, love? Did I overdo it??” That cocky attitude of yours was quickly overridden by anxiety, you were petrified of the thought of making the boss bot uncomfortable, but you barely had time to finish your question before his optics jumped to you and he interjected.

“You did absolutely nothing wrong, I am just… rather unaccustomed to your… phrases, if you will.” As he spoke he got shy again, the smoke his frame was producing increasing.

“Oh? Allow me to help you get more comfortable then,” A large smirk dug itself across your features as you leaned onto your hands and held yourself up in your window frame, “You know, if I could reach you, I’d kiss all over that big metal face of yours. For a robot you’re quite the looker.” When his expression went from shy to shocked your grin widened, watching as he once again averted his eyes but placed his hand out for you to take your place back on. You used one of his fingers as a stabilizer as the soles of your shoes kept somewhat kept you in place, opting to sit down so you don’t fall 2 stories. This isn’t your first time, but it is your first time with too much alcohol for your little human body to handle.

Optimus, slightly nervously, raised you to meet his faceplates, keeping you at a level that you had room to explore a little bit but not stray anywhere unwanted. It’s your turn to get shy but your drunken confidence won, carefully you pressed your lips to his ‘cheek’, something small just to see his reaction. Those big blue optics of his danced over your much smaller face, cascading you in a bright blue light. A couple more smooches adorned his metal features before a small whirr made its way out of the bot’s frame, signaling that his cooling fans kicked on. The sound made you hum out of curiosity, taking a break from bombarding him with kisses to ask him what that was.

“When cybertronians feel too heated, our bodies will naturally trigger a set of internal fans to keep us at a normal temperature.” It was such a change of pace to see someone so confident turn so bashful, but it was cute nonetheless.

“Heated you say? Do I grind your gears that much, love?” You pulled back with that smirk still glued to your own cheeks, watching as he slightly nodded his head.

“Perhaps you do.” While the words came out of his mouth you made a move by kissing the robot equivalent of his lips, successfully making the bot sputter as he tried to find the words.

“You’re adorable, Optimus.” By now his smokestacks and fans were working overtime to fix his flustered form while you sat kneeled on his palm laughing. After his embarrassment subsided he let out a chuckle of his own, finding himself amused (granted not as much as your slap happy self) at his predicament. Before you could continue your face deadpanned for a moment, before a few dreadful words came out of your mouth.

“I’m gonna puke.”

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Calm Before the Storm - Chapter 5 - Deadly Sins

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            Wayhem sighed as he scrolled through the latest from the Agreste brand. He smiled seeing Adrien as radiant and dazing as ever. Though a pang of sorrow hit him as he wished he could have seen Adrien outside of the lovely photos. He had been able to get peeks at Adrien whenever he saw Adrien around, but never had the chance to speak with him like before. It was like Adrien couldn’t see him anymore.

            “Do you want that to change?” Adrien’s voice asked.

            Wayhem gasped and looked around his room. Chills ran up his spine as the air chilled around him. He moved to stand when an imitation Adrien manifested in his room. He screamed and fell back.

            “Who are you?”

            “I’m a friend that can give you exactly what you desire most, and the power to achieve it.”

            “I… I don’t know what you mean.”

            “Oh, Wayhem, I can see right into your heart. You long for him. The boy with hair of sunshine gold, fair and beautiful skin, a voice of angels, all wrapped up nicely with those piercing, hypnotic eyes. But it doesn’t just stop there. Oh, no. You want to know his touch, his embrace, his everything. I can see it. I can feel it.”

            Wayhem blushed. “N-no. No! I don’t want all of that. Well, maybe a little, but… he’s just… just a friend.”

            “Aww, poor thing. Why deny yourself when you could have so much more? Especially when he needs your help.”

            “He… he needs me?”

            “Oh, yes. Adrien has lost his way as he chases that which is lost to him. Would you not want to help save him from himself? Would you not want to show him something better? Something newer?”

            “I… I suppose? And you could help me with that?”

            The imitation Adrien smirked and held out its hand. A belt chain materialized in its palm.

            “What’s that?”

            “A special jewel. With it, a covenant is forged, and a bargain made. Will you accept?”

            Wayhem considered, then took the belt chain and put it on.

            “Good. Shall we get started?”

            “Uh, how do we get started?”

            “Simple. You need only utter the phrase, ‘Libidine, lust.’ Only then will everything be sealed and I yours to use as you wish.”

            Wayhem hesitated. “I… are you sure this will help Adrien?”

            “Of course. I wouldn’t have any reason to lie to you.”

            Wayhem gulped. “Alright. Libidine, lust.”

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            Su-Han stopped to rest. He and the remaining Guardians were almost back to Paris. He hoped that they were not too late and they would be able to assist in stopping Hawkmoth. He lamented his missed opportunity when Hawkmoth, or rather Shadowmoth, seized all the miraculous from the temple while he was away. He would be sure to set things right this time. It was his duty as the Celestial Guardian.

            “Your guardianship means nothing anymore, old man,” a man’s voice hissed.

            Su-Han jumped to his feet. “Who’s there? Show yourself, coward!”

            A moment passed before a purple demon kwami materialized.

            “What the-? What kwami are you? Why are you roaming freely? Who was your Guardian?”

            Superbia laughed. “I belonged to no one. Your precious Mage felt it too dangerous to allow me and my fellow sins, and even loathsome virtues, to be created. At least, not without figuring out how to tamper with what we are.”

            “If that is all true, then how do you exist now?”

            “Why, because of Velze. Dear Daddy was brought back. He stripped all mortals of their dominion over us kwamis while giving all kwamis a physical form to inhabit.”

            “What? You lie!”

            “Lying is for the weak, and I am not weak. Everything I say is true. Anything that you once were is a mere memory. You are nothing. Even those teens could beat your sorry butts now. Granted, they all have our favored siblings. Shame. Daddy wasn’t supposed to have any favorites, but we know better.”

            “But… what about Hawkmoth?”

            “Oh, handled almost a year ago. See, you took too long and left everything to a bunch of teenagers that allowed your powers and rights to be stripped away. Now all kwamis are free to roam around and cause all sorts of mayhem as they please. Including little Plagg. My, I wonder what he’d get up to first now that he can use his powers without consequence.”

            Su-Han’s jaw dropped. “What? They didn’t! They wouldn’t!”

            “Oh, but they did. All kwamis are free and you have nothing. Now the world will fall to ruin and there’s nothing you can do about it. Unless.”

            “Unless what?”

            Superbia’s eyes lit up. “Let’s make a deal. You can become my holder, and you’d get access to the greatest of all powers.”

            “But… a Guardian is never meant to use a miraculous,” Su-Han argued.

            Superbia shrugged. “Suit yourself. I’m sure the others will understand.”

            “What others?”

            Superbia didn’t answer, but clapped their hands. Su-Han watched as the remaining four Guardians emerged from the shadow, transformed into demons.

            “What did you do to them?” Su-Han demanded.

            “I didn’t do anything. They made the choice. They choose power and a return to the true order. You can join them. You can gain the power of a kwami and return everything to how it is meant to be. That is, if you’re not scared.”

            Su-Han considered. “This is wrong.”

            “Oh, please. You mortals have such polarizing views. There is no true right or wrong. You allow such ideas to keep you from doing what you feel is good. So, what do you feel is good, Celestial Guardian?”

            “I… I want to keep Order. That is my job.”

            “Then what do you feel you should do?”

            Su-Han reconsidered. “Where is your jewel?”

            Superbia held out his hand as a pair of earrings materialized. Su-Han took a deep breath and put them on.

            “What is your phrase to transform?”

            “Utter the phrase, ‘Superbia, Pride,’ and this covenant will be sealed.”

            “Superbia, Pride.”

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Hi everyone!!

I hope the beginning of this new year is gentle to all of you! I'm back with a new set of stories for the upcoming month, with a new fic every Monday and Friday!! I hope you'll enjoy all these new stories :)

(NB: I'm being nice for Something Good and giving two updates in a row so you won't have to bear the angst for too long, you're welcome ;) )

22/01/2024 - Blackout

Hozier x Reader, fluff, kind of enemies to lovers? but rather annoyed to lovers to be fair, oneshot

Summary: Your new neighbour is insufferable with his music-making and his pretty face and his unbearably tall frame. Or is he? Maybe a blackout through your neighbourhood will make you change your mind about him.

26/01/2024 - Chapter 24 for Something Good

Ben Barnes x Reader, Professor AU!, angst, fluff, slow-burn, enemies to lovers, on-going series

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already iss. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

29/01/2024 - Chapter 25 for Something Good

Ben Barnes x Reader, Professor AU!, angst, fluff, slow-burn, enemies to lovers, on-going series

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already iss. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

02/02/2024 - His Heart in Your Hands

Caspian x Reader, angst, fluff, angst to fluff, violence and description of a wound, oneshot, requested for my 6k event by @jackys-stuff-blog

Summary: Caspian comes back to the Cair Paravel alive after a campaign against a neighbouring kingdom, but he’s still in a pretty bad shape. You’ve been worried sick about him, and even if you are but a servant, even if it’s not your place… you can’t help but look for him that night, just to make sure that he’s alright.

05/02/2024 - Confessions

Hozier x reader, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, domestic fluff, oneshot

Summary: Andrew might be a brilliant lyricist, but he struggles when it comes to expressing his love for you. It's too overwhelming for him. Still, he will try to explain his feelings this time.

09/02/2024 - To Guard Our Hearts

Sam Adams x reader, angst and fluff, requested for my 6k event by my bestie @wolfbrideinhiding

Summary: You and Sam have an argument when your safety is at risk, and your brilliant plan to pretend to be his fiancée backfires.

04/03/2024 - Chapter 4 for Where We Kept Our Magic

Sirius Black x reader, fluff, angst, This series is made of many independent snippets taken from Sirius and Muggle!Reader’s lovestory.

Summary: You and Sirius meet when you’re still young, and yet you fall head over heels for each other. But everything gets complicated when you learn that Sirius is a Wizard! Now, your whole world has to be reimagined.

08/03/2024 - Chapter 7 for Pirates!

Caspian x reader, adventure, fluff, angst, depiction of violence in later chapters, on-going series

Summary: As ships disappear across the sea, Caspian is forced to go investigate himself. But to win against the wild uncharted waters he must cross to reach his people, he needs to bargain with pirates. And then, he finds you…

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Saw this idea from a prompt somewhere a long time ago thought it would be quite cute for Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek x fem

You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it's not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought. Maybe it ends in a cute date or something

Dressing Room - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Summary: Your shopping trip changes for the better when you bump into a rather cute firefighter in the dressing room

Word Count: 3556

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

A/N: i absolutely love this idea! and i mean, i LOVE it!! thank you for suggesting it and i hope i did it justice

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Clothes shopping always felt like a chore to you, one that exhausted you greatly anytime you went with your best friend, who always made you try on everything she thought would look nice on you.

You hated trying clothes on, it was always too warm or the dressing rooms were too small or too crowded. The whole thing was a straight up nightmare, one you tried your hardest to avoid when you could but unfortunately for you, your cousin's wedding was coming up which meant you were in need of a new dress.

You had three options in the dressing room with you, three simple, yet elegant dresses that fit the theme of your cousin's wedding. You had no idea which of them you wanted to choose, if any, but you knew you had to as you were running out of both time, and patience. With a sigh, you slid out of your jeans and pulled off your jumper, reluctantly climbing into the rather tight fit dress your friend had picked, one you wouldn’t go for yourself but she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

You took a long look in the mirror, your head tilting a little to the side as you trailed your eyes along the length of your body. You would admit that the dress definitely showed off your best assets, but whether it was actually appropriate for a wedding or not, well that was another question, one you had a slight suspicion as to the answer to.

“Really, Jen? This dress is not wedding appropriate at all…” You pulled open the curtain, still too busy looking down at your rather exposed chest to bother checking to see if your friend was even still there. “One wrong move and I’m flashing everyone I mean come on…”

Your head lifted, your words stopping suddenly as your eyes met, not those of your friend like you’d expected, but rather the eyes of a very cute guy with an even cuter moustache, who appeared to be trying on clothes of his own when you stepped out of your stall, almost bumping into him as he looked at himself in the floor length mirror outside the stalls.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you, uh, you probably got more than you bargained for there.” You chuckled nervously, blushing scarlet as you avoided his gaze, absently crossing your arms over your chest even though, to your surprise, his eyes didn’t immediately fall there like most men’s would, instead they stayed fixed on yours.

“No, it’s, uh, it’s okay.” Brian shook his head, clearing his throat a little when you finally looked back up at him, your eyes twinkling brightly in the lights of the dressing room, so much so it was easy for him to get lost in them.

“Did you happen to see a woman out here? About yay tall.” You motioned the general height of your friend with your hand, uncovering your chest which still hadn’t gained the attention of the strange man you’d almost bumped into. “Brown hair… Wearing a red baseball jacket?”

“Oh, I did see her when I came in but I guess she left… I’m not too sure.” Brian said apologetically, glancing around him a little as though looking for your friend.

You retreated back into your stall, grabbing your phone from your purse which had a message from your friend telling you she’d gone to look at more dresses when she got called into work. Great, you thought to yourself, as if shopping wasn’t bad enough now you’d gone and lost your audience whose help you actually needed. Just because you hated when she made you try on loads of clothes doesn’t mean she didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Huh, guess she had to leave… Great, now who’s gonna help me pick a dress for this wedding.” You muttered to yourself around a small sigh, glancing briefly towards Brian, who was standing a little awkwardly as though he didn’t know what to do next. You thought to yourself, wondering whether it would be appropriate to ask a stranger which dress he thought would look best on you for a wedding, but before you could come to a conclusion, and as though he’d read your mind, Brian opened his mouth to speak.

“If I may…” He said hesitantly, catching your attention fully as he shifted his body more to face you, a slight hint of redness to his cheeks. He’d never usually have the courage to talk to a woman like you but something about the way you looked at him, like you weren’t disgusted or offended that he’d had the nerve to be near you, made him want to help out. And who was he kidding, you were incredibly attractive and he’d only regret it if he didn’t. “If it’s a wedding you’re attending, my personal opinion would be that one.”

Your eyes followed his finger, finding that he pointed towards the blue dress, the one you yourself favoured most out of them all as it had been one of your own choices and not your friends. You smiled, running your hand across the back of your neck before you turned back to him, unable to help but feel butterflies in your chest over his opinion. And the fact that he’d offered it.

“Thank you… I was actually leaning more towards that one myself.” You said sweetly, making him smile as his head fell forward a little, hiding the cute dimples he got by his cheeks but still allowing you to see the equally cute creases that formed by his eyes. “This is gonna sound, I dunno, crazy probably, but would you mind if I tried it on for you? I’m always so bad at picking out clothes that I usually need a second pair of eyes to know if something looks good.”

“Sure.” Brian replied a little too eagerly, clearing his throat immediately afterwards as his lips scrunched up a little from embarrassment and regret. But when you didn’t seem like you minded his eagerness and when he heard the soft chuckle leave your lips, he found that his embarrassment didn’t last as long as it usually would have. “I’d be happy to.”

“Okay.” You nodded, smiling thankfully towards him before you stepped back into your stall and closed the curtain, changing quickly into the dress you hoped would be the one as having a cute story like this behind it would easily make it your favourite.

You took a quick look in the mirror, making sure it was sitting nicely on you and that the hem wasn’t caught in your underwear or anything else mortifying. You even made sure your makeup still looked good and fixed your hair as you wouldn’t deny, the guy outside, he was incredibly cute and exactly the type of guy you went for and who knows, maybe when he’d helped you pick a dress you’d ask him if he wanted to grab some coffee. But before you could think about that, you needed a dress first and to your surprise, you really liked the blue one and part you hoped that Brian did too.

“What do you think?” You asked as you stepped out of the stall, Brian’s head lifting upwards from where he’d been staring at the ground waiting for you. The second his eyes landed on you they widened, his jaw literally dropping a touch as he gazed over your body, making your stomach flutter something shocking and you were thankful he couldn’t see how red your face was underneath your makeup.

“Wow, it uh, it…” Brian exhaled, absently running his hand over his chin. “It looks great. Seriously, you look… You look very pretty.” He said quietly, his eyes flicking from you in a shy nature, making him unable to see the way yours softened, your smile growing exponentially as the butterflies in your stomach doubled.

“Oh, well thank you. That’s really sweet of you.” You replied softly, making him look back at you as you stepped forward, turning a little so you could look at yourself in the bigger mirror. He was right, you did look pretty if you said so yourself, and given his reaction to you and the way he was still gazing at you in the mirror, it’s safe to say that this dress was absolutely the one. “And I think this is it… I think this is the dress.”

“Really?” Otis asked in surprise, not because it wasn’t nice on you or anything as it was literally perfect, but more so because he suggested it as most of the time he was told he didn’t have the best taste when it came to fashion.

“Uh-huh.” You nodded, spinning on your feet a little to come face to face with him. “You have a good eye for this.” You added, shamelessly flirting with him which he could clearly tell as he began to get a little flustered and hot around the collar.

“T-Thanks… I, uh, I have no experience with this whatsoever but I appreciate it.” He gulped, hoping to swallow back the nerves as he really wanted to flirt back with you. He never had a moment like this happen to him, where a girl seemed genuinely interested in him, which is why he wanted to make sure he didn’t make you run off by being so awkward or dorky.

“Well that’s hard to believe.” You replied, sensing said nervousness but not minding at all. If anything it made you more interested in him as you could tell he wasn’t a player.

Brian chuckled softly, his eyes shifting to the side where he caught a quick glimpse of the two of you in the mirror, able to see your eyes still stuck on him and the slight touch of adoration behind them. It had his heart beat furiously beneath his chest, the chest he soon realised was clad in a shirt he wasn’t overly sure whether or not suited him.

“Can I ask your opinion now?” He asked bravely, the look in your eyes all he needed to help him overcome that nervousness he felt around you as the more comforting silence that went on between you made him realise you weren’t about to run off.

“Sure.” You nodded, folding your arms as you leaned back against the wooden partition between the stalls.

“This shirt… Is it too much?” He looked down at his chest, his hands out to his sides as you gazed your eyes across the red shirt that was covered in tiny anchors. “My friends always say I pick the dorkiest shirts out there but I like them.”

“Are you into boats?” You asked curiously, pushing yourself off the partition as your hands smoothed down the skirt of your dress.

“No, I, uh, I just liked it, that’s all.” He shrugged, his eyes once again shifting from yours as you stepped closer to him.

“Well, if I was you…” You began around a breath, surprising yourself with how openly flirtatious you were being right now. “I wouldn’t listen to those friends of yours because if the rest of your shirts make you look as cute as this one does, then you’re clearly the best dressed out of all of them.”

A flustered, yet shocked that you so openly admitted that you found him cute, chuckle left the back of Brian’s throat, his hand shooting up to the back of his head which he subtly scratched at, trying his hardest to come up with a reply. He was sure his face was as red as his shirt was as he so clearly avoided eye contact with you, his stomach flipping so furiously inside him that it made him feel like he was on one of the worlds biggest rollercoasters. And he hated rollercoasters.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out, unable to help but think you’d made him uncomfortable due to his inability to look at you. “I hope I didn’t come off too strong or whatever…”

“No, no.” Brian shook his head, answering you immediately as his gaze shot back up towards yours, noticing the spark of concern that was occupying your eyes and wanting to make it clear that you hadn’t. That’d you’d just shocked him is all. “No, not at all… I just… I’m not normally the guy who gets called cute by uh, by pretty women.”

“Oh.” You blushed, dipping your head to hide the smile on your face from being called pretty by a guy like him, as much like Brian, you weren’t normally the one who got hit on, not when your friend was with you anyway which made you all the more glad that she’d had to leave.

The silence in the air grew a little more awkward than it had been previously, lingering there intensely as the two of you did everything you could not to stare at each other which ended up with you both stealing looks towards one another when the other wasn’t looking. You could feel your stomach fluttering like crazy, your hands beginning to sweat and you really prayed the rest of you hadn’t otherwise he’d have been able to see it on the fabric of your dress he’d so willingly helped you pick out.

You cleared your throat, your drier that a desert feeling throat as you finally allowed your eyes to stay stuck on him long enough to see him meet yours, the two of you blushing immediately when they did. You shifted on your feet, fiddling anxiously with your fingers before you took a breath, deciding not to be such a coward about what you wanted to do, and finally opened your mouth to speak.

“Would you maybe… Like to grab a coffee? With me?” You added, unsure why you did as why else would you be asking him that. You smiled sheepishly, rolling your lips as you waited patiently for an answer, one you almost thought would be no given how long it was taking him to reply. But unknown to you Brian was just trying to figure out how to say yes without coming off too desperate and when you saw that adorable smile creep up onto his face, all your doubts over his answer simply faded away.

“I’d love to.” He replied a little breathlessly, his heart beating so fast he was surprised you couldn’t hear it. And equally surprised that it hadn’t burst from his chest and landed by your feet.

“Okay.” You smiled, nodding your head a little before you started to back up into your stall again. “I, uh, I’ll get changed and meet you by the register?”

“Sounds good.” Brian said with a nod of his head, watching as your lips rose briefly again before he turned away from you and started heading in the direction of the dressing room exit, making your brow furrow a little as he hadn’t even changed back into his own clothes yet.

“Um, don’t you need to change?” You called after him, stopping him dead in his tracks and you could see how red his face had gotten in the mirror as he stood there, his nose and lips scrunched up a little as he was no doubt cursing himself for being so eager to have coffee with you that he'd gone and made a fool of himself already.

“Right.” He mumbled, slowly turning back around to see you trying your hardest to hide your smile. “That would be, uh, that would be wise.” He added, walking with such embarrassment back to his stall as he tried his hardest not to look at you. He was so glad no one else was around to see that, Cruz especially, otherwise he’d never live it down.

Eventually though, after the two of you had paid for your items and found each other at the register, where you decided it would be best to actually learn each other's names instead of calling each other ‘cute guy’ or ‘pretty girl’, you soon found yourself seated in a quiet corner of the nearest coffee shop where you could begin the process of getting to know one another.

“So Brian…” You began, taking a small sip of your coffee between words. “What do you do?”

“I’m a firefighter.” Brian replied, taking his own sip of coffee as he watched your eyebrow raise, clearing having not expected him to say that.

“Really?” You said, your tone impressed with a mixture of surprise as you ran your finger around the rim of your hot mug, attempting to hide the fact that not only did you have a thing for moustaches, but also for men in uniform.

“You’re surprised?” Brian questioned, shifting a little in his seat to rest his arm along the length of the table, watching as your eyes flicked down to the foamy drink beneath you.

“No.” You shook your head, ignoring the fire that was igniting in your stomach as you brought yourself to look back up at him. “It’s just… shouldn’t you be out there fighting fires instead of helping me dress shop?” You added humorously, hoping you came across as casual as you thought you did.

“Helping you dress shop was equally as exciting as fighting fires.” Brian chuckled, making you smile as you found yourself able to relax a little more.

“Oh I’ll bet.” You chuckled sarcastically, your smile swooning him completely as you tucked your hair behind your ear.

“But really, it’s… It’s my day off.” He told you, taking a sip of his coffee before continuing. “We work 24 hour shifts then get the next 48 off.”

“Really?” You said genuinely this time. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah most people don’t.” Brian nodded, not at all surprised by your reaction as most people didn’t tend to know that. “But what about you? What do you do?” He asked curiously, wondering what it is that you did that allowed you to have time to dress shop in the middle of the day.

“Well, it’s not as exciting as firefighting.” You began playfully, making him smile before you carried on. “But I’m a kindergarten teacher by day and a cocktail waitress by night.”

“Cocktail waitress, huh?” Brian said with intrigue, your eyebrow raising a touch as that’s not usually the part of your job description that turned heads. “You know I, uh, I actually co-own a bar too, Molly’s over on West Wolcott.”

“I think I know that place…” You pondered, making sure you had the right place and weren’t about to embarrass yourself. But after a few moments to think, you were pretty certain that you did. “Yeah, fairy lights on the ceiling, right?”

“That’s the place.” Brian nodded, taking a larger sip of coffee now that it had cooled down a little, unlike himself.

“I’ve only been there a few times but I really liked the atmosphere… The fairy lights were a really nice touch.” You replied, unaware of the rush of warmth you caused to scurry across Brian’s chest as he’d been the one to suggest the lights on the ceiling as he’d yet to see it in another Chicago bar. “I must have gone when you were at work though as I think I’d definitely remember seeing you behind the bar.”

“You must have as I’d never forget serving a face as pretty as yours.” Brian flirted back, his want to see that flustered smile of yours giving him all the strength he needed to do so, otherwise he’d have melted to the floor the second the words left your lips.

“You’re quite the charmer, you know that right?” You said with a touch of breathlessness as your heart hammered furiously against your ribcage.

“Only for girls I’m lucky enough to meet in clothing store dressing rooms.” Brian replied, each word out of his moustached mouth having you fall that much harder for him, which was crazy as you’d only just met him, but right now you didn’t care.

In fact, he could have literally asked you to go to Vegas with him to get married and you’d have probably said yes as that’s how much he had you wrapped around his finger. But for now, perhaps dinner would be the more appropriate option and it appears as though Brian was thinking the exact same thing.

“Would you maybe… Like to have dinner with me sometime?” He asked in a shyer tone of voice than before as this time he didn’t have nearly as much confidence that you’d say yes, despite how you were looking at him.

“I’d love to have dinner with you.” You replied in what was almost a whisper, too busy fawning over him to find the strength to speak louder. Not that you needed to as the second his smile widened you knew you’d been loud enough for him to hear you.

Neither of you had any idea whether things would work out between the two of you further down the line. You really hoped they would, given how things were going now, but if they didn’t, if you found yourselves not being quite right for each other then it wouldn’t be all bad, not really, as even if you parted ways, you knew for certain that you’d always have the dressing room.

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Valentines Day with Belphegor

2nd person POV, intended male reader but gender neutral; fluff

I wanted to write something for Valentine's Day so have some established relationship Belphie V day content its pretty short but i hope you still enjoy :)

Belphegor wasn't exactly what you might call a romantic person, he’s not the type to make grand gestures or serenade you. He’s also not exactly the type of person to get you flowers for every date, but he still managed to show he cared about you in his own way. 

If you tell him you like Valentine’s day, he’s all over it. Especially if you seem really excited about it, otherwise, he's a lot more chill about it, but he definitely makes a point to put some effort in a valentines date either way.

 Valentine's Day would be one of the times Belphie would get you flowers without you asking, if you did ask he would send you flowers in the morning and then bring you more when he picked you up for your date. 

 He would get you two a table at a nice restaurant. He had made sure they were serving your favorite or at least something he knew you’d enjoy beforehand. You two would have a nice dinner, with little jokes and teasing thrown into comfortable conversations. His hand would only leave yours when he had to eat. The two of you had a table away from most people with a beautiful view of the cityscape. 

 He had even managed to keep the sleep talk to a minimum and only napped a little between dinner and dessert. Not that you minded; he would always let you play with his hair as he slept.

 He is totally smug if he sees his brothers while he’s out with you. Especially if you run into Lucifer, he acts so nonchalant about it for someone who has such a smug look on their face.

  After dinner, he could be talked into taking a nice walk. But don’t be surprised if he leads you toward the first bench he comes across, and he's probably going to fall asleep on your shoulder as you guys continue to talk. 

 After you two get back, he'll usher you up to the attic where Belphie set up a surprise for you. Belphie managed to bargain with Solomon to get him to enchant the ceiling of the attic to emulate the human realm’s stars. He also managed to set out snacks and a record player with a selection of records. He will tease you to 'make sure they’re not cursed before you play them.' Don't be fooled by his teasing, he already made sure they would be safe for his human. 

 After you’ve played a record and taken off your jacket, he’ll drag you to lie next to him on the bed. You honestly should have expected this. Considering how much of an absolute cuddle bug the demon was, you should have expected him to practically purr as he laid his head on your chest with his arms wrapped around you. 

 It wasn’t typical for him to stay up so long when he was cuddled up with you, but today was different. Today he wanted to admire you, he wanted to make sure you knew he cared about you. He knew he could be a little shit, but today Belphie wanted to make sure he perished any doubts you held about the manner of your relationship. 

You could feel Belphie kiss your jaw as you admired the faux stars. “It's pretty, isn’t it starlight,” he murmured against your skin, “I figured it could entertain you as I held you captive in my arms. Maybe next year, I’ll find a way to take you to the real thing. I don’t know if you miss the human realm, but maybe we could make a whole day out of it. You could show me all the best napping spots, and then we could fall asleep in a field together. Just me, my starlight, and the stars. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep talking, but I think anywhere with you sounds nice.”

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Can I ask you for a Jiseok’s fic where the reader is Seungmin’s sister? Maybe they are hanging out for a while and he is scared to kiss her

Here you go! I hope you enjoy it :)

Kwak Jiseok

Summary: You’re Seungmin’s sister, Jiseok thinks you and him have a thing going on, but he’s scared that he might be wrong.

WC:~1.2k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Your brother, Seungmin, and you have always been really close. He was a reliable brother, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still mess with you. He’ll randomly kick the back of your leg when you're walking, leave your room without fully shutting the door and refuse to pass you something that’s literally right next to him. Typical sibling annoyance things you do the same back to him. 

It was weird when he first left home to be a trainee. Of course you and your parents were supportive, but took some adjusting to get used to him not being home. You and Seungmin still talked frequently. Usually at odd hours into the night when he was done with training for the day. Your whole family was so excited at the news of him finally debuting. It’s a little hard to believe that that was approaching two years ago now. 

The first time you met Seungmin’s members was when he asked if you could bring him one of his jackets that he didn’t take with him when he moved into the dorm. At first you were reluctant, playing the “What’s in it for me?” card. To which he said he would buy you lunch. Free food always made a good bargaining agent, so you found the jacket that he was asking for then went to meet up with Seungmin. 

Upon arriving at the dorm to deliver Seungmin’s jacket you sent him a text saying that you were outside, because you felt too awkward to knock on the door. The text was in vain though because one of his members, who you didn’t know, opened the door for you. 

“You’re Seingmin’s sister right?” He asked you.

“Yeah, I’m here to give him his jacket and get a free lunch,” you answered. They stepped aside allowing you to enter the dorm.

“Oh good you’re here and you met Jiseok,” Seungmin says entering the room. You mentally noted down that the boy's name was Jiseok.

“Take your jacket, let’s go get lunch,” you told Seungmin, shoving the jacket in your hands over to him. 

“Don’t you want to at least meet my members first?” Seungmin laughs at your urgency to go eat.

“I think she just cares about getting free food,” Jiseok stated. 

“He’s not wrong,” you confirmed. “But I guess I can meet your members first,” you said. Seungmin called the other members to gather before introducing you.

“Everyone meet my sister y/n. Y/n meet Gunil, Jungsu, Jiseok, Hyeongjun and Jooyeon,” he went around pointing at each member. Again you took a mental note of their names.

“Nice to meet you,” you greeted them. They mirrored your response. You turned to face Seungmin. “So lunch?” You prompted.

“What’s your hurry?” He questions you with an unbelieving tone. 

“I agreed to bring you your jacket if you bought me lunch. I brought you your jacket, so now it’s your turn,” you asserted. 

“Ok, fine let’s go. Anyone else want to come?” Seungmin checked with the others.

“Depend, you paying?” Jiseok quipped. Seungmin sighed. 

“You know what, sure. Lunch is on me today. Who wants to come?”Seungmin spoke. 

“Me!” Jiseok quickly answered, coming to stand by your side.

“Me too!” Jooyeon piped also joining you. The rest of the members politely declined. You, Seungmin, Jiseok and Jooyeon made your way out of the dorm while discussing what you should get for lunch. All of you guys decided on a chicken place. 

Once you reached the chicken place you headed inside and placed your order. The chicken came out shortly after and you all dug in.

“Are you happy? You got your lunch now,” Seungmin says condescendingly.

“Yes, thank you,” you said happily enjoying your chicken. 

“She’s much happier when she has food,” Jiseok noted. 

“She’s always been like that. She gets it from our mom. I remember one time the two of them got into a fight, but after eating dinner together it was like the fight never happened,” Seungmin recalled. 

“Oh I remember that. Our fight was nothing serious, we just had a disagreement,” you told. The group of you finished eating and started to make your way back. On the walk back you found yourself conversing with Jiseok. He was easy to talk to, the conversation naturally flowing. You discovered a few interests that you both shared. After you arrived back at the dorm building you said your goodbyes and you headed home.

Ever since then you saw Xdinary Heroes somewhat regularly. Visiting them from time to time, occasionally grabbing a meal together. You and Jiseok began to grow quite close to one another. The members joked that you hung out with Jiseok more than your own brother. They weren’t exactly wrong about it. You and Jiseok had been starting to hangout fairly often. The two of you would go to the movies, try out restaurants together, go shopping, play games. You really enjoyed spending time together with him. The only downside is you’re not exactly sure what your relationship with Jiseok is. You both have a thing going on. There’s a clear spark between the two of you. You know that you're into him, but you don’t know if he feels the same. 

Today you were with Jiseok in a practice studio. He invited you over to ask for your opinion on the lyrics that he was working on. Once you started to read over his lyrics you couldn’t help but think that they had another meaning. His lyrics talked about not knowing if you should confess or not. Not wanting to ruin a good thing, but also wishing that it could be better. Thinking that you know something, however there’s a fear that you could be wrong. Maybe you just wanted his lyrics to have a double meaning. To be a hint that he’s into you too. You look at Jiseok only to find him already staring at you with a look of anticipation. 

“Is this your way of non-directly confessing?” You question. You prayed that you weren’t wrong. A pit in your stomach begins to grow as you await Jiseok’s answer. 

“Only if you like me too,” Jiesok replies, looking into your eyes.

“I do,” you confess. Each of you let out a breath that neither of you knew you were holding. 

“Thank goodness, cause I’ve really wanted to do something, but I was too scared of being wrong,” Jiseok reveals. 

“And what’s that?” You ask. Jiseok comes closer, sitting right next to you.

“I really want to kiss you. If you’re ok with that,” Jiseok tells, grabbing your hands. You smile.

“I’m more than ok with that,” you responded. Jiseok moved one of his hands up to your face cupping it gently. He leaned closer to you, brushing his nose against yours. He gives you a moment to pull away just in case you changed your mind. You gave him a little nod as a sign to continue. That was all it took for Jiseok to close the gap, your lips meeting in the middle. The kiss was short, both of you pulling away after a few seconds. Smiles are painted on each of your faces. 

“So you’ll be my girlfriend?” Jiseok puts to question.

“Only if you’ll be my boyfriend,” you replied. 

“Obviously,” Jiseok says, making both of you laugh. The two of you embraced in a happy hug.

“So when are we telling Seungmin?” You joked.