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alovelyburn · 2 years ago

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Rambles about the Conviction Arc Part 9

I made a mistake a few weeks ago and just read the entire rest of the Conviction arc... so it’s proving a bit difficult to get revved up to talk about it since that was a while back. The other thing is that Conviction has a lot of stuff about characters that I don’t have tons to say about (although I do enjoy them). So, you know. Bear with me.

Rambles about the Conviction Arc Part 9

One disadvantage to the whole ‘commentary as we go” system I’ve got going on here is that sometimes it’s hard to really dive into a certain topic – like Griffith’s complicated relationship with the Hawks, and with power, and with people who fawn on him. Like you can talk about it in bits and pieces but it takes a more focused take to really delve into a specific topic...

Which is just a leadin to how I have a lot of thoughts on Berserk’s religious system. Maybe I’ll do more focused single topic commentary once I finish this thing. Anyway.

1. I try not to get too judgey with characters – they’re all fragile and have their foibles and issues, like okay that’s fine but holy shit Nina wears on my last nerve. I understand that she’s afraid and that she doesn’t want to die but I have limited sympathy for someone who is literally a cannibal and is willing to sell out anyone to save her own skin, including Casca who is currently being revered by Nina’s own cult, like what is going on there.

...all that said, the thing that really sticks out to me about Nina is that she’s incredibly normal in most ways, and she’s had the misfortune to be born into a world where normal people are just not at an advantage. She doesn’t have the emotional fortitude of someone like Luca, even, and so she crumbles. And there’s a lot about her relationship with Luca that kind of echoes back to some of the repeating themes in Berserk, as well as specifically some of the things Griffith said way back in the Golden Age.

Which is sort of appropriate because Luca is kind of representative of the kind of person Griffith was, as well. Don’t get me wrong they don’t have especially similar personalities, but some of the underlying mechanics are similar – she has taken on this leadership role and tied her fate to these people – “we share a common fate,” and all that which was basically Griffith’s issue as well. And like him, once she’s settled on a particular route, she won’t back down from it even if it causes problems, or makes her life more difficult.

She even expresses similar thoughts on hierarchy and those on the top thinking they can do just whatever they want – it’s just a matter of who the people on top are – aristocracy in Grifith’s case and the church in Luca’s.

As a result of that, her relationship to the weaker members of her corner – particularly Nina – is a little complicated. Remember back when we went over how Griffith perceives much of the awe that surrounds him as sublimated hatred or fear? More on that later!

Anyway!

2. So then Guts turns up and just grabs his guy by the face and asks him questions like, Guts he cant answer you; your hand is covering his entire mouth-nose area.

It’s funny though, Miura had this kind of generic loser knight look that he used...

Here, right? He looks just like

This loser knight that tried to recruit Guts back at the beginning of the Golden Age. I don’t think there’s any connection or importance to it, I just think its funny how he repeated that face for multiple loser knights.

3. I feel like the way he drew Casca, even in her regressed state, changed a lot over the years. Like early on, here for example, she has this wide eyed sort of vacuous way about her – later on she became more childlike and playful, and I’m not saying either is better than the other, I’m just saying I do see a difference. An evolution in some direction. But we’ll see whether I’m crazy and misremembering as time continues.

Anyway, back to Nina.

4. This is probably the closest I ever came to liking her. Not that I like her. Even though she ended up causing more problems, in this moment she meant well.

...

Okay lemme see if I can gather some thoughts about Nina.

In a certain way she reminds me of Corkus – that mixture of reverence and resentment that she shows Luca, the consequence of being kind of sucked into the orbit of a stronger personality. But Corkus is a more assertive and stronger person than she is, and so he’s a bit less passive aggressive and also a bit less resentful (but not unresentful). I’m trying not to launch into a rant about Corkus here, but it does kind of confuse me when people think he’s genuinely Griffith’s Number 1 fan, because I think he kind of obviously resents being forced to be the normal one vs Griffith’s special one even at the same time as he respects and admires that specialness.

And that’s kind of what brings him to mind with Nina, because I think she obviously loves and relies on Luca but at the same time she resents being in a situation where she has to rely on Luca. In a lot of ways I guess she’s resenting her own weakness, and the insecurity and lack of confidence turns her petty and mean.

And this idea that people resent and hate the people they love and revere the most – particularly the leaders whose shadow they live in, is a repeated theme throughout Berserk – Griffith even describes it in his torture monologue when he essentially says that when people look at him in fear or hate it can be changed into awe or dread. And some of that is what drives Nina really – this bitterness she gets from looking at Luca and seeing someone she can’t be and feeling beneath her.

And that brings me back to Nina and “Elaine.” Because as selfish as Nina is, in this moment she can’t just leave “Elaine” behind in part, I think, because she has the chance to do for someone else what Luca does for her – Elaine is even weaker and more in need of protection than she is, herself. But I think even more than that, she identifies with that weakness... and doesn’t want to be alone, herself.

Do I sound sympathetic? I still don’t like her.

5. You know, I try not to say strange things about Gutsca very much because... I don’t want to come off like a hater, and I do understand and appreciate the importance of that connection to the plot and the characters involved. But.

Man, sometimes the things that come up with Gutsca are creepy as hell. Whenever I see someone suggesting that Guts is Casca’s lover after only knowing her in her Elaine form, I...

Like, I love you dearly Luca, but you don’t know whether Casca’s always been like that or why she’s like that if not. Why would your first thought be “I bet this guy is sleeping with the girl whose mind is basically that of a toddler?” And she’s not even the only one, it’s kind of strange.

The other thing I notice whenever these things come up is that Guts never actually gives an answer. It’s always just kind of left hanging there implicitly, much like his issue with Griffith where he never manages to say he wants to kill him. There are couple of ways to take that, really – I always figured it was an indication that their relationship was meant to be somewhat ambiguous, or rather his feelings about her were. The romance between them has always been half projection anyway – Judeau projecting on Guts, Guts and Casca projecting on each other, and then a series of people reading what they assume into Guts and Casca’s dynamic. Which isn’t to say that those assumptions necessarily won’t be vindicated.

Anyway.

I don’t have much to say about the scenes that are mostly just Nina and Elaine running around so bear with me if I skip large swathes of the story- you’ve all read it anyway.

6. All the different iterations of the Hawk symbol – the Holy See, this black one, the white one with the behelit and snakes, and the later one that’s literally made from human skin – kind of fascinate me. Like I said before I have a lot of thoughts on Berserk’s religious system but they aren’t things I would talk about right now because I want to see how well they stand up to what actually happens while I’m doing this reread. But I will say the way that many different people and groups use iterations of this symbol that reflect their personal perspective informs those thoughts. And that I suspect interconnection may be at play here because one thing Miura liked to do is present like.... these larger systems that change meaning depending on where you look. “Demons to some, Angels to others,” as the cenobites would say, for example.

Also, jfc Casca, always getting drawn into these freaky things with Godhand and demons and such.

I also really like the view of what’s actually happening during these possession moments from the outside. It’s like horrifying smoke hydra, fascinating.

7. So looking back at Rosine and her ability to create pseudo-elves and bug men, and now looking at what the behelit apostle can do, I’m going to come down in favor of “apostles who can create pseudoapostles can make more than one kind. I’d be interested in knowing what made the choices though because with the behelit apostle I feel like it’s based on the person he stings whereas with Rosine she seemed to be deciding their forms.

Just gonna slide right by sexual assault on Casca #9384...

8. It’s always interesting to see how much Guts struggles back in the relative beginnings of Berserk. Because as time goes on he just becomes more and more untouchable – even before the berserker armor he was already kind of heading in that direction. And I’m not saying I don’t like that – nothing buoys my heart more than seeing Guts wreck monsters and people and also ships and gods. But it is interesting isn’t it?

Miura was always very careful about power scaling, which I appreciate – it kept things from getting too over the top although obviously people like Guts and Griffith are still far outside the realm of what a human can do. But he talked a lot in his interviews (as reported by that twitter) about wanting to keep things looking like they could be possible even though obviously they aren’t. And I think he generally did a great job of that. Still sometimes I think about the way Guts’ skills scaled because back at the 100 man battle, he... well killed 100 men. And then after the sojourn he was said to be on another level entirely than he had been before he left the Hawks – even so he could only barely survive fighting Wyald. And then after the two year timeskip hes out there killing apostles, but it’s still pretty tough. But he must have improved between the BSM arc and Millennium Falcon because then he’s able to fight Zodd of all apostles on relatively even footing. And then comes the Berserker Armor.

9. Are Serpico’s eyes literally supposed to be closed, like is he walking around with his eyes closed or what?

Anyway, I don’t have much to say about this scene except “Farnese’s obsession with Guts continues to snowball lolz” but it’s here to lead in to...

Here, which is the initial confrontation between Serpico and Guts.

It’s a telling one, isn’t it? It’s also interesting because it’s the first time we’ve seen a human who can give Guts a run for his money since Bosogn, and Guts wasn’t anything like he is now back during the Doldrey.

And that kind of goes back to my random powerscaling ramble earlier because I wonder if Serpico is meant to be a better swordfighter than Griffith? I don’t care, mind you, like I’m not trying to defend Griffith’s dignity or whatever, it’s just interesting because the amount of “Griffith’s an unparalleled genius in combat” that gets tossed around back in the Golden Age is way out of proportion with Serpico being, you know, a really good swordfighter and yet if you think about the scaling doesn’t it imply that Serpico is significantly better?

You may think, Ariel why are you worrying about power levels no one cares, and I agree with that but it does make me think about what is says about Serpico that is not only is that good but consistently plays it down. I’ve seen people refer to Serpico and Griffith as similar types of personality which I don’t think is quite true, but they do have a couple of overlaps besides being excellent fighters with and speed-and-agility-based build instead of a strength-and-durability based build like Guts. One of them is that they’re constantly hiding half their personality and specifically the part that makes them more competent than everyone around them. Griffith hides the depths and breadth of his intellect and most importantly he hides how far he’s willing to go to accomplish what he needs to accomplish and really Serpico hides his version of the same thing right like he pretends to be ridiculous even though he’s actually a razor-sharp mind. And he hides how good – and how strategic - he is as a fighter.

Which is the other thought I have about Serpico and Griffith’s relative skill levels which is.... one might think it’s obvious that Serpico is stronger but actually, it’s hard to tell because every time Serpico has had to fight Guts, he controlled the battlefield. He chose terrains that were advantageous to him... vs say Griffith with the snow duel where its lampshaded that he’s at a terrible disadvantage even if you don’t count the fact that he’s having a mental breakdown at the time.

...I just love how Guts just kinda shoots at him and looks totally bored doing it.

Anyway back to Serpico.

And that’s the Serpico equivalent of Griffith flashing hawk eyes – the moment where it becomes clear that the person you’re dealing with has been playing nice and is actually like ten times more dangerous than you could have guessed.

I say Serpico and Griffith aren’t that similar, which I stand by, but at the same time there are these overlaps, I don’t know it’s interesting. I guess the main thing is that Griffith is composed of many types of characters at once, and Serpico is a character made of one of the types that go into Griffith. If that makes sense.

Although I do wish we got as many peeks into Griffith’s internal processes as we do with Serpico. I mean in moments where he’s not about to lose his shit. Anyway, I do love the way Serpico realistically assesses his chances – he knows that even in the situation he’s arranged to be to his advantage, he’s still going to lose if he lets Guts collect himself. But his lack of knowledge of Guts as a person does ultimately come in because who the hell would have expected

...that?

This reminds me of an actual true crime case. It’s kind of the corner of a larger... thing that happened, but this woman was being attacked with a knife and she grabbed the blade and wouldn’t let go. And he couldn’t get it away from her. So he asked if he could just leave. It’s awful but its also a little ridiculous.

10. Behelit Apostle is just a troublemaker.

How is she surprised that he freaks out when he sees her. She fed him human child stew and then tried to kill him. Nina. Wtf. Nina.

11. I do enjoy these moments of, I guess, Casca’s muscle memory. They remind you of who she used to be. Also, when Guts is there to witness them (or the aftermath of them) such as when she killed her assailants in a few volumes, it kind of fuels his hope that the woman he knew is still in there somewhere.

12. I’ll never stop finding the way Guts echoes Griffith interesting. So many of the things he says and so much of the way he lives and the choices he makes are things that he received or learned from Griffith – it brings me back to the one Miura quote about how Guts was “purified” by Griffith, or supported in life by him. The person Guts became is the person Griffith enabled him to become, and that’s a big chunk of the reason he remains ambivalent. No matter how angry he is, no matter how much he hates Griffith, it’s tough to completely disavow the person who pulled you off the streets, became the first person to believe in you or trust you and saved your life a number of times.

13. Not an especially important comment but I do love when Miura’s Go Nagai jumps out. And this is really the only time I have a lot of sympathy for Nina, I mean that is horrifying and I can’t imagine where her brain goes after that.

Okay moving on to Farnese and Serpico.

14.I think I talked about this a bit last time – the illusionary nature of Farnese’s power within the Holy See. I mean I have some thoughts about Farnese as a character – she’s one of my favorites and also I think one of the most successful characters in the series... I think the only ones I like more than her are the big two, Guts and Griffith. And I’m kind of hoping to get more into it later, because a lot of her history comes out later and so does a good deal of her internal logic and of course her future path.

But I think a lot of her issue does reside in this feeling of being... a person who wants to set her own path and be independent and not be tossed about by the people around her, specifically the men around her, but who consistently finds that whenever she thinks she’s achieved it, it’s actually an illusion. All the power she’s ever gotten came from men, and men take it away as soon as she steps out of line. And she kind of tries to build herself around these areas where she thinks she’s found strength and then those things are taken away.

It kind of reminds me of Casca, right, and I mean this is why she ends up falling in love with Guts the same way Casca ends up falling in love with Griffith – because these guys come storming into these women’s lives like a tornado and upend the rules that they thought they had to live by. And therefore they are able to find a new way to live and forge a new path. In Farnese’s case, she ultimately finds a source of strength and power that is far more “real” than the titles some dudes give her that encompass the authority that some dudes give her when she gets into magic. But anyway.

15. Man her relationship with Serpico was such a mess back in the day. There are a lot of arguments about whether or not they have romantic feelings for each other (which... I strongly believe they do, but more on that when it comes up. I mean I don’t ship them or anything, just saying), but whatever the nature of that connection it is pretty toxic especially back at this point.

Also as a sidenote, I wonder when/if she stopped thinking Guts was the Hawk of Darkness. I mean she has by the current chapters obviously, but at this point I’m not sure. She stopped calling him anything except the Black Swordsman, and no one else seems to have drawn a line between Guts and the Hawk of Darkness they just keep going after him because he’s a walking disaster and killed a bunch of them. So, IDK.

16.I don’t really have much to say about this image, I just think it’s fantastic and horrifying.

One other interesting thing about Casca and the brand though is like...

The brand is a curse and all, but it often ends up protecting Casca vs. attacking Guts. I assume this has something to do with (plot convenience) the demon child, but it’s definitely “interesting.”

17. Lemme just take a moment to appreciate Luca, a completely normal person with no particularly impressive skills and no ambitions to attain any combat skills or anything like that, who waded into the Tower of Rebirth, currently overrun by people who would burn her with a grin to save this weirdo who is kind of awful and wouldn’t even be in this situation if she hadn’t run away without a plan to begin with.

I ship it, too bad it didn’t work out (as I recall).

18. I feel like the entire retcon about people being unable to see elves was a setup for this specific moment where Farnese’s understanding of the world finally breaks. It’s like the point of no return, even if she denies what she’s seeing, even if she tries to cling onto her old beliefs for a little while longer... the fact that she can see Puck now tells us that there’s no going back for her.

So like, one of the things that came out during the flood of interesting Miura quotes from the past few weeks is that his family was very turbulent and his father was “mentally unstable” and highly abusive until he became extremely religious and suddenly calmed down. And I think that’s fascinating because the things you see happening in Berserk, but particularly I think it informed the way he wrote religion as this thing that’s kind of....

Redemptive in a way – stabilizing in a way – but also terrifying and housing a lot of darkness. That’s true of Griffith and Mozgus and Farnese, etc. The entire Holy See kind of reflects that, really. I don’t know, it’s interesting stuff.

Okay so I’m leaving off here. I’m trying to hit larger sectionsof story at the moment because as much as I enjoy things like the conviction arc, they foreground a lot of characters that don’t have like TON of relevance to the larger story. They do reinforce and complement the ideas present in the major characters, so I try to touch on those things, but like how much can I say about Jerome, you know? Even though I like him.

But that said, we’re now entering the run up to the conclusion of Conviction, so things will start heating up with Guts having to decide between chasing Casca and chasing the Godhand/Griffith, and such, as well as ultimately the return of Griffith in about two volumes. So. It’s exciting, I’m excited.

#rambles about berserk #berserk #ariel talks about berserk #berserk meta

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dylanobrienisbatman · 4 years ago

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The main problem with the whole mal vs the darkling thing in regards to being possessive (or really when it comes to any of their traits) is the fact that throughout, the darkling is clearly framed as the villain and his actions reflect that, whereas Mal as supposed to be the good guy and best romantic partner for Alina, and yet he has all these awful character traits and tendencies. So its less about how awful the Bad Guy is (since he's supposed to be), and more about how awful the person that we're supposed to believe is the best option for Alina is. I don't ship either, just my two cents.

Okay well... two things. First, your comment about "its less about how awful the bad guy is, since he's supposed to be", takes every comment I've made about Darkles out of context, which seems fitting since everything Darklina's spout about Mal is out of context. Him being the Bad Guy is fine, and if you like him AS A VILLAIN, and acknowledge all the bad shit he does, then my posts aren't for you. I think he's a very interesting villain, and a lot of the terrible shit he does that I have to keep making posts about make him a good villain, the problem is when the terrible shit the "Bad Guy" does is romanticized and viewed as the reasons why Alina SHOULD have picked him. So, don't assume everyone gets that "hes supposed to be awful". The point my post was making is that Darklina's love to call Mal possessive, but then turn around and act like Darkles literally enslaving her in somehow sexy and romantic. It's fucking not, and it's transparent as hell that y'all romanticize and sexualize the actually possessive character, and then project false character traits onto Mal. It's so transparent, it's almost funny.

But, more importantly, to your second, very wrong point, I wonder how much of the narrative about Mal having "awful character traits and tendencies" is actually a commentary on Mal as a character, or is it just Darklina's lying about things Mal has done and everyone accepting that misinterpretation as canon. Because, if were making a list...

Fuck boy - False! Mal was not a fuck boy! He was an attractive teenager who hooked up with consenting girls his age when he could, and he was not in a relationship during that time. Alina had never told him how she felt, so he is not beholden to her. (Also, nobody seems to have an issue with the fact that Darkles hooked up with Zoya in the show, that doesn't make HIM a fuckboy... interesting) (also also, nobody seems to discuss Darkles literally sexually assaulting Alina, and lying and manipulating her to get her to be physically intimate with him so he can use her... double interesting).

Slut Shames Alina - FALSE! The ever favourite callout line from Darklina's "He's all over you" isn't him slut shaming her. First, he has no idea what their relationship is like at that point, but more importantly, he is making an observation of her status in the little palace and how she has become his tool. He has dressed her up in his colors, made her put on a show for his benefit, and has created a situation where Alina appears to be his. Mal is noting that after months of searching for her, believing she was being hurt, tortured, or worse, when he arrives to save her, she looks like the Darkling's pet. (and, even if he WAS angry because he perceived them to be romantically involved, boy just spent months fighting for his life, lost multiple friends, and almost died to find her, all while coming to the realisation that he was in love with her, and then he shows up, after not hearing from her for months... I'd be pissed as hell too.) Important Note: He even acknowledges that what he said was wrong and tries to apologise, before Alina tells him that he was right. (Shadow and Bone, pg. 286). He also then apologizes, completely unprompted, for what he said. (Shadow and Bone, pg. 297).

Fat Shames Alina - False! This one is particularly laughable to me, because its one of the Darklina arguments that falls apart the second you actually read the scene. They are running for their lives in the forest, and Mal has to hunt and gather to feed them. He is noting that Alina's appetite has increased since he last saw her, and he makes a joke (ya know, how you do with friends) about how it would be easier to keep her fed if she still had her more meager appetite from before. He makes no comment on her weight, or her size, and he is not actually commenting on her appetite in a negative way, he is just acknowledging that it's a lot more work for him now that she eats more. Right before he says the line, the quote even proves that he isn't shaming her or thinking badly of her: "With a bemused expression, he watched as I gobbled down my portion and then sighed, still hungry". He is noting a change in her, and complaining that its made more work for him. If you think thats the same as fat shaming, well... thats a you problem.

Hates Alina's Powers - FALSE!!!! How to begin... do we talk about it was Mal's idea to hunt the stag in S&B, because he knew she needed it to be more powerful so she could stop the darkling? Do we talk about how he vowed to find the firebird for her, even though he was terrified of what all that power would do to her? Do we talk about how he literally died so she could achieve the power she needed to save the world? Or maybe we could talk about how he believed in her power more than anyone else, like when everyone was making bets about her abilities with the Cut and he knew she'd go further and better than anyone else expected her too, or when he tells her that he was never afraid of her powers, only what seeking all that power would do to her (which is literally the theme of the books, that power corrupts and seeking unmatched power can destroy you)? Mal being afraid of what is going to happen to Alina, being protective of her and worrying over her, is not the same as him hating her powers. He exists to help remind Alina of the themes of the story, and to guide her into maintaining her humanity.

Abusive - ... Do I even need to explain this one? Must I deign an explanation as to why this favourite Darklina lie is so fucking stupid, and also totally hypocrisy? No? Because we all know Darkles is actually the abusive one and they're trying to project their own shit onto Mal to further their abuse apologist agenda? Cool. Moving on.

Possessive of Alina - False! Throughout the entire series, Mal is quite literally the opposite of possessive, but yall just cant read. Not only does he quite literally step out of the way and allow Nikolai to court Alina without argument, which is the most direct example of him not being possessive, he also spends two full books believing, and repeatedly saying over and over and over, that they can't be together because he is not good enough for her. Mal believes, fully, that Alina deserves more than him, better than him, because he's just a tracker and a soldier, just a regular man with nothing to offer her but his love and his protection, and she is a Saint and should be a Queen. Possessiveness is the wish to own and control someone, it is literally the opposite of Mal believing that he's not good enough and doing everything he can to ensure that Alina achieves everything and gets everything he believes she is owed. A possessive character would not tell her to tell him to leave because he has nothing he can offer her, no title or land or country or crown. A possessive character would not promise to be the blade in her hand, because he believed he had nothing but the blood he could spill to offer her.

Angry - True! Yeah, omg, you caught us, Mal is ANGRY! Heaven forbid a teenager who is traumatized beyond belief and has to give up everything in his life, his position in the military (he deserted for her), his friends and the job he loved (Mikhail and Dubrov died for him, and he can't be a tracker in the army... because he deserted... for Alina), and, most importantly, he has to give up Alina (she should be Queen, he believes, and he has to give up the future he imagined with the girl he loves, who he was pretty sure loved him back, because she's a saint and queen and he's just a man), and more, is ANGRY. He has to be the one to find the amplifiers that he knows will end up hurting her, because thats what she needs to save the world. He has to sit by while Nikolai treats him like the dirt on his shoe and tries to woo Alina for his own personal gain (because Nikoalai did not love Alina. Maybe he came to care for her, but he proposed and spent all of S&S trying to get her to marry him when it was obvious they were not in love. He straight up says its so that the next King of Ravka can be married to the Sun Summoner. It's a power grab.) and he can't do anything about it. So yeah, Mal is angry. And yeah, sometimes he's even angry at Alina, just like sometimes she's angry at him. But they always find their way back, always apologize and try to be better for each other, and if you think anger is a toxic trait, and not simply a natural human emotion, might I suggest touching some fucking grass?

Idk why you thought I'd stand for Mal slander on my blog, cuz I will not. So, I'm gonna stop there, because I have shit to do today, but I really do wonder how much of Mal's 'toxic' or 'terrible' traits, that make him such a 'bad' love interest for Alina, really comes from Darklina's who refuse to actually read the text critically at all, and instead take everything he does and says out of context to further their agenda that Alina should have ended up as the Darkling's fucking slave forever, because thats the "girl power feminist" ending somehow. Mal supports her, loves her, sacrifices for her at every turn, and does everything he can do, to the point of literally dying for her, to ensure that she can defeat Darkles and save the world. He protects her, and when they end up happy and safe together on the orphange that they've rebuilt to help the children that were victims of Darkles war and genocide, he spends his days bringing her tea and cakes and flowers, kissing her silly under the stairs in the view of all the teachers, and calling her names like beauty, beloved, cherished, my heart for the rest of their ordinary life together, if love can ever be called that.

#Malina #anti darklina #malyen oretsev #mal oretsev #shadow and bone #if yall could just learn to fucking read... i am begging you

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bored-mumma · 4 years ago

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Sebastian Stan - Fluff Alphabet

MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes version

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

He loves your passion. How even little things in life can get you excited and happy. He also loves your strong will. You two being in the lime light takes a strong personality and you match that perfectly.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

He really wants kids. He likes to imagine Sunday mornings, your children waking you up and you all making breakfast before spending the day playing games and just being a close family. Nothing makes him happier than thinking of his future family.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

No matter how warm the nights get, Sebastian likes to be snuggled entirely under the blankets. Usually one of you will be spooning the other but if its too hot then just either your legs or arms are slightly tangled.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

Sebastian doesn’t do ‘little’ dates. He sweeps you off your feet every single time. You’ll come home from work expecting a normal evening at home to find some new fancy clothes and jewellery lying down on your bed, along with a note telling you what time to be ready by. Bang on time, Sebastian knocks on the door (you live together but why not be romantic and come pick you up like he used too) with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Before driving to a beautiful restaurant, champagne sitting there waiting. All evening he would throw compliments at you, repeating his love. If you felt like it, you two would go for a walk along the sea front or just drive randomly and talk away.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are my light.

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

He couldn’t really give a proper time when he knew he was falling for you. It just kind of happened! He knew he missed you when you were gone, even if you spent all day together. He knew he dreamt of waking up to your face everyday and he knew his heart skipped a beat every time you kissed him. One day he just realised ‘holy shit, i love you’.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

I = Impression. First impression/s?

You two got along very well. Your personalities just clicked and the two of you became friends fast. It took a few months, but that friendship soon turned into love.

J- Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

He loves them, a lot more than you did. Barely a day went by that Sebastian didn’t play some sort of joke on you. Usually you find it funny and playful but other days you want to slap his pretty face.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

Most of the time Sebastian will hold your chin with his finger and thumb, tilt your head up and kiss you deeply. Although sometimes he’ll be a little more rough and grab your waist, pulling you towards him.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

You do. After a particularly breath taking date and nearly six months together, you finally felt as though you were ready to say those words. When you uttered those words, Sebastian grinned at you before saying it back.

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

You two were walking home from a lovely date night a restaurant. You both had a few drinks so couldn’t drive and you were struggling to catch a taxi so decided to take a longer walk across the parks. It was a stunning night and half way home, he placed his jacket on the ground and the two of you lied down, watching the stars and resting your feet. Feeling merry anyway from the drinks flowing through you, you lied there for nearly an hour, just joking together and sharing kisses. Going from the last letter, this was the moment you looked up at each other and said I love you for the first time.

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

You are so, so spoilt. Literally anything your eyes land on, Sebastian will buy it for you. Even stuff you had never seen or even heard of, if he thinks you’ll like it, he’ll buy it, Date night? He’s got you some new clothes and jewellery for it. Anniversary? You cant see the floor in your home from all the gifts. And birthdays are just insane with the amount of stuff he gets you.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Sky Blue. A lovely calm, stunning colour that reminds him of summer days. Days he loved to spend with you. He would often buy you some sky blue jewellery, making a matching dress too.

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

You two are cringe as hell and like to think of the most sickening names for each other as possible. Bunny, sugar-plum, precious. Just as cringy as possible to make each other laugh.

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Sebastian's a simple man and loves the simple things. One of those things is a gentle bike ride. On a hot day with the cold breeze cooling him, he loved to just bike through the country and forget about life's trouble for a while.

R = Rainy Day

A busy man leads a busy life. Rain or shine, his days barely change. Although on the rare days you both have a day together with nothing to do and its pouring it down outside, he was known to drag you out in it. Whether to just dance in the back garden or to go for a quick run, Sebastian loved to just be out in the rain for a while with you. It felt like a reset for you both and it was those moments you treasured the most.

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

As most people know, Sebastian talks to his therapist often. You try not to pry too much, knowing if he wants to share his feelings with you, he will. But you can always tell when he’s feeling a bit down. It’s usually cured with a cup of tea, cuddles and you dragging your nails gently across his skin to make him feel relaxed. Sometimes he’ll talk to you about what’s bothering him, other times he just wants to feel your touch.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

You two are low key conspiracy theorists. You will often find you both having deep conversations about a theory you saw online or about a new documentary. Whether it was something like aliens exist all the way to the queen is a lizard, you two would have debated on it.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

As said above, he loves to feel your nails dragging across his skin. He felt most relaxed when lying in bed on his stomach, you lying beside him and dragging your nails along his spine. He would get Goosebumps from it and always felt like he could fall asleep right there and then.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

You and your career! Sebastian was your number one fan and would brag about your acting success every chance he could. Even if he’s doing an interview about his own movie, he’ll still slip in there how proud he is of your new project. He couldn’t help it.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

It was your two year anniversary and you two decided to take a week off of work. Nothing special planned, just a week to relax and actually get to enjoy one another's company. Sebastian watched you with admiration as you cooked dinner, watching the way you sung along to the radio and how you refused to let him help, insisting on spoiling him. As you stood at the stove, Sebastian walked to the bedroom and grabbed a little box from his bedside drawers. Going back to the kitchen, he stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, head resting on your shoulder.

“This wasn’t how i planned it,” He said, letting go of your slightly to open the box and show a beautiful ring. “But i couldn't wait any longer. Will you marry me?”

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

wonderful tonight - Eric Clapton

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You are the honey to my bee.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Sebastian has always wanted a dog! You two ended up adopting a puppy together.

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Null Moon (Marko x Reader)

Rating: SFW

Word Count:5.5k

Summary: Due to some mad bogus circumstances your hand was forced into relocating to the Santa Carla witch coven. Not exactly where you saw yourself, but beggars cant be choosers or however that saying goes. New coven, new community, no idea how this was going to play out, what could go wrong?

Warnings: Nothing really. Just 80s slang, some suggestive themes, trigger warning for witchcraft I guess, vampire boys doing stalky vampire things, and expanding the magical community at large. Throw in psychic fliting too. The only real warning here is that I wax soliloquy, stopping me is impossible.

So I watched Lost Boys again and Marko just too pretty and wouldn’t stop, so I had to write about it. I’m dedicated to worldbuilding because it pleases me, so no smut yet, but don’t worry, its comin. Enjoy the 80s slang sprinkled everywhere. Out of no where I know, but I hope you all like it ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Part 2: Blood Moon ✧･ﾟ:

Salt was something you’d found yourself trying to quickly get accustomed to. Don’t get it twisted, you weren’t mental and liked it in your food just fine, but it was in everything here. It was bogus, really. None of your new sisters warned you about the mundane annoyances when relocating to their beachfront town.

It was almost insidious how it could worm its way into just about anywhere and everything. Even on days you were a shut-in, your hair still had a salty ocean breeze scent and you swore you’d find grains of sand in the oddest of places. It wasn’t that big of a deal, just another thing out of your control-- one you’d never be able to change.

The atmosphere answered to no one. Maybe this was the ocean’s way of welcoming you into the fold? Taking it as a sign that the gods were pleased with your departure from the Louisiana coven helped soothe the bitter ache.

You had other things to occupy your thoughts, anyway. Nothing exciting, just the very normal, very stressful situations that came with moving. Having a not so smooth departure made your integration into this coven rocky. Trying to smooth that out while accommodating for the new energy and dynamic of the community made things difficult. Stressful? Definitely. Normal? Unfortunately. Hectic? Totally, but still necessary to process.

Getting to know your new coven sisters was also proving tedious, certain views not quite matching up. At least you were kept too busy to really worry over it. Keeping your mind occupied made everything easier. Even if they didn’t know why you’d really been looking to transfer, it was no secret on their end why they’d been so eager to accept you. They’d had a very specific position that none of the current members were willing to entertain.

A major part of the job was the operation of the coven owned metaphysical shop on the boardwalk, night shift specifically. That had a swirl of mixed emotions bristle your senses- excitement just edging out over apprehension. Your old coven hadn't been open to the human public in any way, shape, or form. The practice was sacred and you were taught to keep it that way.

The only non-paranormal individuals allowed within the walls were partners of the community. A werewolf's mate, for instance, maybe suffering an energetic imbalance would be brought in. So dealing with the stuffy clueless human populace nightly? Well, the idea was less than stellar...but survival required adaptation, and you could be flexible. Still, predicting the havoc it’d play on your nerves was easy. Good thing wine existed because having a glass a day was majorly on the agenda.

Oh well, every job had to have something and each place had slightly different energetic needs, different spiritual practices, and don’t even get you started on the nuances of rituals- everyone and their mom have their own twist. Baton Rouge had been a prime example of that- a hotbed for the magical community, it was embedded in the culture. Overflowing with a little something for everyone and then some. Different ailments, practices, people, and best of all different magics.

On the other hand, all that variety came at the cost of a massive headache in interspecies politics. Witches and vampires, weres and goblins, selkies and sirens, demons and wendigos, elementals and everyone, keeping up with who was at who's throat was exhausting. It gave you a gnarly stomach ache frankly, but if that was the price of learning your craft, well, it wasn't that steep.

Headache, stomach pains, whatever- it was a price you'd gladly pay- had paid. Plus, you had loved the community there. Once you got past the politics there was a wealth of knowledge and power just floating around, free for grabs- even when it wasn’t free, there were ways to get what you’d wanted.

Admitting that your departure had left hella bitter resentment towards your previous sisters was something you actively denied. Your new high priestess hadn’t wanted any hexes sent their way following her acceptance of you. Assuring her it was a mutual departure had been easy, they were extremely desperate and hadn’t really gone through all the hoops to look into it. Besides, it was technically true, there wouldn’t be hexes, just bad blood. There wasn’t really a need to let them know they’d be black listed from the area communals. You’d been to enough of them in the past, they weren’t that special anyway.

Here, alone in the dark with your thoughts, you could sit with the discontent. The choice to leave hadn’t been yours, but you could admit it was for the best. When faced with exile you were willing to sacrifice. Resentment notwithstanding, growth rarely happened if you stayed stagnant for too long. This could actually be a blessing in disguise, even with the perpetual gallons of salt. So here you were; New city, new coven, new people, new rules.

A sigh escaped you at the thought as you put on a nice balancing act for anyone watching. The rules were certainly different here.

Less in some ways, more in others- some very curious agreements. Carefully trying, and trying being the keyword, to descend some questionable-looking stairs while carrying delicate cargo. It being pitch black didn't exactly help either, but at twelve am with no flashlight, the darkness was expected.

Not like you could carry one right now anyway and you’d be caught dead before you put on one of those gaudy forehead lights. A distant bonfire, presumably with partygoers, a few miles off was the only source of light outside of the odd shop still lighting up the boardwalk in the distance.

Neither were a help to you here, but the darkness didn't bother you much, it was more the feeling of the wood against your feet that had you on edge. Foregoing shoes had seemed like the smarter choice knowing you'd be walking in the loose sugary sand, but with the way it mixed against the rough wood to scratch against the arch of your foot? Regret was front and center which only exacerbating your already agitated mind.

Catching your toe on an uneven patch in the wood had you hissing in pain. Someone was def getting cursed if you got a splinter. Actually, you'd be surprised if you made it out without one. These steps were legit grody, they barely even qualified as stairs honestly.

Just some half termite eaten planks, driftwood more likely, definitely nothing professional, all nailed together and stuck into the side of a steep sand dune. Falling on your ass at some point was almost guaranteed- You were always a major klutz in these situations.

Shrugging your shoulder and regripping the box, at least the sand would give you a semi-soft landing whenever it happened.

You should thank whatever beachrat made these stairs though, adjusting your grip on the box again had the jars inside clanking together, water sloshing- good thing you'd tightened the lids before leaving the shop. Thanks to these little stairs you didn’t have to miserably fail at trying your luck in midnight sand surfing. If this was midday you’d have trouble with it still- trying sand surfing now? That'd be so warped. Ugh, just imagine having to make your way back up? Now that'd be a real treat- psych.

When both feet planted safely, and surprisingly splinter-free, in the soft sand you shook yourself into focus. No more letting your thoughts drive you, way too much negativity to unpack and you didn't need that energy seeping into your work here. Moon-water wasn’t usually the most influenceable, but you could, and with your attitude the way it was? You’d totally choke if you didn’t check yourself. No need to mess up your first job, right?

Breathing deeply you set about focusing your mind; grounding, feeling yourself coming back to a controlled center was the first step of your job here tonight. Tightening your grip and breathing in had the scent of the ocean hit you full force. With practiced ease, focusing inward had your eyes naturally drifting shut and calm settle over you. It was incredible how soothing grounding- ritual in general really, could be.

Your next inhale highlighted the subtle undertones of the boardwalk overlaid in the breeze, an amalgamation that fused into a scent uniquely Santa Carla. Letting your energy sink deep within you, then lower down still, dropping into the earth, feeling the vibrations of your surroundings- naturally letting it mix with the energies surrounding you. The ocean was a powerful tool, you'd be a ditz to ignore its embrace. There was an unusual magnetic pull in the air, a buzz that licked against your senses.

The full moon was calling, and like the ocean, you were here to answer.

Centered and ready to work you made your way down to the shore. Funny thing about this new coven, part of the new rules was night rituals were restricted to a single practitioner. That restriction had seemed mental to you, and frankly? You still thought they were a bit out there to bend to such restrictions, but once you learned there was a surprisingly sizable vampire pack in the area it had made more sense. Having just one practitioner was easier for accountability and all that, but like, it was still twisted.

Vampires were picky. They claimed a territory and stuck to it. Any other lucky supernatural creature was subject to their "authority". Barf me out with that attitude. If they weren't solitary, it was usually a duo, anything more than a trio was especially rare. Vampires could be mega volatile in general, but especially towards one another. The fact that there were at least four confirmed vamps in the area? Now, that piqued your interest. Their bonds had to be radically tight to stay together with any type of calm.

Unfortunately, vampires and witches? Typically not such a hot mix.

Vampires and magic didn't always mesh well and historically that meant witches and vampires couldn't play nice together. Funnily enough, this coven didn't go against status quo- every sister you'd met so far vehemently detested vamps. Too bad they were smackdab in the middle of fang city.

The location being legit brill had something to do with how docile the coven acted. It said something when witches were willing to take shit and obey in order to practice. Energetically potent, magically powerful, Santa Carla was a delightful nexus. Not to mention scenic too.

The coven was desperate for someone to be the designated night ritualist, working the stores night shift was just a caveat. The timing had worked out because you were just as desperate. You thought the whole vampire witch feud thing was lame, but it’d saved you from ex-communication, so you'd keep that tidbit to yourself.

Vampires didn't bother you really. Well, they could, but not because the vampy bit, just the entitled attitude. Anyone could be a barf bag regardless of what they were. You'd met just as many ditzy witches as narbo vamps. You were more concerned that you'd most definitely have human tourists bombarding you every night.

What got you though was the craziest part of the deal. When within a 15 mile radius of the boardwalk there was a restriction to strictly restorative work. Even being a nexus, you weren’t sure this place was worth neutering yourself energetically for. Sure, vampire's had their reasons, severe sensitivity to magic yada-yada, not to mention if their bond was as tight as you assumed, they probably felt active magic like nails on a chalkboard, but damn.

You couldn’t believe the high priestess would agree to it. It really seemed the witches got the short end of the stick here. You weren’t seeing a lot of benefits for yourself. So far your opinion on the coven was….well, at this point you were half-convinced you’d joined a gaggle of ditzes.

Having taken stock of the ingredients they had on hand a quick glance had made replenishing the monthly moon water a top priority. It was such a simple thing, very useful, super versatile, and no one in the coven had been willing to make a large batch of it. Ugh, imagine letting prejudice get in the way of making such a staple ingredient. There wasn't anything fancy that went into it. A cool head, even temper, patience, and a little prep was all that it needed.

That’s what you were here for now, though. They could keep their dislike and eat their cake too. Still, you weren’t completely obstinate and took their warning to heart, it wasn't just the vampires that made the area witches refuse the night shift.

Santa Carla wasn’t exactly Disneyland. Murder was a thing and it happened here daily. Nexus’s tended to have a magnetic draw. Pulling in powerful things, good things, weak things, bad things- the sheer unpredictability wasn’t a friend in this case.

A random human could decide tonight was beach shanking night and you’d be the lucky victim. You’d like to see them try at least. Maybe one of the vampire pack would break the agreement if they were feeling a bit nippy? Doubtful if they didn’t want a war on their hands, but possible. A stray wendigo attracted to your energy feeling a midnight snack seemed more likely. Could even be a banshee needing a quick meal. Never can tell how things were going to work out.

Knowing yourself though, you’d probably just trip up those hella grimy stairs and break your neck.

You weren’t too worried about being attacked though, honestly. You had wards in place and if it got past that, well, you'd deal with whatever it was then. No use worrying about it now. You were more than happy to take on the privilege to essentially moon bathe on the beach while funneling the energy to the water. It was good on all levels.

Walking to the area you’d scouted during the day set your mind back into focus. Setting the box down, the jars jostling while you grabbed the blanket hanging off the side of the box. Spreading it out and setting up your area had everything falling in place. The jars spread just along the outside of your circular blanket, with that done you sat yourself down in the center.

Determined to do this right you brought back that focused rooted energy. Using this as an opportunity to release some built-up tension would be a good idea too. Let the ocean wash away your bitterness with the tide and allow the moon to shift you into clarity for whatever was to come. Even if you did think your new sisters were idiots, they were to be your idiots and you had to embrace it.

As you laid there working the energy and letting it shift, you noticed a curious sensation at the edge of your perception.

A slight tickling at the fringe of your awareness; soft, so extremely soft and subtle that if you’d just gone about your business and hadn’t been so introspective focused you’d totally have passed it over.

Watched.

The subtle sensation wasn’t threatening as of yet, but you were definitely being watched. By what? You weren’t sure. Getting a firm reading on it was difficult. The more you focused on the energy the further it pulled back. Pursuing it only had whoever it was slyly staying just out of your grasp.

Definitely not human. Wouldn’t be a witch or a medium either, they’d just answer your psychic questioning. Could be a were, you’d heard they’d been in the area recently. The next brush sent a shiver down your spine and had you crossing weres off. It was definitely too silky to be one, they always felt gruffer to you, wilder. Possibly a demon, they had that shade of sensuality and always liked to follow you around in new territory. A quick flash of tightly-wound sharp control coated in a mischievous air finally spit out the answer; Vampire.

Satisfied, you dropped the pursuit and turned your attention back to the sea. Subtle brushes returning, but this time not trying to hide itself or their interest. So one of the new overlords had decided to drop in on their new subject? That was just fine as long as they stayed watching and didn’t interfere.

You’d give it to whichever vamp this was. They had wicked nice energy. Like, once you got a read on that was. Playful, cheeky almost to a fae’s degree, brimming with an elusive danger, while still having a quiet peace underneath. That quiet calm resonated inside your own field and was exactly what you needed to settle back into your space. You didn’t hate the idea of their company so much.

You’d expected a run-in at some point, but right away? They were some go-getters to the max.

Nothing came of it though, the watcher had just been that. A watcher. When three am came, went, and passed, you’d decided to pack things up. You felt their vigilant gaze the entire time. Even after you got in your car and motored on home, it was still with you. It was only after you entered your home did their light press on your awareness leave.

The rest of your week played out much the same. Feeling that attentive gaze in every outside ritual from start to well after the finish. Even while you were working the shop they’d pop in and out of your awareness only to settle when you were locking up for the night.

You’d tried to catch a glimpse of who your designated monitor was, but it proved an impossible task. Stealth was a vampire’s friend and this one was incredibly apt. They stayed just far enough away during ritual and on the boardwalk you were too busy entertaining space cadet humans or dealing with an actual client to seek them out.

On that note, there was a surprising number of shapeshifters in the area, changelings especially had been a nice treat. They weren’t exactly common in Louisiana and working with them was always interesting. They required a delicate eye and full attention when diagnosing their condition.

A shapeshifter’s physicality was entirely based on energy manipulation, so one wrong push or pull and you could injure them more than help. Pinpointing where your attentive observer was out in the crowd became annoyingly out of the question.

They’d turn up eventually. Until then, however, you’d just have to sit tight. Lucky for you changelings had a penchant for gossiping. They’d been kind enough to give you a rundown on the pack and their opinion of them. Changelings weren’t known to have easily won loyalty, so the popular opinion on them being pretty rad, was surprising.

They were apparently chill on the authority, which was shocking enough, but they said the pack leader, David, could be hella genial. Vampires weren’t usually described that way. Not outside of the anyone they were glamouring anyway. Maybe the coven weren’t such spazes to reside here.

Friday saw your week coming to a close. You’d woken up ready to put your first week behind you and spend the weekend really exploring the area. There was a nice hiking trail not too far away that you’d really wanted to spend some time at. A few brownies had spirited into the shop and mentioned it as a great area for herbs and ritual during conversation.

Brewing a second cup of tea, calming herbs this time- regular humans really did get on your nerves with their incessant brainless questions and barf bag attitude. There were a few mediums that'd dropped in who you didn't mind, actually really liked, but the rest of the human race made you want to gag. Lumping witches and poor mediums into the same category didn’t seem fair.

The night was steadily cruising along. The humans came in bursts, sporadic, but manageable. Client-wise, nothing too dramatic either, the most interesting case was a few sprites suffering a nasty goblin hex. It was an easy enough fix, orders on how to use the herbs, and a cautionary chastising to leave the gobbies alone unless invited. They giggled their departure as you shook your head, sprites never learned.

The night's energy had you listless. Only a few hours left before you could close down shop and you were antsy. No pressing ceremonies to perform tonight for the coven either, so heading straight home to open that bottle of wine you'd acquired before your arrival was on the top of the to-do list.

Curiously, your nightly specter hadn't visited once. It was surprising how fast you'd gotten used to a vampire’s energy body. If you were honest with yourself, you'd even come to look forward to having it- him, the changelings had listed only male vampires, being a steady sensation on the outer edges of your senses.

The absence of the strange new routine left you with an unsettled itch. Something was off, you could tell, your antsiness screamed of something about to happen, you just weren't sure what.

The answer came not too long after that. With a lull of what you assumed to be the last customers of the night, you’d busied yourself restocking and starting to close down. High on the shelf ladder reorganizing the herb wall. It got so messy with the daily run-through of customers’ grubby hands all over it. Turning a jar forward as the bell above the door sounded.

"Welcome! I'll be-" the energy that zapped your senses had you cut off the greeting with a sharp inhale. Thank the gods you hadn't been holding one of the glass jars, it'd be smithereens otherwise.

The shift had hit you instantly, an electric buzz that lapped against your mental self. Giving you a clear idea of what just walked in. Four of them. They'd all come. Shifting through the sensation, trying to grasp each of their unique patterns had you stopping short when you felt your chaperone's energy reach out to you.

It wasn't just a soft prodding like usual, instead, it was like a full-body caress. More like a lick if you were honest.

Skin tingling, electric sparks sent down your spine settling somewhere you'd rather not question right now, and if your nipples had tightened from it? Well, that was nobody's business. Beneath the shameless lick was an urge of reassurance.

The unspoken highly nuanced language assuring you of safety. Thank the goddess you were fluent. It was odd, really, a vampire reassuring a witch of their safety? You weren't prey, not if they wanted the coven to stay placid. Even if they’d decided to attack you weren’t helpless. The kiddie gloves would come off quicker than lightning and then they’d see what was up.

They’d definitely break you, but you’d do some damage. So there wasn't any rhyme or reason to make you feel safe or calmed. Nothing you could think of except for your own peace of mind. It had a giggle bubbling up, but you clamped down before it could escape.

You appreciate the sentiment regardless and dragged your energy against his in return, showing your mirth, and if he was apt enough to recognize the instant anxiety their entrance caused, he'd feel the praise underneath.

Taking a deep inhale before steeling yourself. You'd anticipated that it was only a matter of time before a meeting. The high priestess had said it’d come at some point when they felt ready, so you were decidedly not going to freak out and treat them like any other customer. Even if one of them had already made your nipples pebble.

You were also so ready to end the mystery of what your babysitter looked like. Putting a face to, well not a name, but an energetic signature rather. Stepping down from the ladder you made your way towards the front counter.

They were milling about between aisle shelving so getting a clear look wasn’t working. You could see bits of hair, flashes of leather, and hear their banter- typical dudes messing with each other. You were right, hearing how affable they were with each other solidified that they def have a legit bond.

Waiting another minute behind that counter still hadn’t made them come to you. Sighing before you decided to speak up, "What can I help you with tonight?" That had the laughter in the back trickle off before a rumbling voice spoke out, "Many things, maybe nothing. Depends on what you're offering." He hadn’t needed to emerge from the aisle for you to feel the leer paired with that statement. Ah, so David was the edgy type. You could work with that.

What you might stumble over though, was just how pretty they all were.

Don't get it wrong, Vampires were supposed to be attractive, it was part of their thing. A magnetic and alluring shift happened to them all when they were turned, but this? This was on another level.

The vague memory of lessons from your old covens compendium on vampiric lore came to mind. It’d stated the first vampire came into existence born by way of an incubus mingling in a maenads rites with a medium. Their resulting child the first vampire.

Who knew how accurate those stories were, the compendium was specific to each coven; an enduring collection of their line of knowledge, but authenticity was always questionable.

Looking at them all as they emerged- really made you believe there was some weighted truth to the legend. Incubus certainly seemed like it was mingled up in them. You’d been gifted by a few incubi once upon a time and the similarities between them and these boys? Striking. Between their movements, their magnetic presences, and the brazen way they gazed at you.

The vampires in Louisiana were all charming, but it was all a subtle compulsion. It didn’t help that they typically had a bad attitude mixed with antiquated style. They just never appealed to you.

This pack, however, seems like they’d had no problem keeping up with pop culture. Embracing it wholeheartedly, one of them looked like he moonlighted in poison for crying out loud. Maybe they were young, but you got a vibe that hinted otherwise. More like they were adaptable.

Trying to keep a straight face, professionalism and all that, was difficult, but doable. At least you thought it was, but once you locked eyes with a pair of soulful hazel- there was no doubt that they all felt the psychic warble you let slip accidentally.

He’d been the elusive watcher this week. There wasn’t a question about it, a perfect face to match his auric self. The breath you’d been holding choked out when he broke into an impish grin followed by what was essentially another playful full-body kiss.

You swore you could hear a purr resound in your mind. The three subordinates chuckled when you drew in a sharp intake.

“Marko.” David's tenor was soft, but firm. Marko? Cute. Without breaking eye contact, his smile widened mischievously while he raised both hands in surrender. The undivided attention was unsettling in all the right ways.

Sparking a heat that undulated throughout you. Tabling that information to the back of your mind, you broke the gaze. Needed to if you were going to have any kind of brain function for conversation.

Turning to the de facto leader you sized him up. Or tried to. Definitely threatening, actively making it hard to read him. On the surface he felt like a cold blade; sharp, decisive, piercing.

Good qualities for a leader you supposed, but like, damn, that didn’t sate your curiosity. If he wasn’t going to work with you then that only left the boring way, “David, I presume?”

He raised a brow with a pleased look, “Good. The little crone knows who matters around here.” Bo-guuus, edgy with an attitude. Those changelings either lied or were talking about someone different because genial? You weren’t seeing it. Aiming an unimpressed look paired with a, “Mmhmm” brought a chuckle of his own.

Waiting for him to speak again seemed like the best option, you weren’t very good at small talk, and Marko was still so very distracting. After David’s chiding, he really hadn’t let up much. He might not be doing that lick thing with the delightful heat, but what he was doing wasn’t far off.

Going out of his way to make sure a large portion of your attention was still focused on him by continually baiting you; almost like energetic petting. If you weren’t trying to have a serious conversation you’d bask in the new attention. You weren’t a cat, but you imagined this is what they must have felt like. Psychic flirting was always fun, but his attention had it quickly becoming your favorite.

With him doing it in front of his pack though? Any sensible person, witch especially should be uncomfortable. Totally pissed if not outraged- it was definitely a claim, unnervingly possessive, and you shouldn’t like the blatant territorial display, but for some reason, it stroked something deep in your harebrain that majorly worked for you.

Before you could drop down that rabbit hole further David brought you back, “You’ve been a busy little witch this past week.” Annoyance fluttered in, what’d he expect? There hadn’t been a night ritualist for over a year. There was a lot of work to do, some things just couldn’t be done during the day.

You shrugged “Ha, massive understatement. New coven, new clients, way too many neglected things to catch up on. Seems like you should thank me for taking over.”

The look he gave you was piercing and indiscernible. You weren’t really sure where you stood with him. You hadn’t done anything to step out of the bounds they’d placed on you, but somehow with the look he was leveling at you begged the question, had you?

Mentally retracing your week yielded nothing. Hadn’t even tried to hex anyone, even that human who’d cut you off on your drive in Wednesday night, now that’d been difficult. Was this why you’d had such heavy surveillance? Not that you’d minded, but here you thought it was just your shining personality.

“Keep it up. The community needs a witch with some spine.” Maybe you’d spoke too soon, he might not be so bad.

“I wasn’t so sure about you. Word on the street and all.” That had you freeze. Not even Marko’s continued attention phased you. There was no way he knew anything. That was impossible. Your new coven didn’t know, your old coven wouldn't dare let anything slip- it wouldn’t just be you who lost face.

There was no way anyone knew anything about you or why you’d moved. It had to be a bluff, a well aimed taunt. It was common knowledge that witches rarely transferred covens, it happened for a multitude of reasons- good, bad, ugly. He was just being a dickhead, a nosy dickhead.

Forcing a calm mask even though you were sure they could all hear your rapid heartbeat, trying not to play into his bait, “Oh? Word on the street? I have a rep already? Bitchin’.”

Anxiety was a mega issue for you, so not having a cow and playing it as chill as you did? A total moment for you. clammy hands, rapid heartbeat, clenched jaw and all. That pulled a laugh out of Marko and the hair band look-alike while David and the clydesdale in the back wore smirks.

“Word is the new witch isn’t from the clique. Never can tell what you little hags are planning, bringing in new blood?” He leaned forward across the counter catching you with his piercing blues, “That has trouble written all over it.”

You were slow to process what he’d actually said, too caught up in how the light glinted off his pretty eyes. There was no denying it, so you didn’t try, “For sure,” but on second thought you didn’t want to make it sound like you were here to start shit, “but change isn’t always bad.”

He tapped the glass of the counter before he pushed off, “We’ll see about that, little hag”. That must have been the signal to leave because he’d started walking towards the door with the silent type in his shadow.

Marko hadn’t moved, hadn’t dropped his attention and you were nervous to return it. Too likely to get caught up in something now that they were all leaving. You liked it, but it was still like mega nerve-racking.

Before you could work up the confidence to engage with whatever that was, the taller blonde slapped his shoulder, “I like this chick! She’s got some spunk!”

He made to push away from the vampire still comfortably leaning against the counter, but something had caught your eye. Without thinking, your hand shot out like a viper to grip his wrist before he could walk any further away, “Wait up!” Marko’s purr, or whatever that buzz he was coating you in suddenly sputtered out.

With everyone’s attention returning, you dropped the skin contact and made your way around the counter. Standing in front of him while quickly giving him a psychic once over. His tallness made it very inconvenient to look for the physical indicator of what you suspected. With a yank to his shoulder you spoke before you really thought how it’d be taken, “Bend down and show me your teeth.”

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blxetsi · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I please request modern au hcs for Armin?

tysm for requesting !!

modern armin arlert dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

college!armin arlert x gn!reader

- okay so

- i think in a college setting you and armin hit it off really well

- i think you guys wouldve just accidentally kept bumping into each other, whether it be around campus, at some coffee shop, in the library

- it gets so frequent you dont even know if its a coincidence at this point, yet you cant help but hope that you seem him whenever you go out

- after ALWAYS bumping into each other and apologizing before making small talk, armin makes the first move

- mf just says "are you following me ?" to which you reply "are YOU following me ?"

- that night ends in you two exchanging numbers 🤩

- you find out that hes a humanities major, and wants to be a psychologist some day

- you also find out he has a paid internship at a research facility near the university you attend

- hes super sweet but also super humble, so he tries not to keep the subject on himself for very long, just wanting to know more about you

- as you two get closer he gets more touchy (not in a weird way)

- he starts greeting you with hugs now, and likes to have a light grip on your wrist when hes leading you through crowded hallways of the school

- he introduced you to his bestfriends and roommates, mikasa and eren, and they were really accepting !! (they already could tell armin liked you even if he didnt know himself)

- you start developing feelings for him about two months after you exchanged numbers, and you honestly felt really weird

- because this beautiful boy whos so sweet and kind and intelligent is like,, wayyyy out of your league

- armin thinks the exact same thing

- he thinks youre so cool and fun to be around, you always have the best stories to tell and are so welcoming,, its HARD not to fall for someone like you !!

- finally he gets up the courage to ask if you can come to his apartment

- and there he confesses 😳💥‼️

- you sit there shocked for a couple seconds too long because now hes freaking out like "im so sorry i didnt wanna seem creepy i just wanted to tell you how i felt you can leave or i can walk you home- wait you probably wouldnt want that but-"

- you just kind of grab his shoulders and start shaking him. before you tell him you like him too.

- the apples of his cheeks turn pink before he smiles and gives you such a tight hug !!

- hes immediately planning a date with you for when youre both free

- takes you to the local aquarium 🤩 and kisses you in front of the moon jellies (u know those big tanks with the jellyfish that are like glow in the dark ?? and the whole hallway is pitch black except for the lights from the tank ?? yeah ❤️ he kissed you THERE and it was beautiful)

- has chapped lips 😐 sorry i dont make the rules

- has a habit of picking them when hes working or lost in thought

- doesnt mean you stop kissing him tho

- is the kind of guy that will genuinely get worried if you send an "sos" type message. gets out of his own class just to speedwalk (he isnt gonna break the rules and run in the halls 🙄) and come to your class just to see if youre okay

- looks at you like 😐 when you explain you just need him to get you an iced coffee from that shitty coffee place in the cafeteria

- does it anyway even though hes annoyed 😌✨

- will grumble about paying him back for the five dollars he just spent on you while you kiss him over and over again in thanks

- doesnt let you pay him back though smh 🙄

- loves to give back hugs

- will do it while youre working, or while youre doing the dishes

- if youre shorter than him he'll rest his head on your and just smell your hair

- if youre taller than him hes shoving his face inbetween your shoulder blades

- is such a lightweight drunk its not even funny

- none of his friends are tbh 🙄

- the first time you saw him drunk was when eren dragged you guys out to a party their friend was hosting (literally interrupted your cuddle time in armins bed to THROW OFF THE BLANKETS and say "you guys are coming with me 😁👍" and when you two said no he TURNED ON THE LIGHTS and ruined the vibe 😐 fucking asshole)

- anyways you two had to change back into your clothes at 9pm just to go to a shitty party that was gonna get busted by the cops anyways 😔💔

- you couldnt find him through the sea of people, and u got really worried until armin called you

- it was not armin on the other line 😁👍

- he said his name was reiner ?? and he said he was with armin bc he puked while playing beer pong

- the guy tells you where they are and you go to find them. theyre sitting on this couch in a backroom and theres only like,, five people in total there ??

- armin is SOBBING while reiner is trying to get him to drink water

- "reiner you dont get it,,, theyre so beautiful. i cant compete. i dont even think theyd wanna be with me. and you have to see them talk about their major. theyre so smart you dont understand." "okay buddy lets just finish this water okay ?"

- armin is leaning his shoulder on this GIANT of a man just going on about how much he loves you and how amazing he finds you. until you tap his shoulder. and then he realizes youve been listening this entire time. and then he starts crying because he doesnt want you to find him weird. and then you have to explain to him that you two are dating. where he doesnt believe you still.

- eren ends up giving you the keys to his car and saying "ill just call you when i need a ride back" and reiner CARRIES armin to the car 😭😭😭

- hes a real gentleman 😁👍

- that morning armin remembers EVERYTHING and is MORTIFIED

- calls reiner immediately like "did people see me puke ? oh god am i gonna be talked about ?"

- has very vivid dreams and remembers all of them ?? will literally tell you about a dream he had when he was five and WILL NOT forget a detail. its weird

- his family actually doesnt seem like they like you 😳 not because they dont theyre just very,, quiet people...... except for his grandfather

- doesnt even care who you are to armin, will pull you down on the couch with him to tell you about all his research and findings as an archeologist (before he retired)

- if youre ever feeling sad about anything, whether that be stress, family problems, or body image issues, armins taking you to his place 😁👍

- he'll cuddle you and whisper how much he loves you while you two are watching something on his laptop

- has acne scars on his shoulders. dont make fun of him for it pls

- loves getting back scratches though, the tingles make him feel really calm

- if you have like,, makeup brushes and stuff he likes it when you brush his face with them, no product or anything but the tingles he gets from it 🤤

- over time his parents warm up to you quiet a bit, and when his mom shows you baby photos and from him as a kid youre SHOCKED.

- he had this little bob cut from when he was ten to his teens 🥺🥺🥺🥺

- when you two are walking back home or wherever you cant help but go on about how cute he was and how healthy and pretty his hair looked (not that its not healthy or pretty now) and he just giggles before pulling you into his side and kissing your cheek while saying "okay baby, ill grow it out just for you then"

- also loves the petnames baby, angel, and love

- will gladly let you steal his sweaters. has a really nice knit one that his grandma made him before she died. that ones off limits.

- doesnt like to fight, but when he feels like hes in the right he wont hesitate to yell back when youre yelling at him

- just dont yell at him pls, it makes him sad

- it takes him a while (and by a while i mean like 30 minutes at most) before his texting you asking if you guys can talk about it

- its really easy for you two to make up, and immediately hes hugging you and just asking if you wanna do something with him

- also, cuts his own hair ?? and would cut yours if you asked. mikasa vouches for him "yeah he trims my hair all the time. why ?"

- every year on your anniversary hes taking you to the aquarium. and he always kisses you as softly as he did the very first time, in the dark hallway of the moon jellyfish tank ✨

a/n

THATS ITTT !!! thanks again for requesting !! i hope you all enjoyed. remember asks are open !! u dont have to request headcanons either !!! go crazy friends !!

#attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan #armin arlert #armin attack on titan #armin arlet x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin arlet #eren mikasa armin #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman

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cryingoverafictionalcharacter · 4 years ago

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Necklace

“Request: Hey:) do you still take requests for the prompt list? If yes could you maybe do an Angsty with nr 7 and with Sihtric form the lst Kingdom? Lots of love!😊 (@red-roses-are-gonna-shine)

Angst #7: “You’re going to be ok, please be ok I can’t lose you”

Warnings: mentions of injury/blood, Angst ending in fluff, I tried to keep it gender neutral so lmk if I missed anything, No proof read, I think that’s it.

You sat stared at the passing landscape as you and the rest of Uhtreds group traveled towards Aethelflaeds army. You fiddled with your necklace as you tried to count the trees, or day dream, or anything to try and forget about the impending battle that would be taking place tomorrow. You were a skilled warrior, having been raised as a Dane when you were young but that didn’t make having to fight your people any easier.

You had left for Cookham when you had heard that your mentor, and old friend Uhtred had land there and began gathering warriors to fight for his land in Bebbanburg. He had taught you everything you knew, so it only seemed right to come and assist him in his time of need when he had done so much for you, but now as you approached the battlefield, an uneasy feeling had began to settle in your stomach and it was becoming impossible to ignore.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Sihtic, your boyfriend rode up beside you with a grin that changed the feeling of unease in your stomach to one of butterflies.

Sihtric had become a good friend, so had the others of course, but something about the way Sihtric made you laugh, how he never underestimated you and how he always wanted to make sure you were ok made your heart flutter.

“Say Y/N, what do you call a priests that’s been stabbed?” Sihtric suddenly asked

“What?” You asked

“Holy”

You couldn’t help the snort that left your mouth, quickly covering your mouth to stifle your laughter as Osferth looked towards you both with narrowed eyes.

“That’s not funny!”

Immediately any attempt to try and hide your smile failed as you and Sihtric both fell into a fit of laughter, much to the young monks dismay.

“Its not! Finan, do you think its funny?” Osferth asked, trying to defend his claim

“Its a little funny” Finan replied, working to hid his own smile.

You were about to respond when Uhtred suddenly raised his fist, motioning for everyone to stop.

“We’ll make camp here. Get your rest, you’ll need it.”

And just like that, the feeling of dread returned.

You couldn’t help it, whether you were collecting water, or fetching firewood, or sharpening your sword, you couldn’t get the intrusive thoughts out of your head. The thoughts of having to face the people you once saw as friends, the possibility of watching the people you’ve grown to love die, of watching the man you love die.

You walked back to camp with another armful of logs, placing them down by the campfire before taking a seat. Most of the others had gone to sleep, leaving you to keep the fire going. Or so you thought.

“You’re up late” A voice said from behind you, causing you to reach for your sword, only for you to turn and see a smiling Sihtric looking back at you, obviously amused by your reaction.

“One of these days you’re going to get stabbed” You grumbled, turning back to face the fire as Sihtric laughed.

“Nice to see you too” He replied with a grin, kissing the top of your head before taking a seat next to you, shifting to a more serious tone. “Can’t sleep?”

You didn’t answer, just shook your head. Sihtric wrapped his arm around you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder as you both stared into the fire. You and Sihtric had spent many nights like this, both of you having trouble with sleep, you would spend hours in bed, or in front of a fire talking about your pasts, your hopes, your fears, your dreams. Its how you eventually found your relationship growing from friends to something more.

You knew everything about each other, which is what made what happened next so much more surprising.

“Here, I want you to have this” Sihtric said, making you lift your head off his shoulder as you watched his hands move to his necklace which adorned Thor’s hammer. Your eyes widened as he removed the article and held it out towards you.

“I cant accept this” You replied. After all your years of knowing Sihtric, his necklace was the one thing that was always with him. It had been a gift from his mother, a charm or protection to keep him safe. It was the only thing he had to remind him of her, and now he was giving it to you.

“Y/N, I insist. You’re an absolutely amazing fighter, and you probably don’t need the extra protection, but I want to make sure my love is safe.” He persisted, keeping your gaze with an expecting look, before you finally nodded your head, allowing him to put the necklace over your head, letting it fall to rest on your clavicle.

“I love you” You murmured, returning your head to rest on his shoulder.

“I love you” He replied.

You had spent the night either in the fire, or in each others arms, both too nervous to fall asleep. However, as much as you would hope the night would last forever, the sun still rose, and soon you were off towards the battle field.

You stood near the edge of the field, looking over the land as your hand fiddled with the charm around your neck. It was a beautiful place, and you almost felt sad for the place, the land so unaware of what was about to come.

You were brought out of your thoughts as you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your torso, pulling you towards them so your back was now flush against Sihtrics chest. He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Its going to be ok” He whispered, holding you tighter to him.

You turned to face him and opened your mouth to reply, but before you could you heard hoofbeats from across the battle field, followed by the sight of a wall of Danes heading your direction. It was time.

“I will see you again soon. I swear” Sihtric said.

You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face down to yours, capturing him in a deep kiss. It felt like an eternity, but still, it was not nearly long enough.

“You better”

It must have only been a few hours, but to you, it seemed as though days had past on the battlefield. Sweat and blood coated your body as you continued wielding your sword. You and Sihtric had stayed close together, and while you wanted to make sure he was ok, you also couldn’t get distracted. You felt a blade glide past your face, causing a cut to form on your cheek but you were quick to retaliate, ignoring the sting and burying your sword into the man who had cut you. You were exhausted, and feared the battle would never end, but after a few more slashes of your sword, you watched as the last Dane took off running into the forest. The battle was finished.

You had won.

You looked over the battlefield and met eyes with Finan and Osferth who stood a bit aways. You threw your arms in the air and cheered, watching as they returned the action. You turned around, expecting to see Sihtric standing behind you, but he wasn’t where you had seen him last.

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach as your hand rested on the necklace he had given you. You and Sihtric had been in many battles together, and after each one he had always been the first one to greet you, pulling you into a hug as you let relief wash over you.

Your attention was quickly brought to the sound of groaning, causing you to look over just in time to see a hand raise in the air before quickly falling, to exhausted to stay upright. You ran towards the noise, relief filling you as you caught sight of Sihtric, but the feeling was short lived, as your eyes soon landed on his hands resting over his abdomen, which was now covered blood.

You closed the distance between you to and sunk to your knees, moving his hands to reveal a large stab wound. You quickly replaced his hands, putting your own on top of his to put more pressure on the wound.

“I told you I would see you again” He said, his voice forced, like it was taking all of his energy to form the words. “I’m just not sure how much longer I’ll get to”

“Its not that bad, your going to be fine” You said, trying to keep your voice steady though the lie as you thought to make a plan as to how to get him back to the medical tent.

“Y/N, we’ve known each other for years, I know when you’re lying” Sihtric said, his face beginning to grow more pale.

“Ridiculous, I have never lied to you in my life, you just need some rest is all, here, you need this” You moved your hand to remove his necklace but he shoo his head stopping you, your eyes now brimming with tears. “Uhtred!” You yelled, but he was too far, he couldn’t hear you.

Sihtric brought your attention back to him, moving one of his hands to rest on the side of your face as your eyes met his “I want you to keep it. You have done so much for me, I never knew I could ever love someone as much as I love you”

“You’re going to be ok, please be ok I cant lose you” You said through sobs, your tears leaving trails down your blood stained face.

“I love you” He choked, giving you a small smile before closing his eyes, the hand that was on your face falling to his side.

“No no no Sihtric!” You yelled, trying to shake him awake “Don’t you dare, don’t you dare leave me here. Help!”

You finally caught Finans attention, who saw your face and was now sprinting towards the two of you, gaining the attention of Osferth and Uhtred as well.

“I love you, please be ok I love you so much” You cried. You were only met with silence.

After the others had gotten to you, they helped to carry Sihtric back to the Medical tent to get stitched up, but he had still lost a lot of blood. The healers had told you that they did everything that they could, and all you could do now was wait for his body to heal. Two days later, you had yet to leave his side. Uhtred, Finan, and Osferth had offered to watch him for you, to allow you to take a break and get some sleep but you had refused, preferring to stay close just in case he woke up.

You sat on a chair next to the cot, holding his hand in yours as you watched him sleep. He seemed so peaceful, like he was only resting and not recovering from a stab wound.

“You remember the day we first kissed?” You asked, not expecting an answer. You had been talking to him the last few days, both in hopes to wake him, and also to keep yourself sane. “We were practicing with those wooden swords out in the field, and obviously being the better fighter I knocked, you on your arse. I expected you to be somewhat angry, or bitter but you just laughed, which made me laugh, which distracted me enough to let you knock me on my arse. We just laid there laughing forever, and then you leaned in and kissed me” You said, smiling at the memory.

“I let you beat me” A voice mumbled, causing your gaze to shoot up from the floor to Sitrics eyes, which were now open and looking at you, a small smile on his face.

“What?” You asked, not quite believing what you were seeing.

“You didn’t beat me, I let you knock me over, so that I could finally kiss you. It was all part of my pla-”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence, instead (making sure to avoid his wound) you wrapped your arms around his neck and fell into his chest, hugging him as you sobbed.

“I thought you were gone” You managed to say through sobs, pulling back to look him over.

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried” He mumbled with a smile, moving a hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, then cupping your cheek.

You couldn’t contain your smile as you laughed through tears at his remark. You moved your hands to the sides of his face and closed the space between you, connecting your lips to his.

He was quick to respond, moving one hand to the back of your head to bring you closer and the other to your hip. You only broke away when you heard the flap of the tent open, revealing a surprised Finan, Uhtred, and Osferth on the other side.

“Well I see you’re feeling better” Uhtred said

“No kidding, Y/N what kind of magical healing kisses have you been hiding?” Finan joked, causing you and Sihtric to laugh, which made Sihtric wince a bit at the pain in his abdomen.

“Well, leave you alone, you still need your rest. We’re glad to see you’re better” Osferth said, motioning for the other two to leave before closing the tent flap behind him.

“Now, where were we?” Sihtric asked after he was sure they were gone, moving his hand to dip underneath your shirt, making a face when you slapped his hand away.

“No, you heard what they said! You need your rest” You argued, making Sihtric give you an annoyed look.

“But how am I supposed to heal without your magical healing kisses?!” He replied, making you laugh.

“You’ll live” You said playfully, smiling as Sihtrics face softened, noticing his necklace still dangling from your neck.

“I’m glad to see it worked” He said, lifting his hand to play with the charm.

“Oh yeah, its seems like you may need it more than me” You said, moving to remove the necklace, to which he refused once again.

“Its yours. You’re the most important part of my life, and I want to make sure you’re safe”

You sighed, knowing it was useless to try and argue. So instead, you pressed your lips to his once again, this kiss shorter than the first.

“I love you” You said

“I love you too”

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A/N: Ahh sorry the ending is bad I wasn’t sure how to finish it. Also sorry it took so long, works been crazy this week but I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to leave any other requests you may think of! :)

#sihtric x reader #sihtric imagine #sihtric fanfic #sihtric kjartanson #sihtric kjartanson fanfiction #sihtric angst #sihtric fanfiction angst

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kaz11283 · 4 years ago

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Chapter 5

Characters: Clint, you, Loki

Warnings: this is a SLOW burn, slight angst, fluff at the end, Loki starting shit.

Summary: life has never really bwen this complicated. Or well the life that you think you know has never really been this complicated. Living with the avengers, learning new things, yeah its gonna be a long road but what else do you have to look forward to other than the random runins with the god of mischief.

Loki Masterlist

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It had been about a week since you had arrived at the tower and just as long as your incounter with Loki, you hadnt had much time to think about it though since you were normally nose deep in class work or training with Nat and Clint since Tony had sent you the message "If your gonna be an avenger you have to train like one, training starts at 6." You had left him on read after that, you had never been a morning person and you sure as hell wasnt about to start now.

"Alright y/n, lets try you on the bow today." Clint smiled walking into the arena where most of your training took place.

"After I finish this." You said pointing to your coffee. "I swear, you would think that after saving lives you would want to sleep in." You grumbled.

"Bad guys dont sleep, we dont get to sleep." Clint said wiping down a few of his practice arrows.

"You didnt get back till like 3 this morning. Im really starting to wonder if you sleep at all." You tossed your cup away and got up starting to do your stretches.

"Get over here so I can show you how to hold this thing." He saod holding out the bow.

"I know how to use a bow, I was in archery in high school. Top of my team." You grabbed the bow feeling the cool metal in your hand. His bow was diffrent than what you was use to, as light as air almost were yours had been heavy.

"This bow is probably a little different than what your use to. The metal is vibranium, the strings are made of some type of industrial woven string that Tony invinted in his lab. Might be a littlw hard for you to pull back." He smiled looking at the bow like a child.

"It is very beautiful." You examined it looking down the sights has you pulled the string back easily. "Absolutly magnificent peice of weaponry." You looked over at him and seen that he was staring at you wide eyed. "What?"

"No one else has ever been able to draw the string back like that." You let the string gently go back into place amd handed it back to him.

"I told you, I was in archery while I was in high school."

"Theres no way that someone no matter how skilled they are can pull that back."

"Well if your forgetting, apperantly Im not from here either."

"Yup almost forgot, Asguardian. Anyways. You know how to use one of these so lets set up a few targets and get to work. Tony wants to try you out on a few different things, eval you, and see what suits you best. Im already leaning toward you being good at the bow."

After he talked you through some of the basics that you had informed him you knew and he insisted on stating that it was 'mandatory' you were finally able to pick up one of the training bows.

"These bows suck. Stark has all the money in the world and he buys walmart brand bows? If you pull this one back to many times the string will break. Why cant I just use yours?" You roll your eyes looking back at Clint.

"My bow, my baby. If you want ine bad enough you can start off at the bottom and work your way up. You have a card why dont you buy one?" He countered, just then the foor opened drawing your attention.

"Sorry, didnt realize that the area was occupied today, I just wanted to get a few throws in woth the new daggers Stark and Banner decided to enhance for me. Wanted to make sure that they wouldnt bloe up in my face." Loki said walking over to the bay next to you and Clint. You hadnt had a moment alone with the trickster since in the hall weeks ago and now he was here acting as of nothingbhad happened. You looked down at the daggers that he had laid out.

"Wow, those are beautiful." You noticed that not only had he laid down two simple green handeled knives but he had also laid down a set of electric blue ones and a set of gold handle ones engraved with ancient symbols and roses with the stems winding down the hilt. "May I?" You asked leaning down to get a closer look.

"Of course y/n, you are the one that gave me those." He answered casually. Your breathing hitched and you turned to look at him.

"Thats not funny Loki."

"I dont know what your talking about. I was simpl-" he started before you cut him off.

"You know damn good and well what I am talking about. What did you expect? Me to pick it up and everything come barreling back to me? Here I'll do you one even better." You stormed up to the daggers and grabbed one of the gold ones up throwing it at the target on the far side of the room. You had expected it to fall short and clink to the floor but you never hears it fall. When you looked at the target you noticed you had hit the middle.

Clints jaw had dropped as he was looking around the wall to see what you had been yelling about. Loki looked at you with a smug expression. "I assume they must have had knife throwing classes at the school you attended as well."

"Shut up. Clint are we done, I have some studying for class that I really need to do." You looked at clint as he knodded still awestruck. "Thanks, I'll talk with Tony about getting a better bow for me to practice with." You took off toward your room.

Later after you had taken a hot shower and changed into some leggings and a baggy shirt you decided to go to the one place in the tower that you had decided to claim as your own little study corner. It was located on of of the high up floors that happened to be more of an observation deck, you could watch the team leave on missions, see the ocean, and watch some of the most beautiful sun sets that you had seen. You had notice while checking the place out that there was a fairly large window seat that you could spead your work out on as you looked out over the city, this small part of the tower was your little hid away, you hadnt seen any other member of the team up here so you figured when you needed the alone time you could come here. It had seemed to work for the most part until today.

You notice the shadow of the figure standing over you before looking up into the eyes of Lokis confused ones, you had noticed his lips moving before rolling your eyes and taking out your noise canceling ear pods.

"What do you want Loki?" You sighed placing them back into the chsrging dock.

"Well if you hadnt had those things in you would have heard me tell you that I was sorry for earlier." He sassed crossing his arms.

"How did you find me? No one really bothers coming up here." You pulled your legs under your chin and covering you feet with the throw that you had brought up with you this time.

"The AI system has no bounderies when it comes to privacy, it can tell you were anyone is in this god forsaken place." He responded. "May I sit?"

"And if I say no?"

"I'll sit anyways." He shrugged.

"Then what is the point in asking?" You leaned forward moving your papers and books out of the way. He reached down and grabbed a few of the papers to help you.

"Your doing a paper on Shakespeare?" He asked as he sat down reading over the page.

"Umm, yeah. Part of my agreement to come here is so that I can finish up my collage classes. Drama and Art Major." He hamded the paper back to you so that you could stick it in your binder. He gave you a look that you were use to getting from him. "Don't say it Loki." You out your hand up to stop him before he could even open his mouth.

"I wasn't going to say anything." He held his hands up.

"Hum, interesting. The god of lies actually sucks at lying. I should remember that." You smiled. This was the first time you had actually felt half way confortable around him.

"I could never lie to you." He smiled back. "You have always had a knack for seeing right through me."

"I wish you wouldnt do that." You sighed leaning your heas agints the window behind you.

"Do what exactly?" He askes mirroring your position.

"Where you mention something about my past. Its annoying and it breaks my heart."

"Well Dove, how do you think I feel? The worst part about it for me is that while you remember nothing I am stuck remembering everything. Your past, my past, our past together. It truly is the worst pain that I have ever felt. To have something that you have wanted for so long in front of you and they dont even want you back." He sighed looking out the window.

"Loki," you crossed your legs and placed your elbows on your knees. "I have never said that I didnt want you. I just dont know what is what."

"So you do want me?" He laughted.

"That is not what I meant and you know it." You leanded back again. "Tell me about us. About how you and Thor know me." He eyes lite up.

Chapter 6

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brelione · 4 years ago

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Jessies Girl (Pope X Reader X JJ)

Summary:Pope is crushing on JJ’s girl.

Pairings:JJXReader, Pope X Reader

Warnings:Mentions of sex, swearing?

Jessie is a friend

Yeah, I know, he's been a good friend of mine

But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define

Jessie's got himself a girl, and I wanna make her mine

Pope watched you and JJ cuddling up at the fire.You were sitting on his lap, his arms around your waist as he whispered into your ear, watching as you laughed at whatever stupid thing he was saying.

You looked over to JJ, raising an eyebrow.Pope frowned, knowing that he shouldnt feel this way.JJ was a friend, a good friend.But since you came along Pope found himself getting aggravated, shifting in his seat as he looked down at his root beer can.

You had kind of just showed up out of nowhere, a leather jacket over your bikini and a book in your hand on the beach one day.Of course everyone had taken a liking to you, especially JJ.Pope never stood a chance, JJ stealing you within three days.

And she's watching him with those eyes

And she's lovin' him with that body

I just know it

And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

Your attention was on JJ, smiling as you watched him balance on a rock. “JJ!You’re gonna die!”You giggled, your hands in the pockets of your brown leather jacket.He smiled, jumping down.John.B had laughed too, shaking his head at the two of you.

JJ picked you up, carrying you on his back as the five of you headed for your destination.It was the one smooth part of the beach that didnt have a ton of small, sharp rocks.You guys set down your chairs, only bringing two and a blanket.

JJ held you against his chest, all of you sitting in a circle as you ate your sandwiches.Pope watched you, seeing how you were whispering into JJ’s ear, your knees on either side of his thigh.

Pope rolled his eyes, knowing that you were probably mumbling something filthy into JJ’s ear.He just wished he could be JJ in that moment.Once you guys were beginning to settle down you had gotten up, pulling off your shorts, slowly letting your jacket fall.

You were wearing a black bralette and high waisted black bikini bottoms, your locket dangling from your neck, the heart resting right between your breasts. “I feel like we should go swimming.”You told them, already heading for the water.

Pope felt his face heat up, smiling as he tugged off his shirt, watching as you ran into the water, laughing and shrieking at how cold it was.JJ ran in after you, pushing you into the cold waves.

You wrapped your arms around JJ’s neck, your lower halves hidden by the dark water as you kissed him.Pope didnt even want to imagine what the two of you were doing, knowing what was going on.Kie and John.B didnt pick up on it though, too busy splashing eachother.

You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

Pope couldnt do much about his feelings, confiding with Kie late at night. “You know, I wish that I had (Y/N).Where can I even find a girl like that?”He sighed, resting his head against the couch.She frowned, shrugging.

“California, I guess.I wish that I had her too if im being honest, its not fair that JJ just swooped in.Do you think all California girls are like that?”She asked, trying not to daydream about it.Pope huffed, hearing the bed frame hitting the wall.

“God, I hate them.”He grumbled.Kie laughed, sighing. “You gotta move on, Pope.I mean yeah, shes great and shes pretty and funny and creative and perfect but she’s JJ’s girlfriend.You cant just sit around being grumpy because you’re in love with her.Just be happy that JJ got to her first and not some kook.”She smiled, trying to cheer up the boy in front of her.

Pope sighed, looking over to her. “Yeah, yeah okay but no other girls are exactly like her.Shes the only one who’s ever made me feel like this.”He explained.After a few moments the shaking of the wall finally stopped, moans flowing through the air.

Pope held a pillow over his face. “I hate this.”He repeated.JJ opened the bedroom door, wearing only pajama pants as he made his way into John.B’s kitchen to get a can of soda, turning to see his friends awake. “Oh….hey guys.”He muttered, quickly going back into the room.The dim lighting didnt hide the scratches along JJ’s back and the marks on his neck. “Gross.”Kiara grumbled.

i'll play along with this charade

That doesn't seem to be a reason to change

You know I feel so dirty when they start talking cute

I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is probably moot

Hiding his feelings was becoming difficult as your three month anniversary with JJ approached.He didnt see why it effected him so much, seeing you and JJ being so sweet with eachother.He felt so uncomfortable when you two started acting all cute together.

“I love you.”You whispered into JJ’s ear, combing his hair with your fingers.He smiled, looking up at you. “Love you too.”He smiled, feeling you kiss his forehead.Pope was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, hearing the whole thing as he tried to pay attention to the tv.

He rested his chin against his palm, feeling lonely as he saw you poking at JJ’s head while JJ tried to catch your wrist in the process.Pope wanted to tell you that he loved you, that he had his life with you fully planned out, that he loved you more than all the Marvel movies and that he wanted to make you the happiest person on earth.

But he knew that was a stupid idea, that you didnt feel the same.If you did feel the same you wouldnt be with JJ, you would be with him.But there would always be that part of him that ached to tell you his thoughts, to tell you everything he loved about you, to tell you everything he could.But that wasnt possible.

Cause she's watching him with those eyes

And she's lovin' him with that body

I just know it

And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

Midsummers was a nightmare for more reasons than one.Kiara had invited you, taking you dress shopping.Your dress was a darker purple, the material reaching just above your knee, the top part was rather low cut.

Your eyes had been on JJ the whole time even when you were standing next to Pope while he tried to make conversation with you. “Um...i like your dress.”He muttered, hands in his pockets.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Thanks, its so uncomfy though.”You laughed.He chuckled, calming a bit.He never really got the chance to talk to you alone. “I mean, at least you wont have to stay in it for that long.You guys just have to stay until after the speech or whatever, right?”He asked.You nodded, looking into the crowd of people for your boyfriend.

“So how’s the food and stuff?Im not really allowed to leave this general area.”He gestured to a single patch of grass.You giggled, sighing. “I dont know, they probably poisoned it or something.THey’re demons, Pope.You gotta do an exorcism.”You grinned.

He smiled, biting his lip. “Yeah, let me just grab my bible.”He reached into his pocket, pulling out a tiny piece of paper. “Perfect.”He smiled at the sound of your laughter, proud of himself. “Wow, we better hurry up before the demon comes out of Ward and attacks one of us!Look!His wife has the devil horns!”You gasped, pointing over at Rose.

He smiled. “Wow, im so rich and my botox was 50% off!Im better than you!”He made his voice high pitched, watching as Rose talked.You laughed, watching Ward. “My breast implants were only three million!But it fell out in my bath tub!”You made your voice deep, laughing when Pope snorted.

A few people looked over, the two of you turning around. “Oh my god-watch us get kicked out.”You looked over your shoulder, grinning when you saw JJ. “Hey, im gonna go talk to JJ.I’ll catch up with you later.”You smiled, giving him a quick wave before heading to see your boyfriend.Pope sighed, watching as JJ embraced you in a tight hug.He was funny to think that he would ever even have a chance.

You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

Like Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman...

Where can I find a woman like that?

As the five of you made your exit, JJ had picked you up and spun you around. “Later, Losers!”You shouted, making an L on your forehead and sticking out your tongue before you guys ran off.Pope smiled, amused.The way you could switch between soft and sweet and tough and reckless was something that never failed to amaze him.

He sat as close to you as possible at the fire, looking at your hand that held JJ’s, frowning.Kie glanced at him, shrugging slightly. “Pope, you failed the exorcism.Im disappointed in you.”You told him, grinning when you made him smile. “Sorry, Captain.”He replied, chuckling when you got flustered by the nickname.JJ’s forehead wrinkled a bit, not understanding the joke.

“Did I miss something?”He asked.You shook your head. “No, babe.Just an inside joke.”You winked at Pope, grinning at JJ’s confused face. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”You told him.

Part of Pope was glad that you felt comfortable joking around with him, excited that he had his own inside joke with you while the other part of him just wished you’d ignore him entirely so he wouldnt have any hope of being with you.He didnt even know what he wanted anymore, the one thing he was certain of was that he wanted you.

And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time

Wonderin' what she don't see in me

I've been funny; I've been cool with the lines

Ain't that the way love's supposed to be?

That night Pope had stared at himself in the mirror of John.B’s bathroom.He pulled at his hair, trying to figure out if that was the problem.Was it too long?Too short?Were his eyes too dark?Was his smile not nice enough?What did you see in JJ that you couldnt see in him?

He was basically just a watered down JJ with rational thoughts, good grades and better logic skills.He had gotten you to laugh all night at midsummers, making you smile, making you happy.He had been pretty cool with his jokes, saying them at just the right time.

He had read plenty of romance novels in private, observing the traits of healthy and toxic relationships.This was always how it went, the guy would make the girl happy and make her laugh and then eventually they would fall in love.Isnt that how love is supposed to be?

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drabbleoclock · 3 years ago

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A Little Snow Never Hurt (Bakugou Imagine)

Katsuki is irritated by his lack of sleep and storms out into the winter morning only to be found by an old friend of his.

No TWs in this one, just a cute little drabble.

"Dude you look exhausted, are you ok?" Kirishima asked as he met with his neighbor in their shared hallway.

"I'm obviously fine dumbass! Just didn't get a lot of sleep last night, that asshole next to me was training all night and wouldn't shut the hell up!" Bakugou fumed, small explosions erupting from his hands.

"That sucks man, we don't have classes today, maybe you should sleep in, I'm sure nobody would mind too much." His friend suggested, trying to clam the blonde boy down.

"No way! I'm not gonna show everyone here I cant handle a little sleep deprivation. I'm not that weak got it!" He said staring down the redhead with a glare that would freeze the blood of anyone else.

"Whatever man, suit yourself." Kirishima responded pressing the button for the elevator. "I just think its more manly to take care of yourself than to worry about what everyone else thinks."

The blonde growled at the comment, shoving his hands in his pockets. They silently rode the elevator to the first floor, Kirishima whistling a tune and Bakugou trying to ignore it but only getting overly irritated by his friend.

He didn't want to get mad at him, it just happened. The whistling making him more mad than it usually would. By the time they reached the ground floor Bakugou's face was flushed with anger and his under eye bags were more pronounced than they were upstairs.

As soon as the doors opened Katsuki left the redhead behind, opting to go for a walk in the cold winter air, one to cool him down. His quirk starting to overheat his body in his anger, but also hoping the frigid air would help wake him up. He barely even noticed the redhead trailing behind him with a coat, trying to convince him he would catch a cold without it.

An exclamation of "Kacchan!" was all the warning the blonde got before the excited blue haired girl came into his vision, while also knocking into him at full force, thankfully only enough to make him take a step back. He recognized the voice immediately, nullifying any instinct to attack after the random assault.

"Tsk, what the hell are you doing here dumbass?" he asked, not letting go of the girl he had known in his childhood. The one who could always make him calm down a little, the one he had just been thinking about.

"The teachers asked me to move in too, along with your parents and auntie Inko." The blue haired girl chirped back, burying her face in the chest of her best friend, the one who had always saved her from her childish fears. "Are you alright you seem angry." she asked looking up at him and running her thumb under his eye.

"Uhhh Bakugou? Wanna explain this?" Kirishima asked, far from used to seeing his friend be this gentle with anyone, or letting anyone be this gentle with him.

"This is Kikimora we grew up together, she's a huge pain in my ass that can never seem to leave me the hell alone." Bakugou said, betraying his words by gently pushing the girl back and looking around, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Ahh you know you love me Kacchan~" the girl said grabbing his hand, noticing the lack of warm clothing he had on. "Why are you in just a tank top? Its the middle of winter you idiot, you'll catch a cold." she gently scolded, folding her arms around Katsuki's.

"That's what I said! But Bakugou here never listens to me!" Kirishima exclaimed holding out Katsuki's coat to show the effort he made.

"I'm too strong to catch something as lame as a damn cold shitty hair! I'm fine, I don't need you two to babysit me!" He yelled pulling his arm away from his friend and walking away.

Kikimora just sighed grabbing the coat from Kirishima.

"Thank you for trying to take care of him. I know he's probably never said it, but deep down I know he appreciates the care his friends give him." Kikimora bowed to the redhead who just scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"It's no problem, I actually don't mind helping him out, though it would be nice if I got a thank you now and then." He chuckled allowing the girl to take the jacket from his hands.

"You should go back inside, you're not exactly dressed for the weather either, I'll go get that stubborn idiot."

Kirishima nodded giving her a wave as she ran off to find where her friend had run off too, not taking to long to hear the distant popping sound of him trying to warm himself up. She followed the popping to a small courtyard a few minutes walk from the dorm building she was supposed to meet everyone at.

The courtyard was beautiful, a small dusting of snow covered the dead bushes and trees creating a winter wonderland. The water frozen in an intricate design coming from the fountain in the middle of it, and huddled on one of the benches was Katsuki, cursing to himself as he shivered.

Kikimora walked up to him, draping the jacket over the obviously angry boy.

"What's up Kats?" she asked, wiping the snow from the bench next to him and sitting down, shivering from the cold seeping into her.

"Nothing's up. I'm fine. Go inside." He said, slipping his arms through the coat, leaving the buttons undone.

"Not without you. You're gonna get sick if you stay out here too much longer." Kiki could see the blonde start to open his mouth but started talking before he could get a word out. "Don't give me that shit about you being to strong to get sick. That's not how sickness works and you know it. Now tell me what's wrong or I'm going to tell your mom how rude you're being." she threatened buttoning up his jacket and slipping the scarf from around her neck and wrapping it around his.

"Tsk, fine, no need to involve the hag." He said looking at her with a glare that she saw right through. There was no anger in it. No it was a mix of exhaustion and frustration and thankfulness. He was thankful that he had his friend here, the one he entrusted all his problems to. The only one he knew he could trust one hundred percent. "I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night, and with everything happening there is a lot of stress ok? Nothing you can do about it. I'll be fine, I just gotta get through today." He said looking down at his hands between his knees.

Now it was her turn to tsk.

"Nothing I can do huh? Are you sure there is nothing?" she asked getting up, kneeling down a few feet away from where the blonde sulked.

"What the hell are you talk-" He was cut off by a ball of snow hitting him in the face. His red eyes stared at the girl, his brain caught between anger and laughter. She stood there another snowball in her hand, tossing it up and catching it gently, hoping it wouldn't break in her hand. She had never won a snowball fight but neither had Katsuki, he usually got too mad and ended up having the balls melt in his hands before he could throw them.

Katsuki smirked, leaning down where he sat and scooping up some snow from in front of his feet. "Oh I'm gonna kick your ass Kiki." He chucked the ball, hitting her right in the stomach.

She smiled letting her ball lose, not realizing how quick Bakugou had gotten due to his training, easily dodging her attack. Before she could make another one he was behind her, holding her where she stood.

"Uh oh" She said, her eyes going wide, realizing the mess she had gotten herself into.

"Uh oh" Katsuki chuckled into her ear before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"Let me down! You know I don't like to be picked up! Katsuki!" She squealed, earning a chuckle from the blonde boy.

"Oh no, I'm not letting you off that easy, that snowball was cold as hell. And weren't you the one concerned I was gonna get sick?" He asked the rhetorical question, walking over to one of the trees scattered around the courtyard.

"I still am so maybe we should just go inside." Kikimora said nervously, not knowing what his plan was but knowing she was not going to like it.

"No way, no one hits the future number one in the face and gets away with it mouse." He said, using the nickname he gave her when they were kids. Once they were under the tree, in the blink of an eye Bakugou had set the girl down and kicked the trunk of the tree, causing all of the snow that had built up in the branches to fall onto her.

He let out a loud laugh at the girl then, the circles under his eyes lessening and the lines of stress on his face fading, even just for a moment made her smile and laugh back at him.

"Ha ha ha, you think your so funny," She quipped, pulling his arm, making him fall forward, surprised by the action, face first into a small pile of the snow that had fell. Now it was Kikimora's turn to laugh.

The two friends lay there for a while, catching their breath. Well, Kikimora caught her breath, Katsuki never lost his to begin with. He turned to look at her, he noticed how much she had changed since he moved into the UA dorms. Her hair had grown and she now wears it back in a sloppy braid, and her face had seemed to mature, along with the rest of her body. He watched as her whole body seemed to move up and down as she breathed, her breath coming out in small white puffs. He noticed how her hips had widened and her chest filled out her jacket much more than it had before. The realization of this made Katsuki blush madly looking up through the tree they were both under.

"Maybe we should head inside, your face is starting to look red, I really don't want to take care of a sick Katsuki." She said, getting to her feet, pulling him up by his hand, making his face turn a deeper shade of red. He looked away, pulling the scarf up around his face tighter to hid the blush. Kikimora pulled him by the hand to his dorm building, both of them pulling off their shoes and soaked layers of clothing, leaving Kiki in a damp thermal shirt and leggings and Katsuki in his tank top and pajama pants.

"Your late. How did I know you would be involved." Aizawa glared at the blonde boy.

"Tsk, it wasn't my fault she wouldn't leave me alone." Katsuki glared back at him, not noticing the fist flying toward his shoulder.

"Don't blame me cause you're a hothead who doesn't listen." She seethed at him, sighing and turning to bow at the teacher in front of them.

"Sorry I'm late sir, I got... distracted. I won't make you wait on me again." Aizawa smiled at the girl, noting how Katsuki did nothing at being punched by her.

"It's fine, but you missed the tour. I'm sure your... distraction wouldn't mind showing you around. Your in the room next to Uraraka, Bakugou show her where it is. And get changed out of those wet clothes, both of you." The tired teacher instructed, walking out of the building without confirmation. Kiki looked to her friend smiling brightly as he looked back at her with a neutral expression.

"Well, show me around then." She smiled at him, taking his warm hand in hers. walking a few steps first to get him moving. He just nodded and took the lead to show her around her new home.

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honeyheartsandkisses · 4 years ago

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Hate me Love me

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: None

One shot! Fluff!

Word Count: 1773

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As a year 5 Gryffindor student at Hogwarts, you’ve spent the past 5 years at loggerheads with Slytherins. This was especially so with the blonde-haired Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy. Your long lasting rivalry with him was well known throughout the school, especially since he always picked on your best friend, Harry. On a cold and windy autumn evening, you make your way to the quidditch field with your best friends, Hermione, Ron and Harry. Within your clique, only you and Harry were on the Gryffindor quidditch team, but Hermione and Ron loved watching the training sessions from the stands. “Blimey its cold...” Ron groans, pulling his robe tighter around him. “Oliver’s crazy making you guys train today. It looks like its about to pour and the wind is insane.” Harry re-adjusts the firebolt in his hand. “Yeah well... you know how he is whenever we have a match. Besides, this time its against the Slytherins.” “We cant lose to the Slytherins. We’ll never hear the end of it from filthy malfoy.” You say, tying your hair up into a high ponytail. You always did this to prevent your hair from getting in the way of your vision when you everyones up in the air. As you and your friends step out onto the quidditch field, the tall towering hoops greet you along with the familiar smell of grass before a storm. Most of the Gryffindor team is already on the field, talking and laughing while Oliver Wood was off to the side pacing up and down. The boy was clearly deep in thought. Hermione nudges your arm, and nods towards the other end of the field where a smug group of students emerge in green quidditch robes. “What are the Slytherins doing here?” Hermione says, squinting to see them more clearly. Her voice was barely audible due to the violent autumn wind. There was no doubt a storm was coming. “They shouldn’t be. Oliver booked the field for training today.” Harry says, adjusting his round glasses. “Well... i guess we’ll see what this is about.” You sigh, before bidding goodbye to Ron and Hermione who make their way to the stands. As you and Harry walk towards the middle of the field where your team was, everyone was whispering furiously, pointing and eyeing the Slytherins as they drew near. “Whats this about?” Oliver snaps, glaring unfriendly at the Slytherin quidditch team captain. “We’re sharing the field today. Got permission from Professor Snape.” He replies, a smug smile on his face. Next to the Slytherin captain, you see your arch enemy, Draco Malfoy. You shoot daggers at him with your eyes but this only makes him laugh. The blonde boy walks over to you holding his broomstick behind his back. After giving you a once over, he leans forward so his face is inches from yours. “Upset y/l/n?” “Bug off Malfoy.” You say through gritted teeth, blood boiling with rage. “This is the last thing i need today.” “Come on y/n. Just walk away.” Harry says, grabbing your hand to lead you away. “Ah... The famous Harry Potter. Always coming to her rescue.” Draco sneers, eyes traveling down to glare at where Harry’s and your hand meet. Draco takes a step forward, prying Harry’s hand away from yours. “Walking away won’t help this time. Because we’re training together.” With the wind whipping your ponytail back and forth, sometimes hitting your cheek, you take a deep breath to calm yourself. Another word from Malfoy and you just might throw a punch. He pushes himself into the gap between you and Harry, peering playfully down at you. “Why so angry my love?” For some weird reason, your heart did a small jump. A feeling you never felt before. Something about him towering over you, smiling down at you made your heart skip a beat. Being caught off-guard by the odd feeling, you felt defensive. Him calling you ‘love’ certainly didn’t help either. You throw a quick punch, hoping to strike his jaw. Unfortunately, he dodges it swiftly, almost like he could predict your actions. Draco laughs, giving you a surprised yet impressed look. “Woah calm down fiesty... ill see you in the air.” He winks and strides off to join the rest of the Slytherin team. “You alright y/n?” Harry asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. You nod in response, still staring at the ground. Your brain still wrecking itself trying to process what you felt a moment ago with Draco. After a few minutes pass, Oliver Wood gets the team to huddle around, revealing that today’s training will be with the Slytherins. As a Chaser, your job was to get the Quaffle and shoot it into the hoops of the opposing team. You took a deep breath, heaving a sigh of relief. Maybe you’ll be able to avoid Draco for now. As a Seeker, Draco would be competing with Harry and it was unlikely for him to come near you. As everyone took take their places on the field, the clouds gave way and it started to pour. The cold and heavy rain left everyone soaked to the bone within minutes, and the wind made mounting their broomsticks especially difficult. But knowing Oliver Wood, training will still persist. You barely hear the whistle being blown and everyone shoots up into the air immediately. Hovering 30 feet in the air, you grip your broomstick tight, flying forward in search for the quaffle. A fall from this height would be deadly. Suddenly, you spot it. The Slytherin captain holding the quaffle in his hands. One of the bludgers knock him on the side of his head, causing the quaffle to slip out of his hands. Determined, you dive down to catch it. With one hand on your broomstick and another one stretched out, you catch it and spin around to speed towards the Slytherin goalpost. With the rain beating at your face, you squint to get a clearer view of the goal. Just when you were about to score, a Slytherin Chaser zooms in front of you. In an attempt to dodge her, you dive down sharply. But the violent wind throws you off balance and your hands slip from the broom. Before you know it, you're falling. You screamed but it was drowned out by the rain. 30 feet... 25 feet... 10 feet... you braced yourself for impact when suddenly you crash onto something else. You rolled forward several feet from the momentum, as pain shot through your ankle and elbow. You felt yourself laying on something warm and for some reason you felt safe... Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, you let yourself drift off away. You awoke to the smell of medicated oils and the sound of Madam Pomfrey’s shrill voice in the background. It didn’t take long for you to realize you were in the hospital wing. Forcing your eyes open, you see yourself lying in a bed with the curtains drawn around you for privacy. “Hi y/n.” A familiar voice said, making you jump to sit upright. Every muscle in your body protested this, but the pain eased up when your eyes fell on a blonde haired boy sitting in a chair next to your bed. “Sorry i didn’t mean to scare you... although that was pretty funny.” Draco says, stifling a laugh. You couldn’t help but giggle. “What are you doing here? And... wait did you fall too?” You ask, seeing that his arm was wrapped up in a cast and there were a few bloody band aids on his forehead and chin. “Clumsy oaf.” You say, pointing at his band aids. “Actually, you were the one who fell and i magnanimously threw my body under you to cushion the fall.” He says, sitting a little more upright with pride. You recall your final moments before blacking out. That warm feeling... that was Draco? “And uhh...” He continued to speak “You’re in pretty bad shape. Madam Pomfrey said you suffered a mild concussion and you’re been sleeping for...” he glances at the clock on the wall “Six hours now.” You quickly look out the window to see that it was pitch black outside. Taking a look at the clock you see that its a little past 12am. Wow... did Draco stay with you this whole time? You frowned, trying to process all this new information. “I’ll let Madam Pomfrey know you’re awake.” Draco says, standing up from his chair. Before he could take another step forward, you grab his hand. You saw a look in his eyes you never saw before. Did his heart just skip a beat too? “Draco... why’d you do it? You could’ve died.” You say, your voice barely a whisper. He hesitates for a moment before sitting back down, looking at your hand in his. Without saying a word, he interlocks his fingers with yours. Like magic, your hand fit perfectly with his. Though every inch of your body was aching, you couldnt help but feel a warm feeling spread throughout your body, coming from where his hand touched yours. Finally he looks up, straight into your eyes. “I don’t know...” he says. Your heart dropped. You wanted to hear that he had feelings for you. You think back to the moment he pushed Harry’s hand away from yours. When he threw himself on the ground to cushion your fall. Did all of that mean nothing? You felt silly and stupid. Of course it didn’t mean anything. He hates you… you guys havent gotten along for the past 5 years! How could he possibly have feelings for you? Just when you were about to pull your hand away from him, he says something that completely changes your mind. “All i know is…” he says, squeezing your hand lightly. “I hated it when Harry touched you. And when you were falling, i was so scared… i’ve never felt like this before but everytime you smile i just want to…” He trails off, leaving you confused. “What is it?” You say, urging him to finish his train of thought. He looks deep into your y/e/c eyes and says “Kiss you… It makes me want to kiss you.” You couldnt help but smile, your heart doing mini backflips in your chest. “So whats stopping you?” Hearing this, Draco blinks several times, completely taken by surprise. But evetually he leans forward, cupping your cheek with his palm, pulling your face closer to his. With his face only inches away from yours, he glaces down at your lips. “Wow you’re beautiful…” “I know” you say cheekily, finally kissing him softly on the lips.

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skywalkersthelimit · 4 years ago

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Okay so I'm super nervous to post this but I wrote this one-shot for the #trikey fandom. Ive had this idea for awhile but I finally got around to writing it. It's based off the song Lips of an angel by Hinder. I think its perfect for Michael and Trevor lol so please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

Honey, why are you calling me so late?

It’s kinda hard to talk right now

Honey, why are you crying, is everything okay?

I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

Michael woke up to his phone ringing on his bedside table. He knew who it was before he even looked. He didn’t know how or why because it could have been a number of people. He reached over and grabbed the phone. His eyes squinted from the bright light. Trevor. He was both glad and disappointed he was right but he supposed he might have willed it to be. His thoughts had been filled with his crew mate, best friend and sometimes more, but that was before Amanda and the kids. Well that wasn’t entirely true. Every time they went on a job together, they fell into each other as soon as they were alone in their hotel room. Michael just couldn’t help himself.

It had been a few months since he had seen Trevor though. He tried to put distance between them. He knew that Trevor had a hard time just sleeping together on occasions and understanding Michael had a family to go home to. Michael wanted nothing more than for his friend to be happy but he just couldn’t be the one to give it to him.

He stared as the phone rang and debated answering but he pictured Trevor’s face the last time he had seen him with tears rolling down his face, begging Michael to stay. His heart clenched and he answered.

“Hello?” he whispered. He looked over at Amanda still sleeping. He had to be quiet. He didn't want to wake her and have her find out who he was talking to. He didn’t feel like fighting tonight.

“Hey." Trevor’s voice rang out on the other side of the phone.

“Jesus, Trev. Do you know what time it is?” He flinched as the words left his mouth. He didn’t mean to sound upset but he did.

Trevor laughed dryly.

“Oh I’m sorry, Princess. Am I interrupting your beauty sleep? I thought I might call my best friend who hasn’t talked to me in months” he said coldly.

“Trevor, if you want to talk you can call and you can call during the day.” Amanda moved next to him. He had to be quiet.

“Works both ways. If you wanted to talk you would have called. But you didn’t.” His voice cracked and ended in a broken sob. Michael hated himself a little more.

“T, why are you crying? Is everything okay?” he whispered. He wished he was there with Trevor right now. He would pull him into his arms and hold him until the tears stopped like he always did.

“Speak up M. I cant hear you"

“I have to be quiet or I’ll wake up-" he let his sentence go unfinished, trying to be careful not to set T off.

“Ah, of course. Wouldn’t want to wake the Mrs. I’ll let you go." He could hear the anger, the jealousy, the sadness, and the pain in Trevor’s voice.

“No!” he said rather loudly. He snapped over to look at Amanda, who just turned over on her side away from him. He sighed. “Don’t go. Just- Hang on.” He got out of bed quietly and snuck out the room. He grabbed his cigarettes off the counter and sat down on the couch, lighting one up and taking a deep inhale and exhale. He wasn't supposed to smoke in the house, but fuck it.

Well, my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words - it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

“Now tell me what’s going on, Trev. I can't be too loud. Mandy and the kids are in the other room asleep" he explained.

“I-I don’t know. I just needed to hear your voice.” Trevor replied quietly, his voice soft and tight like he was trying to stop himself from crying. Michael wondered what had him so upset. He had heard he had a boyfriend of sorts from Lester and apparently they’ve been doing jobs together for L since Michael saw T last. When L told him, he saw red. He got wasted and wound up outside screaming and crying at the night sky. Trevor was his, but he wasn't and he never would be. He didn’t want to but he hoped Trevor was calling to tell him he left that guy and to ask when Michael was coming back to work, to him. There was also a chance Trevor was calling because he was drunk and cranked out. Either due to said guy or something else or even for the hell of it. He might be in trouble or lying somewhere drugged out.

“Is it that guy you’re with?” Michael realized how incredibly jealous he sounded but maybe he was. Maybe he missed being on the road, never staying in one place too long. Maybe he missed the thrill of the job, and maybe he missed looking over in the middle of a heist and grinning at Trevor who was grinning just as hard back. Maybe he missed pulling Trevor into a hard kiss as soon as their hotel door shut and having the most passionate nights of his life, and then falling asleep in his lover’s arms. Maybe he even missed the times they just sat on the bed and talked for hours about any and everything. Maybe sometimes he wished it was Trevor who was in the other room, waiting for him to come back to bed.

“How-how do you even know about that?” Trevor asked, sounding surprised.

“Lester.”

“Of fucking course. Well not that it’s any of your business but he's asleep. It ain’t like he’s my boyfriend or anything. You know I ain’t they settling type. There’s only one exception. Fuck. I miss you, Mikey.” He sobbed.

“Trev-"

“It's okay. I understand. It’s just so good to hear your voice, Mikey.” There goes that nickname again. A nickname only Trevor called him. A nickname that sounded so sweet coming from Trevor’s lips. Like an angel. A fallen angel maybe.

“It's really good to hear your voice too T. Mikey. That’s a name I haven't heard in awhile” he said fondly.

“What, too good to be called Mikey anymore?” T said annoyed.

“No, not at all. Although you are the only one who calls me that, but I like it.” He felt his cheeks flush and his heart flutter as he spoke.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now tell me what’s going on please."

“When are you gonna do a job? It’s been months. We miss you out there. I miss you. I-I need you, Mikey. Please come back to me. I can't stop thinking about you. You haunt me every waking moment, and even in my dreams. Do you dream of me?” Hearing those words made Michael feel weak. He almost told Trevor he was on his way, grabbed his car keys and left without a second thought, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t leave his children. He might do a few jobs now and then but he wouldn’t choose that life over them. No matter how bad he craved it, craved him.

It's funny that you're calling me tonight

And, yes, I've dreamt of you too

And does he know you're talking to me?

Will it start a fight?

No, I don't think she has a clue

“Trevor, I-I want to be there. You know I do, but I got Tracey and Jimmy to think about, but I think about you too. All the time. Especially lately. It’s funny you called. And yeah, I’ve dreamt of you too T.” He didn’t know why he was being so open about this, about whatever it was between them, but hearing how broken Trevor sounded and how it matched how he felt inside, he knew they both needed to hear it. To hear that Michael cared about him, that he missed Trevor just as much as he missed him.

“Oh yeah? What’d you dream about, cowboy?” he asked and Michael could picture his thick eyebrows wagging. He laughed, genuinely laughed. Something he hadn’t done since the last time he saw Trevor.

“It wasn’t like that. Well not all like that.” Now it was Trevor’s turn to laugh.

“Tell me.” He told Michael.

“We were in a nice house, our house. We were happy.” He whispered, afraid of the way his dream made him feel. He didn’t want to dream of Trevor, of their future that would never be. He wished he could let Trevor go, but he didn’t think he ever fully would.

“It doesn’t have to be a dream, Mikey. The kids can be in your life, our life.” Trevor pleaded. Michael had to change the subject before he agreed.

“What about that guy you've been seeing? Does he know you’re talking to me? Won't he get mad?”

"I told you he's not my boyfriend. I don't care if he gets mad, but no, he doesn't know I'm talking to you. He doesn't know anything about you except you're the great Michael Townley, expert thief. He actually wants to meet you." Trevor laughed dryly at that. "What about Amanda? Does she know you're talking to me? Does she know anything?"

Does she know anything, meaning does she know when Michael goes away to work he all but forgets about her? Does she know that his nights with Trevor are filled with more passion than their whole marriage has ever seen? Does she know that Michael's heart will never fully belong to her?

"No, no I don't think she has a clue, Trev." He sighed. The guilt constantly ate at him and he tried so hard to be the husband she deserved, the father his children deserved, but he never would me. He belonged to the game, to Trevor, but it didn't matter. How he felt didn't matter, couldn't matter. He would push his feelings down to the bottom of his heart with a smile.

"Mikey. I miss you so much. So much it hurts. I can't get you out of head, out of my heart. I've tried drugs and alcohol. I've tried fucking anyone in sight and even getting a wannabe you, but nothing works. I've tried telling myself you're better off with her, but you're not. You're miserable and so am I. Please just do the best thing for you, for us." He begged through sobs. Michael could hardly make out what he was saying.

He felt tears rolling down his face. He felt Trevor's words stab his soul. He tried to drown Trev out too. He drank so much even he was worried. He smoked several packs of cigarettes a day. He went to strip clubs almost every night and almost every time he brought one of the girls to his car or a hotel for a quick fuck. He just wanted to feel numb, to never know the pain of loving someone you could never be with. What was that saying? It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. He wasn't sure if he agreed, but inevitably he did. He would feel this pain a thousand times just to know what it was like to love and be loved by this man. What it felt like to lay in his arms as he rubbed his back and kissed his head. He couldn't give that up. He wasn't ready for that.

"I'm gonna call Lester tomorrow and get a job set up. I'll let you know where to go. Everything will be okay. I'll see you in a few days. I promise. Okay?"

"Yeah okay, but what about-" Michael cut him off.

"We'll talk about everything then." He knew he was lying and Trevor probably did too. They both knew he would never be able to leave his family and that pretty little white lies would have to suffice them.

"Okay Mikey, I'll see you in a few days. And you better show up" he threatened, half jokingly.

"I'll be there, Trev. And Trev?"

"Yeah?"

"Next time call me during the day" he said chuckling.

"Yes princess. See ya soon Mikey." He said before hanging up.

Trevor just makes it too hard to be faithful and Michael was weak.

#trikey #michael de santa #trevor philips #gta v #Spotify

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irameii · 4 years ago

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HEATHER:||: ERIC

Warnings:|| one sided love

Summary: I wish I was her....

A laugh rings throughout the air. One so familiar, you cant help but smiling automatically at the sound. His presence, one that illuminates wherever he goes. Slowly turning around, there he is ,your best friend.

There it is , a smile, a gesture so simple yet it causes a million butterflies to flutter within you and causes your mind to go fuzzy. Its like he doesn't know his own charm or the control he has over you, but no one knows. No one knows the feelings you carry within.

(Idkh these pov thingys work yet sorryy)

Eric: y/n!!!!!!. Eric yells as he jogs closer, and grabs y/n's shoulder y/n: yes Eric?* deep breath* Eric: did you do the homework for math class? * Breathe* y/n: Yeah I did.I actually finished it before class ended yesterday. Eric: you're gonna let me see it right??? *heart beating gets louder* Take a step back Y/n : nope. You should've done it. *starts walking down the hall* Thinking he's wandered off you let out a deep sigh... Knowing if you let him beg enough youd cave in and you knew better. He would never learn this way.and soon enough you could see yourself falling farther and farther into his grasp over time and he didnt even know it. You let out one more sigh before turning around to see Kevin , who cant help but look at you concerned. Kevin: whats wrong y/n?

.. You avoid eye contact. Kevin is one of those people. Someone who can tell when someones upset. He can read you well. So you knew you had to leave quickly. Y/n: I didnt get much sleep last night. So I'm feeling quite off today, its nothing serious. *nervous laughter*

He seems to kind of believe it since he just nods his head as if he can see it apparent on your face.. But something feels off, like he's pretending to believe you for your sake but you just excuse yourself and head towards the bathroom.Totally unaware he hasnt stopped looking your way since turning around as he nods to himself again as if comfirming somthing to himself before turing to head to his own class.

Y/n Pov

*splash*

*in a quiet voice* 'Whats wrong with me..'.. Its like the moment I look at him I cant help it. My heart begins to race, my stomach ends up feeling funny like there are millions of butterflies, and I get nervous and run away each time he gets closer... *Looks back at self in mirror* only if he knew...

(5 min later.)

*sigh* *walks towards math*

Other POV

You sit down before class begins , and there it is again , his laughter, but this time its different. You cant help but turn around to see whats caused the change in his voice, and its like your throat gets caught. Her. The girl he always is talking to you about.It seems like he was finally able to build the courage to talk to her. The one he wants to take to the movies to see his favorite movies with. The one he wants to show his safe places to . The one who keeps him up at night. The one he wants to wear matching clothes with. The one he wants to spend his holidays with. Her. Its her. Guess he didn't need the homework anymore afterall.

You quickly turn back around , trying to keep your emotions in. You feel yourself go colder with each sound. A tightening feeling in your chest builds everytime you hear them laughing . You sigh and breathe in slowly , praying the class ends quickly .

The moment class ended you jolt up quckly and grab your things and head towards your locker for the next class.

Y/n Pov

*sigh* *grabs snack for break*

Eric:y/n!!!

I dont respond.

Eric:y/n? Whats wrong .*looks concerned*

There he goes again.

Nothing Eric i say. He looks in disbelief. Knowing theres something off.

Eric: hmmm.You sure sure?. Hmm Well lets go with the rest of the guys. They are waiting for us for sure. *wraps arm around shoulder*

It was like a sudden new reflex. I didnt mean to. But jerking away from him seemed like the only thing that my body felt like I should do...

The look of surprise on his face made me feel embarrassed I reacted that way. And as soon as it looked like he was going to ask me what was wrong again I speed down the hall.

And there I meet the rest of the guys , thankfully.

New: thank goodness you're here. Look help me out. Changmin keeps saying this chucky doll here is cute... Come get him .

I cant help but laugh. I take a seat next to Sangyeons right side while Juyeon is on my left.

Juyeon looks towards me as i sit and smiles that crescent moon kind of smile. Of course i return it .

Y/n: I dont know about chucky being cute. But his bride is quite a beauty tho.

New:..... You... You two are something else with your horror movies... Like... You know what, forget it. *laughs in defeat.*

Y/n: *dramatic gasps* my oh my you say that like WE'RE the weird ones.🙄👀

Sunwoo and Q: periodt👀👏

Eric finally arrives.

Eric: Guys!! Guess what?

Sunwoo: you did your math homework for once?

Eric:.... Mm well Uh no, i didnt

Sangyeon: you didnt ask y/n for the answers this time?

Eric: no i did, but she said no. I got it from. H/n (her name)

Hyunjae: so thats what it is. You spoke to her?

*breathe*

Eric: yes and guys, like, I think I've maybe got a chance.

There he goes again... Her. Its all her. JUST her...

Jacob: so did you ask her out?

Eric: yeah I did. I invited her to our movie night tonight. I was gonna ask you guys if you guys were cool with it beforehand but I didnt think I would must the courage to.

Juyeon: anything for you to get the girl. We got you

New: IF he gets her. She just doesnt know the headache she's in for.

Sangyeon: Guess all that practice on y/n was worth it.

Practice...

Thats all I was....

He says it smiling towards me , not knowing the hurt his words have just caused subconsciously but I cant smile. Not even a forced one. I just pretend I didnt heard him.

Eric: yeah she told me she actually thought I was dating y/n but of course I could never. We're like siblings.

Ouch...

New: true...

Q: I dont even think eric is y/n's type anyways

I make eye contact with someone who seems to have been watching my every move.

Kevin...

He looks like he is observing everything... From my reactions to my responses.After another 3 seconds he looks away.Not saying a word either.

Everyones laughing. Everyones congratulating him.

Younghoon:y/n?

Everyone turns to face me.oh .

Y/n: hm?

I was too lost in thought. I spaced out.

Sangyeon: What time are you coming by?

Y/n: for what?

Sunwoo: for the movie. We gotta all be Eric's wingman here. He needs all the help we can offer.

Oh.. She will be there too? Can I handle it? Yes? No? No I cant handle it

Y/n: Uh i cant . I have something that just came up. I just remembered.

I lied. And sure enough. I was seen through.

Eric: like what?

Y/n: something

Q: really? What is it? Maybe we can help you out so you can come by and hang out.

Something is snapping within me. I need to leave.

Y/n: no thanks. You guys have fun.

I get up before they give me a response. I cant be around them . not until i get over these feelings. But its harder than i thought. But i dont want to take it out on them either so I should try.

Everytime We'd see each other after that. It was HER. It was either him with her or about her.

Everytime in class, itd be HER.

Every text , HER.

And the guys went along with it.

And everytime , itd hurt. A punch to the heart. And a bit tighter it would feel each time.

And the constant reminder that its just HER and will always be HER..

only if he knew.. I wish I was her.... its like the way he'd talk about her was like he was telling you the reason for his existence, the way his eyes shined when hed see her and then theyd soften when she'd smile at him,the smile he'd have when hed describe her or simply talk about her and trust me he was always proud to, or the way he tried to contain his happiness when she'd come around to speak to him just showed me all i needed to know.

He loved her. She made him happy . Thats all that mattered.

I felt one of those sad smiles form. Because though he was happy . I was not. I dont want to be reminded its not me constantly..so with thaat thought. I call it quits. Until I no longer feel this feeling. I'll distance myself so I can let go properly and move on with time.

I suddenly stopped responding to the gc messages. Slowly started to decline to hang out. But it seems it wasn't a big deal though. She was there eveytime instead.She became apart of everything they did. And with that I started to spend all my time in the library as a way to naturally distance myself. The guys were worried at first. But once i told them I needed perfect scores to get into my dream college, they decided me spending most of my time in the library for it was alright. It was for my other "dream college" so I should put it first they said. For my future they said.And then they also suddenly stopped asking me to hang out.It didnt take long.They also suddenly stopped directing messages towards me in the gc. Personal messages as well. Slowly one by one. We stopped having things to talk about ,like we've become strangers with time.. Now to just glances every now and then, that was all. Other than that, we became just like strangers. Strangers with memories....

Suddenly..

Kevin: y/n...

*Distant laughter*

I turn to look at Kevin.Sensing he had something to say but it wouldnt come out. He looks towards the table and I follow his gaze towards the table full of boys with her in it. I can only smile. I smile when they errupt with laughter at something new and sunwoo said. Happy they're happy. And with that I turn back to Kevin.

I can only smile at Kevin. No words. Just a smile.

The look on his face says he has something to say still present.

For the past 6 months. He would have that same look on his face when I'd walk past him. But hes never actually stopped me.

Kevin: y/n...

And just like that . Suddenly I'm wrapped in a warmth I didnt think I missed. And it's like it went quiet..and the sound of sniffling fills my ears , and his hold gets tighter. Oh Kevin..

THE END.

Authors note: Maybe I can male a Pt2? This one turned out bad tbh .

I did not edit this but i will later onnnn thank youuuuuu

#the boyz scenario #the boyz eric #the boyz #the boyz oneshots #the boyz angst #the boyz onesided love #the boyz kevin

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 5 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Gary Wallace

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

- You met Gary at a party of his, you’d always found him cute but never had the courage to talk to him before.

- You had wanted to get some space after being swarmed by a flood of dancing bodies but as you headed upstairs you crashed right into another person. Their drink spilled all over you soaking your white blouse.

- Turns out it was Gary. He hurriedly apologized before meeting your eyes and freezing in his place. Upon seeing you he blurted out that you were “really pretty”.

- You thanked him awkwardly which seemed to break him out of his shock. He offered you a shirt of his to which you agreed, following him into his room and quickly changing. He ended up giving you a shirt that had some kind of band on it and when you complemented his taste in music he turned bright red. You guys began talking and he was honestly just surprised you were giving him the time of day. You ended up spending the whole night with him as the party went on downstairs.

- After a while you finally checked the clock and realized how late it was to which you made an off handed comment about how your friends had probably ditched you to go home by now. He immediately offered you his bed but you told him you’d feel bad if he had to sleep on the couch or floor because of you.

- He said you could share the bed; not actually being serious, but blushed and stuttered when you actually agreed. Soon enough you found yourself under the covers with him and subsequently asleep.

- When you woke up you were cuddled next to him with his arms wrapped around you. Your stirring woke him up and he promptly unwrapped his arms from you, apologizing as his cheeks turned red. You tell him that you “don’t mind” and he gives you a “...really?” in response.

- You look at each other for a long moment before you lean in and share a kiss. The rest was history.

- His parents are really uptight so it’s a little hard to hang out sometimes. You usually have to go on dates early in the day, can’t stay out too late at night, can’t go to certain places, etc.

- He doesn’t know how exactly to react to PDA but he really enjoys it.

- Walking with your arms wrapped around each other; his around your shoulders, yours around his waist.

- Calls you hun and honey.

- Playing with his hair.

- He’s a good hugger, you won’t want to pass one up.

- He’s actually really funny, he can always make you laugh.

- You think he’s joking when he tells you about Lisa, you don’t believe him until you meet her for yourself.

- Sarcasm and fake insults, there’s a lot of teasing in your relationship.

- Cuddling... a lot. You basically sleep while hugging each other.

- Sexual comments here and there whether they be joking or serious.

- Listening to your favorite bands together.

- Having double dates with Wyatt and his girlfriend.

- Opens doors for you, lends you his coat, pulls out your chair; he’s a gentleman goddammit!

- He’s so proud that he managed to get with you and loves showing you off.

- He knows you’re hot so he doesn’t really get jealous when he catches people staring. He’s almost proud in a way.

- He’s so deprived of affection that any attention you give him is the best thing in the world to him.

- Taking care of him whenever he gets too drunk.

- Helping to loosen him up a little.

- Neck kisses.

- Nose kisses.

- Jaw kisses.

- Just a lot of kisses, they’re his favorite. They’re usually slow and soft, just overall tender.

- You stand up for him whenever someone’s giving him a hard time.

- Getting complimented all the time.

- He’s so proud and happy when you compliment him back or just on your own even though he gets a little embarrassed.

- Tries to impress you a lot not realizing just how much you love him for him.

- Buys you little gifts and treats. He likes seeing the smile on your face when he surprises you with something.

- He absolutely beams when you introduce him as your boyfriend to people.

- He makes a show of pinching himself when he wakes up next to you.

- Likes to protect you and feel needed. He’d probably put things out of your reach so you have to ask him to get it for you. If you ask him to open a jar for you you’ll make his day.

- Adventures big and small.

- He probably sneaks out and shows up at your window late at night.

- You just make him so happy, you can see it on his face; it lights up whenever you’re around.

- He stares at you a lot. Look, he cant help it if you’re gorgeous, alright?

- All sweet shit aside you’ve probably woken up to morning wood poking your back or side. He’s really tense and embarrassed when he notices but you sort of just get used to it after a while.

- He’s a teenager with raging hormones spending time with his first and only girlfriend, he gets horny... a lot. He would never pressure you into something but he’s almost always ready.

- Loves when you sit on his lap.

- The occasionally groping and grabbing when he thinks he can get away with it.

- Showering together; he just loves seeing your body.

- He would adore it if you modeled your clothes for him. Like if you went shopping one day he would love it if you invited him over to see what you got, he doesn’t even care if its sexy or not he just likes seeing you so excited about something.

- Likes girls with morals ...unlike his girlfriend from Canada....

- He can’t lie to you, he just can’t. He doesn’t want to either, he wants there to be no secrets between the two of you. Even if the truth may suck he wants it to be known.

- Fights are usually because of his insecurities. They don’t happen often but we all know that things can just get the best of us sometimes especially in a relationship. They’re pretty standard as far as couple fighting goes, just a lot of bickering over stupid things and a period of silence from both or one side.

- He hates when you stay mad at him and give him the silent treatment. He’ll wait for you outside of your house, classes and by your locker until you talk to him; he’s persistent as all hell.

- When you finally hear him out it kind of breaks your heart. He promises to give you everything you’ve ever wanted and be the perfect boyfriend if you’ll love him again. You say he already was the perfect boyfriend and that you never stopped loving him, not even for a second.

- Awkward meetings with his parents.

- You’re his dream girl through and through, and he will always be your man no matter what.

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You & Me : chapter 34

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.1k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: okay sooo idk how i feel about the chapter BUT! i added a link with pictures of the characters and it took me over 2 hours to do that so if you could comment or at least look at it, it would mean a lot to me! (scroll down for the link, you cant miss it)

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Chapter 34 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

March 30th, 2018

I had no idea who Niall had invited but before we walked in the bar, I moved closer to him and got up on my tiptoe to look in his eyes, both of us now hidden by his cap. His lips curled as his eyes roamed on my face and I pressed my lips together. I was a bit stressed to meet some people from school after so long but if I wanted to be honest, being away from the crowds and the paps seemed like amazing time off to me and I was pretty sure Niall felt the same.

"No kissing, no hold hands, no cuddles." I pointed out with a grimace. "It's gonna be a long evening."

"Okay, first off, you can cuddle me, they're used to it. Second of, can I remind you that it's your rule? If you want, we can definitely tell them we're together but keeping low profile." he pointed out, raising his eyebrows as he waited for my answer.

I wanted to. I really fucking wanted to, and I could feel my heartbeats accelerate the longer we looked at each other. I licked my lips and smiled before shaking my head. I couldn't make a decision and it was driving me insane.

"We'll just... see how it goes." I finally let out before sighing and getting back down on my feet.

"I'll follow your lead, petal."

His words made my lips curl and I nodded slowly before he turned around and walked in. It felt amazing to know I had my say in all of this. A lot of times, when we were dating and even before, I felt like Niall lead me the way he thought was right and I just followed without a word. Perhaps, he had matured, or maybe he was always like that but he just took the lead because I didn't. Either way, it was refreshing and it made me feel important.

I followed him inside and a familiar face seemed to illuminate in the back of the bar. The smell reminded me of my teenage years and somehow, I suddenly relaxed despite the people I had just noticed.

"Zara?" I let out with a frown before Niall bent closer to me.

"I called her, thought you may want to see her." he whispered before walking closer to the table.

"Olivia!"

Zara jumped out of her chair and ran to me, wrapping her arms around my neck so tight I could barely breathe anymore. She started jumping quickly up and down, bringing me in her wave and I laughed as I hugged her back. Despite everything that had happened to me in my childhood and teenage years, Zara was the only one I trusted completely besides Niall. I had a few friends and we all hung out together but Zara was the one I was the closest to, the one I told almost everything to, except maybe the fact that I had always been in love with Niall. That, I hadn't told anyone and even now, I wondered how the hell I succeeded to keep that secret to myself for two decades.

"I haven't seen you in so long!" she added, hugging me even tighter before her embrace loosened and she pulled away to look in my eyes. "Still can't believe you followed that eejit to London. Why?"

She was very expressive and the facial expression she was sending me made me laugh.

"You know me, can't be away from his dumb face for too long."

Her lips curled into an amused smile and she pulled me to the bar, ordering beers before tilting her head and staring at me some more. I frowned and waited, knowing that a question was coming.

"You two dated a few years ago yea?" she raised her eyebrows as I nodded. "Okay now let's talk about the real shit. How does he fuck?"

My eyes got bigger and I chuckled, shaking my head. "Z!"

"No no, hear me out!" she continued, bending down closer to me. "Remember when Michelle, Lisa, Megan and I would get mad at you for ditching us for him?" she let out with a chin movement towards Niall.

I couldn't help but glance at him. He was sitting with a few people I recognized but I just licked my lips and turned back to my friend, shaking my head. "I didn't dit-"

"Oh you did. All the time." she cut me, making me raise my nose up in a grimace. "Well we always spent at least half an hour talking about you two and with the years, the conversations became... you know. I mean he grew up and," she paused and leaned back to take a look at him before looking back at me. "He's... he's hot."

I started laughing, shaking my head slightly at her enthusiasm.

"Niall was always hot." I pointed out, making her roll her eyes.

"You... it's different. I mean, I know you always said you didn't have feelings for him but girl, I know you better than that." she explained, making my heart literally stop beating. "Anyway, that's beside the point. So we did talk about the size of his cock and the way he fucked and we all had theories. I think it's time you reveal the truth."

"Forget it." I laughed, shaking my head.

"Why does it matter, you two broke up a million years ago!" her face suddenly changed and her lips parted as she moved closer. "You whore, you’re still dating him?"

"Zara!"

She raised both of her hands up and closed her eyes. "Alright alright, none of my business." she chuckled, opening her eyes again, her smile turning into a fond one. "I really hope for you, though. I know how much you love him. I can see it in your eyes."

I held my breath as she grabbed two beers, letting me take the two others and we walked slowly to the table.

"Don't be surprised okay? Ava is here. I know she's not your fave person but just pretend she's funny. Or interesting. Or ignore her, that's what I do."

I laughed again but my heart dropped in my chest when I noticed Ava, leaning against Niall as they were both laughing. I started thinking about that time I caught him masturbating in his room when he was 13, and how a few years later, he had admitted he was jerking off thinking about her. The whole thing made me swallow hard and I held the mugs tighter in my hands before placing them on the table. Most people looked up and when I noticed Rian, my eyes got bigger and I chuckled low.

"Wow, hey! What are you doing here?"

He got up and kissed my cheeks gently as I did the same before shaking my head. The last time I had seen Rian was when Niall and I went ice skating together when we were dating. Niall had shown a bit of jealousy back then and even if I knew I shouldn't, i really liked it. Of course, I had dated Rian for a few months and he was the first guy I ever slept with, but Niall seemed to forget that the reason I gave in to Rian after so many years was because he had lost his virginity to someone who wasn't me. It had hurt me so much that just thinking about it made it impossible not to swallow the lump in my throat.

"He's coming to visit me." Ava said, her hand on Niall's thigh to hold herself as she moved closer to me. "We have a thing going on."

Rian rolled his eyes with a smile and shook his head slightly before shrugging. "Just trying to see if it could work." he explained before talking lower. "I'm not moving back here though, there's no way."

I let out a louder laugh and nodded. "Yea, I'm not moving back here either."

The truth was, I didn't want to move back here mostly because I didn't really know anyone anymore. My parents were back in France, many of my friends had moved away and Niall... well, Niall was the person I wanted to follow. Or more, Niall was the person I wanted to be with. I didn't have to follow him, like he said. We could just take decisions together.

"Come on, petal, sit down."

Niall's voice reached my ear and I smiled, sitting next to him as he squirmed a bit on his chair to move forward, leaning his arms on the table and getting away from Ava's touch. I felt suddenly relieved and he sent me a smile. I felt his knee hit gently against mine under the table and my lips curled more.

"So what's up between you two?" Rian asked after sitting next to me. "Last time I saw you, you were together, then we all read in extremely reliable online articles that you two split and Niall was dating that actress or singer? What's her face? And Liv was getting married to an hollywood actor. This is some crazy shit, mates."

"I'm... not dating Heidi anymore." Niall pointed out, pressing his lips together in an awkward smile.

"And I called the wedding off and broke up with Dylan."

Everyone stared at us and Zara chuckled slightly after half a minute, shaking her head. "Wow. You guys need more drinks."

We started drinking and talking and after a few hours, I was starting to be tipsy. I walked to the bar to get more pints and while waiting, I leaned on the counter to stare at Niall. He was laughing with our old friends and I was suddenly thrown back to when we were younger and would hang out all together. I could pretend life was easy back then but it would be a lie. I had to admit, though, that everything changed when Niall left, and I do mean everything.

My lips curled on the left when I watched him throw his head back. I could hear his laughter even from where I was and something jumped inside me at the sight. I already knew, but once again, it hit me how much I loved him and how i'd never be over him. I didn't want to be over him anyway. I wanted to be with him.

"Having a good time?"

I raised my eyebrows in surprise before turning to the voice with a smile before looking at Niall again and finally putting my attention back on Rian.

"Mmhm, and you?"

I was getting so tipsy that I had a hard time hiding my attraction for Niall. I knew my eyes were probably betraying me but I was at that point where I didn't give a fuck anymore. A few more people we knew had joined us and we were all getting a bit drunk but when I turned around and smiled to Rian again, I noticed he was way past that stage. He sent me a small smirk and bent down closer, making me move back instinctively.

"You know you were my first fuck." he pointed out, making me chuckle low.

"Yea you were my first fuck too."

"You ever wonder what it would feel like more than a decade later?" he whispered after bending down more.

My lips parted and I glanced at him, standing up and shaking my head. "Honestly, no."

"Come on." he slurred as I pressed my lips together. "Just one time. I never really understood why you broke up with me, y'know?"

I looked up at him, feeling uneasy, and swallowed hard. I didn't want to cause a scene and I knew he was drunk but at the same time, I had no fucking idea what he was thinking at that exact moment. I knew he thought I was single, which I was... sort of, but I had the feeling he would insist even if I was officially taken.

"I just didn't have those feelings for you, that's why." I pointed out.

It was true and at the same time, it was also because I couldn't take Niall out of my mind. I felt his arm slither around my waist and pushed him away gently but firmly, raising my eyebrows at him.

"Two things. One, you're drunk and two, I'm not interested. It's been years, Rian, we both moved on." I pointed out. "Besides, aren't you with Ava now?"

"Ava and I have an agreement. Until we're official, we can fuck whoever we want. That's why she's all over your ex boyfriend."

My lips parted again and my heartbeats accelerated. I turned to look at Niall but for some reason, he had switched seat with me, leaving a free chair between him and Ava and I sighed of relief without thinking.

"That's why you said no to me for so long before agreeing to date me, right? That's also why you broke up with me isn't it?"

I turned back to him, noticing he had moved closer again. "What?"

"Him. Him and his fucking stupid angel face. You've always wanted him and he never fucking wanted you. The only time he dated you he fucking left you to be a famous little shit and now you're still looking at him like he's some sort of god."

"Shut up, you're pissed." I said low enough, getting suddenly angry.

"Still. You know i'm right." he added, sending me a small smile. "Come on, I'll make you cum so hard."

I felt Rian's hand on my breasts and this time, I pushed him harder as my heart seemed to stop.

"I said no!"

I felt my whole body on fire as I stared at him but he moved closer and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me against him to kiss me. This time, I started hitting his chest hard to push him away and I heard a chair scratch against the wood floor before falling down. It took about half a second for Niall to be between Rian and I, pushing him hard enough to make him back away a few feet.

"She said no."

"Oh yea, mister perfect is there again to save the day!" Rian let out a bit too loud in a sarcastic tone. "Same as you were back then. Always there to be the perfect 'best friend'." he laughed, doing quotation marks with his fingers on the last two words.

"Rian, don't go too far." Niall only replied, shaking his head slightly.

"She's not yours, anymore, Horan! So let it go!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

I took a step back, surprised by how well Niall could keep calm and glanced at our table to see all of our friends watching the show. It was not really how I imagined my night.

"You're a fuckin' asshole and I've always hated you, ya know that?"

"I'm very aware." Niall sighed. "But she said she was not interested, so keep your feckin' hands in your pockets."

"Or what?" Rian yelled, this time. "Or WHAT?"

"Rian, stop!"

We all turned to Ava who was frowning and Rian scoffed, shaking his head. "You stay out of this." he turned to Niall. "And you!" he grabbed him by his shirt and my heart sank in my chest as I moved closer, grabbing Rian's arm and trying to push him back.

"Please, stop!" I let out, suddenly panicked.

Niall didn't send me a glance and kept looking at Rian, "Liv, move back. Please Liv."

It took me a few seconds and I did as he asked just when Rian started talking again.

"She's not your girlfriend." he repeated. "So mind your own fuckin' business!"

"But I still love her." Niall admitted louder, making my lips part and my whole body throb. "I'm still in love with her. And I'm not gonna let you touch her, not without her consent."

Everything happened a bit too fast for me to react and I barely saw Rian let go of Niall to throw his fist at him. Gladly, he was totally hammered and Niall easily dodged his hit before throwing his own first on Rian's jaw. My eyes got bigger as Rian fell on the floor and I finally closed them, bringing both my hands on my face.

"MATES!"

I remained motionless, eyes closed and silent, until I felt someone pull me out and I only opened my eyes again when I felt the fresh air hit the skin of my face. It was a bit cold and I shivered, bringing my arms around myself before I felt someone wrap theirs around me from behind.

"Hey, you okay?" I didn't have to hear his voice, I immediately recognized Niall from the way he was touching me, and the way he smelled. God he smelled amazing. "I'm sorry about all this."

I shook my head and sighed. "Let's leave, okay?"

I noticed Ava and two other guys try to put Rian on the backseat of a car and Zara quickly ran to me, raising her nose up and placing her hand on my arm.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly, tilting her head, before I nodded. "I'll message you, okay? And if you invite me to Cali, I'd love to visit!"

I chuckled and nodded. "We can definitely plan that."

She glanced up at Niall and tried to stop a smirk from gracing her face without much success.

"Have fun you two." she just chuckled. "I'm rooting for you."

I laughed and closed my eyes again, a bit embarrassed but quickly, Niall moved away and reached for my fingers. I let him take my hand in his and we walked in silence. I knew where he was taking me but I didn't mention it and when we sat in the grass, I moved my legs over his thighs and felt his hand on mine, warming me. It was cold and I knew we wouldn't last too long outside but I enjoyed being close to him in silence. It took at least 20 minutes for Niall to talk again and hearing his voice made something stir in my stomach.

"I'm sorry." he said in a low tone, looking down at his hand on my thigh as he gently brushed his fingertips on my pants. "I don't know why I did that. But he had his hand on your breasts and I suddenly wanted to kill him."

I stared at him for a few seconds without talking and waiting for him to look up but he didn't. I pressed my lips together and placed my hand over his, grabbing his fingers and squeezing them.

"Thank you for defending me." I just replied, making him nod slightly. "You were so laid-back, I didn't expect you to throw your fist at him. You don't need to apologize."

He looked up at me and sent me a fond smile as I bit my bottom lip. Slowly, I moved closer and kissed him gently. I could feel my head spinning from all the alcohol in my body and when he deepened the kiss, I felt my eyes flutter behind my eyelids.

"I'm sorry." I whispered against his mouth. "I should have told our friends we were together. It would have spared a few problems."

"Not your fault. It's entirely his fault. He shouldn't have touched you after you said no, whether you were taken or not. He's an asshole and he deserved a good punch. I'm just happy I'm the one who gave him." he confessed, making me chuckle. "I can't believe he did that."

"Well he was seeing the way I was looking at you apparently. And he probably saw how Ava was all over you, too. Must have been hard for him to be rejected twice in the same night. I've rejected him a lot, too."

"Still not an excuse." Niall whispered, kissing my lips very gently.

"I know."

"Don't defend him, he's an arsehole."

"I know."

We remained silent again as we kissed some more. I felt his hand move up on me and slip between my thighs, the side of one of his fingers pressing on my pussy. I whimpered very low and chuckled.

"It's way too cold to fuck here."

"I know." he groaned. "I just can't believe we have to sleep at my mom's. Every single time we come visit you don't want to let me fuck you."

The way he pouted and his childish tone made a laugh boom out of me and I finally leaned my forehead against his and brought my hand to his cheek.

"I'll let you tomorrow morning, but only if you agree to do something tonight that I've always wanted to do."

He frowned and pulled away to stare at me suspiciously. "I want to ask if I'll regret it but if you let me cum inside you tomorrow then I'm ready for anything."

I laughed again and kissed him with a smile. It felt so great to be wanted even if most of the time, It also felt surreal. We walked back to his mom's and it was extremely late when he tried to find the right keys to walk inside before realizing the door was not locked. We both laughed as we walked inside, and it made me realize we were both still quite tipsy. We walked slowly, trying to remain silent without much success and when he bumped into the table, we both laughed. He pulled me closer and started kissing me hard, sticking his tongue on my mouth only to turn me on, I suspected. His normal taste was altered with the taste of beer but I loved it and I moaned low in his mouth. I couldn't remember how we ended up on the roof but I stared up at the sky, tilting my head with a smile.

"That's really all you wanted?" he asked after a while. "Watch the stars like we used to do on the roof of your house?"

I kept looking up at the indigo sky and pressed my lips together before licking them.

"We used to do that all the time, just you and I, and I remember wishing you would kiss me every single time. That's why we're here. I want to kiss you while we watch the stars together."

Niall chuckled low. "You're so cheesy. I blame you for my romantic side."

I turned to send him a big smile. "You're welcome."

His lips curled into a fond and loving grin and I bit my bottom lip.

"I will kiss you anywhere you want. Any time you want. For any reason you can think of, or for no reason at all except that I love you."

I felt my heart melt in my chest and breathed in, trying to keep my tears in. He was leaning on his side to look at me, holding himself with one of his elbows and arms, and suddenly, I could see the adorable 14 year old he used to be, with his blonde hair and his crooked teeth. I felt my heart swell and my eyes watered, letting a tear fall on one of my cheeks as I sniffed. Was I really going to push away this man out of fear? Was that a good way to live life anyway? To stop myself from being happy in fear of being hurt again? It was ridiculous.

"We will be together, Niall."

He frowned slightly and moved his upper body closer. "What?"

"If you still want of me..." I repeated before breathing in deeply. "if you still want to be with me.. really be with me. Officially. It will happen."

"I'll always want that Olivia." he simply replied but I could hear surprise and happiness in his voice and when I looked up at him, his eyes seemed to sparkle. They shined even more than they did at the bar when he was drunk and it made my heart jump in my chest. Perhaps, it was only the reflection of the lights of the streets, or maybe I was hallucinating it... but I didn't think so. He seemed genuinely excited by my words.

"I just need more time. But it will happen." I explained more. "I'll never be able to live without you anyway. And I don't want to. I don't want to live without you, Niall."

His lips curled into the biggest smile and he chuckled, moving closer and sliding his hand behind my head. I could feel his fingers sink in my hair as he pulled me closer.

"Best news of the day. It beats everything else." he let out low. "Now, I'm going to kiss you beneath the stars until you're too tired to keep your eyes open."

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