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starkeynation · 19 days ago

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I love you, I’m sorry

A letter from reader to Rafe

Content: Angst, like PURE sad, the lamp looks weird, based on the song I love you, I’m sorry by Gracie Abrams (may or may not be accurate)

A/N: about that cliffhanger and happy ending, I changed my mind… also ignore any writing mistakes if there’s any and this was kinda rushed so I hope it still turns out good

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Rafe,

It is Saturday night. I should be out doing something, partying or whatever to enjoy myself, yet here i am, pen in hand, finding myself writing to you again. I know this letter will never reach you- it’ll end up crumpled at the bottom of my drawer or burned to ashes. Still, I can’t seem to stop myself.

It has been exactly two august ago since everything fell apart. I remember the way I laid it all out, raw, I wanted to be real, hoping that honesty would mend us. We weren’t perfect. Hell, we were far from it. We fought like fire and gasoline, burning everything we touched. Jealousy leads us to mistrust each other but even then, I didn’t think it would end the way it did. I never thought that fight would be the last..the final, devastating blow before you ghosted me and blocked me everywhere.

I swear it wasn’t my intention to break up with you, I thought by exposing the cracks, we could patch them together. Instead, the truth just ended up pushing you away. When you drove off in your Benz and left me standing at my gate, it felt like everything had stopped. The time, the world, my heart…everything froze. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to scream, I wanted to stop you, beg you to stay, to tell you that we could still save us but you didn’t look back, and i was too late.

Now, i watch you from a distance as you become successful, helping your dad doing business, running Cameron’s development like you were born to do it. I heard your name whispered in admiration at the club where I work, how you charm people the way you trained for. And you know what? I’m so so proud of you Rafe. I always knew you had it in you. I’ll be rooting for you always, even from the shadows.

Maybe two summers from now we’ll be talking again at some point, exchange smiles, our lives untangled and we’re cool again. I can picture you’ll be in your family’s jet, travelling, and me, on my boat moving on with our own lives. By then, i hope..im actually ready to move on. I know you’ve already moved on- I mean, why wouldn’t you? Still, there’s part of me wish that you wouldn’t yet, and maybe, just maybe, you would take me back.

But that’s just selfish isn’t it? I was selfish when we were together too. I made everything about me, i was inconsiderate, I turn something small into raging battles. I didn’t listen, didn’t see you for who you were. I’m ashamed of the person I was, of the mistakes I made. After everything i did, I’m surprised you haven’t send someone to kill me yet.

Lately I find myself sitting on the porch, watching sunsets like we used to, with a glass of something strong in my hand. I laugh at myself, at the crash I made, because what else can I do? It’s a twisted kind of coping—laughing at my own heartbreak. It doesn’t feel real and it’s really hard to let go but i guess that’s just the way life goes.

I know i was a dick, Rafe. I had too many flaws to count but as sick as it sounds, I loved you first. You’ll always be my first love. You were the best and the worst thing that ever happened to me, a storm that left me shattered but alive. Your love had impact me deeply, it is carved in my soul. No matter where we are, i want you to know that I’ll carry the past and the weight of my mistakes with me. Trust me, it will always, haunt me.

I regret every second for not treating you well, for not being the person you needed. Lastly, i want you to know that I still, truly, deeply, love you, I’m sorry.

*Ding* you heard the bell rings. You rush downstairs to answer the door.

“Pizza delivery”, says the delivery boy standing in front of you. You almost forgot you ordered one, an hour ago. You take your prepaid alfredo chicken pizza and thank him. It was Rafe’s favourite pizza, you’re not sure if it’s still his favourite though. After shutting the door, you walk to your kitchen.

Just two seconds later, *ding* the bell rings again. Did the delivery boy forget anything? You thought.

You open the door, “yes-“ you pause. You couldn’t believe it, standing right in front of you,

“Topper?”

“Topper what are you doing here?” you ask, your voice laced with confusion.

He then steps aside and reveals a man behind him, lying on the steps of your porch- a man whose silhouette you’d recognize anywhere. “Rafe,” you whisper.

“Shit I’m sorry to bother you but this dumbass got into an accident for driving while he’s high,” Topper blurts out, panickly.

Your brow furrowing and your confusion deepens. You walk closer to Rafe and spot the blood dripping from his head, “Accident? What? Then why do you bring him here instead of the hospital?” You ask, your voice sharp, slicing through the chaos of the moment.

“He won’t let me. He insisted I bring him here to see you,” Topper explains.

“Y/n,” Rafe speaks up, his voice low and strained.

Your heart skips a beat. It’s like the universe has stopped spinning again. This is the first time you hear him calling your name after two whole years.

“Hey Rafe, you’re bleeding,” you say, your voice mix with feelings.

“I’m fine,” he says, giving a soft, disarming smile while trying to sit up.

You instruct Topper to go find some cloth to stop the bleeding. As he dissapears, you sit on your knees facing to Rafe, “Rafe, what happened? Why are you here?” you ask, still have no clue of what’s going on here.

“I wanted to see you,” he replies, putting on that damn smile again, the one that’s always managed to unravel you. “I miss you, y/n.”

Your face goes pale, your eyes widens, the words hang in the hair, heavy and unexpected. “Rafe, you’re drunk,” you accuse, trying to make sense of what’s happening right now.

“No, I’m not, i swear I’m very conscious right now,” he insists, his voice firm. You’re still not sure if he’s telling the truth or not. “I really miss you, y/n,” he continues, his voice low but still clear for you to hear it.

Your heart aches, torn between disbelief and the undeniable pull of his words. “How hard did you hit your head? God, you’re still bleeding. We need to see a doctor,” you say, trying to stand up, but he grabs your hand, pulling you back down.

“Stop it, I’m fine i swear…this is nothing,” he says waving off the concern. Just then, Topper returns with a towel in his hand. He hands the towel to you and says, “dude, are you sure you’re okay? When i saw your car there were smokes everywhere. Looks like you hit that tree pretty hard,” his voice fill with concern.

“I’m fine Top, just go. I need to talk to y/n,” Rafe says with a dismissive wave. Topper hesitates, he looks at you for confirmation as if you’re the one in charge here. You nod at him, signalling an approval, “s’okay Top i can handle this.”

“Okay, just call me if anything happens,” he says. “Thank you,” you mutter softly to Topper as he’s leaving towards his car.

With Topper gone, you shift your focus back to Rafe. You take the towel and start dabbing on the blood on his forehead, “we still need to get this stitched up,” you say. Rafe then grabs your wrist, his grip firm but not forceful, “look at me,” he demands.

You look at him straight in the eyes, drowning in his blue eyes. It’s overwhelming- staring at the man that you love but no longer yours.

“I do mean what i said, i miss you y/n and i wanted to see you,” he says, his tone steady and sure.

“But why now?” You ask, your voice breaking under the weight of the question.

“Sar..Sarah told me tonight that you’ve been writing letters about me. She found them stashed under your bed,” he says, hesitantly.

Your stomach drops and you shake your head in disbelief, “God…i knew it there was something wrong. She was acting so weird when she left this morning,” you mutter.

“So it’s true? You’ve been writing about me?”

Your face is turning red, you’re struggling to find the words. “I- yes…I’ve been writing letters. Pretending like I’m gonna send it to you but i never do,” you stutter.

“Why didn’t you just send them?” He presses, his voice low, almost pleading.

“You know why Rafe…you’ve moved on. You blocked me few months after we broke up. You’re thriving now with your job, you got your whole life together, and I- I was the reason why we broke up. I can’t just crawl my way back into your life like nothing happened,” you shatter, your voice breaking as you’re struggling to control your tears.

Rafe shakes his head. He brushes his thumb over your knuckles and kisses it. “You’re wrong y/n, you’re absolutely wrong. I’ve been doing nothing over the past two years except than trying to forget about you. That’s why I’ve been doing all these jobs, thinking it could distract me, but no,” he shakes his head again. “Nothing could make me stop thinking about you.”

His confession leaves you breathless, your tears streaming down your face as he continues. “About the blocking and disappearing, I’m really sorry, I was a coward. The truth is, that day i came to your house to apologize. Then, as I stood outside, i saw you were laughing with jj through your window. I knew you guys were not together cause after jj left, I may or may not have confronted him…” he then mouthed sorry. “But then, I remember the way you looked so happy when you’re with him. At that time, I knew I had to let you go cause you deserve someone better and you deserve to be happy so that’s why I blocked you..as if that makes any difference.”

You idiot,” you scoff. “I never wanted anyone else, only you Rafe, only you. You’re the only one who could truly make me happy.”

His eyes glisten, his smile soft and hesitant. “Please forgive me y/n, I swear I’m a better person now and I love- I love you, so much. I still do.”

You reach up, caress his cheek and pull him in for a kiss. “I love you too Rafe,” you whisper. He cups your face and returns the kiss. The kiss is passionate, slow and tender. His lip is so soft and only god knows how much you miss this. The world fades around you, leaving only the two of you, two broken pieces finding their way back to each other.

You pull away from his face and let out a giggle. “Why are you laughing?” He asks, can’t help but let out a soft giggle too.

“Before you came I was actually writing another letter for you,” you admit, a shy smile appears on your face.

“Oh really? Tell me about it baby,” he smirks. Your smile widens at the sound of the nickname that rolls out from his mouth. “Mm I miss that. You, calling me baby. Anyways, it’s in my room, wanna come in?” You ask.

He shakes his head, pulling you closer as he leans back against the stairs railing. “Hmm in a bit sweetheart, you can tell me here while we stargaze. I missed your porch- and mostly you, of course,” he replies with a faint smile.

So you do. You talk to him about the letter while your head rest on his shoulder and your fingers intertwined. “Lastly I wrote, I love you, I’m sorry,” you say, explaining the last content of the letter. But then, you realise he has gone quiet. His stillness unsettling. You glance up to him, “Rafe?” He’s not responding. You check his pulse but there is none. Panic sets in as you shake him, calling his name.

“Rafe”

“Rafe, wake up”

“Wake up!”

“Y/n”

“Y/n, wake up”

You gasp, your heart is pounding like a drum. You’re sweating all over your body as reality crashes down. It was a nightmare.

“Hey..baby you okay?” You turn your head to your right and realise it’s Rafe. He’s okay, he’s alive and he’s sitting on the bed next to you. Relief floods through you like a tidal wave.

“Is it the nightmare again?” He asks. You nod, signalling him that he’s right.

“It’s okay baby I got you. Here, come back to sleep,” he says, gently pulling you into his arms. You smile and cuddle him, clinging to the illusion of safety his embrace provides. You close your eyes again trying to fall back to sleep till your alarm suddenly rings.

You wake up with a tear running down your cheek. You hit the snooze button and realise that was a dream and this time, it’s the true reality. You look to the other side of your bed, it’s empty. It always has been for quite a while now. The truth is, that night after Rafe collapsed, you called for an ambulance. On the way to the hospital, they try everything to make his heart beat again, but nothing works. It was too late. He had lost too many blood before that you weren’t aware of and that same night, Rafe had died in your arms.

It’s been 3 years since the tragic. You keep having the same dream almost every night. Part of you is grateful that you and Rafe had ended in good terms but another part of you knows that the truth is you’ll never get the chance to redeem yourself and be a better partner. There’s nothing remaining other than the memories that will haunt you forever.

Rafe, if you’re hearing this, I love you, I’m sorry.

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acotarxreader · 7 months ago

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Stress Relief

Azriel X Reader

Synopsis: Working for the Night Court has become near impossible with Azriel determined to drive you out the door but can a camping trip arranged by Rhys smooth things over.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, frenemies to lovers, lots of dialogue, if you see a typo no you didn't

A/N: Hehe this kinda long but I wanted to keep the chaos to one part. I'm finding writing since Other Worlds a bit stressy so I think posting this nonsense will help with that and we can return to out regularly scheduled programming. Let me know what you think!

Requests open! (I am working on your Cass request if you see this anon👀 )

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“YN you need to fucking relax”

“I suggest that you keep quiet Azriel if you'd like to keep your head attached to your shoulders” Azriel rolled his eyes at you from the couch as you paced up and down, trusty list in hand.

“I’m just saying you’ll give yourself a heart attack”

“Hey! Do you want me to add your name to this list!”

“Az would only want to be on it if it's your To Do list” A pillow flew from alongside Azriel right at Cassian as he howled.

“I’ll relax once we get there”

“Why do you get so fucking neurotic when it comes to travelling?”

“Why are you so fucking anno-”

“Okay okay stop it you too! We promised Feyre no fighting on Rhy’s big camping trip, she’s already upset Elain won’t come, just don’t add to her stress” You and Azriel groaned like scolded children at Cassian’s words. You counted the bags again, checking off your list as you went. Azriel stood to grab his bag, coming chest to chest with you before pushing past.

“I’m flying ahead because I can’t be around her uptight ass anymore”

“Aw you look at my ass” you smiled sarcastically as Cassian laughed in the background.

You all finally arrived deep within the woods of the Night Court, luggage crashing down around the group. You couldn’t stop thinking that you had forgotten everything, glancing from the list to the pile repeatedly, your friends happily unpacking. The night had already begun to creep in, Azriel and you delaying the group by fighting about which was the fastest route to take. You busied yourself fixing up some of the tents as Azriel dug through the pile of bags in search of his own.

“YN, what’s the plan for us sleeping together?”

“Excuse me?” you deadpaned to Azriel.

“Sor-Sorry I meant the plan for sleeping?” he quickly corrected himself, his shadows doing their best to cover his rosie cheeks.

“Well, Feyre & Rhysand, Cassian & Nesta, Amren & Mor and then I guess you and Lucien and then I get my own tent” you beamed, shaking a sleeping bag from its case.

“Funny how that worked out isn't it” he remarked and you rolled your eyes but the group agreed to the sleeping arrangements, with further prodding for Lucien to agree.

You gathered around the fire, feasting on the fire-roasted food Cassian did his best not to cremate, trading life stories in pure unadulterated ease, everything Rhysand had wanted for this trip. You swaddled yourself deeply into your sleeping bag as the fire began to sink beneath its tinder.

“Do you regret leaving Summer Court for us YNN?”

“I think I love the Night Court more than I ever could Summer” You smiled in reply to Cassian, your eyes flashing to Rhysand briefly before he launched into his favourite Tarquin story, Azriel noticing the fleeting glance seemingly tinged with an element of sadness.

“You like it even though being an emissary to the Seasonal Courts clearly makes you want to pull your hair from your head?” Azriel whispered to you.

“You and your antics are the only thing that causes me to do that, I seriously think you need a refresher training on diplomacy” you bit back to his sharp whisper. You had shared the job with Lucien but soon found yourself taking on the brunt of the work as Lucien was lost in Elain.

“You need to stop being so uptight seriously, I think you need to be fucked or something, anything to get you to relax” Your head whipped towards him, the group laughing at Rhysand's story, choosing to ignore the two of you, assuming it was an argument. You huffed out in disgust at Azriel, he watched your chest release the full capacity of air from your lungs before taking another deep breath. You shuffled slightly in the sheet, wrapping the sleeping bag tighter around yourself and facing back towards the fire. It was then Azriel realised he was fully staring at your chest.

“I didn't…I didn't mean that I want to be the one to….fuck you…I meant …”

“Just stop talking Az” you scoffed, choosing to listen to Rhysand instead as Azriel mentally cursed himself for losing his edge over you. The fire sank until it went out, the laughter from the group lighting the forest.

“Okay, it's like 2am, time for bed kids especially if we’re going for the hike tomorrow” Rhysand stood, pulling a sleepy Feyre to her feet. The group said their good nights as you climbed into your canvas home. You stretched along the fabric floor and sank into sleep easily, tired from the day as you balled up in your opened-out sleeping bag.

“Hey! YNN! Wake up!”

“I swear to the Gods you better be a super polite Naga about to rip my head off otherwise you’ll wish you were” you breathed out without opening your eyes, the sound of your tent zip worse than a blaring alarm to your sleepy state.

“It’s Az, I need to sleep in here, push over” he collapsed next to you without invitation, your hand sailing outwards to clock him flat into the chest with a thud.

“Az, what the fuck? It's like 3am, get the fuck out we’re not braiding one another's hair!” you whisper-shouted at him while you sat up.

“Lucien is snoring like he’s trying to deafen me and I don’t fancy interrupting Mor and Amrens beauty sleep and as for the mates, I don’t need to explain why I don’t want to go in there” you sighed at him as he gave you a look that said he wasn’t going anywhere. You sank back into the canvas, Azriel pulling the sleeping bag from you.

“Az” you bit out.

“I’m not going to freeze to death because you’re a blanket thief”

“You’re going to find yourself on the other side of the zip if you don’t go to sleep” you said, rolling into the slack of the sleeping bag, pulling it fully from Azriel. He almost grunted at the action, catching the end and whipping it from under you, sending you rolling into the wall of the tent.

“Az!” you barked and he raised his hands up in surrender. You sank beneath the cover again, moving closer to Azriel to spread the sleeping bag more evenly. Azriels eyes fixed on the mesh vents on the tent roof, the sound of the night filling the tent.

“Do you ever think you’ll go back to the Summer Court?” Azriel broke the silence that filled the tent, you sighed before replying.

“If you keep being a prick then maybe” you deflected the question successfully.

“I’m a prick because I care” You laughed at his joking tone, rolling to your side to face him more, hands tucked in under your cheek.

“As much stress as you and Cass and your antics cause me, which is a lot might I add, I would find it very hard to leave you freaks” you half laughed, eyes still heavy.

“We’d miss you” he admitted

“I mean who would keep your secrets from one another if not me” you teased.

“What secrets?” you tapped the side of your nose lazily and Azriel nudged you slightly in annoyance at your grin.

“Fine fine emmm.... Cass is the one who told all those females in the Rita's where to find you when you were home” you yawned into a light laugh. Azriel felt annoyance grow in him at this revelation, that had caused him months of being harassed by all sorts from every walk of life.

“I swear I’m going t-”

“Just leave it Shadowsinger” you gave a small laugh, grabbing his hand as he went to leave the nest you’d both made, pulling him back down and forgetting to let go, you lost your fight to sleep then, entirely drifting back off. Azriel glanced at you sleeping peacefully next to him and found himself surprised at enjoying holding your hand beneath the sleeping bag.

Azriel stayed awake for half an hour, staring up at the canvas above him, torn between the growing pain in his shoulder and not wanting to let go of your hand. The nerves felt like they were screaming as the muscles went dead in his arm, an idea coming to him. He quickly rolled towards you while releasing your hand and grabbing the other but he greatly misjudged the distance, sending his head straight into yours. You almost immediately dropped his hand to place it on the bump growing on your head, Azriel feeling regret for waking you but more so for letting you go.

“You're such a freak Shadowsinger” You laughed half asleep before rolling in closer to him and draping your arm across his waist, pulling yourself closer to him softly, resting your head between the pillow and his chest. Azriel felt such an unfamiliar level of comfort at the movement but also a new level of confusion.

You moved from next to him then, leaning on your elbow to prop yourself up and look at him as puzzled as he looked at you.

“Sorry I-I don't know why I did that”

“Emm it’s okay YN…it was actually kinda comfortable…I’m ok-ay if you’re okay with it” he spoke the words with caution and you found a sigh of relief leave you that you didn’t know you had. You rolled away from Azriel to face the tent wall, his face slightly greying with nerves, had he been vulnerable to the wrong person? He braced for your rejection only for it not come, instead you shuffled slightly down and laid your back flat into his chest. Azriel cautiously moved his arm across your waist, only to have you catch hold of his hand and move it across faster, forgetting to release his hand again.

Azriel nestled his chin on top of your head, pulling you in as close as he could as you both tangled your legs together. He felt so entirely comforted by how close you were to him…too close he thought suddenly. He shuffled in the bed a little to try to hide the part of him betraying any sense of secrecy he had about his changing feelings towards you. You just moved back to where you were, leaving him no place to hide. Azriel felt your whole body smirk against him as you traced little circles along the back of his hand with your thumb, he hated how you were winning.

“You’re not hard for me to read Azriel” he definitely heard the smirk from you. He refused to let you win, he tried to push the embarrassment from his voice before speaking again-

“Well I hardly think that's surprising, I already told you what I think needs to happen for you to relax” he barely whispered, your body's turn to stiffen in the bed alongside him, he smiled with the point he won.

Azriel slowly moved to hover his mouth above your neck, both so still in the movement that he could almost see the hairs on your neck stand on their end. He gave little thought to his next movement, now acting on his instinct as he met your neck almost painfully softly. He kissed you there until you found your neck flexing to allow him more access. A betraying soft moan of approval escaped you as Azriel smiled into the nips he gave you, gaining a further point advantage.

You couldn’t let him hold the win for long as you began to push yourself into his growing length, a low growl escaping him before he reburied himself in your neck, more feverishly this time. Your hand wrapped tighter around his as you began to grind into him, encouraging him further. You rolled onto your back, Azriel now almost hovering over you and moved without thinking. He leaned down and met his lips with yours. Electric, you were electrifying one another. This night was going further than you both thought it would. Sex was one thing but kissing someone like that and feeling such overwhelming desire as a result was another thing. You both separated almost surprised at the waves of confusion mixed with yearning.

“I-I didn’t mean to… I shouldn’t have…” Azriel didn’t know what he was saying, almost begging you with his eyes to say anything.

“I-” you were cut off by the sound of Lucien's loud sneeze from across the fire pit causing you both to almost jump. It hit you both then what you were about to do, with all your friends mere metres away.

“Night Azriel” was all you found yourself saying before rolling back to face the wall of the tent, not taking his arm with you. Azriel cursed in his head before lying back down on the canvas. He didn’t sleep for the rest of the night, the thought of what could have been controlling his thoughts. He didn’t think you were asleep either but didn’t challenge you on it, what had you both done?

You rolled over to find the space next to you empty as the sun leaked in the thin canvas the next morning. You ran your hands down your face, cursing your actions from the night previous. You got dressed haphazardly, removing a mirror from your pack to braid your hair back, your eyes falling on deep maroon markings on the side of your neck. You traced them gently with your fingertips, a small smile escaping you at the memory.

“YN! Get up! We’re leaving in 10” Cassian's voice accompanied him banging on the top of your tent, chasing your smile away. You ran your hands through the loose braid, separating it out again to cover the evidence of your lapse in judgment.

You hauled yourself out through the soft door once you were dressed to find your friends all laughing at one of Cassian's stories, ready and waiting for you to set off. Your eyes landed on Azriel as he tilted his head back laughing before his eyes met yours, he almost instantly tore them from you and looked back to Cassian.

The group set off bounding along the mountain in total ease, Nesta winding Rhysand up ahead of you and Cassian.

“So YN…you gonna tell me why Az won’t look at you?”

“How am I supposed to read that pain in the ass’s mind?” you replied almost too quickly to him as he raised an eyebrow, catching your hand and helping you up a steeper part of the path. You looked at the back of Azriel’s head ahead of you as he lead the group along the path to the waterfall.

“Hmm likely story YN and tell me why I could have sworn I heard Az leave your tent this morning?” he couldn’t bury the teasing tone as you sighed.

“Lucien was snoring so Azriel just stayed in my tent, no big deal” You could see the thoughts race through Cassian’s grinning face, you tilted your head slightly forward, ensuring the truth was still covered by your hair.

“Interesting, I don’t know Lucien to be a snorer” He gave a small laugh as you raised your eyebrow, only getting a playful shake of the Illyrian's head in return. A sudden slap of mud met the side of Cassian's face.

“That’s for Rita’s!“ Azriel shouted back the path, his hand having just released the ball of mud.

“You told him YN!” Cassian’s head snapped to you as you howled with laughter.

“Must have slipped out?” you tried your best to lie, only to have the broad male throw you over his shoulder as you screamed in hysterics. He ran with you, the group all roaring laughing as they followed. You suddenly couldn’t feel Cassian under you as he flung you from his arms, landing with a splash into the large lake.

“Cassian! I’m going to kill you!” you shrieked, the cold water bursting through you sending power coursing. You sent a tendril of water, playfully pulling Cassian from where he stood straight into the water alongside you, the group following suit in fits of laughter, leaving Azriel to watch from the rocks. Azriels eye caught the slight glimpse of his handiwork beneath your soaked hair, a pang of pride beating through him then replaced by panic. A shadow met the side of your face, draping your hair back to cover the markings. You looked towards Azriel and found yourself laughing at the action, he returned a smile.

After a day of hiking and swimming and being a bunch of fools, you all came back to the campsite ready to feast on whatever you could scrounge up.

“Okay everyone, it’s time to announce the reason behind this little trip” Rhysand announced to his family gathered around the roaring fire.

“Well, as you know, YN has been with us now for some months now-”

“Unfortunately” you hit Azriel into the chest at his sarcasm.

“Anyways-” Rhysand threw a warning glance “-YN has helped to negotiate many our trade agreements and cleaned up many of our messes-” Cassian raised a glass to you at Rhysands words, the group laughing “-But anyway, I’m sorry to announce that I have failed as your High Lord in convincing her to stay with us” the group turned to face you in almost shock.

“I know everyone I said-”

“-You said you wouldn’t leave” Azriel cut across you, semblances of pain dripping from his quick words.

“I know Az but-”

“-No, you said you wouldn’t leave” his words turned to tones of anger, the group looking amongst themselves, feeling as though they were intruding.

“Yes but Az, I’m needed at home, they’re still recovering from Amarantha and Tarquin needs m-”

“-But I- I mean we need you!” He stood from the log to look down at you, your sad eyes meeting his. Suddenly aware of the scene he was making he dissolved into shadow as you tried to call after him.

“I better go-”

“No Cass, I'll go” you winnowed out of the clearing.

Azriel crashed into his room in the House of Wind. Mixtures of emotions spinning in his head like the shadows around his heels.

“Az” he whipped around to see you stood with your hands up chest level in surrender.

“Here to pack your bags?” he chewed out.

“Oh fuck off Azriel, don’t actually pretend you want me to stay” you matched his tone.

“And why do you say that?” he snapped back.

“Because you’re the reason I’m leaving!” he took a small step back in shock at your sharp admission. He sat down on the edge of his bed, brow furrowing in thought.

“What have I done to you?”

“What haven’t you done!? You go out of your way to make my job difficult, every motion I put forward you try to shoot down, you’re constantly following me watching every move I make waiting me to fuck up! Now you have what you want, I’m leaving!” you paced up and down in front of him, releasing the tension you held in your shoulders.

“I don’t want you to leave” he sounded almost offended that you thought so.

“What?”

“You really think I want you to leave…especially after last night” he stood from the bed, stepping in front of you to stop your pacing.

“I thought that especially after last night you’d want me to leave” You half laughed.

“At least I guess I’ve given you something to remind you of me” he gave the smallest smile, his hand sweeping your hair off your shoulder to look at his busy work as you felt yourself blush.

“Don’t leave YN, who would I play with?”

“Cass maybe” you grinned, something seemingly darkening in his eyes.

“I don’t want to fuck him” he breathed out.

“That’s not what Rhys told me” You laughed again before noticing his serious eyes.

“Please don’t leave me YN”

“And what will I tell Tarquin?” you chuckled, unsure what to do with Azriels edgy tone. His hand found yours, hazel eyes fixated on you.

"Tell him you're preoccupied" "With what exactly" he moved closer to you with your words ever so slightly rattling out of you.

“Az if we kiss…this might become more than what either of us wants”

"What if its what we both want?" he was mere millimetres from you now, unable to fight against this magnetic force pulling you forward. Something bubbling between you both, the electricity coursing through the space between you both again as you kissed so sweetly. Your eyes snapped open to find his eyes meeting yours, gently pulling back from one another. Mate. Mate. Mate.

“YN- you’re my-”

“-Mate” you breathed while looking at him with such unadulterated love. Azriel burst into laughter with you following suit.

“Now you really can’t leave me”

“How convenient” you smiled, running your hands through your hair, Azriel tracing the bitemark's outline with his heated gaze.

“Care for some stress relief YN?” Azriels hands went straight for your hips, the feeling of the small calluses meeting your soft sides sent pulses down you both. He met your neck, the same place he had last night, cupping his hands beneath your lower legs and lifting you from the ground, your legs wrapped around his waist

“Why can't I keep away from you?” You breathed, the hairs on Azriel’s neck standing on their end.

“Why does that make me so happy?” Was all he could manage before reconnecting to your neck. Azriel carried you to the bed before throwing you down and closely following in pursuit. You knotted your fingers through his hair and forced down the moan trying to escape at the pleasure of having him nip you. You tugged his hair until he pulled from you to face you.

“I want all of you”

Azriel cautiously lowered his mouth to yours until they met again. Much like the first time electricity coursed through both of you but unlike the last time, neither pulled away, only growing hungrier.

You could feel him hardening against your thigh, no longer able to fight the little victory you were going to give him, you moaned gently. He smirked hard into the kiss before it became more feverish. Your hand ran across him beneath the fabric of his trousers, his turn to groan.

“You're wearing too many clothes” he rasped as you smirked and pulled your shirt from over your head, he gently caught your jaw as he kissed along it.

“I want revenge for these” you smirked, wrapping your leg into his side to flip him so you straddled him on top. Your teeth grazed his neck with heat as he sat up in the bed with you on his lap. He pulled his shirt from over his head, his hands replacing on your hips to support you, his groaning encouraging you on.

“Enough teasing YN, I need you” he said darkly, flipping you onto your back and yanking your trousers free from your legs to discard them. Azriel kissed you sweetly before moving down the shape of your body, peppering kisses along the trail to your entrance. You felt your legs begin to tremble under his touch, begging for more as his fingers began to play with your clit, your hands tangling in his hair with a moan.

“You’re so ready for me YN, its intoxicating” he began to kiss around you and slowly his fingers began to move in and out while he sucked your clit. You felt the tension build in your abdomen, the greatest realess you ever had just a few movements away until he stopped entirely. You looked down between your legs to meet his eyes as he moved to hover above you again, discarding his own trousers in the process.

“You’re so beautiful YNN” Your hand met the side of his face softly before pulling him back down into a searing kiss. Your fingers began to drag up and down his bear back before tracing the spines of his wings as they began to splay in their relaxed state.

“Is that okay Azriel?” you whispered watching his eyes close with the building pleasure.

“Nothing has ever been more okay” he leaned his head towards your hand, taking the waves of pleasure in his stride before lowering back down to meet you sweetly.

Azriel slowly then began to enter you, you both almost meeting your release at the feeling. He slowly began to drag in and out as the sensation grew with its addictive nature, he increased his speed, spurred on by your hitching breath. The pressure growing and growing and growing, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your back arched until the band snapped sending you into overdrive as every nerve in your body stood to attention and then exploded. You practically screamed his name sending him over the edge, returning the sentiment by moaning your name, collapsing next to you while riding out his high.

“I had no idea how much I needed to hear you say my name like that YN” Azriel finally found some composure to rasp out, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you in. You tried not to cringe in embarrassment as you buried a laugh into his chest.

“Don’t go shy on me now” he laughed, kissing the top of your head. You rolled onto your elbows to look into his eyes as they lit up for you. You hauled the duvet up around you, leaving a small corner for Azriel to tug at.

“Why must I be mated to a blanket thief?”

“Why must I be mated to a pain in the ass?”

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Healing Touch | Chapter 5: Return Home

Chapter summary: You and Logan travel to Alberta in search for some answers as he slowly regains his memory.

Masterlist

This chapter contains a lot of Logan’s origin story, but it’s more based on the comic than the movie X-Men Origins: Wolverine.

7K words… who am I?

It’s been a few busy weeks to say the least.

After you and Logan agreed on working on his trauma together, you started having small sessions at night where you would use your power on him. In each session you placed your hands on each side of his head while he laid down on the lab’s bed and started healing his amnesia. You worked slowly, not wanting to trigger any bad memory without warning.

There was only so much you could do, and there was no guarantee any of it would work. Your powers only worked on a physical level, meaning you could heal parts of Logan’s brain that didn’t heal on their own, despite his enhanced healing. But Charles saw this as an opportunity to train and even expand your powers, hoping that in time you would be able to heal the emotional type of wounds, or be the one to caused them.

Fragments of Logan’s memories began to resurface, scattered and incomplete, like pieces of a puzzle he wasn’t sure how to assemble. He remembered his parents: his mother, Elizabeth, and the man he believed to be his father, John Howlett. He could recall the house he’d grown up in, the details hazy but still familiar. He even knew his name wasn’t really Logan. But that was where the trail ended.

What had happened to them? How had he discovered his mutation? The answers felt just out of reach, buried beneath layers of fog he couldn’t penetrate, no matter how hard you tried.

In search of more answers, you started planning your trip to his childhood home: Howlett Estate. You would take a flight to Lloydminster and then drive for two hours to Cold Lake. Originally you suggested taking a smaller plane from Lloydminster to Cold Lake’s regional airport, but took pity on Logan’s distaste for flying and decided to rent a car instead.

You knew this would be hard on Logan, facing his memories and old traumas wasn’t easy, so you wanted to make sure this was a pleasant trip.

Coincidently, the trip took place during Jean and Scott’s wedding, so Logan wouldn’t be in the mansion during that time. Hopefully this trip would also help you rebuild your trust in Logan. Despite reassuring him over and over again that you’d forgiven him already, your friendship changed and required a lot of care to go back to how it was before.

The day of the flight you had maps, flyers and all kinds of accessories for your trip, and you had a blast going from one place to the other in the airport, getting lots of snacks and things to pass the time. Logan was never too far behind, following you around and indulging on anything you wanted.

Despite his nervousness, Logan enjoyed seeing you so excited and bubbly, but most importantly, so relaxed around him. He worried your friendship was ruined when he first hurt you but you were slowly building the trust back up.

It was only after you landed at Lloydminster and got in the rental that the real fun started.

“I booked the cutest, cosiest looking Bed & Breakfast I could find, it’s adorable.” You said as you entered the address to the GPS. Logan groaned from the driver’s seat.

“I’m regretting this already.” He joked. “You know what? I take that back, I regretted this the moment you gave me a plane ticket.”

You laughed.

“Oh come on! It wasn’t so bad! I took your nausea away, didn’t I?”

His frown deepened.

“I still don’t like flying. If men were meant to fly, we would be born with wings.”

“Good thing I’m not a man.” You joked. “Be glad I got us a car instead of another flight for this part. Just drive, old man.” You said before opening a bag of snacks.

“Old man? Fuck off.”

You giggled.

“Aren’t you like a thousand years?”

Logan scoffed.

“...No.” He said after an awkward silence. “Your math is off. Also, don’t eat in the car, you’ll leave crumbs all over.”

You giggled again, and despite his grumpiness, Logan smiled.

“Whatever you say, grandpa.”

“Fuck you!” He said, but there was no malice in his voice. You just looked at him and took another bite of your snack.

“I’m hungry!” You said as an excuse. “Do you want some?”

“Nah, I’m fine. I don’t like candy.” He said, throwing you a look.

“Who the hell doesn’t like candy?” You asked dramatically “I think I have some Sour Patch kids around here, you’ll like them.” You said as you looked through your back.

“What makes you say that?”

“Because… your face looks like you’re constantly sucking a lemon.” Logan turned his head to look at you in disbelief. “Hey! Eyes on the road!”

“What do you mean I look like I’m sucking a lemon?” He asked confused.

“You know…” You pursed your lips, frowned your brow and raised your shoulders, trying to give your best impression of Logan. “Like you’re sulking.”

“I don’t sulk.” He said.

“Right… And I don’t cry while watching The Notebook. Are we just telling lies now?”

“Just give me that.” He snatched the bag of sour candy from your hand. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

“Yes, but you love me anyway.” You smiled and Logan just shook his head in defeat before pouring some candy straight into his mouth.

The ride was filled with banter and jokes. Seeing Logan so relaxed and somewhat happy made your heart flutter. You had never seen him like this, and you hoped it would last.

Watching him drive with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a relaxed smile on his face also did things to you. He looked so handsome, you would try to steal glances every once in a while.

When you finally arrived at the B&B you squealed in delight and jumped out of the car. The building had a “cabin in the woods” feel to it, but much bigger in dimensions, and it was surrounded by a large garden.

“It’s perfect! Just like in the photos! Isn’t it lovely?”

“It looks like a flower shop threw up on it.”

“Ew.” Your face quickly dropped. “Just because of that, you’re carrying the suitcases while I check us in.” You said before stomping towards the door.

“I was carrying the suitcases anyway!” Logan grumbled.

He took the suitcases and quickly caught up with you as you made your way to the reception. There you were welcomed by a sweet looking old lady.

“Welcome! You must be the honeymooners, the Wyatts!” She greeted them.

You quickly shook your head, your belly filling with butterflies at the idea of the two of you looking like newlyweds.

“Oh no, we’re not together. I mean, we’re together, but not together-together… We’re not married!” You tried to explain awkwardly while Logan tried not to laugh. “We booked two bedrooms under the name Howlett.” You said, your face growing hot.

“Yeah, we book two rooms in case the first bed breaks.” Logan joked, making you open your eyes so widely he thought they would pop out of your head.

“Logan!” You hissed and slapped his chest. Logan simply smiled and winked at you. Any other time you would be giggling like crazy at the idea of Logan and you breaking a bed, but you weren’t alone. The lady looked back and forth between the two of you before handing you two keys.

“You have room 13 and 14, they’re down that hall, across from each other. Breakfast is served from 7 to 10 in the dining room.”

You took the keys and nodded your head.

“Thank you ma’am.” you said before walking away fast, your face warm.

Your room was beautiful. It was tastefully decorated, had flowers on pretty much every surface, and the bed looked very cozy. You jumped on the mattress while Logan put your suitcase down.

“Comfortable?” He asked.

“Mhmmm.” You were barely audible with your face squished against the covers. Logan chuckled.

You felt the bed dip and raised your head to see Logan sitting down on the foot of the bed. He looked like there was something he wanted to say, so you sat up on the bed to give him your full attention.

“So, um… Listen,” He cleared his throat. “I just wanted to say… I appreciate everything you’re doing for me. You didn’t have to do any of this, but you did, and I wanted to say thank you.”

You smiled shyly. Logan wasn’t a man of many words, so when he opened up like this you made sure to appreciate it and soak into the moment.

“Nothing to thank me for. Helping people is what I do, it’s what I love. Maybe I never realized there are other ways I can help other than using my powers.” You shrugged. “I guess I never had a friend that mattered to me as much as you do.” You said with a certain vulnerability in your voice. Of course you left out the part of you being completely, utterly in love with him.

The admission took Logan by surprise. How could you, a sweet, selfless, beautiful woman not be surrounded by people you loved and loved you back.

“Why?” He asked. You tilted your head and frowned.

“Why, what?”

“Why me?” He shook his head, confused. “Not only I didn’t do anything to earn your friendship, but I also hurt you. You could have so many friends, so many people, why did you stick with me?”

You stared at him for a moment in shock.

“What do you mean you didn’t do anything to earn my friendship? You’re the first friend I made at the mansion.”

“That’s it?” Logan scoffed.

“For starters.” You placed your hand on top of his and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “Logan, you earned my friendship with respect and support. Most friendships don’t start with great gestures, they start with kind words, spending time together, showing kindness. My first morning there I was nervous but you told me I would be okay. Words matter, Logan. And I knew I wanted you officially in my life the day you took me to the hospital to help. Remember?”

Logan looked down at your hands together and nodded.

“I remember thinking I had never seen anything like it. Not only you healed those kids, but the relief their parents must’ve felt…” He said softly. “And you never cared about people giving you credit…”

You chuckled.

“It’s better that way.” You shrugged. “I also knew we would be friends when you started training me. You didn’t think I would be useless on the battlefield just because I don’t have fighting skills. I appreciated that, I appreciated you having faith in me.”

Logan rolled his eyes.

“I couldn’t have you running around trying to save everyone but not knowing how to protect yourself.” He said teasingly.

“I would’ve been okay. I can heal, remember?”

“Just because you can heal doesn’t mean you should allow yourself to get hurt in the first place.” Logan whispered.

Those words touched you deeply. Without even thinking you leaned in and kissed his cheek. Logan blinked and looked anywhere but you, the tips of his ear turning red.

“I think that’s the sweetest thing you ever said to me. Thank you.” You whispered.

Logan cleared his throat and got up, dropping your hand in the process.

“Right. Of course. Anyway, we have a big day tomorrow, right?” He rubbed his palms on his jean-clad thighs, looking awkward as hell. You nodded your head.

“Meet me at 9 for breakfast and we’ll head to the Howlett Estate afterwards.” you said.

“Aye Captain!” He picked his suitcase on his way to the door and turned to look at you. He looked like he wanted to say something again, but this time he just pressed his lips into a thin line.

“Good night, Logan.” you said after a moment.

“Good night, sweetheart. I’ll see you in the morning.” he winked at you and walked out.

Logan was used to sleepless nights, but tonight felt different. His mind kept drifting to you, no matter how hard he tried to push the thoughts away. At one point, he got up, rummaging through his jacket until he found his lighter. The one you’d given him. He turned it over in his hand, his thumb brushing over the engraving, something he often did when he thought of you.

Yet you managed to get him flustered all over again. The little kiss on the cheek you gave him earlier was driving him mad. It had been so long since he felt anything like this, so kind and gentle, so intimate without being sexual, he didn’t know how to act about it.

There was no way he could keep denying it: he had feelings for you. Could you possibly feel the same way? Your last conversation was about your friendship, how come all the sudden friendship wasn’t enough? Where did all these feelings fit in?

Logan raked a hand through his hair, frustration tugging at him. You were everything he wasn’t: beautiful, sweet, kind. The kind of person who made the world a little brighter just by existing. Surely you didn’t feel the same way about him... right? You were kind to everyone; that was just who you were. It didn’t mean you liked him.

Still, he couldn’t ignore how deeply these feelings had crept up on him. They hadn’t come all at once but had grown slowly, quietly, in the peaceful moments you’d shared: the late-night talks, the easy silences that somehow said more than words ever could. He hadn’t even realized how much you’d come to mean to him, until tonight. Until that kiss.

This would explain why he felt so jealous of Alex Summers, why he was so traumatized by the sight of your blood on his hands. Only you could get him to board a plane willingly, so what else would he do for you?

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, his voice heavy with frustration. Things were about to get a lot more complicated. There was no way he could tell you how he felt. You deserve the best: someone kind, someone who could give you everything you deserved. That wasn’t him. Not after everything he’d done. Especially not after that night…

The memory hit him like a punch to the gut. The night he attacked you. The guilt from that moment never left him, gnawing at the edges of his mind. You’d forgiven him, but he hadn’t forgiven himself. He didn’t deserve someone like you, not after that. Not ever.

Logan sat back on the edge of the bed, staring down at the lighter in his hand. His thoughts spiraled, a storm of self-loathing and regret. He convinced himself, as he always did, that he was destined to be alone. No good woman would ever settle for someone like him, let alone you.

The next morning arrived with an unexpected cold, so you threw on your warmest clothes and headed to the main hall for breakfast, excitement bubbling inside you at the idea of finding out more about Logan’s past.

But the feeling wouldn’t last. When you got to the dining room you found Logan was already there, looking grumpier than usual. He had a deep frown on his face, and looked at his coffee cup as it had personally offended him.

“Hey, good morning.” You greeted him.

When he looked up at you, his face softened and his shoulders seemed to relax.

“Morning. Slept well?” He asked as you sat down across from him.

“Not really, I guess I was too excited about today to sleep. What about you?”

Logan mulled over it for a moment.

“Same.” He said simply.

“Are you okay?” You asked. “We don’t have to do it today if you’re not ready.” You reassured him. He quickly shook his head.

“No, there’s no point dragging this on any longer.” He ran a hand down his face. Your heart ached for him, he looked tired and angry.

“Logan…” You went to reach his hand, but he quickly pulled it away.

“You should go get some breakfast, we have a long day ahead.”

You got up and headed to the table where the food was served. If Logan wanted to be a grumpy cat, so be it.

He really did look like he was sucking a lemon.

The ride to the Estate was quiet, a big contrats from the ride the day before. There was no banter or jokes, just music playing softly on the radio.

When you finally reached the Estate, you let out a whistle.

“Damn, Logan! I didn’t know you grew up filthy rich.” You joked. The main building, a manor that seemed frozen in time, stud tall and big at the top of a hill, surrounded by a vast land.

“Neither did I.” He said with a somber tone. Being back here after so long made Logan feel uneasy, like he was entering a sacred place that was prohibited to him, while at the same time walking into a dangerous place. Either way, he didn’t want to be there. You could tell this wasn’t easy for him and you wanted to make him feel at ease, but you could only help him as much as he would allow it. And right now he was being too stubborn for that.

When he parked the car you both got out, but as Logan headed to the door he noticed you weren’t following. Instead you stood by the car, arms crossed on your chest and a pout on your face.

“You coming or what?” He asked annoyed.

“No.” You stomped your foot like a child about to throw a tantrum. “Not until you tell me why you’re being such an ass this morning.” You pressed.

Logan glared at you.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Come on.”

You shook your head.

“Nope. Something happened and I wanna know what.”

Logan groaned.

“Coming here was your idea, so come on, let’s get moving.”

But you didn’t budge, shaking your head.

“You’re doing it again!” You said.

“Doing what?” Logan asked confused.

“Pushing me away.” You replied, your voice shaking. It made Logan stop in his tracks. He had sworn he wouldn’t push you away again. With a defeated sigh he ran a hand down his face and walked back towards you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to. I guess I’m really stressed right now, not knowing what we may find there.” He said pointing at the building with his thumb over his shoulder. “I barely got any sleep but I don’t mean to take it out on you.” He reassured you.

Damn, you really had him wrapped around your finger, didn’t you?

“Why didn't you just tell me? You know you can tell me anything.” The sad look on your face, with a little pout on your lips, made Logan’s defense crumble.

“I know, I’m sorry sweetheart. You already did so much for me I didn’t want to burden you with something else.”

You pouted even more.

“After all this time you still haven’t learned that you’re not a burden for me.” You shook your head and stepped closer. “I guess I’ll just have to keep reminding you.” You took his hand and walked towards the door. “Come on!”

Logan smiled softly. Of course you forgave him right away, you just couldn’t stay mad at him.

He was so screwed!

“Is it anything like you remember?” You asked him and he looked around the building.

“Somewhat, yeah. But mostly things look out of place.”

Several families lived there after the Howletts, and in the latest decades functioned as a museum, so changes were to be expected, but at least most of the structure was left the same since the last time Logan was there.

You were spotted by an employee behind a counter.

“Welcome to Howlett Estate! Would you like a guided tour?” He asked.

“No.” Logan said simply. You threw him a look.

“We would like to explore on our own, but we may have questions for later.” You added politely.

“Okie dokie! Here are some flyers and you can use your phones to download more information.”

You took the flyers and smiled.

“Thank you!” You said before taking Logan by the arm and walking away. “I like him, he says okie dokie.” Logan simply rolled his eyes.

Stepping into the museum felt like traveling through a time machine. The furniture, the lamps, the carefully preserved clothes, all of it carried the weight of 200 years of history. You couldn’t help but wish these artifacts could speak, sharing the stories they had witnessed. How many footsteps had echoed through these halls? How many secrets were tucked away within these walls?

With your arm gently hooked around Logan's, you strolled at a leisurely pace, making sure he didn’t rush through the space. You wanted him to take it all in, to truly absorb every detail around him.

In the main room rested an imposing portrait of the Howlett family: John, Elizabeth and little James.

“Is that you?” You whispered pointing at the boy on the painting.

“I think so.”

“Awww you were so cute!” You gushed. Logan blinked and looked away, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Look at those little shorts!”

“I looked ridiculous in those clothes.” He deflected.

“Uh I’m sure they were very fashionable at the time.” You shrugged. “Your mom was very beautiful.”

Logan stared at the woman in the painting with a newfound pain in his chest: he craved for a motherly love he never felt. For someone who lived such a long life, he surely missed out on a lot of things.

“She really was.” He said softly.

You stayed quiet, knowing Logan needed a moment to process everything. There were signs of recognition in his eyes, but you didn’t dare to ask. If he wanted to share a memory with you, he would let you know.

You moved from one room to the other, until you reached a children’s bedroom and Logan stopped in his tracks.

“I remember this place…” He walked in slowly, taking everything in.

“Yeah?” You were curious. “Was this your bedroom?”

“I think so. It looked a bit different then, but yeah…”

“You had a big ass bed.” You pointed out the fancy mahogany bed. “I bet you were very spoiled.” You teased, but you dropped your playfulness when you saw the lost look on Logan’s face.

“I remember spending a lot of time in bed. I was a sickly kid.” He then walked to the bed and stared at it for a moment. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Suddenly Logan pushed the bed to the side, as if it weighed nothing.

“Logan!” You chastised. “We’re not supposed to touch anything!”

“Just keep watch.” Logan said before kneeling down and reaching behind the head of the bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked before leaning against the door, watching out for anyone coming your way.

“I left something in here…” he tapped around the wall until he heard a hollow sound. The room had clearly been reformed through the years, but to Logan’s surprise his little hidden spot was untouched. With one of his claws he managed to pull out a piece of skirting board and there it was: his little box of treasures.

He quickly put the board back in its place and then moved the bed.

“What is that?” You asked as you both sat on the bed. Logan opened the tin box, dust flying everywhere, and was met with little pieces of his childhood. There was an uncharacteristic tenderness in the way Logan picked the first item, his movements careful and deliberate, a stark contrast to his usual rough manner.

It was a little lead soldier.

“I remember this, my grandfather got it for me during a business trip.” He said before going for another item, and then another, and another. “He wasn’t very nice, so little things like this meant a lot to me.”

In the box were all kinds of things a boy could treasure: a few colorful marbles, a feather, some coins…

“It’s like a time capsule.” You whispered before reaching in and taking a postcard from the box. It had a beautiful painting of a rose. You turned it around and read outloud “Love you forever, your little flower -Rose.” You smiled softly. “Mmmm who’s Rose?”

Logan took a moment to think before picking the car.

“A childhood friend.” He said. It was a lie, or at least not the whole truth. Logan and Rose’s story was a long and messy one, one that ended in tragedy.

“A childhood friend.” You repeated with a scoff. “I didn’t know you called your friends “little flowers”.” you teased, elbowing him playfully.

Logan rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” He said before snatching the card from your hand and placing it back in the box. If it wasn’t because of the shy smile on his face you would think he was actually mad.

Then something in the box caught his attention and his smile dropped. You watched as he carefully picked up an old pocket watch from the box.

“This was my father’s.” He said softly. “It was broken, so he didn’t use it anymore. He told me I could keep it and maybe one day I would figure out how to fix it.” He frowned, caressing the watch with his thumb, the same way he did with his lighter. “That day never came.” He said sadly.

You watched him quietly, before placing your hand on his back and rubbing soothing circles on it.

“You just got a piece of him back, that’s something…” You commented.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Excuse me?” A voice behind you said. You quickly threw your coat on Logan’s lap, hiding the box, before turning to see a tour guide standing by the door. “You’re not supposed to sit on the bed.” He said, a disapproving look on his face.

“Right! Of course! I’m sorry!” You jumped from the bed and walked towards him. “So, I have some questions, I saw there are a lot of portraits on the staircase, are they members of the Howlett family? Who are they?” You talked fast, pushing the guide out to the hall to give Logan a moment alone. You gave Logan a pointed look over your shoulder before stepping out of the room.

Logan kept looking into the box before finally closing it and putting it in your bag. He would look more into it later, for now he had to make sure you weren’t getting in trouble.

He found you asking all kinds of questions to the poor guide, who looked confused and flustered.

“... so if the mattresses were filled with feathers, how many geese or ducks would they need to fill in a king sized bed?” you asked.

“I wouldn’t know, ma’am.”

“I imagine it would be a lot!”

“Right.”

“And they made their own candles, right? Now, how do you make a candle?” You asked, playing dumb.

“I think that’s enough, sweetheart.” Logan said, stopping by your side. The guide sighed with relief.

“I have one more question!” You said before turning back to the poor guy. “What happened to the Howlett family? Are they still around?”

“I’m afraid the family’s history is a tragic one. For starters John and Elizabeth’s first son, John Jr. passed away when he was a baby. Years later they had their second son, James. There aren’t any actual records, given the time, but for what we could gather James was an illegitimate son Elizabeth had with the groundskeeper, Thomas Logan. Either way John raised James as his own. Not that he had much of a choice, at the time it would’ve been a massive scandal if people knew James was a bastard child.” while the guide talked and pointed out some portraits you glanced at Logan. There was a storm brewing behind his hazel eyes and you worried he would lash out any moment.

“Whether Mr. Howlett knew or not isn’t clear, but we do know he fired Logan. One evenight Thomas returned and the two men fought to death. It’s believed that he came back to take his son away and was killed in the process, not without mortally wounding John first. Still, someone must’ve taken little James, because he went missing after that. People in town searched for him, but he was never found.”

Slowly and very discreetly you stood by Logan and took his hand. With a squeeze to his fingers you told him you were there for him. This couldn’t be easy for him to hear. He squeezed your hand back, your touch grounding him.

“Feeling incapable of carrying on without her husband and her soon,Mrs. Elizabeth Howlett took her own life. The Howlett name remained, thanks to John’s father, who kept the place up and running until his death. He never stopped looking for James.” The guide concluded.

There was an extended silence, as everything seemed to sink in.

“That is very sad.” you said softly after a moment.

“Indeed.” the guide said. “Anything else you’d like to know?”

You looked at Logan and he shook his head.

“No, that would be all, thank you.” You replied.

“Of course, don’t forget to stop by the gift store!” the guide said before retreating away.

You turned to look at Logan fully.

“Are you okay?”

Logan barely nodded his head.

“Enough for today.” He mumbled before walking away.

It wasn’t long before you were both sitting at a table in the far corner of a bar. Logan knocked back drink after drink while you nursed a beer. The tin box laid open on the table while Logan inspected some of his old “treasures”. You were quiet for most of it, but you were worried about him and couldn’t keep silent much longer.

“Are you okay?” You asked. “I know today was intense and a lot happened, but did you at least get some answers? Any memories?”

Logan nodded before downing another drink.

“He was wrong.” He mumbled.

“Who?”

“The tour guide. He got most of the story right, but some details were wrong.” Logan took his father’s watch with a longing look. “My father didn’t kill Thomas Logan, I did.” He confessed. “That night I found out I was a mutant, I killed him with my claws… I was just a child.” He shook his head in shame.

“Oh Logan, I’m so sorry.” you said placing a hand on his arm.

“Thomas Logan was my biological father, but he didn’t mean anything to me. John Howlett didn’t raise me to avoid a scandal. He loved my mother and he loved me. In my heart he will always be my true father.”

“What happened after?” You asked.

“Rose and I ran away with help from my grandfather. The memories get hazy after that, but I do recall…” He took a deep breath. “I recall killing Rose by accident.” He said sadly.

“Oh, Logan…” You didn’t know what to say.

“I hurt everyone I care about, even before I knew I was a mutant I hurt my family.”

“No, Logan, stop. The way you were conceived wasn’t your fault, you didn’t choose to be your father’s son. You didn’t kill your mother, that’s on her.” You shook your head.

“What about Rose, uh? Or the others that came after her? My life is an endless battle, one death after the other.” He shook his head in defeat. “You should go back to the Mansion without me.”

Your heart dropped.

“What?” the question came out in a shaky voice. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“Angel…” Logan sounded exhausted. “I’m a bad man. You don’t need a bad man in your life.”

You frowned and felt hot tears threatening to spill out.

“Logan, I need you to listen to me.” You said while taking his hand over the table. “I know you say you’re a bad man because you feel guilty, because you have a conscience that weighs on you. But what if I told you that doesn’t make you a bad man. It does the opposite.” He looked at you confused. “A bad man doesn’t care if he hurts someone else, he only cares about himself. A bad man doesn’t have a conscience. And this, James Logan Howlett, is how I know you’re not a bad man. Because you care, I know you do, you care so much and behind this tough exterior there’s a good man craving forgiveness, companionship and even love.”

Logan looked at you for a moment, his eyes going from one side of your face to the other, as if he was memorizing your face.

“Sweetheart…” He breathed out.

“Please don’t leave me.” you begged, catching him by surprise. “You left once and it nearly killed me, please don’t do it again, don’t push me away.” Without realizing, tears started rolling down your cheeks. Logan reached up to touch your face and your eyelids dropped as he wiped your tears.

Your heart ached for him. You were convinced he would never love you back, not the way he loved Jean, but when he touched you like that you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of hope.

In the meantime Logan wondered how he got someone like you to care for him so much, to see the good in him when he couldn’t see it himself. You were so beautiful and if it was up to him you would never cry tears of sadness ever again.

“It’s been a long day, we both need some rest.” He said, both of you exhausted.

Once back at the B&B Logan walked you to your door.

“Will you be okay tonight?” You asked softly.

“Yeah.” Logan replied without thinking too much, before frowning and rubbing his neck. “I think so...” he added unsure. “...probably not.”

“We can stay up and talk a little bit more, if you want.” You offered.

Talking was the last thing Logan wanted to do.

“Angel…” He stepped closer, something shifting in his eyes. He lifted a hand to your face, so slowly it felt as if he was trying not to scare you, and placed it on your cheek. Your breath hitched and you tilted your head against his hand, seeking his touch. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me.” Logan whispered.

As if drawn together by an invisible force, you stepped closer until your chests were nearly brushing. Logan hesitated, his gaze searching yours for any sign to pull away, to stop. But all he found was an invitation: a soft, loving look that made him feel like the only person in the world. It was as if nothing else existed, no one else mattered, and you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“I would do anything for you, Logan.” you confessed.

And that was all Logan needed to take the next step. He leaned in and pressed his lips against you in a chaste, tentative kiss. Your hands moved up his chest to rest on each side of his neck, pulling him closer, his free hand resting on your hip.

When Logan pulled back he didn’t go far, he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes slowly and looked at him still trying to wrap your head around the fact that he had kissed you. You dreamed of this moment so many times, you weren’t ready to let go.

You tilted your head up and kissed him again, this time with more enthusiasm as the initial shock washed away.

Logan wrapped his arm around your waist while you ran your hands up his neck and your fingers through his hair. When your tongue slipped past his lips, Logan let out a low growl and pulled you closer.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” He hissed against your lips. “I should’ve kissed sooner.” He said before kissing you again.

“I wish you had.” You whispered.

Logan pressed you against your door, wanting to feel you impossibly close.

“I don’t think I can stop.” Logan admitted.

“I don’t want you to stop. I've wanted this for a long time.” You said, but before he could kiss you again you pulled your face away slightly. “But I need to know…”

Logan pulled back to look at you better and waited.

“Yes?”

Suddenly you felt like you couldn’t speak, no words would come out of your mouth. When Logan saw you struggle, he tilted your chin and made you look at him.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry if I pushed you too much.”

You quickly shook your head.

“No, it’s not that… It’s just that…” You took his hands, wanting to ground yourself. “If we’re going any further, I need to know it’s not because you can’t be with Jean.” You looked at him shyly. “I don’t want to be your second choice.”

Logan stared at you for a moment in shock. He knew you were aware of his feelings for Jean, you even held him when he cried over her engagement with Scott. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you had your doubts. He wanted to shut those doubts down fast.

“You’re not.” He said. “I’m an idiot, this entire time I’ve been pinning after her yet you were here by my side, putting up with my crap.” He shook his head. “All those times I talked about her, did I hurt you?”

You chewed your lower lip as you tried to come up with an answer. But you didn’t need to, Logan saw right through you.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. You instantly clinged onto him. “I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t know.” you tried to comfort him. “I’m sorry I killed the mood.”

Logan chuckled lightly against your skin.

“You didn’t kill anything. I’m glad we talked about this.” He pulled back and cupped your face. “I don’t want Jean, not anymore. I want you, even though I’m convinced I don’t deserve you.”

You rolled your eyes and gave his shirt a little tug.

“You keep saying that, can I convince you otherwise?” You asked with a flirty tone as you played with his dog tags. Logan smirked.

“Perhaps I can be persuaded.” He flirted back.

You quickly opened your bedroom door and pulled him inside. You couldn’t help but giggle as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he kicked the door shut. This was everything you dreamed of! Logan easily picked you up by your thighs and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You better not drop me!” You laughed.

“Never!” He chuckled and kissed you again.

Logan set you down carefully on the dresser where he took his time tasting your lips and exploring your mouth. Your hands wandered all over his chest, his broad shoulders, his biceps… you wanted to touch every inch of him. You couldn’t get enough of him.

At one point he pulled back and caressed your cheek.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic softness. His eyes held a rare tenderness, mirrored in the gentle way his fingers brushed against you. It was a good thing you were sitting down because your knees were weak and you felt like melting inside. “My sweet little angel.” Logan added before kissing you again.

Your hands worked on unbuttoning his flannel and quickly pushed it off his shoulder, dropping it on the floor next to his jacket.

“Logan…” You whispered against his lips. “Take me to bed…”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

You spend the rest of the night in Logan’s arms, making love and having all kinds of conversations in between, from deep and revealing to fun and silly. But you only had so much energy, and after the fourth round your eyelids started to drop. Logan watched you as you curled up against him, his fingertips caressing your arm up and down. You were breathtaking and he kicked himself for not realizing sooner.

At one point you felt the sheets rustling and the bed moving. You turned to see Logan sitting on the bed, slowly dressing himself. With your eyes heavy with sleep, you tried to sit up, lifting yourself up with your elbow.

“What are you doing?” You asked softly.

Logan turned to look at you and smiled at the sight: you looked adorable, half asleep, your hair a mess, your lips bruised from all the kisses. and the sheets barely covering your naked body.

“Go back to sleep, baby.” He whispered.

Your heart dropped.

“You’re leaving? Why?”

The worry and sadness in your voice didn’t go unnoticed to Logan.

“It’s not what you think.” He shook his head and leaned to kiss your forehead. “I just can’t fall asleep next to you.”

“Why?” you pouted.

“I’m worried I may hurt you again.” He admitted.

You looked at him for a moment, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“I wish you didn’t leave.” You wanted nothing more but to sleep in his arms.

“I know, baby, I know.” He sighed. “I’ll keep working on it, I promise. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

You reached for his hand. What he didn’t know is that this was hurting you too.

“Will I see you in the morning?”

Logan smiled and lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.

“Darling, after tonight, you won’t ever get rid of me.” He chuckled and leaned to kiss you. “Get some sleep, I’ll bring us breakfast in a few hours.” He promised.

“Mmmokay.” You sighed and nuzzled your pillow. “It better be a good breakfast, with lots of kisses.”

Logan chuckled and got up.

“All the kisses you want, my angel.”

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obessedwithfictionalmen · 9 months ago

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Chicken

John Egan X Farmer! Reader

Summary: When Meatball kills the farmer's chicken. Bucky flies to the rescue.

Warning: Animal death/ swearing/ mention of boobs/ use of Y/n/ mention of blood.

Word count: 1.2k

A/n: I'm alive y'all! And my brain functioned again!

When John Egan came to Thorpe Abbotts, he was aware of the people that already lived there. He knew they were here, but he didn’t know them personally. When he saw her riding her horse, he knew he had to introduce himself. But he didn’t have the courage to go talk to her, she looked so intimidating, riding her horse and handling the goats.

Y/n lived on her family’s farm, but her family was away, they were in Austria, the farm was their summer house, but they wanted Y/n to keep it clean and work there. Usually, she would’ve been back in Austria, but with the war, it wasn’t safe to travel. Her chores were simple, making sure the goats didn’t run away, getting the eggs from the chicken coop and keeping the stables clean. It was easy, especially since she got her horse, Fred. He was a mustang, a beast that she had trouble training, but she kept persevering and was able to ride him. She was riding Fred everywhere; she loved her horse.

‘’Cleven! Good morning’’ she greeted the blonde. They quickly became friends when he came on the base, he went to introduce himself to the people living on the base, already saying he was sorry for the future disturbance that the soldiers were going to cause. When Gale saw Y/n, he thought she was amazing and they talked for hours, quickly becoming friends. They would trade stuff together, for example, if Y/n wanted a bottle of whiskey, she would give Gale a dozen eggs. ‘’Morning Y/n! How are you?’’ he asked. ‘’Good, just counting the chickens’’ she stopped when she heard a dog barking. ‘’Why do you have a dog here?’’ she asked, stepping in front of the chickens. ‘’Brady got him, I’ll make sure he doesn’t come near the coop’’ he reassured her. ‘’He better, because if he eats any of my chickens…’’ she threatened. Meatball came running towards Buck. ‘’He’s cute, but I meant what I said’’ she looked at the dog, smiling. ‘’I’ll make sure of it’’ he smiled.

John Egan heard a horse neigh; he knew that Y/n was close. And he was right, her (Y/h/c) hair were flying in the wind, she had a cowboy hat on her head. A white tank top that made her boobs look 5 times bigger and jeans that made her legs look amazing. She was beautiful. ‘’Y/n, what’s wrong?’’ Gale asked. She got down her horse, patting him before looking at the boys. ‘’I can’t come here and say hello?’’ she smiled as she looked at Bucky. ‘’Technically, you’re on a private property’’ Murph said. She scoffed. ‘’Technically, you guys invaded our property’’ she replied. ‘’Touché’’ Murph laughed. ‘’Nice ride’’ John Egan said, looking at the horse. ‘’Thanks, that’s Fred.’’ She replied. ‘’Um, do you guys have a minute to spare? We need help moving the hay’’ she asked. ‘’Sure, we can help’’ Bucky quickly replied.

‘’Be careful with that Jeep, don’t run over my animals’’ she smiled at Bucky, before she climbed up her horse. ‘’Wanna race?’’ Bucky proposed. She gave him a challenging smile, Fred was a fast horse, he was originally supposed to be a racehorse, but Y/n bought him at the town auction. ‘’Sure, but don’t cry if you lose’’ she smiled. When Fred started to run, Bucky knew he’d already lost, he didn’t want to go too fast, in case of a loose animal. She looked like a goddess, riding that horse. He thought about her riding him for a second, but his thoughts quickly faded when he heard Meatball bark, his mouth was all bloody and he had feathers on him.

‘’Calm down! It’s only 3 chickens!’’ Gale Cleven tried to calm her down, but she was ready to skin the dog alive, Bucky was holding her so she wouldn’t kill the dog. ‘’IT’S LESS EGGS! LET ME GO! I’m going to kill that dog’’ she tried to get away, but Bucky’s grip was too hard on her waist. Meatball didn’t have any regret; he was looking around like his life wasn’t on the line. John Brady, the owner, arrived at the scene in a Jeep, with Harry Crosby and Rosie Rosenthal. The 3 bodies were lying on the ground, headless. Y/n took deep breaths and calmed down a little. ‘’What’s going on?’’ Brady asked. ‘’You’re the owner?’’ she asked, angrily. Brady nodded. ‘’Your stupid dog ate 3 of my chickens!’’ she spat, showing the corpse with her hand. Brady swallowed a nervous laugh. ‘’I told you to watch him and I’m leaving the farm for an hour, I come back, and Dave, Danny and Darrel are dead!’’ she said, looking at her chickens. Bucky had to refrain a laugh at the names of the deceased animals. ‘’I’m sorry miss, I don’t know what else to say’’ Brady explained, scratching the back of his head. She took a deep breath, realizing how crazy she looked. She touched Bucky’s hand, to show him that he could let go. She replaced her hair as she sighed. ‘’I’m sorry, I kinda overreacted. You guys can go, I’ll, uh, clean up. Sorry for the disturbance.’’ She said, with an embarrassed tone.

He felt bad for her, sure it was only 3 chickens, but still. So, that night, he decided to find the courage and go talk to her for more than four words. He rode his Jeep to her house; he nervously taped the wheel with his thumb as he shut the engine down. Seeing lights outside, Y/n got out of the house, standing on her porch, seeing it was a soldier, she wiped her hands on her pants before going down the short stairs. ‘’Major Egan, to what do I owe this visit?’’ she asked, trying to hide her joy. She found him attractive, he was a gentleman during the day and a manwhore during the night, or at least that was his reputation. ‘’Hello, please call me Bucky, and I’m here to pay you back’’ he smiled. She tilted her head. ‘’Pay me back? You owe me money?’’ she questioned. He shook his head, chuckling. ‘’No, it’s for the deceased chickens’’ he explained.

Y/n fought the urge to smirk. ‘’You want to pay me for the chickens I lost?’’ she asked. ‘’Yeah, I mean you said it yourself, it’s less eggs’’ he blurted out. Now she couldn’t fight it anymore, a smile creeped on her face as she looked at the flustered Bucky. ‘’Come inside’’ she invited. He nodded as they waled inside the small home. The smell of burnt candle filling his nose as he looked around the kitchen. ‘’Does Brady know you’re doing this?’’ she asked as they sat in the kitchen. ‘’No, it’s my idea’’ he looked on the ground, not daring to look at her in the eyes. ‘’That’s very sweet, Bucky, but I can’t accept this, you must have family that this money belongs too, what about Mrs. Egan. It’s very thoughtful but keep it’’ she politely said. He started to laugh at the mention of a Mrs. Egan. ‘’There’s no Mrs. Egan, never set that part right, and my family doesn’t need the money. Please, Y/n, take it’’ this time, their eyes were locked into each other.

‘’You know, I didn’t think you would be the one offering me money. I thought Cleven would do it’’ she said, taking a sip of her homemade alcohol. It’s been an hour since Bucky came into her home they’ve been talking ever since. ‘’He felt bad, but he has to keep it for the phones, his girlfriend wants to hear from him twice a week’’ he chucked. She smiled as she looked at him. ‘’It’s getting late, I should get back to the base’’ he said as he looked at his watch. She got an idea. ‘’Are you free for dinner tomorrow?’’ she blurted out. He looked at her, smiling. ‘’Uh, yes, why?’’ he asked. ‘’Because I enjoy your company. And I have some extra money to buy good meat.’’ She smiled. ‘’Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.’’ He leaned to kiss the top of her hand. ‘’Good night, Y/n’’ he said. ‘’Good night, Bucky, see you tomorrow’’

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cheriladycl01 · 6 months ago

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Pub Crawl - Kevin Magnussen x MalteseOlympicLacrosse! Reader

Plot: Having attended university in the UK and becoming a professional at Lacrosse meant you often stayed in the UK but what happens when your offered the opportunity to compete for your country in the Olympics!

You and Kevin were used to the constant travelling. You travelled as much as you physically could with Kevin. You would train with your team during the week and then get a late night flight to whoever he was in the world late night on the Friday to try and get to him by Qualifying on the Saturday.

However, the last few weeks had been shambles, you’d been in a National match in the UK, seeing your teammates and training more after finding out you’d gotten a place in the Olympics on their Lacrosse Team for your home country Malta.

“Girls?” You say reading the letter with a shocked expression on your face.

“What, oh! That’s your Olympic letter!” One of your team mates from your English team squeals.

“I- I got in!” You cheer celebrating! You rushed all the way home thrusting the letter in Kevin’s face.

“Baby look! I’m going to the Olympics” you say before he even has a chance to read the letter.

“Oh my gosh, that’s incredible” he says lifting you up and placing a light kiss in your forehead before keeping you in his warm embrace rocking you side to side.

Then it was the British Grand Prix that you’d been able to go to from the Thursday to Sunday as you were already in the UK from your previous tournament.

It was a nice change for Kevin to have you their to support him for the whole weekend and it was nice to have him with you for your tournament, being that it was in a Tuesday.

“Ah don’t you just love the atmosphere of Silverstone, there’s only a few races I think beat this for the vibe” you smile leaning on the out wall, taking in the rare summer sun that had graced the track.

“Mmmm it’s definitely one of my favourites” he smiles. Kevin had been having a difficult season despite Haas actually doing pretty well thanks to Nico.

“I know it’s been a difficult season and I know they’ve confirmed that you aren’t … coming back to Haas but there’s other options right?” You smile encouragingly. He just shakes his head.

“I think … I think I’m ready to go. I want to focus on what’s important to me” he says reaching out for your hand and pulling it into his lap.

“Wait, really? Your retiring?” You ask and he nods.

“There’s so many things I want to start in life with you. Like a family … and I want to be there full time for it. It doesn’t mean I won’t ever race again but I definitely need a break”

You can’t help but just pull him into a hug.

“I want all of that too”

After the British GP, it was the Euros. Originally you were supposed to go with Lando, as you both had been invited by the English Team however all of your friends were watching on from a pub in the UK.

So you and Kevin stayed watching England vs Spain from a busy pub in the UK. Kevin loved pubs in the UK which ended up turning into your friends taking you guys on a massive pub crawl across London and drinking England’s loss to Spain.

Needless to say, you and Kevin had an incredible night but regretted it the next morning when you both woke up in your friends apartment hungover.

After that it was the Hungarian Grand Prix where you didn’t attend because you were off training in Malta with your team and making funny TikTok’s with your team gear.

You started training with your team, and you hadn’t spoken to Kevin in person in what seemed like ages where Spa was right after Hungary.

“Hey baby I miss you” you’d said to him on the phone that he was very close to.

“I know baby and I’ll be back in France soon! It’s not that far a drive from Belgium” he told you with a smile on his face.

Then a knock sounds from your hotel room door.

“Gimme one second, I think one of the girls is at my door” you say before running to open the door.

“KEV!” You screech dropping your phone and jumping into his arms.

“Hello Elskede” he smiles and you look shocked.

“W-what are you doing here?” You ask in shock.

“You don’t think I’d miss your first game do you?” He asks in a teasing tone and you pull him into a kiss.

“Thank you! I love you so much” you smile.

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fan1: what a summer, we get the Euros, the Olympics and all these F1 races.

kevinmagnussen: I’m so proud of you. TEAM MALTA 🇲🇹

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bloodhoundsandplagues · 4 days ago

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How can I make it OK?

Arthur Morgan x reader

Summary : you're homesick.

gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, not explicitly romantic unless you wanna read it that way, 3K words

Warnings : swearing, mentions of suicide, panic attack described in semi detail, not the jolliest thing i've ever written

A/N : first post that's actually writing in 2025 ! wrote most of this on the train while listening to house in nebraska by ethel cain and more than this by wolf alice so yeah. also this isn't arthur heavy in the sense that it's reader rambling about being homesick mostly. to be read in a southern accent as god intended

Of all the places I have travelled with the Van Der Linde gang, I think this is my least favourite.

Living- or rather, camping- in the ruins of some plantation, bodies of the former owners stagnating in the pond. Sometimes I hear ‘em- the ghosts, in the walls, screamin’. I know it’s my mind, playing tricks on me; but it’s harder to have that rational thought when you’re lying alone in the middle of the night, wind whistling through broken windows. It’s not that I don’t like having a roof over my head. Shit, everyone in this godforsaken gang is happy to have a real shelter from the weather, even one as flimsy as this house. So I shut my mouth, hunt as I’m expected-which is what I am doing now, borrowed bow over my shoulder, quiver resting comfortingly between my shoulder blades.

Hunting is familiar. Back in the Grizzlies, where my daddy raised me, we’d go out any time of day, in any weather, hunt for the coming storms. I’d do everything the way he taught me to- lay out traps, wait behind a boulder, bow in hand. It builds patience, he told me when I asked why the hell we didn’t just track the damn animal, instead of waitin’ in the cold for it to find us.

Now, it’s not cold, and dear old daddy ain’t here to help.

I left my horse hitched by a lake, with enough grass for him to be fed and well until I bring back something worthy of Pearson. It’s near sunrise; already, the heat is uncomfortable; my skin is sticky, my clothes uncomfortable. It’s moments like these that I long for the snow.

I wipe my forehead with the back of my head. I’ve been walking for a little while now, waiting for a pack of deer to pass by. There’s something that bothers me about killing them- maybe it’s their eyes, so big and brown, caught frozen as they stare at you. Or maybe it’s their resemblance to this little girl I knew, at a local village at the base of the mountain where I grew up.

I shake the thought of her big brown eyes and twitchy nose as I spot a herd of ‘em, grazing near a small stream. There’s enough light for me to count them- seven, big enough to feed us.

I get on one knee, like my daddy taught me. Notch an arrow in the bow, pull it back. One of the poor animals raises its head, looks in my direction.

Before I can hesitate, I let go, and the arrow flies; a fraction of a second later, it has notched itself in the animal’s throat. It falls; its friends, the rest of its herd (its gang, I think, almost laughing) scamper off, into the woods. I don’t go after them. Pearson will have to do with this, and whatever herbs or mushrooms I’m able to pick up.

The doe is dead by the time I reach her. I kneel. Pull the arrow from her neck; thick, sticky blood gets on my hands. I almost reach for snow, to clean it off; curse myself when my fingertips meet grass and mud. The doe’s dead eye stares up at me, brown and empty as the sky. I resist the urge to close them.

“Sorry, sweet.” I whisper it as I hoist her up, put her over my shoulder. She’s heavy. I must be getting blood on my shirt- it’s a shame, because it’s my favourite colour, and I’ve just bought it.

I swallow any regrets I feel as I walk back to my horse, the weight of the doe uncomfortable against my bow and quiver.

You’re the reason she won’t come home, a little voice whispers in my head. I stop, then, because my chest is tightening and I can’t really breathe. I say something incoherent. The fields around me are empty- it’s just me and this doe.

I drop her into the mud and loosen my shirt, gasping for air. I want cold, I want crisp mountain air; not this thick, humid, barely-air that clogs my throat and makes my lungs heavy.

I dig my fingers into the mud and grass, as I would have done in the snow, back home. Home. What a weird thought. I catch the dead doe’s eye again, and that’s when the tears come, thick and hot and nasty, blurring my vision. So stupid, I think, as I force myself to stare at her. She- no, it- is just an animal. She doesn’t have a home, not the way I did. Do.

I think of crying out for help, but that’s pathetic, and I’m a lot of things, but pathetic ain’t one of them.

I think I stay there, on my knees, fingers deep in the mud, for a long time- when my vision clears again and I’ve stopped gasping for air, the sky is clear, clear blue, no traces of sunrise left. If I focus hard enough on it, I can almost pretend I’m back in the mountains.

I get up, teeth digging into my tongue to prevent any new feelings from resurfacing. I’m not in the goddamn mountains. All that’s left for me there is two frozen bodies deep beneath the snow, and a hut that’s probably been raided or taken over by some other gang.

I pick the doe up, this time careful to avoid looking at her face. Its face. It’s an animal, not my goddamn sister.

I make it back to my horse without another incident; strap the doe across his back and climb onto his saddle. His name is Coal, ‘cause of the colour o’ him- black and charcoal grey, a streak of white down his face.

“Hey, boy,” I murmur to him as I flick the reigns. My voice is shaky, hoarse; it’s obvious that I’ve been crying.

Coal begins to trot back to camp. I think of changing direction, of going to Rhodes, clear my thoughts. But I gotta bring this back to Pearson, or he’ll skin me.

The camp is still there when I return, which is a relief. I don’t think I’ll forget the moment when I came back after a hunt and found everyone gone, everything burned to the ground.

I shiver at the memory and get off Coal. “I’ll come ‘nd fix your saddle later,” I say to him, scratching his neck. He grunts, in a tone I hope is affectionate. I remove the doe, put her back over my shoulder. Make it to Pearson’s stand, where he’s angrily chopping vegetables.

“Hey,” I say, dropping the doe in front of him. I angle her head- her eyes- away from me. “Got some meat.”

“I can see that,” is Pearson’s kind answer.

I ignore him and walk away again, into the derelict house we’ve been callin’ home for the last few weeks. My room is on the top floor; I wish I shared it with someone, but I got lucky (Dutch’s words) and got my own, private room.

I tug off my bloodstained shirt and drop it on the floor. There’s nothin’ to be done about my trousers- they’re the only pair I’ve got (the others have just been washed, and hang soaking wet outside) and I don’t plan on walking around bare-legged.

I change quickly. Sit down on the bed, stare at the wall.

I don’t know how long I stay like that; starin’ at the peeling wallpaper, trying to pretend it’s the same white as the snow I used to see out my window. Obviously, the pretendin’ don’t work, because it’s not the snow, it’s a crumbling fuckin’ wall in a crumbling fuckin’ house. I stand, take a deep breath in (of hot, hot, humid, thick air), push it out. It ain’t cleansing- I don’t feel better once I’ve tasted the surrounding bogs- but it’s enough to calm my heartbeat, and make me feel somewhat human again.

For the rest of the day, I help around camp, doing stupid, mind-numbing tasks. I try not to think of the mountains, and how much better than this godforsaken swamp they were. People talk to me, and I answer, polite and all. I eat Pearson’s stew, listen to another grandiose speech about Dutch’s plan (or, as far as I’m concerned, concepts of a plan). I finally find a moment of quiet sitting on a log, staring out at the swamp. Not the prettiest sight; all brown and green, with hints of yellow dust.

I’m alone for only a few minutes before I hear footsteps. I turn, and find Arthur approaching, taking his cigarette packet from his satchel. I shift on the log I’m sitting on, making the split second decision that his company is something I want right now.

He sits next to me, silently. Offers me a cigarette (I decline with a shake of my head and a wave of my hand) then lights his own with a match. He stays quiet for a little while, blowing smoke from his mouth, tinting the world blue and grey.

It’s strange, sitting next to him. He don’t mind being quiet; seems to like my company well enough, ‘cause he keeps coming back here to smoke.

He’s the one who found me, all that time ago, on a solo hunt in the Grizzlies. It was at the edge of the mountains, where it starts to get warmer; where the sun melts away most of the snow. Was from Blackwater, he said- I asked if I could go back with him. Promised I’d leave ‘em all alone when I got there, I just needed a job, as far from my daddy’s corpse as I could get. He’d said yes, maybe reluctantly.

Turns out, I’d found somethin' better than a job. Not quite a family, but a gang, people to rely on, people to distract me from the emptiness created by my father’s death. I suppose it’s these people keeping me here, in this swampy nowhere, sweating my socks off. Here, I’ve got people- back in the mountains, I’ve got two dead bodies and an empty house.

My chest tightens again, and wordlessly, I take the cigarette from Arthur’s hand, take a long drag. I hand it back, still silent, and dig my fingernails into my knuckles.

“You miss home?” Arthur asks me, his words marked by the smoke curling from his mouth. I take the cigarette from his fingers again, press it between my teeth, inhale ‘till I can blame the burning in my eyes on the smoking rather than whatever has grabbed hold of me; whatever old, buried feeling I’d thought long gone had chosen to make an appearance. Guess it must be more obvious than I thought, that I’m feelin’ odd, ‘cause he clearly smelled it on me.

“I don’t know, I guess,” I say, softly, fiddling with the dirty fabric of my trousers as I hand the cigarette back; as if I don’t know the answer, as if I haven’t spent half my goddamn life thinking about this. I exhale, blowing out smoke from my nose. “Never really thought about it.” The lie burns in my throat, so thick I can hardly breathe.

It’s not the stability that I miss. The weather in the Grizzlies was nothin’ permanent, not in any sense- one minute it’s a blizzard, the next you’re standing staring at the bright blue sky, knee deep in snow. I guess it’s the wolves howling, it’s the comfort of a fire as wind rattles against the window panes; it’s even the way the stars look after three days holed up inside. There’s no one thing I miss or don’t miss- I just know I miss it, so much that my chest tightens at the thought.

When my daddy got shot, three- no, four- years ago, I thought the one answer was to leave that place behind; pack up my clothes and go out into the Wild Wild West, make my own future away from the smell of his freshly dug grave, right next to my mama’s frozen bones. And when I came across Arthur, and later his gang of gung-ho outlaws, who seemed ready to take on the world, I thought that was it- my life was set.

But I don’t like the constant moving like I used to. It don’t feel like adventure anymore; it feels like escaping, like we’re always running from something.

“I don’t…” I hesitate, reach up to dig my nails into the dip of my collarbone, try to dig the feeling out, hold it up to the light to examine it. “I guess it’s different.” A veiled confession. Away from the Grizzlies (away from home) it’s hot, stiflingly so; I can’t climb onto my horse without breaking a sweat. It’s already too warm by the time the sun rises- clothes sticking to your skin uncomfortably, flies buzzing above, drowning in the smell of swampy nothingness as soon as your eyes open. I don’t hate it- it has become familiar, but familiar in the way the weight of a revolver at my hip has become familiar; the way the constant paranoia that clogs my throat has become familiar.

“Different how?”

Another pause, as I scuff the yellow dust ground with the toe of my boot. Different in a whole lotta ways, I want to tell him; even the colour of the sky isn’t quite the same back home.

Home. I think of the snow as I stare at the yellowed leather of my shoes. Where there’s snow and wolves and no people to shoot at you unless you really look for it.

“I don’t know,” I say, even though my whole body knows; it courses through me, the knowledge that a few days ride away is the mountains, and the snow. “It just is.”

The answer dissatisfies him, I think. “C’mon,” he says in that gruff voice of his. “You gotta be able to find one difference between here and the goddamn Grizzlies.”

“’S warmer,” I say, the words followed by a short, slightly forced laugh. “Don’t snow as much.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “Alright,” he responds, maybe a little condescendingly. “Think o’ anything else?”

“You got less wolves down here,” I add, after a few moments. I don’t say that I miss the sound of them howling; that when I close my eyes, I try to picture it, try to pretend I’m back there instead of here.

“Alright.” He says it kinder this time, like we’re getting somewhere.

“The sky looks different.” I dig my fingers in deeper. He offers me the cigarette; I take it, repurpose the burning in my throat. The smoke flickers around me as I exhale. “It’s- clearer, up there. More blue.” Here, the sky is tinted almost yellow. It ain’t ugly, but it ain’t home.

He doesn’t answer, now, staring out at the swamps. I don’t know how he feels about this place- about Rhodes, and the foreignness of Saint Denis, with its factories and smoke and cobbled roads. I wonder if he misses home- if he ever had one to begin with. “I guess I do miss it,” I say, to fill the silence more than anything. “But… I don’t know, I don’t think I wanna go back.” Alone is the word I don’t add. I think- maybe- if I had the gang, my new family, I’d go back to the Grizzlies. After we escaped Blackwater, and hid out in that abandoned town up in the mountains; that was the happiest I’d been for a long time.

But alone isn’t something I want to be. Not the way I was alone, the few weeks after my father passed- just me and the freshly dug grave, me and the wolves, me and the gun that killed him, sittin’ on the table, an unwanted temptation.

“I don’t wanna be alone again.” It comes out soft, hoarse, pathetic, the words grating in my throat, like sandpaper on my tongue.

It’s true. Yes, home is in the mountains; I know that now, when my chest clenches at the simple thought of the snow. But home is also with these people- with Arthur, and Mary-Beth, and Pearson, and the rest of them. Hell, even Kieran, the O’Driscoll boy, has become home, in a way. Home is not just the place where I grew up (the place where my daddy now lies); home is also the people that have become my family; who have embraced me so kindly and warmly. I know deep in my stomach that if I were to leave now, take a horse back to the hut, I’d end up like my daddy, a bullet in my head and a gun in my hand.

He did it ‘cause he was lonely. So lonely that even I wasn’t enough to stop him from pulling the trigger. Lived in the mountains his whole life, but he had my mama then, and his parents. I guess fifty years of snow and not much else can drive you insane.

My hand goes to my temple; I dig my fingers into the skin, right where I found the bullet in his head.

“Y’won’t be,” he responds gruffly. He’s finished his cigarette, and yet he’s not made any attempt to get up, leave me with my thoughts. I snort, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Don’t know that,” I say. “With the Pinkertons on our asses, ‘nd all.” It’s meant to be lighthearted, but it comes out quiet, rough.

“Yeah, but they’ve always been on our asses.” He puts a hand on my leg; it engulfs my entire knee. “Tell you what.” He hesitates, clearin’ his throat a little. Squeezes my knee. “I’ll take you huntin’, once a week- or twice, or less, if you want.”

“I go huntin’ anyway,” I answer. “Not in the mountains, y’don’t.” My chest both tightens and loosens at the same time. I swallow; my heart is thumping in my chest. I put my hand to my collarbone again, digging my nails in. “C’mon, it’ll do you good. Cold air and all that.”

I know there’s a deeper meaning to that. Cold air- he’s giving me the chance to go home, and not by myself. Even if it’s not for long, it’s enough- to feel the snow again, to hear the wolves. Maybe once I’ll camp overnight, ride back to camp in the morning. The idea fills me with hope- a feeling we’re all starved of, these days.

“Really?” Is all I manage to croak out.

“What, you don’t wanna?”

I laugh, and it’s genuine this time. “No, I- I wanna.”

“Alright then.” He gives my knee a last squeeze, then stands. I stand with him, smooth my shirt with the flat of my hand. “Tomorrow then?” Tomorrow. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. I’d sing, if my throat weren’t so damn tight. My eyes sting, and I wipe at my nose with my hand.

“Thank you,” I say, quietly. He don’t respond, but he nods, and I think maybe he smiles a little.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll get to take a piece of my new home to the place I grew up- someone I love, to the place that holds my heart.

I watch him walk away; and suddenly, the humidity don’t feel so bad anymore.

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harukaprism · 1 year ago

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Fuck me, old man

Pairing: Welt Yang x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, smut, mentions of injuries on reader, nicknames used (little one, my star), spanking, unprotected sex (wear a condom kids), swearing, pussy slapping, fingering, welt calls you his slut, oral (receiving), this is all just filthy filthy filthy. Do I need to tag gloves being used?

Word Count: 3,224

Dawn's notes: Shhhhhh, just have sex with the old man. It's good for the soul.

You were not looking forward to the lecture you were going to get the second you stepped back onto The Express. Your mission had gone well of course, you were a Nameless and an expert traveler for The Express as the others were, but Welt Yang was harsher on you than the others.

You were hoping it was for a sexual reason and not that he was an old man and “youths these days”. Loading your wounded body onto the train you easily avoided Himeko and the others, Welt nowhere to be seen, yet. Opening the door to your room and throwing your body onto your bed you stared at the ceiling; a few decorations that you had put up there that March had given you and little doodles that Welt had done in his past time.

You had admired his work as an animator on his planet, his skills showed in every drawing he made, silly little things he made for all of the Nameless on the train, but it seemed he put more effort into the drawings he gave you. You had asked him about his planet and begged him to draw and show you what it was like. Both of you wanted him to go back to his home, to see his family and friends again, hoping that at some point it will be on the list of planets that needed help from The Express.

Glancing to the side you looked at the bedside table, all of your things already placed there along with a drawing that you treasured the most; Welt called them sunflowers. He drew a field of them with a setting sun in the back. It seemed like he had been there before and wanted to visit it again, the solemness on his face causing you to regret asking about his home planet.

A knock on your door sent a race through your heart, you had no idea who it could be. “Yes?” You were hoping it was Pom Pom bringing you something to eat and drink.

“Are you alright?” Damn it, Welt was at your door and you hadn’t had a chance to shower, eat, or even hide your wounds.

“O-Oh Welt! Yeah I-I’m fine.” You forced a chuckle out of your throat sitting up hoping he would not come in.

“Pom-Pom said you didn’t look great and didn’t stop to report anything or say anything to anyone. That isn’t like you.” He saw right through you, he always did. “Can I come in?” There was no way to stop him and you knew that, he was such a good person and if he thought something was wrong with you he would want to care and see you.

“Yeah, doors unlocked.” Your heart raced as you watched your door open, he looked like he had just woken up from a nap and it was dangerously beautiful. His hair was a bit messy, the gray streak sticking straight up almost. “Did you just wake up?” You tried to tease him to take his attention off your bruised body.

“What happened?” His ungloved fingertips brushed against your bruised cheek.

“Welt I am fine I promise.” You tried to convince him that you really were okay, your body was sore and you just needed to rest. “You can go back to the parlor car, I'll be fine.”

The look under his glasses made your heart sink; you never wanted to worry him. “Little one, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” You hated the way the words made your stomach clench; he said it because you were younger than him, smaller than him. He was a protector and you were something he protected. “Go wash up, I’ll get the medical kit.”

Heaving a sigh you looked down at your legs avoiding his piercing golden eyes. “Fine.” Voice soft you sat and listened as he left your room giving you your privacy. You gave it a few minutes before you dragged your body through the cars to the bath, taking your time to wash yourself and soak in the warm water. Once you were out you felt much better and your body looked better as well as you stared at your body in your silk pajamas.

As you made your way back to your room you saw that your door was already open, you knew it was Welt and he was waiting. Knowing it was inevitable you walked into the room and looked as he sat on your bed staring at the pictures you had that he gifted you. “I never threw any out.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he met your gaze again. “I can see that. I am glad you enjoy them.” He looked over your body looking for any outward wound. “The bath helped, I see, but you are still wounded. Sit down and let me tend to them.”

Heat rushed your body as you unwillingly went to the bed sitting next to him. His slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, the ointment he wiped the wounds with stung, sucking in a sharp breath you fought back the urge to curse but the feeling soon faded as his soft lips met the tender skin. “Sorry, I should have warned you that it was going to sting.”

Your heart rushed as you watched his lips move away from your skin, it was an unexpected reaction from him, he had never done it in the past when he tended to your wounds. “I-It’s fine.” Your voice was soft and it came out in a stutter but you didn’t want to show that it had affected you too much, in fear that he wouldn’t touch you like this again.

“Was the mission too hard for you to do alone?” There was worry etched into his face and you could see the pain in his eyes. “I should have convinced Himeko to let me go with you, I should have known.” Reaching up to his face you cupped his warm cheeks in your hands pulling him close. “Welt, I could handle it by myself and you know that. I just got a little banged up but I came back alive and relatively safe.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly his lips were against yours. Warmth filled your body as his hand rested on the back of your neck, the leather of his gloved hand digging into the tender skin to pull you deeper into the kiss. Your body was melting into his touch, everything about Welt Yang encompassed you.

His earthy scent rushed through your nostrils, your body falling back into the soft sheets, his arm caging you in. “Welt.” You murmured against his lips.

He pulled away and stared at you over his glasses, you could see the emotions swimming behind those brown orbs. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He started to move off of you but you didn’t want him to leave your side. Your hands rushed to his wavy hair and your fingers tangled in the strands as you pulled him back down crashing your lips to his.

As he let out a surprised gasp your tongue made its way into his mouth letting it explore as you kept him close to your body. Pulling away you let go of his hair giving him the option to pull away. “Never apologize for kissing me Welt, I have been waiting for you to do it for years.”

His deep chuckle made your walls clench around nothing. “For years, are you serious?” Giving him the best deadpan look you watched him as he squirmed a little. “You are being serious.” He said the words as if he couldn’t believe it, had he ever looked in a mirror?

Lifting your legs you wrapped them around his waist and used all your momentum to flip the two of you so you straddled him, pinning his hands above his head. “Trust me, I have wanted much more than just a kiss from you.” Letting out a little half truth you let out a little gasp as he adjusted his hips pressing his hardening cock to your core.

“Trust me little one, I have thought about a lot of other things to do with you.” With his admission you let a smirk tug at your lips. The fact that he wanted you as much as you wanted him sent a fire through you. Remotely locking the door to your room your hands made quick work to strip the thin shirt and shorts you had on. “You are still injured, are you sure about this?”

You glared down at him, it was sweet he was trying to make sure that your body was safe from what could happen to you while having sex but you didn’t care. “If you do not fuck me right now, you will never get the chance to do it again.”

Something flashed in his eyes at the threat, it was like he was a predator hunting you as his prey; it had served as a long enough distraction. His gloved hand came down on your ass roughly, sending shivers up your body. Without having much time to react another smack came to your already reddining cheek. “Don’t make such threats to me, little one.”

“No surprise that the old man is into spanking.” You teased drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, you knew it would cause more punishment but when it came from him it only served to arouse you even more. He had to feel the wet patch growing in your panties right above the cock you had wanted for so long.

The smirk that pulled his lips up made you know you were in for a whole new world of pleasure. “You have no idea what I am into my star.” With that your back hit your bed and your bra was easily discarded to the side; when the hell did he take your bra off?!

His hands made work of his shirt and while his eyes were distracted you slipped your panties to the side and used shaking fingers to spread your lips giving him a full view of your dripping greedy hole. “Come and fuck me, old man.”

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. His pants and boxers thrown haphazardly to join your clothing, his gloved middle finger brushed against your clit as he ripped your panties off. Ripped. The raw strength he showed made you shiver. “The glove stays on? How kinky of you.” You teased him as if it didn’t turn you on.

He hummed in agreement as his thumb replaced his middle finger, rubbing quick and tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, it was not enough you had to feel more of him.

As if Welt could read your mind he slowly inserted a finger into your pussy, just the one made your eyes roll back as you moaned to the stars outside of your window, your eyes quickly shut in pleasure as you felt the stretch as another finger fell into place next to his other one. How could he make you feel this way with just two fingers?

His thumb moved away from your clit causing a whine to escape your lips but it was soon replaced with another moan as his tongue replaced it working in tandem with his fingers thrusting inside you without a care in the world.

Suddenly your eyes were filled with stars as your orgasam crashed over you faster than any other orgasam had hit you. The way he pulled it out of you made you dizzy. How could he have done that? How could he have made it happen so fast? What the fuck was he?

Trying to gain control of your body as you stared at him as he climbed over you, the look in his eyes told you that you weren’t going on an expedition anytime soon. “Don’t regret the decisions you've made to get to this spot.” His words came out as a growl, commanding your legs to spread for him; the brat inside you dying quickly at the sight of his long cock came into view. The first word that came to mind was long, oh Aeons it was long. But it was thick as well, not too girthy that you were scared it would not fit but it was going to stretch you out and you knew you would feel it for days.

With a baited breath you watched as he took the base of his cock and lined the tip with your begging hole. His eyes met yours as if silently asking for one last time for permission. Giving him a nod you gripped onto his forearm bracing yourself.

His hips slowly inched towards yours as he started to sink himself inside you. The stretch was nice and slow, giving you plenty of time to adjust to him. The feeling of him inside you was pleasurable enough but the fact that he was only halfway in and you felt like he was in your throat already made your head spin. “A-aeons Welt, how do you walk around with that thing?”

Trying to make light of the pressure growing in your core you wanted a distraction so you wouldn’t come all over his wonderful dick before he even started to move!

He laughed, Welt actually laughed as his hand came and cupped your face. “If you need a minute to adjust just say so. We take this at your pace.” God he was so sweet, but that was not the issue here.

“You’re only halfway inside and it feels like you're in my throat.” You protested as your back arched off your bed, your body screaming for more while your mind begged to have him pull out just a little.

The look in his eyes showed that you just signed your soul away to him. Instantly he pulled out fully from you and just as you took a breath he thrusted back inside you burying himself completely inside your waiting pussy. You tried to scream but you couldn’t get any noise out as you stared into those eyes that soaked in your pleasure. “What’s wrong, my star? Too much?”

Taking in a deep breath you didn’t know you were hiding you went to snap back at him but he set a brutal pace of hard and slow thrusts as he held your hips down. It was too much but not enough at the same time. “F-Fuck Welt!”

“That’s right, scream my name.” A smirk pulled at his lips making your walls shudder around his length, the dominating force that he exuded made your brain turn to mush. He is so kind and gentle but this was not the Welt you knew, and you loved it. Reaching down you tried to rub at your clit but your hand was smacked away. “No touching, only I can touch this pretty pussy.”

With those simple words you lost all inhibitions to rebel or snap at him, all you could focus on was him and the cock that brought you so much pleasure. Wanton moans filled the room along with the lewd sounds of your passionate love making, despite him being rough with you you could feel the passion and caring he put into every roll of his hips.

Tears pricked your eyes as the tip of his cock brushed against the most sensitive spot inside you, all you needed was him to touch your clit and you would come undone around him. You wanted the release for your own pleasure but you also wanted it for him, for him to learn how to play your body and make you his in full.

“Squeezing me so tight.” His chuckle made your walls clench even tighter around him but he pulled out of you fully leaving you so empty.

“B-but I was so close!” Your whine was so hoarse as you reached down for him, he said you couldn't touch yourself he never said you couldn’t touch him. The tips of your fingers brushed against the flushed head of his wet cock, your essence made it so shiny and slippery, you had to get it back inside you right now.

“What are you doing, my star?” He only watched as you managed to wrap your hand around his length and guided it back to your entrance. You knew he wouldn’t give it to you willingly, you had to coax him into giving you what you wanted.

Heat rushed through your body as you nudged the tip against your clit, the little bundle of nerves tingling just feeling some type of friction. “I want to cum on your cock. Please let me.”

It was like something snapped at just the notion that you wanted him to give you your release, your hands were moved away from his body as your world twisted. Looking at the full length mirror as welt kneeled behind you, his strong hands gripped your hips tugging them into the air presenting your ass to him.

Your whole body shook as one of his hands came down smacking your sensitive pussy, you expected pain but the moan that rushed through your throat gave into the pleasure at the feeling. All you could do was watch through the mirror with hooded eyes as he readjusted behind you, the intense feeling of his cock ramming into you fully made your eyes roll back.

Gripping onto the bedding tightly you moaned as he used your body for his pleasure, his glasses at the tip of his nose while his eyes never left the area where the two of you were connected. “My slutty girl, so wet at the thought of being able to orgasam.”

He wasn’t wrong, you wanted it so bad, you wanted Welt to take you there. “Please please please!” You weakly begged as you tried to match his pace, moving your hips back to meet his hips, pulling him in deeper.

“Say my name and I’ll let you cum.” The growl alone was enough to have the coil in your core tighten unbearably painful.

“Welt, please let me cum!” You moaned, each syllable being jumbled matching the rough thrusts he gave you, the angle made all the blood rush to your head as his hand gripped your hip and the gloved one reached down past his cock rubbing circles against your clit.

White blinded you as the coil snapped and your orgasam brought you to your mental knees, with your ears ringing you vaguely heard Welt grunt and groan behind you as his thrusts got sloppy and warmth filled you as he let himself reach his orgasam.

As soon as he pulled out of your abused pussy your body crumpled, bare, sweaty and with his cum starting to leak out his fingers reached down scooping up what was trying to escape and thrusted his fingers back into you keeping everything inside.

“We aren’t finished yet my star.” His seductive voice was gruff in your ear; you couldn’t help but let out a moan with the feeling of his messy gloved fingers deep inside you. “How long will it take for your body to give up on me?”

#dawn writes 18+#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail fanfiction #hsr fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #welt yang #welt x you #welt smut #welt x reader #welt yang smut #welt yang x reader #welt yang hsr #welt yang x you

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bredstick · 2 years ago

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I love Gojo x male reader. There should be more :( I’m tired of all those gn reader fics that turn out to be female reader…

Gojo Satoru x male reader

SO TRUE!! I keep seeing them and it always dissapoints me so so much:(. Anyway, here's a little something for my male reader gojo lovers out there ;)

Gojo realises you're overworked

There's always been some work for you to do in your minimum wage job, but recently it became too much to handle. Paper work, people making fun of you and bringing even more work to your desk... it was all too much, really.

Gojo hasn't been home in a while because of a trip with his students for some kind of "training trip" or whatever he was blabbering about... it made you curious though. Why go so far away for a simple training week?

Opening your eyes, you realize you dozed off at your desk at work, mumbling curses under your breath- today Gojo was coming home-- or well,, came home already. He must be worried about you. Reaching out for your phone next to all the paperwork, you quickly check it in panic. No phonecalls whatsoever. It was almost midnight.

You worry even more- did you upset him?? Or did his travel back to you get delayed?? You were confused. Checking the texts he sent and confirming that today was the day he'd get home, you take your things and quickly hurry home, almost jogging your way down the streets.

Fumbling your keys, you try to open the door, but you realize it's already open- this made you susspicious, since you always double check if your door is locked. Silently stepping inside the house and making a mini weapon with your keys and forming a fist, you look around.. nothing out of the ord-

""HELLOOOO HANDSOME!! YOUR DEAR HUSBAND IS BACCKK- OUGHMHMHDK""

You punch his gut from the surprise, regretting it instantly,, "OH SHIT I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOU WHY DID YOU LEAVE IT OPEN YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT" complaining loudly with the embarrassment visible on your face, Gojo laughs at you. Laughs straight in your face, as he isn't phased about the punch at all.

"Do I need to remind you that I have infinity on?" he says, smug look on his face. He pranked you.

I swear I'll wipe that little smug of your face someday when I catch you offguard punk!! You say in your mind, while you croutch down with your face beetroot red, ready to die in a hole. "I'll save you the embarrassment and move on. How are you? How was your day? What did you do?" He smiles, finally looking fully at your face. Your eyebags were so so visible, your hair wasn't kept neat like he remembered, and you just looked,, unhappy. He didn't like it one bit.

"You know what... let's not talk about our days right now. You look exhausted dear.. let's get my boy to bed, okay?" he says, his voice softer and more tender. You look up at him, shocked on how well he read your desires you didn't even have time to tell. You stood up and just nodded, not saying a word-there's no words neccesary anyway.

He hugs you- genuinely and tightly, warmth embracing your body. You forgot how it felt really.

You noticed you shed a tear, one singular tear, forgetting how you actually missed his touch, his soft spoken words. Work has surrounded you in a tight grip, making you focus on just that, nothing more.

You smiled in content, and he picked you up by your thighs, slowly walking to the bedroom you two share.

He helped you dress up in your bed clothes, and helped you with your hygene routine- he kept yapping about "not taking care of yourself" and "you need to be good to myself or he'll ground me". You weren't even listening, the only thing in your mind was how you can't wait to have someone by your side again.

Your husband, your one and only, Gojo Satoru.

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Thank you for reading this!!! If you want more, please specify what to write about with the certain character(s) :))) if anyone has any recommendations, please tell me! I'm new to this after all.

#gojo satoru x male reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk x male reader #jjk gojo #male reader #jujutsu kaisen

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lxstfathier · 2 years ago

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Fantasma

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Headcanons

Summary: Simon doesn’t know how to ride a horse, so he seeks out help from an expert, which happens to be you.

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Fun fact: when i was younger, i used to ride sport horses, and i was quite good at it. I showed a lot, and even went to some military facilities to compete against their riders. So, when i turned 16 everyone tried to convince me to enlist in the military just so i could ride their special horses and join the show jumping team, but i never took it seriously and now i kinda regret it lmao. However, that’s what inspired me to write this. It’s super self-indulgent, so i really don’t expect it to get a lot of notes, but thanks to those who will read it, it means a lot to me, hope you like it 💗

♡ Simon is utterly mortified when Price tells them all about their next mission. It’s far away, in the middle of nowhere, not accesible on the heli, jeeps or any other vehicle, just by foot… or horses. And he doesn’t know a thing about horses.

♡ Price is a good rider (he always brags about it), even Soap and Gaz have some basic knowledge, just enough to know how to stay on the saddle and guide the animal. Except Simon. But he doesn’t tell them a word, not wanting to get teased for days.

♡ So he tries to deal with it by himself. He watches some youtube videos, and then thinks about getting some lessons in a kids school near Manchester, but that would be weird. Until he suddenly remembers Alejandro, the only good rider that he seems to know besides Price.

♡ Simon calls Ale that same night, telling him about his little problem. And he laughs at it, obviously. Simon Riley? Not knowing how to ride a horse? must be a joke. But once Ale is done with the tease, he tells him about you, the only horse trainer in the military -that he knows- who is willing to work side by side with the special forces.

♡ Yeah, well, traveling all the way to México just to learn how to ride sounds crazy, but what else is he supposed to do?. He can stay stay in Manchester with his anxiety through the roof, or he can go to you and let you train him with some proper military tactics.

♡ Two days later, Simon is already with you, in the best equestrian center of the Mexican military, shaking your hand as he introduces himself. And maybe you should have listened to Alejandro when he told you all about him, because he is really… intimidating.

♡ Still, you don’t let his scary mask and cold demeanor distract you. He only has two weeks to learn everything he can, and no time can be wasted. You show him around the place, the big sand arenas, the grass fields, the cafeteria, and finally, the stables.

♡ Once Simon sees all the horses there, he’s totally mesmerized, looking at each one of them like a little boy, caressing the noses of those who peek through the bars to see if he has any treats. If you’re honest, you were expecting him to be like all those soldiers who were indifferent to these beautiful animals, but he’s not, he’s gentle and kind, and it makes your heart melt.

♡ You happily show him all kind of horses, from the sport ones to the artillery and draft. Explaining the difference between them, and he listens carefully.

♡ “What kind of horses do you ride?” Simon asks, piercing blue eyes looking at you through the holes of his mask.

♡ “I ride sport horses” you answer, nervously playing with your own hands. “I’m the captain of the show jumping team… didn’t Alejandro told you that?”

♡ Simon shakes his head. Alejandro told him that you were the best rider he had ever met, and that’s it, he never mentioned you were a high ranked one. Hell, Simon didn’t even knew the military had that sort of sports teams, it has always been like that? Or is it just some culture shock?.

♡ “it’s fine” you shrug, smiling at him, you don’t like to brag about it anyways. “Now let me introduce you to your horse, ok?. I think a found the perfect partner to teach you everything you need to know.”

♡ There’s no way you’ll give him a sport horse, or artillery horse, those are way too difficult to handle. So you guide him to the draft horses area, stopping outside a big stall with “Fantasma” in the name plaque, looking at the enormous white stallion inside of it.

♡ “What do you think? huh?” You speak, excited for him to meet your pick. “He’s a big boy, super experienced and trustworthy. But the best part is that his name is the same as your callsign!”

♡ Simon smiles behind his mask, feeling some sort of immediate connection to the horse, reaching out to caress his nose and play with his whiskers, admiring the spotless white fur and muscular build.

♡ But wait until Simon is finally on the back of Fantasma, he’s fascinated, maybe a little scared (a man of his size? scared? no way) it’s something new for him, so be patient, cause it takes him a while to get adjusted to it.

♡ That first lesson is a mess. He almost falls twice and you have to remind him every five minutes to keep his hands steady, heels down and shoulders back. But even with all that, he’s a better rider than some useless soldiers that you’ve trained before.

♡ By the third lesson Simon and Fantasma are already an amazing duo. They understand each other quite well, as if they had been together for years, and you couldn’t be more happy for them (also somewhat proud for you ability to always find the perfect horse for your students). Now delighted to see them walk, trot and gallop, easily following your commands.

♡ Much to your disbelief, Simon gets interested in horses beyond riding, asking you to please teach him more. And so you do, excited to share your knowledge, letting him follow you almost everywhere. You teach him how to groom, braid manes, clean stalls, tack up, feed, etc.

♡ “What breed is Fantasma?” he asks, curious when you mention that there’s a lot of different breeds for different purposes.

♡ “He’s a Santa Gertrudis” you explain. “It’s a special breed created only for the mexican military. And i guess we are lucky to be able to ride them, cause normal people can’t even lay a finger on them.”

♡ Simon will never admit it, but he likes hearing you talk about anything. Your voice is soothing, and he finds it really cute when you get so passionate, making it clear that those animals are your whole life.

♡ He also likes watching you ride when he has the chance, mesmerized with how you do it, jumping high obstacles so effortlessly, making it look so easy. And he wonders if someday he could do the same… or at least try to.

♡ It’s not long until your fellow team members start teasing you, laughing whenever they see you together. “De dónde sacaste ese novio tan rarito?” or “ya cogieron?” echoing every time Simon is not around. And you just roll your eyes, telling them that no, he’s not your boyfriend, and no, you’re not fucking.

♡ Unfortunately, at the start of the second week, Fantasma gets a slight colic (maybe because of all the cookies and carrots that Simon gave him). So he can’t be ridden for a few days, and you tell Simon that he can continue his lessons with another horse, but he refuses. He’s grown too attached to Fantasma, and would never replace him, so he stays by his side to take care of him.

♡ That day, after all the vet checks, you both stay the night with Fantasma, outside his stall just to keep an eye on him, sipping on a cup of hot coffee and talking about your lives. Simon tells you about his missions with the 141, and it’s very interesting to you, cause you never got the chance to do something like that.

♡ The next day, Fantasma is feeling much better, but Simon insists on staying a second night with him. “You can go to sleep, i’ll be here, don’t worry” he tells you, and obviously you’re still hesitant to leave him alone with the horse… but you decide to trust him, telling him to call you if something goes wrong.

♡ At morning, you wake up a bit early to go see how they’re doing. And you’re greeted by the cutest thing ever! Simon is asleep inside the stall, laying on the comfy wood shavings, mask off revealing his disheveled blonde hair and black paint smeared around his eyes, and Fantasma is also laying down, resting his head on Simon’s lap.

♡ You swear you could die right there. But luckily they don’t wake up with your presence, so you let them sleep a bit more, going away, keeping their secret safe.

♡ After that incident, Simon and Fantasma are back on the arena, having fun on their last days together. This time taking it slow… and eating less cookies.

♡ “I want to take Fantasma with me, on my mission” Simon comes to you on your lunch break, and you almost choke on your food.

♡ “That’s not possible” you reply. And before he asks why, you continue: “The horses belong to the government, and uh- well- you’re not from here. They won’t let you take him away. I guess you’ll need to ask the UK government for a horse with some similar characteristics.”

♡ But he doesn’t want another horse. He wants Fantasma. “Who do i need to talk to?”

♡ “I don’t know, but General Francisco Camarena is the leader of the cavalry battalions, maybe you can talk to him” as soon as you tell Simon that, he storms out of the cafeteria, determined to do whatever it takes, getting weird looks from the other soldiers nearby. And you already know that they will give you shit for lending one of your horses to a foreign man, but you don’t really care, as long as you don’t get in trouble with your superiors everything is fine.

♡ And Simon always gets what he wants. General Francisco approves his request of taking Fantasma on his mission for a few days, doing some kind of agreement between the UK and México, with the only condition of bringing back the animal without a single injury.

♡ “Please stay safe. Both of you” the goodbye on their last day is hard, tears filling your eyes when you see Fantasma get loaded into the cargo plane, along with his food and tack, ready to go on an adventure.

♡ “We’ll be ok. I will protect him with my life, i promise” Simon says, trying to ease your worries. And you just nod, refraining yourself from crying in front of everyone, wishing them a nice flight and good luck on their mission.

♡ Once the plane is ready to take off, Simon thanks you for everything, hoping to see you again and then gets inside too, going straight to the box container where Fantasma is in, caressing his forehead and playing with the white short mane. “Let’s go buddy. Hope you’re comfortable, cause we’re in for a long trip…”

#i just think this is really cute pls don’t kill me #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x reader #cod fanfic

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localgirlbecomesobsessed · 3 months ago

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Stranded & explosive

Cathrine x Haku (pre-established)

Cathrine calls for help.

Fluff

The night was peaceful as Cathrine sat underneath the dying tree, nervously biting at her nails as she scrolled through her phone awaiting for someone to get back to her.

She had been on some stupid mission for Romeo, sent to obtain a special powder from some shady agent in the middle of nowhere. When she asked how he managed to get the school to agree to allow her out by herself he simply grimaced at her and said a ‘BB’ like herself isn’t on the need to know basis…

So It was definitely Hyde.

Hyde who also didn’t answer her calls as she desperately tried to get in contact with literally anybody, Hyde being a last resort right next to the chancellor who she most definitely wasn’t going to be calling.

She glanced over at the flames that licked the fields around them, sighing as the mechanical bull sparked even more, a sign that the previous explosion wasn’t finished as she quickly ran a bit further out, sighing as she realised there’s one person she actively avoided calling.

Haku.

She just knew the scolding he’d give her wasn’t worth the call for help but…desperate times.

She dialled his number, impatiently waiting for the priest to answer his phone as she paced, flinching when another explosion set off as she narrowly avoided a piece of steaming metal that landed right next to her burning her knee as she was about to walk right into its place, she hissed in pain checking the small burn with a mixture of disappointment and resignation.

“Princess!!”

A joyful voice called through the phone as she quickly pulled it up to her ear, someone finally fucking answered.

“Haku listen-“

The flames roared in the background, interrupting the peaceful countryside and making itself known in the background as she winced at Haku’s concerned laugh.

“Princess…this is a bit late for a phone call, unless you’re calling for a late night visit?”

A flirtatious tone tried to cover the edge in his voice as she could already feel the gears turning in his head.

“You have to promise not to be mad.”

She glanced helplessly at her exploding creation, mournfully sighing as she sat back on the ground.

“I…what did you do?”

She could already hear the disapproval in his voice, it’s not like she broke any of the rules, but Haku loved to subtlety remind her to always stay on guard with that sort of thing.

“You didn’t promise.”

She sang through the phone, she could hear Zenji in the background claiming they must save the damsel in distress causing Cathrine to giggle at the poets antics as Haku hissed something at him, she couldn’t quite make out what he said as another small explosion sent pieces of her creation flying across the field.

“I’m not promising-but I will help.”

She sighed at his compromise, it was better than nothing and by nothing she means it’s literally her only option.

“I’m on a job for Romeo- long story short I had to travel to some shady shack in the woods to pick something up-the dude had a mechanical bull and offered it to me-turns out it’s a machine mixed with an anomaly and it did not like the upgrades I made to it…it’s currently exploding in the middle of a field.”

She took a selfie of her and the exploding bull and sent it to Haku.

“I can’t leave as the suitcase with the powder in it is in the fucking middle of the explosion-I can’t call the train for some reason and literally no one else is answering the phone so please help me or I might end up murdering the weird shack man due to being driven in-insane.”

She flopped onto the mildew grass, letting out an exaggerated growl of annoyance as she could already feel the damp seeping through her back. Romeo told her this was an easy job and should only take a couple of minutes…so she just came in a cropped jumper and short skirt. Which she now deeply regrets, the freezing weather doing nothing to ease her increasingly irate mood.

“…how can I help Princess? Besides being a conspirator of a murder plot.”

Haku teased through the phone, making Cathrine sigh as she wasn’t really sure how Haku could actually help.

“I don’t know…it’s not like you can come here, urgh…”

She threw her arm over her eyes not wanting to see the disaster before her, she could hear Zenji proclaim shouts of ideas as both her and Haku debated their options. Before she could think of something, another phone call came through, Cathrine threw a silent mini tantrum kicking her legs out before taking a deep breath and throwing her arm out to check who’s calling her.

Fucking Hyde.

“One sec Kusa.”

She put him on hold before he could say anything else as she answered the call.

“What did you do?”

Hydes cold voice chimed through the phone, sleep encompassing it as it seems it’s not just Cathrine who’s irritated.

“There’s-I ltwas the fucking shady shack guy-“

A sharp sigh interrupted her.

“That would be Arato.”

Fucking Arato…

She now has a name for the person she’s going to murder.

“Anyway he gave me this mechanical bull that turned out to be an anomaly and everything exploded and I can’t call the galaxy express for some reason and…the suitcase is fine-it’s just in the fire but it’s okay. but could you give Haku Kusanagi approval to come get me please I’m on the phone to him and it’d be great to have another pair of hands.”

She heard Hyde hum thoughtfully to himself through the phone.

“The express app might be down on your phone I think it’s an issue at the moment but…Sure I can give your boyfriend the approval, I’ll send it to you now…though, you’re gonna owe me for this, Kusanagi too.”

Cathrine let out a strangled noise as she shot up into a seated position.

“No…not Kusanagi, I’ll owe you double favours but leave him out of it.”

Hyde noted how she didn’t deny the vice captain being her partner.

“Three favours from you and I’ll leave him alone…for now.”

Cathrine sighed but knew if they kept going she’d end up owing a million favours.

“Fine.”

She whined out with resignation, hanging up as the form came through, she took Haku off hold, hearing him and Zenji bicker about saving the ‘damsel in distress.’ As Zenji kindly put it.

“Yo, I got you approval to come help me.”

She cut through them, grinning at Haku’s light laughter as he realised they’d been caught.

“How’d you-do I want to know?”

Haku paused as she heard shuffling in the background, she heard a loud metallic clunk as the sound of Haku speed walking through Hotarubi echoed out of the phone.

“Don’t worry about it…”

She sighed out, the three of them started quietly chattering as Cathrine tried to distract herself from the freezing cold and the continuous blazing fire that seemed to enrage anytime she tried to come near it, forcing her further into the field and further into the cold…

She just hoped they’d get here soon.

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Cathrine was freezing.

Now she wasn’t one to be dramatic…

But she might be freezing to death.

Haku and Zenji will find her as a curled up ice cube surrounded by a weirdly freezing fire, as if the anomaly sensed her predicament and actively wanted to make things worse for her.

“Well well well! If it isn’t our fair maiden asleep in the cold breeze, a whirlwind of flames surround her as she fans the flame of your heart-“

She shot up, trying to hide her shivering and failing miserably as Haku wanders over to her and drapes a thick brown leather jacket around her. The jacket was one of her favourites to steal from him, despite the two of them nearly being the same height it was still oversized on her and it was extremely warm, which she could’ve cried happy tears from the feeling of warmth slightly enveloping her, her fingers sore from the cold as she snuggled as deep as she could into the jacket, clutching it close to her as she tried to wrap herself up.

“Hey princess~ thought you could use this as well.”

He kneeled down next to her passing over a travel mug, which Cathrine swiftly swiped, taking a tentative sip as the most beautiful hot chocolate she’s ever tasted burned her throat.

“This is the best hot chocolate I’ve had in my life.”

She was almost In awe as a mixture of cinnamon, chocolate and sweet syrups (and baileys) thrummed through her.

Haku chuckled as he brushed a hand through her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear as he watched her down the hot chocolate. He had it prepared already, planning to surprise Cathrine with hot chocolate at the cathedral before she called him with the current situation. Her hands were shaking, cheeks red from the cold and teeth chattering with blue lips, she was trying to pretend she wasn’t almost freezing to death, stubbornly clamping her mouth shut as she clutched at the mug for dear life.

“Anything for you princess…I brought a fire extinguisher and hmmm-“

A bit of hot chocolate was at the corner of Cathrine’s mouth, Haku grinned to himself as he swiped it off of her with his thumb, licking it as he watched in amusement as Cathrine’s eyes went wide and her face flushed a deep red as Haku leaned in.

“It does taste pretty good.”

Before he could do any more damage to Cathrine’s heart, Zenji popped his head between the two.

“Our charming Haku, shall we distinguish these flames and then you two can set alight your desires.”

Zenji teased the two, Cathrine forcing herself into a standing position despite the chill in her legs making it almost impossible to stay up. She grabbed the fire extinguisher and forced herself to make her way to the bull. She almost didn’t make it if it wasn’t for Haku wrapping an arm around her, helping her over as he then wrapped both arms around her with the excuse of keeping her upright, resting his head on top of hers as they both set off the extinguisher, the flames slowly dying out as the bull slowly turned to them, blowing out steam as it angrily spun towards Cathrine.

Zenji stood in front of it, playing a gentle song on the biwa as he sang to the fuming beast. She leaned into Haku, sighing to herself as she watched the anomaly calm from Zenji’s soft and soothing song. It trotted over to Cathrine, huffing out as it pressed itself close to her looking up at her in contentment as Zenji looked at the two proudly.

Cathrine looked at him in amazement as he nodded encouragingly at her, continuing to play his song as Cathrine reached her hand out to pat the smooth head of the animatronic, gasping as glowing red eyes closed and the anomaly purred happily as it slowly shrunk. Shrinking into a small bee sized creature as Cathrine watched in wonderment, Haku held her close in fear that it was all a ploy before relaxing as the bee flew over to Zenji’s biwa, sitting on the tuning section. Cathrine was trying to unravel the mystery of what just happened in her head as she stared at the anomaly. Haku could see the gears turning as she flicked through her internal catalogue of known anomalies.

“It’s a pixie-like anomaly Cat~the shack guy must’ve trapped it in the mechanical bull form and whatever you did to it must’ve unlocked its cage…”

She held her finger out as the bee landed on it, buzzing happily as it got up and flew around them.

“It was burning away the cage that held it…”

She hummed happily to herself as she spun around the bee following her as she grabbed onto Haku’s hand, clasping them together as she dragged him in the direction of where the station should be. Haku just smirked to himself as he tugged his shivering princess towards him, enjoying the shriek she let out as he scooped her up and started going in the opposite direction.

“Cat, it’s this way…”

She let out a strangled noise as she huddled closer to Haku, wrapping her arms around his neck as she greedily slipped her hands onto his back, taking as much warmth as she could as Haku tried to suppress a shiver, pouting at Cathrine as her cold hands sapped his warmth.

“You’re cruel.”

Haku murmured out as Zenji snickered at the two, going off onto a soliloquy about love and soul mates as the two rolled their eyes at his dramatics.

“I’m cold.”

She pressed her hands to Haku’s cheeks as he leaned into her touch, pressing a kiss to her palm as she quickly snatched them away, the cold hiding her blush as she slumped her head onto his shoulder, hiding her flustered state.

“My poor angel, I guess that means I need to warm you up ey?”

He pressed a kiss to her closed eyelid causing Cathrine to cover her face, hiding the small smile as Haku continued to pepper little kisses over her hands and any parts of her face he could reach.

“This reminds me of a poem…”

Zenji floated beside them, ignoring the aching in his heart as he watched the two, reciting his poem as a furiously blushing Cathrine avoided their gazes. Haku seemed extremely pleased with himself as he held Cathrine as close as he possibly could, grinning as she slowly fell asleep against his shoulder as they continued their journey.

“It seems your plans to have a devious evening with Cathrine still came to fruition, she always knows how to electrify the night.”

Zenji announced as Haku nodded in agreement. Haku’s original plan was to bring hot chocolate to the overworked Cathrine and sneakily make his way to staying the night and forcing Cathrine to catch some sleep, but now instead he gets to hold his princess close and have her snuggle up to him, something she rarely did even when they shared a bed, so he’ll take the win and keep his mini lecture for tomorrow…

“She always does, our princess.”

Zenji gave a hearty chuckle as he glanced adoringly at the now lightly snoring girl, they were approaching the train and escaping the cold, something Cathrine seemed to desperately need…

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They were stretched out on the train chairs, the cushioned sofas making a half suitable napping space as Haku got trapped between the wooden partition on the train and the crashed out Cathrine who was using him as a pillow.

Cathrine had her arms around him, snuggled into his chest as she laid between his legs with her favourite jacket draped over her. Haku was fighting sleep as Zenji did everything he could to keep him awake, they didn’t have long left of their journey but the now mini radiator that is Cathrine and the rickety train were sending him to sleep.

He started plaiting Cathrine’s hair, the bee had been watching them as it buzzed around her, seeming to enjoy watching him braid her hair. It consumed his time as they reached Darkwick before he could blink, the train stopping had jostled Cathrine awake as she shot up in a startled state.

“dove sono?” (Where am I?”)

Her owl like gaze met Haku’s perplexed look as she shook her head before sighing as she muttered to herself.

“Sorry-where am I?”

She awkwardly coughed, feeling disorientated after having one of the best naps of her life and slightly embarrassed at the fact it was most likely due to Haku’s presence.

“We’re back at the academy princess…let’s get you home.”

Haku cooed at her bringing a hand to cup her cheek gently as he ran a thumb across her cheek, leaning forward as she watched him slightly mesmerised. He smiled as their faces were inches apart, he couldn’t help himself as he pressed a kiss to her other cheek. His heart hammering as he couldn’t resist giving her another peck as he heard her let out a short gasp at the contact, her eyes fluttering as he pulled her back onto his lap, arms slyly snaking around her as he easily lifted her up and carried her out of the train.

“I can walk Kusa.”

She grumbled but didn’t resist his hold as she tried to look anywhere except at the man currently carrying her. They’ve never fully kissed but he has dotted kisses around her face, it flustered her to no end and she has no idea how to handle it when he starts, she didn’t hate it-in fact she adored it when he did that sort of thing but she just didn’t know what she should do in response…

She sighed as he made his way to the cathedral, obediently carrying her as she tried to check her phone to update Hyde and Romeo that she had gotten back, yet, life was cruel so that meant her phone battery had to be dead. The suitcase was sitting pretty in her lap as they made it to the cathedral, the cold and stress of the situation had drained any energy she had and despite having the best nap of her life, she was still extremely tired and ready for bed; Hyde and Romeo probably have eyes on them anyway and know that they’re back…they’ll just have to wait.

Zenji left them when they got to the cathedral claiming he had to update Subaru with what happened and ensure the other wasn’t too stressed about the situation and he wanted to pop by Mortkranken to see Jiro. Haku nodded gratefully to him as Cathrine leaned out of his hold to unlock the door, she waved goodbye to Zenji who graciously bowed and quickly made his way back, leaving the two alone in the cathedral.

“You can put me down, ya know.”

She folded her arms grumpily as Haku just hummed out a noise of amusement as he started clambering up the stairs, huffing out a laugh at the squeak she let out as a stair creaked a bit too loudly.

He placed her on the bed unceremoniously as she let out a loud oof, before going to grab some pyjamas for her and make some more hot chocolate for the grumpy cat who was sitting cross legged on the bed tracking his every movement.

Cathrine sighed as she got up pattering her way over to Haku unable to sit still if she has nothing to do. Haku who was still trying to chose out what pyjamas he’d like to see Cathrine in, deciding between shorts and one of his stolen jumpers or cute cat joggers with one of his other stolen jumpers.

How she keeps getting them, he’s not sure.

They’re not even the ones he leaves behind, they’re even some of his favourites…

“You staying the night?”

She leaned onto him, pressing her cheek against his shoulder as he smiled down at the girl.

“Should I princess?~”

He sang at her as she reached the shorts and jumper choice before grabbing the left behind hoody and joggers for Haku.

“Sure.”

She yawned as she answered, closing her eyes slightly in a sleepy state.

“Hmmm…I dunno Cat~ you don’t sound too enthused, do you want me to stay?”

She frowned peeking up at him, she chewed at her lip before wrapping her arm around his, humming thoughtfully to herself.

He wanted her to say she wanted him to stay, needed her to say it, almost desperate for her to confirm what they keep dancing around.

“Please stay.”

Her voice quiet and shy as she tried to grapple with the right words.

He wrapped an arm around her, guiding her to face him as he leaned forward pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

“I’m gonna have a bath and get changed, did you want one as well?”

She asked sighing as she wrapped her arms around his waist as she rested her chin on his chest so she could look up at him, smiling gently.

“Only if we could share…”

She rolled her eyes as she gently pushed him away, trying to hide the widening smile and slight blush as she took the pyjamas and run away to the bathroom.

“No.”

She poked her tongue out to him as she closed the door.

Haku sighed as he quickly got changed and started preparing the drinks.

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Cathrine had kept the braids in that Haku had previously done, she was way too tired before her bath to realise what’d he done but as she done her skin care routine (something enforced by Romeo.) A soft smile graced her face as she gently traced a finger over it, humming to herself as she exited out of the bathroom, to see Haku huddled in her covers, a hot chocolate in hand as he patiently waited for her, the chill of the cathedral setting in as she started regretting picking the shorts option. The boss was asleep on the pillows hogging her side of it as Cathrine swiftly made her way over to them.

Haku opened the mini duvet fortress he had created, gesturing for Cathrine to come sit on his lap as she shyly scrambled her way to him.

Haku silently and sleepily grabbed a mug from the side, steam floating from it as he handed it over to her. Cathrine settled herself in his lap as she calmly sipped at her drink, the two settled into a comfortable silence as Haku rested his head on top of hers, drawing shapes on her thighs as she tried to resist crashing out.

She waited to finish her drink before gently pushing Haku down as he flopped onto the mattress, she placed her drink on the side as she collapsed on top of him. She sighed trying to get comfortable as she tossed and turned trying not to let the onslaught of thoughts disturb her, Haku watched her amused before she let out a strangled noise as she dramatically sat up.

“You alright there princess?”

He sat up, lazily dragging her onto his lap as he wrapped his arms around her.

“What happened to bee?”

She spun around, haku’s eyes widening as they become face to face, a slight blush covering his face as he pulled her slightly closer.

“Hmmm…right here pretty.”

He pulled out a bee hair clip from his front pocket, smoothly handing it over to her as she inspected the piece. Bee buzzed happily in her embrace as she looked at Haku confused.

“They saw me playing with your hair and I’m guessing they liked the idea of it?”

He was more than distracted as he dragged his hands across her soft thighs, eyes darting from her lips to her eyes as he tried to concentrate as she started going off on a tangent on the adaptability and evolution of the anomaly, only stopping when she realised he was not listening to a word she said and his hands have somehow made it underneath her shorts, drawing small circles on her thighs as she sighed cupping his face and giggling as a sheepish grin spread across his face.

“You weren’t listening.”

He shook his head, smirking as he slid his hands further up, resting them on her waist and enjoying the way her eyes fluttered at the feeling.

“Sorry princess.”

He murmured leaning forward as he pulled her closer, their noses brushing against eachother as he heard her take a sharp intake of breath.

“You look really pretty when you take about science stuff.”

She snorted at the cheesy line, eyes fluttering shut as he was oh-so near to finally pressing his lips against hers.

Yet, of course life was not on their side as the now half charged phone let out a shrill cry, she knew it would either be Hyde or Romeo so she had to answer. Cathrine sighed leaning away as she grabbed it, Haku groaning as he leaned back stretching his hands over his eyes in exasperation.

He could hear Romeo shrill shouts through the phone as Cathrine dramatically rolled her eyes.

“I’ll bring it to you tomorrow chill, it’s safe it’s fine…no, the anomaly got destroyed.”

The anomaly had made its home in her hair, transforming into a hair pin that slides through the braids, bees and chains decorating it with a snake wrapped around the pin.

She wrapped an arm around Haku’s neck, playing with his hair as she waited for Romeo to finish his monologue….

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1 hour and 45 minutes…

Haku was resting his head on Cathrine’s shoulder, half asleep as Cathrine finally finished the phone call. Sighing heavily as she flopped her arms over his shoulder, Haku let out a light cheer as he flipped them over.

Hoovering above her as she looked up at him exhausted.

“Princess…”

He collapsed on top of her, clasping their hands together as his eyelids felt heavy and Cathrine felt insanely soft and warm-it was too tempting to crash out when he so dearly wanted to carry on what they were previously doing before Romeo interrupted.

“Haku…c’mere please”

He tiredly lifted himself up as he stared down at her, she lifted herself up cupping his face as she pressed a light kiss to his lips, she lightly tapped his face as she pulled away.

She flopped back onto the bed, arms wide as a blushing Haku fell into her embrace.

“That’s all I can give you for now Hakuuu, but now I must rest, Romeo said he’ll be here to collect bright & early…we have just two hours to get some sleep.”

Haku let out a low groan of annoyance as he sighed burying himself into Cathrine’s shoulder as sleep came swiftly to the two of them…

When Romeo broke into the cathedral he wasn’t expecting hotarubi’s vice captain cuddling into his explosives expert, he looked at them in disgust as he brushed a hand through the Boss’ fur before he swiftly yanked the covers off the two.

“Noooooooooo~”

Cathrine threw a pillow at Romeo as Haku continued to sleep on top of her.

“Where’s the brief case BB?”

She lazily pointed a finger to the kitchen, Romeo leaving her to the cold as he marched over taking the briefcase and checking over the contents. His gaze flickering back over to the pathetic display as Cathrine struggled to grab the covers back.

“You have strange taste in men.”

He announced grabbing the covers and tossing it over the two.

“Shut up, like you don’t?”

She shot back, grouchy from being awoken so early as Romeo simply rolled his eyes and briskly left leaving a very annoyed Cathrine as she tried to cuddle into Haku and crash out once again, she was just about to fall asleep when…

“GOOD MORNING DEAR LOVE BIRDS, MY HEART SINGS AT THE SIGHT OF THE TWO ENTWINED…”

Zenji cried out as he flew through her window, both Haku and Cathrine cried out as they were fully awoken by the insanely loud wake up call that is Zenji.

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker oc #tokyo debunkers #cathrine #haku kusanagi #zenji kotodama #Hyde #Cathrine x haku

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pr3ttyl1ps · 8 months ago

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sorry my brain is turned off. all im thinking about is raping you against the edge of the bed, watching your tits bounce against the pounding. holding a vibrator to my tboy dick, the sensation overwhelming me each time i pump into you.

i imagine your mouth wide open while i fuck you, unable to close it because i had throat fucked you prior to help lubricate my strap before i shoved it into your tight hole. i wanna watch your body slowly go limp, your struggle to fight back fading with each thrust. i want to watch your body betray your cries for me to stop. i wanna watch you grab onto your tits and play with your nipples. i’ll grab you by the wrists and pin them down to the bed. “you don’t have any control over how good you get to feel tonight. i’ll take care of it for you.” i’ll say through heavy breathing.

you’ll go back and forth between fighting me and letting yourself be raped. but when you fight me, i’ll see in your eyes that you’re looking at me with such admiration. i’ll thrust harder to make you stop. without even saying a word you’ll obey my body’s command. not like you have much choice, my tboy dick will already be shoved in your pussy, there’s no turning back once i start.

then you’ll fully accept it and start moaning my name, over and over again. i’m gonna have trained you to where you’ll realize how good my length feels inside of you. you’ll start begging for it. i’ll tease you, tell you how much of a slut you are for enjoying being raped by me. then everytime you stop moaning my name, i’ll stop thrusting into you. and i’ll watch you scratch at me like a pathetic whore. i’ll look into those stupid green eyes and tell you, “i told you, you’d like it.” then i’ll start rubbing your clit at a torturing, slow pace. getting you worked up, scratching my back and wrapping your legs around my waist, begging for me to be inside you again. i wanna feel you grab hold of my member and shove it in yourself, then tightly locking your legs around my hips, you force me to thrust. i want to feel you grab my waist and buck my hips for me. i wanna watch your eyes travel down to where the damage is being done. to watch my cock sliding in and out of the mess that is your pussy juices all over me.

you can’t hold it in any longer. the more i thrust into you, the more i hit the spot. i leave my fingers at your clit and continue to rub, slightly increasing my pace. soon we’ll both be needy, horny fucks, wanting to cum for each other. oo i wanna hear your breathy moans in my ear. the way your pitch gets higher the closer you are to cumming. i know you’ve never screamed for anyone louder and with as much passion than with me. my favorite sound in the world is to hear that blood curdling scream, muffled into the pillow or into my shoulder.

i fuck you with my entire soul. and you can feel it in your soul too. the way you cum for me is unmatched. you regret having slept with anyone else in the past. i’ll make you remember why you hesitated looking elsewhere in the first place. no one will ever fuck you the same. you’ll always want to keep coming back to me.

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myf00djournal · 1 year ago

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Out on my morning walk looking like a well matched queen 👸🏻

Thinking about my peers on here doing some reflecting and setting of goals and pondering if I set concrete goals for myself this year. Retrospectively, yes I suppose I did! Things just kind of happened and I guess seeing them through was the persistence.

My brain dump looking back -

👩🏻‍🏫 Work - Hmm. Well I started in a role that will not exist next year which is a shame. I will still be in a similar role, albeit temporarily until the end of the year. Then, I am not sure what’s happening. My HSC class ranked 1st in our system so that’s pretty exciting. I made a lot of connections with my students and supported them through some pretty heavy shit…

📚 Study - …This then prompted me to start my Masters which I am 3 units into. I have been toying with the idea of pursuing this for ten years so that is a long term goal achieved for sure!

💵 Other work - I wrote freelance exam papers and did HSC marking for some side money 💰 I have said no to the exam papers for next year which I am so proud of myself for.

🏋🏽‍♀️ Training - I went to the gym 170 times which seems to average 3-4 times per week. Sounds right. Jan-Sept is hard because of netball, I was lucky to get to the gym 3 times per week during the season. My gym doesn’t open on Sundays either. Sept-Dec was a solid hit out during the challenge. I managed to lose 10kg, making my total loss since September 2022 16kg without any gains back. I didn’t suffer any major injuries in the gym and this contributed to my consistency and ability to push myself more.

🏃🏽‍♀️ Parkrun - I ran 33 parkruns this year. In April last year I set a goal to get back under 30 mins. I did it this year not once but nine times 🥹 all in the second half of the year. This was my biggest running year since 2019 due to lockdowns etc.

🏐 Netball - My rep and club team both finished 3rd 🥲 I had great seasons, particularly for club my shooting accuracy was the highest and most consistent it’s been for years sitting around 85-90% every game. That was my goal ✅ No injuries that sidelined me - except for my dislocated finger 🤣 briefly. Another goal ✅

💵 Monies - Without putting amounts out there it’s pleasing and also a privilege to get through the year comfortably. I got to travel with my bestie at the start of the year, book a holiday with Josh (Wednesday eee) and still save a good amount for my emergency fund, general savings and pay for my units upfront for uni (although 75% is subsidized thanks government). When I cleaned out my wardrobe I was pleased not too part with too much which means I haven’t overconsumed and wasted.

🏥 Health - I had my endo surgery which had been on my mind for about 3-4 years. ✅ I already feel so many benefits from it and regret not having it again sooner (last one was 2009!). Had another iron infusion. Generally, I do look after my health and try to do regular dental, chiro, GP visits etc. I only saw my psych once this year. I could probably have done with a top up because things got very dicey for me around April, but we made it through.

🥂 Alcohol - I stopped drinking between August-November and since have only had alcohol on 5 occasions (I use a dry days tracker). I’m sorting out when feels safe for me to drink and how much control I have. The reset has really helped me understand why I used to drink, sometimes alone, and that I put myself in unsafe situations when this happens. I still have some soul searching to go but I am on the right track.

My brain dump for 2024 -

👩🏻‍🏫 Work - Enjoy the year. Relax a little. Set boundaries. Know where you stand.

📚 Study - Complete 5 units

💵 Other work - HSC marking and that’s it

🏋🏽‍♀️ Training - Keep up with gym, average 4-5 times per week. Bench 60! Be nicer to people at 5am 🤣

🏃🏽‍♀️ Running - Attend as many parkruns as I can. Go under 28 (home PB). Volunteer more. Maybe do a half again in November? Depends on other factors.

🏐 Netball - Have already said no to rep (can you tell I am being so firm with my resources next year?). Will always play club. Goal - Win grand final again. Shoot at 90-95% accuracy.

💵 Monies - We connected with a financial advisor just before Christmas so plan to see that through and have a look at what we can do! Clearer goals will then form. I also want to stop shouting people things. I am overly generous with this and it needs to stop because a lot of the time it’s colleagues who never do a shout so it never comes back to me 🥲

🏥 Health - Find out what I am anaphylactic to on 28/2 😀 and hopefully don’t die during that test! Continue managing my endo and other factors that connect to all of that. Maintain my weight loss in healthy and sensible means (which I am confident in myself I can).

🥂 Alcohol - I want to continue to be mindful in my motives for drinking, how society has normalized alcohol consumption, etc. I want to be safe, feel healthy and not ruin next days for myself.

📷 - My bestie and I need to take more photos together

📱- I really need to reduce my screen time (cruise will help with this!)

📖- I really need to read more (2 books planned for our cruise!)

🧽 - I keep editing and adding to this lol. I want to maintain a really minimal space inside our home. We have done a lot of decluttering the last few weeks and I am really keen to keep it up. We have a council clean up booked for 2/1 and what better way to start the NY! Can’t wait to drag some of our old stuff out and say see ya 👋🏾

#gymlife #training #strength and conditioning #nutrition #food #personal #health & fitness #new year #goals #reflection

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rpf-bat · 2 years ago

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❝ i know i can’t protect you from everything, but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control. ❞ Joel/Tommi pls 🖤

Joel should’ve known something was up, when Tommi asked him to visit Oulu.

Joel had agreed, of course. Now that the tour was over with, he had fuck-all to do at home in Helsinki, and he was bored out of his skull. So, why not visit his friend?

It’s not like I’m traveling six hundred kilometers just for a guy, he’d told himself, during the long train ride. My parents also live in Oulu. I can visit them while I’m in town, too.

But, when he’d arrived at the train station, Tommi had been standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He had awkwardly shoved the flowers into Joel’s hands. He hadn’t explained what they were for. He’d just grunted, “get in the car.”

….And so now Joel was in Tommi’s car.

“This isn’t the road to your place,” Joel noticed. He and Tommi had been friends since high school, so of course he knew the route extremely well.

“We’re not going to my place yet,” Tommi said vaguely, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Uh….where are we going, then?” Joel asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Dinner,” Tommi grunted.

“Oh…at the pub near our old practice studio?” Joel guessed.

“Nope,” Tommi shook his head, still refusing to look at Joel. “Istanbul.”

“That Turkish restaurant?” Joel blinked. “Dude, a steak there is like 45 euros. Why the fuck would we eat there?”

“We sold a lot of merch while we were on tour,” Tommi shrugged. “And I’ve been doing extra work at the hospital. We can afford it.”

“You’re acting like it’s a special occasion,” Joel said suspiciously. He sniffed the air, suddenly aware of a strange scent. “Tommi, are you wearing cologne?”

“….Maybe,” Tommi confessed. “Does it smell bad?”

“No,” Joel shook his head. “You smell…amazing, actually.”

Tommi smiled, for the first time since Joel had arrived.

People who didn’t know the drummer as well as Joel did, often called him grumpy. But when he did smile…oh, god. It lit up a room.

“Tommi,” Joel said softly, realization making his heart ache. “Why am I actually here?”

Tommi was quiet for a moment, as he parked the car outside the restaurant.

“I wanted to tell you after we got inside,” the bear-like man sighed. “I wanted to tell you after a nice dinner. But, you know me too well, Joel. My feelings might not have been obvious to most people. But lately….I’m sure it’s been obvious to you. I brought you here, because I wanted to tell you how I feel. The truth is, I lo….”

“Don’t say it,” Joel interrupted, putting a finger to Tommi’s lips. “Please don’t say it.”

Goddamnit. Tommi’s lips felt so soft, against his fingertip. He couldn’t help but imagine, how they would feel against his mouth.

Tommi’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed Joel’s wrist, and pushed his hand away from his face.

“Why aren’t you letting me talk?” he asked, looking hurt.

“You’re right,” Joel confessed. “I saw how you were looking at me, during this last tour. It’s not the way the rest of the guys look at me.”

“So, you already know how I feel?” Tommi realized, eyes wide. “Then, why won’t you let me say it out loud? I wanted to set a romantic scene. Make the perfect confession of…”

“Tommi, stop,” Joel interrupted again. “You don’t want to do this.”

“What do you mean, I don’t want to do it?” Tommi growled. “Joel…I’ve been wanting to say this to you, since I was sixteen years old.”

Joel’s jaw dropped. “You’ve…felt this way about me, for that long?”

“Of course I have,” Tommi said, sounding choked up. “Joel, I’ve always l…”

“Don’t you dare say it,” Joel stopped him again.

“Why? Because you don’t want to have to tell me to my face, that you’ll never feel the same way about me?”

“Tommi, no!” Joel cried. It was taking everything in his power, not to give into the impulse, to pull the larger man into his arms. “That’s not it at all.”

“Then, what is it?!” Tommi cried. “Why won’t you let me say the words, when you already know the truth?”

“Because you’ll regret it,” Joel said, his voice thick with tears. “Tommi, if I let you be with me, I would ruin your life. I’m a mess. I’m anxious and depressed all the time. I can never focus on anything important, because of my ADHD. I self medicate with alcohol and weed even though I know that’s not healthy for me. And…”

“And you think I don’t know all of those things already?” Tommi asked him, looking him in the eye. “Joel, we’ve been friends for a decade. You think your problems are news to me?”

“Then….why do you still want me?” Joel sobbed. “There’s no reason why you should. Can’t you see I’m trying to protect you?”

“Protect me?” Tommi repeated, incredulous. “From what?”

“From the unhappy life I know you would have, if I let you be mine!” Joel cried. “I know I can’t protect you from everything, but I wish you’d let me protect you from the things I can control.”

“You can’t control how I feel,” Tommi insisted. “Joel, I love you. Even if you think you don’t deserve it.”

He pulled Joel into the tightest bear hug he could muster, and even when Joel tried to squirm away, he held him fast. Tommi’s shirt quickly became wet with Joel’s tears.

Joel’s voice was so muffled by the fabric, that Tommi almost missed those critical four words: “I love you too.”

#joel hokka x tommi lalli #blind channel rpf

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years ago

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Chapter VI: House Drop

Characters: Sulane “Sullie” Celeste, Jasner ""Jas" Verbane, James Diamond, Kendall Knight, Carlos Garcia, Hortense "Logan" Mitchell, Gustavo Roque, Kelly Wainwright, Katie Knight, Mama Knight Freight Train, Camille Roberts (Briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Shenanigans, Sulane not feeling well, mansion sitting gone wrong, Monty the hairless cat being called a chicken, Sulane and Monty are not friends :(, Sulane showing her future potential as a producer, Jasner being both helpful and unhelpful, Kelly is a godsend

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Jasner decides to take a break from auditions for the next few hours, debating on if he should work on some homework, he hadn’t been able to do yesterday or put it off until later and find Sullie.

He shakes his head at the feeling of those damn butterflies moving around in his stomach whenever he thinks of her. He's happy to see her become the person he imagines she was before arriving in the Palm Woods, happy.

But he’s also kind of scared because the pretty boy of the band seems to hate him. Which is kind of weird for him to think about when everyone else here seems to like him and yet, he thinks he knows why.

Yesterday when he left Camille for a second to grab the smoothies, he may or may not have taken a minor detour and may have used his favorite form of travel in any building (he can find a blueprint to) the vents.

He couldn’t tell what he was feeling when Gustavo asked them if they had experienced the kind of love, they needed to in order to “perfect” the song and James turned around to look at the only person who’s around them most of the time, that’s their age.

He left without popping in to say hi, needing to figure out what he was feeling before talking to Sulane again.

“How are you feeling?”

“Huh?” She turns her head, staring at him.

‘Oh… no.’ He smiles at her, has she always been this pretty?

Is he slow to realize that she’s really cool and interesting and- he’s not just crushing he’s on the verge of falling for her, and hard.

He sits on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. ‘Act normal. She doesn’t need to know.’ “Whatcha doin’?”

“Reading more letters. I found some hidden behind pasta in the cabinets.”

“Oh, really. Do you,” his voice cracks. Jasner winces and shakes his head. “Do you want me to look around and see if I can find anymore?”

“Not right now. I’m still reading through the first two weeks I was here. Apparently, Carlos got his first A which turned out to be a mistake because there were two Carlos’ in his math class.” Sulane huffs, throwing her head back against the cushions of the couch.

They turn to look at one another, staring into each other’s eyes before she sighs.

“Do you want to take a nap?”

She shakes her head, stretches her arms above her head, stifling a yawn.

“You’re lying. Come on, up you go,” he pats the cushion beside him.

“Fine.” She sets the letter on top of the pile she’s made.

He moves out of the way, smiling. “Lay down, I’ll watch something on TV and wait till you fall asleep before leaving.”

She nods, already half asleep.

He purses his lips, wondering what he can do to help make things easier for her.

She’s been working so much more than he's ever seen and it’s taking a toll on her.

He shakes his head, grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch, carefully laying it across her before squatting, resting on the balls of his feet.

He brushes a few fallen strands off her cheek, pushing them behind her ear. “If I ever get a big role and have to shoot out of town or something, I’d really miss you,” he mutters, watching over her until he realizes he needs to go to his apartment and make an audition tape. He doesn’t know why he said it, but he doesn’t regret it because he would.

S01 EP 06

She opens her eyes at the sound of Gustavo’s ring tone for when he calls, Darth Vader’s iconic music.

She chuckles at the sound because she doesn’t like Star Wars (but watched all the movies because of Jasner and knew when she heard the sound, she had to find it). “What?”

“Don’t you what me? I’m the one who signs that thing you call a paycheck.”

“And I’m the one keeping your assistant sane because I’m amazing, want to try that again without so much attitude.”

He grumbles.

A heavy sigh comes through along with some rustling. “Sulane. I need you to get down to the studio, Gustavo needs help finishing the boy’s song. He can’t figure out this one line and he’s starting to get on my nerves,” Kelly tells her daughter.

“On my way.”

She hangs up and changes before grabbing a piece of licorice and opening her door. “Freight Train, just the guy I wanted to see.”

“You heading off to work?”

“You know it.”

“Piggyback?”

“Please.”

They pass by as the boys are doing something moronic but don’t stop.

Sulane needs to keep her stupid meter on low today.

Jasner walks out into the pool area, wandering over towards the guys listening to Logan explain fartology to Kendall and James. “It's basic fartology.”

“He’s not wrong.”

“Hey, Jas,” Kendall and Logan greet him.

“So how do we know when it's coming?” James asks.

The three band mates leaned down.

“I'm not sure,” Kendall responds.

“Oh, guys. I wouldn’t-”

It’s too late. They’re drenched.

“Whoo! Did you get that on video?” Carlos shouts, excited about the results.

“Should it be smoking like this?” Kendall asks, watching as his camera short circuits and smoke comes from it.

“Man!” “Oh, man.” The boys exclaim, disappointed in their work.

- Ah, ah, ah-ah, ooh -

“I wanna be famous,” the band sings waving Kendall to sing his line. “You want to be the one who's living the life.”

The producer pushes his mic button. “And cut!”

“It sounded great, right?” Kendall asks, still feeling the adrenaline of singing with his best friends. He glances over to see the blonde doing a “stop” gesture and tilts his head in confusion… until Gustavo continues.

“No,” he starts off, which confuses the boys. “Green day sounds great. You guys didn't make me want to vomit.”

“Oh, Gustavo!” They all angrily rip their headphones off their head. “Come on!”

Until the producer pushes a button and mutes them and he mouths to them, “I can’t hear you.”

“Why can't you tell them they sound good? Or thank them for all their hard work?” Kelly asks, after smacking his arm.

“Showing thanks is a sign of weakness.”

“What about you know who?” She gestures to Sulane, who stands in front of the glass window, writing something in her notebook.

“I stand by my previous statement. And besides, you don't hear them thanking me.”

The teen girl lifts her notebook for the boys to see. “Say thank you or I end you all. You haven’t thanked him once and I think he’s hurt by it.”

Carlos gives her a thumbs up.

“Gustavo,” Kendall says earning the adult’s attention. “We just wanted to thank you.”

The others chime in. “Yeah, thank you.”

“Thank you so much,” Logan clarifies.

“So much fun,” James adds.

“It's been a blast,” Carlos tells him.

Kelly nudges her boss’s shoulder.

“I just wanted to say you guys,” the producer pauses for dramatic effect.

“Are done for the day. Kelly and I are off to North Carolina.”

“Ooh, can you bring us back a tar heel?” The corndog lover asks, with a clearly excited tone.

“Ooh, I'm thinking about bringing back a hot new band, that I can replace you with when you inevitably fail me.”

Sulane pursed her lips, she knew this was going to happen, but she hoped he wasn’t going to do it to them. She pinches the bridge of her nose because she cares.

Kelly gives the boys a sorry look and her frown deepens at the sight of her daughter.

“Replace us?”

They glance over at her.

“Did you know?” Logan asks.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes, placing her headphones on her head, needing to tune the stupidity out before exiting the room.

The band follows their producer. “Gustavo!”

“Stop!”

“You can't be serious.”

“You can't. You're not gonna replace us, not after you see my new head shots.” James lifts his headshots after seemingly pulling them out of his pocket. “One hot young doctor, one hot greasy mechanic.”

“Ooh, ooh.” Gustavo says, removing them from the pretty boy’s grasp, flinging them to the side. “Ooh, I'll put these with the others.”

James yelps and reaches for his headshots.

Sulane glances at the boy from the corner of her eye.

James feels her stare and quickly hides it behind his back.

“Kelly,” Gustavo walks to his office backwards, “who'd you get to house-sit my mansion?”

“Oh, you said that you would take care of that,” Kelly points out.

“There is no way I would have ever said-”

The more experienced assistant pulls out a tape recorder and hits play. “Kelly, I'll find someone to house-sit my mansion.”

The producer groans.

She glances over shoulder at the boy band. “I record everything now.”

James gives her an impressed expression with an okay hand signal.

Logan clicks his tongue and points to her.

Kendall is impressed (and hopes Sulane takes notes).

Carlos is a little scared but proud of her.

Sulane wraps her arm around her mom’s shoulders, “I’ve taught you well.”

“See! This is why I didn’t want you two working together. You’re both mean.”

They scoff, rolling their eyes.

Jasner walks down the hallway, turning right so he's standing behind the boys; he sips his smoothie. “What’s up?”

The band jumps back, not expecting him.

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” The blonde asks.

“Shouldn’t you?”

“Touche.”

The producer rolls his eyes. “You can play your blame game later. Meanwhile, who's gonna dust my 100-inch plasma.”

The boys step forward.

“Feed my exotic pets.”

They take another step.

“And make sure my $1 million media room stays set at 68 degrees?”

Carlos holds onto Kelly shoulder, slightly shaking while James does the same thing with Sulane as they answer. “We'll mansion-sit for you.”

“Oh, you want me to let the monkey’s mansion-sit?”

“Yeah, I thought we were dogs,” the brainiac points out.

“You're monkey dogs. And the answer is no.”

“Can I see you in your office, please? Mm.” The more experienced assistant shoves her boss into his office as Gustavo glances back at them, feeling very confused.

The teen girl throws her head back and laughs. “Oh, you guys are desperate.” She pushes James and Jasner off her. “And I’m done. Bye.”

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Carlos asks.

“I have plans.”

“But, watching Gustavo’s mansion is probably better than your plans,” James tells her, not wanting her to depart from them just yet.

She sighs and he smiles and pulls her closer to the door so they can listen in.

The group falls onto the floor and quickly pushes themselves off the ground… except for Jasner.

The boy notices the raised brow he’s getting from Kelly. “I’m not going to waste a drop of this smoothie; I can’t find a raspberry one anywhere.”

“What’s up?” Carlos says after pushing himself up.

“Hey man,” Logan starts. “We were- we were just hanging out.”

“I didn’t plan on this happening,” Sulane quickly adds.

“Quiet and follow weird name.”

“There are five mansion-sitting rules at Casa Gustavo. One, stay out of my media room.”

James gives him a thumbs up.

“Two, do not open my living room fridge.”

Carlos does an okay gesture with a reassuring head shake.

“Three, keep the butts off my $40,000 Federico Benini couch.”

Kendall gives him finger guns and then looks away, glancing over at the blonde, silently asking if he’s serious to which she nods.

“Four, do not touch my Peruvian hairless cat, Monty.”

“Ooh, I love cats,” Logan replies, with a smile.

“Don't touch him!”

The brainiac shrugs. “I don't even like cats.”

The teen girl slaps her chest. “Oh my god.” She snatches Jasner’s smoothie from him and takes a sip. “That thing is still alive?! You haven’t accidentally cooked it.”

Everyone glances over at her.

“What? It was sitting in a bowl, and I thought he was defrosting some chicken.”

“And five, if anything- anything is broken in my mansion, you are all fired! Are we clear?”

Sulane shakes her head, “morons.” She walks out of the room as they continue to cheer.

As Kendall tries to persuade his mom into letting them mansion sit, with the not so helpful assistance of Logan; he has to chuck a dinosaur chicken nugget at the other two to make his point.

“You-” Sulane takes a deep breath, swallowing her food. “You are not old enough? You can be an adult and have a childish side, nothing too like major though you know… not like Molly.”

Mama Knight glances in her direction.

“Sorry, anyway, they’ll be fine.”

“Fine, as long as she goes with you, and I want hourly updates.”

“No,” Sulane groans, holding her head in her hands.

The boys cheer until Carlos knocks over James’s chocolate milk.

“You knocked over my chocolate milk.”

The helmet lover chews louder which angers his friend.

“Whoa!” Carlos shouts as the pretty boy tackles him.

Katie and Logan each take a nugget from the boys’ plates.

“I'll be in charge along with the assistance of everyone’s favorite person.”

She shrugs him off her. “Get off me.”

Sulane opens the door to hear, “Katie, you're not staying. Get out of the duffel bag.”

“Fine.”

She shakes her head at the young girl’s behavior. “Sorry, Katie,” she and Kendall apologize.

“See you.” Jasner turns around and thanks Mama Knight.

The older woman smiles, “you’re welcome. I’m happy they have someone else to hang out with.”

He turns around with a big smile on his face.

“Why do you look so excited?” Logan asks.

“This is the only time I get to see the inside of Gustavo’s mansion.”

“So, you’ve never been here before?”

“Only to the front door but that’s about it.”

“Why?” Kendall chimes in.

“Something about him not trusting me or thinking I’m going to destroy his mansion.”

The boys nod before running inside.

The teen girl escapes to her room, not at all in the mood to even try and deal with the boys and their excitement.

She rolls her eyes when she hears them having fun come from the media room.

They decide to go on a journey to the kitchen.

They stare at the fridge with their heads tilted.

“Why do you think Gustavo locks his fridge?” Kendall throws out there.

“I bet he keeps his heart in there,” James replies.

“Or his victims,” Logan adds.

“Or food,” Carlos and Jasner say. They turn to one another and high five.

“Well, only one way to find out.”

The brainiac turns to stop his blond friend from taking a step further. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you crazy? Don't you remember mansion-sitting rule number two?”

They turn to a flashback of Gustavo telling them, “rule number two, help yourselves to anything you want in my living room fridge.”

“That was not it,” Logan tells them.

“Yes, it was,” the other four say.

Carlos spreads his arm open, forcing Logan, Jasner, and James to take a step back. “Step aside, boys. My uncle was a locksmith. You just place your hands between the cylinder and the central housing, and then hit it with the sledgehammer!” The corn dog lover raises the item (he seemingly pulled out of nowhere) and screams.

The found Gustavo’s holy grail… his pudding fridge.

“Pudding!” They all shouted.

Sulane walks downstairs, in need of an aspirin or something to get rid of her migraine, something that always happens whenever she thinks about visiting her mom’s grave.

Once she gets what she needs and begins to slowly feel some relief, she decides to check on the boys and passes by the broken fridge.

“What. Did. You. Guys. Do?” She sees Kendall reaching over to grab a spoonful of James’ pudding (and is successful). “Don’t you dare.”

The leader turns to her, looking like a deer in headlights… and then the pudding falls from his spoon.

The boys start screaming.

“You idiot. Why would you do that?”

“Gustavo's $40,000 couch!” Carlos freaks out.

“Get your butts off his couch was rule number three,” Logan adds.

“No, it wasn't,” Kendall shakes his head.

They see another flashback. “Rule number three, keep your butts off my $40,000 Federico Benini couch.”

“Okay, maybe it was,” the leader stresses the last word.

“Gustavo's gonna kill us. And we're only 64 years old,” James adds.

“Minus us two, right?” Jasner whispers to Sulane.

She shrugs him away; this whole thing just turned her sour mood into an even worse sour mood.

The leader pulls her out of her thoughts. “Which means we are more than capable of removing a pudding stain from a couch. Logan brain now.”

“Right, okay, um- Gustavo has a cat, right? And cat litter's main ingredient is bentonite, which as we all know, is a natural absorbent.”

“Why the hell do you know that? Do you study cat litter in your spare time?”

The brainiac frowns. “Why are you so upset?”

As these three talk, Kendall has Carlos and James getting started on their pudding mishap.

“I’m not.”

“You are though,” Jasner tells her.

“Okay, well you two need to shut up because I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“Logan.”

“Yeah.” He sees the look she’s giving him. “Shut up, right, got it.”

“There, now we just relax and wait.” Logan sets the box of cat litter off to the side.

“Did anyone think that maybe that Monty is going to see cat litter and think it’s in his litter box?”

No one answers her as they scream when they see said cat hop onto the couch.

“Whoa, what is that thing?” Logan points to the hairless cat.

“Oh, it must be his cat,” Jasner and Kendall adds.

“That's a cat?” Carlos asks.

“No, it’s a chicken in disguise.”

“I totally see it now. That’s freaky. I never saw Gustavo to be the kind of guy who would buy a naked cat. Did anyone else see that coming?” Jasner chimes in.

The boys shake their heads. “J- just get him off before he-”

“Marks his territory,” they answer together.

Sulane throws her head back and claps her hands. “I told you guys.”

“Get him off the couch,” Kendall screams.

“Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.” Carlos lifts the cat, but it tries to fight back, and he chucks the cat to the other side of the room and out the door. “Uh-oh.”

“There goes rule number four.” Logan sits down at the nearest table, feeling a little defeated with all their mishaps so far and accidentally sits on Gustavo’s party remote.

A disco ball pops out of the ceiling and Carlos is scared.

“Rule number five! If we break anything, we're fired!” James shouts over the music, freaking out.

“Everybody, just calm down. All we got to do is get the stain off the couch, Find the cat, and raise the disco ball. We can do this together,” Kendall puts his hand out, wanting everyone to do it.

“Uh- hi,” Jasner interrupts, putting his hand in too. “What about the pudding? You guys-” He clears his throat when he sees Sulane glaring at him. “We ate like, all of it. How are we going to restock his fridge?”

Kendall purses his lips.

Logan runs up to Kendall and Jasner who use the fire extinguishers to put out a fire they made. “I can't find the cat at all.”

“I think I broke the statue,” James says, holding two of the statues’ pieces.

Kendall accidentally sets off his fire extinguisher.

“Okay, kid,” Jasner lowers the blond’s hands. “Don’t set it off again.”

“Well, the good news is, this can't get any worse, right?”

Carlos pops into the hallway and starts screaming. “The alligator's loose! The alligator's loose!”

“Wait, is there a- Why is there an alligator?” Logan passes out.

“Get him! Get him!” Kendall tells the others.

“Leave him. He’ll be the bait. If we feed it, we can lock it back up.”

They turn to look at her as she leans against the stair railing.

“Sulane!” Kendall yells at her.

“What?” She rolls her eyes. “Hurry up and grab him before you all become alligator food.”

“How did an alligator get in here?” The leader whines as he holds a piece of meat on a makeshift “fishing pole”, standing on a ladder with Carlos next to him.

“I opened the back door to let the smoke out, and it crawled in from Gustavo's moat.”

Jasner’s head snaps in Carlos’ direction.

“His moat?” James and Logan repeat from their section.

“Oh, yeah.” Sulane’s voice echoes from the top of the stairs. “I could have told you guys that a while ago. They usually don’t leave the moat though.” She chuckles. “Maybe they like boy bands.”

James and Logan frown at her.

“What? It’s a joke.”

“Nice alligator. Follow the meat.”

The alligator yanks the meat and broom out of his hands.

They slam the door shut behind it and cheer.

Sulane walks down and watches them celebrate. “You guys’ better hope that alligator can’t open a door.”

Jasner grimaces at the thought.

“Now just to find Gustavo's freaky bald cat so Gustavo doesn't kill us,” Kendall reminds them.

The pretty boy turns to Logan. “Call the FBI.”

“For a missing cat? The FBI only works with serious crimes.”

“Oh, that explains a lot.” James has a flashback of when he called. “FBI, help! My hair is limp and lifeless.” The call ends. “Hello? Hello?”

“I know one of you used all my cuda massive hold.”

“Focus,” Kendall regains everyone’s attention. “Now, there's only three possible places the cat could be hiding. One, he's roaming the neighborhood. Two, he's hiding up a tree.”

They hear the alligator burp. “And that would be three.”

“So, it might like a chicken in disguise.”

“Stop joking about the cat being a chicken,” Carlos says, sounding all serious until he starts chuckling.

“You can’t tell me it doesn’t look like one. If we find it, put it in a bowl and tell me it doesn’t.”

The group stares at the orange cat sitting on the table.

“You can't shave a cat,” the brainiac tells them.

“Don’t you dare touch this cat.” Sulane grabs the cat, petting it in her arms.

“Oh? Would you rather tell Gustavo we lost his and you know, have him replace us and destroy my dreams?” James screeches.

“Where did you get the cat?”

“I've got a guy,” Carlos answers Logan.

Sulane and Jasner take a step back, glancing at the corn dog lover with concern.

“Quiet. Hold him down steady.”

James passes the clippers to Kendall.

Carlos takes a step forward.

“Don’t you dare,” Sulane tells him. “I will fight you and you will not win, corn dog.”

“Licorice, please. Come on. You don’t want to destroy our dreams, do you?”

She can see the look James is giving her from the corner of her eye.

“Oh, I can't look,” the brainiac covers his eyes when Carlos takes the cat from her.

“Would you chill? How hard can it be to shave a cat?”

The leader turns the clippers on.

They sit on the couch, whining when they see more of the house being ruined and torn into a million pieces.

“Where did it learn to spray paint?” Carlos mumbles, watching the cat spray paint an exclamation point onto its “cats rule”.

“We're doomed,” Kendall whines.

“No kidding.” She says, holding an ice pack for him.

“What’s this for?”

“Your lip.”

Meanwhile in North Carolina, Gustavo realizes he’s missing a certain group. “What's the problem?”

“I'll tell you what the problem is. They do everything I say when I say it, and I can't stand it,” the producer pouts.

Kelly smiles. “You know what I think. I think you miss your boys or your monkey dogs or your boy monkeys.”

“Miss them? Me miss them? Ha! Ha-ha!”

“You thrive on the chaos. They argue with you. They get in your face. They raise your blood pressure. And you like it. You need it. And that’s why you haven’t fired Sulane because she does the same thing but, better since she actually keeps you on track.”

“Wrong! Okay, not wrong. But I can't abandon the windmills. I'm their hero. And it's not like there's record producers waiting outside the door ready to sign them.”

Kelly gets up and opens the door, proving her boss wrong.

He sighs, “okay, they're all yours.”

“Oh, we are horrible mansion-sitters,” Kendall comments, taking a look around the place.

Jasner pats his shoulder. “No.”

Sulane snorts as she takes a bite out of her secret mansion stash of licorice. “Yes, you are.”

James rolls his eyes at her comment. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m not trying to,” she tells him.

The blond’s phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket, “oh. Oh, good news. Gustavo and Kelly are coming back early.”

“Oh! Okay, don't worry. I can fix this,” Logan runs to them with a laptop.

“Yes! I knew the smart one would come through. What do you got?” James asks.

“There's a 4:00 A.M. flight to Bolivia. We get there, change our names, raise alpacas.”

The teen girl takes a deep breath before she chokes on her snack. “That is actually one of the best plans I have heard from anyone today.”

“Yeah, I have a better idea.”

“You're gonna call a cleaning service,” Carlos throws out there.

“A statue repairman,” James adds.

“And one of those places that gets the cats out of the alligators,” Logan says, with hope in his voice.

“Ooh. All of the above.”

“I’m going back upstairs. You all have fun.”

“Oh no, no,” Kendall wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her off the stairs.

“Noooo!”

“Hey, mom, here's the sitch,” Kendall starts to say.

“Zip it. I'm gonna need three liters of club soda, a sewing Kit, a bucket of vinegar, bleach, and get on the phone and find a place that delivers super-turbo bonding glue and semigloss white paint.”

“Got it.”

The gang nods.

Carlos puts his helmet on. “Wait, what about Gustavo's cat?”

Mama Knight pulls a box of cat food out of her cleaning supplies and shakes it. The boys cheer.

“That's a cat?” Katie points to Monty.

“No, it’s a chicken in disguise.”

“That I believe. There’s no way this is a cat.”

“Right.”

“What are you all staring at? We're gonna be here all night. Go! Go, go, go!” Mama Knight sends them on their way.

“That's right. Move it,” Katie adds.

“You too! Go!”

“Guys, it’s almost time!” Sulane shouts.

“Okay!”

“All right. Looking good, guys. And that glue will be dry in ten, nine-”

“Bigfoot's on the campground. Repeat, bigfoots on the campground,” Logan repeats.

“Mom,” Kendall says, extending the word with worry in his voice.

“Five seconds and the bond will hold.”

“He's coming up the steps!” Logan screams, freaking out.

“Three, two, one, let's roll,” Katie drags her mom out of the mansion.

“Mom,” Kendall screams, causing her to turn around. “Thanks.”

She smiles and blows a kiss in his direction, until Katie grabs onto her again. “Come on.”

“Oh, look who's here,” the leader says, with a fake yawn.

“It's Gustavo and Kelly,” the pretty boy adds.

“We slept here 'cause we didn't want to touch anything,” Logan clarifies.

“Yeah. We're not just pretending,” Carlos says, basically giving them away.

The boys pinch him. “Ow!”

“Silence! Monty?”

The cat comes prancing into the room.

“The chicken has returned.”

“I told you it’s not a chicken. Why are you down here with the dogs?”

“I woke up too early and was bored.”

“We'd love to stay and chat, but we got to get out of here,” Kendall starts walking past them, along with the others trailing behind him. “Thank you so much.”

“Stop. There's something I need to say.”

“Well, you can say something tomorrow, so-” The leader’s eyes don’t focus on the producer, and he turns away.

The others add, “Yeah!”

“See you at the studio!”

“Guys? This is important,” Kelly tells them, getting them to stop.

“We've been working together for a month now. And I just wanted to say, although we've had our ups and downs, the truth is, I luh- I luh- I like you.”

The statue shatters and breaks again.

“And we like you too,” Kendall says, calmly before shouting, “Run!”

Gustavo groans, staring at the statue.

Carlos walks back towards Kelly, placing the cat they almost shaved earlier into her arms. “Here. Have a cat.”

“Thanks for the break. See you,” James runs back into tell them.

“Sulane!”

“Thank you so much, Gustavo! You’re the best!” She screams and runs away, never having felt this way before.

“Aspirin. Aspirin. I need aspirin.” The producer goes into the one bathroom he shouldn’t have and locks the door.

Kendall holds onto the door and informs the older assistant of the situation.

Sulane stands behind him.

“Oh, and by the way, you might not want to go in the bathroom.”

“Alligator! Alligator!”

They glance at one another with wide eyes.

“Run?” He asks.

“Run.”

They push each other closer to Mama Knight’s car, not caring about anything else other than getting away from the mansion.

“Alligator!” Gustavo tries to get out without making things worse.

Once Gustavo successfully escapes from the bathroom and gets the animal back into his moat, he finds the boys and yells at them for a solid… hour and a half.

“Can I suggest we get smoothies and then we make a song?” Jasner chimes in, needing to fill the silence.

“That’s not a bad idea after I ALMOST DIED!”

Sulane nudges her friend in the ribs.

“Ow!” Jasner whines, holding his side. “What was that for?”

“Quite reminding him.”

“I barely told him.”

She narrows her eyes at him and looks away. “Why don’t you go out while I finish the song?”

“Uh- no.”

“Why not?” She puts her hands on her hips, “you know I’d do a good job.”

“Maybe that’s a good idea,” Kelly adds. “I think it’d be a good idea to let them do their own thing while we stay away from the mansion for a bit longer?”

“Fine.”

The two exit the studio and go off onto their own thing. “Okay, guys you know what to do.”

“Time to get in that booth.”

She raises a brow at her friend.

“What?” Jasner shrugs. “It was right there; how could I not take the opportunity to make a rhyme.”

“Easily.”

“Whatever just go on and do your pushing of buttons and sliding slash turning the nobs.”

“Why don’t you shut up?”

The raspberry lover rolls his eyes and decides to sit down.

She puts her headphones on and gives them a thumbs up.

When the chips are down

Back against the wall

Got no more to give

'Cause we gave it all

Seems like going the distance is unrealistic

But we are too far from the start

So we take what comes, And we keep on going

Leaning on each others shoulders

Then we turn around

And see we've come so far somehow

We're halfway there

We're looking good now

And nothing's gonna get in the way

We're halfway there

And looking back now

I never thought that I'd ever say

We're halfway there

She bobs her head and turns a nob here and there. “Atta boys,” she greets the boys after clicking the mic button. “You guys did great.”

They cheer, all smiling widely at her.

“We’re done for right now. I want Gustavo to hear it before I make my suggestions.”

“Alright,” Carlos says.

“Let’s celebrate,” Logan finishes for him.

“Smoothies?” Kendall suggests.

“Are you in my mind? I was thinking that,” Jasner says with a smile.

“You really are weird, aren’t you?”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” He grabs Sulane’s bag and wraps an arm around her shoulder.

“Get off me you weirdo,” she chuckles.

He smiles and pulls her into his grasp again; she doesn’t pull away and lets it happen. “Smoothies!”

“You’re so weird.”

Logan’s about to take a step forward when he realizes no one from the band is moving.

“You okay?” Carlos asks James.

“No.”

“Is it because-”

“Yes! Why else would I be upset? I mean, I’m watching the girl I’ve had- she’s hanging out with him. She invited him to help watch Gustavo’s mansion… if she likes me the way you guys say she does, why is she hanging out with him?”

“Because he’s her friend,” Kendall answers him.

“Friends don’t look at each other like that.”

“You do,” Carlos points out, not really thinking about it or realizing that the pretty boy never officially confessed to his feelings for her.

Logan nods with his lips curving to one side of his mouth. “True, but he also wants to be more than that with her.”

The three boys stared at James with concerned expressions before leading him out the door to follow them.

“What are we gonna do?” Carlos asks before they exit the building.

“I don’t know,” the other two confess.

The three let him walk out first when Sulane opens the door.

“I think that’s the first time he’s been honest with himself about his feelings for her since we got here,” Logan whispers to the other two.

“I know. What should we do?” Kendall asks.

“I don’t think we’re the ones who are supposed to do anything. I think it’s up to them,” the brainiac adds.

Previously: Chapter V // Continue: Chapter VII

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Your Enemy, Your Friend (First Meeting)

Pony paused, observing the split path before her. It was her first trip to the Mineral Town side of Forgotten Valley. She wasn’t sure which one was the correct path to take. There wasn’t time to be hanging around. Pony quickly chose a path and hurried along. The Cooking Festival would be her first event in Forgotten Valley, and she didn’t want to be late.

Her steps halted as she crossed the simple wooden bridge. This looked like a farm, not a town. An old chicken coop stood near a water wheel. Its weathered appearance was similar to the structures on her farm. Unlike her farm, however, the field ran wild. It was littered with boulders and stumps. A tiny square was cleared and planted with grass where two chickens pecked at the ground. Her purple eyes caught sight of movement, causing Pony to tense from years of training. Rather than an immediate threat, another girl straightened. The blonde wore overalls and looked about the same age as Pony. A puzzled look crossed her face before she shoved the weeds she held into a rucksack.

“H-hello! Can I help you?” she kindly asked.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I was looking for the Town Square,” Pony quickly explained. “I was encouraged to enter the Cooking Festival. It’s my first time on this side of town, and I guess I took a wrong turn.”

“Oh! You must be the other new farmer I’ve heard about! It’s so nice to meet you; my name is Claire,” she enthusiastically greeted.

“I’m Pony, nice to meet you. Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t want to be late-”

“Of course! Let me show you the way!”

Pony breathed a sigh of relief as Claire quickly guided her further through her farm. She paused while the other woman ran into her house to fetch her dish. Her purple eyes scanned the farm while she waited. The land seemed massive compared to what Pony had in Forgotten Valley. She did not envy the amount of work the other girl seemed straddled with in order to function. Takakura had kept their land neat and ready. Her crops were planted in nice, neat rows. Claire’s crops stood in patches between the debris littering the field.

Her competitive nature flared, seeing that the other girl’s crops seemed to be doing better despite their haphazard planting. How much fertilizer was she using? Pony ran through the festivals listed on her calendar. Nothing immediately came to mind concerning any crop comparison. There might be some version of competition if she squinted at the Harvest Festival. Pony quickly decided to make sure by Fall that her crops would be a better addition than Claire’s. Her plans on how to accomplish such a victory were interrupted as Claire returned.

“Sorry,” Claire apologized again. “The square is this way.”

“You don’t need to apologize so much. I appreciate you showing me the way.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll try not to,” Claire's blue eyes avoided Pony’s as another apology slipped out. She hesitated before starting a new topic. “Were you not able to come to the Duck Festival?”

“I didn’t have any ducks to participate,” Pony groaned, remembering Rick’s smug assertion that she’d never beat him.

“You should have come! All of the ducks were so cute! Rick said I’d need to get a pond first. I hope I can save for one soon!”

Claire managed to keep up an animated conversation around Pony’s short responses as they traveled to the square. Admittedly, it wasn’t far from Claire’s farm. The other girl’s eager conversations brought a smile to Pony’s face. She wasn’t always the most talkative. Pony was typically slow to warm up to others as she assessed them during the first meetings. It was nice to meet someone that was such an open book. Claire would be easy to interrogate about her neighbors' odd behaviors. Pony felt regret the moment the thought crossed her mind. She seemed eager to be friends, and Pony was already considering how best to use her. There was no guarantee the other young woman would help discover any fae within Forgotten Valley.

“What did you make?” Claire whispered in line.

“I made an apple pie,” Pony answered, watching another girl turn in an unrecognizable failed dish. Their conversation ended as Claire stepped forward to give Gourmet her dish. The chocolate cake Claire handed over had crumpled in a section where it stuck to the pan. Otherwise, it didn’t look too bad. She frowned at the table, seeing it laden with mostly sweets for the oven competition. It would be a difficult challenge. Pony had already figured women like Lou, who cooked each day, would have an edge but hadn’t considered how popular cakes, cookies, and pies would be. From the corner of her vision, Pony could see Claire hovering to the side as she spoke with Gourmet and turned over her dessert.

“Your chocolate cake looked good! I hope we both do good; best of luck!” Pony smiled in encouragement.

“Chocolate? It wasn’t chocolate.”

“Hey! You two know each other already?”

“Gustafa! Yeah, we just met today. You know Claire?” Pony enthusiastically greeted the musician. She had never been more thankful for a distraction. She couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Claire as Gourmet began the judging, and everyone quieted to watch. The blonde looked downtrodden and worried rather than excited for the first time since she met her. The brown tinge of the cake must have been from overcooking rather than chocolate. Pony tried to push away the uncomfortable feeling of sticking her foot in her mouth as she walked forward to have her dish judged.

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“Hey, what’s important is that you entered! You’re going to festivals and meeting new people. Wasn’t that your goal over winning?” Gustafa did his best to comfort her.

“I’m not upset about losing,” Claire sniffed, trying to hold back tears.

“What’s up, then?”

“I-I just made such an idiot out of myself to her!” Claire gushed. “She saw how dreadful the farm looks. Then, I rambled and talked her ear off when she tried not to be late. I couldn’t even bake a cake properly. Pony must think I’m such an idiot.”

“I doubt Pony thinks that. At least, that’s not the vibe I got from her when we’ve crossed paths.” Gustafa mused, ignoring Claire’s frustrated frown. “Why don’t you try talking with her again?”

Claire’s blue eyes darted toward where the brunette stood. She hadn’t been very talkative nor seemed interested in conversing with her before the Cooking Festival. The newly crowned winner didn’t seem to have any issues now speaking with a family Claire had yet to meet. Her weight shifted from one foot to the other as she weighed Gustafa’s words. He hadn’t been wrong in guiding her so far, but Claire felt like she had used all her bravery earlier trying to make a good impression. The overwhelmed coward in her wanted to tuck tail and run back to her farm. She understood the animals and crops better than people. Her lips turned to a pout, trying to figure out how not to disappoint Gustafa by running away. Before Claire could muster the courage to tell Gustafa anything, Pony turned. The brunette’s bright purple eyes locked with her own. Claire’s stomach dropped as she watched the other farmer say something to her company before approaching her.

“Hey,” Pony greeted with a half-smile before focusing on Gustafa. “Do you mind if I have a minute to speak with Claire?”

“Not at all. I’ve got to go fill Griffin in on the results since he couldn’t come this year.”

Claire barely resisted the urge to cling to his shirt as he left her alone with the other young woman. Hesitantly, the blonde mumbled, “Um, congratulations on winning.”

“Oh, thanks,” the other girl seemed distracted. “Do you mind if we walk while we talk?”

Claire shook her head numbly, falling into step alongside Pony. Every nerve and muscle felt taunt as she waited for the inevitable rejection. This girl had her life together and knew how to make friends. She wasn’t desperately treading water like Claire did each day. Claire knew she shouldn’t make such comparisons. They did nothing to help her. But it was hard not to envy the other girl’s confidence.

“Sorry about earlier. I was short with you after wandering onto your property. I’ve always had a competitive streak, and I didn’t realize how rude I was being until the comment about your cake.”

Claire winced at the mention of her overdone dessert. She began to offer acceptance of the apology, but the other girl cut her off.

“It’s not an acceptable excuse, but I’m going to try working on it. I mean, we new farmers have to stick together, right?”

“Oh, yes! I didn’t think you were rude, though,” Claire managed to choke out. It felt as though her heart was pounding. Gustafa had been an easy friend. However, the older man filled more of a mentor role than a peer as he guided Claire on how to live without her mother. Then, due to her sheltered upbringing, she had not felt much of a connection with others in the village so far. Everyone else seemed to have diverse interests that she knew little of. But Pony was in a similar situation, learning to take over a farm. Claire felt they could share something as they learned and grew their farms. She was jolted from her thoughts as Pony barked out a short laugh.

“You’re too nice! I wish I could be that kind naturally without thought, but if someone insulted my best efforts, I’d have torn them a new one,” the girl mischievously grinned, balling up a fist for emphasis.

“It was my first time baking, so I can’t be too angry,” Claire blushed.

“Really? Did your parents not teach you?”

“My mom tried when I was young but gave up when I used salt instead of sugar for some cookies. So, she always did the housework, and I tended to our garden and chickens.”

“Yeah, that explains it. My dad taught me how to cook but never bothered with farmwork. No wonder your crops looked so much better. Can you share some tips on how I could improve? I’ll teach you how to cook in exchange.”

“I can’t,” she began. Claire rushed to finish her statement as she watched Pony’s excitement fade. “I mean, I can’t help with tips without seeing what you’re trying to grow. I would love to help some, though.”

“Great! The other day, Nina taught me a recipe for marinade, and it’s pretty simple. So, we can take a break from work to fish, and I’ll show you how to make a filling meal. I know I get sick of rice balls and sandwiches every day.”

Claire smiled as she followed Pony to the end of her farmland as the two made plans. She was thankful that the brunette had yet to purchase a chicken for the next festival. The brunette’s desire to beat Rick in the contest through her was overpowering. With Pony’s promises to root for her at the festival on her mind, Claire went to bed excited to compete.

#harvest moon #story of seasons #sos awl #story of seasons a wonderful life #harvest moon a wonderful life #hm awl #bokujou monogatari #awl imagines #hm fomt #sos fomt #awl pony #fomt claire #the chime hours #i am thinking daryl for the next part of this series #i just haven't decided on pony or claire yet

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