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skythighs · 5 months

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Calista's Dream: Blood on my Tongue

I am just pushing this story out like it's nothing. That's the power of Feyd Rautha Harkonnen because I've literally never posted any of my writing until this. I'm so inspired ✨️ I hope you all are enjoying the story progress once again future chapters will contain sexual content so 18+ please.

Warnings:blood consumption

Word count:2.8k

Chapter 2

The next morning was slow. It was customary to sleep in after a welcoming feast given the guests usually over indulged in much wine. I was just thankful for a brief reprieve before our official courting began. My hand was wrapped neatly by Dr. Yueh last night. It stung whenever I tried to flex my hand slightly. I’m still not sure what compelled me to slice my palm just because he requested it. At the moment it seemed like the right thing to do but upon further reflection, I think it was a mistake. I only showed him that if he insisted I would bend to his will, because that is exactly what I did. I gave him what he asked for. I gave him my blood and he loved it. I can still recall the look in his predatory eyes when he saw my bright red blood coat the dagger. For a moment I thought he might lick it clean but thankfully he did not.

“My lady, it’s time for your promenade with the Na Baron.”

I wash my face at my vanity trying to mentally prepare for the day ahead.

“He also requested a tour of the training yard. He needs to train daily, Lady Calista.”

“Of course thank you for informing me.”

With that she readied me for the mid day meal.

Yet again in the great hall Feyd Rautha and my father are seated identically to last night. They rise to greet me, but this time Feyd pulls out my chair without interruption from my father. I kiss my father on his cheek the same way I have every morning since I was a girl and he strokes my hair affectionately. Once I take my seat I greet The Na Baron with a simple

“Good Morning.”

My mother looks on with a sincere smile nodding her head in greeting. Her love had always been more reserved, more private than my fathers affections, but I knew she would do anything for me just as he would.

Na Baron Harkonnen seems taken aback by the display of affection between father and daughter and thus does not relay a ‘Good morning’ in return. The food is quickly delivered and everyone begins eating without another word spoken. In order to break the ice Cali faces Feyd.

“I was informed you wanted to see the training yard. One of the maids mentioned training daily back on Giedi Prime. Is that true?”

He cuts his eyes to her youthful face and damp hair.

“Yes, it’s true. Why do you ask?”

“I also train daily. Perhaps we could-”

“-Cali, no I don’t think that's a good idea.” Said Leto.

“I would be honored, my lady.” said Feyd.

Jessica and Leto looked apprehensive.

“Father? Is it alright?”

He nodded his approval, reluctant to offend the Na Baron.

An hour later I was dressed in my training garb which consisted of tight yet stretchy britches and a white peasant top tucked in neatly to the britches. I knocked on Feyd Rautha’s chamber in three sharp raps. He opened the door only a crack before seeing me and widening the gap.

“Are you ready Na Baron?”

He nodded once stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. They walked silently together with him just a few short paces behind her, out of her peripheral vision.

“Our training yard has an awning so even when it rains we can enjoy the fresh air. The indoor area can get stuffy at times.” I was actually looking forward to sparring with him. I was eager to see if the rumors and gossip about him being a brutal animal were true. I felt a thrill deep down at the thought of it; seeing him for the beast he was rumored to be.

“Here we are.” I pushed open the large double doors where some of the men were training under Duncans supervision. He nodded to me acknowledging mine and Na Baron Harkonnen's presence, but he did not approach.

“Where would you like to start? Hand to hand perhaps?”

I offered hoping he would agree.

“Are you sure you’re capable?” He gestures to my wrapped hand that I had somehow forgotten about.

“It’ll be fine. It’s just sparring right?”

“Right.”

We make our way to an available mat standing on opposite sides of the circle. His eyes are watching me more closely than usual which seems impossible. He gestures for me to make the first move. So I approach him slowly and deliberately. I strike out at his neck before he swiftly dodges the blow countering with a blow of his own which lands on my left side. I expected him to be a bit slower given his stature, but I was wrong. Noted.

We trade blows back and forth, none landing. I was small and quick but he was using his size against me. He tried cornering me so I couldn't retreat before he grabbed hold of me. At the last second he was able to grab me and bring my back to his front. He wrapped his arms around my middle. For a moment we just breathe a bit worn out from the previous events. We had gone on for nearly ten minutes just grappling no one landing a single blow since his very first attack.

“You're fast my lady. I almost couldn’t catch you... almost.” He whispered right in my ear.

“You’re surprisingly fast for someone of your size, Na Baron. I’ll admit I was expecting slow but powerful blows.” I try to face him but his grip doesn’t allow for it.

“You adapted quickly. I was only able to land the first blow, I’m impressed, but you’re holding back.”

I try to turn to face him but he refuses to let me out of his grip.

“We’re just sparring are we not? Do you want me to unleash my full capabilities?”

“I will if you will.” He whispers yet again in my ear.

With that I fling my head back catching him while he leaned into my ear to speak. The blow is enough for him to momentarily lose his grip and I use it to my advantage striking him in his gut with my elbow and moving out of his reach.

He smiles a black toothed smile at me, and I feel pride briefly before he charges at me full force and before I can even think he slams me on the foam mat knocking the breath from my body. Now at the advantage he straddles me at my waist totally trapping my legs. I try to use the menuvors Gurney taught me to use against bigger opponents but he pins my hands flush against the mat earning the attention of Duncan and the other soldiers present.

I buck my hips trying with all my might to knock him off kilter, but it’s all for nothing. He’s too big, even with my years of training my strength will never be a true match to his. His eyes are even brighter than last night as I fight with everything inside of me to free myself. I manage to slip my bandaged hand out of his grasp from the sheer amount of sweat that has gathered there, and I slap him across the face with my full power. He grips my injured hand again this time squeezing it, pulling a whimper from me. I feel my cut reopen and he seems to notice this as well because he hasn’t looked away from my hand yet. I stop fighting and watch him intently as he removes the bandage exposing a small trickle of blood pooling on my palm.

Hunger. That’s what I see in his eyes right now and it frightens me to my core. I heard tales from Gurney that some Harkonnen partake in cannibalism, but I never thought my betrothed would be one. Slowly and with all the fluidity of a snake he leans down and licks the pool of blood into his onyx mouth. His tongue startlingly pink compared to his black teeth makes me gasp. I freeze in fear and watch him while still pinned down beneath him as he licks my hand free of any blood that has gathered. Once he finishes his task he slowly rises off of me. I continue to lie on the floor shocked until Duncan Idaho kneels beside me.

“Cali, are you hurt?” He asked as he looked me over, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from Feyd Rautha.

“I’m fine Duncan, we were just sparring.”

Who am I trying to convince? Every man here just saw him toss me around like a rag doll and lick my blood clean from my palm and now he’s staring at me like he wanted to come back over here and devour me bones and all. Duncan pulls me up to my feet, hands on my shoulders as he waits for me to shake off whatever spell I was under.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He persists.

I finally break my trance and look away from Feyd Rautha. I nod my head looking up at Duncan. He was like an older brother to me, somehow older but less mature. But here and now there was no playfulness in his eyes, only deep deep concern for me.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it. I’m gonna go get this taken care of.”

I gesture to my throbbing hand. Duncan nods at me and releases me from his grasp.I find myself looking at Feyd again, but now he only has eyes for Duncan.

“You will take her place, Atreides' pet.” He spits at Idaho.

That was the last thing I heard as I left the training room face red from all the pitying looks from the men there. He made a fool of me in front of them all. This is what my father was worried about I suppose. I just proved to everyone I’m nothing but a weak little girl.

I sit totally tuning out Dr. Yueh as he asks me about my wound. I couldn’t focus on a word he said. I felt so exhausted and weak physically. My father wanted me to be able to hold my own when this day came, but Feyd proved I was nothing compared to him. How would I survive this? What will my father say?

Later in the day I was soaking in a warm bath spiraling down a rabbit hole of self deprecating thoughts. I was nothing compared to him. If I hadn't been born so small. If I hadn't been born a girl. My back was stiff from the force of being slammed. I realize now, no one had ever handled me so roughly. No one had ever used their full strength on me before. Not Gurney, not Duncan, no one. The thought alone makes tears pool in my eyes. My own perfect little world has been shattered by the truth. I’m not the future Duke. I’m the future Duchess. The very taste is bitter on my tongue.

“I can feel your bad mood from the chamber door.”

I gasp, clutching my heart.

“Mother, you scared me half to death. When did you get here?”

My mothers emerald orbs stare deep into my chestnut ones.

“Speak plainly Calista, your father has already been informed of what transpired today in the training yard.”

I cringe to myself, holding my eyes closed to stop the tears from falling. My mother hated when I cried. I hear her move about the bathing room grabbing something before I feel her gently brush my hair.

“Talk to me, my girl.”

“He bested me. We agreed to stop holding back and he beat me so quickly- I- I can’t face him again.”

“Ah, your pride is wounded. So much of your father is in you my darling.”

“It’s not just pride, mother. I was- I was afraid of him.”

The silence is loud.

“You were afraid? Why?”

“He overpowered me so quickly, but I fought hard, so hard, and still he would not be moved by me.”

“You’re hiding something. I feel it.”

“He tasted my blood. He looked like a man starving, and I felt such an unfamiliar fear reach my heart.”

Jessica remains silent and just listens as she diligently brushes.

“He wanted to devour me.”

“Shhh. Don’t cry. I think perhaps what he exhibited was sexual attraction for you.”

“No Gurney told me about cannibalism amongst House Harkonnen. What sort of normal person licks another human being's blood.”

“Calista, blood can be...erotic to some. I highly doubt Feyd Rautha is a cannibal. I think he desires you and you brought that forth while sparring today.”

I open my eyes considering her words.

“I didn’t think of that.”

“You are innocent, I wouldn’t expect such a thing to cross your mind. You can use that desire to your advantage, Cali.”

“Yes, I suppose I can.”

There's an awkward silence before lady Jessica speaks up.

“Why didn’t you use the voice?” There was a tension in her shoulders.

“Because fear is the mind killer. I couldn’t even think.” She admits in shame.

“Do not be ashamed. Let this be a lesson to you Calista, for if you are ever in harm's way your greatest enemy is yourself.”

“I understand.”

“Get out of the tub. It’s time to entertain your betrothed, he still expects a promenade before the evening meal.”

With that she pulls out her dress of choice while leaving Cali to finish her bath in peace.

There was a brief break in the rain clouds so I decided to take Feyd Rautha to the gardens before we went to the evening meal together. Beyond the garden was the rocky seashore and Feyd seemed transfixed on the water that lay beyond that.

“Let's take a closer look.”

I boldly grab his hand tugging him along near the ragged rocks edge. There was a rocky beach about five feet below.

“What is Giedi Prime like? What can I expect?”

“Nothing like this. In fact it’s the opposite of this. No lush grass or tall standing trees, and certainly no body of water as enchanting as this.”

He sounds harsh in his delivery, but it doesn’t deter me.

“What of your family? Are they looking forward to our union?”

“They are.”

He doesn’t elaborate or even look my way. He simply stares out as the waves crash below us on the rocky shore. The mist from the seaspray damps my hair and I decide we should leave so we aren't soaked through while we eat.

Tonight's meal passed by without much incident unlike last nights and I’m thankful the day is over when I climb into my bed. Physically and mentally exhausted from the last two days.

That night my dreams were plagued by sand dunes, and the sound of a baby crying with all their strength. As I walked along the sand dune I found myself heavily with child and the crying was coming from within me, only I could hear my son cry out. Feyd appeared suddenly in my dream and my son's cries stopped abruptly as he kneeled before me speaking calmly to my large midsection. He even stroked me lovingly there on his knees. A kick from within my womb drags me out of my sleep and I shoot up out of my bed. It felt so strong. So real. This was no dream, this was a vision. The very first one since my childhood. A son? Why was this so familiar to me and yet so foreign. How did I know the life inside of me was male? I don't know how I know, but he was soothed by Feyd Rautha’s presence. The child in my womb recognized his fathers voice even now when he hasn’t yet been conceived.

In the weeks that followed Feyd Rautha pulled away from me. He would not engage in idle chit chat no matter how hard I tried to interact with him. His eyes were dead again even when looking at me, and some part of me didn’t like that. He was clearly just going through the motions of courting because it was requested but some part of me wanted us to know one another. Ever since the vision when I saw another side of him, I've longed to see more. He was tender in my vision, stroking my heavily pregnant womb gently and with great care. I wanted to see that side of him again, but who knew how long that would take. However, I resigned myself to the fact that I would indeed be marrying a stranger despite my best attempts. He had even gone so far as to avoid me during training. Only arriving while I still slept peacefully and leaving as soon as I appeared.

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azsazz · 1 year

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More vamp azzy as we all desperately need.

This one is a request from an anon: “Okay so for vamp Az. I’m not sure if vampires eat anything other than blood but if not, then imagine him trying to cook anything for reader because she got sick or something. I don’t want to get into too many details since you only asked for ideas so totally no pressure! I fell hopelessly in love with vamp Az and am so excited for more!! ❤️‍🔥And spooky season is coming and it just fits perfectly 😌🧛🏼”

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A clatter from the kitchen shocks you from your sleep. Your eyes are heavy and sore, nose stuffed and mouth dry. You cough a little as you swallow, trying to wet your throat and gather your bearings.

Your blanket sits heavy on your body, and you notice not only one, but three thick comforters piled up and tucked under your chin. You’re a cocoon of warmth, and despite the chill wracking your bones, sweat dampens your forehead.

The couch is as good as any bed, but the room is missing the body of the vampire you’ve become accustomed to seeing. Azriel doesn’t need sleep, not that you have noticed anyway, but he often never lets you leave his sight, even if he knows you’re in your rooms or his excellent hearing picks up on you prowling around his home during the daylight hours.

You’ve grown into his schedule, sleeping away the days and staying up during the nights. You hadn’t even realized you’d been doing it until as of late. It had been purely survival instinct at first, to stay up for as long as possible. You pulled open the thick, black, heavy curtains to let the sun stream through the windows, hoping it would keep Azriel away from you, but he’d only reached into the blazing sun to pull them shut again. It how his hands got like this, you realized, when they had started sizzling and one had caught fire from the sun. He hadn’t hissed, but the hazel of his eyes gleamed in a way that had scared you and made your stomach twist. It was paired with a hint of fang, the curve of his lips telling you all you needed to know about him.

You weren’t going anywhere.

The other night, you had attempted escape, to no avail.

Azriel had been away at one of his meetings, with whom or about what you didn’t know, but you’d managed to shimmy open one of the ancient windows. There was a storm raging, and it seemed like the perfect escape. The rain would cover your scent and would wash away your footprints in the mud.

You hadn’t anticipated being hunted through the woods.

Being out in the rain that long hadn’t been good for you, but the fucking you received when Azriel had found you had almost made it worth it. He’d taken you right there in the middle of the forest, and then again when he wrangled you home and lit a fire in the hearth so big it rivaled those of Hel. He’d been silent the entire time, even as he lied you down to dry and fucked you deep. You thought your shivering body was due to his cold hands and wicked tongue, not the oncoming cold.

The noise is followed by a low string of curses that you’re sure he means to keep soft. Your eyes slide shut again, exhausted and too achy to move.

It’s better to keep silent, not draw his attention to you no matter how badly you want a glass of water.

It doesn’t take long for him to enter the room. He holds a bowl in one hand and helps you sit up with the other. You can’t help but notice the bulge of his biceps from underneath his tight shirt as he does so, and you didn’t think that your mouth could possibly get any drier, but here you are.

You stare at the bowl wearily, then back up at him, heart stumbling at the nervous look on his face.

“You can cook?” You ask, watching as he paces to the hearth to stoke the fire. He avoids your eyes, not wanting to see the sympathy swimming in them.

“I used to be able to, once upon a time,” Azriel’s voice is soft, longing. He can no longer consume food that sustains you, you realize. You find yourself aching for him, a little.

“And now you can’t eat,” you trail off, glancing to your bowl again. It smells delicious, the scents of vegetables and spices filling the room with warmth. Your freezing fingers are beginning to thaw already.

Azriel shakes his head in response, gesturing to the bowl. You pick up the spoon, dipping it into the bowl. You see the carrots and shallots swimming in it, along with barley and herbs that make it taste like heaven.

You can’t help but to groan pleasurably, the flavors exploding on your tongue. “For someone who can’t eat, this is delicious.”

“I can eat, but there’s no use,” Azriel says, eyes intent on you as he watches you take another bite. He’s filled with pleasure at the sight of you enjoying something he’d made for you, and he can admit that he did have fun being in the kitchen again. “Everything tastes boring and it’s not the kind of thing that can sustain me.”

Right. Your stomach swirls, thinking about the blood he needs to consume in order to survive. You feel a little sick at the thought that this is what he’s taken you for, to use you for pleasure to ultimately drain you one day.

You shiver but shove the thought away. Azriel’s eyes grow warmer with each spoonful you take, and there’s something itching at you to be nice to him, despite everything that’s happened between the both of you. He had taken you in from the rain, most likely saving your life in the process, and now he’s feeding you.

You find a part of yourself wanting to return the favor.

“Eat with me,” you say, patting the spot you’d just sat up from. It’s piled with pillows but you can surely shove them aside to make room for Azriel.

“What?” He asks, brows furrowing deeply. He looks like he’s about to protest but you’re cutting him off before he can.

“Come on, come eat with me.”

Azriel stares at you like you’ve grown a second head and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“I just told you that it doesn’t matter if I eat.”

“Then come eat.”

It’s clear you’re not giving up on this. Azriel sighs, pushing to his feet and striding towards the kitchen to get his own bowl.

But you’re a stubborn one. He doesn’t expect you to grab for him, and you’re as quick as an asp. He’s not expecting the feel of your hands on his exposed forearms, sleeves of his thick, black shirt rolled up to keep away from the food as he was cooking.

“You can share with me.”

“No,” he says, voice harsh and demanding. “You ned to eat.”

You quirk a brow. “Afraid of catching a little cold?”

Azriel can’t contain the rolling of his eyes and you want to laugh at how human it makes him look.

“I can’t catch a cold.”

“Of course you can’t,” you agree, shoving the pillows onto the floor and biting back a grin at Azriel’s grimace. “Now sit down and eat.”

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megxplryxb · 10 months

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More Than This Part 2.

Authors Note: I am beyond sorry for the 9 month wait for this. I just lost my motivation for writing but its slowly and surely coming back. Thank you all for being so patient. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: GIF is not mine.

Link for Part 1: More Than This

The last of your salty tears trickle down the bathtub drain as you wrap yourself up in a well-worn motel towel. The shower had done little to improve your mood, switching from hot to cold just as you had been with Steve for the past several weeks. You had been doing so well up until recently, trying to avoid him and your feelings but now that you were sharing a room and bed with him for the night, it was going to be next to impossible to hide the fact that you were hopelessly in love with your best friend.

The rusty faucet dripped little beads of water into the sink despite it being turned off while you carefully applied your make up, hoping Steve and the others wouldn’t notice the slight puffiness under your eyes from crying. Admittedly, you were taking a little longer than usual to get ready, making sure your eyeliner was just right, lips perfectly glossed and kissable and your outfit was showing off all your best features, ‘cause although you felt like utter shit, you didn't want to look like shit too.

As you began to gather up your things, folding the towel back on to the rack, you heard a tap on the bathroom door. “Hey, are you almost done in there? I need to take a piss really bad.” Steve said in a seemingly more relaxed tone than earlier. Unlocking the bathroom door, you find your best friend standing shirtless in his Levi's, leaning against the doorframe and you curse him for looking so damn beautiful.

“I did ask if you needed to use the bathroom before I went in.” You huff, quick to brush past him, clothes and make up bundled in your arms as his eyes follow you around the room, nostrils filling with the scent of your vanilla perfume, jaw a little slack as he scanned your body.

Steve couldn't help but notice the little black dress you were wearing along with your signature converse, how it sparkled and fit perfectly on your body, breasts spilling out over the top ever so slightly. He knows it’s wrong to think of you that way, because you’re his best friend and he's seeing someone else but sometimes he wonders if you know just how pretty you are.

“Uh, the air cons not working in here, the room's like a god damn sauna.” He informs, scratching the back of his neck, trying to avert his gaze from your frame.

“Well if you hadn’t made such a fuss about the sleeping arrangements, at least one of us would have had working air con tonight, Harrington.” You mutter, tucking your things back in to your duffle, pushing by him. Steve presses his tongue to his cheek, realising that whatever the hell was bothering you, wasn’t going to disappear anytime soon. Defeated, he shuts the bathroom door, leaving you to finish getting ready alone.

He emerges fifteen minutes later, freshly showered, smelling great and you hate how good he looks in his tight jeans and white t-shirt, hair perfectly in place, not that it wasn’t always. It wasn't exactly the attire you expected someone to wear to a Metallica concert, but it was Steve after all, he wasn't exactly into Heavy metal.

You can feel the tension rising between you with each passing minute of silence, unspoken words hanging in the air as his hazel eyes burn a hole through your head while you both walk on eggshells around the small room. With one quick look in the mirror and one final spray of perfume, you grab your purse and head for the front door, not being able to stand the awkwardness a second longer. “I’m gonna go see if the others are ready.” You say, reaching for the door handle but you already hear his footsteps behind you.

“Wait, can we just talk for a sec?” Steve pleads, eyes wide with concern when you sigh loudly.

“About what?” You ask as he scoffs at your response. “Seriously? Oh, I don’t know, maybe about why you’ve been acting weird with me all day?” He replies, folding his strong arms and you immediately regret not just walking out of the room to find your friends because you aren't ready to have this conversation with him.

“Steve...”

“Not just today actually, it’s been going on for a while and honestly, I don’t know what I’ve said or done to piss you off and believe me, I’ve been racking my brains trying to figure it out. But I’ve obviously done something because you’re so angry at me and.….”

“I’m not…I’m not angry.” You reply, not really knowing what else to say to him.

“You’re not?” He asks, raising his brows in surprise.

“Look, you haven’t done anything to upset me, alright?” You say, giving him a fake smile but he’s not convinced at all.

“Come on, give me some credit here sweetheart. We’re supposed to be best friends, yeah?” He asks moving closer towards you.

“Mhm” Is all you manage to say when he takes your hand but you’re quick to pull it away again, feeling the heat on your cheeks start to rise, placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Then what's going on huh? Why are you staying at Robin’s? I really miss you.” Steve confesses with such a mixture of sadness and sincerity that you almost consider telling him everything right there and then but you're not ready to hear that he doesn't feel the same way and so instead, you lie.

“There’s no big reason, Steve. Robin mentioned that you were on a couple of dates and I didn’t want to get in the way of anything, I think it’d be a bit awkward with me in the next room, don’t you?” You joke, trying to make an effort with him and you can see the confused expression on his face.

“Robin told you about Tracy?” He asks, surprised by how cool you were being about this, but the minute you hear the name fall from his mouth, he instantly realises Robin never told you who it was he was actually dating.

“Wait, did you say Tracy? As in Tracy Turner from high school, that’s who you’re dating!?” You question, furrowing your brows as Steve takes a step back, sensing the air getting thicker between you again.

“Uh, yeah. Sort of, I mean it’s pretty new and…”

"How....when did...where did you even..."

"She was at the video store a few times and I don't know, we were talking one day and she just sort of asked me out." Steve explained nervously.

“And you said yes?"

"Well, girls haven't exactly been lining up to date me recently if you hadn’t noticed.” He muttered, trying to make a joke out of it but it wasn’t working.

"I can’t believe you’d date her after what she did to me!” You yell, shaking your head in disbelief.

Tracey Turner had been one of your closest friends, once upon a time. That was until you found her in the back seat of a car with your then boyfriend Matt Anderson. It wasn’t that you’d been with Matt for long or even loved him but she was supposed to be your friend and she didn’t even apologise for hurting you. Now here she was, a couple of years later trying to take Steve away from you too. Your Steve. Steve, who you actually loved.

“Come on, that was years ago! She’s changed since then.” Steve says, panic apparent in his voice when he sees the look in your eyes and he knows he’s said the wrong thing again.

“Don’t you dare defend her!” You growl and he’s wincing at how angry you are now. “Can you just calm down for a second?” He begs, hands in the air, surrendering to you immediately, not wanting to fight or upset you anymore than he already had.

“Calm down? My “best friend” is dating a girl who FUCKED my boyfriend and you want me to calm down?” You yell, enraged at the new information you've discovered, seeing nothing but visions of them together in your head. Had he slept with her already? Had she occupied your side of Steve’s bed that you’d sleep on when you watched movies late in to the night? Had she seen pieces of your clothing lying around his house? Had she seen the pictures of you and Steve on his bedside table? Had he told her he loved her? Oh god, you were going to be sick.

“I’m sorry, alright? Shit, I didn’t think it would be such a big deal.” He exhales, throwing his head back.

“Oh really, Steve? If it wasn't such a big deal to you then why didn't you tell me about her, huh?” You ask bluntly as Steve's face begins to harden.

"You didn't tell me about Hargrove."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I had to find out from Henderson that you were dating that asshole and that’s only because he caught you making out on the couch while you were supposed to be babysitting!” Steve argues and you can't help but laugh at how immature he was being.

"That's completely different, we were barely even friends back then."

“But we were friends and you knew I hated him but you went out with him anyway!" He fires back, leaning against the old chest of drawers.

"Yeah, only because you were still getting....." You start to say before you stop yourself, realising that you'd almost blown your cover when Steve looks at you confused.

“Because I was still getting what?” He asks with a heightened interest, just as a knock comes to the door.

“What the hell is going on in here, we could hear you yelling outside!” Eddie shouts when you open the door, seeing the distressed look on your face as Steve stood silent, still waiting for your reply.

"Nothing, let's just go." You mutter, moving by your friends to exit the room. "You are SUCH a dingus, dingus." Robin rolls her eyes at Steve before chasing after you, figuring that you've somehow found out about Tracy Turner, praying that you won't be pissed at her for not telling you.

"Yeah, I know Robin, thanks." Steve sighs heavily, trying to follow but Eddie holds him back, placing a hand on his friends chest. "Dude, take it from me, let her cool off for a while."

"Eddie, I need to talk to her man, I need to fix this." He attempts to push by again but the metal head refuses to budge.

"How are you going to fix it Steve, huh? Do you even know what's going on with her?" Eddie questions, as Steve sighs, placing his hands on his hips.

"No, but I guess she told you, yeah? You two looked pretty close in the parking lot earlier." Steve grunts, while Eddie lets out a smug laugh. "Careful big boy, you almost sound jealous."

"I'm not jealous man, I'm just...fuck, I don't know!” He exhales loudly, leaning against the wall of the motel room. “Maybe I am." Steve admits, putting a hand through his hair, slumping to the ground. “I just, I don’t know what’s going on with her y’know? She's always talked to me about everything and now? I can barely get her to look at me.” Steve sighs as Eddie takes a seat beside his friend, patting him on the shoulder.

“Look dude, there’s nothing to be jealous about ok? There’s nothing going on between us, shit I’d be so lucky.” Eddie chuckles and Steve feels a sudden feeling of relief wash over him. “Sadly, she’s only got eyes for one lucky son of a bitch and unfortunately, it isn’t me.” Eddie smirks, as the other boy lifts his head in a panic.

“She’s seeing someone?”

“No dumbass, fuck– do I really need to spell it out for you?" Eddie asks, his eyes rolling back in his head when Steve still hadn't gotten the hint. “Come on man, you’ve gotta know she’s fucking crazy about you?”

“What?” Steve exhales in disbelief as Eddie's words reply in his head. “Did she tell you that?”

“She didn’t have to.” Eddie replies letting out a heavy breath. “Steve man, you didn’t see her that night on the lake. You didn’t see the fear in her eyes when you got pulled under the water. She jumped in after you so fast, she didn't even look back to see if the rest of us were following."

Steve remembered that night vividly, probably better than anyone else. Hell, there were still nights that he woke up in a cold sweat, thinking those bats were feasting on his flesh. Those were the nights that he missed you the most. How you’d wrap your arms around him, pull him close and tell him everything was ok now. That you could finally all move on with your lives. He missed the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, the sound of your heartbeat as his head rested on your chest. You never told anyone about those nights, he’d made you promise. Cause he had to be strong for the kids.

He thought back to that night in the Upside Down, how he feared he'd never see your face again, that he'd never be able to tell you how he really felt about you. Then suddenly, you were there, eliminating the demobats one by one, tears in your eyes as you ran to him in a panic. He should have told you then, should have made it clear that you meant everything to him but then the others appeared and so he decided to choose another time. A time when you weren't in immediate danger. A time when it was just you and him and fuck, he'd tried to tell you so many times after that but every time he got close to saying it, something stopped him.

Fear.

What if he ruined everything?

What if you laughed in his face?

What if you didn't feel the same way?

What if it didn't work out and you left him like Nancy did?

Steve couldn't bare the thought of losing you, so instead of telling you the truth, he decided to bury his feelings deep down inside. Deciding, that he'd rather have you as a friend than not have you in his life at all. So, when Tracy Turner boldly asked him on a date, he begrudgingly accepted, hoping it would stop him from thinking about you.

It didn’t.

“Jesus Eddie, I’ve been such an idiot." Steve sighs angrily. "I’ve been trying so damn hard to pretend that I don’t have feelings for her instead of just..”

“Instead of what?” Eddie asks as Steve moves his head to look at his friend.

“Instead of telling her that I love her. That I’ve been in love with her since the moment she answered Henderson’s door three years ago.” He reveals and Eddie lets out the smallest of laughs.

“Yeah Harrington, you are an idiot and out of all the dumb shit you’ve ever done, pretending you don't love that girl is probably way up there. But from what I can see, she’s always gonna carry a big ol’ torch for you. So come on, go make this right and go get your girl. I’ve got a fuckin’ mosh pit to get to.”

When Steve and Eddie finally get to the entrance gate of the concert, they see Robin pacing back and fourth with a stressed out look on her face and Steve instantly feels a knot forming in his stomach when he realises you’re nowhere in sight.

"What the hell took you both so long?" She yells frantically.

“Had to knock some sense into Harrington here.” Eddie smirks, winking at Robin who offers him a confused glance.

"Where is she?" Steve questions his friend and Robin throws her hands in the air.

"I don’t know Steve! She took off by herself with some guy, went in with him, she didn't want to talk to me. She's pissed with a capital P!" Robin yells, angry at her friend for ever telling her that he'd been seeing Tracy Turner. Angry that she’d been put in the middle of this situation.

"Calm down Robs, we'll find her." Eddie reassures, placing a supportive arm around his friend.

"No, I'll find her, this is all my fault and I’m going to fix it." Steve says adamantly.

“I think you’re the last person she wants to see right now dingus.” Robin grunts but Steve’s already making a beeline for the entrance to the outdoor concert.

"Harrington!" Eddie yells as Steve takes a quick look back to his friends.

"Don't fuck it up." He shouts as the boy nods back before marching through a sea of bodies.

“What the hell is going on?” Robin questions, earning a grin from the metal head standing beside her as he throws a lazy arm over her shoulder.

“Fifty bucks says they’re fucking by the end of the night.”

Thirty minutes later and Steve is no closer to finding you. The darkness beginning to bleed in to the sky, the smell of weed and cheap alcohol lingering in the air as he looks for you in every queue, at every stand but it isn't until he hears the familiar laughter coming from behind him that he finally sees you. You’re sitting on the ground with a beer in hand, looking very cosy with the attractive tattooed stranger that’s much too close to you for Steve’s liking and your smile fades immediately when you see the boy standing in front of you.

"What are you doing? I've been looking everywhere for you." Steve asks, clearly annoyed by the presence of the other male beside you.

"I'm just making some new friends, not that it's any of your business." You mutter, taking a sip of your beer.

"This your boyfriend, sweetheart?" The man sitting next to you asks, grinning at Steve who keeps his eyes solely focused on you.

You shake your head instantly. "Nope. He's just a friend, or at least I thought he was."

“Can you please come with me? We really need to talk.” Steve begs, holding out a hand to you but you refuse to move. “We don’t have anything left to talk about.”

“I think we both know that we do.” Steve says, staring at you and you’re sure you see new determination behind his caramel tinted eyes.

"Don't worry about her pretty boy, I'll take good care of her, you go enjoy the show." The man smirks, placing a hand on your thigh as Steve’s jaw clenches.

"Get your hands off of her." Steve warns and suddenly you feel the tension in the air. Your eyes widen as Steve's fists begin to ball up, finally removing his eyes from you to look at the man sitting beside you.

"Why? She just said you're not her boyfriend and I don’t see her saying no.” The man responds, finally standing up to meet Steve face to face.

“Listen man, she’s coming with me, alright? Now get out of my face.” Steve threatens and you’re quick to jump to your feet now.

“Or what pretty boy?” The stranger smirks, shoving Steve back before you could get between them.

“Steve, don’t!” You warn, as his fist connects with the mans jaw, knocking him to the ground.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” You yell at your best friend but he’s too focused on the impending retaliation to hear you. But just as the tattooed stranger tries to take a swing at Steve, his arm is dragged back by the security guard who had witnessed the whole altercation, deciding enough was enough,

“You three, you’re out of here now!” He demands, getting in the middle of the two males who had been fighting over you.

“He fucking suckered me, dude!” The other boy argues, holding his jaw but the security guard just laughs, ignoring his pleas. “You shoved me first, pal.” Steve replies smugly as you’re all led to the exit.

You don’t even try to defend yourself or make an argument as to why you should be left stay to watch the concert, deciding that going back to the motel was probably for the best, the night had already been ruined for you long ago and you just wanted to be alone.

“Hey, where are you going now?” Steve shouts after you, following you back towards the direction of the motel.

“Just go away Steve, haven’t you already caused enough trouble for one day?” You fire at him.

“Look, I’m sorry, I know I’ve been a jerk but I really need to talk to you.”

“I already told you, I don’t have anything left to say, so just leave me alone.” You beg but Steve shakes his head, catching up to you.

“I can’t do that.” He says as you roll your eyes trying to pass him but he gets in your way again. He was never going to let you walk back to the motel alone in the dark. Not when you were both well aware that things do in fact, go bump in the night.

“Steve, why can’t you just–"

“Look, I know you hate me right now and trust me, I really hate me too. But I just need to know one thing, please? Fuck, I’ll even switch with Robin so you don’t have to share a room with me, alright?” He bargains, as you finally give in. The prospect of not having to share a bed with him being too much to turn down.

What? What do you want to know, Steve?” You question, folding your arms as he takes a deep breath before placing his hands on his hips.

“I want to know what you were going to say before Eddie knocked on the door earlier."

"What are you talking about?" You say, eyes widening in panic as Steve lets out a breath, pleading with you to be honest.

“You know what I'm talking about."

"No, I..."

"When we were arguing and I brought up Hargrove, you said you were only with him because I was still getting–?" He questions softly as you shake your head, looking anywhere but at him.

"I don't remember."

"Honey, please just–"

“I don’t remember Steve! So just drop it, ok?” You interrupt, starting to walk away as you hear his voice calling behind you.

“Because I was still getting over Nancy?” He asks, as your whole body freezes.

How did he know?

When you turn back to face him, he’s still standing there, staring at you, waiting for you to say something. Anything.

“You really are full of yourself, you know that?” You reply, voice trembling as he begins to close the space between you and you're not sure how much longer you can keep this up.

“If that's not what you were going to say, then tell me?" .

"Why does it matter?" You question, raising a frustrated brow at him, not understanding why he couldn't just let it go.

"Because I need to know–"

"Need to know what Steve? If I had a crush on you three years ago? Fine, ok, yes, I had a crush on you. Who fucking didn't? You were the most popular guy in school! And yeah, I did go out with Billy because I knew you were still getting over Nancy but you know what? I actually liked Billy. He was different with me but he just couldn't stand me being friends with you. He kept saying that I had feelings for you, that what I felt for you was more than a friendship and so he made me choose: him or you.…and I picked you.” You reveal, tears beginning to fall from your eyes as you finally decide to be honest with your best friend. “Cause all this time, Billy fucking Hargrove was right. I did have feelings for you, even if it took me almost losing you that night on the lake to figure it out." You cry, finally feeling a huge weight lifting from your chest and for the first time in months, you could breathe again.

Steve was frozen, pink lips pursed as he put a hand through his hair, heart aching at your admission and how much it was killing him to see you so upset. He wishes he hadn't been so stupid, hadn't been so afraid of losing you and just told you the truth when he had the chance. You’d never told him or anyone else why you and Billy broke up, always keeping it to yourself and he was more than a little shocked to realise it was because of him.

Because you chose him.

“I..I didn’t know I was the reason you guys broke up.” He confessed, a sorrowful look on his face. “M’sorry.”

“Forget about it, it was a long time ago.” You shrugged coldly, hoping this would be the end of the conversation.

"I can't believe you picked me." He whispers as you let out a sarcastic huff, lifting your head to look at him.

"And I can't believe you picked Tracy."

You fire back, turning on your heels to walk towards your motel room, heartbroken, tired of arguing with him, tired of wanting him, tired of loving him and just as you were about to close the door, Steve’s hand stops you from shutting it, from shutting him out, a hurt look in his eyes as he stares at you silently for a moment before speaking.

"You think I picked Tracy over you?" Steve asks with sadness and anger in his voice as you wipe your tears, resting your head on the side of the door.

“Steve, I told you what you wanted to know. Please just-”

“No! You can't actually think I'd pick her over you?” Steve quizzes again, brows knitted together, voice more stern than the last time he asked.

“Why not? You wouldn’t be the first one.” You reply, referring to your old High School ex boyfriend Matt and Steve scoffs bitterly, hurt at the comparison.

“I can’t believe you could even think that, after everything we’ve been through, you know me better than that!”

“No Steve, I thought I knew you better than that! I thought we were best friends and that you would never ever hurt me but then you went and slept with her!” You fume, shoving him backwards as he grabs your arms gently but sternly, holding you in place. Finally letting himself inside, closing the door with the back of his foot.

“I didn’t, I didn’t sleep with Tracy!” He growls back at you, frustration apparent in his voice as you sneer at him, well aware of the notches on his bedpost. "Oh please, how stupid do you think I am, Steve?"

"I'm telling you the truth!” He snaps, as you get in his face. "Cause you've been so good at that lately, huh Harrington?" You reply, a harsh tone in your voice, refusing to back down.

"Jesus Christ, will you just listen to me for one god damn minute? I haven’t had sex with her alright? I couldn't."

"And why is that Steve? Did you realise she's a fucking–"

"Because of you!” Steve interrupts loudly, silencing you. "Because I'm in love with you! Because for the past three years since that night you answered Henderson’s door, it’s only been you.” He finally confesses, cupping your face, begging you to believe him as you see the sincerity written all over his face.

“Honey, do you really think if I had known that you had feelings for me– if I thought that me and you being together was even a possibility, that I’d be seeing anybody else?” He questions, as you stare silently at him, heart beating out of your chest as he looks into your eyes. His lips ghosting over your own as you try to catch your breath.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" You manage to ask as he shakes his head and smiles.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He retorts before cupping your face again, taking a deep breath. "I tried to, so many times. But every time I got close to it, I just...got scared." He admits, as you stare at him confused.

"Scared of what?"

"Of you not feeling the same way, of ruining our friendship, of us not working out... I was just scared of losing you." He mutters, lowering his head as you grab his face, forcing him to look at you.

"That would never happen, Steve."

"But it almost did! And it's my fault because I decided to be an asshole and date someone else instead of just telling you that I love–" You cut him off, placing your lips on his to stop him from talking but before Steve could even fathom what was happening, you broke the kiss again, resting your forehead on his.

"I love you too, Steve." You whisper, as he pulls you in for another kiss.

There were no words left to say, you’d said them all.

Two hours later, after the concert, Robin and Eddie decided to head back to the motel, having long given up on their search for you and Steve at the venue.

“What if she’s killed him Eddie? What if they’re fighting so bad that none of us can hang out anymore? What if we have to meet up with them at different times because they can’t stand being around each other? What about the kids?” Robin panics as Eddie laughs, rolling his eyes as he knocks on your motel room door.

After a few seconds, when the door remains unanswered, Robin begins to walk towards her own room, anxiety getting the better of her as Eddie continues to wrap on the door resiliently.

“Will someone open the god damn door before Buckley files a missing persons report?” The metal head pleads for his own sanity as he finally hears shuffling on the other side of the door.

His eyes light up and a shit eating grin spreads across his face as Steve finally answers the door, shirtless flushed and struggling to zip up his Levi’s.

“Sorry Munson, we were just, uh…sleeping.” Steve lies even though he knows it’s pointless. He can hear you giggling under the covers as Eddie notices your underwear on the floor behind Steve.

“Atta boy Harrington, I knew you had it in you.” Eddie winks. “I’ll leave you lovebirds get back to sleep. Don’t snore too loud, we’re in the next room.” He subtly teases as Steve smirks, quickly closing the door to join you in bed again.

“Did I hear Steve? Are they ok?” Robin asks, as Eddie enters their room smiling.

“Oh yeah, they’re fine. By the way, you owe me fifty bucks Buckley.”

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vibratingskull · 8 months

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Hello hello! I have another request if you don’t mind.

Could you do a single dad Thrawn & female!child!reader? headcannons or a story I don’t mind! If you want to do a story an idea could be that maybe reader had a pet snake and the snake passed away and Thrawn if telling them about the life cycle and helping get over her loss?

Or another good idea is that she hurt herself (idk maybe she fell down or something) and he’s conforming her? I’m in a need for some Thrawn comfort rn 😓

Please have a good day!

Aaaaaaaaaw ❤️ Dad Thrawn is best Thrawn. Here you go, soft dad Thrawn comforting you his daughter

I hope you'll feel better soon ❤️

Thrawn & Daughter!reader

Thrawn opens his eyes immediately hearing your sniffs, well awake in a second, he knows something is wrong.

“Visahot? Is something wrong?” He raises on his elbow, his red eyes shining in the dark of the room.

Your red eyes shine less, a testimony of your headspace right now. You sob and rub your eyes full of tears, gasping to breath.

“Its… It’s… Its Cheple… He doesn't move anymore…” You manage to say between gasp.

“I am coming.”

Thrawn stands on his feet, taking your little hand and walking to your room on the Chimaera. He never gets mad at you for being awake at night, he works on the assumption that you have a good reason even if you’re just reading past your bedtime. He will chastise you gently and sit on the bed to read you a final story then tuck you to bed.

But tonight you don’t seem to want a fairy tale.

He approaches the nest of plaids and clothes in the middle of your room, where Cheple, your pet serpent likes to curl up and sleep.

“I… Hic… I wanted to hug him but he didn’t move at all…” You explain.

He kneels next to the nest, observing silently the corpse of your snake. He delicately takes the head in his palms but Cheple is soft and dangles without reaction.

Poor little creature.

“What’s wrong with him?” You look at your dad with eyes full of hopes.

Dad knows so much, dad can do so much, surely he can help! But he turns to you and shakes his head, holding your hand.

“Visahot, there is nothing else to do.”

“Why? Why doesn’t he move.”

“He is dead, my darling.”

You look at him shocked and mouth agape.

“He…? No! No, you’re lying!” You burst into tears.

Thrawn pulls you into a hug, holding you tight against his beating heart. You cry like you nver cried. Cheple was your oldest friend with your dad, you know no other kids on this planet but found Cheple as an egg years ago. Your little heart immediately melted for the abandoned egg, all alone in the nest and you took it back to the Chimaera, proudly showing him off to your dad. He helped you built a nest under a heating lamp and one day, the eggshell cracked and you witnessed Cheple first shy steps into the world.

You were inseparable, attached by the hips you run all over the Chimaera with Cheple circling your shoulders.

But tonight…

“I am so sorry, my darling.” Thrawn tries to soothe you, caressing your head and back.

“So that means I will never see him again?!” You cry.

“No my darling, you will not.” He admits gently.

“But I don’t wanna! I want him! Why can’t you do something?!”

“Visahot.” He parts from you, holding your shoulders in his large hands, “There are some things we cannot change, whatever we try or no matter our effort. I would do something if I could ease your pain, but life and death are beyond anyone’s power.”

“But…But…” You sob uncontrollably.

“He left because it was his time. We both knew he was getting old, we saw the signs. What matters is the love you gave him all his life.” He tilts your head delicately. “He is in a better place now.”

“My bedroom wasn’t good enough for him?” You let your tears flow.

“It was more than enough. He always liked to curl up and hide in this room specifically because he felt safe here. You built him a great nest that he appropriated for himself and tonight he chose to die where he felt the safest, in your bedroom, next to you.”

“Why…?”

“Because you signified safety and warmth for him. He was so small he could have been devoured by anything, but you were always here to protect him from anything and he untrusted you for his final moments.”

“But I don’t want him to go away…”

“We cannot control that, my darling. Sometimes death comes at your door to rob you of your loved ones, tonight she came for Cheple while he was peacefully asleep. He left while dreaming, without any pain or worry because he was at ease with you, he felt loved and protected with you.”

You sniff, wiping your tears off your cheek.

“You remember when he felt ill for the first time?” Thrawn continues, “You dedicated all of your time to take care of him and for the first time he came to sleep with you in your bed. He saw you as his savior and benefactor.” He brushes your cheek with his thumb, “You gave him a life filled with adventure and love, and you can be sure the memories he brought with him are filled with your smiles.”

“But why tonight? Coudldn’t he have waited again a little?”

“No, my darling. He was an old snake you know, and that is the best thing that could have happened to him : getting old at your side.”

“So he didn’t leave because he didn’t love me anymore?”

“No, quite the contrary. He came to the person he was the closest to live his final moment because you comfort him and give him so much love.”

“It hurts, dad…” you lower your head.

“I know, Visahot, I know.” He presses your foreheads together, “But it is part of life, the best we can do is enjoy the ones we love to the fullest while they are here. Do you understand?” He asks softly.

“... Yes.”

“That’s my girl.” He kisses your forehead with so much love, “Are you alright?”

“No, my heart hurt really bad.” You complain.”And my stomach feels empty.”

“It is perfectly normal. It is because you loved him so much, it will hurt for some time but one day you will be able to think back fondly about him and only feel your love for him filling your heart.”

“For how long?”

“For one month or maybe one year. It depends on the heart.”

“I am sad, dad.”

“Of course you are, my darling. And I am sad for you. Do you want to sleep with me tonight? We will bury him properly tomorrow morning.”

You tiredly nod and snuggle against your dad, burying your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent. He lifts you up and carries you back to his bedroom where he lays you down gently, sliding next to you and holds you close.

You keep crying for a moment until you fall asleep, exhausted. Thrawn didn’t stop cradling you against his heart, holding you as close as possible.

His dear little girl… He will arm you to fight life, to win everytime, but tonight, only time can help such a wound. So he keeps you close, giving you his full support and love, ready to face the harsh reality together tomorrow. But tonight, you’ll sleep soundly in his arms.

In security.

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jungkookjeon0007 · 2 months

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Nights in Vegas | CH. 7 (JJK FF)

☆ summary: When Olivia flies to Las Vegas for her first ever BTS concert w/ her best friend, she was expecting to make lots of unforgettable memories... What she wasn't expecting was to end up with the lead singer, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on her hotel room door only to find her in nothing but a towel. What will happen when the golden maknae wants to see her again? Will it lead to heartbreak, or a promising future for them both?

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x olivia.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, angst, fluff.

☆ word count: 1.54k.

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As his lips touched mine, it was like an electric shock travelled throughout my entire body.

He then slowly pulled away, searching my face for a reaction. I smiled, running my fingers through his hair as he smiled sweetly and grabbed my face. He caressed my cheek with his thumb before speaking, "That was incredible... Can-can we do it again?"

I nodded as he leaned back in for another kiss, instantly taking my breath away.

After a few more kisses, Jungkook grew braver and licked my bottom lip as I laced my fingers in his hair. I let out a soft sigh of contentment, in which he took as an opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. I accepted the gesture and immediately took the lead until he got the hang of it. His hands began to wonder over my body and eventually, he rested them on my waist pulling me closer. In a deep out of breath voice, he asked, "Is all of this okay?"

I smiled. "It's definitely more than okay."

"Good." He stated with a smile before leaning back in for more kisses.

I had to remember to control my wants and desires, also reminding myself several times that all of this is new to him. We really need to take our time and take everything slowly, I don't want him to end up feeling overwhelmed. With this in mind, I gently pulled away. "Jungkook, I think we need to calm down just a tad. You've never done anything like this before and I really want you to go at a pace that's comfortable for you. I'm not going anywhere, we have all the time in the world and I'll be right here with you whenever you want me."

He looked at me while leaning in and lovingly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "You're absolutely right. We need to take this slow and not rush anything...However, I do need you to know that I am more than willing and ready to go further when you think the time is right."

I stood up from his lap, taking a seat beside him on the bed with a smile, "I think slow is best for now, but we will see how things go within the next few days."

He smiled then suddenly appeared to be in deep thought, staring blankly into space, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, I am just so happy and taking everything in."

"I'm glad you're so happy, I am too and can't believe this is all happening. I have only told Lacie this, but I fear at any moment I will wake up and this will all have been just a dream."

He chuckled but suddenly became serious within a matter of seconds, "I want nothing more than to spend these next two weeks with you. Would you like to occasionally stay with me in my room? If not that's totally okay, I just want to let you know that the offer is on the table and it doesn't have to be sexual, I just truly enjoy your company."

"Absolutely, I would really love that." We smiled at each other and sat in the silence before I broke it. "I really want to get out of this tight outfit, do you happen to have a shirt I can borrow?"

"Yes." He went to his dresser and pulled out a baggy shirt, throwing it to me."There you go, you're more than welcome to wear my shirts anytime."

"Thank you, I'm going to the bathroom to change. But before I do, where are we going to sleep?"

"The bed has plenty of space, we can share it for the night if you're comfortable with that."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

A few minutes of freshening up and getting changed in the bathroom, I came out with my hair in a pony tail. He stared at me as I climbed into bed and got underneath the blankets. When I turned to look at him, he looked very nervous, "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little bit nervous. I'll be okay though, this is just the first time I've ever had a girl in my bed."

"I understand, just relax and take a deep breath. All we're going to be doing is sleeping, okay?" I sent him a soft smile as he nodded.

He went to get some night clothes to change into then went into the bathroom. When he came out, he was dressed in a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants (which were my weakness).

He didn't say a word as he walked over to the bed and pulled back the blankets, getting in behind me. He scooted close and pulled me towards him so his arm was around my waist. I could feel his breathing in my ear and could smell his wonderful scent. With nothing else left to say, we snuggled deep within the covers together.

He whispered in my ear, "Goodnight Olivia."

I smiled, "Goodnight Jungkook."

He placed a kiss on the back of my head, cuddling up close and within minutes we were both sound asleep.

. . .

[Jungkook's POV]

I woke up this morning toOlivia lying on my chest, peacefully sleeping. I moved a piece of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, looking at her.

How can someone be so beautiful?

I laid still, daring myself to move and wake her up. I was enjoying this too much to ruin it by getting up to go to the bathroom.

I laid like this for another 45 minutes before she began waking up. She moved around, rolling onto her back and stretching as her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at the ceiling until her eyes slowly met mine and a warm smile spread across her face.

"Good morning beautiful, did you sleep well?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yes I did. That was the best nights sleep I've had in such a long time and I enjoyed you holding me." She blushed and I thought my heart was going to burst from my chest.

"I feel the same way. Usually I am alone when I go to bed, unless one of the members fall asleep in my room or vise versa. That's mostly due to us being too tired from practices to make it to our own beds."

She giggled, sitting up to grab her phone off the bedside table. "Omg, is it really 10 am already? We've slept most of the morning away!" She broke out into a fit of laughter, and I couldn't help but to laugh with her.

Once the laughter died down, I stared at her for a second debating on whether to say what was on my mind or not. Eventually deciding to go for it, I laid it all out on the table. "Liv? I just wanted to tell you that I wouldn't change anything about last night and how late we were up. It was honestly one of the best nights of my life hands down."

"I enjoyed everything about last night too. I feel like you really get me and we get along very well. You're absolutely wonderful and I want to thank you for the past 24 hours Jungkook, it's been a time that I will definitely never forget."

I smiled at her, wrapping her back in my arms under the blankets as we began to talk about what we were going to do today.

"I'm actually free tonight if you'd like to do something. The managers want us to be able to get a bit of a break before all the concerts start back up. In Korea, we are used to going all day long non stop... but when we are in the states, we get to relax a lot more, it's really nice." She listened to me so attentively.

"I bet you are happy to have a bit of a break every now and again, I know you and the members work hard and I want you to know first hand how truly appreciated you are to your fans."

"Thank you, we work hard because we love what we do and we don't want to let ARMY down."

She grabbed my face with both of her hands, "I want you to know that you will never be just Jungkook of BTS to me. You will now and forever be my Kookie."

She gave me a loving smile as I closed my eyes, leaning into her more. I never want to leave this bed...

We continued to be lazy and lay together under the blankets for a bit longer, until we decided to get up and get ready for the day. She had to go down to her room in order to get showered and I am going to meet her back at her room at 12 pm to pick her up for lunch.

I walked her to the door and before she could leave I grabbed her wrist, pulling her to me, "Is it okay if I have a kiss before you leave?"

Running her fingers through my hair she responded, "Of course, you don't even need to ask."

She stood on her tippy toes, crashing her soft lips onto mine.

We pulled away from each other, exchanging a hug before she left. After shutting the door, I leaned against it replaying last night throughout my head. I was falling for this girl and falling hard and I was not letting her slip away.

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You cheer from up close Nishinoya during a match headcanon

Nishinoya X reader

Warnings : none (oh, but I didn't proofread)

It was *that* match against Inarizaki & you knew you had to go down near Yachi & Kiyoko. Nishinoya was surely feeling pressured from being targeted for the first time.

You made your way down to where Yachi was. "Nishinoya Yuū!! Remember when you were scared to ask me out? How did you do it??" Nishinoya turned around. "I did it scared!" Escaped his lips. "Exactly! If the ball scares you then it hit it being scared!" Nishinoya looked at his teammates. "Grandfather was right! If I'm still scared then I ask for help. But sometimes I can do it myself being scared!!"

You smiled at him & he smiled back. "Remember how you fumbled & beat around the bush & asked with your face half looking down? You were scared but you still asked me. I said yes because you asked!!"

"You'd never say yes if I didn't ask! There is no hope if I don't move but little hope if I do! I LOVE YOU Y/N!" "I LOVE YOU TOO!!"

"Thank you for coming" Yachi smiled at you. "This will probably come on national television & I'll have to introduce him to my parents before we graduate high school but oh well." Nishinoya who was approaching you for a quick good luck kiss winked at you both saying "That's my girlfriend <3" You sent a flying kiss & started going back up saying "I'll see you later when you win the match :)"

"Looks like Karasuno's libero got the best motivation ever!" "We forget the players are still high school kids, ah young love!" The commentators added.

*time skip*

You went down to help Kiyoko & Yachi after the match was over. Nishinoya was making way towards the bench to sleep when he saw you. And he flopped into your arms while trying to hug you & greet you. "Sleepy baby" you giggled & kissed his temple as his eyes were drooping.

Sugawara saw you & giggled before helping you support his weight. Both of you dragged noya to the bench & you put his head in your lap as he drifted off to sleep.

You always carried a small blanket to matches knowing your boyfriend was a sleepyhead. This time too, you pulled it out & covered him & stroked his head. "You've done well love. I'm proud of you." You whispered into his ear.

*later that night*

The match highlights were on. Asahi & Sugawara were cringing at themselves. Hinata was all excited. Kageyama & Tsukishima groaned when Nishinoya came on screen. Of course they had to broadcast that scene of you trying to encourage your own boyfriend. It was a clip of you both conversing but the "I love you's" were the only audible dialogue luckily.

Later that night you were with Nishinoya for a bit before bedtime. "Thank you today Y/N... I should be a better boyfriend by not getting flustered when you are in the stands..." "I know, noya. You're worried people will blame me for distracting you if the team loses, right?" "People judge harshly, Y/N. I don't want you to be blamed for our mistakes." "I couldn't care less what people say & I don't bother if you win or lose. I just like it when your happy. And you're happy playing on the court." Both of you were holding hands but Nishinoya removed his.

You moved closer making your lips touch to initiate a kiss. It was very sweet & gentle. Your hands in his fluffy hair. His hands on your shoulders. You heard a slight sound so you pulled back. Normally Nishinoya wouldn't care of someone saw you both making out even, but he didn't want to do anything today. Especially with 2 teachers in the house.

You tucked him in bed, saying "Sleep tight Noya. You've worked hard all day." "Come to see us even tomorrow Y/N, love." "I will. Good night now <3" "Aren't you forgetting something??" "I was about to give your good night kiss omg you're such a baby!" "Yes I am. But YOUR baby!" He winked

"You better win many matches before heading home, because you'll have to meet my parents after we got exposed on TV"you laughed before kissing his forehead & nose & walking back to your room.

#nishinoya headcanons #haikyuu nishinoya #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu anime #haikyū!!#anime #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya yū #Nishinoya fanfiction

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cryley · 1 year

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Petrichor - Part 4

matty healy x reader (fluff) word count: 2.7k warnings: mentions of alcohol and cigarettes A/N: (moved from @cryley-fics where it was originally posted) Hello world! ♡ I am super excited for everyone to continue this mini-series. The part after this one will unfortunately be the last part, but I hope you all will enjoy it. Really loving the slow-burn vibes I have going on. Debating on whether or not to have a sequel after this one? Who knows ♡ ▹ masterlist ▹ part 1 ▹ part 2 ▹ part 3 ▹ part 4 ▹ part 5

My eyes fluttered open as my head pounded at my temples.

“Good morning Y/N.”

His voice was low and rough.

I was still curled up in the same position I fell asleep in. My arm was wrapped around his waist and my head was tucked into the nape of his neck. I noticed that our legs were intertwined and he was holding me close.

I smiled half asleep and hid my face in his neck, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Mhm.”

His thumb brushed back and forth over my temple to try and soothe my already worsening headache.

“Are you not hungover?”

“I hardly ever get hungover anymore,” he chuckled softly, “I guess it’s one of the few benefits of being constantly fucked up in my 20s.”

I nuzzled a little further into his neck taking in his scent. He was so warm and comforting. I could feel his heartbeat speed up a bit as I got closer.

“Would you like some breakfast? Some tea may help your hangover.”

“That would be absolutely amazing,” I mumbled through a smile.

I was confident that hot tea would definitely help my hangover, but I really didn’t want him to leave the bed.

“You’ll have to let me go in order for me to call room service.” His arms wrapped around me a bit tighter as he chuckled.

I groaned before eventually rolling off of him. I immediately felt cold without his touch.

He smiled and ran his fingers through his loose curls. God, I could study him for hours. The covers slid off of his bare torso as he began to make his way to the phone. My heartbeat deepened after only remembering now that he wasn’t wearing any pants. His tight black boxer briefs hugged him perfectly.

I reached over to grab my phone as he fumbled through the hotel booklets.

10:00 am

I navigated to my photos to select a few favourites from the show last night. I didn’t take many, as I was too focused on singing along and dancing, but I managed to grab a few good shots.

“Anything good?” Matty sat down on the bed next to me peering over at my phone.

“A couple. Helped to have a good view of the stage.” I smiled, “Thank you again, Matty, for yesterday.”

“You don’t need to thank me all the time, Y/N.” He stood back up and shuffled his feet over to his folded pile of clothes.

He pulled his pants on, but the shirt remained on the dressing table.

“What do you guys have planned today?”

“We have the day off, so probably a nice dinner with everyone, and sometimes I explore shops around the city during the day.” He grabbed his phone from the end table and chuckled.

“What’s funny?” I raised my eyebrow.

He turned his phone to face me.

On the home screen, I could see message notifications from what seemed to be a group chat.

Ross

Well I guess Matty ended up staying with Y/N last night.

George

I told you Hann

Hann

Yeah yeah

I blushed and smiled.

“Would you like to explore with me today?” He sat back down next to me and sat cross-legged to face me.

A smile crept up to my face. I can’t believe he wants to spend more time with me.

“I know the area decently well. There’s a good record store somewhat close to here next to a nice park. I guess tagging along could be to your benefit.” I smiled and sat up to face him.

His squinted eyes formed wrinkles at the side of his face as he smiled, “Perfect.”

His hand reached out to grab mine. Our fingers were soon enough interlaced in one another’s.

“Y/N…” his voice trailed off.

My eyes stared into his. It was hard to believe that I completely forgot about my crippling headache while in his company. He made all of my thoughts disappear. I pictured him crawling into my brain and shaking it around like an etch-a-sketch.

His voice crackled slightly, “After we finish the tour, would you join me in London for a date?”

I had to muster all of the power left in me to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor.

“Matty, I would love to, but I don’t know if the plane tickets-“

“Don’t worry about those,” he cut me off, “I’ll book the flight.”

I closed my eyes and sighed. I didn’t like the idea of him buying me an expensive flight, but I know he wouldn’t let me refuse just because of that. “There’s nothing I would love more than a date with you.”

His thumb rubbed softly on the side of my hand. My eyes darted up to meet his. His beautiful brown eyes were illuminated and complimented with his lips curled into a sweet smile.

A sudden knock sounded on the door.

“That must be our tea.”

Matty stood up from the bed leaving my hand lonely once again.

He soon returned with a large tray in hand. He carefully placed the tray on the table in the corner of the room before choosing a seat for him to settle into.

He gestured for me to come over and join him as he began to pour two cups of hot water from the provided kettle, “After this would you like to give me a tour of the spots you mentioned earlier?”

I nodded and made my way over to the table. My head started to pound now that I was standing up. I carefully sat down at the table as my eyes scanned the array of different tea choices.

“If you want a change of clothes, your bag of merch should be with my things on the bus or you can take your pick of my sweaters.” Matty winked in my direction as he buttered a piece of toast.

“Sure. We could head there after we finish eating.”

I grabbed a random bag of black tea to submerge in my cup.

“You know,” He sipped his tea, “you looked gorgeous last night. I don’t remember if I told you.”

My face started to get hot. I couldn’t decide if it was the heat from my drink, the compliment, or both.

“I mean you’re also gorgeous just like this too.” He stumbled his words a bit.

“It’s okay,” I chuckled as I grabbed a croissant, “I know what you mean. Thank you, Matty. You’re not too bad yourself.”

He shook his head but looked to be secretly giving a smug grin.

The conversation flowed gracefully through different topics as we ate our array of baked goods, fruit, and tea. My looming headache started to weaken. I was surprised by how much he made me giggle uncontrollably. I wasn’t surprised that he looked to be happy that I found him funny.

“Ready to go?” a mess of brown curls peeked into the bathroom doorway.

I turned off the faucet, “I’m ready.”

He opened the door, ushering me ahead of him, and closed the room behind.

Exiting the lift, we made our way over to where the buses were parked near the venue. It was still pretty cold and cloudy. Looked like rain again.

Matty shoved a cigarette between his lips. He let the smoke naturally fall out of his mouth as we walked. His natural pace was pretty fast, but I managed to keep up.

“Hey!” Matty protested as I placed the recently stolen cigarette between my lips.

“Not my fault that you keep your cigarettes out in the open for me to steal.”

His arms appeared from behind and wrapped around my waist squeezing as he lifted me off the ground. All I could do is laugh and try to keep the cigarette steady so it wouldn’t fall onto the pavement.

“It’s mine!” He laughed as he playfully spun me around.

My feet finally reunited with the ground and I passed the cigarette back to him. He winked, placing it back between his lips, but his left hand must have forgotten to let go of my waist.

Hand still on my waist, he led me towards the door of the bus.

“Oi, Lovebirds!” a low voice called from inside the bus, “Come here.”

Entering the bus, we were met with 4 familiar faces seated on couches opposite each other. The bus was surprisingly very clean. I had imagined their tour bus would have been trashed, but maybe that was just a more accurate vision of their earlier days as a band. The only clutter around appeared to just be a couple of dishes sitting in the sink of the small kitchenette.

“Do either of you need anything from the shop?” George peered up at us, taking a break from the screen of his laptop.

Matty shook his head no. I realized that he was still holding my waist. The boys also noticed.

“Nice to see you again Y/N” Jamie smiled, but his eyes met Matty’s instead of mine.

I blushed and fidgeted with the zipper of my hoodie.

“Hah Hah” Matty mocked the intermittent laughs around the room, “We just slept, so get over yourselves.”

Adam rolled his eyes, “Sure, mate. Whatever you say.” He pointed at Matty’s hand.

He shrugged and removed his hand. I wish he hadn't.

“I’m going to grab Y/N’s bag from the back and we are going exploring. She said she’d show me around before dinner.” He gestured for me to follow him as he headed back to what I assumed was the bunk area.

“You’re welcome to join us for dinner, Y/N.” Adam offered with a smile.��

The boys all loved joking with Matty, but I could tell when any of them spoke to me they were nothing but sweet and genuine.

“I would love that actually, thank you so much, Adam.”

I followed the mess of brown curls to a much smaller area that was void of boys. He reached into what I am assuming is his bunk and pulled out a familiar blue tote bag.

“This is yours. Not sure if you wanted a change of clothes, but I’m sure there are a lot of good choices in there.” He winked as he handed me the bag filled with the merch George gave me last night.

“Uh, yeah. Is there somewhere I can change really quick?” I visually searched in the bag for an idea.

He ushered me into a small bathroom off to the side for me to change into the first top I grabbed from the bag. I pulled a black 1975 crewneck on and stuffed my black tank top and jumper in the tote to replace it.

He looked to have changed clothes too. He was now wearing blue jeans and a black distressed sweater over a white undershirt. A cozy choice for a rainy cold day.

“Beautiful,” Matty smirked looking me up and down.

I held out my arms, “Yeah, I like the sweater a lot.”

“I wasn’t talking about the sweater, love.” He winked and bit a small portion of his lower lip.

Before I could even think about reacting to the comment he just made, I was pulled away and back out into the front of the bus. I tried to hide the redness of my face, but of course, I was unsuccessful.

“We’ll see you all later for dinner!” Matty waved at the others as he pulled me out of the bus with the other hand.

“Thank you all for inviting me! I’ll see you later.” I managed to blurt out while passing quickly by.

Once outside and a couple of meters away from the bus, Matty spun around to face me, “Ok. Where to first?”

“You sir can follow me now.” I took his hand in mine and started to pull him in the direction of the parking garage.

I couldn’t tell if the little eyebrow raise he did was because I was now the one pulling him around or because I called him sir.

The next 20 minutes were spent trying to convince him that I wasn’t THAT bad at driving. He seemed to enjoy playfully bickering with me during the short drive, but it was alright because I loved every second of being in his presence and was able to jokingly defend my skills.

I parked my small car in the lot next to the shops and proceeded to lead Matty by the hand. He smiled as I took the initiative to place his hand in mine. He seemed to enjoy being in my presence as well.

We walked into the small record store that I’d repeated many times during my late teenage years. Matty’s face seemed to light up as he scanned his surroundings. The store was very narrow with a row of record boxes on either side, but a unique thing about the store was the spiral staircase leading to a 2nd story of many more record aisles.

“Are you ready to lose me for an hour?” Matty chuckled as he immediately started searching through the box closest to him.

I smiled and rolled my eyes, matching his movements in the box opposite him, “It’s alright. I expected as much.”

He was very accurate with his guess because just under an hour later, we emerged from the store hand in hand. This time, Matty had a large tote hanging off his shoulder containing a couple of vinyls he had secured from the many boxes he sorted through.

“Where to now?” Matty pulled out a cigarette.

Before he could close the box, I stole one for myself, “I figured we could go to the park across the street and then stop back at my place before dinner. I need a shower before I go anywhere nice.”

“I would love to see your place!”

I nervously scanned my brain trying to recall the state my apartment was in before I left for the show. I’m pretty sure I remembered to clean it the night before.

We sat down at a nice bench under a grouping of trees. It was a large bench, but he sat as close to me as humanly possible leaving 75% of the bench empty.

“So,” I bumped my shoulder lightly into his, “Where are you taking me in London?”

“It’s a surprise.” He smirked behind the puff of smoke, “It might be a multi-day thing, so I guess prepare yourself for a long trip.”

“Oh?”

“Well, It depends on how well the date goes.” His smirk morphed into a larger cheeky smile.

I smiled and gave a small shake of my head, “Well Matty, you better get ready for the best date you’ve ever had.”

He flirtily raised his eyebrow. His deep brown eyes stared directly into mine as he leaned his face a bit closer. The closeness of his face to mine wasn’t something new, but I didn’t feel used to it yet. He was too good at this eye contact game. I felt like in the last two days of speaking to Matty, he hardly ever broke eye contact with me. There was an intense intimacy and sincerity to it.

We sat in silence for a bit studying each other. His curls were still a bit messy from last night. He didn’t seem to care at all. The deep brown eyes were accessorized with small pale blue bags underneath from his lack of sleep. Light stubble poked through his skin decorating his sharp jaw. The smoke from his cigarette swept across his face as a smile emerged on his lips. He was beautiful.

“Shall we go?” I regretfully broke the silence first.

He blinked his eyes as if to break himself out of a trance.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He smiled sweetly and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked back to my car.

#fluff #matty healy #matty healy fic #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #petrichor #matty fic #matty healy fanfic #the 1975 fic #my fics #ry.exe

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Feelings pt 4

Mark Estapa x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Masterlist

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Mark

She eventually fell asleep. It took a bit for her to calm down. After I sat her down on my bed, Ethan woke up and saw her condition and decided to give us some space. I think he’s next door with Luke, Mack, and Dylan. Once she could final get words out she told me two words that made me want to kick Will’s teeth in. “He cheated.” That’s all y/n had to say for my blood to boil. “A-am I not good enough? D-did I do something wrong? I-I actually thought he liked me. It’s all my fault Mark.” She sobbed. “Y/n please. I swear it wasn’t anything you did. Your the most gorgeous, kindest, and genuine girl I’ve ever met. I can’t believe that asshole could have made you think it was your fault. Cause trust me it wasn’t you.” She looks up at me with glossy eyes and gives me the tightest hug I’ve ever received. “Mark, I really, really love you. Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry that we drifte-d. It was my fau-lt. I shouldn’t have trusted him.” She says those words and my thoughts ramble. “It wasn’t your fault. It was his. I would never blame you. I love you more than words can describe. I’m not going to let that fucker get away with treating you like this. I promise.” I hold her tight as her breathing relaxes. She falls asleep on my chest and I carefully move out from under her to make sure I don’t wake her. I need to talk to the guys. Because I don’t know if I can get through the night without beating Will’s ass.

When I walk into Dylan and Mackies dorm I’m met with all the boys sitting in silence. “Is she okay?” Luke ask first. “Honestly I don’t think so. She thinks it’s her fault. No matter what I do she won’t believe me.” I say in a defeated tone. “I just need y’all to talk me out of kicking his ass right now. If I go and find him, he’ll end up in the hospital I promise you.” Eddy grabs my shoulder and pulls me into another hug. This has to probably be the most hugs I’ve ever gotten. The rest of the guys follow and we end up in a group hug. “We know you care about her, Mark. I didn’t want to tell you this, because it honestly isn’t my place, but 2 weeks after orientation y/n confessed that she liked you sense you guys were 16. She swore me to secrecy, but I can’t hold it in anymore. Y’all deserve each other. I say you go get the girl.” What?!? She actually likes me? Like not as a friend. Damn now I feel really stupid. “I’m going to need some help confessing my feelings, boys. You guys in?” They all laughed and immediately said yes. We spent about an hour going over our plan. Once it’s all set in stone I thank them and I say my goodbyes. I have to get back to my girl.

I don’t want to wake her so I’ll opt to ask her about it in the morning. Right now she just needs to go east. I crawl into bed and grab y/n and tuck her under my arms. She still has swollen eyes from crying, but yet she’s still so beautiful. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll tell her that. And hopefully she’ll be mine.

Y/n

I wake up not knowing where I am. As I turn over I see a sleeping Mark clinging to my body. All the memories start to come back. Me walking into Will’s apartment, me leaving the apartment crying hysterically. Then me showing up here. I went to bed last night hoping it was all a dream. I was wrong. This is reality. My reality. The reality where I’m not good enough. I’m the second choice. It seems that this is a common feeling to me. I get up and find my phone just to be met with 14 missed messages from Will. I don’t even bother to look at them. He lost his right to talk to me when he screwed my roommate behind my back. He cheated. He cheated with my roommate too. I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to my dorm. How can I look her in the eyes? She snuck behind my back to get with my boyfriend. My thoughts are interrupted by Mark pulling me close. “Y/n go back to sleep. Let’s cuddle…please…” I agree and lay back down. His arms ingulf me and I lay my head on his chest. I feel safe here. I feel at peace. But mainly I feel at home. I never felt this way about Will. Only Mark.

It’s now 10 am and Mark and I are getting ready for the day. He gave me a pair of sweatpants and a Michigan crew neck to wear. He said he wants to take me somewhere to cheer me up. I guess we’ll see where he takes me.

He turns into an old parking lot and I look up and see a movie theater. But it’s not just any movie theater, it’s the old one we went to when we were kids. “Mark, I thought they closed down?” He grabs my hand and says,” They did. I just pulled a couple strings and now we have a free showing of your favorite movie.” My heart melts. He did this all for me? “Come on let’s get going”. I follow him into the cinema.

After about an hour and a half we are done with the movie and we are just sitting there staring at each other. “Can I tell you something?” Mark asks. I nod yes. “Y/n I know this is early, trust me I know. After what happened last night… I-I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I like you. And I don’t mean like you, I mean I LIKE you. Scratch that I think I love you. I probably sound like an idiot but-,” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He turns his head to deepen the kiss. I pull away to say,” Mark you’re not an idiot. I love you too. I have loved you since we were 16. Probably earlier if I’m being honest. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you didn't feel the same.” Mark cups my cheeks to say,” y/n how could I not feel the same. I mean look at you. You're the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. You can light up a room by just smiling. You’re the definition of perfection.” Then he places another kiss on my lips. We go back and forth explaining everything we love about the other, until he says,”So y/n, will you make me the happiest person in the world and be my girlfriend?” I look at the grin on his face and say,” Of course Stops. I would love to.” We kiss for one more time. Midway through the kiss we are interrupted by snickering. “You guys can come out now.” Mark announces. All of a sudden Ethan, Mackie, Luke, and Dylan all poked out from behind the movie screen. “Did y’all have something to do with this?” I ask. “Well who do you think set this up? Because spoiler alert it wasn't loverboy over there. Well he planned it, but It was us 4 smart human beings who put the plan in place.” Luke says. Me and Mark both giggle at that comment. “Well if this little make out sesh is over, I think we should all go and get lunch, I’m starving.” Duker announces. All of us laugh at Duker as he rushes out to the parking lot.

We ended up at this nearby diner. As we are walking in, something seems to set Mark and Eddy off. I turn to look at what they are starting at just to see Will and Mandy cuddled up in a booth together. Mark charges for Will. The guys try to stop them but they're no match for Mark when he’s pissed. “Ahh look who it is? How’s it going Mark?” Mark goes and grabs Will by his collar. “You listen here bud. You're lucky she’s here or I’d beat your ass right here right now especially after how you treated her. You and your new chick of the month will leave her alone, is that understood?” Will looks at me and laughs. That only causes Mark to pin Will up against the wall and get his fist and put I dangerously close to Will’s face. “O-ok man! Calm down! We will leave her alone I promise!” When Mark lets him go, Will runs straight out of the diner. While Mandy rushes right after him. “Sorry about that, I just had too.” He tells me. I nod. I understand where he’s coming from. Will did in fact treat me like shit. I know Mark isn’t a violent person at heart. I grab his hand and lead him to a booth. As we are all seated we talk about the most random things. Luke tells us embarrassing stories about his brothers Quinn and Jack, and a bit about Dylan too. Mackie tells us about his twin and how her hockey season is going, then Ethan talks about this girl he’s talking to. I can see the gleam in his eyes. He has fallen for her and it’s obvious. It's funny how I could see it in everyone but the one person I really wanted to, but that’s the mysterious part of life people warn you about. After we are all done eating we all gather back into the cars we can in and head back to the dorms. Me and Mark spend the rest of the night tangled in eachothers arms. Just walking Tv and talking about random things.

3 months later

Mark and I are doing amazing. He both are hopelessly in love with each other, and it’s great. The team ended up winning the big 10 championship, and heading to the frozen 4. They unfortunately didn’t end up on top, but I was still really proud of the boys. They fought hard. It was sad to see some of the guys leave, but it was worth it to see them play in the nhl. The last semester was nearing its end, and I felt like a changed person. I never would have guessed that I would have been this happy at the end of the year. I’m in a great relationship with my best friend, I have a great support system all around me, and I’m always happy. The one thing that’s still taking time to adjust to is living with the guys. After the whole Will thing went down, I basically moved in with Mark and Eddy for a month. We all chipped in to buy an apartment not too far from the campus. I got my own room even though I barely use it, I like feeling so welcomed. This is quite literally the best I’ve ever felt in my life. And the silly fact is all it took was for Marky and me to confess some feelings.

A/n: this is the last part but I will probably do bonus scenes in the future!! Hope you liked it!!!

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“Journey to the Past” - Ebenezer/OC

On one otherwise uneventful night, Ebenezer Scrooge is again whisked away from his bed. This time, he’s given a glimpse of his fiancée's past. Specifically, her wedding day with her ex-husband.

Rating: 16+ (mentions of physical and mental abuse, self-harm and assault - all done by a third party)

Fic below the cut! So, allons-y!

He wasn’t sure what spurred it on. Was it the intervention of Jacob Marley, or was something more cosmic at play?

Ebenezer Scrooge was at a loss.

All he knew was, a few hours before, he’d gone to sleep with his loving wife tucked safely in his side.

Now, he was standing in some kind of…chapel? A church? It was a building he didn’t recognize, that was about the only thing the man was sure of.

As the image coalesced more around him, he made out other details that only enhanced his confusion. For example, the seats of the hall were packed with people, all with unfamiliar faces. Their voices also pulled his attention, their accents distinctly foreign. Specifically, American.

“W-Where am…”

“Ah, we meet again, Scrooge.”

That voice. It was so distinct in cadence that he could never have forgotten it, even if he tried. He knew the identity behind it before he even saw the flicker of light that giant flame atop her wax-modeled body cast.

“You…” he started, turning to face the familiar face of the Ghost of Christmas past, still wearing the smirking form of Lottie Milligan from the Christmas Extravaganza flyers that had long since become outdated in his home realm.

He glanced down, noting that he was in his sleepwear and (thankfully) the green silk dressing gown he usually wore when moving about the house late in the evening. It was the same ensemble he’d worn when the spirit had last visited him on that fateful Christmas Eve many years ago.

“Did you miss me?” the Ghost of Christmas Past inquired, her tone as chipper as ever. “Well, I should hope not. Our last meeting wasn’t exactly whimsical for you, was it?”

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he silenced him with a finger to the lips. “Before you ask, no, you’re not being visited because of anything you’ve done wrong. Fear not! You are not in any danger of any nightmarish vision, painful memories or an eternity of potential damnation. Not today, good man, so rest easy!”

When she pulled her finger away, a blend of confusion and panic bloomed on his face. “T-Then, why have you visited me, and…where are we?”

“In the past!” she answered with her usual flair, even adding a little giggle at the end. “Obviously. I thought you got the memo the first time.”

He found the cheekiness even less cute than he had before.

“Certainly not my past,” he refuted, glancing around again at the unfamiliar chamber. Towering white walls, vases of lilies decorating the aisles, the faint thrum of organ music…none of this was familiar in any sense.

“No, not yours, but the past of someone you hold dear,” she explained.

“Who do you—”

A timid voice called his attention from the talking waxwork.

“E-Ebenezer?”

Standing a few feet away from him was his fiancée. Disoriented and woozy on her slippered feet, but his fiancée most definitely. He’d know her anywhere, and from any angle.

Constance, dressed in a flowing gown of white silk with a cobalt velvet sleeping jacket synched tightly around her frame, stared back at him with confused eyes. Her long, coppery hair flowed freely down her shoulders and back, unbounding ribbons or ties. “W-What is…Where are…”

Goodness, she was terrified.

Ebenezer ran to her and pulled her into a tight embrace, seeing the fear in her eyes and longing to assuage it as soon as possible. The tight hug seemed to help, as he felt her exhale and wrap her arms about him shakily.

“You’re okay,” he promised, his voice husky with emotion as he stared down into her wide eyes. “I’m here with you, okay? All is well, darling.”

“A-All is not well! What is happening?”

She continued to stare up at him, looking around occasionally to take in glances of their environment. After doing so, something about the setting spooked her to the point that she buried her face into Ebenezer’s chest.

“Constance?” he asked, hands smoothing her hair, trying to provide her with any sense of comfort he could.

“No, I can’t be here,” she whispered against the lapel of his robe, her breath hot and frantic upon his collar. “H-How do we leave?”

“Now, now, pet, it’s only a vision!” Past spoke up from afar. “A memory come to life. A dream. Nobody can hear or see you here, darling. We’re perfectly safe – meager spectators!”

He turned to glare at the spirit, his brown furrowed and mouth set in a tight line.

“Why have you brought us here in the first place? Why her?”

His arms tightened around her protectively.

“Oh, don’t panic, Scrooge,” Past said with a roll of the eyes. She approached the fearful woman, gently shoving Ebenezer from her embrace. “Off with you.”

“H-Hey!”

Softly, Past reached up and took Constance’s cheeks in her hands, cupping them softly. “My, my. So, this is your fiancée, hm? Curled hair, freckles, blue eyes…I say, you have a type, don’t you?”

Scrooge went red in the face, but Constance let out a puff of laughter.

“Let me guess,” she piped up, her fingertips rubbing the surface of the ghost’s hand experimentally, noting that her ‘skin’ had the exact texture of candle wax. “Isabel?”

“Ah, so you know about Lady No. 1,” Past teased, which only caused Ebenezer to huff and clear his throat loudly. “Marvelous! Would have been an awkward little rendezvous otherwise, hm?”

“Could you not—”

“My, you…really are…made of wax!” Constance observed, taking the ghost’s hand in hers and admiring it like the arm of a statue. “That’s incredible! But…impossible. Am I dreaming all this? I must be, right?”

Conveniently avoiding the question, Past smiled and twined their fingers, pulling Constance forward a few steps. The redhead followed clumsily, stumbling along the way. Thankfully, Scrooge was on her heels to help support her.

“Scrooge, you said this wasn’t your past, and you are correct!” Past said, sweeping her arm across the room. The action sent a wave of shimmering magic throughout the space. The floor became almost mercurial beneath the couple as the building around them seemed to populate with more and more details. The bundles of lilies sprouted ribbons, the individuals in the seats became to soften their voice. Somewhere in the distance, there was even the toll of a church bell, loud and crisp as cannon fire.

“T-Then whose—”

“It’s mine.”

He looked over to see Constance staring around the chapel, her chest heaving as she took deep breaths to calm herself.

With great effort, she shut her eyes and brought her hands to her chest, fingers clasped so tight that her knuckles turned the shade of baby powder. “We’re at East 10th and lower Broadway in Manhattan, aren’t we? Grace Church. This is…that church I was first married in.”

She turned to Ebenezer slowly. “Married to Orin.”

In a flash, the entire room seemed to spring to life before them. Vague shapes became newly crisp, warbling sound synthesized, and…two figures materialized at the altar.

A man and woman in white. One with inky hair and a diamond-cut face, and another with strawberry-blonde curls and a flush that couldn’t be dulled even by the cold, ivory shade of her gown.

Constance, age twenty. Orin, age twenty-two. Gods, they looked like children. So young. They held hands before the crowd, staring at each other with matching smiles.

Behind them, a deacon dressed in cords and cascading layers of traditional garb began to speak before the bustling room.

“Dearly beloved,” he began, his voice a reverberating tenor in the room. “We are gathered here today…”

Scrooge lurched forward and grabbed Past by the shoulder, forcing the spirit to face him. “Why are you showing this to us? To her? Do you not know how that damned, devil of a man treated her?”

The ghost turned a patient gaze upon the anger-filled man. “Now, now. Just because they can’t hear you doesn’t mean that you should shout!”

“The hell I won’t,” he said, voice dropping to a growl as he bent his head to meet her gaze. “Answer me! Why are we here?”

The ghost waited a beat before answering, peeling his fingers off her shoulder one by one.

“W-Were you also sent by—”

“Not this time,” she said. “Your old friend has nothing to do with this visit, old boy. No, this is merely a…follow-up, let’s say, to our last discussion. After all, you never got to experience a wedding in your past, did you? Blew that opportunity right out of the water.”

Scrooge huffed in guilt.

“Well, if all goes well, you will finally experience one in your future,” she said.

“Yes,” he replied, his tone almost stubborn. “This summer. August ninth.”

“Ah, it’s coming up! So, we probably both agree that it’s better if travesties from both your pasts don’t repeat themselves.”

That answer didn’t provide any of the clarity Scrooge sought. Huffing again, he wagged a finger at the spirit, his voice tolerance quickly waning.

“Now, look here—!”

His sentence was cut off by Constance’s voice rising above the hum of the crowd.

Not his fiancée’s, but the one belonging to her past self. A younger, but no less radiant, version of the woman he loved most ardently.

She looked so soft standing there in front of the tall, more hard-edged gentleman that she was about to become betrothed to. Meanwhile, Orin gazed upon her with an expression that Ebenezer struggled to read. He looked…composed. If he didn’t know anything about the abusive bastard the man was, hell, he might have even called him elegant.

“I remember this part…” his Constance said, her voice sounding deflated as she stared at the duo before them. “Our wedding vows.”

Past nudged the man with her elbow. “Perhaps you should be supporting her rather than giving me an earful, hm?”

He couldn’t even be offended. Scrooge went to Constance’s side immediately, hands upon her shoulders as she watched the memory play out before them.

“Orin, you’re everything I ever thought I couldn’t have in a husband,” the young bride began, “Tall, dark, very handsome. Like a knight from a storybook.”

Constance lurched in Ebenezer’s arms, screwing her eyes shut to try and block out the words.

Ebenezer knew how awful it was to face memories, especially the less glamourous ones. All he could do was hold her and squeeze her hand. “You’re okay, dear.”

She nodded, sinking further into Ebenezer’s body, as if she was trying to convince herself over and over that he was truly there with her.

The bride continued, “I don’t know how I managed to get so lucky. I know I’m eccentric and a bit of a talker, but…you accept those things about me. Not only do you accept them, but you love them! You make me feel so special and loved, even when others would turn and sneer.”

Orin smiled back at her and kissed her gloved hand gently.

“I love you, Orin, and I promise I’ll love you for the rest of our days together. No matter what challenges come our way, I’ll overcome them all! I’ll strive to make you happy.”

Seeing that his bride was crying, the groom produced a handkerchief and dabbed away her tears. Hearing the adoring coo of the distant, mercurial audience shifting in and out of perspective just beyond the altar only made him hold onto Constance tighter.

Once she had signaled with a nod that she was finished speaking, Orin cleared his throat and took her gloved hands in his, smooth fingertips finding delicate purchase in her satiny palms.

“I longed to discover a love like ours my whole life,” he began tenderly. “I never dreamed such a union could be mine, until the day that you accepted my request to court you. From there, my life became hurricane of surprises and laughter that I never anticipated….I never know what to expect for you, but that’s part of the fun.”

Scrooge’s brow pinched at the declaration. “The smarmy, disgusting, loathsome little…”

“He can’t hear you!” the ethereal candlestick reminded her irritated friend. He growled nonetheless, unable to contain the hatred he felt for the man.

The man before him, someone who looked like an Adonis of handsomeness, had been the reason Constance had left America.

The reason she’d lost a child.

The reason she’d almost taken her own life. The reason for the jagged scars that decorated her legs and wrists.

Now, to watch him cradle her face in his hands and whisper poetic words to her like some lovestruck prince, it made him almost physically ill. Yet, as horrible as he felt, he couldn’t even imagine what was going through the head.

“Constance, are you…?”

“I’m, um…” she started, her voice already weak despite haven spoken only a few words. Then, after a moment, she hastily moved a hand over her eyes, as if to wipe something away. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t need to—”

“It’s all in the past, after all!” she rushed to say, adding a laugh at the end to soften the abruptness. “W-What’s done is done. I can’t go back. Right?”

Scrooge sighed. He couldn’t argue with that logic.

Meanwhile, the illusionary couple before them continued on with the ceremony as planned. After wiping the bride’s tears, the groom continued to speak, pausing only a moment to slide a ring upon her finger. “With this ring, I swear my love to you.”

“Oh, Orin…”

Constance watched on, memories of the happiness she’d felt on her wedding day flooding back to her with each flicker of emotion across her twin’s face. The happiness had been so sweet, but so fleeting. On that day, their love had burned as brightly as the sun.

“As long as I live, my dear, you’ll never be alone. I’ll always be with you.”

After the vows concluded, the couple rejoined hands and waited for the end of the ceremony. The man in robes who stood between them nodded in recognition before addressing the rest of the crowd, likely asking if there was anyone in the audience that resented the union happening before them.

What Scrooge would have given to be in that audience. His younger self wouldn’t have had the guts to storm the altar, but now? He would have walked up there in his bloody dressing gown, taken her hand, and begged her to reconsider. Sod the humiliation and stares, he would have done anything if it would have possibly spared her the decades of torture she lived under Orin’s blood-caked thumb.

The rest of the priest’s words faded away after that statement. That last instruction seemed to echo through the space around him, the rest of the cathedral seeming to fall away piece by piece into a galactic abyss of colors.

Moments later, even the robed figure leading the ceremony had faded away. This left only the bride and groom. Drifting ever closer, she watched as Orin lifted her veil and pressed his lips to hers. Their first kiss as man and wife.

She heard her former self sigh in bliss, then giggle as he lifted her above his head and twirled her about, her white skirts swooshing around the ankles of her heeled shoes, her whole body moving almost effortlessly as he guided her back down to the safety of his arms, claiming her mouth again in a kiss that was so passionate that both Constance and Ebenezer blushed, although for entirely different reasons.

“Oooh, very nice!” Past cheered, clapping gaily as the last remnants of the happy memory faded into glittery dust. “Well, you’ve got quite the show to live up to, Scroogey-boy.”

He barely heard a word that the specter said, as his focus remained solely on Constance. She’d gone still and silent beside him, her head low but her shoulders steady.

Ebenezer rubbed his large hands up and down her shoulders, trying to provide some comfort in a way he knew words could not provide. This was not a situation where sentiments would suffice. After all, he was practically inconsolable after he’d lost Isabel. In that instance, she’d left him, and they’d both gone on to live their lives. She’d even prospered as a young woman, becoming a happy wife and mother to three children.

He couldn’t imagine living with someone, loving someone for nearly 20 years, all for it to mean nothing.

When she did dare to speak, her voice was stronger than one might have given her credit for.

“You know…for as horrible of a man as he ended up being, he did still give me a wonderful wedding,” she said. “Anything I asked for, he obliged willingly. It was really, really wonderful. For one day, our marriage felt beautifully real.”

Her eyed fluttered shut, and ghosts of tears rolled down her cheeks, outlining the slopes of her face with the trails of silvery, shooting stars.

“Ebenezer?”

He was before her in heartbeat, taking her hands into his. Twining their fingers, she squeezed them gingerly. Maker, she was freezing.

“Yes?”

Despite the memory she’d just confronted, she stared up at him with a smile. Her eyes radiated kindness, her cheeks flushed with life.

“I want our wedding to be perfect,” she whispered, breaking one hand free to stroke his face. “Actually perfect, not just an illusion.”

“Of course!” he agreed eagerly, his heart screaming the phrase even louder than his voice. “Anything you want.”

“I don’t want much,” she assured.

“What do you want?” he asked, lowering his head to meet her eyes. “I’ll find anything. I’ll give you anything you desire, Connie.”

She giggled, not in mockery, but in glee. “I don’t need flowers, a church, or even a dress or ring. I had all that, and it was lovely, but…I want the wedding you want.”

He blinked. “The one I want?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Because I had a wedding. Everything I shared with Orin…is in the past. I don’t want it back, and never will. I want to create brand new memories with you, Ebenezer.”

He choked back his shock, but the widening of his eyes still beckoned silent tears forth. “You’re too good to me.”

“You started it,” she teased, sniffling at her own tears threatened to rush forth. “Ohhh, don’t cry! I’ll cry too.”

He laughed and rubbed his eyes with his sleeve before hastily reconnecting their gazes. Eyes never faltering, he lowered himself onto one knee before her, staring up at her like the goddess he prized her as. “No. It’s not my wedding, Constance. It’s ours.”

She nodded and whimpered out a sound of agreement.

“I…don’t want much either,” he said.

“You must want something.”

“Someone,” he corrected, “Just you, Connie.”

Her lake-colored eyes practically glowed from their ethereal surroundings reflecting in them so perfectly.

“You don’t mean that,” she said, although even her tone was doubtful.

“Bloody hell, we’ll get married under a bridge for all I care. I want you. I want my ring on your finger, and I want us declared man and wife, and I want your name on every official document that crosses my desk.”

“Really—”

He continued to speak in a frantic haze, “I want your picture on my desk. I want your nightclothes in my wardrobe. Your perfume in my washroom. Your body next to mine, every night and every morning. Your children. If you’ll have them. If you’ll have me.”

Pearly tears hit his hands like raindrops from above. “Gods, Ebenezer…”

“That’s all I want, Constance,” he swore, pressing her hand to his robe-covered chest. His heart thundered beneath her fingers as proudly as a stallion’s. “The wedding is one day. I want you forever.”

The floodgates broke as she fell into his arms. He caught her and brought their teary faces together in a breathless kiss. Collapsing fully, Ebenezer used the leverage of his one elevated knee to support them as their kiss continued, his arms around her waist to rock her gently.

After what felt like the fastest eternity possible, they pulled away…and found themselves back in their bedroom. Back in the real world, in London, a sheet of stars glittering like pinholes amidst a cloudless swatch of navy night sky.

Neither of them had felt the floor fall beneath them or heard the magic of their fantasy dissolving around them. There was no thunder, lightning, fore or brimstone. No shadowy reapers or rattling chains.

Only the familiar smell of their washed bedroom linens and the sound of crickets, chirping a symphony in the city’s lamplit parks and ponds, greeted them once the trance broke.

The shock of returning to the real world hit them quickly, and they bounced out of each other’s embrace before scrambling back to each other.

“W-What…we’re…back?” Constance asked incredulously, turning to Ebenezer in disbelief.

The man, still stunned, nodded somewhat breathlessly. “I suppose so.”

A beat of silence passed before both rushed back into each other’s arms, squeezing the other for dear life.

“D-Did you really mean it all?” he asked, her voice slightly muffled by the silk of his robe.

“Every word,” he husked, turning his head to dot kisses along her wet cheek. “Every word. I’ll swear it again on our wedding day, and every day until then, and every day after that.”

Constance swooned before pulling him into another kiss, which he allowed himself to be pulled into with great vigor.

It took many more kisses before they were back in bed. Then many more kisses, gasps, moans and cries of bliss until both were in any shape for decent conversation again.

Hours later, as both laid nude and tangled in the bedsheets, the glow of a warm sunrise bathed their joined bodies in a heavenly aura.

As Constance traced her fingertips up and down the outlines of her lover’s furred chest, she paused and flattered her palm against his warm skin. It roamed a bit, shifting a few inches to the left and right, until it finally found what it sought; his heart.

Sure enough, it pounded resolutely beneath her fingertips, and she knew.

It hadn’t been a dream.

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