#so we’ll say she’s slightly older but he just pretends he’s the older brother anyways

[latinokaeya]

rr is so bad with timelines and ages literally would hazel not be 14 already by the time of son of neptune. am i the crazy one here

[shivada-jade]

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modern!au/idol!au

characters: aether, lumine mentions: venti, xiao, kazuha, barbara, azhdaha warning(s): swearing because lumine and aether are siblings

notes: i've been lACKING these idol au's so im gonna write more idol au's because i nEEED it

You were seven when you were introduced to the twins. Coming from a foreign land, you struggled with the language they spoke in, but they were patient with you and taught you their language and much more. The twins were multilingual and explained it was from their frequent traveling and relatives from different places.

You and the twins were close, but Lumine spent more time with you, making Aether whine a lot. He would always poke sticks at you and hide your legendary, full art Pokemon cards to catch both Lumine's and your attention. It does work, but Lumine's mad.

"Aether!" She'd scream with a lisp because of a missing tooth. "Stop doing that!"

Oh, but Aether is a sibling, meaning he'd play the 'innocent' card. "Stop doing what? What am I doing?"

In the end, you'd always have to call their parents when they fist fight at the sand pit. "Aether and Lumine's mom! They're fighting again!"

"Again?" The tall blonde sighed. "Thanks for telling me, hon."

After a good scolding, Aether and Lumine would be totally okay the next minute like nothing happened. You were used to their banter and rightfully took your Pokemon cards back. Lumine stuck a tongue out, blowing a raspberry at Aether when he turned his back, grabbing three large sticks.

"Fight me!" He cried with glee, giving one stick to his sister and one to you. "I will be the grand king of the sand pit!"

You vaguely remember the rest. Maybe you lost the 'sword duel,' or maybe you didn't, but what you did remember was this tall kid playing with his cat and eating the sand. Forget the kid, the only thing you remember is his cat's name called Azhdaha.

Your hands close your story book. You would never admit to your friends, but Lumine and Aether that you still read fantasy. The other kids in the neighbourhood would laugh saying what you were reading is a kid's story.

"So what if it's a kid's story? If you like it, read it," Lumine says aggressively while Aether opens the door for both of you.

"Lumi's right. They think they're all grown up, but they're kids too," he closes the door behind him, waving goodbye to your grandma rocking on the porch. "What's the story about anyway?"

You walk ahead, leading the two to a local mall. Every week, Aether, Lumine and yourself would spend Fridays and Saturdays together.

You and Lumine often joke how Aether doesn't do 'Saturdays are for the boys.' To which, Aether would scoff and reply with, "Boys who say that are stupid, not all but most. Saturdays are for spending time with people you care about. I don't care if they think I'm weak."

You step foot in the bus, tapping the card to pay for your admission. The twins, walk behind, doing the same and sitting next to you on the bus.

"It's called 'Songs of a Siren.' It's cool, you should check it out." You say, scooting a bit closer to the side so Lumine could have more pace to sit. The bus is packed. Teenagers littered inside, only a few adults were there including the bus driver. "Let's leave. Teenagers stink."

"...But you are one."

"Well-"

After the next stop, you push yourself through the crowd, trying to exit. Lumine pushes people, muttering a few 'excuse us' while dragging her brother. Your feet land on the concrete sidewalk and you finally breathe freely.

You see the twins finally get off the bus and tilt your head, "Let's go, the mall isn't gonna wait for us."

Entering the mall, the first thing you pass by is a clothes shop. You and Aether share a look, quietly doing rock-paper-scissors behind Lumine who's beaming to go inside.

Rock.

Aether chooses paper.

You droop to the floor because you're dramatic, knowing that once you go in the shop, you'll be the one carrying Lumine's purchases.

"Alright, Lumine," you say sighing. "Let's go shop."

You see Aether in your peripheral vision, pumping his fist laughing a quiet, "Yes!" when Lumine takes out her wallet.

"I know you did rock-paper-scissors." She counts the bills from her wallet, "But I'm buying for Aether which means even if you carry the things I buy, Aether's gonna have it much worse because he will be trying on everything I tell him to wear." She grins, settling with a black debit card.

After hearing this, Aether tries to walk in another shop to avoid dressing up for Lumine, but his sister quickly catches on and pulls him by the ear and walks in the clothes shop.

"Let's go!" She says to you, "These clothes won't shop themselves!"

...

"This one?"

"No, you look like grandpa in that outfit."

"Well what if I like looking like grandpa, huh? What are you gonna do about it?"

"Some people can pull off the sexy grandpa look. You're not 'some people.'" Lumine pulls out another outfit from the rack. "Try this one," she laughs, seeing Aether's horrified face and pushes him in the dressing area.

This is the ninth clothes shop you three go to, and you were starting to feel bad for Aether who had to wear every outfit Lumine wanted him to wear.

"Lumi," you say calmly, having trouble holding five shopping bags on each arm. She's on a shopping spree and you wonder how she gets all the money to buy these things. "That should be enough shopping for the day. I'm hungry."

The blonde lifts a hand. "Hold on a second," she smiles before banging on the changeroom door, "AETHER LET ME SEE THE FIT."

You can hear the loud sigh from the other side of the door as it slowly opens. He only peeks his head out, shyly mumbling, "This is embarrassing. I don't want to walk out like this."

Lumine rolls her eyes and pulls the door open, revealing Aether in a white dress shirt and dark pants.

Aether lifts an arm, inspecting the design. "It's a bit..." he pauses, thinking of a way to not offend his sister. "It's not my style." His eyes seek for your help to back him up, but you couldn't. The style on him looks so ethereal to him, and Lumine has the same idea.

His twin ran up to an aisle and picked out two accessories: a silk cloth and a floral pin. Lumine shushes Aether who tried to punch her.

"Shut up Aether, you'll look great." She pins the black rose onto the front of his shirt and ties the silk cloth around his neck. She steps a few steps back, making a rectangle shape to symbolize a picture frame and elbows you lightly. "He looks okay for once."

Okay is underwhelming, but to describe Aether better, he looks celestial. The warm studio lights hug every angle of Aether from head to toe. His golden eyes seem to brighten more and the outfit only accentuates his physical traits more.

From the corner of your eye you spot a tall-ish man who has been wandering past the same aisle but never picking anything up. He wears ordinary clothes- a T-shirt and jeans (rather stylishly), but you know from his incoming aura he's more than just an ordinary person.

You tap Lumine discreetly while still holding onto her shopping bags and tilt your head towards the man.

Aether, who keeps picking on the cloth around his neck goes frigid when the strange man walks up to him.

"Hey kid," he says cooly. He looks Aether up and down, lifting his shades to see clearer, and pulls out a small business card from his pocket. "You look like idol material. Ever thought about being a part of a boyband?"

Out of politeness, Aether takes the card and laughs nervously, "Not really" He looks at Lumine and you for help, but you two pretend to not know him when he turns to you.

The man shoves his hands in his pocket, blowing a bubblegum and popping it. His hair slightly tousles when he turns, waving a hand.

"If you ever do decide if you wanna be an idol, auditions are held next week at 10AM," he saunters off. "If they ask who recruited you, tell them a man by the name of Valentin did."

His lavender irises looks back once more before leaving the store, "The people from Teyvat Entertainment are introduced by my very hands. Don't disappoint me."

The automatic sliding doors open for him and he waves the store greeter a goodbye.

You see Aether's eyes scanning over he card Valentin gave. His lashes flutter quickly, signaling you and Lumine he was either shocked, or confused.

Lumine grabbed the paper, a habit she picked up due to being a twin and having to share everything with Aether who won't share. Her lips part, showing the card to you.

Teyvat Entertainment.

A company who created the world's famous DCKZ and the idol, Barbara. Teyvat Ent. has one of the youngest, top rookies of the year because of a group called TVT Dream. A company with many celebrities' and the business card is legit.

A store worker no older than your age meekly walks up to the three of you and asks, "Hey, uh. Are you ready to purchase your clothes?"

...

Aether shoves Lumine (don't worry she shoves him 10x harder) on the stairs while you watch from a safe distance.

You wave hello to their mom before waltzing into their home like you did many other times. You were their third child in their mom's eyes.

You slam the twins' room open and lay yourself on the bottom bunk of their bunkbed. "So do you wanna check Teyvat Entertainment?"

You fish out your phone from your pocket and hand signal for Aether and Lumine to come close to see. Your phone turns on, showing the lock screen of the twins in their embarrassing toddler moments then unlock it. Quietly laughing at the twins who have their faces beet red from the photograph.

"Why do you have that pic? DELETE IT."

"Did mom give that to you..."

You ignore them, opening up Google and typing in the Teyvat Ent. website and search their contacts. You ask Aether for the business card, comparing the two numbers side by side, and Valentin is indeed one of the scouts for the company.

You shut your phone off, hugging the two siblings together tightly. "Whether Aether decides he wants to be an idol or not, we'll still be the best of friends."

Lumine grins, squishing your cheeks, taking a closer look at you. "Well, duh. Are you scared we'll fall apart? No, if anything you should be scared we're never going to leave you alone even if you're 60 and married."

You pinch her cheeks and start to say something until you hear sniffles and coughing. You turn to Aether who was hiding his tears.

"Shut up, I'm not crying." He harshly wipes away the water falling from his eyes, "When I go famous, I'm going to give you my autograph so you can sell it and eventually get 20 cars and houses."

...

You were a teen when the dark-haired Valentin scouted Aether to be a trainee in Teyvat Ent.

You note that without Aether, their home is extremely quiet. It's odd not seeing Lumine scream at Aether for taking her hair clips. It's odd not seeing Lumine aggressively pull on the colourful flower hairclips on Aether's hair, just to get the clips back. It's so odd not seeing Aether is general.

Lumine scrolls through her phone, looking for furniture to add to her new apartment she shares with you. The only thing in the newly bought apartment is three mattresses, three plates, and three cups, just in case Aether visits. Though, Aether visiting is rare. His visits only happen during December for Christmas, but even then he had not visited. It's been two years since you and Lumine last saw him.

You stare at your last sent messages to the blonde boy.

▶ hEY. (threatening)

YO

▶ take care okay? lumine's worrying all the time for ur health bc she keeps watching yt vids on how idols over-do themselves from training

haha thanks for telling me

are you sure it's not you who's worrying 🧐🤧

the last thing lumi sent to me was "FUCK YOU"

▶ well the last thing you sent to her was "U BUTT"

▶ and she took that seriously

are you siding with her?

▶ yes

oh okay, frick you too seen three months ago

Your feet pad against the wooden tiles, grabbing a glass of water while scrolling through twitter. You lift the glass to your lips and almost choke from the water you drink.

You click the link on the phone with the title "Debuting boy band already claiming the hearts of many! Please welcome 4nemo!" Four boys stand in the picture, one being Aether.

You place your glass to the sink and run to Lumine, sitting next to her and who her your phone. She reads it over and visibly shakes. You swear she was about to cry until she takes the phone from your hand and starts throwing it, "AETHER THAT BITCH. HE DEBUTES AND SAYS NOTHING."

You're mortified and pull your friend away from your phone, "THAT'S A NEW PHONE, STOP." You push her away and run to your device, clicking on the link.

"One, two, three! Hello we are," Aether, the familiar blonde says.

His group members follow after him. "4nemo!" They say in chorus. One by one they start introducing themselves.

"Hi I'm Aether!"

"Kazuha," one says with a raise of a hand.

An energetic member steps up with a grin, "And I'm Barbisabeto!"

"He's Barbatos, forgive him." Teal undertones make it's way to the camera, "Hello, I'm Xiao.

The one with twin braids step up, mischievously grinning. "Please take care of us and support us during our journey through the music industry."

His teal eyes squint behind the camera, whispering to the member behind him. "Psst, Xiao. I can't read I'm blind."

Xiao rolls his eyes and steps up, slightly bowing, "Please support our debuting group, we will see you in our music videos."

But Lumine and you never paid attention to what they were saying. Both of you just started crying insults of endearment to Aether because he looks so... different. His face had mature and he's a real idol now.

Reality sinks in.

Now that Aether had a growing fanbase, it's going to be harder to contact him.

"Lumine, how are we going to talk to him now?"

Lumine ponders a bit, resting her chin on her hand before smirking. "Let's create an Aether hate page."

"Yes, let's do it."

After a quick recording of Lumine and yourself, you posted the video online, and soon enough, it goes viral.

Lumine laughs, replaying the video.

"This one's for the boys with the booming system," You say monotonously in front of the camera like what you said was a speech instead of a song. "Top down, AC with the cooler system."

Lumine comes on screen, flipping her middle finger at the camera. "When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up. This one is actually not for the boys with the booming system. This is for the BITCH, AETHER WITH THE BLONDE BRAID. Look at you with your ugly ass smile," She speaks in one breath and it amazes you. "Make sure you get millions of hits or it's all for nothing. Oh Aether's an ass."

The screen shows your hand scooping the phone up and waving good bye with Lumine still dissing Aether.

You nudge Lumine, showing a comment written at the bottom of the video, covering a laugh.

"who's aether?"

"huh??! aether?"

"lOL Why Does The Person On The Left Look Like Aether?"

"OH 4NEMO DABUTE. SHUTUP YOU ANTI. THEY'RE GORGEOUS. YOU'RE THE ONE UFLY" ➡ "ahisfdh you obvi didnt watch the whole video. she said "make sure get millions of hits"

Lumine grins, commenting at the people calling her ugly and Aether way better looking. "Lol, IKR. the one on the left is trying too hard to look like Aether. it's like shes tryna be a twin or smthn"

Though, because of your viral "hate" video, 4nemo's popularity sky rockets because of the unknown 'Aether' of the group.

...

Aether watches the video on the news channel, because that's how popular the video got. He looks at his manager, "Can I send a hate video back?"

"Aether, no."

But the winds are troublesome as the ocean, because a boy with teal tips on his hair snatched the managers phone, running and giving it to Aether. "AETHER. DO IT RIGHT NOW."

...

It was a shock to you seeing people follow your twitter account.

"LUMI, [NAME], IM SRRY I LOST MY PHONE AND DIDNT WANNA TELL ANY1 OR THEYLL GROUND ME," said the tweet, tagging you in comments.

Lumine doesn't have twitter, so when she looks over your shoulder seeing the tweet with her name on, she grabs the phone and locks herself in the bathroom, "R U FR AETHER?U DIDNT REPLY TO MY HAPPY BDAY. WE SHARE A BDAY DUMBASS"

She calmly unlocks the door, giving your phone back casually while you whine, "Lumine! This is twitter! They're gonna cancel me!"

"I'll cancel them back."

Ding! You receive a post with you name under the comments again.

hello, i have to apologize for our member stealing the manager's phone to tweet that. i swear that kid's the most responsible, but he's been triggered. #kazuha

You quickly type back, under the hashtag 'kazuha.'

"@/4nemo sorry uh thats one of ur members twin & shes mad that aether never gave her a bday present when she gave 1 to him #kazuha"

notes: psst here's where i got aether's outfit inspo when they were outfit changing at the mall

[sorryjustafangirl]

it’s a love story

a/n:  this is my submission for the @doubleminor​’s #hockeychallengemusic ! im so so super late but i finally had the time to write this. the toronto six of the nwhl have this as their winning song and i loved watching them celebrate this season. and apparently all i can write is matty tkachuk but i felt he really fit this idea

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x reader

Work count: 2.2k+

warnings: mentions of the pandemic and one swear but other than that just fluff :)

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and real person fiction if you don’t like that, please don’t read! also the gif isn’t mine! all credit to the fantastic gif-maker!

prompt: choose an official team/player goal song and make something using that goal song // found here 

He had wanted the proposal to be perfect. The moment he knew you were the one he wanted to marry, he asked your best friend for everything you had ever mentioned about a proposal. You were only going to get proposed to once, and he wanted to make sure it was perfect. 

Secluded, yet meaningful, place? Check. 

Get it on camera? Check. 

Cute outfit with nails done? Check. 

But a global pandemic was not in his plan. Not even close. 

When the season had got put on pause, his parents suggested he come back to St. Louis to spend time with them, since Brady was coming back too. He was hesitant to go considering you were still going into the office for an essential project, but you assured him that he should go spend time with his family. He didn't get to see them a lot, and you knew he missed them. When he packed, he made sure to take the little velvet box and shove it between his socks. He didn't want to risk you finding it while he was away. 

A couple weeks later, after many FaceTimes and virtual date nights, you finished your project and work gave you the all clear to work from home. A two week quarantine and one plane ride later, you had joined him in St. Louis. You were still working, but working from the Tkachuk's home and with your boyfriend was much better than working alone in your shared apartment. 

Since you had joined the family, Taryn had noticed her oldest brother was a little jumpier than usual. Before, he was more carefree, aside from the occasional moping, and he definitely wasn't making sure his bedroom door was closed whenever he went in there alone. But now? It seemed odd. He wasn't moping, but he had those moments when he seemed too sad for it just to be about the season.  

So after Matthew's third sigh and retreat to his room while you were working, she decided it was time for an intervention. She quietly followed him to his room, where he methodically closed it and made sure it clicked. 

***

It was the second time today Matthew had looked at the box today. He knew he was torturing himself, opening the box to look at the ring he had picked out. It wasn't too flashy, something just your style. He remembered the way his heart jumped when he saw it in the store. It instantly reminded him of you and he just knew it was the one. It was like he couldn't help himself, looking at the box another time.

You could’ve already been engaged by now. The two of you could’ve been looking at venues and dates and even if he said he never really cared about that stuff… he couldn’t help but long for those things, because it would mean it was real. The two of you would be getting married, and he’d get to be your husband. 

But instead of being engaged, he’d just have to stare at the ring and wish he could make this all go away so he could give you the proposal you’ve always wanted. He relived the time he knew you were the one, anything to remind him that you wouldn’t mind waiting until this pandemic was over to get engaged. 

It was a home game against the Senators. Nothing speculator, just a regular game that they unfortunately lost in OT. Because it was against the Sens, and because he scored the only goal of the game, Matt knew he’d be chosen for press. He was tired, and there was nothing he wanted more than to see his family who had made the trek out to Calgary to see the boys play. He left the dressing room with his tie a little crumpled from the rush to meet them. 

He turned the corner to see Taryn sitting on a bench, with Brady standing with his parents, probably cracking a joke based on the way his mom was playfully glaring at Brady while his dad laughed loudly. His mood picked up a little after the interview and the loss.

As he got closer, he realized that Taryn wasn’t sitting alone. You were sitting there, your head resting against her shoulder, your eyes slightly closed. He stopped in his tracks when he saw your work bag sitting in your lap and your suitcase beside you. Your flight was supposed to get in around 8 and he had insisted that you just meet him at home after the game. This work trip had been horrible, your co-worker throwing you under the bus in a meeting with executives on a project he didn’t work on. You deserved to be relaxing with a glass of wine in the sanctity of your shared apartment. But you were here, at his game, straight from the airport, laughing with his family despite your drooping eyes. He had never felt more loved than he did right there. 

A knock startled him from his thoughts. 

“Uhh... just a second!” He snapped the ring box shut and quickly stood up from the bed to shove it in his drawer. Taryn popped her head in to see him very suspiciously standing in front of his dresser.

“It’s just me, dork. What are you doing?” She entered his room, making herself comfy on his bed. He scoffed, and closed the door behind his sister. 

“I’m not doing anything. What are you doing?” He went back to standing by the dresser and Taryn rolled her eyes.

“That’s exactly it, you’re doing nothing. Normally, when we’re all home you’re like bouncing off the walls. Like I know this time it’s different but Y/n came too so I thought… I don’t know, you just seem off but Brady didn’t think so and I didn’t want to worry Mom… so like, what’s going on? Is everything okay? Are you and Y/n fighting?” 

His eyes bugged out and Taryn would have laughed if she wasn’t so serious. “What no! We’re fine! We’re fine, why-why would you say that?” 

“You’ve been quiet Matt. You’re never quiet, especially when Brady’s home with us.” He rolled his eyes and she huffed at her older brother. “You know it’s true! So... what’s going on?” He sighed and turned to find the box from the drawer. He looked down at the velvet in his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. Taryn moved to be sitting beside him and gasped quietly. 

“Is that...?” 

“Yeah. I was going to...you know, before the world went to shit. I had it all planned out too. The weather was getting warmer and there’s this hiking trail we like in Banff, it’s only like an hour drive. There’s this perfect spot where I could prop my phone up so I could get it on camera, just like they wanted. But now... I don’t know what I’m going to do.” 

“Do you still want to, you know, propose?” 

“’Course I do. Honestly, I want nothing more. But, they deserve it to be perfect, you know? And like, I don’t know how I could surprise them here, because we’ve been chilling in the same sweatpants for the past week! Asking them to get dressed up would seem suspicious and I want it to be a surprise,”

“Could… could I help you? I might have an idea…” She grinned towards her brother, his eyes brightening at the idea of marrying you. 

***

“Y/N, do you want to do a TikTok with me?” She called to you from across the Tkachuk’s backyard. Taryn must’ve been feeling the quarantine because yesterday the two of you did your nails together, which prompted you to, for once, put on a pair of pants that weren’t Matty’s sweatpants and do your hair, so you had no problem setting down your book and hopping up from your seat to join her. She squealed and you laughed as you joined her. 

“It’s so easy! I promise! So, it’s to a remix of Taylor Swift’s ‘Love Story’ and the only set in stone parts are that you actually kneel when she says ‘knelt to the ground’ and then the camera will start to pull away and then you just freestyle! We can do a couple practice ones before we film it for real, if you want?” 

“Yes, please, you have severely overestimated my dancing skills,” you laughed. Right at that moment, Matthew came out of the house with a Bud Light in his hand. He placed it on the edge of the firepit before walking over to you.

“What’s got you all cracked up?” He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Taryn thinks I’m a good enough dancer to film this TikTok on my first try,” He grinned at you. 

“A TikTok you say? Can I do it too? If you can do it surely it’s easy enough for me,” You gave him a playful eye roll and laughed. 

“How bored are you to want to film a TikTok?” 

“I want to spend time with my girlfriend, is that a crime?” He smirked and you cracked a smile.  

Taryn spoke up. “Hey no, this would be perfect! I need to move the camera away from you when you’re dancing anyways, and this way you won’t be alone. And you’ll get Matt’s dancing on camera for future blackmail!” You laughed at her comment and slugged him lightly in the arm. 

“Game on, we’ll see who's the better dancer after this,” He just laughed and then told you to tell what the heck he was doing for this dance. After a while, the two of you were ready to film. 

Taryn got behind her phone and started the music. You got into position and bumped Matthew’s hip before facing the camera. 

Is this in my head, I don’t know what to think. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said

You knelt down and pretended to open a ring box, while Matthew pulled out the box he’d been hiding for six months. 

Marry me Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone

You started to dance as Taryn pulled the camera away from the both of you. Lost in the music, you didn’t seem to notice that Matthew was still on one knee, an adoring smile on his face. 

“Y/n,” 

I love you and that’s all I really know

You stopped dancing and glanced to your side. “Oh my god,” Your hands flew to cover your mouth as you saw Matt still on one knee, but with a black box in his hands. “Are you joking?”

“Not joking, baby, I promise.” He opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. It was classy, with just enough bling to catch your eye and go with the rest of your jewelry. Your eyes filled with tears as he started to speak. 

“Y/n, you are the best person I have ever met. I never thought someone would be willing to put up with me, not with my job and the media and how I play my game, but then I met you, and it’s like the whole world shifted. I have fallen more in love with you every day, even the past few days when we do the same thing every day. I love you so much, babe, and all I want is to keep being your person. I know my job means I’ll have to leave sometimes, but with me, with this, I promise you’ll never be alone. I want to be your husband and I want us to have little mini-us’s running around, well really mini-you’s but with my hair, because let’s face it, they aren’t escaping the curls,” You let out a teary laugh, and you could see his shoulder visibly relax a little. “When I look to my future, all I see is you. You are my future. And I know this isn’t perfect or even ideal but..”

“No, no, Matty, it’s perfect.” You whispered, your eyes full of tears. “It’s perfect because it’s with you.”

His grin widened if that was possible, and he looked down at the box in his hands before up to you. “If that’s the case, then Y/n, will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?” 

“Yes! Yes, yes, of course,” You bent down to kiss him, leaving your tears on his cheek when you pulled away. He slipped the ring onto your finger and swept you into a bear hug. “Oh my gosh, we’re going to get married!”

“It’s you and me, baby, for the rest of our lives.” He tried to smirk, but it didn’t last long, a smile covering it as the euphoria overcame him. 

“Okay, okay, show me the ring!! Matthew didn’t tell me he was proposing!” Chantel came out in the backyard with a bright grin on her face. You couldn’t contain the smile on your face and the two of you admired the ring together. 

“I didn’t tell Dad either, don’t get offended,” Matthew said, coming over to meet the both of you. 

“Oh, you liar! You totally called me and asked me for advice.” Keith chimed in with a laugh. “Granted, you never told me you were going to do it today… but I’m happy for you kids.”

“I didn’t think he’d ever get the guts to propose, sorry for the wait Y/n,” Brady chirped, earning a whack from his mother. 

“I don’t mind, he’s worth the wait.” You looked to your fiancé, only to find him already looking at you, his blue eyes gleaming full of warmth. “So worth the wait.”

let me know what you think! thanks for reading!

[volleychumps]

hii! can I request headcanons/scenario (up to you) to kuroo's first year sister becoming nekoma's manager (also kuroo is a little overprotective) and the team going to a training camp with the others for the fist time? thank you in advance!

 Awh yes of course this prompt made my heart go !!! This is a tad crack-filled but it has its’ sappy moments, I hope you enjoy!!

The Younger Kuroo

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“And what do we say when a boy asks for your number?” 

“Oh please, jump into my bed. I’ve been waiting.” 

You dodge the thump to the forehead from Kuroo’s thumb as you hide behind a cackling Yaku, who wiped a tear from his eyes at the promise of death in your older brother’s eyes. 

“No. Try again.” 

“I’m not five~” you whine, stretching your legs out from the slightly cramped bus ride. You loved Lev like a brother, but his legs hardly gave you any room to sit comfortably. Said boy hadn’t even realized until towards the end of the ride, panicking and taking your bags up for you as an apology with a sheepish grin on his cat-like features. 

Kai thumps your head for Kuroo, causing you to protest. “Kai! I’m supposed to be your favorite!” 

“Keep making jokes about bringing boys into your bed and you won’t be.” 

“Um sir, I’m actually going to be sleeping on a futon-” 

You dodge the next flick to your head, grumbling about how your brother’s team abuses their own manager as you run ahead to catch up with Kenma, ignoring the agitated calls for your ass to get back there from your brother. 

Kuroo rolls his eyes at the actions of his younger sister, watching Kenma show you what he was playing as Yaku brings a hand up to his neck, the three third-years watching with slightly worried expressions as their little sister figure hops onto Inuoka’s back. 

“Will she really be okay?” 

“She’s smart. She can take care of herself.” 

“MORI, INUOKA ATE MY COOKIES!” 

“I BOUGHT THEM FOR YOU-”

“Inuoka don’t steal her snacks! She’s still growing!” 

Kuroo sighs, the captain raising a hand to his eyes as Kai grins lopsidedly next to him, looking a little apologetic. 

“Nevermind. She’s a dumbass.” 

“So...we should worry about her?” 

This would be a long training camp. 

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“Yamamoto, bend your knees a little more.” You instruct, resting a hand on the boy’s back as Yamamoto nervously looks to the side in case Kuroo was looking. You roll your eyes, applying more pressure. Your brother’s overprotective nature was funny at times, but not when it got into your duties as team manager. 

“Are you really her?!” 

“Bokuto, I said no!” 

You blink, hiding behind Yamamoto on instinct as a boy with burly arms and silver hair came running towards you, excitement brimmed in his gold irises as Kuroo holds his collar with an irk mark. A second guy with slightly disheveled hair came walking in tow, hands stuffed in his pockets as if this were an every day occurence. You focus in on their shirts. Fukurodani Academy. 

“Huh? Wait...” The Fukurodani member looks deep in thought. “She’s like, totally cute. What happened to you?” 

“Akaashi, please claim your pet.” Kuroo snips, but before the second boy can step forward, you’re laughing and stepping out from your hiding place and extending a hand to the silver haired boy, who grips it excitedly as he ignores Kuroo’s protests. 

“I’m Kuroo Y/N! The totally cuter sibling.” 

“Bokuto Kotaro! You can call me Bokuto onee-chan!” 

“No you cannot.” 

“...Bo onee-chan?” you offer a bit timidly, ignoring the glower from your older brother as you hide your smirk. 

Bokuto swooned, causing the second boy to nudge him, an amused look tickling his features as he bows respectfully. 

“Akaashi Keiji.” 

“Keiji-Kun?” You grin, and the blue-eyed boy takes on a look of surprise and seems to ponder it for a moment, nodding his head before bowing again. 

“We’ll be taking our leave, Kuroo-san.” 

“Call me Y/N!” You call, the setter turning slightly in their depart to nod to you as Bokuto fist pumps the air, claiming you were totally his type before you zone in on your unamused older brother, whose arms were crossed as you grin a little sheepishly. 

“You’re telling me you know those two hotties and you’ve never bothered to set me up?” 

“Y/N-” 

“Joking! It was a joke!” You say a little too quickly, jogging off to encourage Kenma to get his ass off the bench as Kuroo groans, tugging Kai and Yaku off to the sidelines. 

“...yeah. we might need to worry.” 

“What are you talking about?” Mori laughs. “She’s not a kid, Kuroo. We don’t need to look after her as much as we did before.”

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“Literally fuck what I said before.” 

“Just how the hell did she manage to befriend the whole Karasuno team?” Kuroo grits out, Bokuto chuckling to his side as Akaashi reminds Kuroo not to snap his chopsticks in half. 

“Even Tsukki isn’t telling her to leave his sight. Is she magic or what?” 

The event where you were sitting between the vice-captain and wing spiker of the Karasuno team during that evening meal had begun when the captain had accidentally sent a receive towards your head, the goregous team manager managing to protect you in time with a swift wave of her hand. The vice-captain had rushed up to you in a hurry, apologizing profusely before the hyper libero invited you to come eat dinner with them, claiming he would buy you anything you wanted from the snack vendors afterwards. 

“Daichi, if you don’t stop apologizing, I will press charges.” You warn, placing more rice in your mouth as Yachi giggles from across you, eyes curious. 

“It’s hard to believe you’re Kuroo-san’s little sister, Y/N.” 

“You’re not scary...at all. Are you sure you two are related?” Hinata blanches, pretending he can’t see the glower from the captain across the cafeteria. You shrug, shooing the offered fried katsu from Sugawara’s chopsticks away. 

“Eat, Suga. I’m not dead.” You huff, turning to reply to your new friend. “And Hinata, don’t talk with your mouth full. Sadly, we came from the same womb and he was my first bully.”

The fact that you were both first years made you get along easily with the freckled boy, Yachi, Hinata, and even the genius blue-eyed setter and the tall middle blocker managed to engage in conversation with you one or two times. You noticed that the boy who claimed a little too boisterously to call him “Tanaka-Senpai” and the libero “Nishinoya-senpai” were looking at you with stars in your eyes before cutting you off mid-conversation. 

“Was being saved by Kiyoko a mesmerizing experience?” 

“Daichi, why don’t you throw a volleyball at their head so they can see?” 

“Suga, I said I was sorry, I feel bad enough!”

“You hurt a kouhai!” Suga over dramticizes, playfully creating a human shield between you and the captain. “You don’t even deserve to look at her!” 

You laugh, the laugh dwindling slightly when you meet Kuroo’s eyes from across the room. The team all look down at once, Lev pouting and Yaku seeming to be a little more quiet as Yamamoto and Fukunaga pretend to carry on a conversation. 

The captain looks away quickly, and you frown, focusing on your meal. It looks like you were going to have an unexpected team meeting tonight. 

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“All right. Why is everyone on edge?” You throw the door open, not even flinching when some of your boys were in the middle of putting their shirts on. Lev and Inuoka both squeal overdramatically, covering their bodies. 

“Y/N you perv!” 

“Oh shut up, you always walk around shirtless and I say nothing!” You protest, plopping down in your brother’s futon. “Where is Kuroo anyway?” 

“Out. You know you can’t be in the boys’ dorms this late, Y/N. Do you want me to walk you?” Yaku crosses his arms strictly, and you sidle up to Kenma before resting your head on his shoulder tiredly, the boy you grew up with not even reacting as he continues to tap away on his console. 

“Nope.” You pop the p. “I just feel like I should say something. So gather around, chums.” 

“What, are you british now?” 

“Lev I seem to remember asking you to gather around, not hit me with an attitude.” You reply sassily, clapping your hands together. “Group circle. Now.” 

“She does have that captain vibe.” Yamamoto mumbles to Fukunaga as he simply nods in response. As your boys gather, you wait for them to settle before starting. 

“Okay, so welcome to alcoholic’s anonymous-” 

“Never mind. She doesn’t have a captain vibe, I must’ve been crazy.”

“Hi I’m Inuoka, and-

“Get to the point Y/N.” Kai says seriously as he yawns. You cross your legs, pressing the off button on Kenma’s console before looking at each of them individually, a seriousness in your eyes that was rarely there. 

“You do know I love you guys, right? Just because we’re at a training camp doesn’t mean I like the other teams more than I like you...so I wanted to say I’m sorry if it seemed like I was being a little neglectful...” You trail off, fiddling with your fingers. “I know some of you see me as your younger sister, and I really really don’t want you guys to feel like you guys are replaceable, because you aren’t.” 

You look up to see a mixture of surprise as some near tears (Lev and Inuoka) before you hastily add,  “And thus that ends my cheesy speech. Anyway, I struggle with high-amounts of alcohol consumption-” 

You’re cut off when the first years tackle you into a hug, crying they’re really glad you’re their manager as you struggle to breathe. You look up after you manage to shove them off, Yaku ruffling your hair as Kai crosses his arms with a satisfied grin on his face. Even Kenma had a little smile on his face before turning his console back on. 

“Sis.” 

You freeze up. It was time to face the final boss. Your head turns to sheepishly smile at Kuroo before he rolls his eyes, jutting his head to the side slightly. 

“I’ll walk you out.” 

“Goodnight Y/N!” 

“We love you!” 

“Speak for yourself-” 

“Shut up Kenma, we know you do.” 

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“So you heard?” You walk next to your older brother, arms swinging loosely as Kuroo hums in response, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. 

“It was nice for you to clarify.” Kuroo speaks after a few brief moments of comfortable silence. “For awhile, we were the only team that didn’t have a manager to deal with us, so I’m not surprised they got a little worried seeing you cozy up to other teams. One might say even a little possessive.” 

Kuroo stops, and you turn curiously to face your brother. 

“It honestly makes me really scared to think one of these bastards might steal my little sister away. None of them are deserving of you, and I’ll be damned if I let you think that they are.”

You blink. Kuroo saying nice things seemed to only happen once in a blue moon. 

“Tetsurou-nii.” You say softly, tugging on Kuroo’s sleeve. “I’m not a kid anymore, you know? I’m not that middle schooler that always followed you and your friends around, having an unexplainable crush on Kenma-” 

“Get to the point.” 

“I’m happy you care.” You hug him, feeling Kuroo relax into your embrace. “But you gotta let me grow up some day, you know? And that thing about none of the team being replaceable?” 

Your grip tightens just a little more. “You’re the one it applies to the most. You’re my one and only older brother who pisses me off at times, but...I...ugh god....why is this so hard? I uh... l-love you, big bro.” 

You feel a hand rest on the top of your head as Kuroo sighs. “I love you too, little sis, so stop saying gross stuff.” 

“Then don’t pout at me from across the cafeteria!” 

“Who the hell was pouting? Me? You must be losing your sight, crazy woman.” 

“At least my hair doesn’t look like a duck’s ass.” 

“At least I’m tall.” 

“Don’t be bitter because you weren’t apart of our alcoholic’s anonymous meeting-” 

and so, both Kuroo’s walked and laughed all the way to the girls’ housing, the atmosphere significantly lighter than it had once been. 

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“What business do you have with our manager, oi?” 

“Yamamoto, let Tanaka and Noya say bye.” You scold, highfiving them with both hands before Daichi approaches, Sugawara by his side as the captain of Karasuno hands you a steaming bag of Taiyaki.

“Share with your friends. This is my official apology. We’ll see you soon, Y/N.” The captain smiles warmly before turning to Suga. “Happy now?” 

“No, you abuser. Goodbye little kouhai!!” 

You wave to Hinata, Yachi, and Yamaguchi from a distance, Tsukishima and Kageyama both simply nodding to you as you shake your phone a little, signalling each of them to text you with the number you gave them with a bright smile. 

“Y/N don’t leave without saying bye to your nii-chan!” 

“Never, Bo-onii!” You cry overdramatically as Bokuto spins you around, Akaashi setting one hand on your head with a slight nod and a smile tickling his lips. It was honestly crazy how close you got with these people in three days, but who was complaining? 

“On the bus. Now.” Kuroo picks you up mid-spin from Bokuto’s grasp as you stick your tongue out, offering your final waves to everyone before Kai simply picks you up by the collar and quite literally drags you onto the bus. 

“Oh, did I miss my abusive boys.” You roll your eyes as you’re seated promptly next to Lev, who kindly kept his legs in check to give you enough room on the bus. “Who wants Taiyaki? Daichi-senpai treated us!” 

“Is Daichi the one? I called dibs, already!” Lev whines as the pastries are passed around, the bus settling into motion before Kuroo delivers a chop to the first-year’s head, who quickly claims it was a joke before a laugh bubbles up in your throat. 

Yeah. Your boys were a bit of a handful. 

“Yaku, you can’t have two!” 

“It just means Y/N loves me more.” 

“I’m her brother, you can’t compete.” 

“Shut up, she hates you half the time.” 

“No one asked you, Kenma!” 

But you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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Tropetember Day 5 - Accidental Confession / In Vino Veritas (Drunk Confession/Drunk Dial)

Unrequited love? Bite me

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x GN!Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Rating: Teen and up

TW: Drinking/alcohol, language, vampirism/blood mentions, FWB mention

AN: Day 5 of @tropetember. Not my best work but hope you enjoy. Might rework this slightly at a later point.

A visit to the Salvatores in Mystic Falls should be pretty fun, until Damon decides to drag you to a party the Originals are throwing.

Find this story on Ao3 here.

Word Count: 1.5k

“Damon, you cannot be serious.”

Your best friend just gives you puppy dog eyes. Bright blue and sad as can be. It’s kinda pathetic.

“Pretty please.”

You huff, knowing you won’t win this argument. You’ve known him since you were both children, through him being turned by Katherine and later Stefan turning you (long story), and then on and off in the intervening century and a half. You even had a casual friends with benefits arrangement when you were both lonely/bored. Knowing him so well, you decide to save everyone the time and give in.

“You’re paying for my outfit Damon! I can not believe you’re making me go…”

He scoops you up and spins you, making you squeal as he thanks you. Stefan, who has been observing from the couch being absolutely no help, just laughs.

“You won’t regret it. It’ll be fun and we can learn some things at the same time. We’ll be the most attractive spy duo in history.”

You just roll your eyes and go to grab your keys before stealing Damon’s wallet. If you’re going to have to face the Mikaelsons again, you weren’t doing it in something you’d worn before. And you were going to buy something expensive out of spite.

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The entrance to the Mikaelson’s house was the same as any other house in Mystic Falls: opulent, excessive and with far too much marble. You’d take a cosy cabin over this nonsense any day.

Clinging to Damon's arm, you enter the space and, thankfully, Klaus is the only one of the family greeting guests.

“Darling, it’s been a while.” You can’t help the reactionary smile as you embrace him. He could be bat shit crazy at times, but he’d always been kind to you.

“Klaus! I’ve missed you.” Out of your eye corner, you can see Damon giving you both evil eyes. Had you accidentally on purpose forgotten to mention you knew the original family? Oops, your bad.

Klaus doesn’t let you go far, holding you at arms length to admire your new outfit. You do look stunning in it, if you do say yourself.

“Beautiful.” He leans in to whisper in your ear “My brother really doesn’t realise what he’s missing.”

You laugh him off, ignoring the implication. You knew better.

“Now boys,” you say, glancing between them, “I’ll have no part in whatever this little competition or measuring contest is, and I expect you all to leave me out of it.” They both look a little guilty as they nod. “Marvellous. If you need me, I’ll be somewhere out of the way with a glass of champagne.”

And with that you head further into the party, leaving them to bicker.

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"Urgh, I've missed you so much! I can't believe you left us."

You and Rebekah are both waaaay too many glasses of champagne deep at this point. You’d been there a couple of hours by now and it had only taken Rebekah 30mins to realise you were there and take you hostage. You're currently sequestered on a sofa in a corner and are both a bit sloppy.

"What do you want me to say Bekah? It's your arsehole brother's fault."

"Wait, what? What did Klaus do?"

You laugh, just a tad hysterically and fortify yourself with another sip out of your glass.

"Wrong one. Go older"

A look of understanding comes across her face and she wraps an arm around you. You, sadly, don't have enough of your wits about you to realise that this isn't the best place for a drunken heart to heart.

Everything starts to spill out of you. How you and Elijah had spent so much time together. How you thought he liked you back, only for him to turn up with what's her name wrapped around him. How he'd laughed when you'd expressed your surprise that he was dating, and how it made you feel like nothing. It was too much for your heart to handle. So you’d left, had a fun rebound weekend with Damon and tried to move on.

Rebekah pulls back slightly, wiping a tear that had escaped without your permission.

"You're too good for him anyway," she says and you laugh.

"I wish that were true.” You pull yourself together a little and put on your best fake smile. “For now, I'm just going to don an air of indifference and pretend I'm not in love with your oldest brother."

Your mirth leaves you instantly as you hear a refined voice behind you ask, "now why on Earth would you do that?"

It’s amazing how panic can sober you up.

You turn slowly and meet the eyes of the oldest Original. He’s in a suit, as always, and has a confident smirk plastered across his face. That pisses you off.

“Cos he’s an asshole” you coolly reply before turning to Rebekah, pressing a kiss to her cheek and walking swiftly out of the room to find Damon to take you home. You’d embarrassed yourself quite enough for one night.

You’d never admit that you were disappointed that Elijah didn’t try to stop you.

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One of the advantages to being a vampire was that you very rarely got a hangover. Instead, you just slept in a little, made a cup of coffee and did some yoga before heading out to treat yourself to lunch. You didn’t need to eat but you enjoyed the taste, there was much more variety in food than blood.

You'd only arrived in Mystic Falls a couple of days ago for your visit to see the Salvatore brothers and as such hadn't had a chance to try out the Mystic Grill. This seemed like a perfect fit opportunity. Something greasy would be perfect right about now.

The grill was a bit dingy but it worked for the place and you were happy to learn that they have a pretty good menu selection. Your excitement was soured though when Elijah decided to join you for lunch.

Dressed in yet another suit, no tie and the top buttons of his shirt undone, he oozes charm and money. Add in the handsome features and knockout smile and you were lost. You're sure back in the day the ladies with delicate constitutions had to keep their smelling salts close. You could easily have fainted over him.

But he wasn't interested in you, as he had made very clear, so you were just annoyed that he was existing in your space.

Elijah watched you eat for a few moments, clearly taking note of your reluctance to acknowledge him.

"For someone who's in love with me, you don't seem particularly happy to see me darling."

You groan quietly and lower your utensils. Wishing him away wasn't working.

"What do you want Elijah?" You sound bitter, even to your own ears. So much for attempting to sound neutral.

"One of my favourite people, who I haven't seen for a long time, has reappeared and I want to spend time with them. Is that too much to ask?"

You start eating again, using it to buy time. You had honestly missed his company. You just weren’t sure if you could bear him breaking your heart again, even accidentally and unintentionally. Luckily, he had more to say.

“Klaus told me off after you left, you know?”

You look at him in surprise.

“Told me that I’d wasted my best opportunity at happiness. Which is especially concerning considering who it was coming from.”

You nod your agreement. Klaus wasn’t exactly known for his sentimentality.

He continues, “would you believe that I really thought you were too good for me? That I really thought you weren’t interested?”

“Elijah, you can not be serious.” You pull a face at him. “I literally spent all of my time with you, hanging on your every word. I would have followed you to the ends of the Earth. How could you not have known?”

“I just thought you were being your usual effervescent self. I started dating again to try and let you go.”

Miscommunication. You shake your head. 30 years of heartbreak all because of miscommunication. God, you could bang the pair of your heads together. It’s basically a crappy romance novel. Ok, this is ok. You can fix this. You have pretty much forever left, after all.

Taking the initiative, you lean forward and grasp Elijah’s hand. His eyes fall to where you wrap your fingers around his. A hopeful look takes over his face as he returns to your eyes.

“Elijah?” You smile. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

He laughs. It’s a beautiful sound. You’re going to make it your personal mission to make him do it more often.

Lifting your knuckles to his lips, he places a gentle kiss on them.

“I can think of nothing else I’d rather do.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

project partner ~ jesse pinkman;breaking bad

word count: 1958

request?: no

description: when he’s paired up with the outcast in school on a school project, jesse comes to learn a secret about her

pairing: jesse pinkman x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

Jesse jumped as Mr. White slammed his textbook down onto Jesse’s desk. A hushed snicker trailed through the room as Jesse sleepily raised his head.

“Good morning Mr. Pinkman, did you have a nice rest?” Mr. White asked.

“I did until you woke me,” Jesse muttered.

Mr. White rolled his eyes and passed Jesse a sheet of paper. “You have a group project due next week. I’ve paired you up with Miss. (Y/L/N).”

Jesse looked over his shoulder at the girl sat by herself in the back of the room. Her eyes widened at the mention of her name, as if she too hadn’t been paying attention to what was happening.

The bell rang to dismiss the class. Everyone filed out immediately except for Jesse and (Y/N). He approached (Y/N) as she started putting her things away.

“So,” he started, “wanna meet up and start this project after school?”

“Yeah that’s be nice actually. I’d like to be ahead on the work.”

“Sounds like a plan. We’ll go to your place after school?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened again and all color drained from her face. “Why-why my place?”

Jesse shrugged. “My ‘rents kinda suck. They probably won’t leave us alone if we do go there.”

(Y/N) shuffled awkwardly. “We could...we could do it at the school, like in the library or something.”

“Listen, if your ‘rents suck, too, that’s fine. We don’t have to go to your place. I just know personally that it’ll be so much better than going to mine.”

(Y/N) sighed and shrugged. “No, it’s alright. My parents...won’t be home, so my place would be the best to do the project. We can meet in front of the school and I’ll drive us to my place.”

“That’d be pretty dope. I hate the bus.”

(Y/N) gave Jesse a small smile before hurrying out of the classroom to her next class.

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When school ended, Jesse did as he promised and waited for (Y/N) to meet him. He checked his phone to see how long he had been waiting. He wondered if (Y/N) was standing him up.

When she emerged from the school, (Y/N) looked at Jesse waiting and sighed. There was no backing out of this now.

“Let’s get going,” she told him as she walked past him. Jesse had to quickly walk to catch up with her.

The drive was quiet. Jesse wasn’t sure what to even say to (Y/N). Once, (Y/N) was a semi-popular girl. Everyone knew and liked her. That was, until she took some time away from school, then when she came back she was suddenly an outcast, but not because her friends made her one, because she made herself one.

Her friends had asked her on multiple occasions to go out with them to catch up after her time off, invited her to parties, even asked her to just sit with them in the cafeteria at lunch, but (Y/N) turned all the offers down. She kept to herself and didn’t talk to anyone. No one even saw her outside of school, she’d just come in, go through school, and leave at the end of the day.

Jesse snuck a quick peak at her, wondering what had happened when she left, and wondered if he’d find out while working on her project.

They pulled into the driveway of a small looking house, the exact opposite of what Jesse knew to be her house.

“Uh...are we picking someone up or something?” he asked as (Y/N) turned off the car.

“No,” she responded. “This is where I live now.”

“What happened to that mansion your parents owned.”

(Y/N) winced at the question, but hoped Jesse hadn’t noticed. “They wanted to downsize. Something small and quaint or whatever. Closer together.”

She got out of the car and went around to a side door, unlocking it and letting herself and Jesse in. Jesse was shocked to see that she had let them into a basement apartment. This was the last place he expected to see (Y/N) standing in, especially with how much her family was worth.

“I’ll grab my laptop, we can get started on the project,” she told him and quickly left to her room.

Jesse sat at the kitchen table, wondering what had happened with (Y/N). Did her parents lose their money? Were her parents still alive? They had to be, why would she not tell anyone if her parents had died? It would be the news of the school if they had. Losing all their money, that would be another story.

When (Y/N) returned, they started working silently, besides asking a few questions related to the assignment. Jesse tried to think of questions to ask (Y/N) regarding her situation, but he was afraid of seeming like he was prying, even though that was exactly what he wanted to do.

Luckily (for Jesse anyways), he didn’t have to ask anything, as all his questions were answered when there was a knock at the door and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. She looked at the door, as if wishing for the person to go away, but her wishes were denied when another knock came.

“You gonna get that?” Jesse asked.

(Y/N) sighed and stood from the table. Jesse couldn’t help but crane his neck to watch her open the door. And older looking woman stood there with a child that was no more than a few months old in her arms.

“I asked you to keep him for an extra hour!” (Y/N) whispered, however was still loud enough for Jesse to hear.

“And I told you I was unable to do so,” the woman responded. “I’m sorry you didn’t receive my message, but I have plans.”

(Y/N) sighed heavily and took the child from the woman. She took some cash from her pocket and gave it to the woman before nearly slamming the door in the woman’s face. Jesse quickly returned to the assignment, pretending he didn’t see anything that had happened.

(Y/N) took the playpen in the living room and placed it in the kitchen before placing the child into the playpen.

Jesse smiled at the baby, although he was too busy biting on a teddy bear to notice. “Who’s this little guy?”

(Y/N) looked over at the baby with a slight smile on her face as well. “That’s Jacob.”

“Your little brother?”

(Y/N)’s smile faltered a little as she realized there was no getting around it now. “No actually. He’s uh...he’s my son.”

Jesse looked up at (Y/N) in shock. She was looking down at her notes in front of her, trying not to make eye contact.

“Is that why...you were out of school for so long?” Jesse asked. “Cause...cause you were pregnant?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah. My parents pulled me out when I found out I was pregnant. They didn’t want anyone to know that their precious child wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought she was.”

“Then why...” Jesse trailed off. He wasn’t sure which he wanted to ask first, he had so many questions.

“Why do I live here?” (Y/N) offered for him. Jesse nodded, although that wasn’t what he had been wanting to ask. “My parents kicked me out. Gave me enough money that I could live somewhere comfortably for a while before having to get a job. Basically told me to never contact them again, that I was no longer their child.”

(Y/N) tried not to let the hurt show in her face, but it was hard not to when thinking back to the day her parents kicked her out. They had been so angry, she had never seen them so angry before. They had packed her things for her, at least the things she had bought on her own. They told her they were keeping anything they had bought for her, which was over half of her belongings, and gave her a check for a couple thousand dollars so that she could find somewhere else to live.

They didn’t want to see her anymore, and they didn’t want to meet their grandchild.

“Who’s the father?” Jesse asked.

“Liam Johnson,” (Y/N) replied. “The quarterback of the football team.”

Jesse felt his blood boil then. Of course, everyone knew Liam Johnson and (Y/N) were an item, but shortly after her disappearance from school he began saying they had broken up. He claimed he didn’t know anything about where she had gone, other than they weren’t together anymore, then proceeded to sleep with nearly every girl in the school.

It was one thing that he had “moved on” so quickly after claiming for so long that he was in love with (Y/N), but to leave her because she was pregnant with his kid and proceed to sleep with other girls? That was lower than low.

“I didn’t want anyone else to know,” (Y/N) continued to explain. “I didn’t want anyone to know that my parents had kicked me out, that Liam had left me, that I had basically gone from having it all to having absolutely nothing, because I chose to have my beautiful baby boy the superficiality of the rich and popular lifestyle.”

“You don’t think your friends would’ve stuck by you if they knew the truth?” Jesse asked.

(Y/N) shook her head. “Of course they wouldn’t. They weren’t real friends, they just hung around with me because we all ran with the same friend group, and because I was dating Liam, and because my parents had a giant mansion and they were never home so I could throw parties. What do I have now? Liam’s baby, that’s it. Not like it means anything because he keeps denying he ever knocked me up.”

“I mean, some of them maybe, but it seems like at least a few of them were your real friends. I’m sure they would’ve stuck by your side, even helped you raise Jacob and given you a place to stay so that you don’t have to worry about making ends meet.”

(Y/N) shook her head. She looked deep in thought for a moment before he head snapped up to look at Jesse. “You cannot tell anyone about this, okay? You have to promise me you’ll tell no one at school about Jacob, about this whole situation.”

Jesse put his hands up in surrender. “I wouldn’t tell a soul anyways. This isn’t my thing to tell people. Besides, I don’t think anyone would believe me if I did tell them. I’m just the burnout stoner, remember?”

“You’re not a burnout stoner, you’re pretty cool actually.”

Jesse smiled. “You’re really cool, too. I think you’re even more cool knowing the truth about your situation.”

(Y/N)’s cheeks heated up slightly as she looked away from Jesse. “Just finish the project, we were so close to getting it all finished.”

They completed the project in silence. When it was all done, Jesse collected his things and opted to walk home, so that (Y/N) didn’t have to wake a sleeping Jacob, who had fallen asleep while they were working.

“You know,” (Y/N) said as she walked Jesse to the door, “you’re free to come back whenever you want...if you want, I mean. You’re the first friend I’ve had since I got pregnant.”

Jesse smiled at her. “I’d love to hang out with you, and with Jacob. And I promise, your secret is safe with me.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Jesse. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jesse smiled back at her before finally turning to leave.

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surprise? (jj maybank)

Summary: You’re John B’s sister, and you’ve been dating JJ in secret for months. What happens when John B sees a hickey on your neck, and realizes his best friend has been making on his little sister?

WC: 2.7k

WARNINGS: Hickey/ mentions of sexy time, cursing, mentions of violence

A/N: Another JJ one shot! This one has been sitting half-finished in my collection for a while now, so tonight I decided to complete it! I’m such a sucker for a brother’s best friend moment, so I knew I had to write a JJ x Routledge! reader fic. i hope you all like it!

PS: Thank you so much for all the love on evermore, my last fic!! It was so well received, and has gotten more recognition than anything else I've ever uploaded. I’m so thankful!!

I love you all so so much, and I hope you enjoy!!

LET’S DO IT!

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Neither you nor JJ could pinpoint the exact moment it began.

Being John B’s younger sister, you had known the blonde boy for basically your entire life. In seventh grade, you had developed a slight crush on JJ. He was the older, popular boy that cracked funny jokes; how could you not like him? You had always thought he was cute, but you started seeing him in a different light around the age of twelve.

The crush quickly faded away, and you found yourself with many boyfriends and flings over the years. Looking back on it now, you don’t think your feelings JJ ever truly went away… you had just forced yourself to forget them.

For JJ, the feelings developed around his sophomore year, when you were a freshman. For the vast majority of his life, he’d seen you every day when he inevitably made his way to the chateau. He’d cared about you, of course, but no more than a ‘I care about her because she’s my best friends little sister’ kind of way.

He has a vivid memory of you, the morning after he’d had a sleepover with your brother. He was sitting on the couch with John B, having a conversation about some stupid guy thing he couldn’t even recall now. He remembers seeing you walk out of your room, having just woken up, wearing an oversized t-shirt. Your hair was in a messy bun, and you didn’t have on any makeup.

He couldn’t explain why, but you looked so damn beautiful to him that day. You never noticed him staring at you, but John B did. JJ remembers his friend’s brows furrowing.

“What the hell are you staring at?” After following JJ’s gaze, his eyes widened. “Are you looking at my sister, man? Cut that shit out.”

“No, of course I wasn’t. I was looking out the window. Chill, bro.” JJ had quickly denied the claims of his friend, who didn’t entirely believe him but chose not to say anything else on the topic. After that day, JJ tried his best to avoid staring at you, but it was always hard for him.

Within a month after that incident, you began hanging out with the Pogues more and more. They quickly became your best friends, and you loved them all more than anything. They all helped you and John B through the disappearance of your father, and you were eternally grateful.

Naturally, you found yourself growing the closest with Kie. Being the only two girls, it made the most sense for the two of you to be very close. Kiara was like a sister and a best friend all in one, and you loved her very much.

Pope was always great. He kept you and the rest of the pogues in check, making sure you remained safe and made smart decisions. John B, of course, was your older brother, and you were very close with him. You had your frustrations with the brunette, however. One thing that always pissed you off about John B was how insanely protective he was. He would threaten any guy whose eyes lingered too long on you at a party, and it took years of convincing to allow him to let you go on a date. You loved him, of course, and knew he was always trying to keep you safe, but you couldn’t help but be frustrated with him sometimes.

And then there was JJ. You didn’t even know what to think when it comes to the blonde boy. You had always noticed something special about him, and felt slightly different towards JJ then all the other boys. For some reason, the both of you kept your distance from each other. Maybe, you both knew in the back of your mind that if you got too close, there’d be no pulling you apart.

One night at a party, you had gotten absolutely wasted. Kiara had gone home with some girl, Pope’s dad didn’t let him come, and John B was nowhere in sight, meaning it was up to JJ to take care of you. He brought you home, cleaned you up, and put you into bed. In your intoxicated state, you let your walls fall down. You told Jj how you felt about him, too drunk to worry about the consequences.

Fortunately for you, the feelings were reciprocated. JJ said that he felt the same way, and he’d been keeping his distance from you because of strict commands from John B. “Anytime I’d get close to you, or even be ‘too friendly’ towards you, I’d get the whole ‘my sister is off limits’ lecture, I was tired of hearing it, and I didn’t think you felt the same anyways.”

That night was the beginning of a long journey. He kissed you, and you were happier than you’d ever been. He ask you to be his girlfriend, and you happily said yes. There was only one issue with the whole situation.

Your stupid, overdramatic, overprotective brother.

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell him for a while?” Jj suggested after much contemplation on both of your parts. “See where this goes. If it gets super serious, we’ll obviously tell him, but it’s probably best to keep it on the down low for now.”

Though hesitant, you eventually agreed, deciding it was the best decision for now. You hated lying to your brother, but it’s not like you had any other choice.

Six months passed after that night. You and JJ’s relationship grew stronger and more serious with each passing day, but neither of you had the guts to tell your brother. So, you kept dating in secret, the relationship only between the two of you.

Oh, right. And Kie.

JJ had gotten into a habit of sneaking into your bedroom window late at night. He rarely got any time with just the two of you, and even when you hung out with your friends, he wasn’t able to be as affectionate as he wished he could be. One morning, Kiara arrived at the chateau earlier than usual, bursting into your room to find you asleep, wrapped in your boyfriend's arms.

The brunette woke the two of you up with a loud exclamation of “What the fuck?”

JJ kissed you goodbye and scrambled out the window before John B heard anything, and you sat Kie down and explained the whole situation, making her promise not to tell anyone.

Especially not John B.

Kiara, being the amazing person she is, swore secrecy and squealed about how happy she was for the two of you.

Kie’s knowledge of the relationship is part of the reason she insists on waking you up one morning at the chateau. She and Pope had stayed the night, as well as JJ. JJ was nowhere to be found, but the group just assumed that he had run home to grab spare clothes or something.

Well, the boys assumed that.

Kie knew better.

Her suspicions were completely confirmed when she entered your room to find you and JJ cuddled together, just like all those months ago when she had first found out.

“Wake up, guys! JB and Pope are awake. JJ, hop out the window and pretend you went to get clothes from your house. You don’t have a lot of time.”

Immediately, you and your boyfriend were launching up out of the bed. He followed his usual routine of kissing you goodbye and then jumping out of the window. You thanked Kie before beginning to search for your swimsuit.

“You’re welcome, babes. And by the way, I’d make sure to cover up that fatass hickey on your neck before walking out of this room.”

Kie gives you a wink before walking out of the room and closing the door, leaving you there with red cheeks and wide eyes.

You moved immediately to your mirror, and examined the left side of your neck. Sure enough, there it was: a large bruise that JJ had taken his sweet time on the night before. You huffed, recalling when he was giving it to you.

“JJ, don’t.” You breathed, lightly pushing him off you. “You can’t leave marks, everyone will see.”

“Let them see.” He lifted his lips off your neck to look you in the eyes. “I’m tired of hiding that you’re mine. I want everyone to know that you’re taken, by me. Let them see, babe, I don’t care.”

For a moment, he had you agreeing with him. Who cares if everyone finds out? They’d just find out eventually anyways. What’s the difference if they find out sooner rather than later?

But, you eventually cam to your senses. “I’m tired of hiding too, J. We’ll tell them soon, but I don’t want my brother to find out I’m with his best friend by seeing the hickey his best friend gave me.”

JJ paused his movements for the second time, breathing and thinking for a moment. “Yeah, I guess you're right.” He bites your earlobe, then leans in to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll make it small. I still want my mark on you.”

Clearly, JJ had lied. The bruise on your neck was absolutely massive, and you’d have your work cut out for you when it came to covering it up. Sighing, you reached for your makeup bag, pulling out some color corrector and concealer.

A good thirty minutes later, the bruise was covered enough to go unnoticed, and you were outside on the dock, dressed in a pink swimsuit and a pair of shorts. John B and Pope were on the boat, preparing it for you day on the water. Kie was inside shoving snacks, water bottles, and beer into a small cooler. JJ, who had just finished rolling a few blunts, came walking out of the house. You heard him approaching behind you, and whipped around to face him.

“I have a bone to pick with you, Maybank.” You glared, crossing your arms over your chest. Your boyfriend looked nervous, his smiling face immediately shifting to a concerned one.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He said quietly, making sure that the other pogues were out of earshot before using the nickname. JJ knew you well, and any term of endearment made you melt for him. He always used them, but was particularly heavy on the nicknames when you were upset with him.

“Last night, I told you not to leave marks. But you insisted, and you told me you’d leave a small one.”

“Yes, that happened. So why are you upset with me?”

“Because the hickey I woke up to this morning was anything but small. It took me twenty minutes and half my concealer to cover that shit up! Are you fucking crazy? Are you trying to get us caught?”

JJ moved towards you, probably to take you in his arms, but caught himself just before he did it, glancing up at the boys on the boat.

“I’m sorry, love. I couldn’t help myself. You look so fucking hot with my marks on your neck. It’s too hard to resist. Believe me, I tried.”

“Then try fucking harder, Maybank! Do I need to remind you that your ass is on the line here, way more than mine? Birdie’s not gonna beat my ass if he finds a hickey on my neck, he’s gonna beat yours! And then I get to have a screaming match with my brother after patching you up in the bathroom. I don’t know about you, but that is not the way I want anybody to find out about our relationship.”

JJ opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again with a sigh. He knew you were right.

“You’re right, baby. I’m sorry. I need to gain better self control. It won’t happen again, I’ll listen to you next time. I’m sorry angel, really. Forgive me?”

He was giving you those puppy dog eyes that he knew you couldn’t resist. After a moment of staring into them, you finally gave in. “yes, bebs, I forgive you. But don’t do that shit again, or so help me God…”

Your boyfriend broke out in an ear to ear grin. You could tell that he wanted nothing more than to kiss you and take you in his arms, but he obviously couldn’t. “Thank you! I love you, angel.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, allowing a smile to creep onto your face. “You’re lucky I love you, too. Now come on, I think they have the boat ready to go.”

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A few hours later, everyone is lounging on the boat. You’d been out on the marsh for a good four hours, and the whole group was beginning to grow tired. The late afternoon sun bared down relentlessly on you, warming your skin and causing your body to overheat, despite the fact that you’d been swimming in the cool water for the past hour.

“God, it’s so damn hot out here. Can the sun chill the hell out for a second?” You complained, taking a swig of your beer.

The rest of the group murmured their agreement from various places on the boat. Absentmindedly, you gather your wet hair in your hand, holding it up on the back of your head to try and relieve the heat on your neck.

Big, big mistake.

Unknowingly, you’d exposed the massive hickey on the side of your neck for the entire boat to see.

The makeup you’d piled on that morning had apparently faded while you swam. Your hair covering it was the only thing keeping you from exposing yourself, and now it was revealed.

“What the HELL is that, Y/N?” Your brother was speaking, pointing at your now exposed hickey.

You looked immediately at JJ, whose eyes had gone wide and cheeks were pink.

“Um, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Birdie.” You replied quickly, not knowing what else to do.

“Is that a fucking hickey?” John B was walking towards you now, and your eyes were wide. You backed away from him, but you could only go so far on the small boat. He reached you eventually, pushing the hair from the side of your neck to reveal the bruise once again.

For a moment, your brother was silent. Strangely, this made you even more nervous then if he was screaming and shouting. You knew your brother well enough to know he was composing himself.

So that he wouldn’t strangle somebody.

“Who did it?” he said quietly. His voice was shaking with anger.

“Did what?” Your voice was shaking as well, but with fear for your boyfriend’s life instead.

“Who gave you the fucking hickey, Y/N! Stop playing dumb! Who did that to your neck.”

Panicking, you glanced over at JJ.

Yet another big, big mistake.

This glance was enough for John B to realize what the answer to his question was. You watched the pieces slowly connect in his mind, and then he was speaking again.

“It was YOU?” He rounded on the blonde boy near the edge of the boat. “You’re messing with my baby sister? Are you fucking kidding me, JJ?”

“Calm down, bird! It’s not what you think.” You were immediately at your brother’s side, trying to calm him down before your boyfriend’s body ended up at the bottom of marsh.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Y/N! I think this is exactly what it looks like! It looks like this dickhead has a screwing around with my sister when I specifically told him not to!”

“We’re not just screwing around, John B!” JJ said in defense.

“Really? What the fuck else are you doing that would end with my baby sister having a hickey on her neck?”

“We’re dating!” You burst out. “We’ve been dating. For six months now.”

John B turned towards you immediately after your statement. He looked completely dumbfounded, as if he couldn’t possibly process the information he had just been given.

“Six months?” he echoed, and you nodded.

John B turned back to JJ.

“Surprise?” The blonde boy, hoping to lighten the mood.

Obviously, he was unsuccessful.

“You’ve been messing with my sister for SIX MONTHS, and I’m JUST NOW finding out? What the hell is wrong with you? I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

Before anyone could do anything to stop him, John B was lunging at JJ.

As if he’d been preparing to do so, JJ jumped off the side of the boat, landing cleanly in the water.

John B stood over the side of the boat screaming at him.

You mad eye contact with Kie,who was giggling slightly at the whole situation. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

This was going to be a long night.

~~~~~ A/N: Anddddd there’s the end! I really hope you guys liked this!

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a very merry christmas | day twelve

12 days of christmas masterlist

summary- christmas day with tom and his friends, which ends up being the most stressful one ever

warnings- fluff, swearing, tom being a div

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“how you feeling, tom?” harrison questioned his hyperventilating friend, while patting his back, before harry burst out laughing.

“he looks like he's about to pass out." harry commented between laughs.

"oh piss off," tom mumbled, sitting down on the couch to try and calm his nerves, "i'm fine. it's christmas day after all!"

sam walked in, glancing at his older brother, who's face was pale, "is he having second thoughts?"

"no, god, no." tom shouted, looking at them all.

"i'm going to do it, i-i just-"

"you’re just shitting yourself?" harrison finished.

tom nodded, "basically yeah."

“mate,” harry stated, “she loves you. and you love her. she will say yes.”

tuwaine walked in then, looking at tom and then the others, “is he backing out?”

tom rolled his eyes, but soon the nerves took over.

he’s been planning to propose for months. and as cliche as it sounds, has been aiming to do it on christmas day.

you’ve been dating for three years. tom has never had a longer and stronger relationship with anyone that isn’t you. and for the longest time, he’s felt like he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. by having a family of your own. and eventually grow old together.

but, as much as tom loves you, he’s still nervous.

“i-i just want it to go perfect, you know?” he mumbled, but the sound of the front door opening, with your laugh erupting through the house, pulled tom out of his thoughts.

“hello? i’m back!” you shouted, walking into the living room to see lots of eyes on you.

“right, z i’ve got to go, have a nice christmas.” you said to your phone, ending the call with zendaya before putting it in your back pocket.

“h-hi darling!” tom squeaked, causing you to furrow your brows, walking towards him and kissing his cheek softly.

“hi? you okay?”

tom gulped, “y-yeah perfect, how was work?”

“busy, but i’m glad to be back now.”

tom smiled, kissing your lips, making the boys gag.

“you do realise we’re still here?” harry complained.

“why do you all want a kiss?” you teased.

“no, they don’t.” tom replied, causing you to chuckle at his protectiveness.

“right, i’m going to go and get changed, and then we’ll have dinner!” you spoke, before leaving to room to go to upstairs.

tom looked away from the doorway which you just walked out of, to see his mates smiling at him.

“you’re so wipped.”

tom put his middle finger up at that.

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“when are you doing it?” harrison whispered to tom, after having a christmas dinner.

tom coughed on his drink, looking at you across the room who was playing with tuwaine and sam on the xbox, while harry chanted random curses. tom smiled at you. he loves how well you got on with his friends.

“could you of said it any louder?” tom replied, starring at harrison.

he chuckled, “just trying to help you do it, holland.”

tom glanced at you, blushing at how adorable you looked, before turning fully to face his best friend.

“i’m planning to do it in our annual game of charades.”

“she won’t get it.”

tom scoffed, “how do you know that?”

“you’ll probably spoil it or just think of the most random action to do with ‘will’ and ‘you’ and ‘marry’ and ‘me.’ don’t deny it.”

harrison is probably right.

a couple of seconds of silence went by, before harrison spoke again.

“can i see it?”

“see what?” tom inquired.

“your hand.”

“what?”

“the ring you div. can i see it?”

“ohh,” tom nodded, brining his hand up to his inside jacket pocket, “it’s just-“

tom’s heart dropped.

“shit.”

“what’s happened now?” harrison asked, sipping his drink, as tom’s hands started to shake.

“t-the ring.”

harrison glanced at his panicking friend, laughing, “is it broke? or have you lost it or something?”

“yes.”

harrison spat his drink out, “WHAT?!”

“i’ve lost it.”

“you’re shitting me-“

“everything okay?” you asked, gesturing to the scared boys.

“e-everything is fine sweetheart, go back to playing the game! harry come here now!” tom replied, as harry groaned.

“no! i don’t want to go and not watch the-“

“harry i swear to god, come here right now!” tom shouted, glaring harshly at his brother.

“sorry.” harry smiled at you, leaving the room.

“you better have a good reason that i’m here-“

“tom’s lost the ring.” harrison spat out.

harry dropped his drink.

“you’re kidding me, right? what are you going to do? i can’t believe you tom!”

tom looked at the floor, “harry clean that up right now.”

harrison and harry’s eyes went wide.

“is the only thing you got from that is that i bloody dropped my drink?!”

tom brought his head into his hands, “i-i don’t know what to do! i’m such a bad boyfriend. i can’t even keep a ring safe!”

the two boys glanced at each other.

“right, erm, we’ll help you look. we just have to re-trace your footsteps.”

tom nodded, standing up, “let’s find it.”

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“it’s gone, isn’t it?” tom mumbled into his hands.

“we just have to keep looking, it has to be here somewhere-“

“we’ve been looking for an hour! it’s nowhere!” tom shouted, brining his hands up to his hair, as he paced the room.

tom, harrison and harry eventually told tuwaine and sam, and after a mini argument between them all, they’ve distracted you with tessa while they all looked for the ‘bloody’ ring.

and it’s nowhere.

they’ve all re-traced tom’s steps. from the living room. to the kitchen. even to the garden. but, it’s nowhere.

“do you even need a ring to prop-“

sam never finished his sentence without tuwaine punching him in the arm.

“i’m sorry, mate.” harrison mumbled, while everyone else areeged.

tom stopped pacing, turning to face them all, smiling slightly, “it’s okay. i’ll just have to wait till next christmas to propose.”

“what.”

tom wiped his head around at the small voice, eyes wide as he met yours.

you heard what he said.

“i-i...”

“right, good luck.” harry smirked, patting his brother on the back while they all left the room, leaving a tom who had his mouth wide open.

“you were going to propose?” you questioned, brining a hand up to your mouth, in shock, tears welling up in your eyes.

“no, i mean y-yes i was. but, i’ve gone and lost the ring. i had this whole plan as well love, i was going to do it while we were playing charades. but, i haven’t even got a-“

you cut him off, by planting his lips on his, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him impossibly more closer to you. tom smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, and rubbing his thumb gently across your hip. after a couple, of minutes you grinned up at tom, while he returned the gesture.

“not that i’m complaining or anything,” he cooed, “but, what was that for?”

you chuckled, “what? am i not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?”

“n-no,” he stuttered, “i didn’t mean it like that-“

“i’m kidding, tommy.” you cut him off.

“why then?”

“i-i just...yes.”

“yes?”

“i’ll marry you.”

“even without a ring?”

you laughed, “oh tom. i don’t need a ring to prove how much i love you. even if you are a div who looses stuff, i still love you a lot. and i want to spend my life with you.”

“funny that, i want to spend the rest of my life with you too.” tom smiled, leaning down to press his lips to yours again.

the boys came in again, confused at why it suddenly went quiet, but soon groaned at the sight of you both.

“oh my god, my eyes!” harry screamed, running behind sam.

“get a room!” tuwaine shouted.

you pulled away, laughing at their comments while tom put his middle finger at them all, again.

“congrats anyway!” harrison smiled, hugging you both.

“yeah, but i don’t want to see mini tom and y/n’s running around anytime soon.” sam warned, as eveyone erupted into laughter.

tom pulled you into his side, kissing your forehead, “i can’t make any promises.”

“keep it pg, thomas.” you giggled, patting his chest.

“right, can we play charades now?” harry asked, making everyone roll their eyes, before nodding and walking to the living room.

you smiled up at tom, kissing his cheek one more time before wrapping your arms around him.

but, you suddenly froze, as you felt something strange in tom’s back pocket.

pulling away from his embrace, you put your hand it in, pulling out the object to inspect.

you laughed.

tom sighed.

it was the ring.

“i’m such a div, aren’t i?” tom whispered, rubbing his forehead at the fact he had it on him all this time.

“yes, well you’re my div.”

tom beamed down at you, “merry christmas, my love.”

“merry christmas.”

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a/n- let’s pretend i posted this yesterday instead of today like i said i would ahah but merry christmas! even if you don’t celebrate it, i hope you have a lovely day <3

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[supernaturalfreewill]

Words: 4,705 Dean x Reader Summary: Bobby hatches a plan to try to get you and Dean to reconcile after months apart. Warnings: None! A/N: Angsssst and then a happy ending. What more could one ask for?

Your name: submit What is this?

Dean turned when he heard a car door slamming across the yard and he immediately recognized the vehicle. He rubbed a hand over his mouth and chin and glared at Bobby, who was clearly pretending he hadn’t noticed your arrival and was making himself busy flipping the burgers on the grill.

“Bobby? Are you kidding me?”

Bobby glanced over at Dean carelessly. “What?”

“You called her? Really?” You were making your way up to the house and Dean thought your posture looked stiff.

“Oh, calm down, son. Not everything revolves around you. I lent her some gear and she’s just bringing it back.”

Dean chewed his bottom lip and glared at the back of Bobby’s head. “Uh huh. Uh huh, she just happens to be bringing it back the day I show up here with Sam.”

Bobby smirked to himself. “I don’t know what’s got your panties in a twist but it seems like maybe you have some unresolved issues to deal with…”

“Bobby,” Dean growled.

He finally turned and vehemently pointed at Dean with the spatula. “No. Now you listen to me. You two idjits belong together and everyone knows it. Figure it out!” he spat, before casually turning back around to the grill.

Your boot scuffing on the gravel finally forced him and Bobby to turn. You had a duffel bag slung over one shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to crash the barbeque. You didn’t tell me you had company,” you said pointedly to Bobby. Dean thought he saw you swallow hard and you looked about as uncomfortable as he felt.

“Must have slipped my mind,” Bobby said, giving you a tight smile.

“Mhmm… I’m sure,” you said. You dropped the duffel bag with a heavy thud onto the porch and couldn’t keep your eyes from landing on him any longer—Dean was standing there with his hands shoved into his jacket pockets and although it had been quite a long time since you had seen him, the expression on his face was one you still could readily decode. He was supremely uncomfortable. Bobby was looking back and forth between the two of you but finally turned back to the grill. You were about to open your mouth to say something when the front door swung open and Sam wandered out. He had a novel in one hand and an apple in the other and the slam of the screen door matched perfectly with the struck expression of surprise on his face to see you standing there so unexpectedly. The next moment he was grinning at you and before you could say anything he had you wrapped in a big bear hug, squeezing you tight enough that a little exhaled “Oof!” escaped your lips.

“Y/N! I didn’t—Bobby didn’t tell us—it’s so great to see you!” he said drawing back and taking you in, looking you over. His expression was so open and earnest and warm, just as you remembered, that you couldn’t help smiling back at him despite your annoyance at Bobby’s obvious scheming and the residual anger you felt toward Dean, with a heaping side of discomfort.

“Yeah, well Bobby forgot to mention you’d be here, too,” you said. Sam could hear the edge of tension in your voice and the swell of happiness he had on seeing you began to sink as he glanced over at Dean, trying to read his older brother’s mood. Dean was avoiding looking at you, mainly staring down at his boots.

An uncomfortable silence settled until you cleared your throat awkwardly and picked up the duffel bag again. “Well, I guess I’ll just go dump your gear in the house, Bobby, and then I’ll be on my way.”

“What? No! Y/N, you can’t leave. We haven’t seen you in forever,” Sam pleaded.

Bobby was pulling the last burger off the grill and he looked over at you with an obnoxious little uptick at one corner of his mouth. “I already counted you in for dinner so you have to stay or it’ll go to waste.”

You gave him a knowing look. “Go to waste? You’ve got a fridge. And two giant men visiting. It’ll get eaten or keep just fine…”

“Y/N, you can’t leave,” Sam said again. You made the mistake of meeting his eyes and goddammit, you didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose but those fucking puppy eyes. You couldn’t say no to that expression.

You sighed heavily and passed a hand over your brow, shaking your head a little at yourself for what you were about to agree to. “Alright… I’ll stay for dinner, but that’s it!” you said, vehemently pointing at Sam, who grinned triumphantly.

“Good. Now get on in the house. Sam’s already got the table ready, so we’ll just set an extra place. Dean—” Bobby held the laden burger plate out to him. “Take this in. I’ll be there in a minute. I’m just gonna clean off the grill.”

“Uhh… alright,” Dean said begrudgingly. He followed you and Sam into the house, his apprehension growing. He wanted more than anything to let his eyes wander over you there in front of him, in the flesh, not just some image conjured in his mind late at night when he couldn’t quite drown out his regrets with whiskey or blaring rock music.

“Beer?” Sam asked, opening the fridge.

You heard footsteps behind you and turned, meeting Dean’s striking green eyes for the first time and awkwardly sidestepping out of his way so he could get to the table. He tore his eyes from yours quickly and you felt that familiar twist in your stomach. “Umm, got anything stronger?” you asked, with a wry laugh.

“Stronger?” Sam repeated. “This is Bobby’s house,” he said, walking across the kitchen and opening up a cabinet which was stocked with liquor. “What can I get you?” Sam asked.

“Rye whiskey, neat.” You and Dean had both said it at the same time and your mouth fell slightly open in surprise. He was straightening up from setting down the tray of burgers and this time when he met your eyes he didn’t pull them away.

He smoothed a hand down his shirt and you thought you saw the muscle in his jaw tense. “Sorry,” he murmured.

You just vaguely shook your head. It was the first time he’d really spoken since you had arrived and it was to recite your drink choice as if he had been sitting next to you sipping them in the evening in front of a log fire just the day before. In reality it had been months and months and months since you had even spoken to each other.

Sam watched the extended gaze between the two of you, the air in the room feeling thicker by the second and he thought about making some excuse to leave, but Bobby was expected in at any moment anyway so he cleared his throat and busied himself with a glass and the whiskey. “Comin’ right up.”

“Umm—” Your eyes were still connected with Dean’s and he was finding it hard to look anywhere else now that he had started studying you. “I’m just gonna—jacket…” Dean said, starting to take off his coat and heading out of the kitchen toward the front room. You didn’t want to admit it but just the sound of his voice, deep and somewhat gruff, was threatening to make you weak at the knees. It conjured images in your mind of lost times that were both precious but also now profoundly painful now that they had passed.

When Sam next looked up, you were standing stock straight in the middle of the room, staring in the direction Dean had gone with a queer expression on your face. It was questioning and a bit sad, but Sam noted that there was no hostility. “Here you go,” he said, breaking the spell you seemed to be under and handing you a small tumbler with your drink.

“Oh. Thanks,” you said, accepting it gratefully from him and immediately taking a big gulp.

Sam’s brow furrowed slightly. “Are you alright?”

“Me?” you asked in surprise. You constructed the most casual expression you could and shrugged. “Yeah. Fine. Just… I don’t know what the hell Bobby was thinking—”

“Well, you could ask me yourself,” he said, rushing into the kitchen.

“Good. Fine. What the hell do you think this is going to accomplish?” you asked him in a hurried undertone.

“What? Dinner? Well, I think we’ll all be a bit less hungry at the end of it,” he said, clearly snarky on purpose.

You shut your eyes and gritted your teeth against the wave of annoyance. “You know that isn’t what I mean.”

Bobby sank into the chair at the head of the table. “Dean! Get your hide in here! Time to eat!” He turned his eyes to you again. “Y/N, are you going to join us or are you just—going to run away? Again.” He knew what he was saying. He knew that would get you fired up. And it did. You opened your mouth to argue, feeling another swell of exasperation rising up inside you but Dean was breezing into the kitchen again and taking a seat at the table, leaving the only empty chair the one right between him and Bobby. You felt like the wind just went out of your sails and Bobby smirked at you from his seat.

You bit your tongue and sank into the empty chair.

Dinner was composed almost entirely of Sam and Bobby asking questions of you and you and Dean avoiding looking at each other. You answered the queries as succinctly as you could until Sam finally found something to crack open the hard shell you were holding around yourself.

“Y/N, what happened here?” he asked, pointing to his own forehead above his right eyebrow with a vertical slashing motion. “You didn’t have that scar before, did you?”

Dean’s eyes shot over to your face immediately and you actually froze with your glass halfway to your lips, the next moment setting it back down without any thought of a sip. You cleared your throat and pressed your napkin to your lips briefly, almost as an excuse to hide part of your face for a moment as you steeled yourself against the involuntary torrent of residual fear. “No. No, that one is new.” You had sincerely hoped that Sam would allow you to leave it at that but, of course, he didn’t. And you could feel Dean’s eyes drifting over your face and sense his… apprehension? Concern?

“What happened?” Sam asked, his eyes now narrowed a little in genuine concern too.

“Just a hunting souvenir,” you said, trying to manage your tone so it sounded casual. You avoided everyone’s eyes.

Bobby was considering your body language carefully. He was debating about pressing you further. He could see that there was real fear surrounding that memory. Not only did he now want to know what had happened, but he knew this would break down both you and Dean’s constructed walls. What would be better at getting the dialogue going than vulnerability? “What was the monster?” Bobby asked.

You couldn’t avoid such a direct question without it being blatantly obvious. “Vamp nest,” you said, staring down at your plate. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. The familiar tunneling at the edge of your vision warned of a panic attack and you stood up abruptly, the movement emphasized by the groaning of your wooden chair on the floor. “I need some air.” You practically ran out the front door and onto the porch, leaning heavily on the railing and trying to force your heart and lungs to slow. You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re fine. Just bad memories.

Inside, Dean was staring down the hallway where you disappeared and Sam and Bobby exchanged a concerned look, both now feeling a little guilty for pressing you. Something had happened on that hunt, more than the usual bumps and bruises.

Dean felt a familiar tightness in the center of his chest and even reached a hand up to absently rub at it to no effect. “Someone should go make sure she’s okay,” he said, turning back around to look at his little brother.

Sam nodded. “Yeah, I think you’re right,” Sam agreed, but he made no move to get up. Dean’s eyes next landed on Bobby.

“I agree with Sam,” he said pointedly, also stubbornly leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

Dean’s jaw tense and the muscle twitched. “Oh, come on. I can’t—I’m probably the last person she wants to talk to right now,” he growled.

“Well, then I guess we’ll just leave her out there alone,” Bobby said, reaching for his beer. “She’s a grown up. She’s tough. She’ll be fine.” Dean was stubborn, but so was Robert Singer.

Sam was almost ready to cave and go check on you when Dean stood up abruptly, the same groan from his chair mimicking the one yours had made, swearing under his breath. You heard footsteps coming up the hall and the familiar sound of the squeaky screen door and straightened up. You were surprised to see Dean when you turned.

“Oh—” The noise of surprise escaped your lips involuntarily and Dean shrugged in response.

“Yep. It’s me. …sorry,” he said.

Your heart had slowed mostly back to its usual steady pace and you just stared at the older Winchester for a long moment. The silence was awkward, tense, and you found yourself wondering how long it was going to go on.

Dean shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and stole fleeting glances at your expression. He had to clear his throat. Why did it feel so suddenly constricted. “Umm—are you okay? You left kind of suddenly in there?”

“I’m fine.”

He nodded, his lips pressing together in a thin line, the corners turning downward. “Good. …okay.”

You expected him to leave, having done the bare minimum to check on you, but he just went on standing there. So, you just went on waiting… for what felt like an eternity. You had a feeling that he was teetering on the edge of saying something and you gave him an inquisitive look, one of your eyebrows lifting of its own accord.

Finally, his green eyes rose from staring at his boots and landed on your face. He seemed to decide something in that moment. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“… ‘it’?”

“The hunt. How you got that fresh scar?” he asked, inclining his chin and his eyes flashing toward what had obviously been a good gash on your forehead.

You turned away from him again, trying hard to suppress the flash of fear you felt from changing your expression, and leaned on the railing again, looking out over the junkyard. “Not really,” you murmured.

“Not really or just not to me?” he asked. You were a little surprised at his bluntness and turned to look at him again, but you didn’t say anything. You straightened up again and after giving him one last, long look you sighed.

“I, uhh… I think I’m just gonna head out,” you said. “This was—whatever Bobby was thinking, I just—I’m gonna go.”

You could see Dean chewing the inside of his cheek, nodding ever so slightly, his lips pressed together again. When he spoke there was an edge to his voice. “Sure. Go. I guess the good thing is I’m not surprised this time,” he said.

You felt like you’d been punched in the gut and the air rushed out of your lungs like it had been forced. “What?”

“That’s what you do, isn’t it? You run. When things get hard, you leave. How many other people have you left in your wake in the past six months, hmm? And here I am, fucking stupid enough to somehow experience it twice. Well, at least this one is mostly on Bobby.”

You were breathing fast and hard now, anger and hurt boiling in your chest. “I ran? That’s what you think happened? I just—I just up and ran? Dean Winchester is the sole victim.”

“No, I—”

“It couldn’t have had anything to do with the person I cared about more than anything else in this world lying to me, for months, and betraying my trust over and over again. No, that wasn’t it!” Your tone was dangerous and rising in volume along with your anger.

“I never said that I didn’t fuck up!” Dean roared back. “But you didn’t stick around long enough to even try to fix it—so I obviously,” his jaw clenched, “we obviously didn’t mean that much to you if you were able to just go tearing off like you did!”

You stared at him, incensed at his accusation. Your fists were clenched so tight your fingernails were digging into your palms, and you didn’t give a shit that Sam and Bobby could probably hear every single word.

“I couldn’t even get you on the goddamn phone,” Dean said. “You were just gone! Do you know what Sam and I thought? For months, we thought you were going to go barreling into something and get yourself killed, which is what started this whole thing in the first place! And now you show up here with that new scar on your forehead—what the hell have you been doing? A vamp nest? Jesus, Y/N, do you think you’re fucking invincible? You need back up!”

You broke your dangerous silence violently. “I had fucking back up! I had back up!” you yelled, sounding almost desperate. Dean’s anger broke at that exact moment and he watched you turn away from him again, slumping your weight down onto the railing. “I had fucking back up…” you said quietly.

Dean’s mind was whirring and he had a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach.

You were staring down at your clasped hands. “You really think all I do is run? That’s what you think of me? Well, guess what? I didn’t. My hunter partner, one of my oldest friends, got caught and he tried to tell me to get out and I didn’t. I stayed. And you know what happened? They killed him in front of me and they turned me. I woke up with my head split open and the worst—I somehow managed to fight the bloodlust, murder those sons of bitches, and give myself the cure.” You sighed heavily, hanging your head and shutting your eyes, before straightening up again and looking at Dean. He thought he saw tears starting glisten in your eyes. “So, running or staying, I guess I can’t win.”

Dean was at a loss… He had said so much in hurt, in anger. He felt like a complete jackass. “Y/N, I—”

But you interrupted him and held up a hand. “Just don’t, okay? I don’t want to fight with you, Dean. I’m just… I’m just frickin’ tired. From all of it.” You stepped past him and grasped the screen door handle when he interrupted you again.

“No,” he said suddenly, forcefully. “No. This time I’m not just gonna let you go.” There was a fire suddenly blazing in his green eyes, making it look like the hues in his irises were dancing.

“Let me?”

“That was maybe the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life,” he said. “And I don’t care if you don’t want to fight with me, I want to fight with you. Because I can’t go on like this, pretending that I’ve just moved on and that I’m fine with you not being in my life anymore because I’m not. I have to try. So, let’s fight. And, if at the end of it, you still don’t want anything to do with me, I can—I can try and live with that, because at least I’ll know I tried.”

You peered at him in bewilderment, your hand still on the screen door, but slowly your fingers slipped from it and the glassiness in your eyes returned as you looked at him. “You hurt me so badly—”

“I know. And you’re right about everything you said. I betrayed your trust. I lied to you for months, and the whole time Sam was telling me I was being a fucking idiot, and, God, I hate it when he’s right…” Dean gulped and stepped a little closer to you. He wanted so much to break that space barrier between you, just to touch your arm… just to hold your hand. “And if I could go back and do it over again, I wouldn’t be so insecure and so—so terrified. I would do it all differently. But at least allow me to explain to you—” he sighed in frustration. All his words were trying to come out at once. “I thought that because I was trying to protect you that it was justified. I didn’t—I didn’t—” he let out a frustrated growl at himself, that he couldn’t find the words. “Relationships are a partnership. We were a team. And I went completely against that and I made decisions for me and for you without including you. I see that now. And I’m so, so sorry. But then you just left… you just—” Dean felt like his voice was about to break and stopped. “And that hurt me more than I even allowed myself to realize at the time.”

Your face softened as you looked at him, the evening now wearing on and the diminishing light making his eyes look deeply emerald. Dean watched your lips part a little in a soft frown, saw your shoulders fall a little.

“Everyone leaves,” he said, and in that moment you saw the little kid in him, simply afraid of losing again and again and again. “One way or another everyone leaves and I just—I never thought that it would be you.”

That stung like a hot knife between your lungs and you felt off balance. The silence stretched for a long moment before you broke it with a heavy sigh. “To be fair, neither did I,” you said. You squeezed your eyes shut along with one of your fists. “I was just so angry and so—it was my fight! And you took that away from me. And I can’t get that back. Can you imagine if I had done that to you? What if I had gone off and killed the thing that killed your mom or your dad without you? And had lied about it to you for months?”

“I know,” Dean said, and took a step toward you. “And I’m so sorry.”

You sighed again, feeling like the last of your walls had just come tumbling down, like Dean had pulled one brick out from the bottom and the whole structure collapsed. “Me too.” You realized that, in a way, by leaving as you did you had betrayed his trust in turn.

“Y/N, you have to know that you’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. Every day. Still. Always.”

You felt yourself, your resolve, crumbling further. Dean took another step toward you. “If you don’t feel anything for me anymore, then—please, just tell me right now and I swear I won’t—I won’t bother you again. And I’ll tell Bobby where he can shove his meddling."

You could only gulp nervously and go on looking back at him, the eye contact between the two of you magnetic. You wondered at how earlier in the evening you could barely look at each other and now you couldn’t stop. You felt tears stinging your eyes again and let out a wry laugh, blinking them away. “You’re an idiot,” you said through a teary smile.

Dean stepped a bit closer, his eyes not leaving your face. “I know.”

“This isn’t all just magically fixed—”

“I know,” he said again, his voice now a bit breathy. He was so close you swore you could almost feel the deep timbre in your chest, feel the heat of him, the weight of him.

You stared at him and only had one more second of indecision before you gave in. “Well… kiss me, you idiot.”

Dean didn’t need telling twice. You collided as if you hadn’t spent any time apart. Dean’s arm wrapped around your lower back and his other hand tangled in your hair. The kiss was fierce, insistent and you felt like you were clay softening in a sculptor’s hands. It was blissful to be melting into him again. It felt like you had been underwater for months and were finally able to come up for air. Dean was your air and you drew in deep lungfuls. He deepened the kiss and his hand pressed harder on your lower back, pushing you into him, your body arching against his. He clasped your face and kissed you desperately. Slowly his lips softened on yours and became pleading, gentle, and finally he pulled away slightly and heaved in a deep breath, leaning his forehead against yours, both of you breathless with your eyes closed. Your fingers trailing lightly down his back were familiar and felt like home. Your arm around his neck was comforting, safe. He pulled back so he could look into your eyes and your heart leaped at being able to study his eyes and count the freckles on his nose and cheeks.

“God, I missed you,” he said softly.

You smiled a little at him, still a little overwhelmed. “I missed you.”

His face turned suddenly serious again and he placed a kiss gently on the new scar on your forehead before meeting your eyes again. “I’m sorry that you had to go through that—and I’m—I’m really sorry about your friend.”

Your eyes fell. “Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

Dean’s hands were resting gently on your hips now and you took in another deep breath, just thinking of how much time you had wasted when you should have been right there with him… True, there was work to be done, trust to be repaired, but this felt like someone had just turned on the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. Suddenly, hushed voices just inside drew both of your attention and you caught a glimpse of Bobby shouldering Sam out of the way and both of them trying to sneak back up the hallway, rather unsuccessfully.

You laughed and pressed a hand to your forehead. “Oh no…”

Dean gave you a comical look. “This is going to go right to Bobby’s head.”

“He’s going to go on a total power trip,” you agreed.

“Ehh… honestly, I think given the consequences of his actions I’m kind of okay with it.”

You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Dean pulled you in for another kiss before you could set your heels back down…

[theroguesully]

Prompt 9: First Time (Magna Swing x Fem!Reader)

**First time** **Language?** **Fluff with smut?**

Sitting at the dining table inside the Vermillion Estate with your siblings, you were unable to keep your mind from wandering. Noticing that you hadn't touched most of your food, Feugoleon cleared his throat, catching your attention.

"I understand that this may not be a setting in which you are comfortable with, but I do appreciate you coming. I had not realized that the food might not be to your liking..."

"Oh! Um, no, no. The food is excellent, I just...I have some stuff on my mind."

"I told him it was too fancy for a damn family meal," Mereoleona replied, "But he just wouldn't listen." 

Sitting up even straighter, the prim man bristled, "It's been far too long since we were all able to sit down together. This is a special occasion!"

As the two older siblings argued, the youngest of the four looked at her apologetically, "Well, that didn't take long," He said with a lopsided grin.

Giggling, you looked back at the two arguing fondly, "It has been a while, hasn't it, Leopold?"

The wild-haired boy nodded, chuckling slightly, "They won't tell you, but they both went all out for this; making sure we were all available, brother pestered the cook nonstop to make sure the food was just so, and of course, big sis made sure to let him know he'd make you too uncomfortable with all of this." 

"I missed this."

The rest of the dinner was pretty calm, with the four swapping stories of their latest exploits and a few laughs. 

"Well," your younger brother said, with a satisfied sigh, "I"m going to head out. Can't get stronger by just sitting here." Hugging you, he stood and tramped out of the room, waving over his shoulders. Before disappearing from the room, he called over his shoulder, "Promise we'll do this again sooner!" 

No sooner was he gone did Mereoleona stand and retrieve a bottle of liquor and three glasses from the other room, setting them on the table with a slight thud. 

"So," she huffed, plopping down into her seat, as Fuegoleon poured you each a glass, "How are things with your little delinquent lover-boy?" 

Raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow at you, the copper-haired man passed the glass to you, "Delinquent...lover-boy?" 

"His name is Magna. I feel like I've told you that already, Mereo-Nee-Chan."

Barking out a laugh, the loud woman took a swig of her drink, "I can't be expected to remember everyone's names, can I?" 

You sigh, taking a sip from your glass. 

"But," She says, "If he's that important to you, I guess I'll try to remember the twerp's name."

You shoot her a grateful smile, before turning your attention back to your older brother. "He's the other fire magic-user in the Black Bulls."

"Ah, yes. The...loud young man in the sunglasses, correct? I had heard you two were...close."

"Keeping tabs on me, Fueggy-Nii-San?" You questioned, snorting out a laugh. 

Straightening his blouse and clearing his throat, he met your eyes, "I may just be your half-brother, but you are still my little sister, and your well-being is important to me."

Family is family, Nii-San. I love you all, too, so let's drop the 'half-sibling' thing, shall we?" You said as you reached across, putting your hand on his with a smile. 

"Anyways," the other female stated, a toothy grin on her face, "Before things get too soft, let's get back to the question. How are things?"

"I mean...things are alright with us, I think."

"You think?" She asked, raising an unruly eyebrow, "They either are or aren't."

"Has he done something to cause you discomfort or displeasure?" The seemingly austere man across from you asked, an icy edge beginning to enter his voice. 

"No, no, no. He hasn't done anything," You reply quickly. "That's the problem," You add under your breath as you finish off your glass. 

"Okay, that's it," Your sister reaches over, refilling your glass, "Spill." 

"Yes, please know you can tell us anything."

"Okay, but remember, you asked for this," You say, taking a large swig of your drink. "My boyfriend won't touch me! Sure, he'll hold my hand, he'll hug me, we've even kissed, but that's it! Last night, I actually got him to make out with me, but once it looked like things were going somewhere, he left. He just...left." 

The two stared at their younger sister, not sure how to respond to her outburst. 

"Well, I-I am unsure what to do with that information," Fuegoleon remarked, taking a voracious gulp from his glass. 

A week had passed since that conversation, but Mereoleona hadn't stopped thinking about it. This fact is what led to the current situation as both older Vermillion siblings approached the Black Bulls base, both radiating different energy. While she oozed confident determination, Fuegoleon, though stone-faced and polished as always, radiated a somewhat more uncomfortable energy than usual. As he stopped at the door, fist raised to knock, the fierce woman simply slammed open the door and marched in. From the couch, Yami sighed, turning the page of his newspaper, "This isn't your base." 

Neglecting pleasantries, she stated, "We're looking for your fire-twerp."

"You're sister isn't here. Mission."

"Magna Swing, we'd like to speak with Magna Swing," Fuegoleon said with a sign.

At just that moment, Magna came around the corner, catching a glimpse of who was looking for him, "Someone looking for-Nope. Couldn't be me. Cool, see ya guys!" As he tried to make a swift getaway, he felt one of Mereoleona's fiery paws latch onto his head. "Dammit, what the hell?! Let go of me," The bespectacled man screamed, flailing about, "I didn't do anything!" 

Dropping him in front of the eldest Vermillion siblings, their eyes boring into him, an intimidating presence just rolling off of them in waves. 

"I bet they're here to kick your ass for dating their baby sister, dumbass," Yami said in a disinterested tone, eyes never leaving his paper. 

Turning back to them, a determined gleam in his eye, "I see what this is. I'm just a commoner, so you think I'm not good enough?" He jabbed a finger at them indignantly. "Well, just so you know-" His rant was cut off by Mereoleona pinching his sharp nose in between her fingers. Leaning in close, an unsettling smile on her lips, she let out a short, gruff laugh, "You know? I kinda like you, kid." 

With an exasperated sigh, Fuegoleon put his face in his hand, "That is not what we are here for, although I might almost prefer it to why we are actually here." 

You arrived back at the hide-out after your mission days later, finding it quiet and seemingly empty. You set your things in your room, then step into the shower to clean off all the grime from your travels. Your mind strays to your short-tempered boyfriend, whom you assume is on a mission. You came to the conclusion days ago that maybe the fact that you're half royal was too much for someone who had zero patience for royals and their bullshit. You figured that's why he didn't let things go further physically and that he would probably be ending things soon.  You hadn't told him this, but you were sure that you were in love with him, so the thought of you not being enough hurt. Wrapping your towel around yourself, you walk into your room and yelp in surprise. "M-Magna?!" 

"Oh damn. Oh shit. I'm sorry! I didn't realize! I'll just...look over here. " The man jumped up from your floor, turning to face the wall. 

"Yeah...wouldn't want your eyes to bleed," You stated with a wry chuckle.

"Not where I'm worried about blood pooling..." Magna muttered under his breath so you wouldn't hear. 

'I'm not going to be able to get that sight out of my head. Gotta stop thinking about it. Don't think about it, don't think about it.'

"Okay, all clear," You said, "You can turn back around."

As he turned, you took in the area he had been sitting, finding two plates of food on a blanket. 

"I thought you might be hungry," He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. You couldn't help but smile softly at the gesture as you sat. 

You both started eating in silence; you could tell he wanted to talk, so you waited. Taking a deep breath, he placed his hands in his lap. "I think we should talk." 

"Okay," You replied, refusing to look at him. You felt your chest tighten, sadness creeping in.

"I'm so sorry...I had no idea I made you feel so unwanted." 

"Huh?" Your gaze shot to him, surprised, finally taking in the sight of him; his hair was messier than it normally was, and he didn't have his sunglasses on as he stared at you, remorse written clearly on his face.

"Um, you're brother and sister came by...They wanted to have a talk with me about how you were feeling."

"Oh, God. Oh my God, this is mortifying," You covered your face with your hands, unable to look at him any longer. "Just please stop," You lamented, laying back onto your floor, "I understand you don't want me. Let's just leave it at this, okay? We both walk away and pretend it never happened." 

You hear him stand and slowly walk to you, standing above you for a minute before finally sitting down so close that you can feel his body heat. 

"I do want you. I have for a while. It's just, I've never been this close to anyone, never let anyone in like this, and I didn't want to rush things." He brought one of your hands away from your face, placing a gentle kiss on your wrist. "You have no idea how hard it is to hold back." Leaning over your body, he pressed his nose to yours, "Besides," He lowered his voice, "I know you're inexperienced, wouldn't wanna scare you off." He chuckles as you smack his chest, "You're a virgin, too, you delinquent!"

"No need to be rude!" He laughed, grabbing both your hands and placing them above your head. Noticing the position you're in, a sweet blush dances across your cheeks, giving away just how innocent you were. Magna feels an all too familiar feeling stirring as he leans in and places a kiss on your lips, hand coming down to cup your cheek. As he pulls away, you grab his shirt, bringing him in for another kiss, causing him to gasp slightly in surprise. You took that opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. He lays back onto his side, bringing you with him, pulling you close.  As his hands began to roam your sides, a small moan escapes your lips. You hook one leg over his, circling your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Feeling the tightness in his pants, he pulls away slightly, eyes searching your face, memorizing this moment as though afraid he'd miss something. 

Giving him a soft smile, you stroke his cheek, "If you don't want-"

He places a finger to your lips, quieting you. 

"I've never wanted, never needed someone the way I need you. But," He breathed, "I need you to tell me that you want this, too."

"I do. I want this, I want you." 

He placed another soft kiss to your lips before pulling away more, discarding his shirt, and removing your clothing, slowly, kissing each newly exposed bit of skin. 

"Shit," He whispered, taking in every inch of your body, "Who gave you the right to look this fucking perfect?" He leaned back over you, mouth latching on to your neck, as his fingers trailed down to the apex between your legs. His fingers were somewhat clumsy and inexperienced, but he watched your expressions, determined to please you. Emboldened by the new sensations, you reach down, cupping him through his pants, and all Magna could do was bite down on the area where your neck and shoulder meet to muffle his groan. Your grip tightens lightly as you feel one of his fingers slip in, then another, causing your back to arch off the floor. Spurred on by your noises of approbation, he uses his thumb to continue working the small nub, bucking into your hand. You feel the pressure tightening in your belly as you grab his hand, stopping him. He stalls his movements, a questioning look on his face.

"I want you. I want to cum with you inside me," You panted. 

He stared at you for a moment, dumbstruck as he took in your words, before finally removing his pants. Gripping his engorged member and lining up with you, rubbing against your slit a little, he looked at you, clearly struggling to keep calm, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm so sure."

Inhaling through his teeth, he slid in slowly, giving you time to adjust. It stung a bit at first as tears pricked your eyes, but once he was fully in, that pain gave way to pleasure. Rutting against him, you urged him to move, bringing him in for an urgent kiss. Hands grasping at each other, lips and tongues seeking out any bare skin they could reach, you both moved together, clumsily at first but quickly finding a rhythm. 

Magna wasn't sure how long you both had been at it, but he knew with you sweating and writhing beneath him, his name falling from your lips, he wouldn't last much longer. Reaching between the two of you, he sought out that small button once more, timing his ministrations with his thrusts. Digging your nails into his back, you felt the warm rush of pleasure suddenly rip through you with a soundless scream. He couldn't handle your body contracting, squeezing around him, and his own climax soon followed. 

Rolling onto his back, he pulls you in close, arms wrapping around you. "Your big brother is going to kill me for this, isn't he?"

"Is-is that really what you're thinking about right now?" You ask, astounded. 

"Was just think how unbelievably worth it it'd be," He grumbled, placing a kiss on your temple. 

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Boke. Chapter 3

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: Family trip w/ kuroo and kenma to Tokyo

Warning: Slight angst, cursing, heartfelt moment

Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Kenma Kozuken, and Kuroo Tetsurō

3rd person:

“Kenma, when are you going to get here, Hiroto, looking for you” buckling your son down inside his car seat, you're waiting for your walking wallet to answer. “Umm I’ll say in two minutes. I had to stop and pick something up. Whose car are we talking to the amusement park?”

Yes you heard that right you guys are going to an amusement park, and not just any, you guys are going to TOKYO DISNEY!

Tetsurō wanted to spoil his nephew, so he called up his rich boyfriend knowing his sister and nephew is his weak spot. “Well Tobio’s parents heard where we’re going and let us take one of their cars. So rest assured you don’t have to buy a bigger car for the trip” you teased him.

“Okay anyways I’m about to pull up. I just need to put some stuff inside for when we come back on Sunday and we can leave.” You said bye after he said that and faced Hiroto to see him reaching for his bottle.

“You ready to gee oji-san and go to Tokyo” cooing to your son. You continue to play with him in the backseat waiting for everyone. After 5 mins you saw the guys lock the door and load the car up.

“Okay guys here’s the plan. Every hour we have to stop to let Hiroto get changed and have a break from his car seat. We’ll stop for breakfast and a snack along the way. At 2 I made a reservation to a restaurant in Tokyo for us, once we arrived. Okay that’s it I’m going to sleep. He kept me up all night. He didn't want Tobio at all.”

Tobio who was sitting on the opposite side of Hiroto mumbled under his breath.

∞ 1 hours later

“Oi (n/n) wake up we’re at Lawson Kageyama changing Hiroto, so what do you want while I go in the store?” Kenma was slightly shaking you waiting for your answer.

“ I want two dorayakis, royal milk tea, and two cold georgia café au lait pls. And for Roto a yogurt and the calbee veggie fries.” Kenma just nodded and walked into the store.

“So Tes when you are going to propose? You guys have been together for almost 3 years. I want to know so I can keep my schedule open. I’ll let you know my photography skills are wanted by all.” Wiggling your eyebrows at your older brother.

“I actually planned to do it after you graduate. I want everyone to be free and I want Hiroto to be able to walk so he can be the ring bearer and maybe you can be a part of it.”

Before you could respond Tobio and Kenma walked out the door heading back. ���We’ll talk about this later, Tes” you glared at him.

“We got the snacks. Which one do you want first, your coffee or tea. Also do you want both dorayakies or one?” Tobio was looking through the bag pulling his and Hiroto’s stuff out waiting for your answer.

“Um the tea and one dorayaki please Tobi”, he just nodded and started to pull your stuff out. “Oh shit I forgot to mention warm milk for Hiroto” you realize after fishing the bottle out of his bag.

“Sis don’t worry his daddy got it” Kuroo smirked. “Please never say that in front of me ever again” You groaned at your brother. “Why that’s you were saying the other night at the top of your lungs” he chanted back to you.

“KUROO TETSURŌ IF I HEAR YOU TALK LIKE THAT AGAIN IN FRONT OF MY SON I WILL FIRST BEAT YOUR ASS AND THEN CALL AND TELL MOM ON YOU!”

∞ a few hours later

You guys finally reached Tokyo at around 1:30. After stopping at your father’s house to freshen up you guys got back in the car to go to Chano-Ma.

After hearing it was fine to bring your own baby food and special places for breastfeeding and diaper changing it was a mom’s dream restaurant. Also smoking was prohibited from 11-5pm..,best place to go.

“You guys are ready to go to the best restaurant around.” They all looked at you as if you were crazy. “(N/n) honey it’s just a restaurant. You used to live in Tokyo. Also I've been to the restaurant before and when I invited you to come you said this place sounded boring”.

” Well Kenma I’m a mom now that changes the game. The more child friendly the place is the better. Back me up Tobi”. Kageyama didn’t know what to do so he just pretended to sleep.

“Guys come on let go , it's 1:50 let’s check in” Kuroo stated. After Kageyama put Hiroto into his harness, you guys walked in and went to your seats.

“Tobi, you can sit him down. The mats are soft enough for him. Also order as much as you want Tes said it’s on him” exclaimed. Tetsurō just stopped and all the color drained from his face at those words.

∞ after eating

After leaving the restaurant and deciding to explore parts of the city. “GUYS GO OVER THERE AND POSE. I have my camera on me to let me take some pictures. Hurry, the lighting is fading”.

Pushing everyone into position you got down and angled the camera and went to work. You probably looked crazy to others ,but the true photographer in you just loved the area you were in.

Bright lights and the calm atmosphere at that time of day gave off a perfect vibe. But, the one picture that you loved the most was when you took of Tobio and Hiroto by themselves.

Hiroto was settled into Kageyama’s arms looking up at the building. Kageyama was staring down at him. The light basked on them respectively, showing the pure love that was between them.

The second picture that took your breath away was one with Tetsurō and Kenma together. Kenma was on Tes’s back. They were smiling at each other. Kenma actually had a genuine smile. His hands were intertwined with your brother’s.

Just like Kageyama’s picture, this one the light was center stage and the background was fading. Making them stand out in their surroundings. You were definitely going to print these photos out later.

∞ after the photo shoot

“Hey Tes remember this was the spot Dad told us he was going to remarry Mom?” Kageyama and Kenma decided to get some ice cream from the store where you were standing in front of. “Yeah I do. You cried and I still don’t know why”

“Well one was that I was happy he found someone. That’s pretty hard to do. Secondly I felt bad that I would have to replace my mother. But, once I found out it was Mom it got better. Since she helped raise me when my mother was in the hospital.” you turned to face him.

“Kiddo you know what, mom is super proud of you. She would love Hiroto.” Tetsurō laughed remembering his late step-mother.

“She’s your biological mother ,but when dad first left my mom back in the day. She was there for me and you know what...she said that if either of us wanted to have a child and it’s a boy to name them Hiroto. That's why I picked the name when you asked me.” You just stared at him in disbelief.

“Why didn’t you tell me Mom picked the name and not you.?” Kuroo thought about what to say for a moment. “Well I knew being pregnant and without your mother was already hard for you. As your older brother I didn’t want to make you even more depressed than you already was.

“Boke...even if mother is not here, I had you, father, and mom” you began. “Yeah my biological mother died, but I had you guys there for me. I know I’m the baby of the family ,but I’m a big girl now. I can take it” you laughed at him and punched his arm.

“Hey I was trying to have a heartfelt conversation with my little sister. But for real, if you need something talk to me. I hate that I live far from you. And also about the propo-“

“Hey guys we got the ice cream”

A/n: so they order I put in for Kenma is actually what I usually get from Lawson when I live in Japan. Secondly the restaurant we went to is an actual restaurant.

A/n .2: I want to apologize for taking forever to get this out. My mental health just been all over the place and I couldn’t bring my self to write something that wouldn’t be good. But, now it’s stable so I’ll try to post quicker

Spanish word of the day: el helado (ice cream)

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My Adoring Fan ch. 3

Chapter 2 chapter 4

“Damn it. I keep missin’ the door handle...” The half demon grumbled as she kept reaching for the knob. Eventually, it occurred to her that maybe she should use her right hand to feel around for it and open it that way. As she opened the door, she stuck her head in the door way, not wanting to invade her favorite human’s space fully.

“Maaaaaax, can I ask a favor of you?”

“I don’t know, can you?” Max teased before turning her attention to the cambion, “What do you need, Sunshine?”

As slight blush crossed her cheeks at the nickname, “I was, uh.... I was wondering... if you’d watch while I cook ta make sure I don’t hurt myself...” Azalea looked down, embarrassed. She had just been making a fuss about feeling like she was being babied and now here she was, asking for help when she could do it herself if she tried hard enough.

“Yeah sure. I thought it was your brother’s turn to cook tonight?” She sets the spell book she was studying down.

“He’s not doin’ too hot right now... So he asked if I would do it instead since Zulima’s not allowed anywhere near the kitchen when it comes to cooking dinner.”

“How about I cook tonight instead and you can help me?” The human offered. “I live here too so there’s no reason I can’t cook in place of one you two. By the way your cousins not that bad of a cook. I find it to be enjoyable actually.”

“Are... Are we eating the same cooking?”

“You two are just picky,” She stuck her tongue out at Azalea and Azalea repeated the action.

“C’mon then, let’s go before Hakan starts to destroy the house. Snacks will only satisfy the kid for so long.”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.” Max rolled her eyes with a soft smile.

“That’s what she said,” The half-demon laughs at her own joke

“Azalea!”

“Bye!” The girl takes off, heading toward the kitchen.

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“Heya, weeb supreme, what’s got ya so bent out of shape?” Azalea asks as she ruffles Henry’s purple hair.

“My favorite idol is going on hiatus and she has no plans to come back yet” The boy’s eyes were wet with tears. “How could she do this to her fans.”

“Bruh... she’s a person too. Maybe she just wants a break, did ya ever think of that?”

“Yeah but she could have told us sooner instead of just dipping on us like that!” Henry puffs out his cheeks. "A normie like you wouldn’t understand what it feels like to just be abandoned like that.”

“What did you say?” She asks as a threatening aura emanating from her. “Pretty bold of ya considerin’ you’re scared of everything up to your own shadow.”

“N-Nothing,” He squeaks. “Sorry.”

“Thought so. Now off with ya. Go play some games or somethin’.”

Henry nodded and scrambled out of the kitchen as Max came in.

“What’s his deal?” She asks.

“Oh nothin’,” Azalea smiled. “Just angsty weeb things, nothin’ to worry ‘bout.

“Mhm, sure,” Max was doubtful. “Just get the good out alright?”

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“Yo, ‘Relius, how ya feeling?” Azalea barged into her twin's room before promptly running into the side of his desk. “Oww,”

“You just do not learn, do you?” The younger twin chuckles at the ridiculous of the scene. “Why don’t you have that dumb stick the doctors gave you so you know what’s in front of you on that side?”

“’Cuz its stupid. I got one eye left so I don’t need it.” Azalea pouts as she rubs her hip where she bumped into the desk.”

“You very clearly do considering you misjudged where my desk was and the amount of lamp posts you ran into on our way to school last term.” Aurelius sighs, “If you go back home with any more bruises from running in to shit, you’re gonna give Dad a stroke.”

“Eh, I’ll figure it out eventually. He worries too much.”

“Whatever you say, ‘Zay, whatever you say. Anyway, I’m doing better, thanks for asking. Has Henry stopped fussing over that idol yet?”

“Prolly not. Who knows with him...” She shrugs. “So, about that letter...”

“You’re not fighting anybody.” Aurelius shuts her down quickly, “I don’t even know who sent it other than an initial.”

“Boo, you whore,” She made her way over to his bed and plopped down on it. “Anywho, peppers are in the oven. Max cut ‘em for me and I stuffed ‘em.”

“Thought you wanted to do everything by yourself? Or is it different with her?” He teased.

“Shaddup!” Azalea threw his pillow at him. “It ain’t like that okay?”

“Suuuuure,” He laughed as his sister’s face turned beet red. “We all know the truth, Simp.”

“Stoooop! She’s just my friend!”

“But you don’t want her to be~” he says in a loud sing-song voice, hoping Max might overhear them, “Admit it ‘Zalea. You’ve got a crush.”

“Lower your voice and stop teasing me!”

“Not until I hear you say it.” He smiles.

“You’re a sadist, ya know that? Why do you do this to your only sister?!”

“Because it’s fun for me. Now say it.”

“Fiiiiiiiine,” the older half-demon groans, “I've got a crush on my friend.” It's said in a mumble.

“Huh? Couldn’t hear you. Could you say that again?” Unknown to her, Aurelius had started recording her confession.

“I said I have a crush on Max! There I said it! Happy?” She practically yells as her face turns an even deeper shade of red.

“Oh, yes I am.” He chuckles as he stops recording and Azalea realizes the mistake she’s made.

“You delete that right now!”

“Come over here and make me.” He gets up and pockets his phone as she dives at him.

With a quick dodge to the right where she can’t see him, Aurelius books it down the hall and down the stairwell. Azalea gives chase but runs smack dab into a wall which buys the younger twin more time to get out of the house. As he passes the common room where everyone is hanging out waiting for dinner, he yells out,

“I’m going out. My sister’s going to kill me. Don’t wait up.” And with that he’s out the door and dashing down the sidewalk and into the night.

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She was doing her last-minute shopping before the new school term started next week. As she shouldered her bags, the now on hiatus idol steps out of the shop when she gets nearly run over by Aurelius who was still trying to put as much distance between him and Azalea as possible.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” He says as he helps her up, he’s slightly out of breath. “I should have been watching where I was going.”

She’s a little starstruck as she stares up at him. She was hoping they would meet soon, she just never thought they would literally crash into each other. “I- Oh no, I’m alright. Don’t worry about it. What about you? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m alright,” he smiled. “Thanks for asking though.” Aurelius keeps looking behind him for any signs of his sister.

“Were you running from someone...” She pretends not to know his name. She needs a reason to introduce herself after all.

“Yeah, my sister. I have something she really doesn’t want anyone hearing.” He doesn’t introduce himself, assuming she already knew who he was which wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t need to know that. “I assume you already know my name, but I’ve never seen you around town before... Are you new here?”

“No, I don’t. And yes, I’m transferring to RAD this term.” The succubus thinks she has a pretty good poker face but he gives her an odd look- like he’s surprised. “My name’s Persephone, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Persephone.” he thinks she lying but she has no tells that he can recognize. If she is, maybe she’s only lying so he doesn’t feel uncomfortable for nearly plowing over a fan of his.

“You really don’t know who I am? Do you read DevilStyle teen?” Persephone only shakes her head, another bald-faced lie. “Well, that’s refreshing. My name’s Aurelius.” he holds a hand out to her with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

The succubus takes his hand and shakes it with a smile on her face but internally she’s screaming.

“So which dorm are you in?”

“The House of Sorrow.” Her response makes him stop.

The House of Sorrow? And her name starts with a ‘P’... Oh.... Oh no. Okay, play this cool, man. Don’t act weird about this. She seems normal enough so maybe it’s not her. Ahh but it’s as Uncle Asmo always says: ‘Crazy hides well underneath normal’.

“AURELIUS! WHERE’D YOU GO, YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

“And that’s my cue. Sorry to cut this short but I have to get moving.” He says as he brings his demon form out. “Maybe we’ll have classes together at school. I’ll see you around, Persephone.” He hopes they don’t. In fact, if she is ‘P’, he hopes they never meet again but he’s trying to act personable. “Bye!” And as soon as he came, he was gone- soaring high into the sky. “By the way, you might want to take a few steps back! My sister’s about to come barreling through here in a matter of seconds!

The former idol can only nod as she thinks he looks even more beautiful in person.

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My Sister’s Best Friend- ch 34

The Elementalists au

Beckett x Oriana

Words: 1920

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Warnings: Slightly NSFW. Most of it is fluff.

Katrina Harrington is only two years older than her younger brother Beckett. Her best friend, Oriana Miller, is practically part of the family. After spending one year abroad, Katrina and Oriana return home, and Beckett finds himself enchanted by the red-haired beauty. Something changed between them while she was gone and now that’s she’s back, can he summon the courage to tell her how he’s truly felt all these years, or will she continue to only be his sister’s best friend?

It had been a wonderful couple of days with Oriana and her parents. This is how Beckett always pictured what the holidays should be like; warm, inviting, full of laughter and smiles. Now, it’s Christmas Eve, and Beckett can barely contain his excitement to give Oriana her gift. He’s not sure if he should give it to her now, or wait until the morning. He doesn’t know how she’s going to react to it. It’s nothing fancy, in fact, it’s fairly simple, but there’s a lot of meaning in it.

As they get ready for bed, Beckett sits on her bed awkwardly. When she came back from showering and brushing her teeth, her eyebrows furrowed as she took in the sight of him.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so.” He nodded.

“Okaaaaaay. Well, the shower’s open if you want to hop in.”

“I was wondering if we should exchange gifts tonight. You know, in case you don’t like what I got you, I won’t have to be humiliated in front of your parents.” He rushed out.

“What, did you get me a thong or something?” Oriana laughed as his ears grew hot.

“No, no, nothing like that. But it’s um…it’s…personal.” He squeaked out.

She sits next to him on the bed. “Gotta say you’re freaking me out a bit. I don’t mind if we do our own little gift exchange tonight, but I’m definitely worried about what it is, now. Is it something that if someone saw, it would be embarrassing?”

He swallowed, hard. “It depends, I guess.”

“Well…if it’s that private…I guess we should do it tonight. But your present is already under the tree, so I’ll have to go get it. You get ready for bed, and I will be back.” Oriana glanced back over her shoulder at him as she reopened the door and walked back into the hallway.

Beckett’s heart was racing as he quickly got in the shower and brushed his teeth. When he went back into Oriana’s room, she was sitting on her bed again, a small gift in hand. Nervously, Beckett closed the door and took out his own small gift from his bag. He handed it to her, but remained standing. She rose an eyebrow.

“Seriously, you are freaking me out, Beckett. If that’s an engagement ring, you need to put that away, cuz I’m not opening it. No offense.”

At that remark, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, it’s not a ring. The box is too big for a ring. And I would never, ever propose on a major holiday.”

She nodded slowly. “Alright.” She ripped the wrapping paper off and paused at the sight of the velvety black box. “Why do I feel like this is a huge moment?”

“I don’t know…because I’m overreacting.” He bit his lip.

“Mm, probably.” She agreed before opening the box, staring at the item before meeting his eyes again. “Beck…”

“It’s stupid, isn’t it? I’ve never given a gift like this before; I didn’t know what I was doing. This is all so…surreal, Oriana. Anyways, we’ll just pretend I never gave it to you, and you never saw it. I’ll go out tomorrow and buy whatever you want.” He knows he’s rambling, but there’s no stopping him now. “I knew it was dumb; I’m so glad you didn’t open it in front of your parents, that would have just been so…”

“Beckett, shut up.” Oriana was grinning at him. “This is what you were so afraid of? I love this, how could I not love this? I really thought it was going to be a ring or something, now that would have been embarrassing, because you know what I would say if you gave me that right now. But this...” She trailed off, her smile growing even wider. “This is genius.”

“…Really?” He whispered.

“Really.” She told him, standing up and giving him a sweet kiss. “You know me so well; I can’t believe you were nervous about this.”

“But…Do you get what it means?”

Oriana carefully took out the two interlocked metal puzzle-piece keychains; each one had an engraving. “I think so…but maybe you should tell me yourself, just in case.” She winked.

Still feeling nervous, Beckett separated them. “I will keep this one.”

“Her One” Oriana murmured the engraved words.

“And you’ll keep this one.” He held the other piece of the puzzle out to her, and she gingerly took it back.

“His Only” Oriana whispered.

“Because you’re the only one I’ve been with, and you’re the only one I’ll ever want.” He held his breath as he waited for her reaction.

Her eyes were swirling with emotion. “This is…the most precious thing anyone has ever given me, Beckett. Thank you, so much.”

His eyes lit up. “I did good?”

“You did amazing.” She confirmed.

Beckett blew out a breath of relief. “Oh, thank goodness.”

Oriana’s laugh may as well have been trumpets to his ears, and when she retrieved her keys, she immediately slipped her new puzzle piece to the ring. “Well? Where’s your keys?”

“In my coat. Downstairs.”

“Downstairs…” She repeated. “Well, that’s a shame, because unfortunately…” Oriana stepped away from him and towards her door, turning the lock before facing him again. “…I’m not letting you leave this room.”

“You can’t lock the door!” Beckett gasped, his heart beginning to race.

“Uh, it’s my room, so yes I can.”

“Ori, I’m not doing anything that your father would disapprove of.”

She smirks. “Relax. I’m just giving you your present. But I wanted to see your reaction to that.”

Beckett narrowed his eyes. “You’re messing with me again.”

Oriana shrugged innocently. “I didn’t ask you to do anything, Beck. I just want to thank you properly. Maybe it’s silly, but knowing that you’re the only person whose piece will fit mine…it’s reassuring, and I can tell you put a lot of thought into it.”

Beckett reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You have no idea.”

“I think I do, actually. Knowing you, I bet you made a list of pros and cons for everything that crossed your mind, gift-wise.”

Beckett blushed. “You know me so well, too, Oriana.”

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before turning back to her bed, and retrieving the small gift-wrapped item. “Here.”

Beckett carefully removed the green wrappings, revealing a round aluminum box. He gently lifted the cover and gasped when he saw the piece inside. “Ori! I’ve always wanted a compass like this!!”

He can’t believe it. He always thought the old-style compasses and pocket watches were the coolest thing, even though he knew most people would not agree. He gingerly traced the glass face with his fingers, admiring the bezel and admiring the smooth way it tilted in direction as he slowly circled the room with it. “This is brilliant!”

Oriana cleared her throat. “Um…look at the inscription.”

Beckett’s eyes immediately went from the compass portion to the engraved text on the top, now tracing over those letters, before meeting Oriana’s gaze.

“Always under the same sky” He murmured.

Oriana just shrugged and looked away, a noticeable blush on her own face. “It’s just…ya know… You were always so lonely…and I never want you to feel that way again. It’s just a reminder, really, that I’m never too far away. Depending what country you’re in there’s differences, obviously, but in the end, the whole world shares the same sky.”

Beckett pulled her into a crushing hug. “I don’t care about the whole world.”

She hugged him tightly back, and they just stayed there for several minutes, until he thought of something else. He pulled back, searching her eyes. “You would have given that to me in front of your family?”

Oriana blinked, then giggled. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I? There’s nothing to be ashamed of here, Beckett. Haven’t you learned that by now?”

His heart swelled. “I know. I just thought…I don’t know what I thought. You’re amazing.”

“Right back at you. I am glad we did this now, it’s more intimate this way. Since apparently both of us had something personal to add…although…I have one more gift for you.”

“Ori, you really didn’t…he gasped when he felt her hands unbuckling his belt.

“Don’t worry, it’s not costing me a thing.” She teased, before he felt her hot breath against his ear. “It’s your Christmas blow-job.”

Her voice was raspy as she unzipped his pants and began tugging them down.

“No, no, no, we can’t. I can’t do this here. Your dad…”

“Isn’t around. Besides, don’t tell me you’ve never thought of this before.”

His pants fell to his feet. “I…I never knew what your room liked like.”

“Never imagined me in your own room?”

He burned crimson. “That’s not the point!”

“Well then.” She’s giving him a look of triumph. “Fantasy fulfillment time.” She dropped to her knees, taking his briefs down with her, his dick springing loose. When he looked down at her, he was met with lustful eyes.

“But you have to be quiet.” She whispered.

“Ori, no!” He whispered back frantically. “You don’t understand; if we do this, I will never be able to look your dad in the eye ever again. Even if we’re quiet and get away with it, one look at my face in the morning will give it away!”

“Seriously, Beckett?”

He nodded again. “I’m sorry, it’s just…well he’s mentioned how you shouldn’t lock your door while I’m here, and how I’m so respectful that he has no worries. I don’t want to get kicked out, Oriana. Your parents trust me, and I can’t do anything to break that.”

Oriana slowly got to her feet, accepting his hand as help.  “Fine, whatever. I’m tired anyway.”

“Are you mad? Please don’t be mad.”

She let out a strangled laugh. “Are you kidding me? You’re a fucking saint, Beckett Harrington. Why the hell would I be mad at you for respecting my parents too much to even remotely cross a line? Geez, if my Dad knew…”

“He can’t know anything!”

“…he’d probably give you a medal for World’s Best Boyfriend.”

He hurriedly pulled his pants back up. “Wait, what?”

She gave him a strange look as she climbed into bed. “Are you actually asking me that right now? Do you have any idea how many freaking fathers would want you to be the one their precious daughters spend their time with?”

He climbed in next to her. “No, I don’t. Are you saying I’m odd?”

She laughed lightly again. “I’m saying that you’re a keeper. I feel like I should be offended right now, but I can’t. You’re just so damn good.”

“Oh…” Beckett quickly turned off the lamp next to the bed. He must be a million shades of red, and he’s still not sure if he did the right thing. Is there a right thing in this type of situation? Is he really one of the only men that would turn down a blow job?

“Shit.” He heard her curse, and get out of bed.

“What?” He asked to her dark shape moving in the room. A second later he heard a faint click.

“I forgot to unlock the door.” And then she was beside him again, turning on her side and resting her head on his shoulder, and her arm strung across his abs. He felt a light chuckle and a tiny shake of her head, before her grip on him tightened. “Goodnight, Beckett.”

“Goodnight, Oriana.”

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[broadstbroskis]

I’m desperate for childhood best friends to lovers with Kevin Hayes right now. If you’re feeling up for it.

i live for childhood friends to lovers. please anyone, if you’re ever soft for childhood friends to lovers, feel free to hit me up

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The earliest memories of your life are foggy, but they have two things in common: the chill of an ice hockey rink and Kevin Hayes.

Early on, it was your mothers dragging the two of you along to your older brother’s practices and games. You were youngest children forever doomed to tag along to your older siblings’ sports and activities, no matter how old you got.

Once you got old enough, they signed the two of you up for the skate class that would occur twice a week in the second rink behind where Jimmy and Colin had practice, which still left two days a week for you and Kevin to cause chaos when you weren’t skating yourselves.

And you and Kevin caused chaos. You were both charming kids, chatty and personable, running to each other the second you arrived and then managing to find trouble the second one of your mom’s looked away. The two of you could frequently be found giggling under the bleachers, doing a very poor job of pretending to look innocent anytime something went wrong, or trying to make games out of anything possible (that usually ended up getting shut down due to “being too dangerous”).  It took all of both your moms’ energy to keep Kevin from trying to run out onto the ice and join in on practice.

In hindsight, it’s no surprise that Kevin became what he was. He was always on the ice, always playing with a stick, always trying to get you to play hockey with him. “Come on.” He’d whine, when you refused to play for the third day in a row. “It’s a great hockey day.”

“It’s too cold.” You’d whine back.

“Well we can come in and have hot chocolate after.” You’d grumble, but give in, purposely making him work for most of the pucks you’d pass him.

And though your paths began to differ, as you both went on to different high schools, there was never a moment in time that either of you doubted you wouldn’t be there for the other. Kev was there when your high school boyfriend cheated on you the week before prom, jumping in to be the best date you could have imagined. You were right there along with his family, the night he was drafted, celebrating just as much his parents and siblings.

This was just…how you were. It was how you and Kev always were. Nothing seemed weird about it until you both started at Boston College, where suddenly the two of you were getting weird looks.

It’s at Kevin’s third home game of the season that your newest best friend and favorite roommate finally brings it up. You’ve been to every game so far, in a very large Hayes BC Eagles hockey jersey, cheering loudly, but this is the first game you’ve managed to convince her to join you for. You should have been more suspicious when she agreed so easily.

“You don’t have to like, hide this.” Steph says gently, almost too gently; you can barely hear what she’s saying over the roar of the crowd around you.

You frown at her, confused. “I have literally never hidden that I love hockey? I literally grew up on it.”

“No.” She groans frustratedly. “You and Kevin. We all love Kev!”

You give her a look. “Yeah, me too?” She lets out another noise. “Ok, could you stop being so cryptic if you’re going to get all annoyed?”

“You don’t have to hide that you and Kev are together!” She explains impatiently and as your jaw drops, she continues, but much more kindly. “Like, I get it. He’s going to be this NHL star. You wanted to make sure everyone  liked you for you. But really, I’m certain I speak for pretty much everyone we know except Julia and who cares about her anyway: we all love you.”

“Um, thank you.” You tell her, after the minute you need to recover. “I love you too. But Kev and I aren’t together.”

Steph’s jaw drops. “You aren’t?”

You shake your head. “Nope.”

“You never?’

“Nope.”

“But-

“We’ve been best friends since before I can remember.” You explain. “This is just how we are.”

The look on her face says she doesn’t believe you but she does back off the issue. And though she never actually brings the topic back up again, you see that look on her face a few times.

Each time BC wins the Beanpot tournament.

The year they win the Frozen Four and you all travel down to Tampa to watch.

At graduation, when you’re doing your best not to sob throughout the entire day about having to leave your friends and Kevin keeps you tucked into his side for more than half the ceremony.

When he tells you that he’s planning on signing an actual professional contract with the New York Rangers.

“You’re doing what?” You repeat blankly to him, as he stands at the door of your and Steph’s apartment, boxes everywhere as the two of you attempt to separate your things to move out.

Kevin’s still grinning. “You heard me.”

“I think I did!”

“Take a walk with me?” He requests, looking over your shoulder.

You hesitate, not wanting to leave Steph on her own to do the work, but that hesitation is enough time for her to shout. “Yes! She will!”

Kev beams and you slip into the converse by the door, waving to her as you do, ignoring that look on her face. Outside, it’s a nice summer day, not overly humid, so when Kev slips his hand into yours as you walk out of your building, you don’t hesitate in lacing your fingers with his. “New York?” You repeat to him. “For real?” He nods. “Is that because it’s the closest you could get to Boston without actually being in town?” You tease. “Can’t be too far from those Pats.”

“It’s what was closest to you.” Kevin says, without any hint of teasing in his tone, so you stop walking immediately, yanking him backwards to look at you.

“Fuck off, be serious.” You tell him.

“I am!” He stares down at you. “I wanted to go somewhere I would play. I wanted to be close to my family. I wanted to be close to you.”

“Kevin.” You say, slightly hysterical.

He’s full on smiling, ignoring the hysteria, because he knows you better than you know yourself, but you know him the same, so you already know the next words out of his mouth. “I want you to come to New York with me.”

“Kevin!” You repeat.

“Don’t act like you’re not going to say yes.” He pleads. “Don’t act like everything we’ve been and everything we are hasn’t been leading to this.” His hand reaches for your cheek, thumb brushing across your cheekbone gently. “Tell me I’m wrong, YN. Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop. We’ll go back to the way things were.”

You can’t. “You’re not wrong.” It’s a whisper, because you can’t speak any louder than that and next thing you know, Kevin’s lips are crashing against yours.

[merakiaes]

Play Pretend - Finn Shelby

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: #1 from the common trope-list.

Warnings/notes: No warnings or notes really. It’s not proofread so sorry in advance for any possible mistakes. I hope you like it xx

Wordcount: 2884

Summary: Finn asks you to pretend to be his fake girlfriend for an evening and meet his brothers to get them off his back for being a virgin and not accepting the prostitutes they keep hiring for him. 

You and Finn had been very close friends for almost a year now.

You had met for the first time when you had been walking with your little sisters down by the cut and he had been accompanying his uncle to the docks, waiting for him while he was off talking to someone by the ships. You had stopped near him while your sisters threw some stale bread to the ducks, introduced yourself and sparked up a conversation to pass time in the cold, autumn weather and you had clicked immediately.

His uncle had come back only about five minutes into your conversation, but you told him you’d be walking the same route around the same time the next day, and that you hoped you would see him around again.

The next day, you saw him at the exact spot again, and you had been meeting up ever since whenever his brothers would go off on business without him because other than them, you were his only company.

He had met your siblings on the times you’d been forced to take them with you while meeting him, and he had briefly met your parents a few times when he had been walking you back home on the later evenings.

They weren’t too fond of the idea that their daughter was associating herself with a Peaky Blinder, but they understood pretty quickly that Finn was in no way a violent boy. You hadn’t met his brothers and usually stayed close to home when you were with him, anyway, so they weren’t too worried.

You weren’t anything more than friends, but you both harbored feelings for each other that the other had no idea existed. If you would have known that he liked you as more than a friend and vice versa, you probably would have stopped beating around the bush a long time ago.

But despite being eighteen, you were both very soft and careful in comparison to other people your age. You were both generally innocent, and both virgins, which was Finn’s biggest dilemma in life right now.

His brothers had found out that he had never been intimate with a lady before and hired a prostitute for him for his eighteenth birthday. But he couldn’t do it. It felt wrong. Mostly because of his feelings for you, but also because he simply didn’t want it that way.

So he had kept the girl in his room for half an hour, just making conversation and letting her rest as she was clearly exhausted, and then paid her extra to not let spill to his brothers that they hadn’t had sex and sent her on her way.

When asked by Tommy how it had gone, he told him it had gone well, and then gone straight out to tell you about it.

Tommy and the others had believed him to a start, letting go of the subject for a few days. But then they found out that he had lied, proceeded to sit him down and ask him if he was a sodomite or if he was having… trouble. Finn denied everything and told them he just didn’t feel like it, but they never stopped pressuring him, pushing prostitute after prostitute after prostitute his way.

Finally, he had gotten fed up and let it slip that the reason he didn’t accept their favors was that he was in love with someone else, and as you were his only lady friend, your name was the one to slip from his lips when Tommy had asked who it was.

It was safe to say that the conversation he had been forced to have with you after this had been awkward, to say the least.

His brothers were skeptic that he was telling the truth, seeing as they had never seen him with a girl before, and told him to invite you to the Garrison so that they could meet you.

He hadn’t been in any position to say no, and had, a stuttering mess, asked you to be his fake girlfriend for an evening.

The question had shocked you and left you speechless. You had been disappointed that he hadn’t asked you to a real date but rather one made out of lies, but still, his request brought a heavy blush to your face and as the loyal friend you were, you accepted.

You were nervous. Despite it all being play pretend, the fact still remained that you were only seconds away from meeting your crush’s family, who just happened to be the Peaky Blinders.

When your parents had asked what you and Finn was going to do today, you had been forced to lie to them for the first time. Since this was only going to be a one-time thing, meeting the Peaky Blinders were not a conversation you wanted to have with them.

God knows they would probably lock you in your room and not let you come out for a year.

The entire walk from the canal where you had met up with Finn had been pretty much entirely quiet, the air between you slightly awkward but not uncomfortable. You walked for five minutes, taking your time, before you finally reached the Garrison in which his brothers and aunt was waiting.

Finn stopped outside, making sure you couldn’t be seen through the windows so that you could get some privacy and talk strategy without being overheard or seen before going inside.

He gave you a shy look, his cheeks rosy from the cold. “Would you mind if I put my arm around you?” He asked, bringing his hands out of his pockets. “You know, for show.”

“No.” You shook your head with a comforting smile, sensing his nervousness. “Go ahead. If we’re going to pull this through, we’ll have to make it believable.”

He offered you a smile back and carefully put his arm around your waist, leading you inside the pub.

It was empty, not having opened yet at it was still early in the day, but in the far back of the room, the biggest one of the tables were occupied by four nicely dressed men and a beautiful older woman, all talking and laughing, and waiting for you.

The anxiety bubbling in your chest and stomach intensified by ten once they noticed you, but you quickly pushed it down and put on a bright smile when one of his brothers snorted and spoke out.

“Well, would you look at that! Finn wasn’t lying when he said he’d gone and gotten himself a girlfriend.”

The woman who was sitting closest to him wasted no time in cuffing him upside the head, giving him a disapproving glare. “Quite down, John.” She scolded. “You’ll scare her away before she’s even sat down.”

John rubbed the back of his head and quieted down, and you smiled at them as you finally reached the table. “That’s alright.” You assured her. “It’s so nice to meet all of you. Finn’s told me a lot about you.”

You mentally cringed at how incredibly pathetic you sounded. Sure, you were desperate to make a good first impression, but Lord Almighty, couldn’t you have hidden it a bit better?

But you weren’t lying, of course. Finn talked about them a whole lot, and you knew how much he looked up to each and every one of them, which to you, made it an honor to even be in their presence.

Another one of his brothers leaned forward in his chair at that, reaching out to put out his cigarette in the ashtray resting on the mahogany table.

“Is that right?” He asked, the corners of his lips tugging slightly and his eyebrow raising. “All good things, I hope?”

Your smile grew nervous. “Well, that depends where you draw the line between good and bad.”

The woman smiled a smug smile where she sat, the apples of her cheeks full and pink. “I like her.” She drawled, before tapping the chair beside her. “Come, sit down.”

Finn wasted no time in letting go of your waist to pull the chair out for you. You removed your gloves while you sat down, and looked up at him and gave him a quiet ‘thank you’.  He smiled at you, sitting down in the chair between you and his brother.

Said brother leaned forward on the table, clasping his hands in front of you and smiling a mysterious smile, looking at you as if he was trying to solve you. “So, (Y/N), was it?” He asked, and you nodded.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I’m Tommy.” He introduced himself, continuing around the table. “This is Arthur, Michael, John and-”

“Polly Gray.” The woman beside you interrupted, still smiling. “It’s nice to see that Finn is familiarizing himself with some good people for a change.”

You were shocked by her words. Finn had told you that she was the one most protective over him and that she would be the hardest to impress, but you already seemed to have her blessing, which you hadn’t expected at all.

Pushing the shock back down, you reached your hand out and grabbed the one she had stretched out for you to take, shaking it slightly. “Well, the pleasure is all mine.”

You dropped your hand back down into your lap, greeting John, Arthur, and Michael with a small ‘nice to meet you’ each, as well, as Polly spoke again.

“Did you grow up in Small Heath?” She asked, to which you shook your head.

“I grew up in Manchester.” You told her softly. “I moved to Birmingham three years ago with my family to help out around my grandfather’s farm after my grandmother’s passing. We lived there until last year when he passed away and we found our way to Small Heath.”

“Sorry to hear about your grandparents.” Arthur, who had been quiet up until then, offered his condolences.

You offered him a smile in return, nodding your head. “Thank you.”

“Are your parents still with you?” John asked next, taking a drag of the cigar hanging loosely between his fingers.

“Yes.” You confirmed.

“My mum works as a baker just down the street, my older brother works down by the cut and my dad stays at home taking care of my younger siblings.” You told them, turning a tad sadder. “He was a soldier in the war and injured his knee, so he can’t really do any heavy labor anymore.”

At the mention of your dad having fought in the war, their attention was instantly piqued, all of them leaning forward in interest while Polly wondered out loud. “A soldier? Tommy, Arthur and John fought in the war, as well.”

“Yes, Finn told me.” You smiled, giving them each a shy look. “Thank you for your service. The world will forever owe you.”

And after that, they were all sold. Any girl who could truly understand and comprehend the sacrifice and hardship of a soldier, and who had seen it with her own eyes, too, was a keeper for sure and without a doubt in their minds someone worthy of their brother.

They’d had doubts before you had arrived, but now they had none. They could see the love behind your eyes and the connection between the two of you, even though you had yet to see it yourselves.

You stayed at the Garrison for about an hour, the Shelbys all asking you questions about your personal life, Finn sitting quietly at your side most of the time, really only pitching in whenever John or Arthur would make fun of him for something.

You could hear your parents’ voices screaming at you in your head not to expose yourself to the Peaky Blinders like you were doing through the entire time, but you had known already before coming there that none of them were as much of a monster as they wanted people to believe.

By the time you had said goodbye and you and Finn were leaving again, you had pretty much spilled your entire life story to them and gotten to hear stories from their childhood in return.

Like he had done when you first arrived, Finn had pulled your chair out for you when you were going to leave, and also helped you back into your coat that you had relieved yourself of throughout the conversation, before putting his arm around your waist and leading you back outside.

The sun had started setting, and if you were to have a guess, you were only half an hour away from dark despite the clock barely being four in the afternoon.

Once you had come far enough away from the Garrison that they wouldn’t be able to see you anymore, he let go of your waist and tucked his hands into his pockets, and you walked in silence all the way to the canal where you usually parted ways.

You came to a stop at the same spot you had met for the first time and turned to each other.

“Thank you.” Finn was the first one to break the silence, and you wasted no time in nodding your head.

“Of course.” You answered, shrugging with a small smile playing at your lips. “It wasn’t so bad. I think it went well.”

“It did.” He was quick to agree. “They liked you. I could tell. Aunt Pol especially.”

You blushed, taking a brief glance down at your shoes before turning back up to look at him again. “I really liked them, too.”

He turned hesitant then, sounding as if he was about to say something but cutting himself short several times before finally speaking in a quiet, sad tone. “They’ll want to meet you again.”

You understood then why he got so hesitant but managed to put on a teasing smile and lighten the situation up a bit, asking with a raised eyebrow. “Are you planning on keeping me as your fake girlfriend for a long time?”

Your words made him flustered, but he covered it up with a shrug, and the words he spoke next were more shocking than when he had asked you to meet his family.

“You could be my real girlfriend.” He spoke quietly, shrugging again and kicking at a pebble with his foot, looking down. “You know, if you wanted.”

You stared at him, feeling your neck getting hot. “Are you asking me to be your real girlfriend?” You questioned, and you couldn’t help a light chuckle from leaving your lips. “You couldn’t just have done that in the first place? Instead of asking me to be your pretend one?”

Your harmless teasing only managed to make him even more flustered, his voice growing low and discouraged. “I didn’t think someone like you would want someone like me.” He said, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Someone like me?”

“Yeah.” He agreed, looking up at you through his lashes. “Strong, beautiful and brave.”

The triple compliment caused your heart to thud in your chest, but at the same time, they made you sad. “Are you’re saying you’re weak, ugly and cowardly?” You questioned slowly and only got silence in return.

“Because you’re not.” You shook your head. “I don’t think so, at least. I know your brothers give you shit for being too soft but that’s what I like about you.”

You frowned slightly, but your face quickly relaxed again when a smile grew on his lips. He stopped kicking the stones with his toe and took a step closer to you, bringing his hands out of his pockets.

“Can I kiss you?”  He breathed out, and although you were shocked by the sudden question, you wasted no time in grabbing his face in your hands and pulling him down, gently pressing your lips to his.

Your entire stomach fluttered at the sensation, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. You stood on your tippy-toes to reach him, and his hands instinctively grabbed a hold of your waist, only adding to the tingles running through your body.

You broke apart some seconds later but remained in the position you were in, foreheads pressed together.

“You really are amazing…” He uttered as he looked down at you, gazing upon your face with pure wonder in his eyes.

The intensity of his stare caused your blush to intensify even more and his words caused you to giggle. You tilted your chin up to connect your lips in another, shorter kiss, before pulling away and taking a step away from him.

“I should get going.” You said, shoving your hands back into the pockets of your coat and balancing on the balls of your feet with a permanent smile playing at your lips. “My parents are expecting me for dinner.”

Finn broke out of his trance-like state at your words and nodded his head. “Oh, of course.” He said quickly, before turning a bit more hesitant again. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

You could only grin at him. “Of course. You’ll never get rid of me now, Shelby.” You told him with a teasing voice while beginning to take a few slow steps backward, giving him one last look before turning away and heading home, the smile not leaving your lips the entire evening.

[pakchoys]

on that note, do you have any edling fic recs? 👀

this would be a lot easier if i bookmarked all the fics i read. huh

i haven’t actively read any since the days when i consumed edling at a horrifying rate to ease the suffering of being fifteen. obviously there are the ones i wrote as noodlebunny on ao3, but those are a dumpster fire, good god

the ones i saved are probably ones you’ve read if you’ve spent any time on the edling tag at all, soooo……… can i interest you in some meagre edling dug up from my old fma files? it’s a modern au where ed adopts nina, alternatively titled Ed Fights A Twelve Year Old Then Meets His Future Boyfriend

Words: 1.6k

TW for implied child abuse

Edward watches Nina from a bench at the edge of the play park. He shifts his grip on his paper cup while Nina moves from the slide to the monkey bars. There was a time where he would have been up there with her, arms raised and ready if she fell; now that Nina’s seven years old, however, she’s a self-proclaimed big girl who can tackle the monkey bars herself. It’s good, seeing her so independent.

If only Ed’s heart wouldn’t plummet into his stomach every time she so much as slips.

It can’t be helped. Al calls him an over protective mother hen; Ed calls himself sensible, thank you kindly.

Nina clears the monkey bars without a hitch. From the top of the unholy metal playpark structure of death, she gives Ed a winning smile and a wave, sending her two braids flying. Ed waves back, adding a thumbs up for good measure.

His phone pings. Ed fishes it out of his jacket.

Al’s texted, Want to see the cat I saw on campus today??? followed by a string of cat emojis dispersed with hearts.

not really, Ed replies, a smile tugging at him because he knows Al knows he’s lying.

Oops, too late, Al says. The cat’s cute, sort of. Ed doesn’t really get the beasts, but Al’s crazy for them and so is Nina, which means it’s such a damn nightmare when Al encourages her.

demon gremlin creature, Ed sends.

He’s so preoccupied with watching the dots as Al types that he doesn’t hear Nina until she’s crying.

His phone is left abandoned on the bench as he sprints towards her, and oh god, she’s on the ground—what if something’s broken? What if she hit her head, what if—what if she’s hurt bad just because Ed couldn’t keep an eye on her, not for five damn minutes—what if they take her away—

Not until he’s stopping next to her does Ed realise that there’s another girl there too. She’s already helping Nina sit up, her crying has already beginning to taper into little sniffles.

“Nina,” Ed says gently, “Are you okay? Where does it hurt?”

“‘M fine, big brother.” She looks up at him through her tears, as stoic as a seven year old in yellow dungarees can be. Too brave, too willing to hide her pain. “I fell off the climbing wall. It’s just a scrape.”

He gingerly checks her knee over and, yeah, it’s just a sluggishly bleeding cut but there’s sure to be bruising. The plasters and disinfectant are all back at the apartment.

“Oh, here, I can help!”

In what Alphonse fondly dubs as Big Brother Panic, Ed had completely forgotten the girl who helped Nina up. She looks maybe a few years older than Nina, but she’s short and her black hair is in two massive buns so it’s hard to tell. Rifling through her pink backpack, she pulls out a box of plasters and antiseptic salve.

“You just carry that around with you?” Ed asks flatly.

The little girl, previously so sweet to Nina, shoots him a cold glare. “What’s it to you, shortie?”

“Wh—Hey! You’re like, ten! Shortie! Shortie?! I’m a damn giant next to you!”

“Yeah, next to me.” She rolls her eyes. “Not saying much, is it? And I’m twelve, so watch it, or I’ll cut you down another inch.”

Ed’s in half a mind to pick Nina up and nope the fuck out of here. ‘Roasted by a twelve year old’ wasn’t on his schedule. He does the roasting, dammit.

“Big brother, calm down,” says Nina. “You’re being silly.”

Oh, Ed woes the day this doe-eyed girl wrapped him around her little finger.

“Right. Sorry, kiddo.”

“Anyway, I’m Mei,” says the demon in the body of a girl with a pink backpack. “I’m gonna be a doctor someday, so I can help you out.”

“I’m Nina! This is my big brother, Edward. He’s grumpy right now but he’s really the best.”

“Hm.” Mei narrows her eyes at him. “We’ll see.”

He will not stick his tongue out at a child. He will not stick his tongue out at a child.

To her credit, Mei is efficient and gentle about dressing Nina’s cut. She’s got excellent bedside manner too, and by the end of it Nina’s tears are all gone and she’s warmed to Mei like a new best friend. Not all kids are good with younger kids, and Ed’s silently impressed.

“Are you out here alone?” Ed asks as he helps Nina up. Not that Central in the middle of the day is especially dangerous.

“Naw, I’m with my brother. He went to get us ice cream, and then I saw Nina fall down, so I came over to help.”

“Nice of you.”

“Yeah, I’m a nice person.” Mei shrugs her backpack on. “We can’t all be, I suppose.”

“Hey kid, is that supposed to mean something—“

“Big brother Ed, can we get ice cream?” Nina clings very suddenly to Ed’s automail arm, tugging enthusiastically. She’s always been casual about his prosthetics. It’s nice to have someone who doesn’t give it a second glance, even if that someone is a tiny child begging for more sweets.

“I guess so,” ponders Ed, pretending to debate it. “You have been pretty brave today. And it’s hot out. But try be more careful playing next time, okay?”

“‘Kay! Ice cream?”

“Sure.”

“Yay! You’re the best, big brother!”

Ed can’t help but notice Mei watching them strangely. He’s sure they must look strange and not related at all, what with Ed’s Xerxian complexion. Whatever.

“In that case, come meet my brother,” Mei says. “He’s probably waiting for me at the ice cream place. Havoc’s, you know the one?”

“We went there for my birthday!” Nina’s bouncing now. Ed’s whole arm shakes.

“Well, come on then. I have a feeling my bro’s gonna like you.” Mei looks at him funny as she says it. Ed does not like this child.

It’s busy out on such a sunny day. Ed gets a few stares at his arm, and he almost, almost regrets going out in a t-shirt. Then Nina holds his hand tighter, beaming up at him, and he breathes easier.

Now if only he could bring himself to wear shorts too.

“There he is,” says Mei as the ice cream place comes into view. “Ah, jeez, he’s shirtless again.”

“Wait, what?” says Ed.

Mei ignores him in favour of stalking up to a guy about Ed’s age, nineteen or maybe older, who is indeed entirely shirtless. Ed looks furiously away.

“Hey, you dolt!” Mei near-shouts, drawing looks from bystanders. “Put your shirt on in public! You’re so embarrassing, Ling, I can’t believe we’re related.”

“Aw, is my baby sister embarrassed?” Ling chuckles and ruffles her hair, wincing as his hand is slapped away. “It’s hot. I’m just airing out!”

“It’s public indecency, if you’re looking to get arrested again. Where’s our ice cream?”

“Oh, that. It’s a funny story, you know…”

“You ate it?! Again?”

“Ahahah…”

“Buy me another!”

“I would, I would! But that was the last change I had…”

“Ugh! Next time I’m going with Lan Fan and you can’t come.”

“Hey, hey, it’s not my fault you took so long! Chill!”

“I was helping out a girl with a cut knee, so don’t give me that crap.”

Ling seems to notice them, then. He pushes his floppy black hair away and gives Ed a winning grin, sticking his hand out to shake. Ed cringes; he’s gonna have to use his automail hand, and that makes people act so annoyingly awkward.

Ling just grips his hand without missing a beat, shaking firmly.

“I’m Ling!”

“… Ed. This is Nina.”

“Hiya, Nina!” Ling bends down slightly to wave. “Wow, I love your braids. Stylish.”

“Thanks!” Nina chirps, encouraged out of her shell by Ling’s friendliness. She’s not what Ed would call a shy child, but there was a period where she was so withdrawn Ed worried she’d never recover from what her bastard of a father did to her.

Tried to do.

“Your sister’s right,” says Ed to Ling. “You should put a shirt on.”

Way to make friends, idiot. So friendly and approachable.

Ling stares; Mei snorts. Ed contemplates his own terrible, off putting personality.

Then Ling waggles his eyebrows and says, “What, don’t like what you see?”

“Wh— Hey—!” He’s spluttering and bright red and say something! “No, it’s terrible! I hate it! Put a damn shirt on!”

Not that!

He doesn’t dare look Ling in the eyes as he briskly scoops Nina up, much to her indignation, and escapes into the ice cream parlour. He just knows the shirtless idiot is watching him.

“Big brother, can we see them again? They’re so cool!”

“No, they’re not, Nina. They’re the worst and we hate them. Pick a flavour.”

“But what about Mei? She doesn’t get any ice cream!”

“Too bad.”

Oh, no. He’s done it now. Nina’s eyes begin to water and Ed’s heart clenches, already knowing he’s done for.

“Hey, kiddo, I’m sorry.”

“If Mei doesn’t get any, I won’t have any. ‘S not fair if I’m the only one…”

Ed closes his eyes. His counts to three. He faces the facts.

“If that’s the case…”

—

Later, when they all have ice cream out of Ed’s pocket and stupid Ling is wearing a stupid shirt, Ed adamantly pretends not to hear Mei lean over and say,

“See, I told you my brother would like you.”

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A/N: ED STOP CUSSING IN FRONT OF CHILDREN