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As the Seasons Pass Ch. 1 "Mid-July" ☆ A sapphic fiction story

Synopsis: Genie has been struggling with a homoerotic friendship. She meets a girl named Valerie through this friend. Tonight is the first time she's hanging out with Valerie one-on-one. Platonically of course. This story is gonna be a very slow burn, so this chapter surrounds the first stage of building the dynamic that Genie and Valerie will have. This is part one, but there is a background chapter that surrounds the homoerotic relationship Genie has. If you'd like to check that out, it's linked in my pinned post.

Contains: Nervous Genie. Car ride. General sapphic nervousness and awkwardness. Concert. Slice of life. Indirect kisses:p

Warnings: Although there isn't smut in this chapter, this story as a whole is not for minors. If you're not 18+ you are not welcome here, I mean this in the nicest way.

Word count: 1.6K

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I wake up to another instagram notification, a DM from Valerie.

@/Valthehuman: Wait would you want to hang out? Like before the next group hangout? There's a show tomorrow night at that bar you were asking about, if ur free/interested in going. I have an extra ticket too?

@/Geniesirius: Yeah omg, that sounds so fun, just let me know what time! :)

There's a bubbly, fluttery feeling rising in my chest that actually makes me excited to get out of bed. I head out to the kitchen and make breakfast.

My phone lights up and I pick up my phone with a record amount of speed. It's not Val. It's one of the scam texts about the election. I roll my eyes and put my phone down.

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I'm in the middle of drawing a cute little neurographic-style page when my phone lights up again. This time it's her.

@/Valthehuman: Awesome! It starts at 7:30, do u wanna meet there or I can pick you up? It’s kind of a hard place to find unless you know what you’re looking for.

@/Geniesirius: Yeah that would be so nice actually, i hate driving into downtown :)) I'll send my address over in a sec!

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I'm really anxious getting ready. Val's so cool and effortless. I've gone through three different outfits, I probably should have asked about the vibe.

I grip my phone and start scouring Val's page in an attempt to find the band that's playing tonight. I click on her tagged photos and scroll a bit, revealing a picture of a crowd with Val front line and center. Her eyes were wide and she had the biggest smile I've ever seen on anyone's face.

The caption reads: "So lucky to have had some of my closest friends at my first show." Posted by @/jennadummy.

After going through her feed, I see she's the drummer of this band. I watch a few of the reels and it seems to be a pretty eclectic alternative band. This is good. Everyone at the shows dress pretty casual and the crowds run pretty small.

I settle on some black cargo pants and a lavender babytee. I accessorize with some silver jewelry and spritz some peach perfume on my neck and wrists. She's picking me up in an hour and I feel a ball of anxiety building in the pit of my stomach.

I keep telling myself it's not a big deal, because it's not. I'm just hanging out with a new person and making a friend. It's not like im going on a tinder date with a stranger or something. It's literally not even a thing it's just a stupid little hangout in a public place. Oh and a forty-five minute drive with someone that's had maybe six minutes of screentime in my life so far. Fuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck fuck what are we even gonna talk about for forty-five minutes?

I pick my phone up again and start stalking her socials again, I have to find at least one thing I can resort to if things feel too quiet and weird. She has the link to her spotify in her bio, truly a godsend. She only has one playlist titled 'everything' and it's over two thousand hours long. I scroll through and see we have a ton of bands and artists in common, I click through and sample the songs and artists I don't know. All niche, obscure bands that have under a thousand monthly listeners.

In the middle of my venture, a random number texts me.

234-555-6789: Hey it's Valerie, I was wondering if you wanted to pick up some food or snacks or something to eat on the way? If so, I'll probably be on my way now, if that's okay?

I forgot we exchanged numbers earlier, my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw it was her. The stress I'm feeling is borderline ridiculous, but no matter how hard I try to overcome it, I can't help but turn into a puddle of nerves before I hang out with literally anyone, even (correction: especially) Sabrina.

Me: Yeah, that sounds awesome actually. I'm ready to go too so just lmk when ur on the way:))

She leaves a heart on the message and lets me know she'll be here in ten minutes.

It feels like a mass of knots are winding and tightening in the pit of my stomach. My hands are shaky and my breath is shorter than it usually is when I get nervous before going out.

I head outside two minutes before her ETA so she won't have to wait on me. She pulls up and her car is insane. It looks brand new, and it's a dark blue color.

I walk around to the passenger and open the door.

"Heeeeey, You look good." The smile on her face is major and she reaches over for me and pulls me into a tight hug.

"Hey, thanks for inviting me, it's good to see you again. You look really good too." I find that last part couldn't help but come out fast paced and slightly jumbled. She's wearing an olive green oversized button up, which is of course, unbuttoned. Underneath is a white tank top and her pants are dark and baggy. Her hair is shaggy and reflects the light, complimenting its natural black color with an orange and yellow shine. Her eyes are decorated with smudged black eyeliner, and her lip tint is a neutral brown color. If her appearance could be summed up in one word, it would be 'androgynous.'

She drives with one hand and sings under her breath so softly you'd never know she was doing it unless you paid attention. Which I'm totally not, by the way.

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"My passenger door is kinda fucked up right now, so I gotta open it from outside."

She turns the wheel so smoothly, and she purses her lips as she parks. When she stops the car she develops a wide smile.

"Parked right on the first try swag"

I feel my face scrunch as I laugh through my nose. "should we call bella hadid?"

Mutual laughter erupts and she opens the driver door and steps out of the car. She speed walks over to my side and pulls the handle with a slight urgency. She walks a little quicker than me, opening the door to the gas station before I can reach it. As I walk past her, I am greeted with a lightly cologned smell. It's very woody with some light notes of vanilla.

"Thanks. You're so chivalrous."

"You gotta be while courting."

I turn my head towards her and we make eye contact. She starts shaking her head quickly. Her eyebrows lifted, her eyes squinted, Her lips upturned and pushed together awkwardly.

"I'm.. kidding.." She says semi-convincingly. For some reason a slight sense of grief stirs in my chest. Random.

"I wouldn't be mad if you were."

"You're bad at flirting."

"Me? You're...awful. Jesus. What kind of trouble are you trying to get into in the seven eleven, though?"

"Oof i don't know. Perhaps an energy drink and something sweet. How 'bout you?"

"I think I'm gonna opt for the same."

I settled on the cherry limeade celsius and dark chocolate covered pretzels. She got the sour patch kids 'ghost energy' and a bag of jolly ranchers.

"Do you like these?" She gestures to her drink.

"I've never tried it, but sour patch kid flavor is...borderline unhinged."

"Wanna try it?" She cracks the can and hands it over to me. I reciprocate the gesture and we switch cans.

"Wow this is actually really good." She lifts her eyebrows and nods her head in approval.

"This tastes radioactive. I'm getting one every time I go to the gas station now."

We re-swap and she starts back on the road.

"Would you mind handing me a jolly rancher?"

"Yeah, of course. What's your favorite flavor?"

"Blue raspberry! How about you? You can have as many as you want, by the way."

"Cherry for sure. Blue raspberry is up there too, obviously."

I grab one of each and slip hers in between her pointer and middle fingers on the wheel.

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She opens the door for me as we step into the club. The entire place is consumed by red lighting, the walls are covered in art and it's a pretty good turnout.

"You wanna drink!?" She nods her head towards the bar

"Yeah for sure!"

She grabs my hand as we walk through the crowd. Her hand is cold and soft.

"So how do you know the band!?"

"I've known the drummer since second grade! we're still good friends!"

"Do any of your other friends from school come to the shows!?"

"Yeah, our friend group from high school comes to the shows, the ones that still live nearby, at least! They should all be here tonight though!"

"That's pretty cool!"

"What do you want to drink!?"

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She insisted on covering the tab. I got an amaretto sour and she got a lemon drop martini. We walk over to the crowd and she scans the area.

Val leans in close to my ear "They're over here."

She grabs my hand again and leads me to her friend group. She introduces me, and then tells me everyone's name. I repeat it to myself in my head until it sticks. Serena, Polly, Annie, Jolene, Belle, Bridget. Serena, Polly, Annie, Jolene, Belle, Bridget. Okay, got it. I think. The group and I exchange hellos and I catch Belle smile and raise her eyebrows at Valerie. As subtly as possible I look to Val, who blushes and slyly shakes her head.

The band comes out and the crowd 'woos' in encouragement. Jenna starts screaming, which absolutely catches me off guard. The group laughs along with the rest of the audience and the singer steps up to the mic. Val turns to me and whispers in my ear. "She's just like that, it's part of her shtick."

After a short and sweet introduction, the music starts.

I catch a glimpse of Val dancing. I can't help but smile, she looks so happy. Her black eyeliner is a little more smudged than before and her eyes glitter in the red lighting. I think this has crossed the line from a glimpse to a stare as I notice Polly in the background furrow her eyebrows and cross her arms.

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"You came on the right night, that was one of their best sets ever."

She speeds past me as we get closer to the car, opening the door for me.

#lesbian #friends to lovers #slow burn #sapphic fiction #oc story

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elvisabutler · 1 year ago

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a pelvis and some milk walk into a bar

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling x sandy kawelo and any combo of those four you can manage word count: 4720 warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). foursome. double penetration. multiple orgasms. mild overstimulation. clit pinching. nipple play. marking/biting. oral ( female receiving. male receiving, implied future. ). fingering. clit play. bit of dirty talk. everyone kind of is really nebulous with their relationships in this. it's not cheating because everyone is consenting and present alright. author’s note: welcome to day 8 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, foursome with elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling x sandy kawelo. the person who requested this knows who they are and knows that i somehow cranked this out because they deserved it tonight before tomorrow. let me tell y'all this was an obscene amount of fun. i've said it once and i've said it before i do very much like writing threesomes/moresomes and this was no exception. literally when i open up requests again i can almost guarantee you that I'll probably bang it out rather quick. the title isn't quite accurate to the fic itself but no lie it's grown on me so much i couldn't bear to change it.

"Just because I've been staring at her doesn't mean I want to have sex with her, EP. I have— I have Sandy." Jerry attempts to argue against what Elvis has decided to propose in the car on the way to the studio. It's not that he hasn't thought about it, anyone with eyes has thought about having sex with you. But there's certain things you don't do when it comes to you and actively entertaining the idea that they'd ever get to have sex with you? Well that's one of those things you don't do, after all Red and George had thought about it once or twice and George had entertained it just a bit only to have Elvis bite off the DJ's head. No, Jerry knows better than to think you're even something obtainable, besides he was married and he loved his wife.

"And I have her. Milk, I'm offerin' ya a chance that all the boys'd die for and here ya are tellin' me ya ain't gonna take it," Elvis scoffs and steps just a little closer to Jerry. "My boy, if I didn't want ya touchin' her— if she didn't want ya touchin' her. I wouldn't be standin' here askin' and offerin'. Ya really gonna deny my wife her anniversary present?"

In that moment, Jerry feels the world tilt on its axis just a bit. Surely he hadn't heard his best friend of a decade say that he was being offered to his wife as an anniversary present. Jerry wishes he could say that he's entirely surprised, after all, what do you get a woman who's married to Elvis Presley? The man— while a serial womanizer, a fact Jerry still can't believe some days— is arguably what every woman wants in a man and is someone who spoils her rotten. What do you get that sort of woman? Nothing material— no, gifts have to come from the heart for a woman like her. A realization hits Jerry like a ton of bricks and he's certain it's written all over his face the moment it happens. He was the gift. He was supposed to be the gift for you. A flush of desire courses through him as the idea settles fully in his mind. You want him and were obvious enough that Elvis felt the need to ask him this and to offer him up as an option. It's not that he doesn't love Sandy but a chance to have the unattainable is a heady proposition.

"She—you're not just testing me, are you?" Tricking is what Jerry means to say, knowing fully well that it just might be something Elvis is willing to do and yet as he stares at one of— if not his best friend he sees no trace of mocking or jest in them. Only pure unadulterated honesty.

"Jer—" Elvis starts before putting his hand on the other man's shoulder. "I'd joke and tease and test anyone else wit' this. Not you. The missus would kill me if I tried. Both of 'em maybe, cause boy she is capable of whipping your woman into a damn frenzy I don't wanna be on the end of. Bein' completely honest. She— Told her whatever she wanted I'd get. And she came up to me with *that*. I'd be offended if she didn't remind me 'm her husband and that she might like ya and find ya attractive but she's married to me."

There's a few words on the tip of Jerry's tongue about how Elvis can't control his own urges despite being married to you but he stops them, biting the inside of his cheek before he finds the words to speak. "So what— What exactly does she want?"

"Both of us," He answers simply, as if it's a completely normal thing to say. "Didn't press on the exact details, figured we could— uh— figure 'em out when we get to it. Might wanna have us both inside, I dunno. It's her gift, she calls the shots."

The image Elvis is painting, of you taking both of them inside you, their cocks stretching you has his pupils dilating and has his breathing shifting just that little bit earning a grin from Elvis. "You— I gotcha thinkin' 'bout it, Milk, don't I? That's you sayin' yes, ain't it?"

Jerry shakes his head as if that will clear the vision from his mind's eye only to make it worse, his mind conjuring images of your breasts in his hands and of you moaning and whimpering as his thumbs brushed against your nipples and as Elvis and him took turns sucking hickies against your neck and chest. Maybe you'd even be kissing his wife— come to think of it—

"You think she'd mind if I brought Sandy along?" Jerry asks, mildly unsure that she'd go with it and yet wanting the vision in his mind's eye to come to fruition. Nevermind that he'd still have to talk his wife into it and ask her but it never hurts to ask ahead of confirmation.

Elvis's face lights up as he leans closer and laughs. "Wouldn't be the first time she'd've kissed 'nother woman durin' somethin' like this. Don't think she would." Elvis pauses. "So I can tell her she can get her present?"

Jerry can't help the way he sighs, shutting his eyes when he answers. A part of him feels like he might regret this later. But the temptation of you and the realization that he'd be the only person in Elvis's circle who would have actually touched you and felt how you kissed and how your breasts felt in his hand and how your vagina felt gripping his cock forces that regret deep down inside his mind.

"Yeah, you can tell her."

As it turns out, Sandy was okay with going along with this. Something about how she could keep an eye on the two of them and make sure that you were safe. Not that she truly thought either one of them would hurt you but in the heat of the moment she knows Jerry can be passionate and you've borne the marks of Elvis's own passion more times than she cares to count. You are her friend she'd never live with herself if she didn't at least make sure this ended well for everyone involved.

Truthfully, that's why you go to her first and pull her in for a kiss. The two of you had talked about this ahead of time, you wanted your respective husbands inside of you but if she was going to be here, you wanted her to be a willing participant and you wanted her to know that you loved her or at least liked her enough to make sure she was equally as involved. It was your anniversary but Jerry is her husband. She smiles into the kiss, laughing softly when she pulls away.

"I think they're enjoying the show," she comments, wrapping her arms around your neck before turning to Elvis and Jerry. "I didn't agree to this only to have this be a show for you two. Get up."

Elvis stays sitting as Jerry stands up and moves to you without missing a single beat. You can't see him approach but you can hear his soft footsteps against the carpet and the way his breathing hitches just so the more he takes in your only clad in underwear body. Your breasts are pressed against Sandy's own but you feel her move back just a bit at the same time you feel Jerry's warm breath against your neck. His hands hands move to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing against the nipples as he places feather soft kisses against your neck.

"Just wanted to make sure she was comfortable," he defends himself against your ear even though he's talking to Sandy. "Do you feel comfortable?"

A soft whimper leaves your lips as his mouth closes around your earlobe after the word comfortable and you watch as Sandy bites her lip in a mixture of arousal and amusement. "That's a dirty trick, Jerry, you're turning her into putty before she can answer."

"That's the point," Elvis interjects from his spot on the chair. "She wanted this, told her it might be a bit much but— what my girl wants, my girl gets. Ain't that right, darlin'."

You hum in acknowledgement, your toes curling in the carpet as your nipples pebble and your breath comes out shaky. Words finally come to you as you try and move your head to kiss Jerry. "I'm more than comfortable. I— More."

The grip on your breasts tightens and you keen ever so softly even as Sandy tries to swallow it with another kiss. The sensations make it hard to focus on any one thing even as your mind tries to cling to something. What it finally settles on is the rustle of what you think is Elvis getting off the chair and moving toward you. You wait to feel him next to you, wait to have him pull you in for a kiss before you realize that he's not doing that. You can feel the heat of his body against your arm for the briefest of moments before you feel it against your leg. Sandy's moved to the side of you, breaking your kiss only to have her lips replaced with Jerry's finally claiming yours with a nip and an insistent tongue. It's then that you feel the cold bite of Elvis's rings against your overheated thighs and you whine against Jerry's lips, the temperature difference forcing you to wrench your lips away to look down at Elvis on his knees, trying to make your stance just a little wider. His grin when he looks up at you is practically wolfish as he sneaks a glance at your underwear.

"Barely been touched and ya drippin'. Makin' a mess of these panties. Wanna show 'em what they've done to you already?" His voice is practically a coo as his fingers start to play with the edges of your panties as you feel someone's hand— Sandy's maybe— ghost over your hip, sliding them down as best as they can. When they're loose enough Elvis moves his head to your cunt nuzzles through the fabric before taking the fabric in his teeth and yanking them down. Your mouth opens to say something before you feel his fingers slip inside you, curling just so in the way you enjoy. Jerry takes the opportunity to kiss you once again and kiss down your neck and to your shoulder. "He's got to make sure you can take it."

Your eyes roll in the back of your head for a moment as Jerry shifts just enough to press his cock against your now bare ass and to kiss Sandy over your shoulder. After a moment you speak. "Take what?"

An idea of what is in your mind but you don't dare voice the possibility. The thought that they're going to do that to you has your mind whirling and your cunt clenching around Elvis's fingers, earning a hiss from him. "Spoilin' the surprise, Milk."

"Warning her ahead of time, E," he counters, looking down at Elvis who in a fit of childish annoyance sticks his tongue out. Somewhere deep inside your mind you can't help but laugh at the interaction. It's helped by Sandy actually letting out a soft laugh even as she looks at you as if to say men. You try to mirror the look only to have Jerry nip at your neck and Elvis nip at your thigh.

The warring sensations of their teeth has you shutting your eyes and biting on your lip to keep quiet only for you to feel Jerry's hand move down between your legs and feel his thumb brush up against your clit gathering some of your wetness. You want to ask him what he's doing but it's then that you feel his thumb on your lip, pressing against it to try and get you to stop biting your lip. After a moment you open your lips ever so slightly and Jerry allows you to taste yourself on his thumb and starts to pull his hand away only to have you run your tongue along the entire of his thumb, sucking just slightly. You finally let it go with a small pop as you open your eyes. They flit down to Elvis where he's looking up at you with something akin to lust and love all at once. You're his wife and you're showing off just how much of a minx you are to one of his best friends and to your own best friend. Elvis's eyes stay on yours as he starts to tongue at your clit, watching the pleasure start to cross your face. He briefly looks over at Jerry before you manage to stutter out a question.

"Warning me 'bout wha? Wha are you two gonna do?" Since your mind figures it's something nefarious the boys have cooked up versus them and Sandy. Elvis's fingers curl once again as his tongue moves down, licking at your walls like a man starved. His face burrows in between your legs, focusing on his task at hand and ignoring the question, leaving Jerry to answer it. Jerry's hand moves to cup your cheek and pull you in for another kiss as Sandy runs her hands across your waist.

"Elvis thinks you can take us both at the same time. You just need to be prepared. Since we're both large." As if to emphasize the point Jerry's hips grind against your ass once more. "He's got a lot of faith in you and I do too. You want it, don't you? That's what this was about? Getting us together? Having us inside you while my wife plays with your chest? Or kisses you in between us kissing you?"

Against your neck you feel his breathing shift, almost as if the image he's painting is winding him up. One of his hands moves to your hip and tightens only to have Elvis’s grip on your thighs tighten as well. You let out a groan and one of your hands slides down your torso, waiting for one of the three of them to stop it. They don't and your hand finds purchase in Elvis’s hair, your fingers lacing themselves through his locks until you have enough you can grab and yank as his tongue practically fucks you and as his fingers— those calloused digits pinch lightly at your clit. Words fail you as he continues his onslaught and as you feel two sets of eyes watching you slowly come apart from just hit tongue and his fingers alone. Elvis starts to pull away only for you to use your grip on his hair to force his face back into your cunt. He still removes his fingers, earning a whine from you that's quietly shushed away by both Jerry and Sandy's soft whispers against your ear.

"We've got you," they whisper as you feel their fingers— when had any of their hands moved down— against your clit, alternating between his rough ones and her soft ones. It's as if you're being teased with gentle loving and rough fucking all at once and despite your best efforts, you feel your head lolling backwards against Jerry's shoulder, the coil in your lower abdomen reaching such a height of tension that you feel your legs start to shake and try to tighten by Elvis's head. You need relief and no one is giving you just enough to make it happen. A whimper leaves your lips as you pull at Elvis's hair in a way he knows well. That yank always serves as a plea, a simple request that you'd be begging for if your mouth would just work. You can feel tears of want prickling at your eyes before you feel Elvis swat away both Sandy's and Jerry's hand and replaces them with his own, his fingers taking your swollen little nub and rubbing and touching just so before he allows his mouth to cover it and suck.

You reach your peak with a silent scream at the sensation, at the final missing piece finally clicking into place. Despite your best efforts you feel your body start to tremble just a bit as Jerry wraps his arms around you and allows you to lean against him even as his cock twitches against your behind. Sandy's hand reaches to pet his cock between the two of you and you hum in delight. Your chest rises and falls with shaky breaths as Elvis finally pulls away and looks up at you on his knees with his face covered in your cum. No words are said before Jerry nuzzles at your hair and Sandy kisses your neck, her free hand pinching a nipple of yours and your hand doing the same in kind to her.

"E, you're not good at sharing." Jerry says it as a tease, even as your arousal is on his fingers, waiting to be tasted by him or his wife.

Elvis shrugs, and moves to stand up. "So?"

Feeling an argument brewing you reach out to palm Elvis's cock before wrapping your hand around it and murmuring something incoherent before shaking your head to focus. "Don't ruin my present, 'vis. I want this, not just them watchin' us. Please."

Any other time and you might cringe at how your voice sounds as you say please but it has the desired effect in making Elvis sigh and has him giving Sandy the softest of kisses while giving Jerry a look as if to say go on now, get. That look spurs something in Jerry and that arm that had been around your waist, pulling you closer to him moves away. You start to sputter out your displeasure until you realize he's turning you around and taking your hand off of Elvis's cock and putting it on his. The sensation is different, not unwelcome but different and you experimentally move your hand up and down, marveling in how there's already so much precum that your hand practically glides against his cock. His eyes don't leave yours even though he wants to commit the way your hand looks and feels against his cock but there's something in your eyes that forces him to stare at them instead. To take in the wonder and arousal so present in them that he thinks they might be the most important part of everything. If Sandy notices his preoccupation with your eyes she doesn't comment on it and instead busies herself with touching you in all the spots that have your toes curling just so against the carpet.

"Milk. Ya oughta go first. Stretch her some more so she can take it," Elvis pauses and shares a look with Sandy. "Don't have to, darlin' but ya wanna watch him sink into her? Watch her take 'im?"

Sandy allows herself a moment to think, gulping as she does before she shakes her head. "I'm okay not looking. That's— I think the three of you would enjoy that more than me." it's the first time she's expressed some hesitation with this and somehow that penetrates your brain enough that you reach out to grab your best friend's hand and squeeze. She squeezes back after a moment before looking at Jerry and nodding. "Go on, honey, show my best friend what I married."

You see a hint of a smile cross Jerry's face before he looks at you and starts to move everyone closer to a bed. There's a questioning look from everyone before he shrugs. "It'll be more comfortable? I don't want to fuck standing up." As if it's the most obvious thing in the world. It doesn't take but a moment before Jerry is lowering you onto the bed and taking his cock in his hand. It's smaller than Elvis's but not by much and you find your mouth salivating just a hair as he pumps his cock and starts to move closer and closer until the tip his brushing against your already swollen clit. Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you hear Elvis's breathing deepen and hear what sounds like several curse words leave his mouth. Every brush feels as if an electric shock is buzzing through your body from your clit and your hands move to grasp at Jerry, only to be stopped by both Sandy and Elvis. It's cruel, the way they hold your hands away from Jerry but it allows him to shush your anger and your whines. "Just watch what I'm doing."

Focus on how his cock is finally parting your folds and slipping in bit by bit. There's a slight burn but it's gone in a flash when he finally bottoms out, a groan and a grunt leaving him all at once. He doesn't move for a minute, trying to keep himself together and make sure you're alright before you finally whimper out a word. "Move."

Fuck me, you mean, but you figure he understands from the way your cunt clenches around him as you say it. You hear Sandy make a joke about Jerry being good at following directions as you start to feel Jerry's cock sliding out of you, only to have him thrust once more. Your eyes try to focus on the vision of him sliding in and out of you only to have them drift up to his face, watching as it contorts with each thrust.

"Christ, EP, this— she's— what is she doing with— Keep doing that and I'm gonna—" He starts before his eyes flit between the three of you and he starts to pull out only to have you try and move your legs to stop him. "I can't cum inside—"

Elvis stops him with a growl even as he's pumping his own cock, his thumb running across his slit and playing with his foreskin. "She needs to be drippin'. Jus' this once, Jer. We'll figure it out if anythin' happens."

A quick nod from both you and Sandy puts Jerry at ease and has him sinking into your tight heat once more. Sandy's hand moves in between your bodies and rubs at your clit when Jerry's cock doesn't brush against it. You feel your orgasm starting to creep up on you, the second one in less than an hour and you want to cry in a mix of anguish and pleasure and it seems as if it's written all of your face. Words fail you and yet they don't fail the other three even as they pant around your body, and Sandy plays with her own cunt, almost a little lazily. They can't help but tell you a simple phrase that sounds like a demand.

"Let yourself go." Three little words have you arching against Jerry, hips chasing after his cock and cunt clenching around him as you feel him twitch and feel his thrusts slow down as a warmth fills you. His hands move to grip your hip, wide and unyielding as he guides you back down onto the bed and slowly pulls out, ignoring the groan of displeasure at the loss of his cock. His eyes watch his handiwork, marveling at how his cum drips out of you and how your chest heaves from the effort you've already expended. Sandy moves to pull him in for a kiss and your hand, shaky as it is moves to curl your fingers in her cunt and play with her clit a little, determined to allow her that little extra bit of fun.

As Jerry watches you see out of the corner of your eye his cock rising back to attention only for him to slip it back inside you, the pleasurable shocks starting to be almost painful before you glance at Elvis's cock. He shoots you a grin as he maneuvers you partially into Jerry's lap. Any other time and he'd make sure you were facing him but tonight he'll allow you to look at Jerry when you come for a third time. His fingers move to play with your clit, apologizing to Sandy who had moved her fingers to try and continue her own onslaught against you. The familiar calluses have a calming effect on you, allowing your body to relax around Jerry and Elvis watches as your cunt flutters around Jerry's cock for a moment before lining himself up and pushing just the tip in. All four of you let out a groan at nearly the same time, the pressure of just Elvis's tip threatening to rip you apart even if you know it's not. The adjustment takes a minute or two of no movement before he inches in bit by bit, stopping to feel you cunt clench and stopping to watch Jerry play with Sandy's cunt and your chest. When he's finally seated fully inside, he allows you to find a comfortable position between him and Jerry.

"Wanna bounce." You say, trying to say you want to bounce on their cocks, as illogical as that is. You just want the experience of it, want to prove you can do it and Jerry kisses your lips hungrily as he kneads your chest and watches Elvis suck a love bite or five onto your neck. His hands grip your hip and without much warning he moves you in the way you would if you were to bounce on their separate cocks. Elvis lets out a punched out moan and bites at your shoulder.

"Goddammit Milk, got her grippin' me tighter than she ever did. Gonna fuckin' burst in a damn minute." Elvis grunts, as he thrusts into you. His voice lowers and you hear dirty words and phrases that are for only the two of you and you find yourself burrowing your face against Jerry's shoulder in embarrassment. You can hear the squishing and squelching of your cum and Jerry's cum and everyone's precum with every thrust and you whine, wanting more and less all at once. That knot in your stomach, that spring of arousal tightens more and more with every passing thrust and every whispered word of praise and every breathy sigh you hear your best friend make.

"Doin' so good." Elvis whispers against your ear, relishing in the way you shiver. "Gonna cum a third time 'fore we fill ya completely up? Clench 'round us and milk us dry? Know ya can do it, darlin'."

"I can. Wanna do it. I can do it." You pant, words starting to slur and feeling more like gibberish as you go on repeating yourself. "Gonna feel you two for days. Love you so much."

You meaning everyone in the room, but you don't dare say the words, instead allowing that spring to snap as you hear Jerry whisper, "good girl." You come with a scream wrenched from the depths of your soul, that you swear starts a cascade of everyone cumming after you do, with Elvis being the last one to release inside you with grunts of praise and love confessions. Both you and Jerry fall on top of Elvis and Sandy flops next to the three of you as you all try to catch your breath. Your hand moves to play with Jerry's chest hair and Elvis's as Sandy strokes your hair.

After what feels like a lifetime Jerry starts to pull out of you ever so slowly, earning a low hiss from you and Elvis as your cunt is now bereft of his cock filling you. He flops next to Sandy and pulls her in for a kiss filled with love and what you think might be gratitude before setting his head on her chest. Your own head settles onto Elvis's chest, taking in the quiet thump thump thump of his heart that overwhelms your senses so completely that you nearly miss his words.

"You're stayin' here tonight. Might— might need 'nother round. Gotta make sure we're all leavin' happy tonight. 'sides, Milk, think she was droolin' for ya cock, or Sandy's beaver. You both good?"

You wait for one of them to say no and instead you get an answer that has you grinning against Elvis's chest. "Anything for her."

taglist: @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @butlersxbirdy, @precious-little-scoundrel, @eliseinmemphis, @prompted-wordsmith, @missmaywemeetagain, @lookingforrainbows, @araxw, @ellie-24, @austinbutlersgirl67, @heartbrake-hotel, @ccab, @18lkpeters, @slutforsomegoodlettuce, @dkayfixates, @kendralavon7, @chasingwildflowers, @notstefaniepresley, @wanderingelvis, @kxnnxy, @powerofelvis, @amydarcimarie, @justrae9903, @thegettingbyp2, @stylespresleyhearted i know i am missing people but i am unsure whom at this point also apologies if this isn't your cup of tea.

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dragonydreams · 5 months ago

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Cake is a Love Language - BuckTommy, HenRen

Title: Cake is a Love Language Fandom: 9-1-1 Rating: General Audience Pairings/Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinnard, Hen Wilson/Karen Wilson, Denny Wilson, Mara Driskell Additional Tags: Double Date, Cake is Love Summary: Tommy thanks Hen for introducing him to Buck, so Hen invites them over for dinner. Timeline: post 7x06 Word Count: 2,494 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Reamworks, Brad Falchuk Teley-Vision, Ryan Murphy Television, and 20th Television. Betas: Thank you to @medieshanachie for looking this over for me.

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The doorbell rang as Hen and Karen were getting the kids ready for school the Monday after Chimney and Maddie's wedding. Hen was a little harried as she opened the door to see a man standing there wearing a shirt with the logo for her favorite bakery.

"Andy, what are you doing here? I already picked up my order," she said, thinking of the single cupcake in the fridge decorated in the bisexual flag colors she planned on taking in for Buck.

"Hey, Hen. This isn't an order you placed, but something that was ordered to give to you," Andy said, holding out a box and envelope.

"Who's it from?" she asked, accepting the package.

"Can't say, but they knew what you like," Andy said, turning to go.

"Hang on, let me grab my wallet for a tip," Hen said, quickly.

"Already covered," Andy said and waved as he headed back to his car.

Hen closed the door, more curious than ever, as she carried the box and envelope to the kitchen.

"Who was that?" Karen asked.

"Delivery," Hen said. She opened the box after setting it on the table where Denny and Mara were eating cereal. Inside were four cupcakes.

"Cupcakes!" Denny exclaimed. "Can I have one now?"

"No, finish your cereal," Hen said. "We'll have them for dessert tonight."

"Who are they from?" Karen asked, obviously sharing the same thought as her son.

Hen closed the box and put the cupcakes in the refrigerator and then opened the card. Her eyebrows rose as she held the card out for Karen to see.

Thank you for convincing me to fly into a hurricane. - Tommy

Karen laughed as Denny asked what the card said.

"It's from an old co-worker, Tommy," Hen said.

"You think that's about Buck?" Karen asked, quietly.

"Oh, definitely," Hen said. "We should have them over for dinner. Soon."

"Tell Buck to let us know when Tommy's next free night is," Karen said.

"I will," Hen said. She pulled out her phone and scrolled to find Tommy's contact info.

You're welcome. And thank you for the cupcakes. I'm going to ask Buck, too, but Karen and I would like you to come for dinner the next time we all have a night off.

Tommy replied immediately.

We'd love that. I'll have Evan coordinate our schedules.

"Evan, huh," Hen muttered.

"What's that?" Karen asked.

"I texted Tommy to thank him and invite them to dinner and he said Evan would coordinate our schedules," Hen relayed.

"Who's Evan?" Karen asked, confused.

"Buck," Hen said. "That's his real name."

"I don't think I've ever heard anyone call him that," Karen said.

"They don't. He introduced himself that way when he first started but said to call him Buck, so we do. Maddie's the only one who ever calls him Evan anymore, aside from his parents."

"Interesting," Karen mused.

"Very," Hen agreed.

~~*~~

Buck was already upstairs by the time Hen arrived at the station. She quickly changed into her uniform before heading up. She found him sitting at the table, grinning at his phone.

"I suppose this isn't much of a surprise, but I still wanted to give this to you," she said, placing the boxed cupcake in front of Buck. "Welcome to the family."

Buck's face lit up. "Maybe not, but it is very much appreciated." Then his face scrunched up in confusion. "I thought we were already family."

Hen nodded to the decoration on the cupcake. "That family."

"Oh, right," Buck said, blushing. "Um, yeah, thanks."

"I got the flag right, didn't I? I know we haven't talked about it yet. And there's no rush to label yourself," Hen rushed on, suddenly realizing she may have been presumptuous.

"Hen, it's perfect," Buck assured her, taking her hand in his. "It's the right flag. I'm definitely bi. I still love women, but have recently come to realize that I also really like men."

"You know, I always thought you might be, but since you never talked about wanting to date men, I didn't want to make you confront something you weren't ready for," Hen admitted.

"I probably wouldn't have believed you," Buck agreed. "I had no idea that what I was feeling for Tommy was attraction until he kissed me. I just knew I wanted to spend time with him."

"If you were confused, you could have talked to me," Hen said, a little hurt that he hadn't.

"That's just it, I wasn't confused," Buck said. "It was like everything suddenly made sense. Like that thing that I've been searching for so desperately was suddenly right there. I wasn't confused, I was at peace."

"That's beautiful," Hen said. "I'm so happy for you."

"I'm happy, too," Buck said.

"Karen and I want to hear all about how you and Tommy got together over dinner the next time our shifts all give us a free evening. I already told Tommy when I thanked him for the cupcakes."

"He followed through with that?" Buck asked.

"He did. I assume you told him which is my favorite bakery?"

"Yeah. When he told me he wanted to send you something to thank you for introducing us I told him that cake is your love language and gave him the number to call," Buck said.

"That was very thoughtful, thank you," Hen said. "Tommy already said yes to dinner, so once you have his schedule, he said you'd coordinate on his behalf."

"I look forward to that," Buck said.

The bell went off then, so Buck stashed his cupcake in the fridge before they both ran for the engine.

~~*~~

It took about a week for everyone's schedules to align, but soon Buck and Tommy were ringing Hen's doorbell.

Denny was hovering behind her as Hen opened the door. He and Mara had eaten earlier, but he wanted to say hello.

"Come on in," she greeted them. "Tommy, it's so good to see you again."

"Thanks for having us," Tommy said as he followed Buck into the house.

"Hey, Buck," Denny said, coming over to give Buck a hug.

"Hey, Denny, loving the new hair," Buck said. "How'd it get so long so fast?"

"It doesn't feel like it was fast. I just haven't seen you for a while," Denny said.

"I guess we haven't," Buck agreed.

"Who are you?" Denny asked Tommy.

"Denny, this is Tommy, he's Buck's… date?" she said, unsure of what label they might be using. "Tommy, this is my son, Denny. Tommy used to work with me at the 118, before Buck joined us. He’s the one who sent the cupcakes.”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Denny," Tommy said, holding out his hand to shake.

Denny shook it and said, "You, too. Those cupcakes were so good."

Tommy laughed. “I’m glad you liked them.”

Hen looked over to see Mara hovering in the doorway, clutching her blanket. "That's Mara over there. She's a little shy." Raising her voice she asked, "Mara, would you like to come meet some of my friends?"

Mara shook her head and retreated from the room completely.

"We’re going to play video games while you have your dinner," Denny said.

"You're not joining us?" Buck asked.

"Nah, we already ate," Denny said. "I'll see you later."

They all watched him go after Mara. "Mara's our foster daughter. She's had a tough time settling in but she's been opening up to Denny. He's being the best big brother," Hen explained.

"You're very lucky," Tommy said.

"We are," Karen said, joining them. "Sorry, I had to get dinner out of the oven before it burned."

"Tommy, you remember my wife, Karen," Hen said.

"It's a pleasure seeing you again," Tommy said.

"You too," Karen said. "Dinner's ready, so let's move this to the dining room."

Karen looped her arm through Buck's and led him to the table with Hen and Tommy following close behind them.

Once the couples were seated on either side of the table, Buck said, "Ladies, you have outdone yourselves."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Hen teased.

"Except perhaps another dinner invitation," Karen added.

"That's all I'm after," Buck said.

"Is he always such a shameless flirt?" Tommy asked, amused.

"Always," Hen answered at the same time that Buck said, "Hardly ever!"

They all laughed and began to serve themselves.

After they'd all had a few bites, Hen said, "Thank you again for the cupcakes. Although I don't feel like I deserved them. Chimney's the one who brought Buck and Eddie to Harbor, not me."

"Don't worry, I got Howie a nicer wedding present than was necessary in thanks. I'd never hear the end of it if I hadn't. Besides, he may have been the one to physically bring Evan into my life, but he wouldn't have been there if he hadn't anticipated you calling in air support to go after Captain Nash and Sargent Grant. We all know better than to ignore your hunches."

"You know, I had a hunch about you," Hen admitted, leaning back in her chair as she looked at Tommy.

Tommy blinked. "How? I was completely in the closet when I was at the 118."

"After Gerrard left, you stopped talking about girlfriends. If you mentioned dating at all you used gender neutral pronouns."

"I didn't think anyone noticed," Tommy admitted.

"I'm sure most of them didn't, but I'm well familiar with that game," Hen said.

"Anyone in our community would recognize those signs," Karen added.

"I probably wouldn't have, but I also got caught out by trying to keep neutral pronouns," Buck said. "That's how Maddie found out about Tommy. I slipped up. Granted, it was the first conversation I'd had after our first date."

"You also came out to the team pretty quickly," Tommy pointed out.

"And what a way to come out," Karen said. "You've gotta tell me, was that planned?"

Buck and Tommy shared a look and grinned.

"Not exactly," Tommy said.

"I mean, Tommy was always going to be my date for the wedding," Buck added.

"But I hadn't exactly planned on coming straight from a fire covered in soot," Tommy continued.

"And I couldn't resist kissing him when I saw him," Buck said, blushing.

"You didn't tell him his face was covered in your soot?" Hen asked.

Tommy laughed. "Oh, I did."

Buck was grinning. "It saved me the trouble of making some big announcement."

"True that," Hen said. She raised her wine glass. "To nonverbal announcements."

They all clinked glasses.

"So that's how you came out, but how did you get together?" Karen pressed, leaning forward in her seat, eagerly.

"Yeah, so do you remember when Eddie had to stay behind on light duty because he'd sprained his ankle during a basketball game?"

"You mean when you pushed him during a basketball game?" Hen clarified.

"Chim?" Buck asked, guessing that Chimney would have given his partner the play by play.

"Chim," Hen confirmed.

"After I took Eddie to urgent care and then got him settled with pain meds at home I went to talk to Evan. Eddie and I had been hanging out a lot since the rescue and I didn't want Evan to think I was trying to come between their friendship," Tommy said.

"I was kinda jealous," Buck admitted, bashfully. "But not just because Tommy was spending so much time with Eddie, but because Eddie was spending so much time with Tommy."

"I get that," Karen said.

"Luckily, so did Tommy," Buck said. "He understood better than I did because I didn't realize it was because I was attracted to him until he kissed me."

"Damn, Kinard," Hen said. "Way to just go for it."

"I've gotten pretty good at reading signals," Tommy admitted. "And if it didn't go the way I'd hoped, it's not like I can't take a punch."

"Eddie's the hitter, not me," Buck said.

"No, you're the pusher," Hen drawled.

"Ooh, ouch," Buck said, hand to his heart, everyone laughing.

Tommy brought a hand up to rest against the nape of Buck's neck. "Luckily, Evan didn't pull away and he agreed to a date that Saturday."

"Which I totally ruined by being an ass when Eddie and Marisol showed up at the same restaurant," Buck said, leaning into the touch.

"He did not," Karen gasped.

"Oh, he did," Tommy said, taking a sip of wine. "Their appearance sent Evan running for that closet."

"I was caught off guard," Buck said, "and I reacted badly. Very badly. After dinner, Tommy ended the date early and left me at the restaurant."

"Can't say that I blame you," Hen said, earning a slap on the arm from Karen.

"I didn't actually blame him. I understood why he'd behaved the way he had, but also I knew that Evan needed to really think about whether or not he wanted to date me," Tommy said.

"Which I did," Buck rushed to say. "Eddie talked sense into me after I told him that he'd interrupted a date and not just a dinner between friends and he convinced me to call Tommy. We met up for coffee the next day and I invited him to the wedding."

"After buying me truly disgusting coffee," Tommy said.

"I guessed at his coffee order," Buck admitted.

"Why didn't you just order him a black coffee with a handful of creamers and sugars?" Karen asked.

"Because if I'd gotten it right he would have been impressed," Buck said.

"Do you still take it–?"

"Yes," Tommy rushed to say. "I take it the same way, which Evan hasn't figured out yet."

Hen tapped her nose and pointed at Tommy. "Gotcha."

"How many cups of bad coffee have you had to drink by not telling him?" Karen asked.

"Way too many, but I'm not giving in now," Tommy said.

Buck turned hopeful puppy dog eyes on Hen.

"No," she said. "You won't get it out of me. Unlike some people on our team, I can keep a secret."

"So you're going to make Tommy suffer through my guesses rather than allowing me to bring him the perfect cup of coffee?" Buck wheedled.

Hen glanced at Tommy who shook his head. "Yep."

Buck gave an exaggerated pout and Tommy used the hand that was still on Buck's neck to pull him closer until he could kiss the pout away.

Hen saw the way that Buck melted into the kiss. She looked over to Karen who had the same soft look on her face that she knew was on her own.

Hen leaned over to whisper in her wife's ear, "I don't think I've ever seen him so relaxed and happy in a relationship before."

"He really is happy," Karen agreed. "They both are."

"Stop talking about us," Buck teased. "We're right here."

"You were a little busy," Karen pointed out.

"Our ears still work," Buck countered.

"And yes, we are happy," Tommy said.

Lifting her glass again, Hen made another toast. "To happiness."

The End

#911 fic #bucktommy #henren #evan buck buckley #hen wilson #karen wilson #tommy kinard #Fic: Cake is a Love Language

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clatoera · 7 months ago

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For the choose violence ask game - 1, 12, 18, 19, 22, 23

oh bestie you did not come to PLAY with this list okay okay okay I dont even know what i'm about to get myself into but okay!

The character everyone gets wrong and why?

I mean..we all know i have really strong opinions on the baby careers from the 74th, but a lot of that is based on extrapolation. So, instead, I'm going to go with my queen Enobaria. Yes. She has her little shark teeth. Yes she is a D2 victor. But she also is the only one left. Enobaria, we can assume, loses all of her friends either in the games or in the war. Of course people like to see her as crazy and blood thirsty, and yes I truly believe she could have won the Quarter Quell. That being said..when we see her in the end of Mockingjay she is the only Career left. period. And when she votes yes to the games it's like..not this over enthused yes because she loves the hunger games..it's let them know how it feels. Let the Capitol know how it feels to train and die and watch the children you mentor die and the friends you've made die and be abused and it's not about the glory of the games. It's about let everyone know how to feels to be the victor, to be the mentor, to be the person who watches someone they knew even briefly die. I love you Enobaria you will always be famous.

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I have written 200k words on unpopular characters that people should like more so this one doesn't seem like i'll do much difference in answering but I'm going to go with Glimmer. Glimmer is a teenage girl who is immediately represented as a sex object. That is how she is presented; sexy. She's a teenager, literally no older than 18. Yeah we can hate her for whatever reason we want (which we don't really have a reason to) but I think it's important to recognize why she exists within the story and what I think the bigger point of her is and it's to represent how the capitol views them. She is, to me, very clearly a parallel to Cashmere who we know was a full fledged sex trafficking victim by snow. That is VERY Clearly what he fate would have been. She was a child being sold as a sex object so she could possibly survive, baby girl they could NEVER make me hate you!

18. It's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on..

Enobaria, period.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I have absolutely no shame/horror/etc over the fact I like anyone, I quite literally run a blog titled "mother of all careers apologists". We know who I like. We know I like Cato and Clove and Glimmer and Marvel. This is not news. I am not ashamed. It is my entire brand at this point.

22. Your favorite part of canon everyone else ignores?

I actually answered this one yesterday right here, it's the fact Peeta and Katniss come out of the arena with physical impairments and that Peeta is an amputee and that largely influences his story in Catching Fire in the arena!

23. Ship you've unwillingly come around to?

Again...I don't really think I came around to anything unwillingly. I run a Clato blog. I wrote Cashbaria into my stories. I consider myself a pioneer of Glimmer/Marvel shipping territory. If anything I think I make other people come around to ships against their will. Welcome to the fun house of career x career shipping that crosses district lines and weasels into everyone's hearts.

Thank you friend!!!

#answered asks #controversial opinions #A careers defense account #thats what i am these days #thank you friend

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invisibleraven · 2 years ago

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'' can i hug you? '' for Julie/anyone

Alex was pacing again when Julie entered the garage. He was often prone to pacing when his anxiety got bad. Julie preferred doodling, but she got the sentiment. "What's up?" she asked, causing him to about face and halt.

"I got a text from my sister," Alex replied, showing her his phone. There was a message from Olivia, asking if he would consent to being Patrick's godfather.

"And this is a bad thing?" Julie asked.

"It's moreso symbolic, my sister knows my views on the church, but she still wants to give me the title, and I'm honoured by it..." Alex starts, then sits on the couch, slumping into his arms, the next words slightly muffled by his hoodie. "But it means seeing my parents again at the baptism."

"I'm surprised they're going after Jade started her transition," Julie remarks.

"I'm sure they're going to be equally awful about that too, yes," Alex snarks. "But Livvie invited nona who loves us all and she must have told Mom, who invited herself. So it's a whole thing."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Julie asked. "For moral support?"

"Yes!" Alex almost shouted. "WIllie's coming too, but mostly to piss them off further, but I'd love it if you came. You really don't mind?"

"Wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it," Julie assured him.

"Can I hug you?" Alex asked.

"You never have to ask," Julie replied, opening up her arms and gave a little squeak when Alex all but scooped her up into a bear hug, inhaling the soft scent of his fabric softener, his citrusy cologne, and held him all the tighter. "You give good hugs."

"Thanks," Alex said as he stepped back. "So do you. I may need another one Sunday."

"Well I'll be there to give them whenever you need," Julie stated.

The church was stifling hot and Julie fanned herself, sending Alex a side eye. "Yeah I know, but trust me, it's loads better than if Reggie had asked you to go to Temple with him-that place is like the Artic."

"He-um-he has asked me to go," Julie said with a faint blush. "When MeeMaw comes to visit."

Alex smirked at that, but held up placating hands when Julie scowled and elbowed him. He would tease them later about their old fashioned courtship but he had to say, they were adorable together, and he was so happy his dearest friends had found love with each other.

"Lexie!" Olivia called, waving from where she was standing, and Alex sucked in a breath, Julie by his side. Willie trailing behind them, making comments about how sweet it would be to skate down the aisle.

"No," Alex stated. "And no ollies over the pews either."

"You're no fun," Willie replied, but his smile never faded, holding tight to Alex.

"I'm tons of fun," Alex retorted. "Just not here."

"Alexander."

The three of them turned, Alex stiffening up at the cool tone, facing his mother. Karen Mercer had a puckered look on her face, and her eyes were an icy blue. "I'm surprised you would dare set foot in here, disgracing the Lord's house with your flagrant displays of sin."

Julie glanced to where Willie was grasping Alex's hand tight and then sent her own stern glare back at the woman while placing a gentle touch to the small of Alex's back.

"Olivia asked me to be here, to be Patrick's godfather. So I am. I don't recall her extending an invitation to you."

"All are welcome here who worship the Lord," the woman said.

"Than you can't say anything about me being here, now can you?" Alex replied. "My faith may be skewed, but it's still present. Now if you'll excuse us."

Alex kept his head held high, not even giving his mother a second look as he led Julie and Willie towards his sister. But sagged in relief once they were sat, fanning himself with a program.

"You did great hot dog," Willie whispered.

Julie squeezed her arm around him, giving him a side hug. "You needed that."

"Thanks, I did." Alex breathed out.

The ceremony was lovely, and Alex beamed with pride when he got to hold Patrick afterwards for pictures, uncaring that his parents were glaring daggers at him the whole time. He had his boyfriend on one side, his dearest friend on the other, and they already had plans to smuggle some treats back to Luke and Reggie for band practice that afternoon.

All in all, in Alex's estimation, a pretty good Sunday..

#filled prompts #ficlet #alex & julie #julie and the phantoms

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pyrepostings · 5 months ago

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Prodigal Son

Free Birds and Fiddlers

cw: referenced past events of the story, including character death and abuse. Polite discussion of Christianity (specifically the story referenced by this chapter's title), mild implied homophobia that gets checked

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Kevin settled himself on the starboard side deck, bringing his knees as close to his chin as he could without losing his balance to the waves, and holding his staff in hand for further aid in not tipping over. He tugged at his hair with his free hand.

The others were port side as far as he knew, likely going below now they were surrounded by water, and would be for some time. While he had agreed to come back to Paradis, he wasn't going to voluntarily be be brought below deck again for anything.

It wasn't long before Julian came around the corner, with two bowls of food in hand. Kevin smirked slightly as the otherwise very dignified man had not quite the sea legs of a sailor, at least Kevin had an excuse for poor balance.

"Do you mind if I join you? I brought lunch."

Kevin nodded, forcing out a "yeah" and re-positioned himself so he could wedge his staff between himself and the wall and took the offered bowl.

Lunch was some kind of cured ham, sauced and seasoned, with bread on the side. They ate in silence, washing it down with a thermos-full of tea. It was an uncomfortable silence, Kevin knowing there was much that still needed to be said, and knowing there was much Julian wanted to say but was afraid of Kevin reacting poorly so soon after the tentative peace was struck.

Kevin figured there were things for him to say too, sooner or later, and so broke it himself.

"I want you to know, Julian, that I'm sorry for hurting you. I shouldn't have. I just... I just didn't know what else to do at the time."

Kevin didn't look at the other man, but he felt him shift to look at him.

"I also want you to know. When we get back, I'll accept whatever punishment you decide for me. Just. Please don't tie me up again. Please." Kevin hid his head in his arms, breathing heavier than he was expecting to at that confession.

Julian was silent for a moment. "I meant what I said, when I told you there wouldn't be a punishment. You have to follow the terms of parole you agreed to, but I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

"I know that's what you said but you couldn't have meant it. I know you were just saying that so I wouldn't hurt you more."

"Kevin, I meant it completely. All you have to do is ask to come back and you would be welcomed back with open arms. And you have asked. And so you will be welcomed back. I don't punish for the sake of punishment."

"But I hurt you. I killed Minstrel."

"And I really wish you hadn't. But- you've been punished enough. You weren't in your right mind. Hurting you more wouldn't bring him back, and you choosing to come back is like reviving you from the dead anyhow. I just want you to feel safe again. Why would I push you away now?"

Kevin stared off at the waves before replying. "Is everyone else going to feel that way?"

"I specifically ordered him not to go after you. Both times, in fact. But it was his choice to defy them. And you had made your intentions clear to him after the first. I won't say you were in the right either, but he knew what you were prepared to do, and he went of his own free will anyway. That is the truth, and that is what I will say to anyone who gives you trouble."

"Are you going to make me swear loyalty to you, commander?"

"Mm, I would like it if you did. But I can hardly force you. Either way you would be under my protection. Besides, you already swore loyalty to Elsa all those years ago. No one could argue you haven't served at least a few good years to us. Earned the right to still wear our crest, if you chose to."

"hm. And technically I swore first to Ezran anyway. I renewed my vows to Elsa."

"Exactly, see? You're one of the old guard."

Kevin did feel relaxed by his words, if only slightly. He seemed sincere. He leaned back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes against the sun.

"But I've been gone for so long. Will anyone actually remember that? Or just the crimes I've done?"

"I'll make sure to remind them if they ever forget."

"Thank you, Julian."

The time and silence stretched between them, gently rocked by the waves until Julian spoke again.

"There's something I wanted to ask you, if it's alright?"

"What is it?"

Julian pulled out a file of papers. "I'm sure you know, but part of the agreement to have you released back to us included giving me a copy of your file. Every conversation you had in custody, every note of your actions and whereabouts, of the trial."

"Alright?"

"Would it be ok with you if I read it?"

Kevin huffed. "As if anything in there is a secret?"

"I know, I just wanted to be clear with you. If you don't want me to read it, or any specific part, I won't. I'll throw the whole file overboard right now if you sincerely ask me to."

Kevin arched an eyebrow. "I don't think you'd actually do that. But if you wish to read it, and would truly follow my wishes, you may. I just want you to know... a lot of that- I'm not proud of what you'll find in there."

"I know. That's why I asked."

A particularly turbulent wave sent Kevin off balance, forcing him to extend a hand, and sending a slight shock of pain from where he instinctively extended and put pressure on his wounded leg. He felt a touch at his shoulder which quickly retreated.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Thanks."

Kevin adjusted slightly, not wishing to fall off balance again but also trying to wrap himself against the cold sea wind as much as possible without the thick woolen cloak he had stubbornly refused. He could feel Julian's eyes on him.

"What?"

"It's just- do you want help?"

Was there an air of smug amusement in that voice?

"No I'm fine."

"You look cold, is all. We can go below deck to get out of the wind-"

"No! No. I'm fine, I don't need to go below deck." Even as he spoke, he could feel the chill setting into his bones in a way he knew he would soon regret not finding a way to ward off the wind.

Julian hummed, clearly not convinced but also having learned his lesson about pressing Kevin about things that weren't an immediate danger to his life. Kevin did notice how Julian let his own cloak open. An invite? It was clearly intentional, from the way he shifted to allow more of the fabric to the side where Kevin sat. He wasn't being slick at all.

Kevin rolled his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"You know, we have these lovely cloaks, handcrafted and specifically designed to protect against the cold which comes with being outside, and not up to much strenuous activity."

Kevin suppressed a smirk, suddenly enjoying the game they were now playing. "I know, I used to wear one. Yours seems to have fallen, right- ah right there."

"Hm, so it has. I barely noticed. That probably means I don't really need it right now. Would you like to borrow it?"

Oh, he thinks he's so cool. Unfortunately Kevin had already decided he wasn't going to wear one of those anymore. "I don't need the whole thing, just a corner, I think." He slid a bit closer to Julian, letting their shoulders touch. "If that's ok."

Julian nodded. "I didn't think you'd want to be this close to me."

"Don't get me wrong. We're not there yet. But- I do miss you. I miss what we used to have. And I am cold."

"Mhm. Alright." Julian threw the side of the cloak over Kevin's opposite shoulder as he snuggled in, pressing his entire side of his body up to Julian's, and tucked a few fingers under his flight harness for security against the rolling waves. He felt Julian shift in a way that seemed to be checking to make sure Kevin wasn't snatching anything off of said harness, but then relaxed back into him.

He was warm. And the way Julian stroked his hair, like he used to, sent a different kind of shiver down his spine.

It was comfortable. Sans the hard wooden floor, and the rocking of the boat, and the gulls cawing-

Kevin pressed his face into Julian's shoulder and neck, just above the collarbone. Why did he ever leave? He could have had this the whole time.

With Julian's hand in his hair, and his own fingers entwined in the other man's harness, mooring him in place, he let himself drift off.

Julian couldn't be 100% sure Kevin wasn't trying to play him, but if he really did still hate him for what happened, he never had to agree to come back.

Kevin had a long way to go. It was true many of his old comrades turned against him when he had initially lashed out, and most of the rest when news was brought that Minstrel was dead by his hands. And that wasn't to speak of Kevin's personal journey in his own head. Julian knew by now what false peace looks like, how quickly a riptide can pull one under.

But he was hanging on, now. He would have more people than just Julian looking out for him specifically, a whole net this time. People that Kevin helped many years ago. People who were hurt in very similar ways, and maybe that would help more than Julian ever could have done the first try.

For now he smiled at the barely audible snores that started from Kevin. He opened the file still on his lap.

Eventually, Quinn came around the corner.

"Oh, sorry, I don't mean to intrude. I just wanted some air."

"It's fine. I was just doing some reading." Julian was suddenly very aware of his hand still in Kevin's hair at his shoulder. Aware because Quinn made no secret with the way he looked at him that was what he was referring to.

"He was cold."

"It's warmer, and dryer, inside you know."

"And stuffier, so you've mentioned."

"Eh, true." Quinn leaned against the guardrail. "I guess I just didn't realize, how involved you two were."

Julian quirked an eyebrow. "And what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing! Just that you didn't let on. You've been awfully reserved with that information, before last night I never would have suspected-"

"Allow me to interject, officer. Neither you, nor your crown, is entitled to know every last detail of our relationship. I will state plainly that I plan to uphold the deal I made with your government for his relative freedom, and any involvement with him will not hinder that.

"In addition, while you are coming along to keep his parole, the laws of Paradis are slightly different to those of your home. Not everything outlawed there is outlawed here. Not everything you know to be a sin is considered as such here."

His tone was hard, but diplomatic.

"Right, right, I'm sorry. Commander, I didn't mean it like that."

"Mhm, of course."

Kevin stirred beside him but made no indication he heard anything. Julian rubbed his head softly to coax him back to sleep.

"I guess I just didn't realize until now why you intervened for him."

"I didn't pull him out of a life of incarceration because I'm romantically involved with him, if that's the point you're trying to make."

"So why did you? You broke the policy of isolationism to fight the courts for extradition. For one man."

Julian watched Kevin's face as he rubbed his thumb gently along his scalp. "I've never been Christian, but a long time ago, he taught me some of the stories from the bible. I imagine you're Anglican?"

"Yes, why?"

"Do the stories change much between denominations?"

"Depends. Exact wordings change depending on the exact translation, but the overall stories and messages should stay the same between, say, the king James version and the catholic one."

"Then you should know the one about the son who goes off into the world, squandering all of his father's money. When the famine comes and the son has nowhere to go lest he starve and perish to the elements, he returns home, groveling to his father's feet, not believing he would ever be worthy of forgiveness.

"Instead, he is immediately forgiven. A feast is held in his honor. The father is just glad his son came home.

"Are there truly no obvious parallels here? He asked for help, to return to my side, so of course I would fight for him."

"Well I suppose, when you put it like that."

And at Julian's side, Kevin curled almost imperceptibly closer.

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#free birds and fiddlers #Skipping ahead from the medwhump may drabbles #I wrote this not realizing how long it would actually take to sail from Britain to Madagascar even with modern ships don't worry about it #I'll go back an make it logistically possible for it to be a short trip or I'll make peace with it being longer #Or I'll invent a new island #just because fans have agreed Paradis is Madagascar doesn't mean it's canon #Actually I don't think the length of the trip matters so much here but it might later when referring to it #We'll land that ship when we get there #I'm not all that happy with this chapter I don't feel like I captured the vibe in my head properly #I'm considering changing the entire direction to be more about his stubbornness to go below deck and the ptsd that's prompting it #Maybe that can be accomplished with a scene following this one idk #The main points I want are there I guess so whatever #Whump story

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Oops i also missed the ask post!

Gonna ask 36 cuz i need advice for myself lol

And 2, 31, 32 cuz im curious about your anwsers

That's okay, super funky that you send one, always welcome :D, thank uu! <3

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?

Oeh, I one made a helpful guide about titling fics, because I used to give more writing advice. I think the most important thing is knowing what your main thing is in the fic, like is it about a certain thing happening or an interaction between two or more characters, and then making it a little more abstract, so narrowing it down to like a few words, before getting more poetic with it. A pyramid approach so to speak xp

As for which one I'm the most proud of? Oef, I don't know, I think Stitching Up a Mask, but that could be recency bias. I also love Home of the sky take me to the home of my youth.

2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

That's a though one, I mean, I guess more darker fics. I love angst, but I'm not good at keeping it angst, so it turns out a little more h/c whenever I try. Plus, certain topics are just outside of my experience and I'll feel weird about writing those. But overall, I usually give whatever I want a try, the only thing stopping me is hours in the day lmao

31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?

Definitely I Found Myself a Cheerleader, because I kind of fell out of the fandom for a bit, I really only had two more chapters to write, but I just stopped feeling it. I'm the kinda person who won't post until it is finished, so I had poured all that work in only for it to never see the light of day, so that really sucked. The only thing that got me through that one was rereading comments on my other Stranger Things fics, so much appreciated to everyone in my comments <3

32. Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing?

Gosh, probably. Not deliberately, but certain things just come back over and over, because the themes fit or I like them. When you start looking my crying descriptions probably all look very similar haha

(if anyone noticed anything, do tell, I am curious)

#rr ask #thank uu so much for this ask #i love answering #i hope you have more luck with giving your fics titles!#titles can fucking suck. i know

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nekoannie-chan · 9 months ago

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Competition?

Title: Competition?

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X STRIKE member!Reader.

Word count: 426 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Brock wanna have your attention.

Major Tags: Friends to lovers, kisses, little spicy, insinuation.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @multifandom-flash, Valentine’s day card & square 2:

"Stupid sexy friend.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

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You had a fixed gaze; you didn't even blink to stop looking at your ”target." Being on the Strike team was strange, or at least that's how you felt. They didn't even treat you badly, but there was something strange, not to mention that it seemed that Brock wanted to provoke you. You weren't sure if it was a simple coincidence, but whenever you showed up at practice, he was without a shirt.

You had at least ten years of knowing him and being friends, but lately, it seemed that he was behaving a little strangely. No, rather, everything was different since Rogers had appeared; it was as if Brock was trying to compete against Steve.

“Could you stop acting like an idiot?" You told him a few days after a training session while they were storing what they had used in the warehouse.

“What?”

“Stop competing against Rogers; you're better than that, Brock," you replied.

“Compete? Do you think he can beat me?" He questioned you, standing in front of you while taking a quick glance at the door to check that it was closed.

"Training without a T-shirt..."

“Does it make you nervous?" Brock approached you as he noticed you were starting to get restless.

“No, we've known each other for a long time."

Brock came closer and kissed you.

“I didn't want Rogers to have your attention," he said, kissing you again.

The temperature was rising, and you knew what would happen.

“Wait, not here; I don't want them to see us." You pulled away a little.

“I don't care if we get caught," Brock said, pulling you to him.

“Do you want anyone else to see me?” you challenged him.

“I'll wait for you ten minutes before six in your office, and we'll go to my place, then we'll finish this," he said, kissing you one last time.

You needed to stop feeling the heat on your face, and you could leave. As soon as Brock opened the door, he came face-to-face with Steve.

“Is something wrong?" Steve asked.

"Nothing; we were just setting things up."

“The team always leaves a mess, Cap," you interjected before Steve asked any more questions.

Steve nodded, peeked into the cellar, and saw that what they had said was true.

“We have a meeting in fifteen minutes. Fury wants to see the whole team," Steve said before leaving.

“We'll be there," Brock assured him.

“He almost spotted us," you mumbled.

“I'd pay to see his face if he had.

“You're an idiot, Brock."

“That's how you knew me."

#multifandom flash #brock rumlow x reader

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bellevuesanitarium · 2 years ago

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Art by @spinda-draws

Rules

I refuse to interact with anyone under the age of 18.

I'm very flakey and will respond slowly. Sorry about that. :(

This blog is dark-themed. Some heavy topics may occur such as violence, mentions of abuse/trauma, drugs, alcohol and the likes. If this isn't your cup of tea then this isn't the blog for you.

I welcome asks from anyone, even if we're not mutuals.

Don't be shy about shooting me a message if you're interested in RPing. I promise, I don't bite. And ignore the suspicious shovel I'm holding behind my back.

This is a multimuse blog. I know that can be intimidating and overwhelming for some (speaking from experience). So if you have any questions about the characters or the Bellevue universe, shoot me a message. I'll be happy to give you the rundown.

This is a side blog. If I follow you back it will be by @dapperdisgrace

Muse List and the Bellevue Universe

Dr. Fable

Plague doctor, physician, beloved in Bellevue Sanitarium by test sub- We mean, patients. Francis Fable Crowell is patient, calm, polite and always happy to see his patients. He not only works with plague cases, but he also specializes in hypnotism to calm the stressed out mind. Whatever plagues both in body and in mind, he will help find a cure. He also makes remedies and potions to help those who are ill. If he adds rainbow sprinkles to your medicine, please just listen to the good doctor and go along with it.

Dr. Sable

Plague doctor, surgeon, Fable’s twin sister. Penelope Sable Crowell is a little more aggressive when it comes to treatment, not as patient as her twin brother, but she’s amazing in her line of work, which is body modification. It ranges from flesh to mechanical body parts. If you want a heart transplant, she can do that. Missing an arm? Here’s a new one! Though, it might end up having scales, or be a tentacle. In that case, don’t be surprised, frightened, disappointed or all of the above when you wake up and your arm is more flexible than the rest of your body and you’re producing steam from your ears.

Judge Jeeves

Jeeves, like in his title, is a judge - a judge for the newly departed. He takes the form of a skeleton with two white glowing orbs in his sockets, giving the impression they're his eyes. Dressed like a traditional judge, he wears a black robe and a powered wig, the wig being tied back with a blue ribbon. He's professional and does his work as thoroughly and accurately as he possibly can. His beloved pet and loyal companion, Cherry Blossom, is a orchid mantis the size of a large dog. The only time he ever shows affection is towards her.

Grim & Scythe

The Grim Reaper, also known as the Angel of Death, is not what you'd expect him to be. He is rather short, merely standing at 4 feet, and his temper is just as short as his height. He drinks heavily, but not what humans call alcohol. In the Afterlife, an angel's type of poison is called spirits, which is just another word for alcohol anyway. It has the same affect on angels.

His companion Scythe is, well, a scythe. It's sentient and can speak and move freely on its own, but it relies on Grim to do his job and reap souls of the newly departed. Since Grim is always getting drunk, Scythe has to scold him on a regular basis and push him to take his job more seriously. The two bicker a lot, but don't let that fool you. They're inseparable.

Doctor

A former plague doctor, he still holds the name to hide his identity. After the death of his ill-fallen mother, and after years of studying healing, he found a new fascination with not only alchemy, but the arts of dark magic. He started using his own patients as test subjects to discover things no one has explored before. After retiring his physician position, he continued his research and his obsessiveness lead him to modifying his own body using a mixture of alchemy and dark magicks, so he can prolong his life to discover more hidden secrets of the universe. Inventing artificial immortality lead to some dire consequences, like garnering the attention of the gods. Dr. Fable and Dr. Sable, the gods' pawns and children, were sent out to hunt down Doctor and bring him back to Bellevue Sanitarium in the Afterlife to study his modified body.

Knock Knock

A patient in Bellevue Sanitarium, also known as S-011, is an anomaly that crawled out of the Void. The twins have not been able to figure out how exactly he came to be, but Subject 11 takes a human-like form made completely out of a dark matter. He looks exactly how humans would describe seeing a shadow person at the corner of their eye. However, Subject 11 has donned a blank, white mask to give himself a more unique look, or - in Dr. Fable's notes - it is said that it's how he can make himself more recognizable to creatures that "live in the light".

He's extremely flexible and is considered an acrobat. His stealth is as deadly as his bloodlust. His movements are so silent that it's as if he's not part of this world. Other patients with a keen sense of smell claimed that Subject 11 has no smell on him. He is mute, but understands English and other languages quite well. When asked for his name, he simply responds by knocking twice on a surface. Hence, he's been coined as Knock Knock.

#i will post more about the universe #just wanted to repost this and get this out there

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bi-bard · 2 years ago

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Bright - Hannibal Lecter Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Bright

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter X Reader

Word Count: 1,190 words

Warning(s): none (I don't think)

Summary: (Season 1) Will meets someone that is a major part of Dr. Lecter's life. He just doesn't understand how the two of them ended up so close.

Author's Note: I was listening to Amélie and my hand slipped.

Oh... and this is an excuse to work on writing in third person.

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Anyone who saw Hannibal and (Y/n) interact together would be incredibly confused.

Hannibal was... well... Hannibal. Calculated, serious, focused on every single detail. He had small moments of humor, but they were overshadowed by his intelligence and his commitment to his work. He was what many would expect.

However, (Y/n)... was not that. They were far less serious. Their excitement showed whenever they smiled. They insisted on seeing the best in everyone around. They were also a bit clumsy, but that was only a problem if Hannibal was cooking and (Y/n) tripped at a particularly bad time.

Despite being quite different, the two of them were as close to best friends as they could be.

Hannibal tried to keep (Y/n) out of his professional work life. Someone as kind and trusting didn't need to be exposed to the behavior of some of his clients.

He never thought to introduce them to anyone on the F.B.I team until Will saw a photo tucked away in a corner.

"Who's this," he had asked during his session. Hannibal grinned at the photo.

(Y/n) had insisted on taking it. They wanted a copy to put in a scrapbook of friends and family. Hannibal wasn't one for photos, but he couldn't be the one to cause (Y/n)'s joy to dim, even for a moment.

"That's (Y/n)," Hannibal explained. "An old friend."

"It's the only framed photo in your office," Will replied.

"I'm aware," Hannibal nodded. "Why is that important to you?"

"I think it's interesting that the only person you have a photo with that your patients get to see is (Y/n)," Will shrugged, taking a little bit of joy in getting something to poke at the doctor about. "Says more than just 'old friend.'"

"I'm afraid I don't see the relevance to your appointment," Hannibal said.

"We are working together," Will continued. "I deserve to know about the person you see as important enough to show in your office."

"Well, if it's that important to you, why don't you join us for dinner," Hannibal offered. "(Y/n) got a promotion and I offered to help celebrate."

"Sounds like a plan, Dr. Lecter."

--time skip--

"So, who am I meeting," (Y/n) asked, watching Hannibal work on whatever dinner he was preparing.

"His name is Will Graham," Hannibal explained. "He's one of my patients. He works for the F.B.I."

"I thought you didn't want me meeting any of your patients," they furrowed their eyebrows. "Even though most of them are not a threat."

"Will is very different," he said.

"How?"

"Just is."

"That sounds more like me talking than you," (Y/n) smiled.

"Maybe you're having a positive impact," Hannibal grinned back as he started plating the food.

"I can only hope," they replied.

There was a knock on the front door.

"I'll get it," (Y/n) said, almost running out of the kitchen. They stumbled in the doorway. Hannibal couldn't help but cringe a little bit. "I'm fine! Shut up!"

They pulled the front door opened and smiled at Will on the other side. Will forced a grin. (Y/n) immediately noted his avoidance of eye contact and just stepped aside to let him inside.

"It's nice to meet you," they said, not forcing Will to shake their hand.

"You too," Will replied. "Hannibal said you're old friends."

"He was the first person I met when I moved here," (Y/n) explained. "He was stuck with me after that."

"I personally don't think he minds."

(Y/n) smiled at Will's comment. They could only hope so.

As they walked into the dining room, Hannibal was walking out of the kitchen.

"Welcome," Hannibal nodded at Will. "I hope you're both being civil."

"No, they're an absolute monster," Will replied with dry sarcasm. (Y/n) let out a chuckle and rolled their eyes at Hannibal.

He let an amused smile cross his lips before he motioned to the seats, inviting the pair to sit down.

The dinner went well. Or as well as expected.

(Y/n) tried to keep from their normal excited rambling, but there were times when it was unavoidable. Like when Will asked about their recent promotion. Or when Will mentioned the dogs he had taken in.

Will noticed the times the rambling started. He would watch Hannibal's entire face soften as he watched (Y/n) talk. They would talk with their hands a lot, eyes wide, and face almost glowing. Hannibal would stare at each feature.

Will was stunned that (Y/n) didn't notice how Hannibal looked at them. It was truly the most obvious thing.

When Will finally left for the night, (Y/n) forced Hannibal to let them help with cleaning. As they carried dishes from the dining room to the kitchen, Hannibal walked Will to the front door.

"Tell (Y/n) how you feel," Will said.

"Pardon," Hannibal asked.

"You watch them like they're perfect," Will explained. "I watched it all night. Say something."

"I'll see you at our next session, Will," Hannibal dodged Will's comment before closing the door behind him.

When he walked into his kitchen, (Y/n) had already started clearing the dishes. He sighed.

"No," he insisted, taking the plate from (Y/n)'s hand. "This is my job."

"I told you that I was going to help-"

"Tonight is a celebration for you, now stop," he waved them away from that side of the counter. (Y/n) dried their hands before leaning on the countertop.

"Thank you for tonight," they said after a few moments of silence. "It was really nice."

"You deserve it," Hannibal replied.

"You're too good to me."

"I don't believe there's such a thing."

That comment made (Y/n) look down at the countertop, face heating up as they let out a nervous chuckle.

Hannibal glanced up from the plate to look at (Y/n). He paused. He considered what Will had said before he left. Hannibal wasn't usually one for impulsive acts, but some things required exceptions.

He dried his hands and started rounding the corner, "(Y/n)?"

They stood up so they could look at him properly. The bright smile still sat on their face.

"What is it," they asked.

Hannibal stopped a few inches from them, "We're close, correct?"

"Yeah," (Y/n) nodded. "Of course, we are. Why do you ask?"

"I just want to say something without fearing the worst," he explained.

(Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed, and they tilted their head. Hannibal had to remind himself to keep talking.

"I believe that I have fallen in love with you," he said.

There was a pause.

A long pause.

Hannibal was about to excuse (Y/n)'s lack of feelings. Promise that he understood. Say anything to take some pressure and guilt from them.

He didn't get that chance.

(Y/n) reached up and placed their hands on Hannibal's shoulder, pulling him into a kiss.

It was quick. Maybe a matter of seconds. Almost as soon as they had pulled him in, they pushed him back again.

"I've fallen for you too, Hannibal," (Y/n) said. "I did years ago."

Hannibal's smile almost matched theirs. He cupped the sides of their face and kissed them again.

(Y/n) was the brightest part of his life. And the only one that could catch him off-guard.

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What I Write For

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years ago

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I honestly had so much fun working on your request sweetie, so thank you so much for reaching out and I hope you enjoy reading it ❤️

Title : Give us your blessing

Characters : Bakugo/ Shouto x Fem reader (Katsuki's sister)

Genre : Tooth rotting sweetness/ a tiny bit of angst/ Suggestive themes/ One shot

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Being the sister of one of the top heroes in the country, and the girlfriend of an equally powerful one should come with its merits, but it's not always as glamours as it might seem.

Sneaking around, meeting in secret, being formal with the other in public, the constant worry of being found out.. it's exhausting, but he's worth it.

_ "Hey Shouto stop that," you giggle as you try to escape the clutches around your waist, "he'll be here any minute."

_ "Just a bit more, I haven't seen you in days." he groans against your neck, pecking your soft skin and savoring your sweet scent.

It's true, you haven't been able to be with him for almost a week, but that's nothing new, you two have been apart for that long before, more times than you care to count, only resorting to phone calls and video chats to ease your longing for each other.

_ "Why don't you come over later? I'll ask Katsuki to relieve me from tonight's shift," you thread your fingers through his hair and smile as his beaming features come into sight.

_ "I'd love that, we'll have dinner together and stay up late, and maybe.."

_ "And maybe later on you'll get to see me in my new sexy lace lingerie." your voice drops to a whisper as you murmur your words against his parted lips.

_ "Don't do this to me y/n, I'm barely able to control myself."

And just when your lips are finally touching, a loud growl pierces your ears and forces you apart, before the door flies open revealing a grumpy Katsuki.

_ "What are you two doing in my office?" your brother walks in, dragging his legs over to his desk before placing the documents he's been holding.

_ "Hey Bakugo, I've been in the neighborhood and wanted to drop by before going back to the agency." Shouto smiles as he approaches his friend.

_ "Seems like you have a lot of free time on your hands man, leaving everything to your sidekicks while wandering around in the middle of the day." Katsuki's irritated expressions haven't changed– not that either you or Shouto care if they would, both of you know more than anyone else that there is really nothing malicious behind his behavior.

_ "Alright, I'll get back to work, now that you're here." you address your brother before giving his friend– your boyfriend, a polite nod and walk out of the office.

_ "That was so close." you lean against the wall and heave a sigh of relief before returning to your station.

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Later that night

A gentle knock on your front door kindles your heart as you instantly sense who it belonged to.

_ "I'm coming Shouto!" you fly to welcome him and jump in his arms as soon as he comes into view.

_ "Hey beautiful," he holds you close, breathing in your sweet scent before kissing your lips fervently.

His kisses have always taken your breath away, and this time as well, you find yourself lost in the sensation.

His arms hold you tighter, while his tongue invades your welcoming mouth in a dance for dominance.

It's warm, passionate, intense, loving, sensual..

_ "What the fuck!!!"

You two flinch, instantly turning your heads to the source of noise.

You place your palm over your heaving chest and bite down on your lip as your heart tries fighting its way out of your ribcage. Reason?

You are standing face to face with your enraged brother who has just witnessed his little sister and his best friend in the most compromising position possible..

_ "Katsuki, what are you doing here? and how did you get in?" in your frightened state, it has slipped your mind that your brother owns a copy of the key to your apartment– for when he comes to visit, though he rarely ever uses it, "listen, I can explain, we.." you begin but his roaring voice interrupts you immediately.

_ "You shut the fuck up! I'll deal with you later," he then turns his attention to his friend– who pulls you behind himself, shielding you from your furious sibling, "how can you do this bastard? out of every girl on the planet, you had to pursue my sister?!"

_ "Bakugo please calm down it's not what you think," Shouto is trying his hardest to keep you away from your brother's wrath, "I'm serious about her, I'm in love with her."

Your heart skips a beat hearing his confession, and it's not that he hasn't said those words to you before, it's just that no matter how many times he does, the pounding of your heart remains the same.

And suddenly, your mind travels back to the day you shyly asked him out on a date all those months ago, only to harshly snap out of it with your brother's yelling:

_ "This means nothing to me! You should've spoken to me first! Have you not considered the possibility of being seen before sticking your tongue down my sister's throat?"

Truthfully, Shouto has always wanted to get Katsuki's blessing since day one, but your answer has always been the same "I'm not sure if this is a good idea, you know his temper more than anyone else."

And now, he's being blamed for your own mistake.

_ "Leave him alone brother, this one is on me." you step out of your boyfriend's cover, as you finally decide to take a stand.

_ "Y/n don't do this sweetheart, let me take care of it." Shouto turns to face you, cradling your cheeks and whispering his pleas while overlooking Katsuki's sparking fists, but you have already decided to handle your brother on your own this time.

_ "That's okay Shouto, let me speak to him." the reassuring smile you offer him seems to work, as he steps to the side –albeit reluctantly, allowing you to face your outraged sibling.

_ "Listen Katsuki, I want to apologize for hiding something so important from you, but please understand that I only did so because I was scared of your reaction," your boyfriend's soothing palm over your shoulder has given you the bravery to speak freely for once, "I know you're feeling betrayed right now, but that's the last thing either one of us want."

_ "How long has it been?" he sounds calm, but you know better than to take it as a good sign.

_ "Five months, two weeks and four days," Shouto takes a step forward as he answers a question that wasn't even directed at him, "listen to me Bakugo, you're my best friend and you know me better than anyone, I would've never even considered a relationship with y/n if I wasn't truly serious about her."

_ "Serious? what do you mean by that?" they are now only a few steps away from each other, leaving you in the background praying for a miracle.

_ "Well.. we haven't talked about it yet, but I was thinking that maybe one day, when we're both ready, I would ask her hand in marriage.." he smiles shyly, averting his gaze and scratching the back of his head.

_ "What?!" and as if on cue, you and your brother yell in unison.

_ "Do you really mean that?" you slowly approach him, no longer caring about anything else in the world.

_ "I really do," he turns around to face you, holding your hands in his and kissing them tenderly, "I've been in love with you for so long, but I've never had the courage to ask you out since you're my best friend's sister, that's why the day you confessed your feelings to me was the happiest of my life," he stops for a moment to take a deep breath before carrying on, "I know it's probably too early, but when the time comes, I would love to ask you to.."

_ "When the time comes, I promise I'll say yes"

Tears of happiness are resting on your eyelashes, only to be kissed away by the man who provoked them.

_ "Did you fuckers forget I'm still standing here?!"

Truthfully, for a moment you two did, but you are no longer worried about his harmless barking as his expressions are now softer.

_ "I promise I'll do my best to make her happy."

_ "You better do bastard or I'll kill you."

Your heart swells seeing the look of trust they both exchange, before your brother gives you a tight hug and bids you both good night.

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hugheshugs · 2 years ago

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i'm not your dad | t. bordeleau

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summary: when you're in distress and call your dad to come get you, he sends his best friend instead.

contains/tw: dadsbestfriend(dbf)!thomas, dad!brendan, reader has a meltdown, mostly hurt/comfort or angst, one minor suggestive phrase.

pairing: dbf!thomas x reader

timeline: takes place a couple months after they met

word count: 1.4k

note: the title was funny to me :)) you're always welcome to discuss this AU, dbf!thom or dad!bren in my inbox if anyone wants !! also, please send me an ask or comment if you wanna be tagged in anything related to dbf!thom <3

the cold air nipped at the goosebumps on your bare arms as you stood in the dark. you'd finally decided to go out with your friends after weeks of stalling, only to have them leave with a set of boys, which left you all alone.

you didn't know where you were. they were your ride, so you simply followed them without question and ended up where you were. you were freezing, your feet hurt, you were hungry and just one minor inconvenience away from a meltdown.

your teeth sunk into your lip in an attempt to stop it from shaking. you didn't want to accept defeat but you had no other option, so you quickly dialed your dad's phone number.

"you've reached the voicemail box of—"

a frustrated sound left your mouth as you resorted to texting him instead. within a couple minutes, your phone rang.

"dad—"

"y/n, this better be important. i'm at an event," brendan cut you off before you could explain.

that was the minor inconvenience that led you to your meltdown.

you tried holding in the dam of tears, sucking in a sharp breath. you didn't know why you ever thought it would be a good idea to call him in the first place.

"i'm gonna hang up if you don't say anything—"

"i need you," you practically whimpered. "i-i'm stuck here, i don't know where and i don't know how to get home. please come get me."

he paused at the sound of your voice. "god, the things you get yourself into. this is important for hunter, y/n. you know i can't just leave."

"please," you begged. "i don't know where i am. its cold and dark and—"

"okay, okay, just hold on. i'll try to get out of this, give me some time and i'll be there. send me your location, alright?" he cut you off with a sigh, rubbing his forehead.

"mhm, i will. t-thank you dad, i'll see you soon," you replied, relieved and shocked that he agreed.

"see you," he hung up in an instant.

after sending him your location, you took a seat on the dirty curb in front of you, waiting for him to come. the orange street light flickered above you, on the verge of bursting, and an eerie feeling creeped up your spine.

you brought your knees up to your chest and ducked your head down, tears soaking the fabric of your dress. you heard small, frightening sounds as you waited, like the rustling of a bag behind you and footsteps. you wouldn't dare lift your head up for fear of what you'd see.

after nearly thirty minutes, you heard a car pull up. you immediately looked up with a small, fake smile on your face but upon the sight, a feeling of dread and disappointment filled your stomach.

you put your head back in your hands, sobs wracking through your body. you couldn't think straight, you didn't care who heard as the man who wasn't your father walked towards you.

the warmth of thomas' body radiated onto you as he stood by your feet, looking down at you with his arms crossed.

"what's wrong, mon chou?"

he held back a sigh and sorrow flooded through his body when he didn't get an answer from you, only hearing your cries. bending down at his waist, he cradled the back of your head in his hand and forced you to tilt your head up.

you looked heartbroken. your red, wet eyes almost made him angry. all he wanted to do was talk to whoever made you feel this way, but he already knew the culprit.

"you just wanted your dad, didn't you?" he asked softly.

your chest clenched at his words and you tried your hardest to hold back a sob as you nodded. your lip continued to tremble and he brought his hand to your cheek, the reason for your goosebumps now shifting.

"i'm sorry. i know i'm not your dad— god, that would be terrible. i'd never want to— i mean not because of you, you're amazing. i just mean like... you know, because—"

"i-i get it," you cut him off. you would have chuckled if you weren't feeling so miserable.

his eyes flickered around your surroundings before he crouched down to his knees. you sniffled, wiping the endless stream of tears with the back of your hands.

"c'mon, let's get outta here," he grabbed your hand and pulled you up with him. he began walking but you stayed frozen in place, causing him to turn back towards you.

"i don't wanna go home. please— please don't take me home," you shook your head.

you were making this hard for him. "i can't not take you home, y/n. bren'll be waiting for you."

"he won't even be home! he doesn't care, it doesn't even fucking matter!" you wept. "i don't matter."

"yes you do," he snapped back, almost angrily. "let's go, i'll take you somewhere else for now but you have to go back home later."

he spoke so sternly that you couldn't argue. he held the car door for you and waited until you buckled yourself up before heading into his own seat. no one said a word as he started the car and drove back home.

it was warm in his car but you still felt cold. you felt vulnerable and exposed. all you wanted was your dad and now, if he didn't already, thomas knew for sure that you never had him.

the silence wasn't awkward, but it wasn't comfortable either. you felt the need to speak up and say something. perhaps a thank you.

you opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it.

"are you cold—"

"did you see my underwear?" you blurted out, a sniffle following.

his lips parted as his eyes glanced back and forth between you and the road. "i— what?"

"when i was sitting. 'cause.. 'cause i'm wearing a dress and i w-was sitting with my knees up."

"i mean i.. yeah," he confessed, looking away.

"i'm sorry," you apologized barely audibly as your face heated up.

"it's fine. not the way i thought i'd see you like that for the first time but," he stopped himself with a shrug. "cold?"

"huh?" you asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"nothing," he shook his head. "cold?"

for the first time tonight, a real smile danced upon your lips. "i know what you meant."

"i don't know what you're talking about," he kept his eyes on the road.

"sure," you played along while glancing at the tatooed arm on the wheel. his other arm rested by his side, his hand sitting comfortably on the gear.

you pushed away every sinful thought that rushed into your mind. "i'm sorry you had to come get me.. but thank you for coming."

"never apologize to me. i'd rather not have you stranded somewhere you don't recognize and i'm glad he asked me to come get you."

with a nod, you pursed your lips before asking the question that's been on your mind. "you weren't busy, were you?"

"hm?" he asked for clarification.

"like— like when dad called you, or texted, whatever. when he asked you to come get me.. were you doing anything important?"

you noticed something change in his eyes as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he opened his mouth before shutting it and repeated the action two more times before confessing.

he didn't want to tell you what he was doing out of fear that he'd make you feel worse. you were just starting to feel better, he didn't want to take that away from you after your long night. but he also didn't want to lie. his voice got caught in his throat as he wondered how to answer the question. the answer was so straightforward that he couldn't think of any other way to say it.

"i was, um.. i was at the event."

his eyes continued to avoid yours, not wanting to see the way your jaw dropped in the slightest.

"you what?"

"i was at the event," he repeated. "with your dad."

"you were there? so you could leave and he couldn't?" your murmured.

his head finally turned to you. "i'm sorry."

his hand on the gear made a move towards your own, rubbing soft circles on your skin. the action and the way it made you feel was almost enough to make you forget about your dad. almost.

but even though it wasn't enough, your breath still got caught in your throat.

even though it wasn't enough, you still felt warmth in your chest when you looked down to see your hands intertwined.

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imafivestarkpopstan · 2 years ago

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All I ever wanted

Summary : All Raven Black wanted was the support of his father, Sirius Black. But his father always had a different girl in his bed each night, so didn't spare Raven a glance. And Sirius' girlfriends always abused him. All of them. So Raven turned to his Uncle and cousins for support, who welcomed him instantly. Will Sirius realize his mistakes, or will he leave Raven to the Potter Blacks?

Warnings : Mentions of Sex, Depression, Child Abuse, May make you cry.

Type : Series

Pairing : Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley, James Potter x Regulus Black,. Sirius Black x Son!OC, Raven Black x Platonic!Cousin!Reader, Raven Black x Platonic!Cousin!OC's

Title : All I Ever Wanted

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Raven Black was miserable. He could hear his father and a random chick doing 'the thing', as Raven liked to call it. Three years, three months, and 5 days. That was how long Raven had been left to his own devices. Sirius Black was a player. And everyone knew it. Especially his son, Raven Black. He'd gotten worse after Raven's other father, Remus Lupin, was murdered by Lord Voldemort.

He'd had enough. He was leaving. Raven rummaged through his drawers, throwing his clothes and prized possessions into a rucksack, along with his Hogwarts trunk. Then he left. Out the door, down the street, and into the night, it was 3am when he reached the Potter-Black Household. With the new cuts and bruises from Ella Ilienn (No offense to anyone called Ella or anyone surnames Ilienn), he knew he was a sorry sight, but he was too weak to do anything about it.

Y/N PoV

Knock Knock Knock.

I was awake. I had had a nightmare, and was downstairs in the living room. Curious, I opened the door, and gasped.

"Ray, what did they do to you?" I whispered. He smiled weakly, and I gestured him to come inside.

"It's nothing. It just got too much, that's all. S'why I left. Listen, Y/N, any possibility I can stay here? Just until I can get my own place?"

"Raven, you can stay as long as you like. Wait here, I'll do your usual room."

I hurried upstairs to get his room ready and bring out the first aid kit. Rushing back downstairs, I went over to him and opened the kit.

"Ray, I've got to wake Dad and Papa, if you need help, call me." I said. He smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem."

I ran up the stairs again, and to Dash's room.

"Dash! Wakey wakey!" I whisper-yelled. He shot up immediately, then scowled.

"It's three am, Y/N."

"Dash, I need you to wake Dad and Papa. Raven ran away, and is in the living room." Dash got out of bed, going down to his parents room. Y/N went back to her cousin, and helping him patch up.

Just as Y/N was putting the last galve on Raven’s knee, Regulus came down the stars.

"Oh, hi Uncle Reg. "Raven grinned at his Uncle.

"Ray, stay still, it needs to dry. "Y/N ordered, making Raven grumble. Did cate do this? Or was there a new

"There's a new girl. Italian, and her name is Ella Ilienn." Raven sebuks

"I’m glad you're safe, Raven. "Regulus smiled softly, hearing the words come out of his daughter mouth. "Alright. "She clapped her hands together making Raven jump. "Go to bed and I'll see to Uncle Sinus tomorrow."

"There's no need-“ Raven said.

"Oh-there is every need!" Regulus had never seen Y/N so upset. "Your father's girlfriends should not be allowed to abuse you!"

“Y-“

"Oh, shut it, Raven." She scoffed." Goodnight Raven, Papa."

"Wow."Raven mumbled. Regulus let out a quiet laugh.

"Hate to break it to you, Ray, but she's right. "He said. "Sirius needs to know his son's getting abused by his girlfriends."

"Can we de it next week? My dad is busy this week, and I don't want him to be angry at me. Well, more than he already is.”Regulus nodded in understanding

"Alright. Next week. "They trudged up the stairs to bed.

"Oh, Y/N Harry, what're you doing here? Sinus asked in surprise.

"Shouldn't you know, Uncle Sinus?" Y/N asked impatiently.

"No?" It came out more like a question Y/N and Harry rolled their eyes.. "Well, where to start?" Y/N tapped her chin in mock thought. "Tell me, when was the last time you checked in en Raven?"

"I-" Sinus began, but Y/N didn't stop.

"Or cared to ask Wether He Was OKAY WITH YOUR GIRLS?”Harry stood to the corner, knowing his twins temper was like Regulus. Fear bubbled in the pit of his stomach, having experienced the temper many times, from both his sister and father..

"I-“ Sirius started again.

"Il est arrivé à 3 heures du matin ! SAVEZ-VOUS COMBIEN DE NUITS J'AI PASSÉ AVEC LUI À POUDLARD, PARCE QUE LES AMIES DE SON PÈRE L'ONT ABUSÉ ET IL A FAIT DES CAUCHEMARS À CAUSE D'ELLES ? IL EN PLEURE LA NUIT QUAND IL PENSE QUE TOUT LE MONDE DORT!”

“THE ONLY REASON I DON'T BURST INTO HIS ROOM AT NIGH IS TO RESPECT HIS PRIVACY hope you're happy, Sirius Orion Black.” She spat, sweeping out of the house with Harry in her wake.

Regulus, who’d darted on halfway, was ashen faced and looked ready to pass out.

“What did you do?” Dash asked his sister fearfully.

“I gave him a piece of my mind.” Y/N stated in satisfaction.

translation - HOW MANY NIGHTS DID I SPEND WITH HIM AT HOGWARTS, BECAUSE HIS FATHER'S FRIENDS ABUSED HIM AND HE HAD NIGHTMARE BECAUSE OF THEM? HE CRIES AT NIGHT WHEN HE THINKS EVERYONE IS SLEEPING

#wolfstars son #jegulus daughter reader #jegulus #starchaser #jegulus x daughter reader #jegulus raising reader #teen!reader #Dash Potter Black #Y/N Potter Black #Harry Potter Black #sirius black x son\#oc!cosin x platonic!reader

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that-sarcastic-writer · 3 years ago

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Coach (1)

Fandom: Dylan O'Brien

Pairing: AU Dylan x Fem!Reader

Mini series summary: Being a newly single mom of two kids wasn't exactly easy. And love wasn't exactly part of your agenda. So, should you avoid lusting over your son's baseball coach? Absolutely. But with a man like Dylan, could you really resist? Probably not.

Warnings: nothing major yet, small sexual innuendo, mentions of cheating and divorce

WC: 1.9k

A/N: a yes, to those who have been following me for a while may recognize this title, it's my old Dylan AU fic. Yes I decided to continue it. Updates will come periodically, because I write spontaneously and I cant guarantee quick updates. But I do promise I wont wait a whole year to update. And since I did some slight updates in the first 2 parts I decided to archive the old ones and repost them again. So yeah, if you've read them before great, give it another read, my writing is much better now I promise and if you're new welcome, I hope you like this mini series.

(You are here, part 2, part 3)

Dylan stood by the side of the large field, near the home plate, occasionally yelling out suggestions and pointing out mistakes to the young boys.

"Ezra! You have to watch the ball! C'mon! I know you can do better!" He called out to the blonde boy standing on the home plate with a bat in hand. Dylan then turned his attention to the dark haired boy with the baseball mitt and ball in hand.

"Roman! What's going on, buddy? You gotta focus, alright? You gotta work on that throw!" Dylan called out to the young boy, who half nodded and sighed heavily in response.

Not long after, Dylan signaled the young boys scattered throughout the large field to gather around. He spoke some encouraging words to the boys before allowing them to disperse and gather their equipment which meant practice was over.

Your son, however, stayed behind for a minute. There was an inaudible conversation happening between Dylan and your ten year-old, Roman. You watched from the bleachers as your son made some tired gestures at his coach followed by a small pat on the back from Dylan. You couldn't help but follow them with your eyes as they made their way to the bleachers, your eyes lingering a bit too long on the brown haired coach. An action that wasn't taken lightly by the female sitting beside you.

"You're staring at him again." Your best friend, Ezra's mother, Eliza -or just Liz, commented.

"I'm not." You muttered out quickly, tearing your eyes away from the handsome coach, your mouth hanging open for a couple of seconds. "I wasn't staring." You stated matter of factly and shrugged as you looked down at the small six year-old sitting on your lap, making sure she wasn't paying attention to the conversation.

"Really? The drool coming from your mouth says otherwise." Liz playfully ran her finger across your chin, pretending to wipe away at it. You slightly glared at her, an eye roll going her way.

"I'm not drooling. I wasn't even staring." You tried to defend yourself, making a small sassy gesture to her.

"Hey, I don't blame you. If I wasn't married," she took a pause as she eyed Dylan as he removed his baseball hat to run a hand through his messy chocolate locks, you couldn't help but stare as well. "I'd jump on his bones any day."

"Hey, there's young ears present." You said quietly to Liz as not to disturb the young girl in your arms.

Despite your attempt not to, you couldn't help but allow your eyes to fall once again on the field, following the handsome male that was the topic of your conversation. You had to hide the infatuated sigh that left your lips at the sight of your son's coach running around the field, talking to the kids and picking up equipment.

"Well he is handsome, I'll give him that.." You admitted quietly, "and he's really good with the kids."

Your friend smirked slightly at your words and wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"I bet that's not the only thing he's really good at." She eyed you suggestively and slightly nudged at you with her shoulder, "You should find out what other things he's good at."

Your mouth instantly fell open and your eyes widened at the insinuation.

"Eliza! Oh, my god. Don't say that." You slightly shook your head to brush off the embarrassment and hid your face on your hands to cover the crimson on your skin.

"Mommy you're warm!" Athena, your six year-old giggled as she grabbed your warm, sweaty hands. Even your daughter noticed the nervousness that crept up on you when it came to Dylan, even if it was just the topic of him. Truth was, you had been shamelessly crushing on your son's baseball coach ever since he joined the team a couple of months ago.

Get it together, you should not be crushing on your son's baseball coach.

"I know baby, it's just hot out here." You tried to brush it off, but the knowing smirk on Liz's face wasn't exactly helping. "Thena, why don't you go get Roman and Ezra? They're over there." You pointed to the field where Roman and Ezra were talking —or more like just Ezra was, to the other kids on the team. She quickly nodded and bolted off the bleachers, somehow not tripping over the steps as she went down. You sighed heavily the moment the young girl was far enough and slightly turned your head in Liz's direction.

"You should totally ask him out." She said out of nowhere with a shrug and a smirk on her face. Your eyes widened for the hundredth time, and you instantly shook your head frantically, the idea alone giving you a headache.

"Ask Dylan out? No way. I.. No.. That's just.. No." Your cheeks slightly heat up at the preposition. But you quickly turned it down with a vigorous shake of your head, not even giving the idea a minute to sink into your brain. "No, he's Roman's coach. It's just wrong."

"Why? I mean, you're single, and as far as I know, he's very single. Soo," she dragged the 'o' as she wiggled her eyebrows and she nudged your shoulder, pushing you over a little in a high school girl manner, "Why not get ready to mingle with the hot coach?"

"First of all, I'm technically not single, not yet." You groaned with an eyeroll. As much as you and your husband —or ex-husband or whatever were no longer living together, the divorce process had been unnecessarily long and dreadful. So as much as you wanted to be legally single, you were still married to that piece of shit.

"And second of all, if I were to date someone, which is a big if, I can't date Roman's coach out of all people. He already has enough as it is. It'll just confuse him and probably upset him more." You sighed heavily as you looked over to the side of the field, where all the boys were having a conversation about elementary boys' things. And there you saw your son, trying, and ultimately failing at joining said conversations. And with little Athena tugging at his side, all he got from the other kids was laughing and rejection.

Seeing your son's sad and hurt expression when the other boys laughed at him or even told him to go away broke your heart. You wanted him to be happy again. You wanted him to be the energetic and loving kid he was before your waste of a husband left. Ever since Ryan —your waste of a husband left, Roman hasn't been the same.

For the past six or so months, he has been distant and seemingly unhappy. All he ever did was lock himself up in his room and play video games. He barely ever interacted with you and Athena anymore. He barely interacted with anyone, period. Once Ryan left, it was up to you to support your kids financially. Of course, their father still paid child support, but he sure as hell didn't pay your bills or everything you needed to spend on your children. Which meant you had to take him out of the fancy school he went to in order to still pay the monthly expenses of your home. And he just didn't quite fit in at school, especially now.

So, you hoped that him joining the baseball team would change that, that it would help him open up again and that it would help him make new friends. But so far, it's worked just the opposite.

"So, I'm making dinner tonight. Do you want to come over with the kids and get drunk? Luke will watch over the kids." Liz spoke, interrupting your train of thought.

"That sounds a-mazing," you spoke in a song-like tune, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips. "But I can't. I told Roman I'd take him to that Italian place he likes."

"Tomorrow then. I'll have that Chardonnay you love so much waiting for you." She winked at you as you both stood up, ready to greet your children.

"Thank God for your alcohol stash." You joked, flinging your arms up in praise.

You both laughed and smiled in your children's direction, but your smile dropped as your kids and Ezra approached you. Ezra was holding Athena's hand, while Roman walked behind them, with a certain heaviness on his step and an annoyed look on his face. And Athena had a small pout on her face.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Rome doesn't want to hold my hand!" Athena whined with a pout of her lower lip. She released Ezra's hand and exchanged it for your own. Ezra going to his own mom. While Roman simply stood there, with a hand stuffed into his pockets and the other messing with the strap of his bag, his gaze stuck on the ground.

"Roman, baby," you sighed softly, not wanting to give the poor kid a hard time. You understood he didn't exactly fit in, no matter how much he wanted to, and that upset him. You didn't want to add up to that. "Your sister just wanted you to hold her hand."

"She was embarrassing me.. I'm already the kid without a dad, I don't need to be the kid with an annoying baby sister." He muttered, his gaze not once leaving the ground.

His words were harsh, but lacked emotion. And it broke your heart. But as much as you wanted to tell him that it wasn't true, that he did have a dad, you'd be lying if you did. Ryan was already absent in your children's lives before the split, but at the same time he was there, and Roman felt as if he was. But now, his father really wasn't there, at all. And there was nothing you could do about it.

You sighed softly, gesturing your free hand out for him, "Roman, come here," a heavy sigh left the young boy's lips as he took a few steps closer, standing in front of you with his head hanging low and his eyes stuck to the ground. You used your hand to hold the side of his face, his eyes meeting with your own. "Baby, Thena just wanted to show you that she loves you. She didn't mean to embarrass you, right Thena?" You turned your attention to the small girl that hid behind your arm, her eyes glistening with tears.

The small girl sniffled and shook her head, "No.. I'm sorry Rome.. I won't do it ever again, I-I promise."

You exchanged looks between your children, your eyes finally landing on Roman as you waited for a response. You raised an eyebrow at him, your eyes speaking a silent 'and' to the boy. He eventually signed, almost too heavily, and nodded.

"It's okay, I guess.. I don't really mind all that much." He half smiled, shrugging slightly.

Athena's expression quickly lightened, the small girl detached herself from your hand and hugged her older brother. And as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't mind the affection. He returned the hug and smiled, for a moment at least.

After a second or two, Roman slightly pushed Athena off him, signaling that that had been enough affection for a day. You breathed out softly, turning to look at Liz, who gave you a sympathetic smile in response.

"Well my loves, off we go. Say goodbye to Auntie Liz and Ezra." Both your children did as you said. Athena hugging both of them, and Roman simply waving at them. Good enough.

And at last, you gave Liz a quick but tight hug, "I'll call you tomorrow." You said shortly before you grabbed a hold of your daughter's hand and your son's bag, and eventually parted ways.

Today was gonna be a long day.

《Here's an edited version of part 1. As always I hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm trying to get back into writing after a long year, hopefully this will help me get back on track. Let me know your thoughts. And let me know if you'd like to be added to my dylan/coach taglist which I do have》

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