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Bad Santa

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: You get an unexpected gift from your boss.

Character: Pete Brenner

Day Fourteen of the December Daze Challenge.

Prompt - "um, I don't think this gift is meant for me" 

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“You got this for me?” Pete asks as he pushes his hair back. He seems surprised by the simple present. It’s not much. All you could spare from your budget.  

Working at a startup doesn’t offer much more than what pays the bills, sometimes less, and with the holiday season, funds are even sparser. You shrug and clasp your hands behind your back. You were nervous enough to give it to him. Pete can be nice, but he can also be an utter nightmare. 

“Sure, uh, it’s nothing big,” you assure him. 

He takes the small gift bag and looks inside. He rustles the tissue paper with his fingers and leans back as he tugs the stuffing free. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, his forearms tensing as he pokes inside. He pulls out monogram cufflinks. They weren’t very expensive but the Etsy seller handmade them. 

“Wow, these are... nice,” he says. 

“I wasn’t sure... you might need them soon, right?” 

“Sure will,” his eyes sparkle at the golden cufflinks. “We’re gonna hit soon, sweetheart.” 

He drops them back in the bag and sets it down. You lean back on your heel. He doesn’t call you ‘sweetheart’, no, only the women he tries to sell too. He’s snagged a few to keep the startup going but he’s chased just as many away. 

“Just remembered, I got a thing,” he checks his watch. 

“Oh?” You shy away as he unrolls his sleeves and buttons them. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back before closing time,” he assures you. 

And when’s that? Each day ends later and later. 

“Okay,” you utter. 

“Hold my calls,” he shrugs into his jacket and shoves his phone in his pocket. 

“Yes, sir,” you turn and retreat out of his office. 

You sidle behind your desk and sit. There’s not many calls you need to field as it is. You don’t know if he’s optimistic, deluded, or something more concerning. His ‘vision’ seems more and more like a shell. Or as your friend Evie called it, ‘a front’. 

“Good girl,” he praises with a wink as he follows you out.  

He snatches his coat off the rack by the door and stomps out without another word. You’re relieved at the solace. You like those times when you can just piddle around. Trying to look busy when there’s nothing to do is surprisingly hard work. 

You lean your head in your hand as you scroll through your phone. Your family chat is blowing up and you continue to flick away the notifications. You’ve given up trying to mediate the ongoing argument about the Secret Santa. It never works out. 

You glance up now and again at the computer. There’s a few emails, most phishing, and the phone remains dormant. You feel more and more like a placeholder; or a dupe. You blame Evie for making you so paranoid. 

The windows dim with the evening hue and you swivel in your chair impatiently. You twiddle your fingers and stare at the minutes ticking by in the corner of the monitor. You lurch back as the door opens in a bluster and Pete stomps in with a paper crinkle. 

You look over at him, taking a moment to flip back into social mode. 

“Oh, hey, everything okay?” You ask. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he turns his back to you and sets something by his feet before he strips out of his coat. He hangs it over yours and bends to pick up the item you can’t see. “You know, I couldn’t just... you went to all that trouble.” He spins and struts towards you, lifting the white paper bag with a wiggle, “Merry Christmas.” 

“Oh, uh, Mr. Brenner, you didn’t-- I didn’t expect you to--” 

“Yeah, well, I’m a bit of an idiot sometimes.” He holds the bag out over your desk. “Kinda a jackass too.” 

“Right, um, really it’s--” he drops the bag on the desk and you swallow. “Thanks, uh, that’s so... sweet.” 

You stand slowly and reluctantly take the bag. You feel awkward and a bit guilty. You didn’t give him a gift to get one. You just did it because it felt expected. 

“Go on,” he stays where his is, one hip jutted out as he grips it, “I think you’ll like it.” 

You sniff and push the top of the bag open with your fingers. There’s a box inside. You reach through and lift out the white cardboard adorned with a pink ribbon. You set it down and carefully untie the bow, intensely aware of his gaze. 

You pull the lid off and reveal the neatly folded tissue paper. You pause and glance up at Pete. He smirks as he watches you. Something about his expression makes you nervous. 

You push apart the tissue and reveal the bright red sheer fabric trimmed in white fur. Your lashes flutter and you squeak. You giggle and look up at Pete as you try to line up lid with the box and cover the lingerie. 

“Uh, sir, I don't think this gift is meant for me. It must be for your wife--” 

“It’s for you,” he insists. “Wife’s gone. Ex, soon enough.” 

“Oh, I didn’t-- I’m sorry, sir. That’s awful.” 

“Yeah, pretty down about it,” his lip thin and he reaches to brush the stubble around his chin. “So why don’t you help cheer me up.” 

He winks again and it crawls over you like a shiver. He can’t be serious. You laugh again but his intent gaze doesn’t falter. 

“Sir, I can’t-- that’s...” you can barely think or breathe. He can’t be serious. 

“Come on, let’s have some holiday fun,” he purrs and leans forward to put his hands on your desk. 

“Uh, oh, that’s... sorry, sir, but I’m not... I’m sorry to hear about your wife but I can’t... do that.” 

“You can’t?” He tilts his head and pokes his tongue into his cheek. “You know, I can’t return that.” 

“Um, I’m sorry,” you try to slide the box across the desk and he catches it, his large hands covering yours. 

“Just put it on for me, please,” he squeezes, “I just wanna look. I’ve been so lonely.” 

“No, sir, that’s not--” your heart pounds behind your ears. You can’t believe this is happening. “That’s not appropriate. I... I gotta get going--” 

He doesn’t let you go. Even as you try to tug away. His grip is unbreakable. You whimper and stare up at him helplessly. 

“I know you got no one to go home to, sweetheart,” his voice deepens, “but I’ll give you a choice, huh? You can go put that on or you can get naked. Up to you.” 

“Sir,” you try to yank free again. “Stop--” 

He hooks his hands around your wrists and wrenches you down. Your stomach crushes the box beneath it as he releases one of your arms and grabs the back of your neck. He holds you, bent over the desk, as your toes slide on the floor. 

He steps closer as he balls your hair in his hand and forces your head up. He pushes your face into his pants, wiggling his hips as he rubs his rigid bulge against you. You whimper and grab at his grasp helplessly. 

“I got another gift for you right here,” he growls. “So be a good girl and I’ll let you unwrap it.” He twitches and groans as the roots of your hair burn. “What’s it going to be, hm? You gonna sit on Santa’s lap or is he gonna have to bend you over his knee?” 

You sniffle and press against his stomach, “please sir, I’ll be—Ow! I'll do it,” you murmur, “please, you’re hurting me.” 

“That’s it, you better be nice, baby,” he lets you go and stretches his hand across the front of his pants. “You don’t wanna get on my naughty list.” 

You recoil and slide back onto your feet. You rub your head as your scalp ripples hotly. He bites his lips as he eyes you up and down. 

“Go on, get yourself all wrapped up for Santa,” he grits. 

You flinch and stare at him, begging with your eyes. Your eyes flit to the door and back to him. You have no choice. You shakily take the box and turn away. 

He shifts as you come around the desk and as you pass him, he taps your ass. You trip but keep going. You scurry into the tiny bathroom on the other side of the office and hide behind the door. 

You toss the box onto the small counter and stare at your frightened reflection. You can’t believe this. Why?  

You sway on your legs and wring your hand. What do you do? 

“Sweetheart, don’t keep Santa waiting,” he taunts from outside. You can hear the friction of his hand on the door. 

You squeak and grip your head as your panic swells. No, no, no. You cringe and brace yourself. You’re going to do this. Because you’re weak. Because you’re scared. 

You undress, piece by piece. You open the box again and clumsily unfold the body suit. You shimmy into the sheer fabric and hook the straps over your shoulders. You step back to see yourself in the mirror. You can’t! 

You spin away with the vision of your reflection seared into your head. The fabric is so sheer, you can see your nipples, and even the slit of your cunt. You hug yourself as your eyes wet with horrified tears. 

“Come out and play, baby girl,” Pete wiggles the handle from the other side. 

“Please,” you plead through the door. “I can’t--” 

The handle jerks up then down, “get the fuck out here!”  

His voice cuts through and makes you wince. Your lip trembles as you reach to flip the lock up. Your body moves from fear. He pushes the door open and you step back. 

“Mm, baby, come out here,” he reaches for you and tugs your wrist away from your chest. He takes both your hands and unbends your arms as he draws you out into the flourescent lights. “Damn, who knew you were hiding all that? Keeping that all to yourself.” 

“Please, I... I’m scared.” 

“I know, baby, that’s why I’m so hard,” he snickers and yanks on so you fall against him. He snakes his arm around you and cups your ass in his hand. “Why didn’t you give me this for Christmas, huh?” 

“Sir...” 

“Mmm,” he leans in and inhales your scent as his nose tickles your temples. “Don’t worry, Santa’s gonna give you everything,” he grinds his pelvis into you, “a nice fucking yule log to fill you up.” 

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

the summer moon was born from the waves to be loved (gojo x reader) pt 2

or, you got pregnant and the ghost of university days past finds out five years later.

tags: 18+, afab!reader (she/her), baby daddy gojou au pt 2: electric boogaloo

AO3 || pt 1

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o. buoy

If Satoru was forced to use some sort of ocean-related terminology to describe you, he’d say you’re a buoy.

You were the marine biology major. (What was the difference between that and oceanography? Satoru had no idea. You explained it to him at least twice though). Because of that, Satoru heard his fair share of marine terminology from you.

Buoys were those floating things at sea, the ones from Finding Nemo that had all the seagulls on it. You said they were guiding posts, gave heads up for reefs or they could be warnings for hazardous zones.

To Satoru, you were like an anchorless buoy that ー no matter how far he sailed ー he could never reach.

i. halocline

You’ve never felt permanent; not to Satoru.

You sooner felt like one of those quickly formed friendships you thought would last forever only for it to dwindle out as fast as it started. Then that person was just a forgotten name in your contacts list until you’re scrolling down and going ‘Who the hell is this? Delete’ without a second thought.

It was strange.

An oxymoron of the highest degree.

How did someone who was such a constant in his life from the moment you set foot in it simultaneously feel as impermanent as foam on the waves? One minute you were there, the next you weren’t. Satoru wasn’t sure when the fear of you disappearing entirely crept in.

When those looks started appearing on your face.

All he knew was that it started long before he started sleeping with you and it started long before you left.

One moment you’re hanging out ー undoubtedly doing something stupid. Singing the wrong lyrics to a song on the radio, putting Suguru’s hair in pigtails, watching María la del Barrio with Utahime who took one Spanish class and made telenovelas her entire personality for a month ー then you’d grow quiet and this far away look would be in your eyes. Satoru never knew where you went in those moments, but it wasn’t there.

So he’d do something to anchor you back to land. It didn’t have to be much.

A poke to the cheek,

a tickle to your side, 

calling out to you,

sometimes he’d even play with your fingers.

It didn’t matter what he did as long as you’d blink and grin and go “what’s up?” and everything would feel right in the world.

It never would feel right long enough though; the look always came back and the feeling would persist.

When you sang songs in the car.

(“I can do it fast or slow, it really doesn't matter, though. 'Cause I'm a pro, what you say? You wanna take me toe to toe? Uh no, dude, I think so,” you’d rap Kel’s verse flawlessly like you’d rehearsed it for hours. “My style is phat and Immature’s got my back on this funky trackー” you pointed at Satoru enthusiastically.

“You want fries with that?” Satoru would point back with way too much passion for a line that went way too hard for what he was actually saying. “Coo coo ca-choo whatcha gonna do?”

Shoko would roll her eyes but she’d still be smiling when Suguru softly brought in the chorus with rhythmic bumps of his head, “watch me do my thing, I like to do my thing, watch me do my thing, everybody sayー”

Your head continued to bump along but you stopped singing along and looked out the window. Satoru remembered he threw his arm around your shoulders loudly belting the rest of the lyrics until you laughed and joined back in.)

When you indulged Utahime’s telenovela personality change.

(“[First], quit zoning out. I’m bored.”

“Hey, unlike you, I’m actually paying attention.”

“Oh yeah, then what’s been going on?”

“Soraya Montenegro is gasping in Spanish right now.”

“Can you both shut u- OH MY GODー”

“IS NO ONE GONNA STOP THIS BITCH?”)

And at parties.

(Satoru always knew you were about to leave when you made that face. Things could start perfectly at the beginning of the night. You’d finally skulk out of your cave like you were Gollum from Lord of the Rings and wave him over. The next moment? You were in deep thought while your friends made joke after joke, rip after rip.

“Sorry gang, but my lips don’t touch anything but Don Equis and Asahi,” you’d say with an air of regality not suited for a party of college students. “Maybe Corona if there’s nothing else. I’m not drinking... whatever this is. So I’m gonna head out, there’s a 24 hour liquor store around here somewhere.”

“You coming back?” Satoru didn’t know why he asked, he already knew what your answer would be.

“Nah, I think I’m done for the night. I’ll catch you guys later though.”

“I’ll walk you back to your place then.”)

He doesn’t know why he looked at your lips that night at the park. 

You were friends, he liked being your friend. That’s all there was to it. It had always annoyed him up until that point when Suguru and Shoko joked the two of you were more like a couple than anything else. That he chased after you like a lovesick puppy, the pathetic but funny kind. He wasn’t sure why it annoyed him so much.

Maybe it was because it felt like it reduced everything about his friendship with you into that shit take that the opposite sex couldn’t just be friends.

Maybe it was something else entirely. He doesn't know.

You weren’t permanent.

Not while you sat beside him in a park at who knows when in the morning and not even when you reassured him his life would work out the way he wanted and you touched him like he was something precious to you.

“Be careful I don’t disappear for months, spirited away by the sea folk on my Children of the Sea shit. I’ll come back to shore occasionally, mysterious as the sea itself.” You already were as mysterious as the sea itself.

“Even if you got spirited away, I’d just go and bring you right back.” Satoru meant it. Even if, more than anything, it felt more like he was making that promise to reassure himself. It didn’t matter how far off to the sea you went as long as Satoru could bring you back to the shore. “You’ve doomed yourself.” More specifically you said that to him. Maybe he should have taken it more of a warning than a light-hearted nudge.

“You said it first, remember?” You did. He remembered it as clear as day. He’d stumbled onto an unstable boat and you were a buoy far off in the distance.

“There’s no ditching me now, not even at sea.” So stay. That’s all Satoru needed you to do.

The sprinklers that decided to join in on the moment must have been a sign that he was in the middle of a prophecy that was going to be fulfilled whether he wanted it to or not. That’s why he kissed you first in the doorway of your bathroom when you just came to ask if he wanted tea.

Buoys are supposed to have anchors, right? 

Maybe he could be yours.

When Satoru woke up the day after the first time you slept together, he woke up alone.

It wasn't until he reached out an arm lazily to your side of the bed and he patted the mattress several times that he realized no one was there. The bed had long since gone cold so you had to have been gone for a while. Yes, you called five minutes later from McDonald’s cheerily going “Yooo, Satoru, I’m at Mickey D’s, what do you want?” Still it cemented your impermanence and that was only the first of many times he woke up by himself.

You could be out the house or in; Satoru preferred when you were in. Sometimes you’d be in the kitchen humming some unknown tune, other times you’d be watching TV on the couch. Either way, he could drape himself over you with a tired ‘morning’ and hold you close.

(“What are you wa- is that the new episode of Love is Blind?”

“Um… I only just started it two minutes ago?”

“[First], what the hell!? While I was asleep?!”)

From then on when Satoru saw those far away looks, he’d kiss you since it was on the table now. Satoru put everything into those kisses and you’d kiss him back just as hard.

Don’t go anywhere. He’d thread one hand into your hair and the other would pull your waist closer to his. Satoru didn’t want or need anything else. Stay.

You kissed him like you would.

It’s crazy how easily you could just slip away from everything like a ghost that hadn’t been there at all. It was shockingly apparent that impromptu trip you took to the beach in the middle of the semester.

Everyone had been together in awe of the bioluminescent dots in the sea and it donned on him you hadn’t said anything in a while. You were gone.

He’d painted his panic in his usual bravadoー nonchalant and grinning, claiming he was gonna go bother you for a bit.

It was a relief when he found you.

It was dreadful when he found you.

Satoru couldn’t see your face clearly but he could tell your look was intent on the sea and how it shined with the glow of a billion bright lights. If there was a ghost ship calling you out to the depths, Satoru knew you’d leave in a heartbeat.

You slowly became more noticeably distant from your group of mutual friends after that trip. It didn’t start immediately, you’d acted the same as usual at first. You still sang songs in the car, Utahime had grown out of her novela phase in favor of all of you losing your shit at the editing of Indian serial dramas and in between those moments Satoru found himself in your bed again.

It was around that time you started kissing his forehead; when the kisses started, that’s when you started drifting away from his orbit. You said it was homework, your profs telepathically communicating to increase your workload.

You alright?

What kind of sadists are your professors if you’re this busy?

Just let me know if you need me to come over some kind of distraction. Sorry for coming over earlier unannounced, I shouldn’t have assumed. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.

“Do you think she thinks I’m being clingy?” Satoru mumbled as he stared at your text that you were fine just dying from homework. You definitely thought he’s being clingy. He’d always been a bit clingy with his friends. He was probably more overbearing than usual though.

“Yes,” Kenjaku replied without missing a beat. “You’re gonna get dumped if you keep this up.”

God what does Suguru see in this guy? He’s like a fucking parasite. “I wasn’t asking you,” Satoru glared. “And she isn’t my girlfriend.”

Suguru snorted, running his hands through his boyfriend’s hair, “play nice both of you,” he said lightly and Satoru rolled his eyes. “But if [First] is saying she’s fine, then just trust that she’s fine. She’ll come back around when her workload decreases.”

Satoru glared with a pout, “you’re worried too, don’t act like it’s just me.”

“I never said it was, it’s just that between the two of us I’m handling it better. I sent her a surprise uber eats delivery yesterday.” Asshole, that was a brilliant idea. Satoru wished he thought of it first. Instead he asked Shoko to check on you; maybe you’d be more receptive if it wasn’t him bothering you for the tenth text in a row.

Shoko went to check on you. Apparently you were fine and Satoru was worrying for nothing. She even said that you would come and hang out with them soon. Some people might say it’s a bit petty to celebrate the failures of others. In another universe, Satoru might even agree with them. But in this universe, Satoru was a hater first and foremost. So if he and his friends wanted to go out to eat to celebrate the fact Zenin Naoya was bitching about a failing grade on an essay, he and his friends were going to go out and eat to celebrate Zenin Naoya failing his essay.

Apparently, you were all haters.

It was also just nice seeing you again. If Satoru was more poetic, he’d probably add a bunch of other things to that statement. It was just nice to have you back.

“Karma is probably gonna come back to clap us in the ass for celebrating someone getting a bad grade,” you snickered.

“Sounds like a problem for future us,” Suguru grinned with a twinkle in his eyes.

“We go to school with the Japanese version of Ben Shapiro,” Satoru choked on his strawberry smoothie when Shoko said that. “I think we’re covered on karma.”

“Y’all are terrible people,” Satoru clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disbelief and shame.

“Hey, good neighbor, this dinner was your idea,” you nudged him with a dry tone and a smile.

Satoru nudged back with a grin of his own.

Dinner was fun, lots of drinks and jokes. It was a non-alcoholic beverage sort of night. Shoko said it was because they’d clearly been drinking too much if Satoru of all people had gotten better with holding his liquor. Her point was fair but rude nonetheless yet when Satoru turned to whine for you to come to his defense, the distant glaze was over your eyes and your smile was smaller than it had been the last time he looked at it.

“[First],” your motion to close your apartment door stopped and you hummed with a raised eyebrow. Satoru felt more dread than usual that night. Something about the air had been different. The face you made felt different than it normally did. It was always distant, you were always far away, but tonight was the worst it had ever been. “We’re good, right?”

You look at him like he grew an extra four eyes. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

Satoru couldn’t meet your eyes as he shrugged wordlessly. You’d probably say he was being ridiculous and clingy if he mentioned anything but he couldn’t find anything else to say to make himself seem unbothered either.

You rolled your eyes with a grin before stretching your arms out wide. “You’re being overdramatic, you big baby. Come here, big guy,” Satoru pulled you in close, burying his nose in the corner of his neck. Despite welcoming your embrace, it did nothing to soothe Satoru’s anxieties.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Satoru asked without pulling away from you completely.

The way you smiled at him was warm but it still somehow felt unreadable. Satoru knew all of your smiles. Your happy ones,

the sad ones, 

the one you made when Sora finally got into Smash. 

The ones you made when you were mad that he was successfully charming his way out of you being mad at him. 

Satoru didn’t know this one.

Despite that fact, Satoru let you cup his face in your hands and he let you stand on the tip of your toes to place a kiss on his forehead. “See you, Satoru."

ii. undertow

Sleep didn’t come to Satoru after he laid in bed.

His head was too full as he kept running back through what you told him after he took you home.

You didn’t say you’d see him later.

You’re just being overdramatic, Satoru forced his eyes to close. You’re always overdramatic. It’s my best trait 30% of the time.

No one else said anything that night, it was just him who felt like this, right? It was always just him. If everyone else felt like something was off all night, someone would have mentioned it by now. With that, Satoru forced his eyes closed for all of five minutes before he decided to send, at the very least, a dumb meme. Something that’d make you laugh when you saw it and would make you reply “I’m wheezing” or “that’s so us!”

A quick stroll through his photos was all it took to find something suitable. He can’t remember exactly what it was, only that it was stupid.

It was stupid and didn’t go through to your phone.

A disconnect and reconnect dance to his wifi later and it still didn’t go through.

Satoru’s feet was on the pavement before not even a heartbeat after he calmly made sure his apartment was locked.

He just had to be sure you were okay. It was just him being an overdramatic, big baby. Your phone died or something and that’s why nothing was going through. Or maybe this was like the time you put your phone in airplane mode to narrowly avoid sending Shoko the wrong meme and then forgot to switch it back off.

You don’t answer the door when he knocks and he goes back and forth between knocking and trying to reach you on your other socials.

Twitter? Blocked.

He can’t find you anywhere else.

Instagram.

LINE.

Discord.

It’s like you were never there, gone from all the group chats and servers you once shared.

Satoru stayed outside of your apartment for the better part of an hour before one of your neighbors opened her door tired and annoyed.

“Dude, do you know what time it is?” Your neighbor asked groggily. She’s a nice girl, the reason rent was low enough in the area you could afford an apartment on your own. Apparently she wrecked shit in the neighborhood on the low to keep the rent down. Even better was the fact she was the landlord’s daughter. Not all heroes wore capes. 

“Sorry,” Satoru knew he must look like a maniac with his messy hair and wide eyes. “have you seen [First]? I’m having a hard time reaching her.”

The neighbor gave him a funny look, “she moved out tonight,” she told him like that was the fifth time she told him that her favorite color was orange. “I thought it was weird you didn’t help with moving her stuff out a few days ago. She gave me the key to give it to my dad tomorrow. Didn’t she tell you she was leaving?”

iii. la niña

Satoru didn’t know which was worse sometimesー the fact Shoko kept the fact he had a daughter a secret for five years or how he found out.

It wasn’t like Shoko approached him one gloomy night when memories of the most prominent ghost in his life began bubbling to the surface. She didn’t grimly say that she needed to tell him something and he should sit down for it. She didn’t start off with apologies, saying she felt she had no choice or that if things had gone different she would have told him.

None of that happened.

Satoru found out by accident.

Accident.

All because Shoko didn’t hear him approach her when she was on her phone scrolling through instagram. She was so focused on whatever she was looking at, she didn’t even notice how Satoru quietly snickered to himself and snuck behind her to give her spook. He was just about to say something, ready for swears and ‘you’re so annoying, what are you 12?!’s when he took an instinctual glance at her phone and he saw you.

Thoughts of scaring Shoko went out the window in a matter of milliseconds. He didn’t even feel his body move when he snatched her phone out of her hand.

“Heyー” Shoko started with an offended hiss but when she looked over her shoulder, she looked like she saw an impending storm and her jaw clamped shut.

Satoru took in the photo like it was the last thing he’d ever see. You were dressed in a blue t-shirt and cream colored shorts, some aquarium’s logo stitched into your clothes. You were holding a kid, hugging her tightly and kissing her cheek while the girl was caught mid-giggle. And when Satoru looked at the little girl in your arms, it was his eyes that looked back.

“I- she told me not to say anything,” Shoko murmured, brown eyes looking anywhere but at him. Then the secrets came rolling out one after the other.

“If I didn’t see this picture,” Satoru’s grip tightened on Shoko’s phone to ground himself to the present. “Were you still going to keep this a secret from me?”

Her answer was silence.

iv. el niño

“I have to be honest,” from the corner of your eye, you see Satoru chasing after Itsuki, Nanako and Mimiko. Suguru is watching next to you on the bench, your respective care bags for accidents and playground injuries at the ready between you. “I thought I’d be more surprised you’re a dad now. But it kinda just makes sense. You always had ‘single mom’ energy in school.”

Brown eyes flash with recognition, “you had a dream about me adopting kids once, right?”

“No, I had a dream where you were off a perk and calling people without powers ‘monkeys’,” you correct your old friend petulantly. As if he should have remembered after all these years without contact. “You just happened to adopt children in the process of all that.”

Suguru snorts, “my apologies for getting the details wrong. So you had a dream that I adopted kids once and that I was off a perk."

"Exactly, thank you."

A silence somewhere between comfortable and awkward settles over the two of you, save for the squeals of little girls and Satoru’s manic laughter as the evil sorcerer king.

Suguru looks nice. 

He’s still rocking the man bun but he’s opted to let some of his hair hang loose and he’s a couple hundred pounds down a shitty, parasitic boyfriend. Suguru and Kenjaku broke up halfway through the semester after you transferred. “Before you ask, yes, we had dinner to celebrate,” Suguru told you when you saw him for the first time in years a few days ago.

You’ve had your fair share of private updates on the lives of your old friends you didn’t keep in contact with. Shoko kept you up to date on everything. A surprising number of your old friends had gone into the field of educationー Utahime, Suguru and Satoru. You wonder how Satoru’s parents reacted to that information. You have yet to ask; it seemed like too much of a mood killer when Satoru happily recounted stories about his students a few weeks ago.

When Itsuki almost trips you make to stand but Satoru catches her before you can blink. 

“He’s pretty good with her,” Suguru says like he’s a mind reader. “There was this kid we used to babysit, Riko, when we were younger. He said he hated it but he’s always been pretty good with kids.”

You can believe it. There’s plenty of things you remember Satoru complaining about despite his inherent talents in them. It makes you want to cry sometimes seeing how good he is with Itsuki. Your daughter is smart enough to play neutral when he asks but you’re pretty sure your daughter has a favorite parent. Adorable little traitor, you laugh softly to yourself. You’d think five years would give someone an edge.

Five years.

“Are you… mad?” You look at your old friend from the corner of your eye.

Suguru takes his time answering, mulling over unknown thoughts in his head. Playful as you remember Suguru being, he’s always been introspective. He thinks before he acts, lets things slowly come to a boil before turning off the stovetop. “I was more worried than mad to start,” he finally speaks. “It’s not everyday an entire group of people gets ghosted. I’m a little mad you didn’t open up though.”

Your smile is small and your eyebrows knit apologetically. 

“But at the end of the day, this is nothing compared to what went down between Satoru and me in high school. So I guess I can forgive you.” You never did get the story about Satoru and Suguru’s mysterious high school turning point. The itch to know all the details is minor compared to the way your shoulders relax when Suguru shoots you a familiar smile. I missed you too. “Just don’t do anymore disappearing acts.” Smooth as they come, Suguru raises a closed fist just above your care bags. 

Smile a bit more grand, you bump the side of your fist to his. “I can happily vouch that it won’t be happening again.”

“Good. It’s nice to have you back.”

“It’s nice being back.”

v. sea state

“Did you get an undercut?”

“Yeah, a while ago,” Satoru grins. “I look nice, right?”

“Please accept the compliment normally so your arrogance doesn’t rub off on our daughter,” you shake your head but a good-natured grin is plastered on your face. “Itsuki, make sure Daddy behaves. You’re in charge as the honorary aquarist.”

Itsuki’s eyes fill with delight at the duty bestowed upon her. “I will,” she promises, chest puffed with as much pride as a five year old can produce. It’s a rare day off in the middle of the week for Satoru. Normally he’s confined to his school during these hours, but thanks to some school holiday you scheduled in advance for him to take Itsuki around your aquarium. It isn’t the first time Itsuki’s been, you’d taken her there before she could even walk. It might as well be her first visit though from how she’s beaming. “Daddy, you have to be good so Mommy doesn't get mad.”

“As you command, general,” Satoru salutes playfully, picking Itsuki up in his arms. “Now then, if you excuse us, this father-daughter duo is gonna enjoy the aquarium while you work.” 

“Bup bup bup,” you tut before the man can take off. “At least let me get my goodbye kiss before you run off to have fun without me,” you peck Itsuki’s cheek once, twice before blowing a raspberry and she squeals. “Alright,” you place your hands on your hips. “You two go have fun. Tell Daddy all the names you gave the whale sharks, okay?”

You think that’s that until Itsuki innocently asks, “where’s Daddy’s kiss, Mommy?” You blink once. Maybe you misheard- “You’re supposed to give both of us goodbye kisses, aren’t you?” Apparently you haven’t.

“I think Daddy’s too old for goodbye kisses, Itsuki.”

Itsuki squints, unsatisfied with your answer, “but Grandma always kisses Granny and they’re ancient.”

Why do your parents have to have a long lasting and fulfilling love life?

You and Satoru share an awkward smile as you both wonder what either of you can do to get out of this situation. Kissing Satoru used to be as easy as breathing. He’s always been the more affectionate of the two of you and it rubbed off on you some time during your university days. But you’re not in university anymore and your relationship has most definitely changed since then.

Still with bated breath, you gesture for Satoru to bring his head low enough for you to kiss his forehead, “there. Now both of you go have fun.”

If you think you see Satoru’s expression dim, he’s all smiles the moment you blink. “Try not to be jealous when you see us feeding the stingrays, [First].” He’s gone before you can tease you’re the one of the employees that help with that.

Once a maelstrom, always a maelstrom.

You love your place of work, it always has a familiar noisy sort of peaceful bathed in the light of blue decorated in corals, pinks and purples. Aquariums have a special magic to them. You fell in love with the sea when you were young and never fell out. The magic somehow is renewed every time you clock in, even on the most trying days.

How can you not when you see the dozens of people that stop by with the same love?

How can you not when you see dozens of people that stop by and fall in love with it for the first time?

“Hi, Mommy!” You hear Itsuki call from a distance. You wonder how she can even see you when you look up and see she’s on Satoru’s shoulders. It’s so natural, the two of them together. She’s wearing his sunglasses, if you can really say that. They keep sliding off her face but she holds onto them resolutely and Satoru is smiling widely in front of the tank full of black tip reef sharks, whale sharks and dozens of other fish in between.

You don’t know how your heart can fill with even more affection than you thought possible but it does. “Hi, baby,” you wave back. “I love you!”

“I love you too!” I have to enjoy that before she gets old enough to start thinking she’s too cool to tell her mom I love you. You know Satoru should too when you see her lean over to plant her father an awkward kiss on his head. You can’t hear what she tells him but you can guess she must be saying she loves him. Even from his profile, you can tell Satoru is saying he loves her back from how adoringly he looks up at her.

You see Itsuki giggling and saying something else you can’t hear, looking down at her father in earnest.

Whatever it is she says, Satoru looks over at you with eyes that are wide and somehow reflect all of the blue from tank lights. Despite how it makes your heart twist, you give him another small wave. When he doesn’t wave back, you wonder what it is your daughter could have said that had him in such a stupor.

Whatever he says to Itsuki, his eyes stay on you while he says it.

vi. nearshore

“Do you still like the same brand of honey or no?” You call over your shoulder from the kitchen.

It’s unusually quiet in your apartment since Itsuki is at your parents’ house for the weekend. You only realized you’d forgotten to tell your co-parent when he showed up at your house with sweets in hand. “What Itsuki doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” you told him with a snicker when you invited him inside to eat them. 

“Satoru?” You call out again.

No response.

You turn off the eye your kettle is on and look out into the living room. He’s right where you left him. “Hey,” you sit on the ottoman in front of him. He blinks in surprise when he sees your hand waving in front of face. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Satoru smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Let me rephrase that question,” you start anew. “What’s wrong? Come on now,” you grin crookedly. “You’ve always sucked at pretending to be okay in front of me.”

Satoru’s smile falters for a heartbeat, “yeah?”

“Yes, Mr. Bravado,” Satoru might have been an expert at fooling others, but you know him. He was the guy who never took notes but passed every test because he worked his ass off in the background. The type who’d act oblivious but you realize halfway through a meal that the reason he took you is because he noticed you’d been feeling down lately. It’s one of the things you love about him. “So come out with it, fess up.”

One, two, three seconds pass before Satoru finally cracks.

“I’m mad. More at myself than anything.” Before you can reply, Satoru opens his mouth again but it feels more like he's talking to himself. “I shouldn’t be upset anymore, right? We made up.” Satoru runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. “We made up,” he says again. “I shouldn’t still be mad about anything. Things have been going great.”

Satoru finally falls silent and he looks tired. You hate you’re the reason for it. “It’s okay to still be mad about Itsuki. I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I… I’d take it back if I could. I know that doesn’t mean anything after five years but I mean it. Even if I was scared I should have told you. I just- I don’t know, it had gotten into me. I was thinking how you couldn’t commitー”

“You thought I was non-committal?” Satoru raises an eyebrow and he looks hurt by your revelation.

“Satoru, you have never been in a relationship with anyone throughout the time I’ve known you,” you rub your finger and thumb together nervously. Five years later is as good as any time to have a conversation you should have had long ago. “You were scared when I asked what our relationship was, remember?”

“I didn’t know what the right answer was,” Satoru argues with his hands raised. “I thought you were tired of our friends always talking about us being a couple.”

“You were relieved when I said that-” you stammer over your words thoughts going much faster than your mouth could. You remember the tormented days of unrequited affection quite clearly. If there was someone who avoided romantic relationships like the plague, it was Satoru. He was a flirt, relished in the attention he received for his well-known good looks. Regardless, he’d never committed to anyone. “You said fucking someone else was a non-issue! For all I knew you were sleeping with someone else, it wasn’t like we were-”

“It was a non-issue if it meant you weren’t going to take off and start avoiding me!” Satoru snaps like you’ve grown a second head. Maybe you did judging by how he looks at you incredulously. Your mouth closes, unsure what to say next and Satoru looks away with a scoff. “It’s the other way around,” he mutters so soft you almost didn’t catch it. “you were the non-committal one.”

“Excuse me?” It’s your turn to look at Satoru like his body has magically sprung additional body parts. When he doesn’t immediately say anything, you double down. “Satoru, you don’t get to say that and then turn around and not elaborate on it.”

“You know, the first day we met, Suguru told me that I acted like the sun shined out of your ass,” Satoru says much to your confusion. But he went on, lost in his memories, “it might as well have, I thought you were so cool. I wanted you in my life so bad from pretty much the moment you said I doomed myself. I didn’t care what happened next in my life as long as you were there for it.

“But you left me,” Satoru croaks with a smile, crystal blue eyes dark and empty. “You left me.” The way he says it breaks your heart. “I’m so gone for you. I’ve always been gone for you. I just didn’t want to see it. Somehow I always knew you’d leave.” He laughs, cold and humorless and completely lost. “And you did.

“You could be right there with me and then suddenly be so far away. It always felt like you would just up and leave one day. You and Utahime always talked about intuition and trusting it. I guess mine was saying from early on ‘this girl is gonna break your heart one day, don’t fall in love with her.’”

“I knew it when you got those far away looks in your eyes. I knew it when I woke up that first morning alone. I knew it when you didn’t say you’d see me later. And just like that you were gone on that ghost ship. You left and didn’t even tell me you were going. Do you know how much that fucking hurt? I wait outside for hours and your neighbor’s the one who tells me you’re gone. I may have purposely lied to myself about how I felt but I never slept with anyone else. I didn’t want anyone else. I was the one who kept reaching out, you never reached back.

Itsuki’s the second tier on the cake and the rest of the frosting. You’ve been gone on that ghost ship for five years and when I finally catch up, I still feel like I’m drowning.”

“... I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I didn’t know.”

“I know. That’s almost the worst part. Guess I didn't wear my heart on my sleeve as much as you thought.”

.

.

.

“It was the week after our second year midterms,” you recall when you were six years younger and the biggest problem you had in life was a professor was out to get you. Midterms had finally passed and you were on a victorious emotional high after finishing your last exam. At least until some asshole who should have covered their mouth coughed and you were coughing by the end of the day. “I got a cold and just so I could breathe better when I slept, you let me lay on you on the couch the whole time even though you ended up getting sick afterwards.” 

You’d felt so bad, coughing all the while but Satoru hadn’t let you budge an inch, proudly claiming ‘I don’t get sick, I’m built different so cough away.’ When he got sick days later, he said over coughs, ‘This has nothing to do with when you were sick. This is from Suguru.’ “That was when I realized that I’d been stupidly in love with you ever since I met you.”

Gojou Satoru has been called many things throughout your years of knowing him. But for you, the fall child has always been easy to love. He was made for it. “You were a pain in the ass but you were my pain in the ass. I never wanted it any other way.”

“Stop being mean to me,” Satoru leans forward to rest his head on your shoulder just as you wrap your arms around his back. “Don’t you know who you’re being mean to when you’re being an ass?”

You laugh weakly, “the guy I’m still gone for?” When you hear a sniffle in the corner of your neck, you tighten your grip.

"Don't go away this time," Satoru hugs back.

vii. ocean deep, seafoam soft

Satoru finds himself in your bed again for the first time in years.

“I confess my love to you and you try to kill me, I'm hurt.”

“Oh don’t be such a baby, I didn’t even know it was there,” you chuckle fondly after the two of you stumble into your bed after nearly tripping on a stray toy on your floor. Satoru loves that laugh. He loves how you look up at him with all the adoration in the world. “Remember that time we forgot that textbook was on your bed?”

“Please don’t remind me, my back hurts just remembering it,” Satoru whines but laughter escapes him despite his apparent trauma. It wasn’t one of your best moments during your shared years of sexual escapades in college. You pull him down kiss his lips tenderly and he practically moans, relishing the feeling. No more forehead kisses, he wants to tell you. You did that a lot before you left. 

"I love you," Satoru whispers in awe at the words falling out of his own mouth. In awe at the fact you’re even there with him at that moment. “I love you.”

Your hands cup his face like he's something precious and you thumbs away the tears pooling in his eyes despite the ones in your own, "I love you too.”

Satoru’s had sex with you more times than he can count. 

He memorized everything, refused to forget a single detail. It feels like the first time all over again.

The way one set of your fingernails dig into his back while he envelopes your other hand with one of his own. How your fingers intertwined tightly. How amazing you feel squeezing around him tightly. The speed of your pulse as he peppers your throat with kisses and soft nips. The ache between his legs as he rolls his hips into you gently yet persistently, chasing his high but wanting it to last long beyond the confines of this singular moment. 

It’s not just this one moment anymore though. “[First],” Satoru squeezes your hand tighter. “[First].”

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Don’t leave me this time, Satoru gasps like a man starved for air before kissing you again desperately. Stay.

(When Satoru wakes up the next morning to you in his arms and playing with his hair at the base of his neck, he feels like could cry. He nestles into your chest with a tired grin, “morning.”)

viii. anchor

Gojou Itsuki, that’s the name staring back at him.

Satoru loves when it’s his birthday. Until Itsuki was born it was arguably the best day in the universe. The importance of birthdays tends to titter on the rope of priorities, but it’s the one day of the year when the people important to him would pop up to say ‘hi’. Even people from the past. An old teacher he used to drive crazy but always said he thought Satoru had a lot of potential.

His mom still sent him a birthday text even if most of their exchanges are dry the rest of the year.

Even his students will tip in to get him a card and some sort of celebratory gift on December 7th.

December 7th lost a bit of its shine when you exited from his life. With you and Itsuki both in it, it shines tenfold.

It’s just the light is too blinding when Satoru takes out his last present of a plain envelope and he sees Gojou Itsuki written in bold and clear text.

Gojou Itsuki

Father: Gojou Satoru

v. sea state private ver.

"Daddy, do you love Mommy too?"

"Yeah. Daddy loves Mommy."

[desmond69miles]

I am having such bad writers block but so many ideas it's physically affecting me?!? Even writing this made me ball my fists in frustration like that one arthur meme. AO3 is down and I have nothing better to do oh my god I'm going to KILL YMSELGFDKO

"Okay Lynn I understand you have writers block why don't you take a break?" SHUT HSIAFHSDOFJISDFNJKISDNJFS SHUP SHUT UP I have MANY ideas and have to put them out there so either another assassin's creed fanfic writer can borrow my ideas or I'll come back and write them later. So, please enjoy my wild rampage about assassin's creed characters.

(Also I HEAVILY doubt that someone will see these and be like "huh, I'm going to write something based on this." IF YOU DO DECIDE TO DO THAT, TAG ME!!! I want to see your work.)

Either Jacob or Evie falling in love with a templar reader, but the templar reader in question is none other than Starrick's only child and heir (A bit like Elise and Arno, to be honest). My mind has been stuck on this for so long it is actually driving me insane. I think Jacob would be more the type to have a forbidden love with a very important Templar, and bonus brownie points if the relationship is very angsty and full of conflict with Starrick and Jacob. Wait wait wait wait wait -- Jacob and Evie kill Starrick, we know this, but what if reader actually liked their father? What if after Starrick dies, reader hates Jacob????

Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor) I feel would be a sweet lover. Like the type to bring you small trinkets from the places he visits and the type to teach you how to use a bow for hunting. I think it'd be fun to see a fic where Connor takes reader hunting for the first time (which is more just a tag-along visit) and either A) Reader doesn't have it in them to watch Connor skin/prepare the animal or B) Reader is fascinated with the skill of preparing an animal for consumption/skinning one and Connor is teaching them all the little tips and tricks to it.

I like the few fics I've seen where reader is Shay Cormac's child and either falls in love with Arno or doesn't agree with the templar ways, but what if somehow Shay's child is raised by the Templars and later reunites with their dad through Haytham, Gist, etc? A gold star if his child is absolutely chaotic and reeking havoc while Haytham and Shay try to fix the large messes made. (Shaytham agenda arise)

I NEED my girl Elise to be written for more. NEED. It'd be cute to see reader who's Elise's ladies maid and is absolutely crushing on the beautiful redhead, but readers a bit hesitant due to Arno and, of course, the air around same-sex couples back then. Come some holiday and Elise takes notice of readers crush on her, and just like casual comfort??

I had a dream a few nights ago where I looked like Rose from Titanic and was Jacob's wife (we were both older and had a son) and I came back from France and the nursemaid despised me because she was jealous of me and Jacob's marriage. I'm not sure how this could be written out but hey, if you want the nursemaid to destroy a marriage, go ahead.

Shit that's all I got in me I've been done for Bye bye It's time to go back into my cave

[football-and-fanfics]

Sleepy Dialogue Prompts #5

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: "I need your smell to fall asleep." Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

With Mason a footballer and your modelling career, you both had to go abroad often. It meant you spent nights alone in bed, without Mason sleeping beside you, more often than you would like.

Every night you spent apart, you always video-called Mason around bedtime. So, too, tonight. You were in Berlin for a photoshoot, while Mason was at your home in London.

"Hey, babe." Mason answered your videocall on the first ring. He already lay in bed, but he would never miss your bedtime call. "Hey." You were also in bed, but in your hotel room in Berlin. "How was your day?" Mason asked. "Good, but long," you answered. The day had indeed been long and tiring, but the photoshoot was successfully finished. "Yours?" "We won the match 2-0," Mason smiled, "boss gave us the day off tomorrow, so I'll be home when you get back." You were already looking forward to snuggling up comfortably in Mason's arms again. "Can't wait."

Mason turned onto his side in bed, switching the angle of his phone somewhat, and that was when you saw it. "Why is my hoodie in the bed?" You frowned at the screen. You easily recognized the candy cane pink hoodie you always wore around the house, but you were sure you had thrown it in the laundry basket before you left.

Mason turned almost as pink as your hoodie. "Because I put it there," he mumbled a little embarrassed. "Why?" You chuckled. "Because..." Mason took a few seconds before he continued, "because I need your smell to fall asleep. I know it's weird, and you can absolutely judge me for it, but it just makes sleeping easier when you're away."

You never wanted to be able to kiss and cuddle him more than right now after this confession. "I don't think that's weird at all," you smiled, "I think it's the cutest thing ever." "Really?" Mason chuckled in relief.

You briefly lay down your phone and disappeared from view. When you came back in front of the camera, you held up one of Mason's T-shirts. "I don't think it's weird, because I do the exact same thing," you smirked. Mason stared at his shirt in your hands for a few seconds, before a broad smile spread across his face. "And that is why you and I are made for each other."

Tags: @evie-pr, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @stonesyyyy, @drizzyreese, @hbstre, @liverpoolfanfiction, @sternennebel2001, @mrswinksy, @themoon-shines Mason tags: @youkantebeserious, @laurasstufff1, @mmountswb, @n0n-sense PL / Chelsea tags: @ella33

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Käresta's NYE (nsfw)

pairing: Joakim “Jolly” Karlsson x ofc (Evie)

cw: 18+ Minor DNI, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, safe sex.

summary: Evie went out of her to make his Christmas special, and he can't keep going without telling her how he feels, he's going to, before the new year!

author’s note: Unbeta’d. The original smutty idea to the fluffy piece I wrote for Christmas!

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds

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It was New Year's Eve, and in about a week and a matter of days were going to be well on our way to the UK for their next tour. Jolly was actually glad this next leg wasn’t one they were headlining, it was a step back, and for some, it would seem like a slap in the face, but he found it refreshing, not that it had pulled back on the insanity any, if anything that had stepped up in the fandom around the band. The pressure was still as insane as ever, especially for Noah. However, for him, tonight, the tour wasn’t where his mind was dwelling.

No. He was focused on Evie. Ever since Christmas, after she had gone out of her way, after all that she’d done to try and make Christmas special for the house, for them, it had made him realise he had to tell her how he felt. Oh, she was his Käresta, his sweetheart, his angel, but telling her that in so many words, he had never gone so far. How could he when he was always leaving her tour with the band?

When he found her in the house, she had a drink in hand and she was laughing with Folio about a fishing trip he’d just gotten back from, of course, she always listened to his stories about fishing, she listened to everyone's stories whether she was personally interested in the topic herself. She’d told him once, that it was their interest that she loved, the way that it lit the other person up was what made listening exciting, just watching her expression as she talked with Folio made him smile.

“He’s not boring you, is he Käresta?”

“Hey!”

Jolly chuckled low as Folio exclaimed at him, moving to punch his arm lightly, Nick might be soft-spoken in voice, but he was always the most outgoing of the lot of them.

“Whatever, I need another drink anyway, I’ll leave you to Mister Grumps Evie.”

Winking to her, Folio disappeared back to the kitchen, and Jolly was thankful for it, he was really hoping to get some time with Evie tonight. They’d known each other for years, they’d been friends for years, and this last week, since Christmas, he knew he had to tell her. Whether she felt the same or not, he was going to, tonight

BEFORE MIDNIGHT.

He was not going to start the New Year lying to her all over again, even if it was going to be painful enough knowing he was going to be leaving in a week and a half… though… was it too selfish to do this right before he was leaving, again?

Then, he was always leaving on tour, and he was always talking himself out of telling her because of their tours, but after Christmas, and after everything she had done, she deserved better, she deserved to know. She deserved the truth. If she didn’t want him, he’d move on. He would. If she told him it was too much, he would let her go to move on.

Reaching for her free hand with the one not holding his drink,

“Come, Käresta, walk with me.”

They found their way out to the back porch, sitting on the swing seat, Jolly moving to sit beside her, his free hand entwining his tattooed fingers with hers as he took a pull of his beer. As he swallowed his mouthful, he looked over towards her as she looked out to the stars overhead of the backyard. While they had friends over for New Year's Eve, they didn’t have as big a party as they used to, so it was rather quiet out here, everyone inside playing silly buggers, and if they wanted to watch the fireworks, the beside view was from out front anyway.

Squeezing her hand lightly,

“I can’t imagine who I’d be without you in my life anymore, Evie.”

At that point, she looked over him, and Jolly took in a breath, he’d said it, as to how she took what he said, that remained to be seen, and if she understood what he was meaning, he hadn’t admittedly been explicit, and he would be, he would. He felt as she squeezed his hand hand back as she giggled,

“I’m not going anywhere silly, why would I?”

No, he was right, she didn’t get what he meant. Lifting her hand as he hummed softly, considering how to tell her, and absent-mindedly pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles of her fingers before bringing her hand back down to his knees and rubbing his thumb over her skin over the back of her hand in ting little circle.

“No, Evie, Käresta, I mean, I love you. It’s alright if you don’t feel the same way, I know my life means I’m always gone, and it’s just…”

He sighed, and Evie set her empty drink bottle aside and took his larger hand in both of hers,

“Oh Joakim, you are oblivious, aren’t you? I’ve been in love with you forever. I’ve never told you, because, I guess, I was always worried that I might hold back, and I was always worried every time you’d leave for a tour. I love you, every part of you, I never want to hold you back, from your music, from the band, any of it.”

She never wanted that, and she had seen how sometimes the fans went crazy with the band at times. That didn’t matter now, none of that mattered as Jolly leaned towards her, leaning his forehead towards hers.

“God, Käresta, what did I do to deserve you?”

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, his arms wrapped around her before her face tucked into the crook where his neck met his shoulder. Leaning against his side, she smiled, feeling overjoyed right then, even if she knew in less than two weeks he’d be not only leaving for tour, but the whole country, he’d just told her he loved her.

It was a little later when Evie heard a shout from others playing games inside the house, she lifted her head, glancing over to the door that led back into the house, and Jolly, for a moment, followed her gaze, before back to her. Lifting his hand now wrapped around her, he was looking down to see her slightly, his fingers brushing along her jaw until his thumb was brushing along her lower lip lightly before he titled his head til he could scrap his teeth at her ear as he whispered low,

“Let's head back inside, Käresta?”

He smiled as he felt her shiver slightly against him at the brush of his brush of air of his soft words against her skin, the way his lips skimmed ever so slightly against her ear. Oh, he couldn’t wait to get her inside, out of the could, get her alone.

Immediately, Evie nodded, and they both stood from the swing seat and headed inside. Jolly immediately avoided the majority of the party, taking her hand and tugging her towards the stairs and up to his room right away, no, he didn’t feel like sharing her anymore tonight. Sure they hadn’t even gotten to the typical ‘fun’ part of the evening, but this wasn’t a typical NYE for him, not with Evie finally by his side as so much more than as his best friend over the years past. Then again, they’ve always been more, but it felt like a door had been opened.. And with these touches, Evie allowed, Jolly wanted to enjoy this time together. He wanted to feel this time together.

It would also be a lie to say that he hadn’t spent years fantasising about what he wanted to do to her if he got her to himself, and now he finally had.

Once they were upstairs, Jolly pulled her into his room, and closed the door without a word, her back pressed against the back of the wood, his body pressed against hers, holding her there as he brought his lips immediately against hers in a kiss that stole her breath away, his large hands slid around her her waist, squeezing as he kissed her.

Fuck.

He’d wanted to kiss her like that for far too long, his tongue swept over her lip before her lips parted in a gasp against her kiss and he licked into her mouth as he deepened the kiss with a moan. After a moment, Evie’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, and Jolly hiked her up, lifting her from the floor to wrap her legs around his waist. He couldn’t stop kissing her, lost in her lips, her skin, as his lips travelled down the side of her neck, feeling Evie’s hands grasping at his shoulders, his shirt.

When he felt her start to try and grasp at his clothes, he picked her up from the door, his hands curving around her behind, lifting her from the wood and carrying her over to his bed. Clothes started being strewn from their bodies in the process. He didn’t care where they went, he didn’t even care if they made it intact anymore, all he could think about was getting closer to her, feeling her skin against his, finally getting to explore her body in a way he’d wanted to for so long. They might only have a short time before he had to leave, but he wasn’t going to waste a moment with her.

Laying her down on his bed, looking over her bare body, oh, she was an absolute vision, his Käresta, and he couldn’t wait to explore, and taste, every single inch of her. However, right this second, he was dying to be inside of her. His hands ran up over her thighs and one slid between them, and, gasping softly under his breath in his native tongue, the feel of how wet she was,

“Already, so perfect, Käresta, all mine.”

Evie arched up to him with a moan as he pressed a finger into her slowly, circling her clit a little with his thumb, whimpering under his ministration,

“Jolly, please!”

Smiling down at her, her hands reaching up to him, he was holding himself up on his other arm over her as he stretched her a little, pumping his finger until he added a second,

“Please, what? Käresta? Hmm, use your words if you want more.”

Okay, he was teasing, maybe he shouldn’t be teasing, but the way she was writing like that on his fingers was so tempting, and picturing her like this was going to get him through so many lonely months on tour, and he knew it.

“Please, please, I need you inside me, I, I want you, I’ve wanted you forever.”

Hearing that, oh, oh that would do.

“Hold on Sweet Thing, hold on.”

Slipping his fingers out of her, lifting his wet digits to his mouth and bringing them to his lips, letting her watch as he sucked her juices from them and hearing her groan as he smiled,

“I can’t wait to taste you later.”

And, he would, he most definitely would.

Now however, he was reaching for his bedside table and pulling out a condom, he loved her, more than anything, not only they had only just confessed, but he was leaving for tour, and he was going to be gone for months, he was not leaving her with surprises, pill or no pill. One day they could risk it, maybe, but it would not be tonight. Ripping the packet open, and rolling it onto himself as Evie’s hands were running her nails down his side and he lined himself up as she grasped his hips.

As he lined up his cock, Jolly brought his lips to Evie’s and her small hands curved around his backside, as he pressed his hips forward slowly, pressing into her. Filling her slowly, inch by inch, fuck, she felt so good wrapped around him so perfectly like this, her knees bent up around his hips until her hands were literally pulling him into her with a moan.

“Fuck, Käresta.”

Hiking one of her thighs higher around his hip as he pulled out so he could thrust deeper into her, she cried out as he started to pick up a rhythm. Evie gasped against his mouth with a whimper holding on and enjoying every second as Jolly fucked into her claiming her body as he drove his cock into her, filling her, feeling the way she was clenching so tightly around him as he found that sweet spot inside of her. Fuck, there, right there, that was what he wanted, groaning when she got so tight,

“Cum for me Käresta, God on Sweet Girl, Cum for me.”

Moaning as her legs wrapped around him and she clenched tighter around his cock as he continued to thrust into her, aiming for that sweet spot, as hard and as deep as he could, she was practically milking him as she came. Her nails dug into the small of his back as he shuddered, his thrusts growing uncontrolled as she clenched around him until he just couldn’t hold back and he was cumming into the condom, moaning against her mouth. His teeth scraped over her lip, hands grasping at her thighs, holding onto her to ground himself.

It was when they were both gasping for breath after Jolly had disposed of the condom, collected a damp cloth from the bathroom to clean them both up, and Evie was wrapped up around him and they were calmed down.. Jolly was contemplating what was coming next. The tour.

“I’m sorry.”

His voice quiet,

“I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you Käresta. I hate having to leave you, knowing you’ll be alone, and I just, it’s not fair, I’ll understand if-”

“Joakim, stop, it’s okay.”

Evie smacked his tattooed chest lightly, her hand settling against his skin, fingers brushing over the images detailed on his pecks. Jolly swallowed, looking down at her, seeing a softness in her eyes, a determination, she was his Käresta alright.

“It’s okay, Jolly, you go off, be the amazing rockstar I love, and I’ll be here when you get back. I’ll always be here when you get back. Because you are my home.”

[gamergirl-06]

Ryan x FTM! Reader

Plot: Ryan and the reader are at the Serling and jimmy makes a comment on readers appearance. Ryan gets pissed, also I’m making Reuben Reed good here.

Requested by (and I’m tagging): @hyunjinbiased-blog

You were relaxing with Rosa and Evie, drink in hand as you listened to their conversation.

Ryan, your crush and best friend, was trying to sort out how his immunity and how it needs to get you and him out of LA and to safety.

You understood the stress he was under, it was a big task to become the hero and try and save the world with your Blood.

“Hello, are you ok (Y/N)?”

It was Evie, she had a concerned look on her face, Rosa mirroring her.

You clear your throat, “yeah I’m fine, just thinking about if the world will ever go back to the way it was before.”

They nodded, they understood how you felt, they thought about it everyday, that was the only thing in their minds constantly.

You look up and see Reuben and Ryan walking into the room and you got up saying goodbye to the girls before trotting beside Ryan.

He turns and looks at you and smiles “well hello there.”

“Hello to you too,” you say back and give him a side hug

Reuben chuckled “you two are really cute together”

You and Ryan look at him, eyes widened as Ryan spoke “oh we’re not together”

You enter another room with all of the Dr’s files and Ryan held your hand as Reed began to explained where to find the equipment to test his blood.

You went still, your crushes hand was touching yours, this has to be a dream..nope it wasn’t it was actually happening.

“We gonna need to test your blood, only problem is It’s in The CDC by the Santa Monica Pier.” He told Ryan “It’s going to be a bit of a travel but you should make it, if you don’t..get attacked by those things that is”

Ryan looked at him with an unamused look on his face “Geez thanks”.

You look at Ryan “I know this must be stressful for you,” you hug him and he hugs back.

He looks down at you and smiles “yeah, but I have this voice in my head that tells me to keep going, I really just want to get us both and everyone else to safety.”

You blush at the fact you’re even hugging him right now.

Reuben smiles at you both, you two reminded of him and his wife when they were younger. The love that they had for each other but you two just didn’t know it yet.

Ever since you two got here, he was your biggest shipper (Reuben shipping two people is a funny thought 😂)

Jimmy then enters the room “hey doc you know we ran out of food.”

“Yeah I know” He said rolling his eyes at Jimmy, god Jimmy was annoying sometimes “and I told you when I had more off my plate then I would go for a supply run, I have told you this 10 hundred times.”

Just then Tisha ran in “Dad we need to go and sweep those apartments before someone else cleans them out”.

Reed shook his head “There’s no way you’re going, I can’t Let you go outside with those things lumbering around.”

“But Daaad, I’m not a little girl anymore, I’m going with the others, we will be back soon” she goes to walk away but Reuben grabs her arm and pulls her back.

“Now you must be out of your mind, you DON’T go outside WITHOUT me”.

Jimmy then piped in “yeah doc just let her go, she wants to be part of the team”

“Jimmy’s right I have to do something” Tisha argues back.

“I can’t let those things take you away from me like they did your mother” Reuben stops, he can’t believe he just said that.

You and Ryan stood in shock like everyone else, you both knew nothing about what happened to Reuben’s wife, he only told you she passed awhile ago.

Now that he said that you know that it must be a sensitive subject, especially with Tisha.

“I’m sorry..I-i didn’t mean to…” Reuben regretted saying the words that came out of his mouth a minute ago.

“Your right, dad” Tisha started “I shouldn’t put this on you, I’m sorry”

You piped in “I mean I could take her and watch her back while we scavenge for supplies, you know me Reuben, I have gone with Ryan in missions for you before, it won’t be any different.”

Tisha have you a look of gratitude and appreciation and smiled at you.

Reuben let out a breath, “ok, since it’s you and I trust you, Tisha..you can go, just be careful”

She smiled and hugged him and looked at you once again “Thank you so much, I am grateful.”

You smile as she leaves and you gather your things from the table next to you Jimmy looks you up and down “looks more girly then an actual man”.

You freeze up as you heard him talk about your appearance. You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes as you felt belittled.

Ryan’s face went red “what the fuck did you just say asshat?”

Jimmy tensed up, he knew if he repeated what he said he would be on the floor in seconds.

“Ummmm…” he replied

Ryan trudged towards the man but you stopped him and Reuben threw Jimmy out of the room.

“If I EVER hear you say shit like that again Jimmy you will have to answer to me about why that behaviour is acceptable, you understand me?” You heard Reuben say outside the door.

You couldn’t really hear what Jimmy said but you were to busy trying to calm Ryan down from rage.

“Ryan, please his not worth it” you say.

“He is if it’s about you, he shouldn’t talk to you like that it’s so wrong, plus it doesn’t make you feel equal to everyone else.” (I’m sorry to anyone who has experienced the negative behaviour towards them in this area, you don’t deserve that)

You smile “I do appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Of course, i…care about you so much” he said.

You eyes widened and blush..he told you he cared about you..holy hell.

Ryan took a deep breath out “fuck it I can’t do it anymore..(Y/N)… I love you..I have had feelings for you since I met you..I want you to be mine.”

You couldn’t believe what you just heard..the person you liked..confessing that he feels the same way. You eventually look into his eyes and without stuttering say:

“Ryan, I love you too, I too have felt this way about you for awhile as well.”

You connect your lips together in a gentle kiss as Ryan placed his hand on the back of your neck and the other on your back while yours found his muscly chest.

“Ahem” came from behind you both as you both break away and see that Reuben was staring at the both of you.

“About time, I was just starting to plan to take matters into my own hands if you didn’t confess” Reuben smirked.

Both you and Ryan had red on your faces, flushed from embarrassment.

“Sorry..uh you might wanna go to Tisha..she’s waiting for you” Reuben said to you.

“Oh..yes” you grab your stuff and give Ryan a kiss before walking out.

“Be careful out there, love you” Ryan said

“Love you too” you replied as you walked to Tisha to start your run.

[ellie-24]

Pool Adventures

You know the drill, I'm late as usual. I have no excuse, this is short and plotless.

A summer themed prompt based on: "Hey, quit splashin' me!"

Tagging my constant sources of inspiration. @thatbanditqueen @vintageshanny @be-my-ally @whositmcwhatsit @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love

Word count: 2.1 k

1034 Audubon Drive, Summer 1956

Evelyn jumped when a few droplets of cool water hit her out of nowhere, promptly pulling her out of her daydream. She quickly wiped them away from where they had landed on her bare thighs. With the soft grass beneath her, the sun shining, pleasantly warming up her skin and the light breeze tickling her she'd almost fallen asleep. Now, with the she was wide awake again, aware of her surroundings. The faint smell of a Barbecue hanging in the air, the chattering of her family and neighbours, the bees buzzing around Mrs. Presley's vegetable garden and the laughter and splashing coming from the pool a few feet away from her made it feel an almost cliché, picture perfect summer day.

The Presley's only recently moved into the neighbourhood, but they had quite a reputation already, not least because of their national celebrity son. Evelyn's parents were initially rather concerned about the rebellious and controversial singer moving into their quaint, calm neighbourhood and disturbing the peace with all the screaming fans and provocative singing and dancing. But they were quickly accepted into the community, always kind and helpful and welcoming everybody into their home. Like today, when it seemed like the whole neighbourhood was invited over to spend the day in the spacious garden.

"Evie, why don't ya join us?" Elvis called over to her, standing at the edge of the pool.

She took of her sunglasses and shook her head. "The water is still too cold for me. You only filled the pool a few days ago."

"Then why are ya wearing the bikini?" He gave her a quick once-over. "Not that I'm complaining." He drawled with a lopsided grin.

Evelyn rolled her eyes with a smile and placed her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose again, choosing to let her head sink back into the soft grass. It only took a few seconds until she felt someone splashing her again. She puffed up her cheeks, wondering whether she should just ignore it or say something. The startling feeling of cold water droplets against her face and a low snicker that most definetely belonged to Elvis made her decision easier. With a sigh she sat up, the sudden motion making her feel a bit dizzy and she leaned back on her elbows. "Hey, quit splashin' me!" She exclaimed with pointed look from beneath her sunglasses.

Elvis looked at her, his face a mask of innocence. "Wasn't me." He pointed towards his cousin next to him. "It was Billy, I swear."

"Uh-huh." She uttered sceptically, raising an eyebrow and moved to get up, wiping away some grass that clung to the back of her thighs.

He furrowed his brows. "Hey Evie, where are you going?"

"Somewhere I won't get splashed." She laughed and walked towards the house, wanting to ask Mrs. Presley if she needed help in the kitchen. When she entered the kitchen she found her peeling potatos and approached her. Mrs. Presley smiled warmly at her and gestured towards a tray with iced tea sitting on the counter.

"Oh Evelyn, would you be a dear and bring this out? Get the boys out of the pool, before they get more stupid ideas." She muttered and shook her head with a good-natured smile while casting a look over Evelyn's shoulder. She looked back and saw Elvis sitting on his cousin's shoulders wrestling with another boy from the neighbourhood.

"Of course, Mrs. Presley." She smiled politely and carefully balanced the tray in her hands, silently praying that she won't drop the damn thing in front of everybody as she made her way outside. She halted in front of the pool and Elvis beamed up at her. "You want some iced tea?" She asked as she turned around and sat down the tray on a nearby table. The boys quickly gathered around, grabbing and cup and sitting down on the grass.

Suddenly she felt a wet body pressed up against her back, strong arms wrapping around her waist and Elvis' playful laughter next to her ear. She shrieked and tried to wriggle out of his embrace, resulting in him tightening his grip around her waist.

"You feel so nice and warm." He mumbled against her cheek and placed a quick kiss on it.

Evelyn shivered, though not entirely from the cold. "And you feel all clammy and cold. Let go of me." She laughed and playfully swatted his arms away, making him pout. It almost made her give in, but she decided to throw him a towel instead. "Here. You can hug me when you're dry." She chuckled. He caught it with ease and she tried not to stare at the tight black shorts that clung to his skin, leaving little to the imagination.

He pursed his lips in thought and turned sideways to place the towel over the back of a chair, offering her a great view of his butt. She had to take a deep breath to calm herself again. "Got a better idea." Elvis mumbled and turned towards her again. Evelyn had a rough idea of what he was planning to do, judging by the mischievious glint in his eyes. She narrowed her eyes at him and took a tentitative step back, not liking the gleeful smirk on his face at all. A single drop of water fell from the wet strands of hair hanging over his forehead, hitting his bottom lip. It momentarily distracted her when he licked it away, his tongue briefly darting out. With her gaze still transfixed on his plush lips, she reacted a tad too late when he decided to charge at her. Evelyn still tried to escape, but quickly realised she didn't stand a chance when he scooped her up in an instant and made a beeline towards the pool.

"Elvis, don't you dare!" She threatened, not sounding very convincing, her voice at least three octaves higher than ususal. He just laughed and proceeded to leap off the edge of the pool, still gripping her tightly. "Elvis!" She shouted in a last, desperate attempt, already mid-air. The next thing she felt was cold water surrounding her, knocking the breath out of her for a second. She took a deep breath when they surfaced again, trembling from both the cold and adrenaline. He still held her, his fingers digging into her arms and she quickly brushed her now wet hair from her face before glaring at him. His eyes were still closed, his hair plastered to his forehead until he started shaking his head, reminding her of a wet dog. Her face scrunched up when the droplets hit her like little ice projectiles. When he opened his eyes and took in her expression he couldn't hold back a little snort.

"What's so funny?" She asked and crossed her arms.

His grin widened before gently brushing some wet hair out of her face. "You look like a drowned rat."

Evelyn had a hard time suppressing a grin of her own now, the way his eyes gleamed in delight and his lip curled was just too adorable. She also couldn't deny how she liked the feeling of his tender fingers lingering at her temple. Still, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so she narrowed her eyes at him before almost reluctantly freeing herself from his grip. The coldness from the water stopped bothering her when his expression went from cheerful to confused and she promptly reached out to splash some water right into his perplexed face. He didn't even manage to dodge her sudden attack and watched her in disbelief, while she raised her eyebrow challegingly. His face lit up again and he braced himself, preparing to leap forward as she giggled and splashed him once more for good measure.

The sun eventually began to set, the sky slowly turning orange, but they were still busy chasing and splashing each other. Just as she wanted to put her hands on his shoulder and dunk him he gripped her arms with ease, holding her steadily in place. She opened her mouth and he shook his head with a lopsided grin. "Now, Evie, your pretty lips are already turning blue." He turned her around and gently pushed her towards the edge of the pool, his chest feeling hot against her back. She wondered how it was possible that his body still radiated so much heat, despite them being in the water for what felt like hours. "Come on, let's get ya out of here." He whispered, sending a pleasent shiver down her spine. She looked back at him, his reassuring and gentle smile making her head spin. He helped her out of the pool and continued holding her when she almost slipped on the wet grass, water dripping off them onto the ground.

It was only then she noticed how cold she really was and her teeth instantly started chattering. Elvis chuckled and quickly snatched the big towel that still hung over the chair and wrapped it tightly around her shoulders. When her trembling still didn't dissipate he rubbed her back and turned towards his cousin, relaxing in a chair a few feet away from them. "Don't just sit there, man. Make yourself useful and get another towel."

Evelyn smiled and sat down on the grass and he followed suit, both exhausted from their play fighting in the pool. With a deep breath she closed her eyes, basking in the last golden rays of sunshine, while he draped the towel Billy just handed him over their shoulders. When she squinted her eyes open again she saw him picking at the grass until he leaned forward to pick a small daisy at his feet. In a slow movement he carefully twirled it around in his fingers and turned his head towards her. He lightly nudged her arm and absentmindedly placed the daisy in her hair. "We should do that again sometime."

"Totally. I need a matching bruise." Evelyn countered with a chuckle and carefully ran her fingers over her hip where she hit the edge of the pool after a particularly daring move to escape his attack. It'll certainly be blue and purple by tomorrow.

"Aww." He cooed sympathetically and softly caressed her tender flesh, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms and legs. "But uh... Did ya have fun?"

Upon seeing the soft, questioning look in his blue eyes she smiled and nodded. "I did."

His full lips curled upwards in a gentle smile and she just watched him, the golden light making him look even more beautiful. His hair was sticking in all directions and it looked so soft, she couldn't help but reach up and ruffle up his hair some more. "What's this hairstyle called? 'I stuck my finger into a socket'?"

He jerked away from her and ran his hand through his hair, attempting to fix some of the damage she caused. She laughed when she spotted the faintest tint of pink on his soft cheeks. "I could ask you the same thing, you know?" He gestured towards her.

She let out a snort and gently stroked his arm. "I think it looks cute on you."

His eyes briefly skimmed over to her, the movement of his fingers slowing down. Evelyn's heartbeat picked up when he moved closer to her, their arms and legs now touching, still a bit damp.

"You do?" He said lowly with a teasing grin and leaned in so close that she could feel his breath on her face. She chewed on her bottom lip in anticipation, but quickly came to her senses again.

"Elvis, my parents are right over there." She whispered with a giggle and threw a look over her shoulder. He just shrugged with a carelessness she both admired and envied and moved to pull the towel over their heads, shielding them from the curious looks of their families and neighbours.

"Very subtle." She remarked . Just as she wanted to open her mouth once again, he decided to cut her off by softly pressing his lips against hers. Evelyn closed her eyes and hungrily moved her lips against his while his fingers grazed over her collarbone, making her skin tingle. Her hand seemed to move on it's own, brushing over his back until she gently caressed the soft skin where the waistband of his black shorts dug into his hips. He grinned against her mouth before pulling away and placing a soft kiss against her cold nose. For a while they just looked at each other, smiling and breathing heavily.

"We should do that again sometime." She whispered, a bit breathless.

He bit his lip and leaned in again. "Whatever you say, sweetheart."

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[angel-shaw]

Genevieve/Sweetheart castle audios

HI! This is my first fic for Castle Audios! It was supposed to be smut but it turned out to be hurt comfort XD. 

Tags!!!: @dollscircus @wolf-sweetheart

Word count: 3633

CW/TW’s: light descriptions of past fights, light description of wounds, charters being distressed about another chariter being hurt 

Description: Evie taking care of Knight after they got hurt in a fight, knight being insecure, sweet comfort. 

Enjoy!!

“Sweetheart? Are you still sleeping?” Genevieve called softly into their shared room, not wanting to wake the person inside if they were in fact sleeping. But that proved to not matter.

“No, I haven't been sleeping for like… twenty minutes.” Their horse voice answered.

Evie opened the door more with her hip and flicked on the small lamp by the door, a warm yellow filling the room. She saw her lover sitting on the bed, the IV attached to their arm preventing them from getting up. They didn't look good, their eyes tired and bandages covering their wounds a dark red from when they had been bleeding more heavily. But it was a lot better than it had been a few days prior. Evie shivered at the thought of her lover when she had regained consciousness in the woods, she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. They were safe now, they were with her. 

Evie smiled and stepped in, closing the door and walking up to them, “ Sorry I couldn't be here sooner, I thought you would be hungry for something other than fast food so I tried my hand at that one dish you said you liked but I burnt like all of it so Claire gave me a hand,” she laughed as she placed the tupperware on the bed side table.

“Oh Evie… thank you. You didn't have to do that i know how the recipe can be-”

“Ahah! None of that, I wanted to do it for you. You aren't feeling well and I know how stressful being cooped up is for you so I'm going to do all I can for you.”  

She bent down, pushing stray strands of hair out of their face before kissing them. She could feel them smile into the kiss, leaning forward to kiss her more. Their hand came up to tangle into her hair.

When she felt the string of the IV she pulled back slowly, making sure not to pull on it. As she pulled back she could feel her knight try to follow her, trying to continue the kiss.

“Hey now, you gotta eat silly,” She laughed at the pout on their face. 

“But I want more kisses,” they giggled as they tried to resume kissing her. 

“I will be happy to give you more kisses but you really need to eat something sweetheart, it's been days since you’ve had any real food and I can tell it's taking its toll,” Genevieve said softly, hand cupping their face as she leaned in to plant a soft kiss on their nose.

They grumbled but made an effort to sit up more, the pile of blankets along with the IV and bandages making it a lot harder than they expected. When Genevieve noticed that they were getting upset as they struggled to just sit up she put her hands under their arms and lifted them lightly with her still new strength. She moved the pillows so they could sit comfortably.

“There we go!” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to their forehead, “comfy?”

They looked up at her with nothing but love in their eyes, and nodded with a small smile on their face. 

Evie smiled, “good, now you eat and i'll get new bandages and the stuff to clean up the blood.” 

She could tell they wanted to protest but they didn't, probably because they knew how much she hated seeing them covered in blood, especially their own. So they just nodded and accepted the warm food she had brought them. 

She placed another kiss on their forehead before going to get the stuff, they enjoyed the delish warm meal she had taken the time to make for them. It made their insides warm, not just from the warmness of it, but from the care their girlfriend, their mate, put into it. It differently wasn't the best but she had put the time and care into it, so to them it was the best thing they had ever had. Plus they hadn't been able to eat proper food so again, the best food ever at the moment. 

They watched Evie walk around the small room, gathering what she would need to change the bandages. She walked back and placed the items down, smiling at them. 

“Do you like it?” she asked, the worry on her face clear.

They nodded, holding back the wince from the slight shot of pain it caused. “Its amazing baby, thank you”

The worry on their girlfriends face washed away, a bright smile replacing it. “Oh I'm so glad!” she leaned down and kissed their forehead, “I know it's not the best but-”

They interrupted her, “Nope none of that baby, it's perfect and exactly what i needed, it means so much to me baby, thank you.”

It made their smile wider when they saw a very slight blush creep up her face. Even though she was a vampire, that didnt mean she couldn't blush, it just took a bit more, something they were happy to find out.

Once they finished eating, Genevieve to the container and set it off to the side. She then sat on the edge of the bed, putting her hand over theirs. They smiled at her, she smiled back. It felt almost normal, as though they weren't injured or hooked up to an IV.

“We gotta change them,” She said softly, not wanting to disturb the moment but knowing she had to.

They nodded, “Where do you wanna look first?” 

They were smirking, trying to lighten up the mood. They knew that she didn't want to be the one changing the bandages, but she knew they didn't want or trust many others to do it. Clare, maybe Beth, perhaps a few others but they felt most comfortable with her. They appreciated her stepping out of her comfort zone to help them stay as close to theirs as possible, so they would do what they could to make it better for her. 

Evie smiled and rolled her eyes, smacking their arm playfully. “How about your legs? From what I saw…They were less injured then your….” She trailed off.

“Hey, it's ok.” They said, rubbing her upper arm. “Ya we can start with my legs, i'm good with that.” 

She took a deep, centering breath, “Alright, let's do this,” she said, smiling again. 

They nodded, smiling back at her. Pushing the blankets off of their legs, stretching a bit. 

“Do you want me to get the bandages off? I can take care of my legs, so you could just see how to do it.”

“But-”

“Baby, I can do this, plus you're here to help. I know you can do it but I can tell your nervous, let me help, please.”

She could hear the desperation laced in their voice, and she knew there was another reason they wanted to help. Genevieve took another deep breath, nodding.

 “Ok, but only one. You show me how on one and I do the other. I'm not letting you hurt yourself more just to help me with my aversion to blood, got it?” 

They nodded, silently thanking her for understanding what they couldn't say out loud.

They decided to work on their right leg, figuring it would be easier. They slowly unwrapped the cloth, wincing slightly as it pulled at the dried scabs. Evie had them take a break removing the bandages so they wouldn't get hasty, she helped them clean the part they had already removed.

After that, they continued to peel off the bandages with Evie helping to clean it. Their legs were not too injured but it was still bad, hence them not being allowed to walk around or putting weight on their legs yet. 

The two of them talked as they switched legs, despite her saying that they could only do one, she let them pull the bandage off of it too. The talk was light, mostly Genevieve telling them what the others had been up to, Beth and her mates shenanigans, how Claire and the ranger had been at each other's throats and how she thought they might have kissed. 

When they finished cleaning and re-bangieding both of their legs, she moved to their chest at their request. 

“It's kinda hard to breathe, It's probably just bandages being as hard as they are now.” They had said.

She of course didnt mind and didnt need a reason, but by now she knew they felt they had to give one for why they wanted something. They were working on that.  

As she slowly unwrapped the cloth she cut it occasionally to make it easier. Dropping the blooded clothes into the trash. She repositioned them so she was behind them, taking care of the wounds there first. 

“I was so scared…” She said quietly.

They stirred a little, instinctively trying to turn to see her before cringing at the sharp pains coming from their chest and back.  

“Careful!” She scolded, placing her hands on their shoulders, “I mean it sweetheart.”

“I know, I'm sorry,” They said softly. “And i'm sorry for scaring you, but i did everything i could” 

Genevieve sighed and went back to cleaning and disinfecting the deep wounds, “I know you did, and I know you were protecting me. There wasn't anything either one of us could have done to stop those guys… What were they again?” 

“Bear shifters.” They said coldly, still enraged by the two shifters' actions.   

“Right…bear shifters. But I was so scared when I came to and saw you on the ground…i thought…i..”

“Hay,” They said, placing their hands on her thighs that were on either side of them, “I know..you don't have to say it baby. I'm sorry I was so reckless,but I didn't have a choice, they were trying to hurt us, hurt you.”

They could hear Evie sniffle behind them.

“Baby…”

“I'm ok, I just wish I could have done something. I'm supposed to be stronger and faster, but I just went down. And you got so hurt.”

“I'm alright, see?” They squeezed her thighs, “I'm right here, I'm alright. A little useless right now but ultimately ok, and you're ok.”

It was minor but Genevieve heard the bitterness and self loathing when they said ‘useless’. 

“Hay, no. You are useless sweetheart,” She said pausing cleaning to put one of her hands over theirs, “You saved me, and now you just need some help but that's ok”

“I couldn't even sit up without your help eves, I'd say that's pretty damn useless.” They said it with a smile and a laugh in their voice but she knew.

“Sweetheart. You are not useless in any way, you just need help right now.  That's ok, please don't beat yourself up over it.”

“No! No it's not ok, I'm supposed to  be able to keep you safe and i can't do that when i cant move. You never should have gotten into that fight. I should have been able to stop it or get you away from it before you got hurt….but i failed. I wasn't able to keep you safe Eve…” As they talked their voice softened, falling to a near whisper.

“Oh sweetheart,”  Genevieve's voice was soft, not pitying but caring and full of concern.

She pulled her partner back, so they were resting on her chest,head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms gently around their waist, making sure not to touch the wounds. They were crying now, trying to stop the tears running down their face. 

Evie rocked them gently side to side as they cried.

“Shhhh, it's ok now baby. I'm safe, you saved me. I'm ok because of you, it's ok. Let it out there you go,’’ she comforted them quietly.

They held their arms around hers, gripping her tightly as they rocked with her. The two of them stayed there, rocking gently for a while. Once Genevieve noticed they had calmed down and were taking deeper breaths, she stopped rocking.

“Sweetheart?”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you.”

“It's ok, I forgive you and i'm not mad at all, i know you didn't mean to baby.”

“I just…got so overwhelmed. I hate not being able to do simple things by myself. I hate it even more when that means the people I care about have to do them instead.”

“I know sweetheart, but you're not a burden. I'm happy to take care of you, just like you would me. We all need help sometimes, even with the little stuff.”

“Thank you, I really am sorry for yelling. Are your ears ok? I know they are a lot more sensitive,” They asked, turning their head to look at her.

“Mhm,” She looked at them too,” They are fine, now how about we finish up cleaning these wounds and bandaging them, then I can see if there is any way we can get you out of bed for a bit, sound good?”

They smiled while sitting up. 

“Ya. sounds good.”

Evie smiled and kissed the back of their neck, they giggled. 

“Good”

Once Genevieve had finished with the bandages she moved off the bed. She kissed them before going out to see if they were cleared to get the IV removed. When she came back in, she brought Clare and a healer.

“Alrighty, I know we weren't able to heal you all the way yet, but we should be able to either tomorrow or the day after. Even better news is that you're all clear to get the IV removed, which I can do now for you.” The healer said, smiling.

They nodded and watched as the healer removed the IV.

“Now,” She continued, “You do have to make sure to drink plenty of water and fluids. I also want you to try and not walk around too much, I know you must want to but your legs weren't a priority when you got healed initially so they are still sore and you should be careful with straining them. You also need to eat a good amount, I already went over good things for you to have with Claire here,” She motioned to claire. “Other than the other basics like don't strain yourself too much, no heavy lifting, ect. You should be good to go!” 

“Amazing, I'll think we've got it from here,” Clare said, mosining for the healer to follow her out of the room. “We will take good care of them while we wait for them to be healed the rest of the way.”

Clare winked at the two of them before closing the door on the way out. They could hear the two’s voices drift off as they got further and further away. Genevieve smiled and walked over to the bed, her partner pushing their legs off the bed. She put herself in between their legs looking down at them with a goofy smile plastered on her face. 

“Well hi there” They said leaning back on their arms to look up at their mate.

“Hi~” She said in a sing-songy voice.

They raised their eyebrows, “Would you like something?” They asked, smiling.

“Mhmmm”

She leaned down, hands on their cheeks. “Can I kiss you?” She asked in a quiet voice.

They nodded, “When would I ever say no?”

She closed the small distance between the two of them. The kiss wasn't hurried. They just stayed there slowly kissing, holding each other close. They only stopped when there was a knock on the door. Both of them jumped, Evie jumping back as if they were teenagers caught making out in the gym locker room.

“I'm coming in you two!” A voice called in.

It was claire. 

Claire opened the door, seeing Genevieve brushing her skirt off, looking anywhere but her and smirked knowingly. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” She asked her sibling, “I know you just have to be itching to get out of this room.” 

“Oh god yes. I have been here for way too long. I'm feeling pretty alright, a bit sore but that's to be expected.” 

Claire laughed, “I'm glad you're doing alright,” She stepped into the room and closed the door, walking to them. “You really scared us, I'm glad you're safe, but don't do that again.” She said putting her forehead against theirs. 

If anyone else had said it, they would have fought it, angrily re-explain what happened, but they knew that's not what Claire ment. She was their Alfa, but more importantly to the both of them, their sister. She was scared when Evie had called crying and told her what happened, they had scared her and they did feel bad about it. They silently promised that they would do everything they could to make sure her and Genevieve would never have to be scared for them again. 

Claire pulled back and patted their shoulder, “Im making dinner if your hungry, i know you ate not too long ago but-”

“Holy shit I want more food. Who the hell do you take me for Claire?” They interrupted her, laughing before cringing because, oh ya, still injured. 

Genevieve was at their side immediately but they were fine. Claire smiled and turned back out the door. 

“You know, I wouldn't mind carrying you out to the main room?” She said it in a teasing voice but they knew it was a genuine offer.

They scoffed, “Oh hell no, now get out.”

Clare laughed and made her way out, closing the door behind her. 

With just them and their mate in the room again they opened their arms, an obvious sign for her to come close again. She did. Reclaiming her spot in between their legs. 

“Hi again, pretty,” She said, laughing. 

“Hehe hi gorgeous,” They leaned up, a hand in her hair pulling her down into a kiss.

When they pulled away from the kiss, mostly because unlike their undead ate they did in fact have to breathe, they giggled, “No but really, Claire is right if I stay in this room I'm going to go insane. 

Evie burst into laughter, almost dubbing over in her fit. She did trip over the partner's foot, causing her to fall forward with a yelp. They both fell back onto the bed, her only not landing on their chest because of her vamp reflexes that let her have an arm on either side of them, holding her bove, if only just. 

She was still giggling, but softer now, “Sorry i just,” she started before going back into her giggling fit.

She was beautiful, almost an angel. So they lean up and kiss her. She is shocked at first, but melts into it. Humming happily into the kiss, they could feel her smile, it made them happy. 

When they pulled back Genevieve was smiling down at them, them smiling back up at her. 

“I love you,” They whispered

Genevieve flushed, “I love you to,” She whispered back.

She leaned down again, this time only for a short kiss. 

“Hay Eve,”

“Ya?”

“As much as I love you on top of me, falling back onto a bed doesn’t result in the most comfortable positions especially with booboos.”

“Oh! Oh ya, I'm sorry!” SHe got up quickly, helping them up as well, “Wait… booboos? Really?” 

“Oh shush I've been babysitting a lot recently,” They laughed, smacking their mates arm playfully. 

“I can't believe you, you're so cute,” She kissed them again. 

“Ya ya, so you've said, now are you going to help me get out of this room or not? Because if you don't , I'm gonna do it myself and you're going to yell at me.” 

Genevieve could tell they actually would try to do it themselves and would most definitely regret it, so instead she kissed their nose.

“Alright, alright, would you like me to carry you sweety? I could carry you like a princess!” 

“Oh no-” 

They could tell that their girlfriend had her mind set on the idea that she had thought of and no matter what they said could talk her out of it. They were going to be carried around princess style. 

“Oh yes!” 

She bent down and put her arms under their legs and back, then lifted. They let out a yelp as she picked them up. 

“Hi sweetheart,” She said sweetly, a bright smile on her face. 

“I hope you know, i am going to say i hate this every step of the way.” 

“Ya i know, but it's nice getting to be the knight for once ahh Ahhh?”

“Oh my god,” They rolled their eyes at their girlfriends antics. 

She giggled maniacally as she opened the door and walked the both of them out the the main room. Even though she could have run and gotten them to the room quickly, she didn't, walking at a steady pace down the hall. Partly because of her anxiety, partly because she enjoyed carrying them around. 

They reached the main room and she set them down on the couch.

“There we go! Now let's get all cozy and we can watch a show,” Genevieve said as she climbed onto the couch, settling into her mate's arms.

After the two of them had fallen asleep to a show, Claire walked in to tell them that food was done. Instead, seeing them curled up looking peaceful she decided it could wait. She pulled out a blanket and covered the two of them. She left a note saying that food was in the fridge, to text or call her if they needed anything, and that she was going out for a bit. The last thing she did was flick the overhead lights off, smiling at the two lovebirds as she left.

[darling-i-read-it]

Miss Something

Rick O’Connell x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: violence, some insecurity

Author’s Note: Bruhh, Rick! I love Brendan Fraser he slaps lol. I hope you enjoy!

Requested: by anon, Maya, darling! May I request a Rick O’Connell x reader? I’d love to see something where reader was absolutely gobsmacked when she first met him but convinced herself that it could never be after seeing how smitten he was with Evie at first. Reader fails to notice Rick’s growing affection for her, much to his annoyance. That is, until they save each other from a near-death situation towards the end of the story and, when he tries to flirtatiously compliment her on her heroics, he only is further frustrated by her obliviousness and pulls her in for a kiss instead. Thanks so much!!

Summary: the request

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“I don’t know why you’re making me come when you already have O’Connell and Y/N,” Jonathan said to his sister. You rolled your eyes, holding the strap on your bag tightly.

“I brought you because it’s something you stole,” Evie said.

“I made sure you came because I like to see you freak out over dust,” you said laughing. Jonathan rolled his eyes.

“Did you not see me in the coffin the other day?”

“I did and I imagine when you see one that’s not in a museum, you’ll freak out,” you quipped. You had been friends with the Carnahan’s for as long as you could remember. The three of you had been partners in crime since sandbox days. You had practically become an extra member of their family, considering how much time you spent together. You had all gone into similar fields of work which meant you got to see each other as often as you liked. “Who is this O’Connell anyway?”

“He’s awful,” Evie said. “I’m having second thoughts about letting him come along. He looks dirty and unkept and-”

“Who’s dirty and unkept?” All three of you turned around to meet the eyes of whom you assumed was Rick O’Connell.

You were instantly gobsmacked. He was so handsome. You smiled kindly, averting your eyes as he surveyed you.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. Are you another sibling?” Rick asked, extending his hand. You shook it, dipping your hat to him.

“No,” you said. Rick’s eyes went wide.

“Wonderful. If you aren’t in their bloodline, maybe you’ll be sane,” he said, letting your hand go. You smiled a bit and he smiled back at you.

“Well we have a boat to catch!” Evie said, turning around quickly as she lugged her things along with her. You and Rick walked beside each other further up the ramp to the boat.

“He certainly cleaned up,” Jonathan muttered to his sister like the rest of you couldn’t hear. Rick turned to you as he walked.

“How did you get roped into this?” he asked quietly.

“I’ve been friends with Evie and Jonathan since I was a kid. I just tag along when they want me there now,” you said, laughing gently. You had to make a serious effort not to stare into his eyes too long. He was so handsome. “Evie told me you were about to be hanged?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, like he was proud of it. “They almost got me too. Would’ve if my neck had broken.” You made a disgusted face. “Hey, I made it out didn’t I? And minimal bruising.” He put his hand to his neck to demonstrate the lack of bruising.

“I’m glad. Hopefully you know what you’re doing Rick,” you said, finally stepping onto the boat. His eyes lingered on you as you walked but you were trying too hard not to turn around and stare at him to notice. Jonathan nudged Rick.

“That’s my sister,” he said.

“Not by blood I hear.”

====

You sat below your competitors. Underneath the floor they were stepping on in fact. Evie was messing with the statue that was the reason you were all there, you thought.

“I would prefer actually if you would not touch anything,” Evie called back to all three of you. You rolled your eyes.

“I know history too Evie,” you said. You were ecstatic about the findings, probably more so than her. You didn’t have any actual hopes going into this expedition. “I know what not to touch.”

Part of the ceiling fell down beside you. It happened so fast and if Rick hadn’t had his arm on you already to pull you away, you might have been crushed. You gasped, jumping into Rick’s arms. You were all startled for a moment and then you backed away from him, clearing your throat.

“What did you touch?” Evie questioned. You rolled your eyes.

“Nothing. I didn’t touch anything. It was probably Jonathan’s fault.”

“No, I think I’m going to blame O’Connell,” Jonathan concluded. You stifled a laugh at Rick’s sudden accusatory face.

“I was right beside Y/N!”

“Alright children,” Evie said. “That’s enough.”

====

You sat around a campfire with the others, glad that everyone was safe for the time being. Eveyln had found a book. The competitors had put down their weapons in order for one night's sleep. You were glad for it too. You just wanted to go to sleep. You could feel your eyes drooping as you sat beside the fire.

“Here,” Rick said. You looked up at him and noticed he was taking off his jacket. He put it over you like a blanket. “Just drift off,” he said. “No one will notice.” You smiled warmly, trying to hide your flustered emotion.

“Thank’s Rick.”

“You want a good pillow?”

“Hmm?” He scooted closer to you. You raised an eyebrow but nonetheless put your head on his shoulder. Your eyes closed and you could feel sleep take you over quickly. In just a moment's time, you were fast asleep, breathing even.

“She likes you,” Evie noted. Rick wanted to shrug but didn’t want to wake you.

“I’m hoping so,” he said honestly, a thin smile on his face. He looked down at your sleeping complexion.

“You best leave her alone,” Jonathan said. He looked disheveled and so out of place it was almost comical. “You don’t deserve her.”

“I don’t think she’s catching my hints so I believe you’re safe,” he said. Evelyn shrugged.

“She’ll come around. She’s bright, she just doesn’t...want to believe things sometimes,” Evie explained. Rick looked away and took a swig of his drink. Hopefully that was true.

====

“Rick!” you yelled but he was yelling at someone else. His scream echoed as he ran toward the group of oncoming enemies, sword in air. You cursed under your breath and kicked up a sword of one of the already fallen men. You had never used a sword before but there was a first time for everything.

You ran forward as well, throwing your arms in the air and clashing with another sword.

Soon you found yourself back to back with Rick, slashing and screaming, killing every one of the undead things in your way. You turned at a steady pace together, moving in sync until there was nothing left for you to get to Evelyn and Jonathan.

Out of breath you moved away from him, stomping your foot down beside the dead enemy.

“That was amazing,” Rick said, paying you a rare compliment. You smiled.

“Thank you,” you said. He rolled his eyes. You would never catch the hint would you? He turned to you and contemplated for a moment.

He crashed his lips to yours. After a moment of deliberation you leaned forward into him, putting your hand on his cheek. He pulled away.

“Did you catch that one?” he asked. You laughed.

“Have I been missing something?”

“Yes ma’am you have.” You couldn’t help but giggle as you moved away from him. You held your sword up.

“Wonderful for you both!” Jonathan said, running up to you. He hadn’t been there a second before. You turned to look at him. “But can we please save my sister!”

Rick grabbed your hand tightly and pulled you along, running after Jonathan.

“We’re going, we’re going!”

Tagging: @sunflowersturn

[helenofsimblr]

Randall, looking over at his siblings, starts to leave…suddenly Elita feels a bit of sadness creep into his voice. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to fix it. 

Randall : I don’t think I’ll ever be really free… but I’m glad you will be, Elita. I should probably go before Evie comes back and yells at me!

Elita: Oh uh, hey, wait. Wait up!

He turns around to look at her again.

Randall: Hmm?”

***

Elita: would you... um can I like, get your number or... uh, an email I can uh, email?

Randall smiles, but then looks a bit sad again and shifts uncomfortably.

Randall: I can give you my family business card, but I really don’t have anything else. Father says it’s not good to be hooked on the internet unless it is in the pursuit of study.

He holds a very generic looking card with a fancy VR logo and just a number.

Elita: oh. All work and no play....

Randall: Make Randall a dull boring boy… yeah.

Elita: I was gonna say make for a dull existence

***

Randall: I’m hoping when we turn sixteen in a few weeks, he’ll at least let us have a cell phone… but I’m not keeping my hopes high. He’s sorta old fashioned that way.

Elita: I hope so. 

Randall, still holding the card out, 

Randall: You can have it if you want. If you ever see anything super weird… My family, we, uh, sorta deal with weird.

Elita: I looked at the card for a moment, and I could… see something on it… like a swirl or something. I’d not seen anything like that before, but I saw it there. I would later learn that it was a magical rune, a sort of tag. I put it in my jacket and something came over me, I felt compelled to do what I did next. It’ll all make sense eventually, but I followed my instincts.

Elita: Thanks, hey,  come here, lean down a bit…

Randall indulges her, he notices her eyes, they nearly stole his breath. The blue was intense and he felt a bit embarrassed by how he was feeling. This being one of the first times any girl younger than him  had caught his attention and completely thrown him off his game.

Randall: Wow, those are some pretty eyes you have… I haven’t seen blue like that.

[astranva]

Falling Duet

Word Count: 2.4k

Category: Fluff but it’s so 🥺

Warning: Nothing

Request: harry dating singer!reader: he has to perform at some awards and he invites her to sing with him but no one else knows? love your writing🤧❤

Summary: You and Harry sing an unreleased version of Falling at an award show.

The lyrics used are of “Falling (other POV)” by THE cutie, Ally Naso 🤍

// masterlist //

**reposted bc tumblr is messing up the tags & nobody can view it. sigh.

..

It all started when a friend of yours had recorded you singing in your school’s bathroom during senior year.

7 years ago, you wouldn’t have believed it if somebody told you that you would be a 13-time Grammy nominated artist, as well as having 6 of that very award sitting on your shelf at your childhood home – one for Best Artist, and one for Album of the year.

You would have laughed even.

But it wasn’t a joke nor was it a dream you wished to never wake up from; it was as real as life could be.

You were successful in the industry and if any of your fans were asked, they would say that it was because of your immense talent and unproblematic, empathetic, kind character.

It was one of the many reasons why so many people on the internet had shipped you with a certain English man, him having been only 20 when you went viral and got signed.

A year into the industry, it was one day when you remember your Twitter notifications going crazy;

“HARRY STYLES JUST SAID HE LOVES YOUR MUSIC AND THINKS YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL”

“omg pls tell us you watched 1d’s interview with jimmy kimmel”

“IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING! CAN YOU PLEASE BE TOGETHER ALREADY???”

Looking back at that memory, you remember how you were a shaking and overwhelmed mess as you had clicked on the link everybody was sending you.

The video had begun with the audience cheering as the camera was on Jimmy and the 5 men near him.

And there he sat; in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, medium-length hair looking like he had run his fingers through many times, his hands clasped as he looked at Jimmy.

“Who’s most likely to let a woman split the band?” Jimmy had asked.

They had looked at each other, not answering for a moment before Niall chimed in with a laugh as he pointed at Harry, “Harry would let his celebrity crush do that.”

Harry rolled his eyes jokingly as his bandmates agreed and laughed, slapping his hands against his thighs in feigned annoyance.

“Who is that? Who’s your celebrity crush?”

“Just this talented person.” He had tried to smile his way through the question, but no one was having it.

“You know Y/N Y/L/N? She’s an amazing singer,” Louis told Jimmy.

“Y/N!” Jimmy beamed, “We had her on the show two weeks ago.”

“Yeah, he watched that.” Liam had gestured towards Harry.

Hiding his face in his hands for a moment, the audience cheered as his friends continued to laugh.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jimmy asked Harry in a teasing manner.

Having had decided to get it over with, Harry nodded as he clasped his hands together again, “She’s very talented and beautiful.”

“Lovie, can you help me with the necklace? My nails are still drying.”

You looked up from your place on the couch, sitting in your long dress looking so beautiful that Harry had lost track of time of getting into his own suit because he was too busy giving you a photoshoot on his phone.

Standing up, you reached and clasped his necklace for him, dusting his shoulders to signal that you were done.

Turning, you were met with your boyfriend of 4 years beaming at you before he leaned to press his lips against yours.

“You look so good.” You smiled up at him, “So beautiful.”

“Have to try to catch up with how you look tonight,” he replied with a wide smile, “Nervous?”

“Not really.” You admitted.

Amusingly and completely and utterly in love, Harry tilted his head slightly, “Any reason why you’re not? You usually hate those.”

It was true. You didn’t really like award shows because of how tiresome all the process was; hair, makeup, dressing up, walking only to pause every second, the repeated questions you have been answering for years, how more judgmental the world was on nights like these.

But it was always when Harry was able to be by your side that you liked the night, and the tall man knew it, but he had always loved hearing you say it.

To feed his ego, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Because you’ll be there.”

“Music to my ears.” He joked, shaking his head slightly.

“Just feeding that already overfed ego of yours, baby.”

“Excuse you.” He pecked your lips, “Let me add food for Evie then we can leave.”

“I’ll do it, don’t mess up your nails.” You patted his chest before moving away to attend to your cat.

The fans and reporters all had anticipated the moment of yours and boyfriend’s arrival, and the both of you knew it.

You were fairly private with your relationship. While everyone knew you were together, the both of you didn’t always post about one another but when you did, it went viral – something you and Harry, shamelessly, enjoyed.

It was why during moments like this, everyone was eager. Reporters were hungry for content, all having different intentions, but you spend enough time in the industry and you sort of begin knowing what to say and how to say it.

Harry was scheduled to perform, something everyone knew of, but it was the fact that you were joining him not on the red carpet, but on stage that they didn’t.

Getting out of the car together, the screams and flashing lights were then doubled.

Harry closed the door behind you with a polite smile to the security standing. Bending a little, he adjusted your dress’s short train for you as you looked back at it before you looked up at him.

As if they weren’t snapping pictures like crazy yet, you reached and fixed Harry’s hair at the front, his eyes looking up with a smile as you did so.

“Thanks, love.”

With that, Harry placed his arm around your waist as you walked to the first spot on the red carpet.

“When was the last time we appeared together? They’re going mad.” You whispered, looking at Harry as he smiled to the cameras.

He chuckled, looking at you, “I think we deprive them too much.”

“Let’s give them enough content to last a year.”

Nobody but the both of you knew what you meant, and it was why the flashing lights and camera shutter sounds were then tripled the moment Harry’s lips were on yours in a soft kiss.

“Can we sign stuff?” You asked a woman standing on the sides, “Can we see the fans?”

When she nodded at you, you and Harry ignored posing for a few minutes to converse and meet fans.

“I love you and Harry so much!” One fan said shakily as you signed a paper for him.

“Thank yo- Hey! I saw you in Amsterdam last year, right?” You grinned.

And that was another thing not only your fans loved about you, but Harry, too.

You were no stranger to connections. You were no stranger to making people feel seen and treating them in a way that no fan expected to be treated – a friend, and you remember friends.

“Harry, do you think Y/N will win Songwriter of the Year?” A fan asked.

Harry shrugged with a smile, “I hope so but we all know she is anyway.” He waved his hand with a joking manner, making the closest fans laugh.

“What about you? Do you think you’ll win Artist of the Year?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled, “There are so many amazing artists. I wish them all the best.”

“He’s a humble man,” you teased, patting his shoulder, “We all know he is anyway.”

You were confused as they, Harry included, laughed in shock. “What?”

“He literally has just said the same thing about you.”

You laughed, looking at Harry, “Shut up, no way!”

“The both of you have been doing that for years.” One fan commented with a grin, “It’s adorable. It’s like telepathy or something.”

“Oh yeah, we are telepathic,” Harry nodded, “It gets a little scary sometimes.”

“Heeey!” You laughed, “It’s actually helpful. One of us would be just walking at home and we’d look at each other and know that the other just means something like “feed Evie” or “take out the trash””

“This is so cute!”

“Harry, what are you performing tonight?”

“You’ll find out in a bit.” He pointed.

Shortly, you and Harry had to take more pictures and do interviews before you were escorted inside.

It was the little moments that fans also lived for; how Harry held your hand as you sat so discreetly, how the both of you chatted and giggled among one another and those around you, how Harry fist-bumped the air the moment your name was called to receive your award of Songwriter of the Year before kissing you. It was how they knew this was real – how love wasn’t something you only listen people sing about or write novels for.

It was in how Harry’s eyes didn’t move from you as you gave your speech, a wide smile on his face and eyes resembling twinkling stars for crying out loud.

It was in how you ended your speech with: “This is to the man who has inspired and pushed me forward to write every single day. I love you.”

It was in how you looked more nervous than Harry himself when his category was called before you were the first to get out of your seat with a happy “yes!” once they announced that he won.

It was in how Harry cupped your face that moment to kiss you before walking to receive his award.

It was in how you remained standing, those behind you only smiling instead of being annoyed, with your hands clutched together against your heart, tearful eyes, and the brightest smile in the room.

“You’re going to tell me this is cheesy,” Harry chuckled slightly, giving a shrug as he looked at you, “But I wouldn’t be standing here, holding this, if it weren’t for you. I love you, too.”

But then Harry was about to perform and you weren’t in your seat.

The award show had decided to make a skit of it, the host being Miley had held her microphone as she stood in the empty isle beside yours and Harry’s empty seats.

“We know Harry Styles is performing in minutes,” she said, looking at the camera with a playful smile, “But where is Y/N Y/L/N? We know, we know,” she nodded, “Probably backstage for some extra good luck but-” people laughed, causing Miley to pause and chuckle, “But seriously, guys. There’s a show and it must go on.”

“It’s going on.” Harry said from backstage into his mic before the stage went dark.

It wasn’t until piano tunes sounded that the arena grew dim, a spotlight on the piano at the center of the stage where you sat, your fingers gentle against the keys as you played the beginning notes of Falling.

“I'm in my bed,

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame

But the drink in my wandering hands.” Harry sang as he came on stage, holding the mic in his hand before taking a seat beside you.

Everyone had expected him to sing the next verse, but it wasn’t his voice that they then heard.

“I'm in my bed

Instead of yours

Cried to sleep turned off all of lights and locked all of the doors.” You sang, eyes on the piano keys.

“Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

And I can't take it back

I can't unpack the baggage you left.” His eyes were on you, body turned slightly towards you as he felt like the both of you were in your living room in front of your white piano.

“I replay what you said

Don’t know if it’s true

Left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we could undo.” You sang, closing your eyes as you got ready for the chorus.

“What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What am I now? What am I now?

Don’t want to cry ‘cause I can’t stand the sound

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

The both of you sang together, your voice being softer and quieter than Harry’s.

“What if I'm down?

What if I'm out?

What if I'm someone you won't talk about?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What if I'm down? What if I'm out?

What if you’re someone I can’t live without?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

It was a version nobody had heard before, and it was why everyone was quiet, the only sound coming from you, Harry, and your lone instrument.

It was something you had written together following a rough patch of your relationship, and everyone knew that it was more personal with the way the both of you sang.

When his eyes weren’t closed, Harry sang as he looked at you, and he knew that performing this song meant more to the both of you than anyone could imagine. One look at your face and Harry knew you were reliving the night of when the both of you had written this; eyes a little red from crying, bodies hot, Harry wearing a hoodie of yours while you sat in your underwear with his purple fluffy robe on.

“Can I do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.”

You both sang the bridge together, yours being shorter than Harry’s note as you carried a softer tone, closing your eyes as you played the piano, feeling your throat close up before gulping.

He knew.

It was why the final chorus was sung softer and quieter, Harry’s forehead resting against your temple for a moment as the both of you sang.

“I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.” Harry finished, putting his mic down as he stared at you with a small smile, watching you in your element as you played.

Managing to look at him as you played single soft notes, you sang, “I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.”

You played the end single notes, looking at Harry with tearful eyes and a bashful smile.

It was like you were unaware to the erupted cheer and round of applause, you threw your arms around Harry, feeling his arms wrap around you instantly.

Crying from the overwhelming emotions, you were thankful your mascara was waterproof. You called it.

“I love you,” Harry whispered in your ear, “I love you so much.”

[drabbles-mc]

One of Them Girls

Angel Reyes x Reader

Request by @lakamaa12: I have a request.. if you don't want to do it, no worries (or it's been done by another blog and I missed it).I was wondering if you would consider writing something with Angel based around the song One of Them Girls by Lee Brice?

(Part 2 can be found Here)

Warnings: language, alcohol, Angel being the cutie we know he is

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: To the best of my knowledge, no one else has written an Angel fic for this song yet! If you have and I didn’t see it, my bad! But real talk I’ve been obsessed with this song lately and I wanted to write a fic for it so I’m super glad you sent this my way. Hope you enjoy! xo

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Your roommate had been trying for months to get you to go to one of the MC parties with her. She knew them from working at Vicki’s and she swore that you would have a good time if you just came to the clubhouse with her.

“Just for a couple hours,” she pleaded as she stood in the doorway to your room, “and if you’re really not having a good time, we can leave and I’ll never bother you about it again. Promise.”

You sighed, leaning your head back against your headboard, “Fine. Just so you won’t bother me about it anymore.”

She beamed, “Yes! Oh this is gonna be so fun,” you could practically see the thoughts racing through her head, “Wear those skinny jeans that make your butt look good.”

You groaned, “You’re gonna dress me, too?”

She laughed, “It’s just a friendly suggestion.”

It was a suggestion that you begrudgingly took her up on. She really wasn’t that pushy about what to wear, but she knew that she was able to nudge you out of your comfort zone a little bit sometimes. You’d ended up with a simple, low-cut black tank top, the jeans she had suggested, and a pair of black boots. You weren’t going to risk snapping your ankle in a pair of heels when you didn’t know what you’d be walking into.

Elena may have been persistent, but she was a woman of her word. She stayed by you when you first arrived, knowing the scene was a little overwhelming when you first walk into it. You weren’t quite sure what you had been expecting, but this wasn’t quite what you had pictured in your mind. It was a little tamer, a little less chaotic than your brain had been telling you it would be.

“C’mon,” she tugged you towards the bar, “I’ll get you a beer.”

“Elena, who are all these people?” you asked quietly as you scanned the room.

She started pointing out the members of the MC one by one, telling you their names and a few fun facts about each. Some of the facts were a little more information than you cared to know, but she got you to laugh. Some of the girls you recognized because they’d come over and hang out at your apartment sometimes, and it was nice to know that you knew more than just one person at the party. They said there was power in numbers, right?

“Hey, querida,” a voice piped up from behind the two of you.

Elena turned, a smile instantly spreading across her face as she walked up to the man who had been speaking to her and letting him scoop her up in a hug, “Angel, hey!”

He set her down and his eyes found their way over to you. You felt small under the weight of his gaze but you tried not to let it show. He glanced back to Elena, “You brought a friend?”

She laughed, nodding, “Angel, this is my roommate, and best friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Angel, the biggest pain in the ass in the MC.”

He placed a hand over his chest, an exaggeratedly pained expression on his face, “Right to my heart.”

The three of you laughed and you shook your head slightly, the nerves beginning to dissipate a little bit. You weren’t expecting him to plop down on the stool next to yours, but he did. You looked over to Elena, as if to ask if you should be worried about anything. She flashed you a smile as she sat down on the other side of you, giving your arm a light, reassuring squeeze as she reached for her drink.

“So what questionable decisions led you here tonight?” he asked with a laugh as he took a swig of his beer.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Just throwing Elena a bone. She’s been wanting me to come here with her for a while.”

“Didn’t want to be hanging out with a bunch of degenerates?” there was a playful smirk on his face.

You smiled, “More like I didn’t want to be hanging out with a bunch of people in general,” you laughed, “I’m a bit of a homebody.”

“I’m working on that,” Elena piped in with a smile.

The three of you sat at the bar and talked for a little while. You could tell that Angel was trying to get a read on you, the new girl. You couldn’t be mad because you were doing the same thing to him. He was smooth, flirtatious, but not overbearingly so. That was a game you’d be willing to play for the night while you pacified your friend. If you were going to be forced to socialize, there were worse people to look at while doing it.

Elena must’ve gotten the vibe from you, because she politely excused herself from the conversation, letting you know that she wouldn’t be far if you decided that you wanted to bail and go home. You saw the smirk tugging at her lips as she walked away though, knowing that you were having a much better time there than you’d ever admit.

“So I gotta know,” Angel asked as he idly toyed with the beer bottle in his hands, “how does a homebody like you end up rooming with Miss “Life of the Party” Elena?”

You laughed, trying not to stare at the way his ringed fingers traced and curled around the neck of his beer bottle, “We actually had a few classes together our first year in college,” you shook your head, “Nothing bonds two people together like suffering through statistics classes together.”

He chuckled, “Fuck that.”

“That was exactly how we felt.”

The longer the two of you talked, the more he tested his boundaries. He wasn’t pushy, or inappropriate, but he was definitely trying to figure out what made you tick. You weren’t going to give him that kind of satisfaction so quickly, though. You bantered back and forth with him, and you couldn’t remember the last time a guy had you laughing so hard.

Angel was in the middle of an incredibly cheesy pickup line that he swore has worked for him before when the song coming through the speakers changed. You couldn’t help but to perk up a little bit at the familiar beat and Angel noticed the shift immediately. He watched you for a moment as he tried to feel out the situation.

“Wanna dance?”

You shook your head no with zero hesitation, “No thank you.”

He laughed, “C’mon, why not? Live a little.”

You smiled but didn’t move to get up from your stool, “I’m sure there are plenty of women here tonight that would love to dance with you, Angel.”

He didn’t push the topic any further. You were smiling but he could see the flash of emotion in your eyes and he knew that there was something there that you weren’t ready to tap into yet with him. So, instead, he got you another beer and delved back into his cheesy pickup line story. When you realized that he was going to move past what you just said and not make it awkward, the tension immediately melted out of your body. You gladly took the beer bottle from him as you listened him ramble into another story.

“Yo, Angel,” Coco called from the pool table, “get over here. Bring your friend, we need two more.”

“You play pool?” Angel asked you, curious to your answer.

You shrugged as you hopped off the stool, “I mean I know how to.”

He laughed as he followed you across the clubhouse, “That’s not a super reassuring answer, querida.”

“Man, fuck him. You can be on my team,” Coco said with a laugh, “He and Gilly can fend for themselves.”

There was something reassuring and welcoming about the way that Coco spoke to you—like he had known you for years. He handed you your pool stick, smile still plastered onto his face. This wasn’t how you had originally pictured your night going, but you weren’t upset about it.

About halfway through the game, Angel was pissed that he didn’t try to team up with you. You and Coco were on a hot-streak and he really didn’t expect that from you. He shook his head as you sank another shot, and you had to laugh at the way that Coco was able to effectively gloat with just a simple look thrown Angel’s way.

“I mean I know how to,” Angel mocked you with a laugh as he shook his head, watching you line up to take another shot, “Can’t believe you fuckin’ hustled me.”

You laughed, “I don’t think you can call it hustling if there’s no money involved. You’re just mad because we’re about to whoop your ass.”

He chuckled and glanced over at Coco, “Don’t look so smug, Coco. She’s fuckin’ carrying you right now.”

The game wrapped up quickly with you and Coco both doing so well. Gilly had been more than content to sit back and watch it all happen, reveling in the fact that someone, and someone new at that, was kicking Angel’s ass at pool. Angel was shaking his head as he set his stick aside, still trying to figure out how all of that just happened. For someone who claimed that they didn’t like going out and doing things, you seemed to be full of surprises.

“Since I am a gracious winner,” you said with a laugh as you let Coco put your stick away, “I’ll buy you all a drink.”

Angel went to protest, not wanting you to be buying anything for any of them, but Gilly slapped his chest to stop him. The look on Gilly’s face made it very evident that no matter how cute the girl was, none of them were about to be turning down free drinks. Angel laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

As the night wore on, slowly but surely people began to trickle out of the clubhouse. You hadn’t really talked to Elena since you got wrapped up playing pool with the guys, but the two of you kept an eye on one another. Every now and then she’d shoot you a look, one that asked if you needed to get out, and you would just shake your head. She’d smile, sometimes throw you a wink, before getting wrapped back up into whatever she was doing. You knew that she was just glad to get you out of the house and socializing with people.

You and Angel were sitting next to each other on the couch talking, keeping your conversation low in the midst of music and noise still filling the clubhouse. You were shaking your head at him as he told you about some of the scrapes he’d gotten into with his brother, someone that you knew you’d also love to sit and have a conversation with eventually.

Elena walked up and gave you a nudge, smiling when you turned to her, “Not trying to rush you, but I think a couple of the girls and I are gonna head out. You want me to bring you home before I go with them?”

Truthfully, you didn’t want to leave. But she was your ride, so it wasn’t like you were going to have much of a choice. Just as you were about to speak up and say you’d get ready to leave, Angel interrupted, “I can take you home if you want.”

You glanced back at him, arching one eyebrow, “Oh?”

“Yea,” he shrugged, smiling, “I don’t mind.”

Elena bit at her bottom lip, trying to fight back a smile, “You good with that, Y/N?”

You nodded, “Yea, I think so,” you laughed, “Worst case scenario I have pepper spray in my bag.”

“Jesus,” Angel laughed.

Elena shook her head with a grin as she leaned down to kiss your cheek, “Text me when you’re home. Love you.”

“Love you too. Text when you get to wherever the hell you guys are all going,” you chuckled.

“Will do,” she turned and hugged Angel, “Get her home safe, or I’ll beat your ass.”

He nodded, trying hard not to laugh because he knew that she was serious, “Yes ma’am.”

When she was gone and it was just the two of you again, things felt a little different. You suddenly became very aware of the way that his arm was draped over the back of the couch, his fingers almost brushing against your shoulder. Despite the number of people that were still in the clubhouse, it felt like it was just you two left. Everything else felt farther away.

“Can I ask where you’re from?” he leaned in a little closer to you and took a sip of his beer, “Because I feel like you’re not from around here.”

You smiled, shaking your head, “I’m not. I’m from the East Coast—came out this way for college,” you laughed, “Very cliché, I know.”

“Ah, you’re one of them girls, huh?”

“Who are them girls?” you chuckled.

“Had to get the hell outta dodge?”

You smiled and nodded, not really wanting to get into the details of your decisions, “Something like that.”

“You musta broke a lot of hearts when you left,” there was a smirk tugging at his lips.

You laughed, “Wouldn’t know—haven’t been back to find out.”

Somewhere along the line of your conversation, the two of you had gotten very comfortable. You had your legs pulled up underneath you as you leaned into him, his hand resting lightly on the nape of your neck. Every now and then when you laughed your hand would come to rest on his thigh for a moment or two before you pulled it back to your own body. He wasn’t bold enough to say it but he wished that you’d leave it there.

There was a brief lull in the conversation and you looked around the clubhouse, seeing that the two of you were some of the last people there. You checked your phone, seeing that you had gotten the safety update from your roommate almost an hour before and hadn’t noticed from being so enthralled with Angel.

“You got that look on your face like you gotta get going,” Angel said knowingly.

You sighed, “Yea, unfortunately I still have to go and do life stuff tomorrow,” there was a hint of laughter to your voice.

His thumb traced idly along the exposed skin at the base of your neck, “We can take the bike, if you want.”

You pressed your lips together for a moment, “I’ve never ridden on one before.”

He chuckled as he rose to his feet, helping you to do the same, “Something tells me you’ll be fine.”

The two of you walked out of the clubhouse, Angel’s hand settling on the small of your back. The chilly night air hit your skin and sent a chill through you. Without a second thought, Angel peeled off his sweatshirt that he’d put on and handed it over to you. You started to shake your head no but he wordlessly pushed the hoodie into your hands. You gave in with a smile, pulling it down over your head. It was warm, and you were practically swimming in the fabric, but you didn’t mind.

He let you use his helmet, and you settled behind him after climbing onto the bike. Your hands were lightly resting on his waist and he pulled your arms tighter around him, causing you to press flush up against his back.

“Don’t be shy, querida,” he chuckled, “For your own safety as much as anything else.”

You laughed, thankful that he couldn’t see the sheepish smile on your face as you let your body rest against his. The bike came to life underneath you and you nervously wrapped your arms a little tighter around him, and you could feel him laughing despite the fact that you couldn’t hear him over the noise of the bike.

Slowly you eased into the ride, your nerves subsiding a little bit. Angel must’ve felt the tension dissipating because he picked up the speed a little bit, causing you to laugh and tighten your hold on him. You knew that Angel knew the way to yours and Elena’s apartment, so you knew that he was taking the long way there. As much as you wanted to call him out on it, you didn’t want him to think that you minded. It was a peaceful, freeing feeling to be riding with him.

He rolled to a stop in front of your apartment building. You hopped off the bike, handing him back his helmet. The two of you stood there and you knew that he could feel the same type of tension in the air that you felt. For a night that you really hadn’t been looking forward to, it was the best time that you’d had in a while.

You went to take his sweatshirt off to give back to him but he shook his head at you, “Nah, keep it.”

“You sure?”

He nodded with a smirk on his face, “Yea. Just give it back next time I see you.”

You smiled, “Next time? Who said I’m coming back to the clubhouse?”

He laughed and shook his head, “Damn, you and Elena are both out to keep my ego in check, huh?”

“It’s good for you,” you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the fact that you felt nervous, trying to figure out how to say goodnight.

“But really,” he stepped in a little closer to you, forcing you to tilt your head up slightly to look him in the eye, “I’d really like to be able to see you again.”

You managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds, just long enough to make him nervous. You could see him racing to try and come up with a follow-up statement to get himself out of being rejected, and you let yourself smile as you nodded, “I’d like that.”

He let out an audible sigh of relief, “Had me worried for a second,” he chuckled.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Can’t make it too easy for you.”

He smiled, “Can I have your number? Or do I gotta level up for that?”

You rolled your eyes as you held your hand out, “Give me your phone before I change my mind.”

He chuckled as he dug it out of his pocket and pressed it into the palm of your hand. He watched you intently as you plugged your number in, smiling as you handed it back to him, “This your real number? Or one of those rejection hotlines?”

You smirked, “Guess you’ll have to call me and find out. One time I gave some dude the number that would just play the John Cena theme song over and over again. That was…peak rejection.”

“That’s not exactly reassuring for me, you get that, right?” he laughed.

You smiled and shook your head, “It’s my real number, promise,” you stood up on your tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks for bringing me home.”

He couldn’t hide that he was surprised by the gesture. A huge smile spread across his face as he nodded, “Yea, any time.”

“Get home safe.”

He nodded, “I will,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you crossed your arms over your chest, trapping the heat against your body as you watched him get back on his bike and strap his helmet on. He flashed you another smile and you waved him off.

You let out a small sigh of contentment as you turned around and made your way into your building. The walk up to your apartment seemed much shorter as you replayed the night over in your head. You turned the key in the lock and stepped in, glad to be home but simultaneously wishing that the night wasn’t over yet. You showered and threw your pajamas on, falling into your bed with a happy sigh. After shutting the light off and settling in underneath your blanket, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. You reached over to see who it was, and smiled when you saw a message waiting for you from a new number.

“Home safe. Sweet dreams” after a few seconds a second text came in, “It’s Angel by the way”

You chuckled as you typed out your reply, ‘Thanks for the clarification. Got worried for a second”

“Just tryna be sweet and you can’t let me have it, can you?”

“Nope” you were laughing in the quiet darkness of your room.

“Alright. Sweet nightmares then. Goodnight”

You could picture his face and you couldn’t stop smiling, “Goodnight xo”

You set your phone off to the side again, settling back down underneath your covers. Your body wanted to sleep but your brain was too busy replaying the entire night over again and you couldn’t stop smiling.

[football-and-fanfics]

Red card - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold Prompt: Red card Requested by: @s66x Warnings: some swearing

Trent had never really thought about the consequences of his actions when he quite harshly shoved his opponent back. All during the match he had dealt with fouls and veiled threats aimed at him, and he finally had had enough.

He lashed out at his opponent in a short lapse of concentration and control, and immediately knew he would pay dearly for it. Trent already had received a yellow card earlier in the match, and this surely earned him a second one.

"You don't even see what I had to endure all match long!" Trent raged at the referee as the red card indeed was held up for him. "I'm getting sent off, but at least two of them should be as well!" The referee only gave him a stern look and motioned for Trent to retreat back to the dressing room. "Sure," Trent scoffed angrily, "defend them! Because they're so fucking innocent."

"Leave." The words were spoken calmly to him, as Trent felt someone take him by the elbow and steer him away from the referee. "Don't make this any worse." Trent whipped around, finding himself face to face with Jordan.

"This is unacceptable!" Trent now raged at his captain. The look in Jordan's eyes betrayed that he didn't agree to this red card one bit either, but also that there was no other choice but to accept it. "I know it is," Jordan finally answered, forcing his own calmness, "but he's made the decision to send you off, and there's nothing we can change about that now. Please, go inside." Trent glared at his captain, before yanking his elbow out of Jordan's soft grasp. "Fine," he spat the word.

Trent stormed off the pitch and into the tunnel, kicking a trash can in the process and swearing loudly at everything that moved.

"Hey!" Klopp came after Trent into the players' tunnel. "This is outrageous!" Trent's anger reignited, as he placed another kick to a nearby water bottle. "Fouls, threats, nagging all match long… I've had enough of it! I get sent off and he gets to stay on?! That's not right!" "Stop this," Klopp growled, advancing on Trent. "Stop this, or you'll be in a lot more trouble."

"What?" Trent was caught off guard by the sudden menace in his boss’ voice. "Now it’s 'only' a red card," Klopp continued, "but if you keep going on ranting and kicking things about like this, they might suspend you for multiple matches for misconduct. So, I’m saying this one more time: Stop. This."

Trent sighed heftily, but he knew Klopp was right. The team would be in far more trouble if he got himself suspended for a few matches. "Sorry," Trent apologized, doing his best to get himself to calm down, "I lost control for a bit. It won’t happen again."

Klopp smiled and rested a hand on Trent's shoulder. "I know you don't mean wrong, and I even quite admire your passion for this team." Trent looked up at Klopp, a smile now tugging at the corners of his mouth as well. He knew Klopp meant this, and he appreciated that a lot, even in this moment.

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An idea I have for an AU which I am never going to write but that I like to think about anyway is that Phoebus, Esmeralda, and Quasimodo (and Madellaine, to an extent, but she’s never actually met Frollo), upon finding out that Claude Frollo had a daughter, panic, realize that there is NO WAY Frollo could be a good father, especially to a daughter, pull some strings, and manage to get Claudine off the Isle at the age of ten.

Rapunzel also possibly does this with Ginny Gothel.

Claudine is basically adopted by Phoebus and Esmeralda. Not Quasimodo and Madellaine, because Quasimodo is still getting over his own trauma, and raising Frollo’s daughter as his daughter would be too difficult for him at first. But he loves her as a much younger sister, which she sort of is. She calls all of them by the titles of Uncle or Aunt.

Zephyr is like an older brother to her. 

It took some time for Claudine to believe that these people really meant well for her and weren’t trying to ensnare her soul or whatever it was her father told her just before the guards took her.

Claudine occasionally has nightmares; she has anxiety and the occasional panic attack. That’s what happens when your father raises you to believe that normal society is evil. It took nearly three years for her to stop calling people heathens.

Esmeralda and Phoebus didn’t want to send her to Auradon Prep at first. It’s a boarding school, far from familiar France, and she didn’t need her life to be upheaved once again, surrounded by strangers. But, you know, she’s from the Isle! They called in all sorts of special favors to get her off! Now show that we didn’t make a mistake! Even if it’s better for her emotional health that she remain at home!

Politics, basically. Thanks, Beast.

So Claudine goes to Auradon Prep, albeit some time later than those in her grade, which only makes her stand out more. She doesn’t answer their questions about the Isle. She’s polite when spoken to, but doesn’t go out of her way to be friendly.

Before her first day, her adopted older brother Zephyr (he’s about ten years older than her) basically told her, “If anybody gives you trouble, let me handle it,” to Phoebus’s tacit encouragement and Esmeralda’s fond, worried exasperation. Claudine never takes him up on his offer, but it’s nice to know that it’s there.

She always hides the burn scars on her arms. She keeps her near-fluent knowledge of Latin to herself.

When Ben proposes the VK initiative, Claudine is consulted. She says enough for people to realize that hey, yes, maybe we should get these kids off the Isle! Not everyone has Frollo for a father, but it’s not like the Isle has any form of CPS either. Anastasia Tremaine and Dr. Facilier can only do so much.

Eventually, Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay come to Auradon.

Claudine doesn’t remember Evie, because of Evie and her mother being locked up inside their castle for ten years. She remembers the other, though, especially Carlos. They were friends, of a sort, bonding over their extremely difficult parents (to put it mildly), which I have written a fanfiction about and you can find on Archive of Our Own at https://archiveofourown.org/works/32132275 or here on Tumblr under the tag carlos and claudine, which is also on this post, and apparently I am not embarrassed to recommend my own fanfictions in my posts!

Claudine freaks out during coronation-the dragon fire brings back some bad memories, not to mention the realization that the others were here to steal the wand and free the villains, which almost happens. Afterwards, she finds them in the student lounge and yells at them-the first time she’s raised her voice-and shows them the scars on her arms, everyone seeing the terror she has at being found by her father-but Phoebus, Esmeralda, Quasimodo, Madellaine, and Zephyr are all glad that she finally realizes her father is a bad man, dangerous, and it wouldn’t be good for her if she was with him again.

Carlos points out, “If your father had told you to get the wand when you first came here, would you have?”

“Yes,” Claudine admits. “Except he wouldn’t have, because it is unholy black magic that taints the soul of the user forevermore. But if he had told me to do anything else...” She sighs. “Okay, I understand now.”

[footballerimaginess]

Damage is already done.

Coparenting with (Trent) and going on a family vacation with his family too and he realises his never stopped loving and wants to win you back Word Count: 778  You were going on a family vacation with Trent and the kids. Trent’s family was all going too as he had booked an all exclusive villa to Spain.  “Mummy I’m so excited to go and see daddy” indie squealed as you had finished packing all the bags. “I’m glad you are, now all we need to take is the bags. Your little mini cases for the plane” you smiled at Indie and Carter. “Do we have to go to sleep?” Indie sighed. “Well I would like you too. You’ll be so moody on the plane and I’m not dealing with that your dad can” you laughed. 6am rolled round. The children didn’t sleep as they were far too excited. “I can’t deal with all the loud noises this early in the morning. Please use indoor voices for now please” you mumbled as you rubbed the side of your temples.  The was a car coming to pick you up. Trent had organised everything to the finest inch he could. 

“Right, that is the car that is taking us to the airport” you said as the children both run excitedly to the door. Climbing in the car as you helped the taxi driver to put all of your bags in the car. “Thank you” you smiled as you got into the car, putting the seatbelts on Indie and Carter.  The children were tired now, they were finally quiet for once. Your mind was going other places, this was the first time that you were seeing Trent’s family since your break up. You didn’t take it well, whenever you saw him you struggled to get over the fact the two of you broke up. -

You finally got to the airport, dragging two children along with you who hadn’t slept a wink because they were far too excited. You had suitcases with you as you somehow tried to focus on the two children without losing either of them.  “Hello” you walked up to Trent’s family who were standing there as you walked past. The two children ran up excitedly to them all as they greeted Indie and Carter.  “Hello, how are you?” Trent’s mum cuddled you. “Yeah I am good thank you. How are you?” you asked her as you let go from the hug. “Good thank you. It feels like I haven’t seen you in so long. I hope you are okay” you nodded. “Yeah I am okay, thank you” you smiled at her.  - You headed to get the plane once you had boarded. Trent was meeting everyone out there at the villa instead of getting the plane with you all.  Having two small children on a plane was stressful enough, but luckily his parent’s were really good with the both of them.  The flight wasn’t as maniac as you were expecting it to be, Indie and Carter were loving their time with their Nan and Grandad. They were snuggled up to them for majority of the flight and were giggling the whole time which was so lovely to see.  - Now you landed in Spain, Trent had put a car on for you all to take you to the villa. “Wow look how pretty it looks here” you placed Indie down as she ran straight in.  “Dadddyyyy” Indie shouted as Trent bent down with his arms stretched for her to run straight into them. “Hello baby, are you excited to be here. Look we have a pool?” Trent pointed. “Ahh can we go in it?” Indie asked as Carter came running in to see his Dad. “Yes later we can” he smiled as he stood up and put Indie on his hip.  - You put your bikini on and headed down to the pool. “You doing that on purpose?” you stopped in your tracks. “Huh?” you looked at him confused. “You in that bikini. You look amazing” Trent smiled “Thanks, but I am hot. I am not covering up” you stated.  Trent nodded as he watched you walk away. Sighing loudly in the process. He headed up the pool and headed to go and see you. “Hey” Trent smiled as he sat on the edge of the pool as you were relaxing in the pool. “Hi” you smiled. “I am sorry” Trent mumbled. “Why? You just realised how wrong you were” you moaned at him as you turned to face him. “Yes I did. I saw you today and everything came flooding back. I miss you. I love you so much still. I know I hurt you so much, the damage is going to take time to recover I know that. But I want you back” Trent mumbled.  Anyone for part 2? TAGLIST: @footballffbarbiex @evie-pr @trentski26 @footballdaydream @footballxixstars @meteora-fc @sanchos-dream @penguintransporter @football-and-fanfics @mrsmctominay @wheelergrealish if you wish to be tagged, please let me know.