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xomakara · 1 year ago

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It Started With a Kiss

SUMMARY | You always spend your birthdays with DoJaeJung since your birthdays all land in the same month. After being friends and fuckbuddies with them for the longest, you're finally ready to have all three of them as your birthday present. PAIRINGS | DoJaeJung/Fem!Reader GENRE | filthy smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight dom/sub theme, oral sex, fingering, mouth stuffing, anal play, pet names, foursome(?) RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6,277 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | This was also sitting in my computer waiting to be uploaded LOL. I don't even know if I would call this a foursome...maybe? IDK, i normally write one on one smut so this was a bit of a challenge for me. Hope it turned okay.

February 28 – Your Birthday

It was a quiet day until a knock sounded on your front door as you opened it to reveal Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo. You frowned, the three NCT members making their way into your apartment, taking off their shoes and sliding their feet into the slippers that were reserved for them whenever they came over. You watched as they made their way towards your kitchen, the oldest of them pulling out a barstool from the counter island and the younger of the three opening the cabinet to pull out four coffee cups and start up the coffee maker.

“Not even a simple hi or anything?” You mumbled, watching them.

“Hi,” Jaehyun gives you a small hug and kiss before making his way towards the other two.

“Hey, Y/N.” Doyoung called out, patting the barstool next to him.

“Join us for some coffee.” Jungwoo gave you a mischievous grin. Why was he looking at you like that?

“Did we miss the memo that this is my apartment?” You muttered and shrugged, closing the door behind you, knowing full well that the other members of NCT would be knocking on your door sooner or later. No doubt with a large cake, balloons, and alcohol. “I’ll take tea instead, Jungwoo.”

You’ve been in the industry longer than any of the NCT members did and you thought it was your lucky day the moment that you met Doyoung. You remembered how he congratulated you on your comeback, made small talk about being fascinated that you were still active in the industry for such a long time. You met Jaehyun soon after while filming for a drama series, met Jungwoo while hosting a music show together, and then eventually you became friends with all of the members after running into each other in the apartment building where you all lived.

Once you found out that there were six NCT members that all had birthdays in February, Johnny had the smartest idea to celebrate everyone’s birthday all on one day. And it was decided that yours would be the day that they would celebrate it since you were the last one to have a February birthday and that it was the last day of the month, not including leap years.

Couldn’t you just have a simple birthday by yourself?

But then again, you always spent your birthdays alone before you met this bunch of chaotic men.

You had to admit that it was a nice change of pace even if you got annoyed by them every now and then.

You opened the door to the fridge and pulled out the container of coffee creamer and milk, putting them on the counter for whoever wanted what. It happened on most weeks when Doyoung, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, or DoJaeJung as you like to refer to them on most occasions, would come over to your apartment and hang out with you over coffee and TV. Out of all the members born in February, you had a closer relationship with them.

A more intimate friendship.

You had slept with Doyoung just once. You remember that first year where Johnny suggested that the February Gang celebrate everyone’s birthday on your birthday. You and Doyoung had snuck away from the party all tipsy and to avoid getting shit-faced drunk. You recall hanging out in Doyoung’s room, talking about random things, him leaning in and kissing you, you pulling at his clothes and before you knew it, you woke up in Doyoung’s bed the next morning. You remember the feel of his soft hands, the kisses on your body and you wanted a repeat of that.

You’ve never slept with Jungwoo as of yet. But you really, really wanted to. You accidently kissed Jungwoo during one of the music show shootings that you both hosted. It was meant to be a chaste kiss on the cheek but Jungwoo had suddenly turned his head and your lips landed on his. Since that day, Jungwoo would flirt and get handsy every chance he could get. Not that you would complain. His long fingers worked magic on your body.

You kissed Jaehyun because Mark dared you. You were at a party with the guys and one of the WayV guys decided truth and dare would be the perfect game to play. You knew it was just an excuse for the guys to try and attempt stuff with you or to hear your most crazy fantasies. So you decided to kiss Jaehyun not once, but twice, that night. One for the dare and the other because you really just wanted to kiss him. After the second kiss, Jaehyun made sure no one was around before dragging you to the bathroom and fucking you on the sink counter.

You’ve fucked Jaehyun the most.

He was just insatiable for you.

You never told them but you wanted to know how it would feel to have sex with all three of them. Would they agree to it? They obviously knew about each other but they’ve never disagreed about sharing you. Doyoung would hold your hands and kiss you on occasion, Jungwoo would get really handsy and Jaehyun always reached the limit of wanting to have sex with you. Even if the other two were in the room.

They seemed to be okay sharing you.

You stood next to Jaehyun, who handed you a mug filled with tea instead and brought it to your lips. The aromatic scent filled up your senses and you couldn’t help but sigh in contentment.

“What’s with that sigh?” Jaehyun asked, leaning against your counter as he watched you. “Sounds like you were quite satisfied.”

“Oh, shut up Jaehyun.” You mumbled, the male grinning from ear to ear. Doyoung had a smile on his face and began to sip his coffee from the comfort of your barstool. “I already know that I’m going to hate today. Please shoot me now.”

“Are you sure about that?” Jungwoo raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner. He was taking in your outfit−the short mini skirt, the too tight shirt that looked pretty sheer… were you even wearing a bra? “It’ll be a shame to see you go when you’re looking pretty sexy today.”

“I hate you, Kim Jungwoo.” You retorted, puffing out your cheeks.

Doyoung chuckled, noticing that Jaehyun had a smile on his face while watching you. What was he staring at? Looking in the same direction as Jaehyun, Doyoung coughed and looked away, gesturing to your outfit. “That’s short, Y/N.”

“Hmm?” You looked down at yourself and noticed that Doyoung was talking about the short mini skirt you had on. “What’s wrong with my skirt?”

“What’s not wrong with your skirt?” Jaehyun inputted as he looked you over once more. “You look fucking hot.”

“Please don’t change clothes on our account.” Jungwoo chuckled, watching as you flipped Jaehyun off.

Doyoung shrugged, refusing to look at your clothes. “I’m just saying. You’re going to be in an apartment filled with guys you know.”

“But it’s still my apartment. Plus, it’s my birthday. I get that Johnny wanted us all to celebrate today like we’ve been doing years already. But it’s still MY birthday. I still got to look good even though we’re just staying in.” You reminded him to which the older male nodded, muttering that he forgot. Feeling bold, you slid into Doyoung’s lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. “But Doyoung… Don’t you like the fact that it’s easy access to you know, fuck me?”

Doyoung raised an eyebrow. He was taken aback when you slid into his lap but when his hands laid on your hips, his eyes seemed to darken. “I’d rather have you wear that around us than the others.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want to fuck me, you three.” You shrugged your shoulders at the three of them. You looked over to Jaehyun, noticing that he was staring intently at your blouse. “Tell me why we’re having the party at my place? We could’ve had it at one of your dorms. We all live in the same, damn building.”

“Our place is crowded with a crap load of stuff.” Jaehyun slowly teared his gaze away from your clothed upper body. “When you have loads of guys living together, it gets crowded even if we clean the place up.”

“Well the boys in the other dorm claim their apartment is clean but I doubt it.” Doyoung muttered, looking everywhere but at you. It was taking all the energy he had to not succumb to whatever emotions he was having. “Johnny thought it was a great idea to use your place. It’s just you in this big, humongous apartment.”

“Plus, I don’t think you want to find all the porn that’s probably scattered about the dorms.” Jungwoo inputted, grinning as you raised your fist at him. “I mean if you’d like to see our sexual preferences, be our guest.”

“I know all of Jaehyun’s kinky preferences, so I’m not worried.” You winked at Jaehyun. Giving Jungwoo a cheeky smile, you said, “What kind of kinks do you have Jungwoo? Show them to me?”

“Really?” Jaehyun chuckled, a finger running along your arm. “C’mon, Y/N. Today’s your birthday. Can’t you be nice for once?”

“I’m always nice!” You exclaimed, giving him a frown. “I’m so nice that I’m literally offering up myself to you three and you guys aren’t doing anything about it.”

Jaehyun raised his eyebrows, a small smile coming to his lips. “Tempting as that sounds…”

“Come on!” You whined, sliding off of Doyung’s lap. “Can’t we just tell the others that the party is cancelled because I just want to spend it with you three?”

“And do what, baby?” Jungwoo asked, his eyes looking your body up and down. “Did you just want to fuck?”

“Now, now, kitten. As much as I want to get my hands on you, it’ll have to wait.” Doyoung shook his head in amusement. Kitten? Why did it sound so sexy when he called you kitten? “Can you be a good girl for us? The others will be here any time soon.”

“We can discuss this later, princess.” Jaehyun nodded his head, leaning forward to kiss you. “And then we can reward you if you’ve been a good girl.”

“Okay…” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, the fabric of your shirt clinging to every curve of your body. It took forever for Jaehyun to tear his gaze away from you and when he did, he excused himself to use the restroom.

Doyoung got up from his seat and turned to you, a curious look on his face. “You really want to have sex with all three of us?”

“Yeah…” You sang, looking at him. You bit your bottom lip. “I thought about this for a long time, Doyoung. I want you all to fuck me. That's my birthday wish.”

“Fuck, baby.” Jungwoo ran a hand through his hair. “You’re killing me over here.”

“Jungwoo…” You trailed off, your hands at the waistband of his jeans. “Please, please can I suck you off?”

“I thought we agreed that if you were a good girl for us, we’d reward you?” Jungwoo raised an eyebrow, looking down at your lustful face. “You’re not being very good right now, baby.”

Doyoung lightly pulled you away from Jungwoo, his hands coming to rest on your ass. “You’re absolutely wet for us, aren’t you kitten? Wearing next to nothing underneath that outfit.”

“How did you know what I was wearing underneath?”

He let out an amused sigh. “Who was the one that accidently sent me a text of that semi-nude pic that was meant for Jaehyun?”

“Shit, I forgot about that.” You cursed yourself and face-palmed your forehead. You looked at Doyoung and Jungwoo, your face stating the fact that you were indeed sleeping with Jaehyun on more than one account. “I’m so horny for you three. I don’t know if I could behave.”

“Yes you can, baby.” Jungwoo answered, his thumb caressing your top lip.

Doyoung grabbed his phone from his pocket and raised an eyebrow, his fingers flying over the screen. He looked at you and gestured to the front door. “I’m going to head out for a bit. Johnny just texted me and said he needs help carrying things over to your place. Come on Jungwoo.”

“Does he still need an extra hand to carry things?” You shook your head and followed the men to the front door. “There’s seventeen other guys and still need you to help him? What the hell did they buy? The whole store?”

“Knowing them, probably.” Doyoung shrugged, pulling on his shoes. He nodded back at your apartment. “Don’t be doing naughty things while I’m gone.”

“Be our good girl.” Jungwoo added.

“I’ll be good.” You answered, watching as they cackled, their backs retreating out of sight. You shook your head, closed the door behind you and turned towards the living room. At the same time, Jaehyun opened the bathroom door and looked around, trying to locate Doyoung and Jungwoo.

“Where did the other two go?” He asked, his face in confusion.

“They went to go help Johnny .” You replied, going up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Something about needing help carrying things? I think the boys bought the whole store.”

“Well that can’t be helped.” Jaehyun chuckled, his hands coming to wrap around your waist. “I finally get to have you alone now.”

You chuckled, looking up at him softly. “Were you waiting for them to leave this whole time?”

Jaehyun eyed you over, his fingers teasingly touching your bare skin as he slid them up your shirt from your waist. “With that outfit on? I’ve been dying to take you here and now.”

“I’m supposed to be a good girl, though.” You replied, cupping his cheek. You stared at his deep dark orbs. “As much as I would love you to fuck the living daylights out of me, the boys will be here anytime soon. And I actually want you all to fuck me. But first I should change.”

“What? Why?” Jaehyun bit his lower lip. He followed you to your bedroom and paused when he noticed that you began to undress. “But you looked so good in that outfit.”

“Of course I did.” You gazed back at him as he took in the state of your undress. You were shrugging out of your shirt and threw a plaid buttoned down shirt over your shoulders. You left the buttons undone, a sheer bralette covering your assets.

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” Jaehyun questioned from behind you.

“Yep! You left it here a few days ago and I haven’t done laundry and your shirt was somewhat clean.” You replied, swinging the hem of his shirt about. “Does it look good on me?”

“That explains why I couldn’t find it this morning.” He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms across his chest and had to admit that you looked damn good in his shirt. His eyes widened when he noticed your sheer bralette and the fact that his shirt was hanging loosely on your body. “That’s not exactly a bra Y/N. Were you being a little adventurous or something?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” You chuckled and turned to face him, the cool air hitting your naked skin that wasn’t covered by clothes. “And it’s still a bra Jaehyun. Although it doesn’t offer that much protection.”

“I’m just saying...” He chuckled, throwing his head back in laughter. “Like something as thin as that could contain those massive tits of yours. But I really, really like it.”

“You’re such an idiot, Jaehyun.” You chuckled along with him. “Why did you think I wore it today?”

Most girls would have normally covered themselves and screamed their heads off when a guy would catch them half-naked. This case was completely different since Doyoung, Jaehyun and Jungwoo often caught you changing and although it bothered them the first couple of times, they’ve gotten used to the fact that you often roam your apartment with little to no clothes on.

One of the few perks of living alone you told them. You made some rules that since it was your apartment, you could be naked (or at least little clothed) from the waist up whenever you want, and that they should just get used to it. Jaehyun adapted quite well and so did the other two, but occasionally Doyoung would still blush when he would see you walking around in a bra.

“You gonna cover up?” Jaehyun asked as he reached your sides in a matter of seconds and took the sides of his shirts to start buttoning up the fabric. He slid one hand under the shirt you wore as he caressed your naked skin softly.

“I have no choice since you’re already buttoning it up. Don’t want the others to see my massive tits huh?” You teased him, watching as his eyes turned hazy with lust. Normally Jaehyun was the one to tease you non-stop but there were times when you got the upper hand. You started to undo the zipper to your short mini skirt and shimmied out of it, only to throw on some dark jeans. “Don’t you only want me for yourself?”

He studied you, his eyes scanning the sleek lines of your body. “I do want you for myself. But I see the way Doyoung and Jungwoo look at you.”

“Really?”

“Do you like them?”

“Of course I like them.” You turned to him. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. The looks they give you when you’re not looking. Doyoung has that kind and gentle nature, Jungwoo is mischievous just like you. And those smiles you give them. I don’t know what to think.” Jaehyun shook his head. He placed his hands on your shoulder, looking down at you, capturing your attention. “I know we’re not dating or anything so I can’t really tell you who you can or can’t fuck.”

“So you’re okay with sharing me?”

He nodded, cupping your face to make you look at him. “If you want to be shared, then anything for you, princess.”

“So…”

“Noona! We’re here!”

“Y/N! Where do you want me to put the drinks?”

“Where’s your Bluetooth speaker at noona!?”

“Oh, the others are here.” Jaehyun pulled away and gave you a small smile. “Remember to be good if you want all of us, princess.”

You followed him out to the living room where it was crowded by all twenty members of NCT. When the boys saw you, they started to sing in celebration of your birthday.

After a while, Doyoung and Jungwoo pulled Jaehyun to the side when they saw you conversing with Johnny and Ten. Doyoung looked at you in concern before looking at the younger man. “Are we sure we want to do this?”

“I’m totally fine with it,” Jaehyun answered.

“She’s been such a good girl for us, Doyoung.” Jungwoo said. “It’s her birthday and that’s probably what she wanted as a gift.”

“How did we all end up lusting after the same girl?” Doyoung asked, running a hand through his thick hair. “Not that I’m complaining. Thinking about fucking her with you two…sounds pretty hot.”

Jaehyun let out a chuckle before coming towards you. He turned to face you, only to plant a kiss on your forehead in front of the other NCT members. “Happy birthday, princess.”

Your eyes wide, you touched your forehead. “What was that for?”

“It’s your birthday. I think you deserve it.” Doyoung grinned as he joined the group.

You narrowed your eyes. “What are you guys planning?”

“Your after party.” Jungwoo whispered in your ear, silently motioning to you, him, Doyoung and Jaehyun. “You’ve been such a good girl and I think it’s time to reward you.”

"Jungwoo, please..."

You had your back to your bedroom door as you rode on Jungwoo’s thigh. You were both kissing, Jungwoo running a hand down your leg, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt to meet with delectable skin. You were on fire, skin burning every time he brushed his fingers over your tantalizing flesh. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your lips to his, your chest plastered against his. The magic was unbearable.

Doyoung and Jaehyun were still in your living room trying to shoo everyone out. The others were complaining, Mark mostly accusing the guys of wanting to fuck your brains out.

Jungwoo helped you shimmy off your jeans before he slipped a finger underneath your panties, and slid it against your already wet pussy. He teased, his thumb coming to rub your sweet spot, eliciting moans from you. You clutched his shoulders, your body arching against him, your head thrown back. You bit on your lower lip to keep from screaming out loud.

"You know you wanna scream, babe..." Jungwoo whispered against your ear, as he slipped his finger in you. “Scream so that Doyoung and Jaehyun can hear your pretty voice.”

You panted, Jungwoo’s finger slowly pumping into you. "Oh god, Jungwoo."

Jungwoo slowly removed his finger from your pussy, your juices covering his digit. He lifted his finger to his lips and in one long flick of his tongue, he tasted your sweetness.

"Baby, you taste good. Real good~" Jungwoo muttered.

"I was thinking..." You started as you went up to him and slid your hand down his chest, your fingers drawing his shirt up over his head.

Jungwoo looked oddly amused as he unbuttoned his jeans and helped you slide the fabric off. "You were thinking?"

"I was thinking about what I wanted you all to do to me tonight." You stood on your toes and kissed the side of his lips, hands sliding his boxers off. You then trailed your hands along your body, removing pieces of your own clothing one by one. "I wanna take charge tonight..."

"Is that what you want, babe?" Jungwoo asked, giving up as you pushed him towards the bed. The back of his legs hit the edge of the bed, his legs giving way as he suddenly sat on it.

You were aware that Doyoung and Jaehyun were finally in your bedroom. You heard the sound of clothes being removed and thrown around your bedroom. “Yeah. I want to suck your cock and then have you fuck me, Jungwoo. I want Doyoung to eat me out and then fuck my pussy. And I want Jaehyun to fuck my ass.”

“Fuck that’s hot.” Jaehyun muttered, leaning back against the wall as he watched you kneel in front of Jungwoo. Doyoung, still with his pants on, had sat in your vanity chair, his hand cupping his hard on.

"Show me, Jungwoo. Teach me how to please you." You looked up at Jungwoo.

"Touch me, Y/N. Baby, touch me where it hurts the most." Jungwoo moaned out, his hands balled into fists at his sides as you let your hands slide down his tight belly to enclose his surging cock. Jungwoo stiffened involuntarily and inhaled sharply. His balled fists got tighter, his short nails digging into his palms. His eyes slipped closed in sweet agony.

But he didn't stop you or joined in the fun.

Jungwoo sat there unmoving and allowed you to examine, caress and toy with him to your heart's content. It was the strangest of emotions. He had to hand it to you, you never failed to surprise him. When he was with other girls, he had fucked in about every possible position known to man, but he had never done this. He had never sat bare-assed and unmoving while a beautiful naked young woman made him her own personal plaything, driving him out of his mind with her searching hands and incredible body.

Jungwoo let out a sigh of relief when your hands released him. Fighting the powerful impulse to drag you on the bed, take you and hammer forcefully into you, he bit the inside of his jaw when you scooted down his body.

He drew a sharp intake of air when you impulsively lowered your face and brushed a butterfly kiss to the smooth head of his penis. It jerked against your lips and you lifted your head.

"I could," you started, "lick my fingers and make you wet. Or, I could simply lick you wet with my tongue. Which one?"

His breath dangerously short, Jungwoo tried to speak, to tell you it wasn't necessary, that he felt wet already from your explorations. But he didn't say a word. More than anything he wanted to feel your lips and tongue on him. At the same time he was afraid he would cum if he allowed it.

Finally he said, "No, baby, I-"

But you didn't listen.

Delicately, taking great care not to hurt him, you bent to him, put out your tongue and licked lightly upward, all the way from the base to the tip. A great burst of air rushed out of Jungwoo’s tight lungs and he anxiously grabbed your arms and pulled you up.

"I thought you would like that," you said, your brown eyes afire.

"I do like it," he said. "Too much, in fact."

You smiled and laid a gentle hand on the hard flesh you had just licked. "Can I?"

"Go on," he croaked and placed nervous hands on your thighs.

"Watch to make sure I do it right." You said, your voice in a whisper.

"Fuck baby," he ground out.

Choking with sensual excitement, Jungwoo watched unblinking as you raised onto your knees on the bed to straddle him, wrapped a gentle hand around his rigid cock and carefully placed the tip just inside of you. You took your hand away and slowly, sensuously, lowered yourself onto him.

"Ahhh," Jungwoo groaned as he easily slid up into your warmth.

"Oh fuck, Jungwoo." She echoed his ecstasy.

Matching Jungwoo’s lust with your own, you gripped his ribs and began the erotic, rolling motion of your hips. Thrusting, you held him prisoner with your strong gripping thighs, pounded him with your rocking pelvis, punished him with your gyrating hips.

You could hear Jaehyun moaning and Doyoung’s soft gasps in the background as you continued to ride Jungwoo.

Loving it, loving you, Jungwoo reveled in this wild, uninhibited display of fierce sexual hunger. A deep, powerful hunger that matched his own and lifted him to new heights of carnal pleasure.

Flexing the muscles of his ass, driving rhythmically into you to meet each of your frenzied thrusts, Jungwoo watched you and was as excited by the sight as the feel of you. Your hair whipped around your face and shoulders, a damp lock clinging to your cheek. Your breasts, with their tightened nipples, danced and swayed with your sensual movements. And between your gripping thighs, the damped black curls were meshed with the black coils of his groin.

Such a powerful aphrodisiac.

"Jungwoo, Jungwoo..." You began to chant his name as you panted anxiously.

"Yes, baby," he groaned out, grateful your release was at hand, knowing that he couldn't last much longer.

"Oh, oh, oh!" You gasped as he gripped your thighs and speeded his movements, driving into you, triggering your deep and lingering orgasm. “Fuck!”

For several long seconds, you were lost in the throes of a shattering release, out of control, begging Jungwoo for an end to a joy so intense you could stand it no longer.

The fervent squeezing of your burning body took Jungwoo with you into paradise. His deep groans matched your whimpering cries as together you both attained the ultimate in ecstasy.

When it subsided, you sagged down onto Jungwoo's chest and fought to regain your lost breath. When finally your intermingled heartbeats slowed and he could breathe freely again, a happy Jungwoo grinned and teased, "Hmm... that was a good ride huh?"

You let out a laugh, eyes sparking with amusement. "The best ride of my life."

Jungwoo winked at you and turned your bodies towards the mattress, laying you on your back. "Ready for more fun? The night isn’t over yet, baby."

"Mmhm..." You moaned as Doyoung replaced Jungwoo’s spot. You hooked your legs around his waist, his cock getting big.

“My turn now, kitten.” Doyoung latched his lips onto your nipple, suckling them, licking them, tugging at them. Your body was on fire again as you clutched at his shoulders tightly and looked into his lust filled eyes.

Suddenly and without warning, Doyoung bent his head down and kissed you. A kiss that captured your breath, weakened your knees, and caused a pulsing in your lower regions.

Your hands trailed up to his chest to link at the back of his neck. You tried to pull him closer but was startled when he cupped his hands around your buttocks, pressing so close that you could feel the length of his arousal.

Doyoung continued to ravage your lips. You tore your lips away and softly whispered, "I want you to go down on me, Doyoung."

He smirked, his hands at your waist so fast, so willing. “I can do that.”

He followed you, your lips kissing your mouth, trailing to your jaw, down your neck, your shoulders, the valley of vast skin above your breasts. Doyoung trailed kisses down your stomach, his hands spreading your legs further apart as his lips reached the springy dark curls guarding your sweet pussy. He sniffed the scent of you before slipping his middle finger into your wetness, his other hand creeping up along your body to cup your breasts, kneading them, grazing your swollen nipples. He watched your response as he thrusted his finger in and out of you. Your eyes were close, lips parted slightly, hands fisting the sheets.

“Ah... Doyoung...” Your moans escaped you. The feel of his hand on your breasts was wonderful but the feeling of his hand down on your pussy was magical. You couldn't explain what you were feeling, what he made you feel.

His finger still in you, Doyoung placed his mouth on your swollen, pulsing pussy, giving you great pleasure as he licked and laved, and gently tugged. He added another finger into you, thrusting a couple of times before removing them and replacing them with his mouth and tongue.

“Fuck, ah!” You yelled out as you felt his tongue. He slid his tongue into your warm, wet flesh and swirled it around, his mouth sucking, making you wetter. He felt you tense and he didn't want you to come just yet.

At least not without him.

Doyoung rose above you, positioning himself between your legs, his arms resting on the pillow beside your head. He gazed into your lust fogged eyes. “Are you ready for me, kitten?”

You glared at him. “Just hurry and fuck me, Doyoung.”

Understanding your meaning and chuckling, he lowered his rockhard cock into your sweet, succulent warmth. He stopped before burying himself the hilt, giving time to adjust to his size. He felt you squeezing your inner walls as he continued to stretch you, invade you.

Breathing heavily, Doyoung panted, “Fuck...”

You grasped his shoulders and bit his neck. It was all the permission he needed as he drove himself home, his length finally buried in your pussy. Doyoung retreated his cock out of you then slammed back in, only to repeat the process all over. There was a jolt of pleasure as his hips grinded against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, lips meeting for a kiss.

It was a heated kiss as he continued to thrust. You matched his movements, your hips moving to match his rhythm. Kissing his way to your breasts, he latched onto a nipple and you cried out, hugging his head to your chest. The pleasure was too much for you, that she tensed and cried out his name.

“Doyoung!” You climaxed, holding him in your arms.

Doyoung felt you tense. He continued to thrust up in you, going in deeper, harder, faster. He heard you cry out, feeling your love juices leaking from your body. Then he thrusted into you one last time before spilling himself in you.

Before making you his one and only.

He collapsed on you, head on your shoulders. Opening your eyes, you smiled. "I don't think I can move now...”

"I can't move either." Doyoung lifted himself on his elbows to look at you. He kissed your shoulders and then your lips. “But you still have to give Jaehyun what he wants, kitten.”

Doyoung moved to join Jungwoo who was sitting in the corner, watching with interest. Jungwoo was clearly geting off watching you fuck other men.

Jaehyun approached the bed, lips in a mischievous smile. “Fuck princess. Just watching Jungwoo and Doyoung fuck you hard like that, was hot.”

Jaehyun stared at you, his dark brown eyes gazing into your own. He imprisoned them, as he brought his lips down against yours. A jolt slammed through your entire nervous system, your eyes closed, and his lips began to move, thoroughly and possessively exploring each tender curve.

Jaehyun felt your lips soften involuntarily, felt your arms give way, your breasts coming to rest against his chest. One of his hands, which was holding your wrist, lightened its pressure at the same time his lips increased theirs. He deepened the kiss, his other hand shifting soothingly over your sides and hip. He slid the tip of his tongue along the crease of your lips, seeking entrance, insisting that they part, and when they finally did, his tongue plunged into the sweetness of your mouth and slowly withdrew, then plunged again in blatant imitation of the act he was beginning to crave with dangerous determination.

You gasped beneath him, stiffening, and then suddenly all the tension poured through you. He was a lover now- ardent, persuasive, gentle, wanting. Tenderness overwhelmed you and, with a silent moan a helpless surrender, you curled your hand around his neck, lips moving on with awakening ardor.

Jaehyun’s mouth became more demanding, his tongue seeking, stroking, while his hand slid restlessly up your naked body, caressing your breast, then down again...

“All I wanted was to squeeze this nice round ass of yours,” He muttered as his hands slid down and around, closed over your bare ass; he kneaded, and heat raced across your skin. Fever followed, a hot urgent ache that swelled and grew as he evocatively plundered your mouth, as he held you close, lifted your hips against him, and suggestively molded your softness to the rigid line of his erection.

You moaned, hot, hungry, and wanting.

Wanton. Eager. Determined.

Your breaths mingled, heated and urgent; from beneath heavy lids, your eyes met, held.

Locked as he shifted his hand and touched you. Stroked and caressed, intimately traced. Your breasts rose and fell; your teeth closed on your lower lip as he opened you. As he teased, glorifying in the slick heat of your body, then slowly, deliberately, slid one long finger into your ass. Then he slipped another in with the first, thrust deeper, faster.

“Oh fuck, Jaehyun.”

He settled between your legs, spreading you wide. Removing his fingers, he shifted his position, caught one of your knees, and lifted your leg to his hip. Set it there, then traced back with his palm, around, until he found you slick and swollen, hot and ready.

And then he was pressing into you, hard, hot, and much larger than usual. Your lungs seized. You felt your body stretching, him pressing inexorably in.

Your body arched as he did, bowed, tightened, tensed against his invasion. You felt the restriction, felt the pressure build, but he didn't stop; he pressed deeper, deeper until he surged through to the hilt.

"Did you get bigger, Jaehyun?" You gasped. “Did seeing Jungwoo and Doyoung fuck me get you turned on?”

He chuckled and then he moved. He filled you, sank into your body, sheathed himself in your heat. You arched upward with loud moans. Stunning pleasures built inside you, gaining intensity...waited on the brink of passion as Jaehyun continued to thrust in you, harder, deeper, faster, skin slapping on skin. “Fuck princess…your ass is so tight. Look at how it’s squeezing my cock.”

"Dammit, Jaehyun!! More!" You screamed out.

"And?" He withdrew from you, the tip of his length just barely in you.

"Just fuck me hard, deep, and fast, Jaehyun!!" You exclaimed, nails digging into his shoulders. You wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing your pussy closer to his body. The action made him drive in deeper, faster and harder. He continued ramming into your ass, his fingers thrusting into your pussy, soon spilling his cum into your body. He still thrust into you, ever so slowly, riding his climax out to the end before slowly pulling out and collasping on you.

You both held each other in your arms, Jaehyun kissing your forehead, while you rained kisses on his chin.

"That…" You sighed as you burrowed yourself further into his arms, motioning for Jungwoo and Doyoung to join you on the bed. “...was the best sex I’ve had hands down.”

"Round two?" Jungwoo asked, stroking the side of your hips as he laid next to you.

"It depends. Are you willing to let me take charge again?" You asked, your eyes twinkling.

"If this means us getting to fuck like this again…" Doyoung muttered, kissing your temple.

You nudged him. "So that means you’re all okay with sharing me?"

Jaehyun’s laugh was deep and contagious. "Anything you want, princess. It’s yours."

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homeofthelonelywriter · 11 months ago

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K.I.A. | Oneshot

(A/N) This one could really hit hard. Please take care of yourself.

Pairing: Simon x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: lots of angst, death of a loved one, depression, grief, alcohol, comfort in the end

Synopsis: I don't think there is a need for a synopsis. The title says it all.

It was supposed to be fine.

It was supposed to be safe.

“It’s going to be a quick and easy mission, love. I’ll be back in no time.”

That’s what he had said.

That’s what he had promised.

But he lied.

The mission wasn’t quick. It wasn’t easy. He wouldn’t be back in no time.

He was dead.

Killed in action, an honorable death.

To hell with them. To hell with their honorable death. Death isn’t honorable, death is death. And now he’s gone. And I’ll never see him again.

It’s his funeral and I can’t even look at them. The ones that survived. Price, Soap, Gaz. They all came back but he didn’t. He didn’t and he never will.

They hand me a flag, folded into a triangle. If I could, I would throw it at their heads. If I could, I would yell at them. If I could, I would I hit them. But I can’t. I can’t do anything, but stand there, hold that stupid flag and cry while they fire off their shots. I can’t do anything.

Well, I can do something. I can lie in bed. I can cry, a lot. I can ignore my hunger until I almost throw up. I can see his shadow, trick myself into thinking that he’s back. That he’s alive.

And I can think of him. Of all the good memories. How we met. The first time we kissed. How he asked me out. Our first date. The birthday he gave me the puppy.

The puppy…at the though of Riley, I sit up. At least until I realise that my mom took her after the funeral. She was safe, cared for. I was alone. So fucking alone.

I don’t know how much time passed, a week? Maybe a month. Perhaps even two.

I finally get up and take a shower. I smell after all.

The shower feels incredibly small without Simon behind me.

And that’s how I start crying again. I sit under the stream for what feels like hours before I finally find the strength to get out and dry off my body before falling back onto my bed.

But now it’s getting better.

I take showers from time to time.

Sometimes I even eat some food. I don’t cook anything, everything I’ve had, had spoiled by now, but I just order in.

It’s been four months since Price stood at my door and told me he was dead. That Simon would never come back. And I’ve finally found a way to dull the pain.

Alcohol isn’t the answer, of course. But for now it’s the only thing that is making me feel even slightly alive.

I spent most my day at the bar nearby, what else am I supposed to do?

Home makes me think about Simon.

Work makes me think about Simon.

Hanging out with my family or friends make me think of Simon.

We had never gone to this bar together, so I’m safe here. And the alcohol drowns out my thoughts of him. Well, most of them anyway. At least it leaves enough sense to find my way back home.

It’s become some sort of ritual. Get out of bed, get dressed, go to the bar, get shitfaced and go back home.

Today isn’t any different. Why should it be? But why…does it feel different.

I usually spend multiple hours there, but today I just want to get back home. After I pay for the drink I actually had, I make my way home. But I feel watched, the whole way back. At least I’ll feel better as soon as I’m in bed.

I unlock the front door and walk inside, not paying any mind to the big shadow standing in the hallway, or to how similar it looks to Simon. Instead, I lock the door behind me and shrug off the jacket I’m wearing, hanging it up.

I walk past the shadow and to the staircase leading up and to the bedroom I share…shared with Simon. But something stops me. One word.

“Love?”

I freeze not moving a single muscle. It can’t be him. But it sounds like him. But he’s dead. But it looks like him.

Stiff, almost like a robot, I turn around and look at the shadow. And I see Simon.

“You’re not real.”

I shake my head and start walking up the stairs.

“Love, it’s me. I’m sorry, I-”

I cut him off as I spin around and slap him across the face. That used to get rid of the hallucinations, but…he’s still here. His head whips to the right from the impact, but he doesn’t move.

“Simon…”

He looks at me. He is here. So I touch him.

I place my hands against his chest, against his beating heart.

And it is beating. He is alive. He is here.

I move my hands to his shoulder. They are as broad and hard as I remember.

I move them to his neck, feel his pulse. He is here. He is alive.

“Simon.”

I only realise that I’m crying when Simon lifts his hands and carefully wipes them away.

“Simon.”

A sob wracks through me and I let him wrap his arms around me.

Another sob and I let him pull me closer.

My body shakes as he holds it to his.

His body. Firm and warm. Hard, covered in muscles.

He is here. He is alive.

“You were dead.”

He tightens his hold on me.

“I know, love. I know.”

I claw at his jacket, trying to get him closer.

“I cried for you.”

Again, his hold tightens.

“I know. I wish I could’ve done something. All I could do was watch.”

I continue to cry and sob in his arms.

At some point, Simon picks me up and carries me upstairs. But not to the bed. To the bathroom.

Carefully, he sets me down on the edge of the bathtub before he turns on the shower. With hands, as gentle as I remember them, he undresses me, before he undresses himself.

He navigates me into the shower, before he carefully washes me. All the while, holding me close and consoling me whenever I have another break down.

And then, he leaves me there. He leaves the water on and it feels like he’s gone again. Maybe I just imagined him. Him being here. Him consoling me. Him taking care of me.

But I didn’t.

He joins me in the shower again after ten minutes.

“I just changed the sheets real quick. Let’s get you out of here, princess.”

Once again he picks me up and carries me to the edge of the bathtub. He had placed a towel there, so I don’t feel the cold of the metal when he sets me down.

Carefully, as if I were made out of porcelain he dried my body before he pulled one of his old t-shirts over my head. Once he is dry as well, he carries me into the bedroom and places me on the bed, before he gently tugs me in.

“I’ll be right back, my love. I’ll just get you a glass of water.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead and is about to walk away when I catch his wrist.

“Please don’t leave. Don’t leave me again.”

He turns to look at me and opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

“Simon, please. I…I can’t loose you again.”

Tears are rolling down my cheeks again. And this is what he needed.

He nods and climbs into bed beside me, immediately pulling me close against his chest.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry my love. I’ll never leave you again. I promise. Never again.”

I nod but continue to sob into his chest. And this is how I fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning, alone in bed.

“Simon? Simon!”

Without thinking, I try to rush to the door, but my feet get tangled in the sheets. I fall to the floor, but get up immediately.

Please let him be there. Please let him be alive. Please.

Please please please please please pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseple-

“Love? Are you alright?”

He is here. He is alive.

“You…you are here. You are alive.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His arms immediately wrap around me and support my weight completely.

“Ssh, it’s okay my love. I’m here. I promise you I’m here.”

Like a baby, he started to gently bounce me up and down until I slowly started to calm down. Now I know why that works on babies.

For the rest of the morning, I stay there, wrapped securely in his arms, while he cooks pancakes and cleans the dishes. I even eat in his arms.

And even after that, I’m hesitant to leave them. But I do. I let him set me down on the couch and watch him as he flies through the house and cleaned the messes that had accumulated since his ‘death’.

His ‘death’.

“Why?”

Simon stops in his tracks and turns to look at me.

“Why what, my love?”

I sigh, already feeling bad about asking this question. But I need to know.

“Why did you fake your death? And why didn’t you tell me?”

Now Simon sighs. He puts away the broom and sits down next to me.

“There was a mole in the 141 and we had to flush them out. This was the only way we could think of. I’m so so sorry love. I promise, I tried my best to get them to change their mind. Or to at least let me tell you, but the mole…he had to buy it and…”

“They were afraid I wouldn’t fake it well enough.”

Simon nods, sadness clear in his eyes.

I nod. And I can’t say that I don’t understand. I knew what I was getting into when I started dating him. I just never thought it would go that far.

“Si…please never do that again.”

He shakes his head and picks me up, putting me down on his lap.

“Never, princess. I’ll never leave you again. I swear on my grave.”

At that statement I pull back slightly and look at him. His lips were pulled into a slight smile. And then I start laughing.

“You are such an idiot.”

Simon chuckles and nods before pulling me back onto his chest.

“I’m sorry, love. I just couldn’t help myself.”

I shake my head and cuddle into him and I know this is going to be alright. We are going to be alright.

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hadesforpreswrites · 1 year ago

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dirty laundry, pt. 1

a/n: i wrote this when i was feeling incredibly low. it's based on something that happened to me. the title is from all time low. might have a part 2.

before you read this, be aware that this particular piece deals with the after effects of trauma (rape). it doesn't deal with it right after the incident but it shows how even after over a decade it can still affect someone.

before we proceed further: this is your warning that description of sexual assault on a minor will happen. this is based on truth as well as being a work of fan fiction.

i fought so hard with myself to even post this but was encouraged by @remedyx. if you don't want to read it, please by all means don't. but if you do, please be kind.

if something similar has happened to you, please reach out to me if you feel like you need to talk. i love you, you are worthy.

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: talk of past sexual assault, trauma talk, depictions of depressive episode

word count: 2,585

summary: after seeing something triggering online, y/n is struggling. noah learns some deep secrets of his friend and tries to help.

part two part three part four part five

she’s got her secrets/yeah, i’ve got mine too

meeting friends when you’re adults means you have to understand that you will not know everything about them as easily as if you were kids. it was something that rang true for everyone.

noah understood this and was ready and willing for his friends to have secrets from him. pasts that didn’t want or need to be explained. all that mattered to him was that they were there here and now.

that is until one day when his friend messaged a group chat that consisted of him, andy biersack, and his other friend, scarlett. scarlett messaged them saying that their other friend, one they had planned a birthday party for in this very group chat, was having a very hard time.

that wasn’t new, she had been having a rough go of it off and on for a couple of months. something to do with her meds and the pharmacy being out-of-stock, something that confused the hell out of noah. but something about this time felt different.

noah abruptly stood up, startling his friends that he was with. in his worry and being glued to his phone for the last however many minutes, he had almost forgotten where he was.

“you good, man?” nick asked.

“yeah, i just gotta go do something for a friend.”

“is it y/n?” jolly teased.

“as a matter of fact, yes,” noah said while gathering his things. he waved to his friends, promising to meet up with them again soon, and took off out of the house.

he barely buckled his seatbelt before taking off in his car toward scarlett and y/n’s house. in his relatively short drive, his brain was swirling with possibilities of what was wrong. why had scarlett threatened men specifically? (this time anyway) could he still pick a lock? (probably) what if y/n didn’t want to see them? (she usually did but what if this time was different?) what could he do specifically to make her feel better? (maybe ice cream - she likes ice cream) could he get her to open up and spill this obviously heartbreaking secret to him? (he sure hopes so, but is he prepared for the aftermath?)

he barely registered that he had pulled into the driveway beside andy’s car because it was such an autopilot response to go to their house at this point. he locked his car and walked up to the front door. he didn’t even bother knocking as he entered and was met by the smell of pizza baking in the oven.

“great! everyone’s here!” scarlett said loud enough to be heard throughout the house - obviously trying to get y/n’s attention.

“is she still in there?” noah asked, slipping his shoes off at the door.

“only came out to get water right before we got here,” juliet said, casting a glance down the hall.

“door may be unlocked now though,” scarlett said thoughtfully. “maybe i’ll go peek my head in.”

“i’ll do it,” noah offered, quickly. too quickly if the smirks on his friends’ faces was any indication. he shook his head as he walked down the hall toward y/n’s room.

he knocked softly and listened closely. “i’m fine,” a quiet voice sounded through the wood, followed by a sniffle.

“you don’t sound fine, doll,” he said as he leaned his forehead against the door. “can i come in? please?”

“it’s unlocked.”

when he entered her room, his heart shattered. the ever-present blue twinkle lights she had strung around her room had been shut off, along with any mention of light from anywhere else, except her phone screen. she had her comforter pulled up to her ear with her back facing him.

he shut the door softly behind him and padded across to the bed. he climbed under the covers and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight to him. he felt her stiffen at the contact but not pull away, instead leaning into him once she calmed.

he knew this had to be crossing some sort of imaginary line he’d set for himself but he couldn’t help himself. his friend, honestly probably his best friend, was hurting and that trumped any romantic feelings he has for her.

“when did you get here?” she asked, sniffling again.

“just now. needed to know you were at least physically okay. what happened? i thought you got your meds worked out?” he asked, softly.

“i did. it’s not that. i wish it were that because then i don’t feel like i’ve failed.”

“babe, whatever it is, you haven’t failed anything.”

“yes, i have. i thought i’d worked through it and then i see one thing online and suddenly my brain throws away over a decade of work,” her hand moves to wipe newly fallen tears.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asks, realizing it may be a feeble attempt.

“no. but i should,” she sighs before turning around to face him. “i just don’t want you to think differently of me.”

he keeps his arms firmly around her and chances a kiss to the top of her head. “y/n, i think the world of you and nothing is gonna change that.”

“promise?” he could feel his t-shirt dampen with tears.

he pulled away just enough so he could look her in her eyes. eyes that held a pain he never knew was there. he feels a sense of rage bubble up in him at whoever caused this precious human this amount of pain. “promise.”

she took a steadying breath and began to sit up. they sat side-by-side, backs against the headboard, his legs spread in front of him and hers pulled up to her chest, protecting herself.

“when i was 15, i was in a really bad place. i was undiagnosed, unmedicated, and wanting love. so i took what i could get from whoever i could get it from. i wasn’t promiscuous or anything, in fact i’ve never had sex. i just wanted someone to love me because i couldn’t love myself.

i dated this guy who was all kinds of wrong but i thought i was in love. he kept breaking my heart so one day when we were broken up, i decided to invite his friend over to hang out. i thought he was cute and we made out and stuff but that was as far as i wanted it to go,” she took a breath and a drink of water as tears filled her eyes again.

he knew where this was going and he felt himself getting even more angry but he let her keep going.

“i tried to keep him off me, i really did. he was pulling my shorts so hard and i was trying to keep them on, i thought my nails would break. i kept crying and saying no over and over. but it was like it didn’t matter. like he didn’t hear me. but i know he did because when he stopped, he called me a tease and wiped his hand on a stuffed animal that was near the bed.”

he wanted so badly to hold her and tell her he’d never let that happen to her again, but he held himself back not wanting to make things worse.

she cleared her throat after a moment of pause. “anyway, i was working through it on my own for years and didn’t tell anyone until like a year later. and then when i got in therapy we worked on it for a bit and i thought i had gotten better. but i was scrolling through tumblr and came across this story that was non-con, non-consensual, and it just fucking broke me.

i don’t normally kinkshame or tell people what they shouldn’t do because that’s their business but i’ll never understand non-consensual, rape fantasies. there’s absolutely nothing to fantasize about. it’s humiliating. it’s painful. physically, mentally, and emotionally. it makes you feel like you’ll never be clean again and that you’re not worthy of even the smallest of respect or love.

noah, i worked so hard to make myself believe that i’m not dirty or broken and that i am worthy. i worked so hard and it was just stripped away from me again like it was nothing.”

“i know you did. you always work hard. and let me tell you something,” he moved so he was right in front of her on his knees. he lifted her chin so she looked at him. “you are so worthy. you’re the worthiest person i know. you deserve the world and he doesn’t even deserve a grave. you’re not broken or dirty, you’re strong and beautiful. and i am so lucky to have you in my life, you know that, right? and now you don’t have to work as hard because you won’t be doing it by yourself.”

“promise?” her voice was small.

“i promise,” he confirmed.

she basically launched herself at him with a sob and wrapped her arms around him. he pulled her into his lap and held her. oh how he had imagined this moment, but she was not crying in his imagination.

“will you stay with me?” she asked into his chest.

“always,” he kissed the top of her head.

after some time, she stopped shaking from crying and relaxed in his arms.

“let’s get you some food,” he said.

“ice cream?”

“absolutely,” he chuckled. “but i think scarlett made pizza if you want some of that first. if there’s any left, andy and juliet are here too.”

“i might could do that, then ice cream,” she decided, pulling away from him.

“deal,” he stood up from the bed, taking her with him. after setting her down on her feet, he grabbed her hand - just to make sure she knew he was staying by her side, and they walked toward the kitchen.

“hey, sunshine,” andy said as they emerged from the darkened hallway.

“hey, sorry,” she said as she wrapped an arm around him and then juliet, still holding noah’s hand.

“you don’t have to apologize,” juliet said, as she smoothed the other woman’s hair. “you’re allowed to have people worry about you.”

“we’re more than happy to be those people for you,” andy backed her up.

y/n gave them a small smile and eyed the pizza.

“here’s your gross ass pizza, my love,” scarlett said, handing her a plate with a piece of her favorite pizza on it.

“you’re the best roommate a girl could have,” she said, sitting at the bar by andy, noah sitting on her other side.

“yeah, yeah,” scarlett said, intently watching as y/n took a bite of her pizza.

conversation buzzed around them as she finished her slice, she only wanted one right now - her main focus on the ice cream in her future. noah participated in the conversation on the outside but on the inside he was replaying her story over and over in his head like a movie on loop. he was angry for her. he had questions. but he wasn’t sure when was the right time to ask - though he knew not right now in front of everyone.

he must have zoned out because when he came too he was met with the expectant eyes of y/n.

“sorry, what?”

“ice cream?”

“of course,” he replied, rising from his spot at the bar.

“let me go change real quick,” she said, putting her hand on his arm.

“for why?”

“i’m in pajamas?” she motioned to her shorts and oversized t-shirt. a shirt that he just realized belonged to him at one point.

“we don’t have to get out of the car,” he said, standing up fully. “you look fine.” he didn’t miss the look that andy, juliet, and scarlett passed between them.

“you don’t let people eat in your car,” she trailed off.

he leaned down to look her in the eye, “consider yourself special, then. let’s go.”

before he turned around he caught a glimpse of a blush creep on her face and felt a sense of pride. he didn’t catch the way she looked at scarlett with wide eyes, or the way juliet motioned for her to move. andy was grinning at the whole scene.

she got up and slipped on a pair of sandals that were near the door and followed noah out the door and toward his car. he opened the passenger door for her. “well, thank you kind sir,” she said before sliding into the seat.

he chuckled as he shut the door and jogged around to the driver’s side. once he was buckled and started toward her favorite ice cream place, he chanced a look at y/n as she looked out the window.

“hey,” he said softly. “you okay?”

“i will be,” she answered. “it’s just a lot to process.”

“i can imagine. can i ask you something?”

“of course.”

“when you were telling me what happened, you said that you’d never had sex before it happened?”

“yeah. so my first and only experience with sex was that. which is why i always get weird when you guys start talking about it,” she explained.

“i’d always wondered. wait. did you say your only experience?” he was baffled.

“yeah,” she answered, finally fully looking at him.

“that honestly explains so much. and also i’m so sorry that your experience was that.”

“you don’t have to apologize. it happened. it sucks. it sucks a lot. and sometimes i feel like i’m missing out on a whole world. but most of the time i’m fine.”

“don’t do that,” he scolded.

“do what?”

“minimize your trauma to make you seem more palatable. it’s not helpful. it’s not cute.”

she went quiet and looked away, back out the window.

he kicked himself. that came out a lot harsher than he meant. he pulled into a parking spot at the ice cream place and told her to sit tight while he went to get the ice cream. she didn’t argue.

“y/n,” he said when he slid back into his seat, ice cream in hand.

she was surprised to see he got exactly what she wanted, not that she deviated from what she liked all that often. she just wasn’t aware of how much he paid attention to her.

“i didn’t-” he started. “i didn’t mean for that to come out that way. i just meant that i don’t want you to minimize with me. you’re allowed to feel however you feel.”

“i know. i just guess i didn’t realize that’s what i was doing.”

“you do it all the time, doll. i just never knew why and i think i get it now.”

she smiled softly. “how did you know which ice cream i wanted?” she knew the change in subject wouldn’t go unnoticed but hoped he would catch on that she didn’t want to talk about it anymore for the time being.

he pulled out his phone and went to the notes app. “i keep track of your favorites.”

she blushed. “why?”

“haven’t caught on yet?” he smirked at her.

“caught on to what?”

“i’m practically at your beck and call. i let you and no one else eat in my car. i apparently let you wear my clothes,” he gestured to the t-shirt she was wearing.

“noah, i don’t understand.”

“how can someone be so smart and so blind at the same time? i’m basically in love with you, dummy.”

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idontplaytrack · 7 months ago

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MY CHARMED ONE [5]

Capri Donahue x Harper Sibling!fem reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions + slight descriptions of the death of reader & darby’s mom(flashbacks)

In which reader gets rudely woken up by a nightmare and gets comforted by Capri

Capri walks out from the bathroom and turned the light off. And as soon as she sat back down in bed, you stirred in your sleep and almost instantly got jolted awake then was sobbing your eyes out. “Baby, baby…it’s okay, baby. It’s alright. You’re okay.” Capri wraps you in a hug without hesitation, rubbing your back, “What’s the matter, darling?”

“I keep getting the same nightmare…of my Mom and Darby drowning, my Dad telling me she died.” You sniffled, “It’s been- the same thing for a week.” Feeling the snot dripping down from your nose, you pull away from the hug. She grabs you a tissue to wipe it off with, then Capri cups your face, swiping your tears away with her thumbs.

“You’re safe here, darling. You’ll be okay, hm? I’m right here with you.”

Tears still threatened to fall with your emotions still running high. You no longer felt sleepy- wanting to get out of bed. “Baby, it’s not even four in the morning. Where are you going?”

“To wash my face.” You told her shakily, “I don’t even feel like sleeping anymore.”

“Okay.” Capri shifted herself so her legs now hung off the bed as she watched you enter the bathroom to wash up, not even bothering to turn the lights on. “Baby, do you want something to drink? Maybe some tea?”

“It’s fine, just go back to sleep.” You told her.

“No.” She disagreed. You didn’t even say anything back before she started making her way to the kitchen. After you’ve washed and dried your face, you headed for the kitchen to look for her.

“Capri, could you…take me to visit my Mom tomorrow?”

She nodded, looking at you once she hears your voice, “I’ll go with you, honey.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up so early.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Capri assured, “Come here, baby.” She snakes an arm around your waist while waiting for the water to finish boiling. “I’ll make you some camomile tea, okay? Then let’s try sleeping a couple hours more.” She knew how tired you’ve been- she’s sees it. No doubt. So you didn’t even bother trying to disagree. Thankfully, with her holding you, you eventually managed to sleep till 8am.

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After breakfast, you and Capri took a drive to go visit your Mom at her resting place. You haven’t been there in a while, purely because of how hard it was to do so. However, you’ve always had a habit of talking to her before bed nearly every night- of course it was a silent conversation usually.

On the way there, you had Capri stop at a flower shop to get a few of your mom’s favourite. “All set?”

“Yup.”

“Alright, here we go.” She began driving again, you stared out the window in the meantime as she kept a hand on your thigh.

Once there, you and Capri walked through rows and rows before you managed to locate your mom’s headstone. You placed the small bunch of flowers down then sat on the grass. Capri sat down as well, “Oh, would you rather have me leave for a few?”

“No, it’s okay. You can stay.”

“Hi, Mommy. Happy early birthday.” You began, “I’m sorry I haven’t came by in a few months. It’s always been hard for me to come here. So I hope you could hear me while I talked to you every night, almost. Anyway, I’m with Capri now, and Darby’s on better terms with her. I also almost got hit by a car a few weeks ago but Capri saved me. With her power- how cool’s that? Don’t worry about me, Mom. Capri’s taking good care of me. Maybe you sent her into my life right when I needed her the most, and I’m certain you did. So…thank you.”

“I’m very lucky to have her as my partner, Mrs. Harper. She’s the sweetest and most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Not to mention so incredibly strong, intelligent and talented.” Capri added on. You smiled, leaning your head onto her shoulder.

You blinked and looked up because you saw a pair of legs approach you and Capri.

“I’ve been watching over you, my dear girl.” You heard your Mom, “You’re going to do some great things in the future- I’m so proud of you, y/n.” Then through your clouded vision, you met her eyes and her smile. The same one you always remembered. You were in disbelief and smiled back tearfully. “Remember that I’m always going to be with you in whatever way, shape or form. I hear you all the time- you can always talk to me. Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m doing very well over here.”

You gave her a subtle nod but a bright smile. Relief, excitement and pure joy washed over you all at once. You’ve finally seen her. After such a long time.

“I love you so much, Mommy.” You kissed your hand and tapped the headstone. With that, she disappears, orbing away.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mhm.” You sniffled, “Never better.”

Once on the road again, you told Capri about what happened. “I could feel it.” Capri said nonchalantly, “I couldn’t see anything but I felt it. Besides, the way you were looking up and directly in one area? Kinda tells me she was there. I’m glad you got to see her for a bit.”

You nodded, “Darby’s always been the one to be able to experience that. I’m glad I’ve finally had my own chance.”

“Do you feel better?” She asks cautiously.

“I do. I think this was just what I needed after the week of repetitive dreams.” You nodded firmly. “Thanks for coming along with me, Capri.”

She brushes her thumb over your knuckles soothingly, “Of course, my love. Anytime.”

#auli’i cravalho #capri donahue #darby and the dead #lgbtqia #queer #wlw #wlw fanfic #wlw fluff #fanfiction #my charmed one #drabble

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angelasscribbles · 2 years ago

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Friendship

Series: None, this is a one-shot and you can find those here.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Constantine x Eleanor, Jackson x Bianca, but really it's about the beginning of Liam and Drake's friendship.

Rating: G

Warnings for this chapter: None

Word Count: 1,894

A/N: I had written the first couple of paragraphs over a year ago then put it away with no real idea where it was going. Then @kingliamappreciationweek happened and I decided to dust this off and finish it for childhood/family and friendships/relationships. I'm late, but here it is.

My other stuff: Master List.

Liam was a serious child. Even as a toddler, people would remark about his solemn expression. It wasn’t that he never smiled, he did. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy, he was. There had just always been an aura of thoughtfulness surrounding him. The portrait his mother had commissioned of him for his second birthday showed a somber child. He sat in an elaborate Baroque throne chair with dark red crushed velvet upholstery and a gold leaf finish. He was dressed in a toddler suit with short pants, showing his legs, still chubby with baby fat, his ebony hair brushed back from his face as he gazed solemnly out at the photographer.

Despite that, he was a friendly child who learned by the age of four that being charming got him whatever he wanted from the nannies and the kitchen staff.

A heartfelt, “Please?” netted him cookies, cakes, candies, and plenty of baklava. No one could withstand the cuteness of the little prince. Especially his mother.

His first smiles, at three months old, were for Eleanor. As he grew into a toddler and preschooler, she remained his favorite person, that somber expression turning into a wide faced grin at the sound of her voice or the sight of her face.

She read to him, she played with him, she took him on walks in the garden. She was the antidote to his father’s seriousness.

By the age of six, Liam had learned that his father’s affections were less frequent and harder earned. The bulk of Constantine’s attention went to Liam’s older brother, because Leo was going to be king, and Liam was not. He was only the spare.

Liam never resented Leo for it. He loved him. Leo was his second favorite person in the world, after Eleanor. He started toddling along behind him as soon as he could walk. Leo was older, cooler, and knew all the best games.

Leo was also a frequent rule breaker, while Liam was not. On this particular day, Leo and Olivia had decided to sneak away from the nannies and play in the woods behind the palace.

Leo had read to him until he bored of it. Pushing the stack of books away he exclaimed, “I can’t stand being inside for another moment! Let’s go out to play!”

“Finally!” Olivia cast the copy of Little Women she’d been reading to the side as she jumped up from the oversized beanbag in the corner of the library.

“I want to come too!” Liam scrambled quickly to his feet. He had learned the hard way that if he didn’t keep up with the older kids, he’d be left behind.

“Sure,” Leo shrugged, “but you have to be quiet until we get past the hedge maze.”

“Past the hedge maze?” Liam asked in alarm, “We aren’t supposed to go past the hedge maze! Father said-“

“Father doesn’t have to know, does he?”

“Maybe you should stay here, Liam,” Olivia said sagely, “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Liam thought for a moment, taking in Leo’s amusement and Olivia’s smug sureness that he would stay behind. He drew in a deep breath and squared his shoulders, “No. I’ll go!”

“Are you sure, Li?” Leo asked with a laugh, “Last time you got caught breaking the rules, you cried.”

Liam flushed with embarrassment. Father had been so angry. He didn’t like to make anyone angry, “I didn’t mean to break the vase.”

“Hey,” the amusement disappeared from Leo’s face, replaced with sympathy, “It’s okay! It wasn’t even your fault, I’m the one that talked you into playing football in the great room!”

“It’s okay, Liam,” Olivia placed a hand on his shoulder as she leaned down, “but I heard there’s fresh baklava in the kitchen. You should go get some!”

“Yeah…okay….” He agreed half-heartedly.

He picked up an illustrated copy of Where the Wild Things Are with a sigh as he watched Leo and Olivia sneak giggling down the hallway toward the garden doors.

Thirty minutes later he was perched on a stool at one of the marble counters in the place kitchen, shoving baklava into his mouth as he turned the pages of his book when he heard unfamiliar voices.

He turned away from his book in interest as the head of the King’s Guard entered the room with a man and a woman Liam had never seen before. Trailing behind the adults were two children.

Liam’s eyes widened as he took in the new arrivals. A little girl with dark curls and wide eyes took in everything around her in wonder. A boy that looked to be about the same age as himself kept his gaze trained on the floor indifferently, a shock of chestnut hair falling into his eyes; hands stuffed into his pockets.

Liam twisted back and forth on the stool in excitement, nearly tumbling out of it as he did.

“Careful there young master!” The pastry chef caught him before he could fall.

“Sorry!” Liam exclaimed as he twisted out of her grasp, his head spinning to keep track of the children, “Who are they? I want to go say hi! Can I?”

“Certainly!” She laughed as she released him and watched as he sprinted across the travertine tile.

The group had moved into the formal dining room when Liam caught up with them, skidding around a corner and colliding directly with the head of the King’s Guard. “Ooof! Sorry!”

“It’s alright,” Captain Sullivan helped him to his feet, “What’s the big hurry?”

“I wanted to meet the kids!” Liam ducked his head, suddenly a little shy, “Who are they? What are they doing here?”

“Okay, okay, slow down!” The captain laughed, “I’ll introduce you! Your Highness, this is the newest member of the guard, Jackson Walker, his wife Bianca and their children, Drake and Savannah. Everyone, this is Prince Liam.”

Liam sucked in a breath of surprise; he knew that some members of the guard lived at the palace. He felt like he was about to explode with excitement. Please let them live here, he prayed furiously. Out loud he said, “I’m very pleased to meet you.”

“And we’re very pleased to meet you,” Jackson shook his hand.

The girl shoved her way in front of her parents, a look of awe on her face, “Are you an honest to God, real life prince?”

“I am.” Liam grinned at her.

“It’s nice to meet you Liam,” Bianca told him before pushing the boy forward, “Isn’t it Drake? Can you say hi to the prince?”

Drake shuffled forward awkwardly, lifted his eyes to Liam’s face for a moment then dropped them as he mumbled, “Hi.”

“Can they come play with me?” Liam directed the question to the adults, lacing the fingers of both hands through each other as he pleaded, “Pleeeeease?”

“Oh, yes!” Savannah squealed, clapping her hands as she jumped up and down, adding her pleas to his, “Can we please?”

“I think that would be okay,” Jackson replied, “What you think, son? Would you like to go play with Liam?”

The sullen faced little boy lifted his copper and gold flecked eyes again and found Liam’s face. Drake’s determination to hate everything about this new place faltered a little as saw the genuine excitement bubbling over in the other child. “I guess that would be okay. What do you want to do?”

“Yes!” Liam jumped up into the air with joy, “We can play whatever you want! Hide and seek, or tag in the gardens, we have board games, video games, we could ride bicycles if we get the nannies to supervise us or we could play sword fighting-“

“You have swords?” Drake’s eyes widened with interest.

“Wooden ones but-“

“Can I dad?” Drake turned to Jackson hopefully.

“Yes, go on. We’ll come find you later.” Jackson squeezed Bianca’s hand as they watched their children scurry down the hall with the prince. Relief flooded his wife’s features, mirroring his own. Drake had been the child they had been most worried about adjusting to the move, but he seemed to be warming to the place already.

“What’s it like being a prince and living in a palace?” Savannah asked as she hurried to keep up with the older boys.

“Boring,” came the instant reply.

“Really?” Savannah sounded disappointed.

Drake laughed and Liam’s smile broadened at the sound as he elaborated, “The other kids in the palace are all older than me and no one ever wants to play.”

He was lonely.

“Drake comes up with all the best games,” Savannah told him.

“Is that right?”

“That’s right,” Drake agreed, “Where is this playroom you’re taking us to?”

“Fifth door on the left,” Liam pointed down a long hallway.

“Race you,” Drake grinned at him, “Winner gets to pick his sword first!”

“Okay-“ Liam started to agree but Drake was already sprinting down the hall. It only took a second for Liam to realize what was happening and tear off after him.

The three children tumbled through the playroom door panting and shrieking with laughter.

Drake collapsed onto the floor in purposeful exaggeration as he gasped, “I’m dying….but I won!”

“You cheated you mean!” Liam laughed as he dropped onto the ground next to him.

“It wasn’t cheating,” Drake corrected him, “It’s called gaining a tactical advantage!”

Liam was used to other children being awkward around him, letting him win games or actively trying to avoid playing with him, because of his status. The young prince was absolutely delighted by this new playmate’s utter lack of concern about his title.

Drake had been convinced that the princes would be stuffy, stuck up and boorish. He was thrilled to be proven wrong. He hadn’t wanted to move, yet again. He hadn’t wanted to give up his friends, yet again. His father had promised that this duty station was more permanent. He had been determined not to get attached to anything or anyone, but as they staged epic battles with the wooden swords, of which Liam had let him claim the best one, he found the heaviness that had sat in his chest since his parent’s had announced this move starting to loosen.

The boys quickly became inseparable.

In the weeks and months that followed, Liam became less somber, at least around Drake. He was still a serious, thoughtful child, but he had a quicker smile as Drake drew out his playful side. Drake became less guarded, at least around Liam. He was still a slow to warm up child, but he turned outward a little more as Liam gained his trust.

“Drake seems to be adjusting well,” Eleanor remarked as a maid set the tea service in front of her.

“He is!” Bianca agreed happily, “It’s been four months and he seems completely back to normal! I think it’s because of Liam, honestly.”

Eleanor nodded with a smile on her lips as she blew on her tea to cool it, “Liam is so happy to have a playmate of his own. He’s a different child now. I think this friendship is good for both of them.”

The two women turned to watch as the boys raced through the gardens, shouts and laughter filtering through the late morning air. It was a beautiful day, the children were happy and for the moment, all was well in Cordonia.

#kingliamappreciationweek #klaw day 4 #klaw day 5 #king liam #liam rys #little liam #liam drake bromance #the royal romance #prince liam #childhood #Cordonia #angelasscribbles #trr #choices trr #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #one shot

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years ago

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The Move To Sunnyvale - Part 7

Series Masterlist

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

Part Seven <3 | Previous Part

July 9th, 1985

9:21 AM

Today, you were officially twenty one.

You didn’t feel any older, but then again, who did when they became one more year closer to their death?

Okay, so maybe you had a love-hate relationship with your birthday, and maybe it was because it was ten days before the anniversary of your brother’s death, and the Nightwing massacre.

It was the dreaded day that played a big role in both yours and Nick’s life, a day that had a huge impact on the both of you, and you didn’t even know each other at the time.

You sit up in bed, the spot next to you feeling cold. You frown as you get up, lazily throwing your discarded pillows back on the bed that had been kicked off during the night.

You open your bedroom door at the same time the front door opens, and you watch with a small smile as Nick walks in, a box in one hand and a gift bag in the other. You lean against the doorframe as he looks over at you, his signature smirk on his lips.

“Wow,” you drag the word out. “Look who got up before me for once.”

“I always get up before you,” the smirk is still there as he walks over to you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he hands you the box. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly, taking the box and opening it. “Ooh, cupcakes for breakfast.”

“Yeah, I thought you could use something sweet to start your day,” he puts the bag on the coffee table. “I got them from that bakery you like in Sunnyvale. They’re lemon-blueberry or something.”

“Or something,” you mumble with a grin, swiping a bit of icing on your finger and bringing it to your mouth. “Wait, you went all the way to Sunnyvale just for cupcakes? How long have you been up?”

“About three hours,” Nick answers, grabbing your free hand with one of his. He uses his other to wipe away a bit of icing that was on your lip, a small smile forming on your face at the gesture. “I have to go to training soon.”

Your brows furrow and you close the box again. “Oh,”

“Yeah,” he tilts your chin up and meets your eyes. “James wants me there until one, but after that, I’m all yours.”

“Okay, no worries,” you smile up at him, a bit disappointed that you wouldn’t be spending your morning with your boyfriend. But, you knew how strict Mike could be sometimes. “Wait, James?”

Nick looks confused for a second before he raises his brows. “I guess I didn’t tell you,” he says as he grabs his training bag from the table. “James is my new trainer.”

You put the box down next to the gift bag. “What happened with Mike?”

“That’s a good question,” he laughed, placing the strap over his shoulder. “No one has heard from him for over a month now.”

“That’s…” You trail off. “Concerning.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not the first time he’s done this,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “By the way, do not open your gift until I come back, okay? I want to be there when you see what’s inside.” He pulls away and starts walking to the door.

“You can’t say that to me and then leave,” you say in shock. “You’re going to make me wait, what, four hours?”

He laughed again. “It’ll be worth it, I promise,” he opened the door but paused, his hand on the frame. “I know you haven’t been answering Beth’s calls, but maybe try hanging out with Emma for a bit. You shouldn’t be alone on your birthday.”

“Yeah, I’ll call her after I shower,” you nod and walk towards the bathroom. “Have fun at training. I love you.”

“Thank you,” he grinned. “I love you, too.”

Before you could open the door to the bathroom, knocks were heard on the door that Nick had just left through. You walk the few steps to it, swinging it open without looking to see who it was.

Without warning, Nick’s lips were on yours, kissing you with a force that left you feeling breathless. You barely had time to kiss back before he was pulling away, his signature smirk plastered on his lips. “Have a good morning, babe,”

You grin. “You too,”

The door closed again as you walked back over to the box of cupcakes. As you make your way over to the fridge, you hear someone knocking again. You playfully roll your eyes as you put the box in the fridge, walking over to the door for the second time and swinging it open.

“You’re gonna be late-” you cut yourself off when you realize it wasn’t Nick on the other side.

“Hi,” Beth says,

You narrow your eyes as your hand grips the doorframe. “What are you doing here, Beth?”

She looks confused as she shakes her head. “What do you mean? It’s your birthday.”

“I know. I didn’t think you cared,”

Beth looked beyond offended at your words. “Of course I care. Look, I’m so sorry about what happened at the bar. Really I am,” she looks down at the floor, playing with her fingers. “I miss you. Let’s spend the day together. You and me. Sober.”

“That sounds great,” you start, watching as the hope builds up in her eyes. “But I can’t.”

The hope shatters and her face falls. “Why not?”

You sigh, mentally debating on whether or not she even deserves to know what’s been happening in your life lately.

Why not? Maybe this’ll make her realize that you won’t be listening to her endless complaints about your boyfriend anymore. “Nick’s coming over later.”

Her eyes widen as she takes a step back, your words seeming to have physically assaulted her .“You’re back with Nick?” She asked, not bothering to hide her surprise. She had a look of betrayal on her face and you could feel your anger begin to build up. “Are you serious? I fuck up once and you go running back to him?”

“I never should have left him,” you mimic her tone, making her raise her brows in shock. Your words weren’t necessarily true. Technically, Nick left you, but only after you blew up on him for wanting to see you more often, like a normal boyfriend. That was your mistake, and you realized that almost instantly. “And trust me, you’ve fucked up way more than once. I was stupid for thinking I needed time away from him and I was stupid for listening to you and your lying self. If Nick was any of the things you said he was, we wouldn’t be back together right now, but we are.”

At her hurt look, you sigh and shake your head. You could easily go on, but what was the point? Nothing would come of it. You’d still be in the same place you started in, and you refused to waste anymore time arguing with your best friend.

“I’m done with this,” you say quietly, watching as her shoulders drop in what could only be described as relief. “We’ve wasted enough of both our lives arguing. I don’t want to do it anymore.”

Beth nodded, looking down at the patterned carpet of the hallway. “I get it. I don’t want to do it anymore, either,” she mumbled, looking back up at you. “I just wanted to see my best friend on her birthday.”

You sigh quietly, shifting your weight onto your right leg as you lean against the door. “Look, I’m busy for the rest of the day,” you start and watch as her face falls in disappointment. “But come over tomorrow.”

Her eyes widened at your words, a jolt of happiness shooting through her as she nodded.

“We’ll have a self care day,” you offer, a tight smile on your lips. “We haven’t done that in a while.”

“Okay,” she nods again. “Tomorrow, then. That gives me enough time to go out today to get you a gift.”

You shake your head quickly, your hand reaching out to grab her arm as she goes to turn around. “You don’t have to get me anything,”

Beth waved you off, a grin on her face. “Yeah, yeah. One gift won’t break me,” she laughed, turning once more. She took one step before pausing and looking back at you. “So…Nick. Are you guys, you know, back to what it was like before?”

Her question caught you off guard. She had never been interested in your relationship with Nick, so you weren’t at all expecting her to ask about it.

It was no surprise that your relationship with Nick went back to normal almost instantly. You two were meant to be together, that much was obvious at how miserable you both were when you were separated.

“Yeah,” you answer, a genuine smile on your lips. “It’s good. We’re good.”

Beth nods, a shaky sigh leaving her as she gives you one last, though now forced, smile. “I’m glad,” she stepped away from you, raising her hand up to wave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,”

1:57 PM

You lie back on the couch, your head softly hitting the armrest as you blow out a puff of air from your mouth. Staring up at the ceiling, you rest your hands on your stomach, finding comfort in the quiet that surrounds you.

Looking over to your left, your eyes focus on the framed picture that was placed on the coffee table. It was a picture of you, Beth and Emma with your arms around one another. It was taken at her wedding, before Beth had taken you away and scolded you on your choice of love interest. It was a birthday present from Emma, and you nearly cried when you opened it.

Nearly.

You lift your head when you hear the sound of the door opening, smiling instantly when Nick stumbled in. He meets your eyes as he takes his bag off his shoulder, dropping it next to the door before making his way over to you. “Hey,” he says, breathlessly as he leans down to kiss you quickly.

“Hi,” you say back, sitting up so your lower back was against the armrest instead.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says as he sits next to you, his hand grabbing one of your ankles. He places your leg so it was resting on his lap, his head falling back against the couch. “James was in a mood today and took it out on me.”

You laugh, moving your other leg onto his lap. “It’s okay. Emma only left about ten minutes ago,”

Nick hums, his fingers lightly running up and down your bare skin. “How was your morning?”

“It was really good,” you beam, reaching over and grabbing the picture. You hand it to him, leaning back when he takes it from you. “It was a gift from Emma.”

Nick nods while looking at the picture. “That’s nice, babe,” he leaned forward and placed it back on the table, grabbing the bag he put there earlier while he sat back. “Open mine now.”

You grin, taking the bag from him. Pulling out the tissue paper (that was clumsily placed inside), and taking out the first small box, you peel away the paper. You open it, your teeth digging into your lower lip as you fight back a smile. Carefully, you take the gold bracelet out of the box, draping it over your fingers. “This is so pretty,” you say, admiring the way the lights reflected off the chain. “Will you put it on me?”

Nick nods as you hold out your hand to him. He clasps it around your wrist as you use your free hand to take the other box out. At the sight of the second one, Nick visibly tenses, his hands finding themselves on your legs again.

You take the top off the box, tossing it onto the coffee table as you remove the paper from inside. Instantly, your eyes widen, mouth opening slightly as you stare at the small object. “Nick,” you trail off, taking the key in your fingers. “What is this?”

“A key,” he states the obvious and takes it from you. “To our new apartment in Sunnyvale.”

Your head shoots up, eyes meeting his as the box falls from your hand. “What?”

Nick takes one of your hands in his free one. “I know we only just got back together, but there wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t think about you. I love you and I want to be able to see you everyday for the rest of my life,” his thumb rubbed against your knuckles. Your eyes stung as you took in his words, leaning forward slightly. “I know I already asked you a few months back, and I know you said you weren’t ready…..and I know I said I’d be more patient with you, but I need to ask you again. Will you move in with me? In our own place?”

You sit in silence as you digest what he said. Sure, you just got back together, but your hearts, as cheesy and weird as it may sound, were always intertwined as one. You knew that much. And for some reason, that was all you needed.

“You don’t have to answer right away, take some time to-” you cut him off by crawling on top of him, your hands placed on either side of his face.

“I don’t need anymore time,” you say before pressing your lips to his. You share a searing kiss before Nick pulls away, his hands gripping your waist tightly.

“Wait,” he says. “What are you saying?”

You grin, brushing your nose against his. “Yes,” you murmur, giving him a chaste kiss. “I’m saying yes.”

July 10th, 1985

12:23 PM

The knocks at your door were quick and impatient, a telltale sign that it was Beth who stood outside your apartment.

You put down the notepad you were writing in and answer the door, smiling at the sight of your best friend. “Hey,”

“Hi!” She said cheerfully, wrapping her arms around you. “Aren’t you so excited for our girls day? I am.”

“Yeah,” you step aside, letting her enter your apartment. “Should be fun.”

“Fun?” She scoffed playfully, turning around to face you once you closed the door. “It’s going to be awesome. Look at all the stuff I brought.” It was then that you noticed the rather large bag that was resting on her shoulder.

Without warning, she dumped the bag onto the coffee table you just finished cleaning off. She picked up the bottle of red nail polish, grinning at you.

“I was thinking we could paint each other’s nails,” she beamed, sitting down on the couch, patting the spot next to her. You bite down on your nail as you sit beside Beth, staying still as she inched closer. “Can I paint yours first?”

You nod, a tight lipped smile gracing your face. Holding your hand out to her, you allow her to put it on her lap, her fingers picking up your thumb as she begins painting the bright red polish onto your nail.

Looking forward, your eyes land on the picture Emma gave you. Beth looks at it too, a smile forming on her lips. “I love that picture of us,” she said quietly.

You smile as well. “Me too,”

Beth sighs as she looks back down at your hand, continuing to smear the polish on your index finger. “I really am sorry,” she mumbled and suddenly you’re taken back to the conversation from yesterday. “I shouldn’t have left you at the bar. That was really dumb and really selfish of me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something had happened to you because of me.”

Shaking your head, you place your other hand on her arm. “Don’t worry about it,” you say. “I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you, with what happened with John and everything.”

She shakes her head this time. “My relationship problems aren’t your responsibility, and I didn’t realize that until it was too late,” she murmured, not meeting your eyes as she finishes the last nail on your left hand. “I’ll be fine.”

“Yes, you will be,” you confirm, smiling at her.

She gave you a half smile in return, moving onto your other hand. “So, enough of this. Tell me about your birthday. How was it?”

“It was good. I missed you, but I’m glad we’re doing this now,”

“Me too,” she repeated your words from earlier. “There, now don’t move your hands unless you want red nail polish all over your couch.”

You laugh, sitting back and resting your hands flat against your thighs.

As Beth put the bottle back on the coffee table, the yellow pages of your notepad caught her attention. “What’s this?” She asked, pushing the brushes and makeup off of it as she picked it up. Boxes, markers, tape, bubble wrap. Her brows furrow as she reads the list. “What is this?”

At her repeated question, you looked over, your eyes widened when you saw what she was holding. “Shit,” you say quietly, sinking into yourself as you try to cower away from her.

“Are you moving?” She asked, turning to face you. When she doesn’t get a response, only a guilty look from you, she finally puts the pieces together. “He asked you to move in, didn’t he?”

There was no point in lying to her, not that you wanted to in the first place. You sigh, your shoulders dropping. “Yes,”

“And you’re actually going to?”

“Yes,”

She looked away when you said that, her eyes reading the list once more before she dropped the pad back onto the table, knocking a few of her items off as she did so. “Wow,” she mumbled. “I didn’t know you guys were that serious.”

It was a fib, really, and you both knew it. Beth was probably the first person to know how serious your relationship with Nick was.

“What about your placement at the hospital?”

“I’ve got it all figured out,” you say. “Nick will drop me off on the days he has training and I’ll drive myself on days he doesn’t.”

“Wow,” she says again, sighing shakily afterwards.

“Beth,” you trail off, looking at the back of her head.

“I’m going to be all alone,” her words broke your heart and you quickly shook your head, sitting up so you could look her in the eyes.

“No, you’re not,” you say, grabbing onto her arm and making her look at her. “Nick and I have already planned it. Everyday he has training, he’s going to take me with him and I can come hang out with you. I’m not abandoning you, I promise.”

Beth sighed shakily, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “It’s all happening so fast,”

You rest your chin on her shoulder. “I’m not leaving you,” you reassure her, wrapping your arm around her middle. “I’m still going to see you all the time. I just won’t be next door.”

She looked over at you, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “I liked having you next door,”

July 11th, 1985

2:34 PM

“Why do you need this many boxes?” Will asked as Nick shoved three folded pieces of cardboard into his brother’s arms. “Can’t you just fit everything in your car? I thought the new place you bought was only a few blocks down from your current one.”

“It is,” Nick said, grabbing duct tape, an x-acto knife and black markers. “They’re not for me.”

Will stopped in the middle of the aisle, confusion taking over his features. “Who are they for, then?”

Nick looked back at the younger Goode, his brow raising. “Have you not been listening to a word I’ve said this week?”

Will shrugged, tucking the boxes under his arm.

Rolling his eyes, Nick turned back to the shelves. “Y/n is moving in with me,”

At that, Will nearly dropped the boxes, his free arm reaching out to Nick and turning him back around. “What?”

The eldest son had a blank expression, making Will roll his eyes this time.

“I thought you dumped her? Shattered her poor heart into a million pieces,” he continued. “Emphasis on the ‘poor’ part.”

Nick glared at him. “She’s not poor,” you fucking moron. “And I told you that we got back together.”

“Yeah, but I thought you were talking about a different ex-girlfriend,” Will went on. “You know, like Mia or someone.”

“Mia is your ex-girlfriend,”

Will’s raised brows dropped, realization taking over his face. “Oh, right,” he trailed off. “This Y/n girl, she’s from Shadyside, right?”

Nick’s shoulders tensed up as he closed his eyes, attempting to calm the annoyance building up inside him. “Yes,”

“Right, so she’s poor,” Will nodded, switching the boxes to his other arm. “Why else would she be making you buy her boxes?”

“I offered,” Nick said sternly, looking his brother in the eye. “She’s at work right now.”

“‘Work’, okay,” Will said sarcastically. “Where does she work, on the corner of Fifth Avenue?”

Nick’s entire frame straightened up at Will’s assumption of you. He was walking on thin ice here, and he knew it. “What are you implying?”

“Nothing, man,” Will raised his free hand up in surrender. “But I’m telling you, chicks from Shadyside can’t be trusted. She’s just using you, man, and one day you’re going to see it, too.”

Grabbing two more boxes, Nick shoved them into Will’s chest, trying his absolute best to not strangle his only sibling in the middle of the department store. “Just take these up to the front,”

Will rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, brother,”

Oh, how Nick hated being related to the self-obsessed scum that is Will Goode.

The youngest Goode walked up to the counter, dropping the boxes onto it rather loudly, making Nick scoff at his blatant rudeness. Will paid him no mind as he looked in thought, his mind clouded with something Nick couldn’t comprehend. “Hey,” he says. “This Y/n girl, have I ever met her?”

Nick looked around the store as he thought back to the entirety of your relationship. “No,”

Will smacked his brother in the shoulder. “Dude!” He said, making Nick glare at him as he took out the money to pay for the supplies, giving the young girl behind the counter an apologetic smile. “You were together for a while, man. How come I never met her?’

“I don’t know,” Nick knew exactly why. His brother was an idiot and would no doubt fill your mind with thoughts about being unworthy of being with him and how you would never be one of them. Whatever that means. “Just never came up, I guess.”

“Hey, is she working next Friday?”

Nick eyed his brother at the weird question. “Yeah, why?”

“What time?”

“One to eight, why?”

“Just wondering,” Will shrugged. “Maybe you and I can actually act like brothers for once and get together for drinks or something.”

“Seriously?” Nick laughed, not realizing that Will wasn’t joking. “Oh. Um, yeah, sure.”

Will squinted at his older brother, seeming to have decided to drop the conversation as he asked, “I’m hungry, want to go get food after this?”

8:49 PM

You just finished changing into a tank top and sweats when you hear knocking (thumping, really) on the door.

Knotting your hair in a bun, you make your way to the door and swing it open, your eyes widening slightly at sight. Standing there, balancing a heap of folded boxes in his arms, was your boyfriend. “Hi,” he says, moving his head so you could see it over the cardboard.

“Hi,” you say back, quickly taking a few of the boxes away from him, setting them on the table. “Wow, you got a lot of those.”

Nick, after dropping the stack of boxes, as well as a plastic bag, on the table, turned to you, his brow raised. “Do you see how much junk you have in this place?” He asked, making your mouth fall open slightly as he gestures his hand around your apartment. “You’re a hoarder.”

“Hey,” you laugh, reaching over to pull his hand down. “I was planning on getting rid of a bunch of stuff for the move. It’s a shared space, right? Can’t have all this crowding the place.”

“Right,” Nick nodded, grabbing a piece of cardboard and folding it so it actually formed a box. As he dropped it on the ground next to the table, he grinned over at you. “You look hot.”

You scoffed at that, shaking your head at his words. “I barely look presentable,” you say, grabbing the recently folded tablecloth that your mother gave you when you moved out. It was outdated and not the prettiest shade (and you were sure you’d never use it), but you couldn’t bring yourself to throw it out. Holding it above the box, you look up at Nick, a small smile on your face. “Once this enters the box, I will officially be in the process of moving.”

Nick smiled at that and it only grew when you dropped the fabric into the awaiting box, his eyes following the item all the way down. “What’s next?”

“Depends,” you move away from the table and towards the couch, running your hands over the neatly folded blanket that was draped over the backrest. “When do you plan on moving into the new place?”

“The sixteenth,”

Your playful smile dropped instantly. “Of this month?”

At your panic, Nick leaned against the back of the couch, crossing his arms as he nodded, a sly smirk on his lips.

“What the fuck, Nick! Did you pick the earliest date or what?”

He shrugged, keeping his arms crossed. “I couldn’t wait any longer,”

Your brows furrowed, your hand coming to press to your forehead. “There’s no way that’s gonna be enough time. That only gives me, what, just under a week to get everything packed?”

Nick nodded again, crossing one leg over the other, finding your reaction more funny than he should. “Better get going,”

You spin on your heel, grabbing another box before taking off towards your room, not glancing back as you say loudly, “Start on the living room and I’ll start on my room,”

He laughs to himself, looking down at his black converse before standing up and beginning to pack up your living room.

July 16th, 1985

11:32 AM

“Are you sure you have everything? Maybe you should go back and check,” Beth says, her arm linked with yours as you walked down the hall of your former apartment complex. At your side glance, she shrugged. “Just to be sure.”

“Beth,” you say, adjusting your hold on the small box that was full of your fragile belongings, the picture of you, Beth and Emma at her wedding sitting on the top. “You and I both checked twice now. I have everything.”

She looked conflicted as she held the door open for you.

“Besides, it’s not like I’m moving to another state or something,” you pointed out as you walked towards your car. “If I did forget something, it’ll be easy to get it back.”

“But-”

“Beth,” you cut her off. “I have everything.”

She sighed but nodded, her expression going cold as makes eye contact with Nick. He was leaning against your car, his left arm draped over the top of the back door that was open. He looked extremely attractive, his body being covered by grey sweats and a black t-shirt, his usual black converse completing the outfit. Your outfit was similar, grey sweatpants that matched his and a black tank top. You were moving and knew that wearing jeans would be so uncomfortable, so why dress up? “Nicholas,” she said as a greeting.

“Elisabeth,” he said back, amusement taking over his features at the way her eyes narrowed at him.

“Just to be sure,” you say, taking Beth’s attention away from your boyfriend. “Nick, will you please go check to see if I forgot anything? Beth and I looked but it’d be good to have someone else make sure.”

“Sure,” Nick said, standing up straight and taking the key from your hand.

“Thank you,” you call out, putting the box on the backseat before closing the door. You turn to face your best friend, sad smiles on both your faces. “This is it.”

You had packed a lot of boxes a few days ago, which Nick already took to the new place, so there were only a few you had to bring today. He stayed over at your place everyday until this morning, helping you finish packing (and throwing away) your belongings. Nick finished packing long before you did, but that wasn’t a surprise as he didn’t have much to begin with. He always had been a minimalist kind of guy.

“Yep,” Beth says, rocking back and forth on her feet. “I’m going to miss you.”

You lean in and wrap your arms around her, to which she immediately did the same. The hug lasted for a good while, the two of you acting as if this would be the last time you’d see one another. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay,” she pulls away from you, discreetly wiping away a tear.

“It’ll be okay,” you keep your hands on her upper arms.

She nodded as Nick made his way back to you, handing Beth the key as he passed her. She was the one who was going to give it to the landlord for you.

“Are you ready?” Nick asked, his hand resting on the small of your back, missing the way Beth glared at the action.

“Yes,” you say, smiling up at him.

He opened the door for you, waiting as you waved at Beth. “Bye,”

“Bye,” you say back before sitting in the front seat. Nick closed the door behind you, barely looking at your best friend before he was opening the driver side door and getting in next to you.

You made eye contact with Beth through the window, blowing her a kiss while waving again. Once she is out of sight, you turn to Nick. He took one hand off the wheel and locked his fingers with yours. “Are you ready to see your new home?”

You bring your connected hands to your mouth, kissing the back of his. “Beyond ready,”

12:01 PM

You weren’t sure what you were expecting to see when Nick opened the door and gently pushed you inside the new apartment, but it wasn’t what you saw.

Though, you were in Sunnyvale, so your expectations were a bit higher than normal.

But this, wow.

You nearly dropped the box full of glass items when you entered the space, your mind completely blown away. No wonder Nick wanted to keep it as a surprise until the day you moved in. “Holy shit,” you murmured, loosening your grip on the box as Nick took it from you, setting it near the door (where most of your other boxes were, you noticed).

Nick pressed his hand flat on the wall, his other on his hip as he took in your reaction and expressions. “So,” he says, moving his head so he can look at your face in its entirety. “What do you think?”

Your eyes glance around the large space wildly, taking in your surroundings in awe. The space was big, damn near mansion-like (and that’s saying something, seeing as it was an apartment, after all), and that was just your view from the entrance way. The living room was huge and was right next to what you could only assume would act as the dining room. The kitchen, from what you could see, was nothing short of your dream kitchen, the countertops being a light marble. Just this space alone was bigger than your entire apartment back in Shadyside.

“I can’t believe we live here,” was all you could get out. Nick walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing his chin to the top of your head.

“Believe it,” he said. “There were quite a few people who were wanting it.”

“How did you manage to buy it if there was a wait for it?”

“You underestimate my abilities,” he joked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. At your raised brow, he laughed, stepping away from you. “My brother knows the guy who owns the building.”

You hum, letting him take your hand.

His brother, Will.

You’ve heard Nick mention him every once in a while, and if he helped Nick get this apartment, you assume they’re pretty close, but you’ve never gotten the chance to meet him. You’ve never actually seen him, with the exception of his and Nick’s childhood photo he kept on his dresser in his old apartment.

Maybe, hopefully, one day you’d get to meet him and thank him for everything he’s done for you and Nick.

“Want to see our room?”

Your heart jumps at his words. Our room.

At your eager nods, he leads you down a hall and into the last door on the right. In the large room, your eyes immediately take in the massive bed, bare of any sheets and currently only supporting a mattress. “No way,” you mumble, pressing your hand flat against the soft mattress. “Look how big this thing is! How much space do you need?”

Nick laughed. “I like to be able to move around,” he said and you rolled your eyes, knowing damn well that he stayed almost completely still in his sleep and hardly ever moved. After you finish eyeing the closet and wardrobe that was to the left of the bed (and secretly comparing it to your broken and outdated chest of drawers that you had asked Nick throw out before the move), Nick holds his hand out to you. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest.”

After Nick gave you a tour of the rest of the apartment, your mind was completely blown. You had only seen Nick’s old apartment a handful of times, so your knowledge of the homes in Sunnyvale was limited, but this, as well as his old one, had proved that every house in this town was nothing short of breathtaking. “It’s amazing,” you say, wrapping your arms around his middle, gazing up at him.

As Nick presses a kiss to the top of your head, your eyes look over at a door that he had not shown you. You had failed to notice it until now, as it was tucked away in a small nook in the hallway that led to your bedroom. “What’s in there?” You ask as you pull away from him.

Nick hummed, turning around to see what you were looking at. You missed the quick look of… something, as he, too, looked at the door. Before you could make your way to it, he stood in front of you and blocked your view, his hands on your upper arms making you stay in place. “You can’t go in there,” he said quickly.

You raise a brow in shock at his odd behaviour. “What do you mean I can’t go in there?” You playfully ask, moving his hands so they were locked in yours.

“It’s the only room in here that is off limits to you,”

Squinting, you peek your head around his body to look at the door again. “Can I ask why?”

Nick’s posture faltered for a second before he gave you a smile. “It’s my training room,” he answered. “There are a few guns and stuff like that in there, dangerous stuff that I don’t want you, or anyone, touching. James’ order.”

You nod, caught off guard at the fact that there are guns in the room across from where you would sleep, but satisfied at his answer. “Okay, no worries,” you say, resting your head on his chest, feeling the way it expanded due to his relieved sigh.

He knew you’d understand.

“I can’t believe we actually live together now,” you say, happy beyond words.

“I can,” Nick murmured, kissing your forehead. “I think we were always meant to take this step together, but other things just got in the way.” He brings his hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah,” you trail off. “No more lies. No more secrets, okay? I don’t want this to end, and I don’t want what happened last time to happen again.”

Nick smiled down at you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, unknowingly taking your breath away. “No more lies,” he mumbled against your mouth. “I promise.”

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polutrope · 1 year ago

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Number 23 (Going from a hot tub/sauna into snow/cold water), Galadriel and Celeborn (romantic or pre-romance, up to you)

For the modern AU holiday prompts! Here you are, Anon: ~1100 words of Galadriel meeting a cute boy at her 19th birthday party. (I received this same prompt for another couple, so there will be a part 2 of this with more actual snow jumping😉). Warnings for several f-bombs, some other swear words, and a millennial writing Gen Z. Sorry, besties.

Knotting her plush white robe loosely around her waist, Galadriel led the parade of her girlfriends onto the flagstones of Nevrast Nordic Spa.

Her friends chattered behind her.

“Yo, this place fucks.”

“For real.”

“Ahhh! Gal, it’s snowing!”

“Ugh, this is so boujee. I can’t believe I’m here.”

“Hey, sis,” Galadriel whirled on the last speaker. “No bad vibes, remember?” The other girls laughed. “Yeah, my rules, cause it’s my b-day, bitches!” She threw her arms out in a V-shape and struck a pose.

Edhellos lifted the phone dangling from her hand by a gold finger-loop and snapped a photo. “Ahh queen! You look so cute!” she said, looking at it, and hurried over to Galadriel to show her. Then she gestured to the others. “Come on, come on, babes, let’s get one of all of us.”

All four of Galadriel’s best friends huddled around her while Edhellos held her phone out as far as possible for a selfie.

“Okay, okay,” Galadriel said, and they all hushed. “So the way it works is you go hot, then cold, then relax. Hot pool or sauna, then cold pool or cold shower, then chill for fifteen minutes. And we're supposed to be quiet.”

They all nodded, except Nellas, who was a little removed from the group with her arms crossed over her chest. “I think I’ll just sit and read.”

“Oh come on, Nelly!” Edhellos whined. Evranin shushed her.

“No, it’s fine, Nel,” said Galadriel, and smiled. “Join us whenever.”

“I can’t believe we’re all nineteen now,” Lindis said a loud whisper as they lounged in the largest of the hot pools. “We’re so old.”

“Oh, please, spare me. You have no idea what old is,” said Evranin, who was all of twenty-one.

“Hey, I’m still eighteen for two weeks!” Edhellos protested. This time, Lindis shushed her.

Galadriel examined her pruny fingertips. “I don’t know. I’m kind of excited to get older. Maybe my dumbass family will stop treating me like a baby.”

At the mention of her family, Edhellos’ eyes lit up. “Oh hey, how’s Angrod?”

“Oh my god, Los,” said Lindis, “stop thirsting for her brothers!”

“Brother,” Edhellos corrected.

“I dunno.” Galadriel shrugged. “Maybe just ask him out already.”

Edhellos sputtered. The other girls giggled.

“I think Finrod is hotter,” Evranin said casually.

“He is way too old for you!”

“Isn’t he gay?”

“What? No! Galadriel said he had a girlfriend in Valin, remember?”

“The one he dumped?”

“No, she dumped him.”

While her friends debated the relative attractiveness and past relationships of her older brothers, Galadriel sank lower, rolling her shoulder blades back and forth over a water jet. She hummed contentedly and let her eyes fall shut. She’d been all nerves the last month with final exams and papers, but she was finally able to relax.

Just that morning her grades had come in: four A+ and one A (at least she was well above class average the last one). She’d also been taken off the waitlist for a seat in The Paranormal Mind. Thank fuck.

Everyone at Ondolindë University wanted to take that course, but Galadriel needed it if she was going to have any chance of doing her honours thesis with Melian Goel. Evranin, who was President of the Psychology Student Association, said that that Dr. Goel was planning to retire soon and might not be taking new students. Oh pleasepleaseplease, Galadriel thought, please take me.

She exhaled slowly and intentionally released the tension building in her neck. This wasn’t the time for worrying.

Then her eyes flew open and she bolted upright as a surge of water splashed over her.

“What the fuck!” she shouted, swiping the backs of her hands over her eyes.

“Celeborn, you dumb shit!” a male voice cried from behind her before breaking up into laughter.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” The person who’d narrowly missed tumbling on top of her rose from the water with an expression of sheer terror. “I’m so, so sorry. Are you okay? Oh god, I’m sorry. I slipped, we were racing from the…" Catching the look on Galadriel's face, his nose crinkled sweetly. "I guess that’s a pretty dumb excuse, huh?"

“Yeah, it is.” Galadriel smirked and bit her lip. He was her type: tall, slender but well-toned, and a little timid. Which was far preferable to the blustering arrogance that most guys her age — no, scratch that: all ages — liked to use to hide their emotional incompetence.

“That’s a sick tattoo,” she said, gesturing with her chin to the elegant tree climbing its way up one bicep.

“Oh, really?” he said. “Thanks. It’s a beech. There are a lot of them where I grew up, and— never mind, doesn’t matter. Thanks. Hey, by the way," he held out a hand, “my name’s Celeborn.”

“Galadriel.” His handshake was firm, but not too firm. Long fingers, too. A little spark of excitement shot down her arm as she pulled back. “So, you were racing—?”

She was cut off by a whoop from his friend still standing on the flagstones behind them, which prompted Galadriel’s friends, who’d huddled by the small waterfall at the opposite end of the pool, to finally take notice of the interaction.

As Celeborn’s friends — the first now joined by two more — slid into the pool, Galadriel’s group drifted over like a train of ducklings lured by breadcrumbs.

“Hey, I’m Galathil,” the loud one said, “and this is Mablung, and Beleg. Celeborn here is my little brother.”

Galathil attempted to ruffle Celeborn's silver-blond hair, but it clung wetly to his head.

“Hi,” Galadriel waved coolly, then dragged her eyes from Celeborn to the empty space beside her, beckoning him to sit before someone else did.

He picked up on the cue, seating himself at a respectable distance; but to his right, Edhellos slyly shuffled over so that he too was forced to scoot closer to Galadriel.

“Yeah,” he said, in answer to her interrupted question. “We thought it would be fun to, you know, go from the sauna into the snow,” he pointed to the snow banks around the spa area, “and then from the snow to the hot tub.”

“Oh really?” Galadriel’s eyebrows shot up, and Celeborn looked sheepish. “You know you’re supposed to ‘relax’ in between the cold and going back to the hot?”

Several of Galadriel’s friends giggled.

“Huh?” said Celeborn.

“You’re supposed to go hot, cold, then relax for fifteen minutes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Galadriel smiled and smacked his arm lightly. “But the snow thing sounds fun.”

His face split into a dashingly handsome smile that dimpled his cheeks. “Yeah,” he said. “It is.”

“Hey fam,” she called to her friends. “Wanna jump in the snow?”

“What!” shrieked Lindis.

“Hell no,” said Evranin.

“Ahh so fun, yes please!” Edhellos squealed, and levered herself out of the hot tub. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Lit,” said Galathil to no one in particular, and followed her.

“Come on,” Galadriel said to Celeborn as the others squirmed and scurried out of the pool in various states of enthusiasm. “I’ll hold your hand so you don’t slip this time.”

#anon #galadriel #celeborn #celeborn x galadriel #edhellos #modern au #holiday prompts #my fic #beleria au

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years ago

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Followed My Fears All the Way Down

It was terrifying having so much of her happiness dependent on him, on the life they were building together.

-x-

This is a birthday present for my dear friend @ssa-sparks! I am forever grateful that this fandom brought me you. You make me laugh every day, put up with my nonsense and love my cat just as much as I do. You're without a doubt one of my favourite people on the entire planet, and I cannot wait to actually hang out in person sometime soon <3

I hope you enjoy this, it has all your favourite things - including, our idiots in love being in brief peril 😉

-x-

Words: 4k

Warnings: Canon typical violence/injury, mentions of blood, main character whump

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“Em, we need to go.”

She groans in response, checking herself over in the mirror one more time, and she hears Aaron chuckle as he walks into the ensuite of their hotel room. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her back against him as he kisses her temple, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.

“Can we just stay in here?” she asks, placing her hands over his, linking their fingers together over her abdomen, “Sleep some more,” she raises her eyebrows suggestively, “maybe make out a little.”

Aaron chuckles again, “I thought you said this was the worst motel you’d ever been in,” he says, moving his hands to her hips as he turns her to face him, “Something about me being more comfortable than the bed.”

They’d been in a small town in Ohio for five days, and the whole team were getting frustrated at feeling like they were getting nowhere. All of them missing their homes and their families. Emily and Aaron were grateful that the team now knew about them, having come clean about their relationship just a month prior, because it meant they could openly share a room. In the four months since they first got together, they’d snuck into each other's rooms, leaving early in the morning so they wouldn’t get caught. Now they got to wake up together and get ready side by side as they did back home where they spent more and more of their time at his place.

She smiles, nodding as she wraps her arms around his neck, “I stand by it,” she leans in to kiss him, her lips quickly stamped against his, “I guess we’ll just have to solve this case and go home, your bed is much better than that piece of crap in there.”

He smiles at her, not addressing the fact that she’d just referred to his apartment as home before he kisses her once more before stepping back, “You ready to go?”

She nods in response and steps past him back into the bedroom, “At least if we are here another day or so I’ll get out of the event my mother is hosting this weekend.”

The mention of it makes him falter slightly. She’d been complaining about it for weeks, the mere thought of spending an evening with her mother, surrounded by people who said so much but talked so little, enough to make her go a little crazy. Which is why he had hesitated in telling her the very thing he was about to bring up.

“About that,” he says, stepping up behind her as she secures her gun and badge, “Your mother called me.”

She freezes, her body tensing as his words register, and she turns to look at him, one of her eyebrows raised, “What? When?”

“A couple of days ago,” he admits, clearing his throat as he watches her eyes widen, a humourless chuckle escaping her.

“You spoke to her a couple of days ago and you’re only just telling me?”

He blows out a breath, placing his hands on his hips, swallowing down the irritation that sparks in his belly.

“We’ve been busy.”

She scoffs, shaking her head at him, “We spend pretty much all of our time together, Aaron. Are you seriously telling me you haven’t had the chance to tell me you spoke to my mother?” She crosses her arms over her chest and clenches her jaw, the familiar defensiveness climbing up the back of her neck as it always did when her mother came up, “What did you even talk about?”

“He asked me if I was coming with you on Saturday,” he says, and she feels her mouth go dry, the white lie she’d told him weeks ago that she couldn’t have a plus one echoing around her head.

“Aaron-”

“Apparently you told her I was busy that night,” he cuts over her, his expression stern, his annoyance clear, “Which is funny, considering you told me I wasn’t invited.”

She sighs and closes her eyes, gathering herself for a moment before she looks back at him, “I didn’t want to expose you to that part of my life.”

“I’ve met your mother before.”

“But not as my boyfriend,” she replies, raising her voice a little more than she intends to. She blows out a steady breath, “She’s hard work, Aaron and…she always finds a way to belittle everything I do.”

Emily hates how adolescent it sounds, how her mother can still make her feel like this, even through Aaron, but she can’t help it. Defiance she thinks she will never outgrow spreading through her chest.

“I deal with sociopaths on a daily basis, Emily. I think I can handle your mother.”

On any other day, the comparison would make her smile, but she doesn’t understand how this has gone so south, why he seems so offended, “Aaron…what is the big deal? I’m sorry I lied, I know I should have just talked to you about it, but it’s not a problem. I probably won’t make it now anyway.”

Aaron sighs, and he wishes he’d never brought it up, that he’d waited until they were back in DC, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he’d spoken to Elizabeth. The insecurities that had been sparking in the back of his head since he’d first woken up next to Emily catching fire, every concern he had about their relationship suddenly bigger.

From the moment he’d kissed her it had confirmed what he’d known for years. That he loved her, that he had been in love with her for much longer than he cared to admit. For weeks he’d held it back, not wanting to spook her. Only whispering the words against her skin after she was asleep. She’d caught him out a couple of weeks ago, still awake as he murmured the words. She’d turned in his arms and asked him to repeat them, and smiled at him as he did. She’d kissed him and fallen asleep in his arms, her smile still present on her face.

It was only the following morning he realised she hadn’t said it back.

He’d tried again a couple of times since, and her response had always been similar. Something he wanted to believe was love shining in her eyes as she hugged or kissed him, an edge of desperation to it that he could never place.

“Maybe this all just means you’re not as serious about this as I am.”

Her mouth drops open and she scoffs, shaking her head at him, “Are you fucking kidding me?” She exclaims, “I’m not serious about us because I didn’t invite you to some shitty event my mother is hosting?” She throws her hands up in the air, her cheeks warm with the annoyance she can’t keep in her chest, “I practically live with you.”

“And yet you don’t want me to be a part of that part of your life?”

“It’s not that-”

“Then what is it?” He demands, his voice stern in a way it rarely was with her.

She doesn’t know how to put it into words, how to express to him that she felt like, no matter how he felt, she had to protect him from that part of her life. Even though he could handle himself it would give him an insight into something she didn’t want him to see. The part of herself she wishes she could give up entirely.

“I-”

There’s a knock at the door, and Derek’s voice follows it, “Sorry to interrupt, but we need to get going.”

Emily stares at Aaron momentarily before turning to the door, “We’re coming.”

“You can’t run away from this, Em,” Aaron says, and she freezes on the spot, clenching her hands at her sides.

“No,” she replies, flashing him a look, “I can’t, but we have work to do.” She opens the door and the cool air from the hallway hits her she walks out into it. She clenches her teeth, her jaw so tense she’s worried it could fracture, and she hears someone behind her clear their throat.

“Trouble in paradise?”

She turns to look at Derek, the playfulness slipping from his expression as their eyes meet, “Shut up, Derek.” She makes a point of bumping his shoulder with hers as she walks past him.

“Em, I was just kidding-”

“We have work to do,” she repeats, cutting over him as she continues to walk away, “The sooner we get it done the sooner we can go home.”

___

Things are tense between them all day.

Slightly barbed comments back and forth, the rest of the team exchanging concerned looks as they finally make progress with their case.

They track the unsub to an abandoned building just down the block from where the first victim had been found. She ends up in the SUV with just Aaron on the way to the scene, both of them silent and staring straight ahead, the weight of their crossed words that morning still heavy in the air.

When they arrive they both get out of the car and start securing their bullet-proof vests, and the usual concern she feels when they are about to walk into danger makes her stomach roll. Their jobs came with risks, they both knew that, but that risk seemed so much more significant since they’d got together,

“This guy is probably going to be hostile,” Emily says, looking at him as he velcros his vest into place. The other SUVs pull up behind them, and the rest of the team start to leave the cars.

“He’s devolving, but we’ll be careful,” he replies, smiling tightly at her as he pushes his earpiece in, and Emily does the same.

She winces as she immediately pulls her earpiece back out, feedback from her microphone still ringing in her head.

“Son of a bitch,” she says, drawing the attention of Aaron from next to her as the rest of the team approaches them, “My mic is broken.”

“Prentiss’s comms are down, so she’s with me,” Aaron explain to the others, making sure his earpiece was secure as he adjusts his bulletproof vest.

“I don’t need babysitting-”

“You’re with me,” he says firmly, cutting over her harshly. She tries to argue again but sees the fear brewing in his eyes. Concern for her peeking out from underneath his work persona and the annoyance he clearly still feels from their argument that morning.

“Ok,” she concedes, feeling the team's eyes burning into her, “I’m with you.”

The team splits up. She and Aaron take the top floor, Derek and Spencer the one below, and JJ and Dave the first floor.

She hears movement as they walk down the hallway, someone's poor attempts at being quiet echoing around them. Aaron looks back at her, and they have a silent conversation as he tilts his head towards the room they’d heard the noise coming from. He goes in the room first, and there's a beat of silence before all hell breaks loose.

Two gunshots happen almost simultaneously.

The unsubs bullet hits Aaron right in the centre of his vest, knocking him backwards into the wall. Emily’s bullet hits the unsub, killing him instantly before he falls to the ground.

“Shit,” she says, sighing as she holsters her gun, “He was more prepared than we thought we would be,” She says, and there is no reply, she turns to look at Aaron. He was still against the wall, his hand pressed into where she’d seen the bullet hit his vest, probably winded from the speed of the shot. “Are you ok?”

“Em…”

He pulls his hand away, and she feels dread flood her entire body as blood seeps out of the visible hole in the dark blue kevlar.

“Oh my god,” she exclaims as she makes it to his side, attempting to catch him as he slides to the floor. She hits the ground next to him, her hand pressing into his abdomen where the blood was pouring from. He groans in pain and she looks at him, her eyes meeting his, “You’re ok, honey, you’re ok,” she clears her throat, pressing down harder into the wound, “Aaron’s been hit we need help,” there’s silence, and she frowns, wondering why she doesn’t get a response.

“Your comms aren’t working,” he reminds her, his voice ragged, every breath full of effort and pain, “Mine have been knocked out.”

“Shit,” she says, looking around them, desperately wondering what to do, “They’ll have heard the shots,” she says, not sure which one of them she was trying to assure, “We need to get your vest off so we can put better pressure on the wound.”

He nods, and she pulls the velcro off, ignoring how her hands shake, how her vision goes blurry with tears she refuses to shed. He yells out in pain as she pulls the vest off of him, throwing it away without a second glance.

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry,” she says, pushing her hands firmly against the bullet wound, his shirt soaked with blood, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” he replies, and she shifts between looking at his face and the door they came through, hoping someone from the team would arrive to help them soon. She feels him touch her face, and she looks at him, the feeling of his fingers against her skin achingly familiar, “I love you, Emily. I-”

“We’re not doing this now,” she replies, leaning down to press her forehead against his for a second, kissing him briefly before she sits up a little straighter, the angle pulling at her neck, “We aren’t saying goodbye because you’re going to be ok.”

She feels the words she’s been pushing back for weeks aching to escape, but she doesn’t want it to be like this. She doesn’t want him to think that her love for him was nothing more than an admission made of fear.

“Em-”

“Prentiss, Hotch?”

She looks over to the door and sees Derek and Spencer rush through the door, their guns lowered as they see the unsub on the floor behind them.

“Aaron got hit,” she says, her voice surprisingly steady as Derek kneels next to her, Spencer on Aaron’s other side.

“The bastard must have had armour-piercing bullets,” Derek says, “We need an ambulance,” he instructs before nodding, and Emily knows he’s had a response through his earpiece that one was on the way, “You just have to hold on a little longer Hotch,” Derek says, an encouraging smile on his face, “Or Prentiss here will kill you herself.”

The laugh that leaves her is ragged, and it catches on her ribs, threatening to choke her as it fills the air around them.

“Exactly,” she says, “See even Morgan knows-” she cuts herself off as she looks back at Aaron’s face, his eyes drifting closed, a stream of blood trailing from his mouth down to his ear, “Aaron, I need you to wake up,” she pauses for a moment and her desperation mounts as she doesn’t get a response, “Aaron.”

“Reid, I need you to take over from Prentiss,” Derek says, standing up as Spencer nods, placing his hands over Emily’s on Aaron’s abdomen.

“What, no-” Emily exclaims, her hands slipping off of Aaron as Derek hauls her upwards, pulling her back, “Let go of me, I need to-”

“You can’t help him right now, ok?” Derek says, all too close to her as his breath skips over her, holding her close as if she was going to bolt if he let go even a little, “The ambulance is here, JJ is bringing him up.”

She hates that she can’t hear any of what is being said by the team and that she feels reduced to this. That all she can do is stand there, Aaron’s blood on her hands, dripping onto the ground beneath her as she sags against Derek.

“I love him, Derek,” she says quietly, her voice low enough that only he hears her. The EMTs enter the room, quickly followed by JJ and Dave.

“I know you do, Princess,” Derek replies, and he kisses the side of her head, comfort she doesn’t want but cannot fight as she watches the paramedics work on Aaron, “He knows too.”

She hopes she hasn’t lost the chance to tell him.

___

The first time he wakes up he fights the intubation.

The surgery had been long, minutes feeling like hours as she sat in a waiting room, her leg bouncing up and down as she repeatedly counts the tiles on the floor. Something, anything, to keep her mind off of the fact that she just might lose him.

As soon as they find out that he made it through surgery, nothing short of a miracle according to the doctor, she sends the rest of the team back to the motel, claiming she’d be ok. She wasn’t entirely sure that was true, but she wanted to be alone with him and she knew he’d hate for anyone other than her to see him like this.

All she can do is stand back as the doctors try and calm him, more people than she cares to count as they flood the room once she presses the call button. She can almost feel it in her own throat as they pull the tube from his, the phantom sensation haunting her. A ghost of a memory of when she’d woken up alone and confused, dead to everyone who knew her. He isn’t awake for long, the anaesthesia in his system still winning the battle. It’s only when a nurse taps Emily on the shoulder and looks at her with a kind smile as she passes her a tissue that she realises she’s crying.

It reminds her of the moment she’d been alone with Dave once the ambulance arrived at the hospital. How he’d pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped at her cheek, quietly telling her she had blood on her skin.

When she’s alone with him again she takes her seat back by his side. Now, with the intubation gone, it almost looked like he was sleeping normally, the same slack expression on his face that she loved to see on the rare occasion she woke up before him. He always slept facing her, as if even subconsciously he wanted to make sure she was the first thing he saw when he woke up in the morning.

Emily reaches out for his hand. His skin was cold, something she knew logically was from blood loss, but it still shocks her just like it had when she first walked into his room. He was always so warm. Heat and love and forever radiating off of him whenever he was near, a comfort that she hadn’t known could exist before him.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her eyes fixed on his sleeping face, “I know I was…I shouldn’t have lied to you,” she shakes her head at herself as she thinks of their argument, how it felt so stupid now, “I’m so…I’m so afraid of being happy,” she admits, her vision blurring as her eyes fill with tears, “I don’t think I’m very good at it and you make me happy, Aaron. And it scares the absolute shit out of me because I don’t know what I would do if I lost you,” she chuckles bitterly, the irony of that statement given her surroundings not lost on her at all.

She still remembered the moment she realised she was in love with him, that the secret feelings she’d been harbouring for her boss were much more than the crush she’d told herself it was. It was a moment far too similar to this for her liking when she found him after Foyet had attacked him. She hadn’t held his hand then, she couldn’t have no matter how much she wanted to, her thumbnail in between her teeth to stop herself.

Any feelings she’d had for him had been buried so deeply inside of her after that she sometimes allowed herself to pretend they weren’t there. She told herself that she drove him to and from work when he first got back because it was the right thing to do. That she covered his medical bills that his insurance didn’t because he was her friend. She’d found out since that he’d felt the same way, that he’d loved her too.

Then Aaron had buried her.

They came close to something more than friendship just before Doyle had torn through their lives, but it was fleeting. A flash of hope that she’d worried had died out entirely, embers on a fire that had never been able to fully ignite.

The first time he kissed her, it felt like everything had been leading up to it. As if everything they’d both been through, no matter how rocky, had somehow forged their path to each other.

She loved him, but she hadn’t said it. Not because she didn’t feel it, or because she didn’t want to, but because the words didn’t seem enough. They came nowhere near explaining how she felt about him, how he’d taken up so much more of her heart than she thought possible.

It was terrifying having so much of her happiness dependent on him, on the life they were building together.

She sighs as she rubs her thumb over the heel of his hand, hoping to press some of his usual warmth into his skin. She looks down at their joint hands, marvelling as she always did at how they fit together.

“I…I love you, Aaron,” she says, something in her chest easing at the admission, “I love you so much that it terrifies me, and I hate that it does but…” she drifts off, unsure what she’s even trying to say, her nerves fried from seeing him hurt, from fear.

From relief that he was going to be ok.

“Em?”

She looks up, and her eyes meet his, “Aaron.” She stands up and sits on the edge of his bed, leaning in to kiss him, “I’m so glad you’re awake.”

“What happened?” He asks, his voice rough.

“You were shot,” she explains, swallowing thickly, adjusting his hospital gown to do something, “It was…close.” He’d coded in the ambulance in front of her, an image she knew she wouldn’t ever be free of.

“I’m sorry,” he says, squeezing her hand, and she chuckles, shaking her head as tears flood her eyes.

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t ask to be shot.”

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

She blows out a shaky breath, lifting their joint hands to kiss his knuckles, “I’m ok,” she promises him, “Much better now you’re awake.”

Aaron smiles sleepily at her, his eyes hazy from pain medication, “I love you too, by the way.”

She freezes, her eyes wide in a way that makes him smile wider, “You…you heard that?”

He nods, tugging at her hand just enough that she knows he wants to kiss her. She leans in and presses her lips to his, grateful that she could, that he was still here.

“If I’d known me getting shot would have made you finally admit it,” he mumbles against her lips, pulling back to look at her, “I would have done it weeks ago.”

She huffs out a breath, “Aaron.”

“Too soon?”

She chuckles dryly, “Far, far too soon. It might always be,” she pushes some of his hair from his forehead, her fingers trailing against his skin, “I’m sorry for this morning.”

“Me too,” he says, squeezing her hand.

“We’ll talk about it when you’re better?” She offers, knowing there are still things they needed to discuss. Insecurities they both needed to air to move forward in the way they both wanted.

“Ok,” he agrees, and she feels the last bit of tension in her chest ease, “We do have to figure out one thing though.”

She frowns, tilting her head slightly at him, “What?”

He grins at her, a smile she knows is fuelled by pain medication and a desire to see her smile, “How to convince your mother I didn’t get shot just so we don’t have to go on Saturday.”

“Aaron.”

-x-

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impervicus · 2 years ago

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if you’re hearing ALIEN BLUES by VUNDABAR playing, you have to know BRINLEY REED (THEY/SHE; GENDER FLUID) is near by! the TWENTY FOUR year old BARTENDER has been in denver for, like, NINE YEARS. they’re known to be quite CYNICAL, but being WITTY seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble LIZETH SELENE. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those CHAIN SMOKING ON A RAINY NIGHT, A FLICKERING NEON SIGN, HOLES IN EVERYTHING YOU OWN BUT ON PURPOSE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the MONTEBELLO DISTRICT long enough!

DEATH TW

THE BASICS:

full name: brinley sofia reed

birthdate, zodiac sign: november 17th / sagittarius

sexuality: lesbian

occupation: bartender at ambrosia lounge

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS:

brinley’s father wasn’t around as much as they would’ve liked, but never in a deadbeat father sort of way. their father was a brave man who was fighting for their country, something that they had always admired and looked up to. he was around for a handful of christmases and birthdays, but their relationship with their father mainly revolved around phone calls and the occasional video call with dodgy quality that always left her wishing that she could see him in person. she rarely felt a sense of resentment towards him that he was never around, that’s how their dynamic had been as long as she could remember.

knowing their father was (hopefully) always going to come back to brinley was something that they had grown accustomed to. what they never really got the hang of was leaving the people they had grown close to over the years of traveling around with their father. leaving the first few times were hard but overtime, they had started to just get used to it. that’s how their life was, she wasn’t meant to get closer to people, a wanderer at heart. they kept their distance, at every new place that she had gone to, making sure that no one ever got too close. she was traveling the country, wasn’t that a cool perk to it all? they tried to view it as such, it was a good thing and not something that was holding them back from building sustainable relationships with people their own age.

after years of staying in one town for no more than a year, brinley was in for a surprise when she and her mother had gotten to denver. to them, it was just another destination they weren’t going to stay in for too long. their father was stationed at fort carson, about an hour away, and they did their usual thing like she did in every place. they never really spoke to anyone, mostly keeping to themselves. they said very few things about themselves during the mandatory introductions that every teacher has ever made her do, and she figured that was going to be it.

but then months went by, and they were still in denver - the last place they expected to still be in. not only were they still there, but she was actually making friends. sure, they had made acquaintances in other places, but she never really let them get any closer than that. but this place was different, she couldn’t help but want to be friends with the people that surrounded her. they seemed to be so welcoming and they wanted them around, which in turn made her want to be there. it was crazy that they were getting themselves caught up in it all.

from there, months quickly turned into a year without being moved. they didn’t even realize the time passage, they were having such a great time actually being able to connect with people. they were discovering things about themselves that they never even thought about before. she soon began to realize those feelings she should be having for boys, she was having for the girls around her instead. it was a strange thing to come to terms with, but they were working their way up to telling their parents about it all.

however, as soon as they got the courage to even think about doing it, their father was being deployed but this one felt different, and they couldn’t quite figure out why. brinley got their time to say goodbye to her father, hoping that it wasn’t going to be the last time she saw him. things were going so good, she couldn’t have jinxed herself out of it already. he might have been halfway across the world, but they could still see each other, through the godsend that was skype and things would be just as they usually were. he always came back from deployments.

they talked a lot for the first few months, making plans for brinley’s upcoming birthday because he told them he was going to try his best to make his way back to her for it. they knew it wasn’t very likely, but it was really the thought that counted. of course, as it gotten closer, it was confirmed that he in fact wasn’t going to be able to make it back home which she understood, they always understood. but that brought an opportunity to finally come out to their father, something that she had been anxiously awaiting to do. it seemed like the perfect time, they were somehow closer than ever and she was sure he would be okay with it.

rhey stayed up until midnight, since the time difference would have made that a time where it would work for their father and still technically be their birthday where they were. there was a nervous excitement building up inside brinley, putting on a birthday hat that her father had sent her through the mail. it was tacky, of course. he ordered it online and got it sent to them but she loved it. an hour passed and there was no call, which was strange but they just figured he had gotten caught up, that happens sometimes. but then her mom was calling her out to the dining room which was weird, maybe there was a birthday cake - maybe he was there. like a viral video of soldiers returning home. brinley wouldn’t be that lucky though.

once they got into the kitchen, there was a somber look etched onto their mom’s facial features which wasn’t quite the type of tone that she expected on her daughter’s birthday. what came next felt made everything feel like it was going in slow motion, with the static noise you’d hear from a tv surrounding them. ‘i’m so sorry honey… but your father didn’t make it.’ those words played over and over again on repeat, like a song she couldn’t get out of her head. ‘your father didn’t make it’ this felt like a nightmare, it had to be a nightmare right? it was their birthday, surely there was no way this was real. their dad was going to be calling her anytime now. she had rushed back into her bedroom, turning on her laptop frantically and opening up skype, hoping that she had missed a call from her dad. but the only thing the screen read was: LAST CALL: 2 WEEKS AGO.

nothing was the same after that, they began to distance themself from those very same people that she had gotten so close to. she never celebrated her birthday (in fact, has never celebrated any of her birthdays since) they weren’t the right day for her anymore, they didn’t bring the happiness they once did. they were a stark reminder of one of the worst days of her life. however, one of the great things about making friends was that those very same friends were going to be there for you in exact times like this. it took some time, but with the help of her friends, they were able to get past what happened.

then it was time for graduation and she was given a choice: to run far away from denver and start a new life, or to stay with some of the people that they had gotten close too. of course, they would never actually admit that she stayed for the people she’d grown close to, but she chose to stay. despite her constantly leaving cities with her parents, with her father’s constantly changing schedules she was able to have stability and what more could she ask for?

so brinley got a job, a few jobs actually until she landed on one she truly liked: bartender. sure, most wouldn’t think of the gentlemen’s club as their dream job but brinley loved it, maybe because of the people that came through. though, they never really wanted to dig too deep into why that was. but even as the years go by, there’s still scars left over from the death of her father and the constant bouncing between city to city. as well adjusted as brinley liked to claim to be, they knew deep down they would never be well adjusted. not in the slightest.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

the one that got away - the one person that brinley finally opened herself up to in high school & then they moved away, reinforcing the idea that eventually , everyone does leave.

hookups , because that’s all brinley can really handle

a best friend she’s kept from high school, one of the first people she met upon coming to denver and helps her learn every day that the world isn’t all doom & gloom like she’s convinced it is

people who can party with them bc they are a partier by nature

#chq;intro #death tw

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quickshadowsimp · 1 year ago

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Quickshadow is missing… (AU, not cannon)

Cheatsheet:

Blue text = Chase

Orange text = Blades

Red text = Heatwave

Green text = Boulder

Blue and Red = Optimus

All four colors above (excluding Optimus) = All of the bots

As Heatwave was beating his training dummy, he heard the others talk about a certain female cybertronian.

“Can’t wait till she arrives. It’s almost her Earth birthday! Oo, I’ll get the piñata!”

“Better hurry then, she’s gonna be here in two days.”

“Maybe I can make her a gift.. an energon cake, maybe? We store energon in the sigma, so I think it should work!”

They were cut off by Heatwave. He seemed confused and annoyed at the same time. He was about to ask something, but Blades interrupted him.

“Heatwave! Are you here to help us plan the Earth birthday for a special someone?”

“Who is the ‘special someone’? High Tide? Optimus? Speed demon? Salv-”

Before Heatwave could finish, Chief appeared on Heatwave’s screen.

“Guys, hurry! There’s a fire at Willow Street!”

“We’re on our way, Chief. Rescue bots, roll to the rescue!”

At Willow Street..

“Dani, get all the people out, you too Kade.”

Chief ordered. He turned over to ask Graham,

“Are the buildings that caught on fire stable?”

“Im afraid not.. it shows that the buildings are beyond repair. It’ll take weeks, or maybe months to fix this all..”

After the rescue, they headed back to the firehouse.

“Who is the special someone? Tell me already.”

“Its..”

“Quickshadow!!”

They all yelled.

“It’s not close to her birthday—wait, is it her Earth birthday?”

“Uhm, what else do you think it is?”

“Nothing.. now, I guess we should start making gifts? Her Earth birthday is two days away.”

Two days later, Quickshadow’s Earth birthday.

“She should arrive any second.. any second now..”

“Or not..?”

“Huh.. she should have arrived by now.”

“Let’s ask Optimus!”

They managed to contact Optimus…

“Sir, today is Quickshadow’s birthday and she always arrives on birthdays. However, she didn’t arrive today.”

“Im sorry to say.. but.. she has gone missing.”

“What!?”

They all yelled.

“I am unsure on what happened, but I will update you guys.”

Optimus left, and so were the bots. Left, but left speechless.

Days passed and nothing from Optimus. They were all worried. Chase looked at the cameras around the town, Heatwave went on patrol with Blades in attempt to find any traces of Quickshadow. Boulder looked at the places they last seen Quickshadow. Weeks later, still no trace of Quickshadow. They all panicked and panicked. Until one day.. they finally got a message from Optimus.

Sigma 17, my team has found out Quickshadow has been taken. Taken by deceptions.

They were all shocked, not knowing what to do. Coolant — as well as oil rolled down each of their eyes. Months later, they were still sad. Rescue work was harder now that they knew Quickshadow is missing. Eventually, they got an update from Optimus.

I’m very sorry to say that.. Quickshadow.. has passed. Her funeral is in a week. Meet at the Mainland training center.

They were all shocked and sad, wondering why they didn’t stop Quickshadow from going back to Cybertron. A week later, they were at Quickshadow’s funeral. All of the bots were there. They all put their roses and flowers on her grave, and said their final goodbyes. They all left, except Heatwave. He sat next to the grave, and while he did, he felt someone hugging him, and heard a whisper:

“Don’t cry, please. I’ll be in a better place. We will meet soon. I’ll visit you every once in a while, okay? Now, I must take my leave. Take care.”

Heatwave whispered goodbye, although he didn’t see Quickshadow’s ghost, he knew that she had already left. Heatwave headed back to Griffin Rock with the others. Over time, they got over her death, but..

TO BE CONTINUED

SORRY FOR CLIFF HANGER I JUST NEED TO THINK OF MORE IDEAS

#rescue bots

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the-duckless-pond · 2 months ago

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Hello diary. It’s been a minute, I think.

Well, I’m back to rest my head between your pages and spill my heart or whatever I’m supposed to be doing here. I got to talk to my bff consistently for almost a week this time before she went dark, so that was really nice. I’ll still text her, but I mostly started these posts so that I am not spamming her. I try to keep it reasonable. I’m probably overthinking it, but oh well. I hope I hear from her soon, but it would be months. Maybe just special for my birthday would be nice. I’d like that. And I’m sure eventually enough time will go by that I will once again convince myself she is dead and start searching for obituaries and funeral plans. That’s around usually when I reach out and ask for a sign of life. That’s around usually feels reasonable to me.

Anyway, things have been up and down on terms of mood. Good days and bad days. I had a whole week of decent enough days where I got my school work done and turned in, did well on quizzes, and participated in class, and even talk to my friends on top of all that! I did a very nice job all week and it was all so very difficult but I did it and it was nice.

I do still have work left for my French class, but I can do that next week I think. I wanted to start it this week, but I just got too stressed with Japanese. I guess, I dont know. Anyway. Work to be done but not much. I guess I could get started on it tonight, since better late than never, and that could be nice. I am far too anxious to sleep anyway. More on that later.

Suddenly it feels like nothing I have to say is of any value so why do I even. Bother doing this at all. Like what’s the point. If people wanted to know what I had to say they would read it in my texts but then I send too many texts and Charlie can’t respond and mom gets upset by all the texts and it’s my only anxiety free way to communicate so I am trapped. I just end up feeling guilty and bad and like I shouldn’t message either one of them because clearly I am only making things worse. But if I don’t talk to them, then who do I talk to? I have literally no one else. If I just give them space because maybe that is what they want then…. Idk, maybe then they’d want to talk to me more? Because I don’t have anyone else. Like those are the two people I talk to. Which is why I text so much and I should absolutely stop texting so much brvaudr it s too much and I am too much and it is all bad and I’m bad too.

Ugh. I don’t know why I bother with these posts. I don’t know why I make them. I guess in th hope that someone reads them and then maybe I don’t have to be so alone because someone read it.

I did a lot of things today and I am tired now and I don’t think I am going to want to go out tomorrow at all to get a soda. So I am thinking of door dashing some sodas. Expensive and dumb but they are my special comforts. And I feel very uncomfortable right now. Yeah. I’ll do that. I’ll get four so that I don’t have to go out tomorrow morning and can just go at my own speed and pace and focus on recovering from an outing. I’ll miss seeing my regular people but I hope they will forgive me. I’ll just say I wasn’t feeling well. This seems like the plan forward. I’ll take a break from writing to do that.

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Well, here’s hoping. I ordered four with no ice, last time I did this they all came with ice. If that happens again I will get a refund and reorder. As long as it takes fo them to be no ice. I can’t stand ice that I didn’t make myself in drinks so I always get no ice. I don’t always trust this McDonald’s because once I went through the drive through and ordered four with no ice and got three with ice?? And I was like hhhhhhh these should be no ice, and they said one of them is no ice, and I was like yeah but they all should be no ice. But he insisted that one being no ice was all I needed??? It was wild, but this is the only one that door dashes to me so that’s what I’m doing. Here’s hoping.

More on that as the saga progresses. I don’t trust them to have cleaned their ice machine so anything sent to me with ice gets dumped. Also I have very sensitive teeth and couldn’t drink it even if I wanted to. So I hope it is no ice on the first try, for everyone’s sake.

As you may have guessed from the contents of this entry so far, my day has been touch and go. I woke up early and that felt nice because I got to go get a morning soda and see all of my Burger King friends and smile at them and laugh with them at their jokes. They really are the highlight of my day. I said to them that I would be back after lunch, but then I found a showing for a horror movie that looked really good that had a midafternoon. Showing. So I apologized from afar. I’ll go by tomorrow afternoon. Reset things back in order. I do feel bad though. I always tell them they make my day and they return the sentiment so I hate to think of letting anyone down. So I’ll go tomorrow. As early as I am able. Maybe I could bake muffins tonight if I stay up later and could bring them in! Maybe. I’d need paper plates. I don’t have any. Maybe I’ll do my instacart order after this and add some since I guess I am not sleeping anytime soon.

So anyway. After seeing my friends and loving on the cats some kids went out front to pl y and they were pretty loud so I put on my osha earphones and a podcast and that helped. I was committed to seeing the show and not getting overwhelmed. It started raining so the kids went inside and things got quiet again so I took off my earphones and opened th window to listen to th rain and it was very nice and soothing. And then I ordered lunch because right now I am afraid of my oven and don’t have the skills on hand to be able to use it, so, I ordered lunch, which should have helped but ultimately,y did not.

The de,I very guy never buzzed my buzzer. I followed him on the map and he was in the building and this led to me panicking about how could he have gotten in. He knocked on my door and I waited and waited and then when I felt sad I snuck out and got my food. My order was wrong. But I still had the side of fries and those were good. But how did he get into th building? I couldn’t get over it. So I investigated

Turns out the kids propped th door open with a large branch. This happens three or four times a week and it feels like I am always the only one that does anything about it and removes the blockage. And it had happened ed literally every day this week and I kind of lost my shit. I broke the branch into as many pieces as I could and threw them so far away as far as I could. Then I slammed the building door and shrieked into the empty hall stop propping the fucking door open, as loudly as I could. Then I stomped back up to my apartment about to have a panic attack and slammed the door. That was where I messed up. Slamming the door spooked the cats and they bolted for under the bed. I immediately felt awful awful awful. I apologized profusely to them and went to another room so that they would have space to feel safe again. Eventually Boo moved to her pillow but Callie stayed under the bed. I went back in to apologize a few more times and then I got the call that my Ativan was ready for pickup thank god. So I told them it would all be better when I got home and set out to go get that. On my way out I printed off and taped a note to the building door asking them to stop propping it open bc it is a safety hazard and this is a dangerous area.

Anyway, then I went on the long journey to get my benzo. It took an hour and a half in total to drive there and back because my pharmacy is on the other side of town and I am afraid of freeway driving. But it was an uneventful drive. On my way to the pharmacy I picked up a soda so that I could take my medicine asap. Low doses don’t really affect me anymore but psycho.ogically it still helps. So I took 2 1mg and drove home. I felt less angry at the kids when I got back, and I was pleased to see that my sign was still up. By the time I got back the girls had both returned to normal and seemed content and happy. I apologized again and again and gave them each a treat and some cuddles for being so perfect and compassionate.

Then, came the hard part. Leaving the house for multiple hours, knowing my building might not be secure when I get back because of those darn kids, and wondering if someone was going to like… rob me or kill my cats while I was gone. It was all very upsetting to think about. So I took it slow one step at a time. I got half dressed first, leggings and socks, and stayed in my pajama tank top and comfort hoodie. That felt sufficiently dressed for a solo movie excision on a high anxiety day. I don’t usually do this, but I did all the necessary checks for my OCD, checking the stove and oven and taking video. I took note of where the cats were and said goodbye to them each and gave them a kiss, I even took a video of testing the locked door so that if I got worried I could refer back to it and see that it is locked. I try not to do those things as they do not actually help in the long run but I made an exception for today.

After that I went to my movie! I got a medium popcorn, crunch candy, and a large Diet Coke. It all felt like such a special treat. I decided not to count calories today on account of wanting to enjoy myself and not worry. And it was the right decision because I had SO much fun oh my godddddd. Everyone needs to go see The Substance immediately. Most fun I’ve had in ages in a horror movie. I was talking to mom about it after and she wants to see it so I told her I would go with her if she wanted. So I might get to go see it again very soon!

(The McDonald’s diet cokes arrived without ice by equally wi5out straws? Fortunately I have straws of my own to use from earlier, so I’ll just do that. I gave the driver a high rating because they did a great job and let door dash know there was a problem and they ended up refunded the entire order so yeah. I guess maybe I can just stay in for a few days and reset and not worry about propped open doors or anything like that. Because I am very very worried about it, like paranoid worried, it’s bad. And all my DBT skills are super rusty and the group I found doesn’t start until November. So. I’ve just got to hang in there. Keep things low stress. I think I should alert the complex though. I just need a few days to move past it so that I don’t shout and can be calm. )

Also I think I am going to make that instacart order now,before the store closes or something. I’ll be up.

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Ordered for delivery between 11 and midnight. I do still have work I want to get done, as well as unwind and relax. I also want to take a shower as I haven’t in several days now and had previously hoped to be doing it like every few days or so, but that has proven difficult to do in my current state. Anyway, so I guess I’m up until midnight at least. And that means I can’t get started on my work until around midnight. Because I won’t be able to focus if I am just waiting for that awful buzzer to go off. So I will just stay quiet and keep things simple and calm. Focus on happy things or something. It truly is not a whole lot of work to do, it just takes time.

Anyway. Where was I? Right. I got home from the movie and it was such a fun time and th girls seemed to be back to normal and happy and purring. They were excited to see me which was a relief. I was so worried they would hate me. I’d hate myself if they hated me. And as a bonus my sign was still up! I haven’t checked recently but I will after instacart gets here and it is sufficiently late, under the guise of checking my mail. I truly think I should complain to management I just don’t know where to begin. It’s a safety issue. I feel unsafe now, and have an entire lease ahead of me. And I like it here and do not want to move. I am happy here. The cats are happy here. I get direct sunlight. I have two rooms. It’s nice. I want to stay here. But i can’t do that if there are dangerous safety issues going on. Si maybe that’s what I say? That I really like it here and want to keep living here for many reasons, but this one thing is just such a huge problem that it is causing me to rethink the entire thing. I chose this complex bevaus of the two door system, so what am I supposed to do when the first door fails? How am I supposed to stay safe? I guess I could buy a door jam that goes under the doorknob. That is an option for sure. It doesn’t help if I am out of town though. Maybe an apartment se unity system? That could work. I’d have to shop around for what the best one is. But that’s a good idea, I’ll look in to that, like just opened the google search and will get to work after I finish my entry

Sometime between getting home from the movie and now I took four more Ativan since I was still pretty on edge about feeling safe or not. My doctor gave me her blessing to take two at a time but I didn’t feel like that was going to cut it, not even a little bit. It helped for getting to the movie, but not much else. I see her in about two or three weeks so I can ask then about getting on a general anxiety medicine because that has become a big problem for me ever since my nieces startled me a few months ago. Just constant anxiety and dread. Literally never ending unless I am asleep or have taken an Ativan. That’s one of the reasons I have been taking it so much. I don’t have anything else for anxiety and it gets so unbearable that I lie in bed at night panicking and I can’t ha e that, that’s no way to live. So I’m improvising until my next appointment.

Instacart says order confirmed. Woo! I ordered four microwave meals just in case I continue to be afraid of the oven. I tried to reheat pizza today and when I turned it on there was a big gas smell that freaked me out so I turned it off and opened the windows and turned on the range fan. I seem to recall that being relatively normal if the oven hasn’t been used in some time and it’s been about a month since I last used it so. Maybe it just needs to burn off residual gas but still it made me very anxious and I was not okay with that. That is when I ordered my lunch instead and got started down the path of needing to get my Ativan from the pharmacy, and now here we are.

On a happier note, I filled out my absentee ballot today!!! It was very exciting for me and I had been on ballot watch for a few days. It even came with a sticker this time! I have it on my hoodie right now. I will go drop it off with the county clerk with mom on Monday.

In other news, here are the things I want to accomplish tonight

- chapter three flash cards

- potential form and volitional form decks for new and old verbs (this will take the longest I think)

- exercice 2.1 to 2.3 for French

- MAYBE depending on how I feel exercice 2.2h since that is a writing one to be submitted next week and I would like to focus on Japanese next week since I have a test.

I could easily see myself staying up until like 3 or 4 if I just keep at it. I really don’t want this hanging over me anymore. I want to be ahead in class and not missing classes and in general just succeeding and doing my best and passing the courses. That’s all I want. It’s just been so hard with my depression.

I have some time before Instacart is supposed to arrive. I could get started on the potential and voltional decks that I think will take the longest, or I could get started on the French work which feels the easiest. Usually I’d ask Charlie or mom, but mom is asleep by now and Charlie is probably awake but not’responding at the present sooooo it is up to me. I guess… I’ll just do what I can. I’ll try with the potential form deck.

Maybe more to come later as the night progresses?

#diary entry

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axvwriter · 2 months ago

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Random Update Ramble

Bah, I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus. Feel like I can’t quite come back until I catch up on everything I missed.

So I’m still hiatusing? Still on a hiatus I guess. I got to make Bobo’s birthday card stuff. At least the birthday jacket. (I also want to find a new style for drawing humans where I’m not hating the process and anatomy of humans the entire time.)

But for now, I have a question for how to go about spelling something. I have a nickname Bobo has for one of her parents basically based from said parent repeating the word “you” whenever speaking to baby Bobo due to being overwhelmed by how adorable Bobo’s parent found her.

So Bobo basically calls that parent “you-you”, but I don’t want to spell it like that. What would be a good way to spell that nickname?

“Yuyu”? “Ueue”?

Anyway, unrelated rambling below

I feel like I’m nearly at the right spot with meds but otherwise I still gotta look at Artrage for its tos in regard to downloading its apps to multiple computers. I vaguely recall it being basically only to one computer, so I want to recheck that to see if it clarifies for when a user gets a new computer or has access to multiple or whatever.

I should probably keep going with the version I have until it can’t work anymore then upgrade since Artrage doesn’t give announcements to when it’ll be bringing out a new version. I feel like they could bring out a new version soon as it looks like they have a rough pattern of every four years and it’s near that mark.

I would like to go with a free program but the ui of artrage is so simply nice and I feel like I have other things to be picking small fights over than trying to find an ui that doesn’t overwhelm me. I don’t feel like I use all that artrage provides to justify its price tag which annoys me, but again I just don’t want to deal with trying a bunch of different programs. Though I will have to when I want to animate, but I’ll continue to push that off for now.

A part of me is worried of my current version dying and thus being unable to grab the files to continue them. So I haven’t been drawing partly because of that. I also need to check if I can transfer files to newer versions or if I’m going to need to complete them first.

I meant to check that like a month ago, but I’ve been working to find a better medicine so I’ve had a stretch of not wanting to deal with anything.

Worried I won’t get Bobo’s birthday twst card done this month. I want to at least write canon event (canon as in her story, not some canon twst thing) of her seeing her idol for the first time which I don’t remember the name.

I still have some stuff to finish designing before I make the introductory post about the Mycelind Kingdom, such as lizard designs, goat designs, and maybe more creatures… heck I need to make a list for that.

Also curse that my mind wanting to post something because I’m failing to sleep but I don’t have anything really to post.

#random #ramble #yuyu or ueue or what?#need nickname spelling suggestions #u-u but that doesnt work as it looks like text emoji #youyou is a little too long #not using pronouns for character as i dont recall the spelling #plus i feel like i should explain but i plan to explain in mycelind kingdom intro post #well maybe i can give a little explanation in tags #for those that bother reading rambly tags for hidden info #mycelind kingdom has more pronouns that are based off the #uhh of the top of my head i think its classifications?#classifications or similar of mushrooms #since heavily mushroom influenced culture #plus why not explore stuff with fiction? though if its offensive in any way #please do hit me over the head i may be too dense to realhze otherwise #ive shared with a few peeps and so far it seems fine since mushrooms #yet i worry that theres some ignorant part of me thats making some misstep #ima shut up now and try to sleep #i should ask for judgement once i lay out the mycelind kingdom mushroom pronouns anyway #artrage is stupidly expensive right? or am i bad with pricing?

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azenari · 2 years ago

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24 | 3.14.18

originally published on TinyLetter I actually really like the number 24. frankly, I'm not too sure what there was to dread about tomorrow, soon to be today. (t-minus 2 minutes to go!) the whole house is asleep. I've got about 60 seconds left. midnight will come. nothing will happen. I'll know, though; we create infrastructure to make sense of things, to cultivate the sensation of living in motion, to fight the easy death of complacency. midnight. and there it is - I know now, in a way that I did not know before, that I am no longer 23. 24. now that we're done with the suspense of that tiny tumult, I want to think about 23 for a moment. 23 was a transition year, and not just for me. when you're 22 you're still overwhelmed by your imminent ejection from the structure of educational institutions. whatever comes next, you're happy just to have something. happy to be employed at ALL, if you're anything like me; happy to be traveling somewhere, happy to have things to do, happy to have food on the table, happy to be even a little less desperate. by the time 23 comes around, though, you're pretty disillusioned. you didn't really have expectations for adulthood to begin with (it's not like you ever had the time to build them). but whatever you did or didn't expect, it wasn't this. the rigidity of responsibility suffocates your weak and vulnerable spirit. you don't miss feeling like you're constantly in free fall, but you miss... racing to keep up with the passage of time, a perpetuum mobile that now sinks slowly into your tired limbs like certain death instead of dragging you along by your fingertips. in college, you were haunted by imposter syndrome. I don't feel a day over 13. and yet the birthdays kept coming, so you became more frantic with each one, thinking you'd be found out for the child you still are. these days? you're not old yet, not really. it just feels like it. so you can keep marching towards death or you can change still the only inevitability besides death and taxes, though these days I'm starting to think that way more people can get away with evading the 'tax' part than I previously imagined - not by moving to California though - so I guess I changed. 23, huh? after a few months of staring in openmouthed terror I leapt onto the bull that was Bridgewater (the company, the team, my own terrible self), locked my hands around its horns, and held on for dear life. we fought. for the same cause, maybe, but it was still a fight. I won one round, perhaps the most important one for the little girl resurfacing in my half-dead body; it proved that the impossible could still be possible for us. I lost the second one. and then, incredibly, I recognized - was FORCED to recognize, thank god - that I'd throw the third if I didn't stop playing. not that it ever stopped me before. this time, though... a month. sleeping, staring into the distance, steeping in warm water, searching through abandoned memories for any semblance of meaning. talking to myself. reading about weightlessness. meditating on the indubitability of tidal waves crashing over a four-foot-ten-inch body, even after the extra ~15 lbs. then I went back, won round 3, and even more incredibly, quit while I was ahead who is this girl? she wonders. who is this girl that starts, and stops, and starts again? who is this girl who opens her mind to the vast terror of space, and welcomes the internal unknown that is always murmuring within us (instead of trying to drown it out with the external unknown of the world) - who stops running long enough to consider whether there was actually anything worth running from? who is this girl, with her habits? her roots? I thought I would have a hard time being more shocked by the miracle of A (who A was, who A is, who he could be) than I was when I first discovered him, in all his fatal springtime glory. I was wrong. I have never been more shaken - uprooted and anchored - than I am now, having lived through 23. the overtures of love that came from near and far at his behest. the overture to drown all others almost precisely halfway through as we renewed our vows to go all in on our dreams and therefore our lives. and now? stunned, again and again, by the miracle of him and the things he is doing, the miracle of him even being alive, the absolutely infuriating miracle of him beating me over the head with the wonders of my own stupid(ly) miraculous life. what is left to put into words? what love songs to write when I see a god I don't know and yet can't deny in his everyday eyes? what singular human creation could capture the vast humanity of faith? stephen hawking died, today-now-yesterday, and in doing so revived the eternal question of what the hell the point of all this might be and whether we get to think about it after we're too deep in the ground to do anything else. I've always wanted to believe, I think. I don't see any other reason why my adolescent body would walk willingly into the ghosts of Eden with my grandparents, my aunt, my cousins, read Genesis in the hotel room with my mother when I was six. talk to youth group leaders. ask questions. learn hymns. I was born with so much faith, it almost made me sick to have nothing to put it towards. I still don't know if god is there. I don't think anyone ever really does, deep down. but I know I thought of A in the same category as I thought of god, sacrilegious as that may sound. I couldn't see how it was possible for him to be real, but neither could I bring myself to conclude that he wasn't. someone to marvel at and wonder with. someone with whom to share the vision of life, the burden of eternity, the weightlessness of love. someone to believe in, a set of hands and bones in which to inter the heart of dreams. in that moment, I didn't just say yes to him. I said yes to the concept and reality of yes - I said yes to yes, to life, to myself, to him, to our children, canine and human alike, to death, to God. I know my voice was quiet but I felt it reverberate in the fabric of everything that is anything; in the core of my flowering faith. yes. yes. just over a year from now, we will be married. I may worry about a lot of things, but not that. I am so far past worrying about that. it's one of the only things that has me convinced I've actually grown quite a bit these last few years. marrying A will be flying, surely. I am so certain it stings the back of my eyes when I pause to consider the gravity of it. remember the 'game over' t-shirts we saw in department stores as a kid? remember the broken mothers and fathers who warned you with their dying bodies that it couldn't be done? well, you can burn all that, in memory and otherwise. because when I walk down the aisle, reaching the end will mean feeling more alive than I have ever felt. there's more. but I suppose it doesn't matter, relatively speaking, because it all started and ended and started again when he asked me a question and I said yes. we're a family. there are four of us, now. we live in California (though I'll always be from New York). my very own baby boy was born here, inseparable from his bonded sister. miracles beget more miracles; dreams fuel the miracle of life. I'm only 24. I don't know much. but I know love is the greatest of all miracles, and I know what - and who - I love. we're here. we live, breathe, eat, sleep, shit. cry. laugh, alone and together. hope, whether together or apart. our dreams are alive in the city of angels. our miracles are real.

#2018

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moxfirefly · 4 years ago

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Leo with prompt #8 please

Pretty pretty pretty please

With so many thank you on top. You're writing sends me into the best mood.

Aww shucks it always makes me happy to hear that!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Leo was an asshole.

Not just in general terms, an obvious statement that Raph could literally break his neck agreeing with you, but Leo was an honest to god asshole.

You wanted to throttle him. Possibly even slap him. Maybe knock over one of his bonsai trees.

Okay that would be cruel at the very least, guy loves his bonsais, but...

You felt another jolt rip through your body causing the drink in your hand to slosh about. Some of it spilled on the hardwood floor and by the looks of it Vern would have a coronary due to it. April placed a hand on your shoulder, concern in her eyes. “You alright y/n? You look a little in pain?” She was only looking out for you but the only thought in your brain was to just yell, ‘Leo is a fucking asshole’.

Speaking of said asshole, he was over by the billiards table, resting against it while Casey and Raph had their latest competitive bought. The blue banded leader was the very picture of innocence, hell he wasn’t even drinking the god damn boy scout. “Hey Leo, you ready to get your ass handed as soon I finish handing it to your brother” Casey rested his weight on the billiards stick, possibly another coronary for Vern who had them imported from some fancy woodwork place.

Leo was busy looking at his phone, his thumb running across the screen in a nonchalant flick. “Might have to rain check that one, Case” His expression was neutral, bored at best. “Oh come on man, my birthday my rules” The birthday boy in question frowned, even more so when a ball was knocked into the corner pocket where he was standing. “Sorry, chief Vincent has been texting me all night updates of a new case” He flicked his thumb more rapidly, Casey assumed probably pictures of the possible offenders.

“Are we working later?” Was Raph’s question as he lined up another shot, which Casey prayed he would miss. He didn’t naturally.

“I’ll let you know, but doesn’t seem so” Leo actually felt proud of himself, an honest to goodness lie out of his own mouth. You would be proud of him, if you weren’t busy glaring daggers at him.

The situation was the following, you had only yourself to blame, but it had occurred to you to incorporate some outside play with Leo. So, you had purchased a remote control vibrator, a fancy little egg shaped thing that was currently resting inside your underwear. It could be controlled remotely via a phone app and while Leo wasn’t big on public stunts like this, that reptile part of his brain was yelling in excitement.

Two hours.

Casey’s little birthday party had been active for two hours. Which meant a that Leo had been running dangerous circles around his phone screen and you were already forgetting how to walk and talk at the same time. Vern’s penthouse was a little more packed than the usual gang it could inhabit, a few off duty officers that Casey hung out with and knew the terrapins were there.

You had told April by now that your day of the month had come up and the cramps were just a little more harsh than usual. Knowing all too well those woes, she rubbed your arm affectionately. “You don’t have to stay if you’re too beat up” She was bummed out, it was fun to have a human female friend given her circumstances had her putting up with five testosterone filled men, four of which were literal giant turtles.

You shook your head with a smile. “And miss out on drunk karaoke? I’m good, I can handle- th-this” Oh that was dangerous, that was truly entering very dangerous territories. When your eyes landed on Leo, stupid smug brat with his pretty lips and holding his phone like the prized possession it currently was, you glared. Excusing yourself you made the slow walk towards Leo, he had been standing at the mini bar area (that you found clashed horribly in this man cave) looking quite proud of himself.

“I’m going to kill you” You stage whispered at him, a full smile on your lips. Your large terrapin boyfriend chuckled, phone at his side and his thumb making a series of swivels on it. A hand landed on his plastron, nails pressed harshly on the plates. “You look a little red faced, too much wine?” He turned slightly, reaching over the mini bar to grab a seltzer water.

“You are the biggest asshole at this party and that says a lot given that Vern lives here” The treacherous buzzing eased off when Leo took a second to unscrew the bottle of seltzer water. You took the opportunity to breath but just as he took a sip, he was back to swiping his finger. “May I remind you that you bought it and you told me to do this, I really don’t see how I’m the bad guy here” He left the phone on the small counter space, another brief reprieve.

“But if I’m the biggest asshole here, I guess I should live up to the title” He smiled, he honest to god gave you that typical sweet boy smile.

Before proceeding to basically DJ his phone screen with an index finger.

You pressed your face to his arm and prayed to god that, welll, just, fuck!

“Leonardo I can’t have an orgasm in public!” Your words were muffled by the skin of his arm, regardless the party was on full blast. There was a delicious thrill at the idea of it though, as Leo wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, you could make out just how much he had been enjoying this game.

He kissed your temple, nothing salacious about it, just a sweet peck.

Then his mouth fell closer to your ear.

"I don't give two shits that we're in public and people are watching."

Your eyes went wide, the intensity of the toy being put on full blast and Leo twitching his finger on the screen without any intention of letting up.

He hugged you closer to him, smiling against your temple as your grip became iron tight on his clothes. As the music got heavier and the chatter picked up, you did all you could do to muffle your moans of pleasure against Leo’s plastron, thankfully using the same thing to hide your face.

Because your eyes were rolling back and Leo didn’t seem to have any intention of slowing down. Even when Raph’s gaze landed on the pair, Leo just mouthed ‘cramps’ at him with a sad expression, the large brute made a sympathetic look before returning to his own on going conversation.

Only when he felt you start to tremble, incoherent babbling he could only make out to be begging, did Leo ease up to a soft rumble that only served to shock you from time to time. When you felt like your vision returned, you looked up at him all red faced and shakey breathing.

Leo petted your hair, smirking down at your slightly disheveled state. Surely this was going to be his favorite toy, even if it was currently back firing on him. He was hideously turned on and your warm body against him only served to make things worse for him.

But naturally you wanted some payback, since he had been a wonderful, delightful and merciless asshole.

“Sensei, please?” You whispered up at him, all pouty lips and innocent eyed. Inside you were grinning victoriously when he grunted and held you tighter.

Even when his eyes landed on the bathroom, you knew the real winner had been you.

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