#tried calling my mum and brother who didn’t pick up

[7yearsofdele]

Jesus fucking Christ. Settled down into bed, it was all quiet and the lights were off and out of nowhere I hear the sounds of glass smashing, so loud and so close.

Honestly, swear to god I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my entire life.

[sofiawritesstuff]

PLATONIC

part 9

summary: When Lando's "playboy" image is setting a bad reputation for him. He's turns to the person he trust most in this world for help.

pairing: landonorris x bestfriend!reader

warnings: suggestive

part 8

IT'S HERE!!! I apologise for the lack of uploads, I was in Spain and visited family in Italy, my car broke down and the plane was delayed. I was then in work for 5 day straight and I'm in for a further two nights too. No more excuses I will be back more consistently.

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You with your arm wrapped around Lando's waited at baggage claim at the airport. While he called his brother updating him on how long the two of you would be, you decided to go onto the F1 gossip page.

f1gossippage

f1gossippage Lando already enjoying his week off with girlfriend Y/N L/N. They were spotted this morning at the airport and appeared to be heading back home to the UK. Y/N also posted a picture with her holding a man's hand with the caption "home for the week".

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"Well we've made it to the gossip pages again, a fan must have took a photo of us at the airport" you show Lando your phone, he looks down and your phone, humming kissing the top of your head.

As the two of you waited for your luggage to appear on the carousel, Lando tried to wake himself up by looking as the gossip pages "Cute picture of us though"

"At least Zak will be happy" you shrug "This is our week, let's not think about him. We will spend the night at Max's apartment, you will go to your meeting, I will pick you up and we will head to my parents. Just us, no Zak"

The noise of the carousel drew your attention to the suitcases arriving, luckily for both of you, your suitcases were the first ones out. You watched as Lando effortlessly lifted both cases off and nod towards the exit.

"Don't worry, I'll take it" he tells you as you go to take your case from him "Thank you, is Oliver outside?" you asked "Mhm, he has the car parked right outside"

The two of you walked out of the airport you saw Oliver stood outside the car "Ollie!" you smile running towards him "Hi sis, how are you" he smiles, hugging you tightly "I'm good how are you, how are my girls?"

"We're all good, the girls are desperate to see you and their Uncle Lala" he teases Lando ruffling his hair "Get off" Lando laughs hugging his brother

"You two have a lot to answer for by the way, Mum has seen the photos and I think her heart could have exploded with how excited she was that you two were finally together" Olivier says putting thr cases in the car

You felt your heart drop, Lando's mother had been like a mother to you for as long as you could remember, someone who had been longing for you and Lando to get together.

You and Lando looked at each other, frowns on both your faces "What?" Olivier questions looking between the you "Uhm" Lando starts "Listen, we're planning to go to Mum's and Dad's tomorrow night. We need to talk to everyone about what's been going on. Can you bring Savannah?"

"Okay, I have just felt my heart fall to my stomach. What's been going on?" he asks getting into the car "We will explain everything tomorrow, I promise you will know everything"

The drive to Max's apartment was nice, empty roads and hearing all about the children's lives, Lando's racing and your work place. You had the music blasting until Lando fell asleep on your shoulder.

"Still a big baby, I see" Olivier smiles, looking in the mirror "Yeah" you run a hand through his hair "He's exhausted, he has only just started to get a goodnight's sleep. Hopefully being back home he will sleep as good as the girls"

"Are you going to Canada?"

"Yeah, that's what my meeting is about tomorrow at work. My boss wants to see me just go see how I'm doing and about working from different places, trying to get a few clients. Get a few more posts on social media"

"Do you still like the job?”

“I like how flexible it is, my boss is literally so amazing but sometimes I wish i didn’t have to work during the weekends, I like just being able to put all of my focus into Lando”

“He appreciates everything you do for him you know, that one time when he was feeling down about the race and he came home to his favourite dinner and snacks. He messaged me telling me how grateful he was for you”

You blush, kissing Lando’s head making him snuggle into you more “He’d do the same for me”

“So are you going to tell me what’s been going on, or do I have to wait until tomorrow?”

“It’s best we tell everyone together” you admit as he brings the car to a slow stop “I understand, if there’s anything you need. Just give me a call”

“I will. Now do you want to do the honours of waking him up or will I?” you ask with a smirk “Give me the keys and I will take your cases inside. He will be less cranky waking up to you rather than me” he jokes, getting out of the car

You watch as he drags the suitcases to the door, you gently shake Lando awake "Baby come on, we're home"

He groans mumbling, wrapping his arm around you "Lan, we can sleep again in about ten minutes"

"That was a quick drive" he says waking up "Yeah for you, you slept the whole hour. Are you ready to go inside. Get some sleep in a bed"

He nods, leaning over giving you a quick kiss just as his brother gets back in the car "You're awake" Olivier says loudly making you two of you pull away "Yeah, thanks for the ride. I'll see you tomorrow" Lando says quickly getting out the car

"Thanks Ollie" you rush out following him. He takes you hand rushing you inside. Closing the door behind him.

You enter the apartment, following Lando straight to the bedroom "It feels good being home doesn't it?" you tell Lando watching him take his shirt and trousers off getting into bed

"Yeah. I love Monaco but it feels good being here. Now come on get into bed"

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The next morning, you woke up in just your underwear and the shirt Lando was wearing the day previously. You weren't used to the 7am wake up calls, you hadn't been for the past two years.

"What time is it?" Lando asks waking up "Sh, sh, sh. Go back to sleep. I'm going to work. Pick me up at 1pm okay?" you hold his face, kissing him quickly leaving the bed.

You head towards the hall, getting clothes from your suitcase, and got ready for the day. Just as you were about to leave Lando comes into the kitchen fully clothed and putting his shoes on.

"You ready to go?" he asks grabbing his keys "What are you doing up?"

"Taking you to work, there's no way I am letting you get a cab at this time in the morning, plus i'm going to drop our cases off at my parents"

"Thank you but I need to come back here after work to get changed anyway"

“All sorted, I’ve left clothes out for you” he says proudly. You walked into the bedroom to see a pair of jeans and shirt left out neatly on the bed for you.

“Thank you” you smile coming back through to thee kitchen. You grab your bag and follow him out the apartment, getting into the car

"How are you feeling about the meeting?" he asks reversing out of the drive "I'm not nervous about the meeting but I am nervous to go back into the office, so many of the girls hate me"

"They don't hate you"

"No they do, they hate me because you're in my life and not theirs. They only want you for your money and to fuck you" you scoff, he laughs putting his hand on your legs

"They will never get the chance baby, the only person that will ever get to fuck me in that office is you" he squeezes your leg sending you a wink

You look out of the window, hiding your smile. Watching as the weekday morning traffic slowly building up.

“Well I’ve definitely not missed this” you mumble turning your hand to Lando “Neither have I, how long is your meeting today?”

“Mark said I would be done by 12. Meeting starts at 10. I don’t think it will even last that long”

“Well I will be waiting for you at 11:45 where I drop you off. Do you want anything brought in for lunch? I can stop at the cafe just around the corner”

“No, no. I’ll be okay and get something at work. Get yourself something though” you smile rubbing his shoulder

“Will you though?” he asks turning the corner into the car park of your work “Yes. Thank you” you say taking your seatbelt off

Lando looks at you, staring out the window. Takes your hand in his in attempt to calm your nerves “You’ll be okay, I know you will. Go in and ignore anyone that has a problem with you. You know everything you need to do”

“Thank you” you smile “I love you, have a good day and I will be waiting here for you when you’re done”

“I love you too”

He leans in, giving you a kiss to the lips before kissing your head “Have fun” he says as you leave the car, you close the car door, waving at him through the window.

Entering the office, people come up to you greeting you, including your best friend Robert

“I’ve missed you so much, this place is hell without you” he hugs you tightly “It can’t have been that bad” you laugh sitting down at his desk

“Oh it is, I have so much to tell you but first tell me how you’ve been?”

“I’ve been great to be honest, I’ve absolutely loved travelling with Lando. Getting to experience his first win, we’ve tried so many different foods and countries. It’s been so good. We’re staying with his parents this week before heading to Canada”

“Yeah i’ve noticed how much you’ve enjoyed your time with Lando. I’ve seen the photo of you two kissing. He’s finally your boyfriend?” Robbie squeals

“Yeah, he is” you lie staring at the man across from you “So how did it all happen? I need all the details”

Before you can say anything Mark appears at the meeting room doors, signalling you both over. You thanked him in your head. Glad you don’t need to make up another lie.

“Tell me later” Robbie smiles, leading the way to the office “Okay” you nod

Everyone sits around the table, the few girls that you didn’t like sat across from you “Good morning everyone, thank you for those who aren’t here everyday for coming in. Also a big welcome back to Y/N who has been doing an incredible job getting clients in every country she’s been too. How have you been doing Y/N”

“Yes great thanks, so far I have gathered 12 clients and I'm off to Canada next weekend so I'm hoping to meet a target of fifteen then"

"And how are you going to do that attached to your boyfriends hip?" Emma asks with a smirk on her face "Well funnily enough I do have a life outside of my boyfriend, I'm not with him 100% of the weekend, I also use Thursdays to gather clients and have meetings with them throughout the weekend"

"Well we all appreciate your efforts Y/N, we only require you to work eight hours a day Monday to Friday so we are grateful for the overtime that you do and the calls that we have had since you've been away are great"

The hours fly by and before you knew it, it was 11:50. You gathered your belongings, putting them all in your bag. "So how are you getting home? Do you need a ride?" Robbie asks handing you your charger

"No, Lando is outside for me, we're heading back to his apartment so I can shower and then going to his parents for the week"

"That sounds nice" he says opening the door for you, you talk about the week ahead while heading down in the elevator "Well there's Lando and it looks like he brought you lunch too" he nods over to Lando leaning on the car

"Hey Lando!" Robbie waves "Hi Rob" he waves back "How was it?" he asks leaning down giving you a kiss "Better than I thought"

"I'm glad to hear, you had a slice of toast this morning and I know the most you'd have in there was a coffee so I got you a sandwich and a drink"

"Thank you" you lean up kissing him, he walks around opening the door for you "What a gentleman" you smile getting into the car.

part 10

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[propertyofwicked]

SECRETS part 4 - LN

content warnings: fluff, angst, drama (the whole shabang).

ur girl is going back to working full time tomorrow so if we have slow updates blame my place of work. also, im still recovering from the 4am wakeup and lando p3

previous part -> next part

masterlist the playlist

“max pick up the damn phone,” y/n said, taking great strides across the paddock towards the car park. once again, the phone call had gone to voicemail. she clicked his contact details, ringing him again. only this time, it didn’t even ring. the phone went straight to voicemail. and to add to the matter, max’s car had disappeared from the car park.

y/n sat on the empty floor of the empty parking spot her brothers car had been in, opening up her phone to check the time and send a message to max, she probably should’ve waited for the mix of fear and anger to fade, but here she was, tapping aggressively at the screen of her phone.

if you think you can ignore me forever, you’ve got another thing coming

dont think you can jump to conclusions and throw a childlike strop about this.

but of course, the messages stayed on delivered for hours. it was at least 2 hours before lando’s caller id popped up on her phone, still with no word from max.

“hey, where did you go? mum said something about you walking off,” lando asked her the moment she answered the call.

“currently? i’m sat on the floor of the car park. where are you - ill walk over now,” she said bluntly. he stayed on the line until she entered the mclaren unit.

“y/n? what do you mean max has left?” panic rising in his voice as she walked up to him, his hands coming to rest on her waist.

“i mean he’s left. gone. driven off,” she said with a shrug, “he won’t answer my calls, hasn’t read my texts, he’s just gone.”

“he might be at the hotel? we’ll drive over in a bit and see?”

“i don’t think we should do anything, i think we might have done enough damage for one day.”

“y/n your brother has just driven off. you should at least try and check if he’s at the hotel.”

“fine, but i’m going alone.”

“let me try and talk to him first, you never know something might’ve happened with P?” lando said, still stroking her hips softly, desperately trying to think of any reason that his best friend had up and left.

4 unanswered calls later, and lando and y/n found themselves sat on the sofa in his driving room again, her head laying on her lap as he stroked her hair, trying to resolve the anxiety.

“i don’t care what he thinks, y/n. i feel so strongly about you and i think i have for years.”

“i think i have too. but i hate the thought of people disliking me, let alone my own brother.”

“i know, angel. he’ll come around soon, i promise.”

“that man held a grudge against me for years when i accidentally scraped the side of his kart when i was 12,” she said, laughing sadly at the memory of their parents having to sit them down in the living room and make them apologise to each other. the moment was quickly interrupted by her phone ringing, max’s caller id popping up on the screen.

“ma-”

“no. don’t talk to me. you two have lied to my face for years about this. lando promised me he would never even think about you in that way. and you, i don’t know what ive done to you for you to go behind my back and fuck my best friend but it’s not on.”

“max i-” lando tried to reason with him.

“oh, of course he’s there. just waiting for the moment i left to start fucking my sister, didn’t you?”

“it’s not like that, max.”

“no? then what is it like? ‘cos from where im standing it’s pretty clear he’s been waiting years to take advantage of my little sister,” he argued down the phone, venom rolling off his tongue.

“take advantage of me?” she scoffed, moving to sit up and hold the phone next to her mouth, “who the fuck do you think you are to talk to or about me in that way? who gave you the audacity to believe you have any control over who i choose to date? you couldn’t care less about protecting me, you only care about protecting yourself," she said, her voice raising and her finger moving to point as if he were stood in front of her.

“he’s not right for you.”

“that’s your opinion max. if you can’t trust me, or lando for that matter, then why should i bother giving you a moment more to talk down to me?”

lando sat silently next to her, playing with his own fingers. this was not his fight to fight right now. he’d speak to max privately later, right now, he knew y/n needed to stand up for herself, and god was she smashing it.

“why can’t you just listen to me?” max sighed, defeated, “i know what’s good for yo-”

“go fuck yourself,” she said, hanging up the call, and dropping her phone on the floor besides her. lando’s arms move to behind her waist, pulling her back to rest into him on the sofa. the room fell into silence.

“im sorry,” she mumbled.

“don’t be sorry. this is on him, and me. i should’ve told him the truth the first time round. hell, i should’ve told you the truth earlier.”

“i’ve ruined your big day, lan. p2 - you should be celebrating, not arguing with your best friend.”

“im with you - that’s celebration enough,” he said, happy to see her smile for the first time in hours. she moved to lay her head back down on lando’s lap, this time looking up at him. a knock on the door brought the two of them back to reality, and cisca walked in, adam trailing slightly behind.

y/n contemplated moving, jumping away from the boy who was currently running his hands through her hair, but it had only been 4 hours of hiding whatever was going on between the two of them and she was already bored of keeping up the pretence.

“y/n, love, did you find max?” cisca asked, eyes softening at the scene unfolding in front of her. had she secretly wished for this for years? maybe.

“yea, he um, he went home.”

“he’s not happy about this, is he?” adam said, pointing between the two of you, yet even he couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“not happy, fuming, absolutely raging - i guess you could say that,” she replied, laughing slightly to ease any tensions.

“he’ll come around lovely, he can’t stay mad at you. you’re his sister after all.”

“i love that you think so highly of my brother, cisca. he will go to the grave holding this grudge if he can.”

“ill talk to him later ang- y/n,” lando said, correcting himself quickly, not comfortable enough yet to be overly affectionate in front of his parents.

“good luck with that,” y/n joked, patting him on the arm sadly.

later that evening, y/n found herself sat on the floor of lando’s hotel rifling through her bag to find her pyjamas. earlier, her and lando had driven to her hotel room, to find that max had packed his stuff and left as expected. she didn’t want to be alone, and lando didn’t want to leave her alone. her phone began to ring, and she answered it praying it wasn’t max.

“y/n the videos of you are going feral on twitter right now,” her best friend, caitlin, shouted down the phone the moment she picked up.

“stop it - what are people saying?”

“erm, some people think it’s cute?” he friend responded, voice laced in slight worry.

“…and the rest of them think im a slut?” y/n added, but her friend only responded with a hum.

“what’s max said?”

“from what i remember, he drove off leaving me stranded at the track and then rang me to say i was making a mistake, i was a liar and he never wanted to speak to me or lando ever again.”

“taking it well then,” the girl responded, y/n could hear her eyes rolling. at that moment, lando emerged from the bathroom, with just a towel hanging around his waist. any words y/n intended to say got stuck in her throat. he took strides towards her, noticing she was on the phone and pressing a kiss to the top of her head, before moving to his own suitcase to find a change of clothes.

“y/n…are you in lando’s room right now?”

“maybe?” y/n responded in a guilty tone, quieter than she had before, glad lando couldn’t hear the girl on the other side of the phone. however, he seemed to clock on to the question from the small grin on her face.

“girl why did you answer the phone? go spend time with your new controversial boyfriend.”

“he’s not my b- you know what, i’m gonna go.”

“dont do anything i wouldn’t do, stay safe!” her friend added cheerily, laughing as she ended the call. cheery was the furthest emotion from what y/n felt at this moment in time.

once y/n was in her pyjamas, she moved her way back into the room, lando was sat up in bed, his back resting on the headboard, phone in hand. he looked up as she walked in, patting the spot next to him for her to join. her face fell into a look that screamed apprehension.

“y/n nothing bad will happen if you get into this bed and cuddle with me.”

“something bad already happened,” she said, climbing under the duvet next to him nonetheless. his hand reached behind her waist pulling her into his chest, her head coming to rest on him.

“im happy this happened, but im not happy about every thing that’s happening as a result," she told him, her eyes blinking slowly as the exhaustion from todays drama caught up with her.

“i know baby,” he responded, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “get some sleep. we’ll sort this out tomorrow, i promise.”

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[daisyblog]

Uncle Louis

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Louis meets Grace for the first time.

From the moment Louis learnt that his sister and Harry were having a baby, he longed for the day he meets his little niece. He loved Lucky and Olive, and he couldn’t wait to feel the feeling all over again. 

He had asked not to see any photos of the new arrival as he wanted to meet the little one without seeing her little face first. So once he knew YN and Harry were back home and settled as their new little family, he went to see them. 

Louis immediately congratulated Harry as he walked through their front door, pulling him into a brotherly hug. 

When Louis arrived, he was met with YN lounging in the living room and the tiniest baby cuddled into her chest. “Oh my fo-“. Louis stopped the swear word from spilling. “She’s so small!”. 

“She’s like a little doll!” YN smiled down at her little baby, rubbing her back gently. A habit she had quickly picked up. “Do you want a cuddle?”. 

Louis sat down next to YN, his eyes still attached to the little baby that he now got to call his niece. “Of course I do!”. YN gently moved so she could place her little girl into her brother’s arms. “‘ello…you’re so tiny”. Louis smiled down at the newborn. “You look just like your Mummy!”.

“Harry said that when she was born” YN explained as she remembered their conversation after she was born. “He said she looks like Mum too”.

Louis let out a sad smile. “I can see Mum too…I just didn’t want to say incase it made you upset”.

“It brings me comfort…yah know to think I can see Mum’s face again”. YN reassured him as they both look at the sleeping baby, who was still content in her uncle’s arms. 

Harry returned to the room, with three mugs of tea in his hands. He smiled at the sight of his daughter cuddled up in Louis’ arms. “Suits you Lou!”. He teased, earning a “fook off Harold!”.

The three spent the afternoon chatting, drinking tea and being absolutely obsessed with the new arrival. But Louis realised he hadn’t heard them mention and it began to make him curious.

“So has this little beauty got a name?”. Louis looked between his sister and Harry as they shared a cheeky grin. 

“She does.” YN smiled innocently at her brother, not giving anything away. 

Louis looked for any signs on the newborn clothing or something in the room but he was still clueless. “Are you gonna tell me?”.

There was a short pause before YN gave in a revealed their daughter’s name. “Meet Grace Johannah Robyn Styles!”.

YN and Harry noticed Louis swallow harshly, almost like he was trying to hold his emotions back but he was quick to wipe away a single tear from his cheek. He looked down at Grace in his arms and was completely overwhelmed at how much thought had gone into her name. 

“I love it…and I love you both for giving her a thoughtful name”. Louis complimented the special name. 

“They are all special people…who will always be with us”. Harry kept his focus on his daughter, as he thought about the three people they had lost. 

“They’re all proud of you…and so am I!” Louis’ voice was emotional, a slight tremble to it. “Especially you”. He spoke directly to YN. “You make me extra proud”. 

Tears streamed down YN’s cheeks at his words. Harry wrapping his arms around her to comfort her. “I couldn’t ask for a better Mum for our Gracie!”. Harry kissed the top of her head as she wiped away her tears. 

“You two need to stop, I’m going to flood this place”. YN tried to hold back more tears from falling. But in true YN style she managed to make them both laugh, with her lack of care to what she said. “I need my baby back…before my boobs do a milk explosion!”.

“Welcome to the family Grace!”. 

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[hopefulromances]

I Can See You - Jamie Tartt Smut

I think I only had to post like 120 lines or whatever according to that writers poll (tagged by @whimsical-roasting and @sokkigarden ) but I decided to just go ahead and post the whole thing.

edit: I was actually tagged by @alwritey-aphrodite SORRY

Warnings: Minors DNI (18+ ONLY), sex, pnv, fingering, cunnilinugs mentioned, I'm acespec so give me a break with this

Summary: Roy's sister comes back to town.

Words: 4.1K

Exploring the halls of Nelson Road by yourself wasn’t something you’d thought you’d be doing. It was kinda insane that you hadn’t been here before but I guess there’s a first time for everything. The walls were filled with history and memorabilia of the teams long history in the Premier league.

            “You lost, love?” You looked over for the source of the voice. Jamie Tartt. You knew who he was, how could you not.

            “Uh, a bit, yeah,” You smiled back at him. “I’m looking for the coach’s office.”

Jamie walked over to lean against the wall in front of you. His eyes were downright devilish as her smirked at you.

            “The coaches are in a meeting right now. You’ll have to wait,” he explained. “But don’t worry, I’ll keep you company.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Oh, how kind of you.”

            “It’s one of my charms, kindness,” he drawled. “Amongst other things.”

You liked this game. You liked his face, actually, a lot. No one could deny that Jamie Tartt was an attractive person, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t stared at him as he played the game. Watching his strong legs and arms float him around the pitch, sweating and jeering for 90 minutes. He was good. Really good. And it was enchanting to watch.

            “Other things?” you questioned, tapping your chin. “You must be referring to your excellent football skills.”

Jamie chuckled, his eyes not-so-subtlety moving down and up over your body. “My football skills are quite good, I know. But, eh, that’s not what I was talking about.”

Despite your confident nature, Jamie was making you blush. You looked down, trying to hide the redness in your cheeks but glanced up through your eyelashes. But before you could respond, you spied your brother coming up behind Jamie.

            “Roy!” you called out. Jamie flinched, turning over his shoulder to see Roy approaching them. “I got lost, Jamie here was keeping me company.”

Roy glared at Jamie. “Was he now?” 

            “You’re here to see Roy?” Jamie questioned, looking over at me.

            “Course, I am!” I smiled giving Roy a friendly punch on the shoulder. “He’s my brother.”

Jamie’s eyes practically bulged out of his head. “Wait! But you’re not Phoebe’s mum.”

I rolled my eyes. “No, I’m not, I’m Roy’s other sister.” I turned to Roy. ‘You don’t talk about me?”

            “Fuck no! Why would I?” Roy grunted, shrugging. “Not their fucking business.”

That last comment seemed very pointed towards Jamie. I nudged Roy sending him a look that said, ‘back off’.  Jamie looked wildly, back and forth between you and your brother.

            “Anyways, you ready to go Roy?” I asked, trying to release the tension between the two men.

Roy just growled in response before hooking his arm with yours and starting to drag you away. You yelped and smiled, before turning over your shoulder and waving goodbye to Jamie.

            “Wait! I didn’t get your name,” he shouted out at you.

            “Fuck no!” Roy barked back.

I giggled and shrugged at Jamie, but not before sending him a smile as Roy walked me out the door.

The next time you came to pick up Roy, you waited in the parking lot. But Jamie emerged first, and you couldn’t help yourself.

            “Hi, Jamie,” you greeted from your space against the car.

He looked over at you and his eyes lit up. As much as you tried not to let it affect you, seeing him light up at the sight of you made you smile.

            “Roy Kent’s sister,” he replied, putting his phone away. “Good to see you.”

            “Good to see you too, Tartt,” Your eyes moved of their own accord as they looked down and up his body. He was wearing a denim shirt with the word ICON written across it and a single earring that was driving you mad. “Good game today?”

            “Sure, we won” his hands came to rest on his cross-body bag. “You here to pick up granddad are ya?”

You raised your keys in the air. “Got me. Goin’ to Sam’s restaurant thing tonight.”

            “Oh, yeah?” Jamie’s eyebrows went up with interest. “You’ll be there?”

            “Come now, Jamie,” I hummed, “Aren’t you afraid of my brother?”

Jamie scoffed. “I ain’t scared of nobody. ‘Specially not that hairy bastard.”

You widened your eyes, looking over Jamie’s shoulder. “Hey Roy!”

Jamie jumped, turning around quickly, an excuse already bubbling past his lips. When he turned and saw no one there he looked over his shoulder, frowning. “That’s not funny.”

            “I actually found it quite amusing,” you retorted, unable to hold you laugh back. When Jamie turned back around, he was much closer to you. You felt your breathing hitch and stood up straighter, so you were eye-to-eye.

            “Did you?” Jamie murmured, much too quietly, much too intimately for the conversation.

But you didn’t back down, despite your shaking breath. “I did, Tartt.”

You and Jamie stared at each other. Jamie’s eyes glanced down at your lips before meeting your eyes again. God, he looked so good. His hair dangling in his face just begging for you to run your hands through it. You see it. Teeth clashing, lips gnawing, hands wandering. All you needed to do was reach forward for him.

You could feel yourself leaning forward when the door to the club slammed open. You and Jamie flew apart, putting a good amount of distance between the two of you. As you suspected, Roy came walking over to the two of you. He looked back and forth at the space between the two of you and the innocent looks on both of your faces.

Finally, he turned to Jamie, and poked his chest, hard. “If you touch her, Tartt. I will rip you limb from limb.”

            “I didn’t do nothin��!” Jamie protested. “Was just saying hi, you dusty dirtbag.”

            “Hey, hey!” You rushed forward getting between the two of them. “That’s enough alright, both of you. Roy, let’s go.”  You grabbed Roy’s arm and started dragging him away from Jamie.

            “I’m serious, Tartt! Don’t even think about it!” Roy growled, even as he let you take him away.

            “Roy, stop it.”

The restaurant was great, it was beautiful. All the boys from the team were there and the food was delicious. Since moving back to Richmond, you’d been feeling a little lonely and were glad to finally find some people you could hang out with.

Roy introduced you to Rebecca, the owner of the team, and Keeley the PR manager for the team. Both of them were excited to meet you, welcoming you with open arms and a very filled champagne glass.

            “So, tell us,” Rebecca started, filling up your glass. “What do you do?”

            “Of course, Roy has told you nothing about me,” I laughed, taking a sip. “I’m a marketing consultant for major athletic wear brands. Nike, Adidas, you know.”

Keeley gaped at you. “Babes, that’s so cool, how have we not worked together?”

            “I don’t do brand deals, I do more… corporate stuff,” I explained. “Much less fun.”

As they continued to question me, I found my eyes wandering over to Jamie who was sitting, or brooding more like, in the corner. I tried to stay focus on the conversation, but my eyes kept drifting over to him. Was it possible that he was more attractive as moody as he was?”

            “What’s his deal?” I asked, nodding towards. Rebecca and Keeley shared a look, both taking long sips of their drinks. “What? Is he like… off limits?”

            “No… well, you for maybe?” Keeley responded. “He’s a sweet guy.”

            “Keeley and Jamie used to date,” Rebecca interrupted.

            “Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” you said, quickly, trying to cover.

Keeley waved you off. “Don’t even worry about it, I don’t care. I don’t know how Roy would feel about it.”

            “Fuck if I care what Roy thinks,” I shrugged, downing the rest of my drink.

Rebecca and Keeley laughed.

            “Yep, you are definitely Roy’s sister,” Keeley observed, filling your drink up again.

You managed to keep your mind off of Jamie for the majority of the night. That was until he got up and walked into the kitchen, where the bathrooms were. I waited a minute before excusing myself to follow. I found him leaning against the wall, staring at his phone outside the bathroom.  

            “Well, you’ve been moping all night,” I came over and leaned against the wall across from him. The hallway was pretty narrow, not a lot of space for the both of us but we made it work.

He looked up at me, his face lighting up once again at the sight, but not much. “Yeah, well, it’s Zava, innit? He’s more than enough for that lot.”

I hummed, nodding. “Well, Zava’s not the one I’ve been staring at all night.”

            “Oh, really?” He pushed himself off the wall. “Who you been looking at?”

Now we truly were inches apart. Our eyes matched, as he stared at me. I felt my face flush as he boxed me into the wall behind me. I bit my lip, practically salivating as I looked at him.

            “I was looking at you, Jamie.”

He pressed you up against the wall, his lips covering yours in a deep kiss. One that took your breath away and left your mind completely blank. So blank that you didn’t think about the rest of the club just a wall away, chatting and eating. So blank, that the fact that your brother would kill both of you if he found out about this didn’t even cross your mind. All you could think about was Jamie’s lips against yours, and the way his tongue was shoving its way down your throat.

His hands gripped into your hips, surely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingerprints for you to find tomorrow. He moved his lips, leaving sloppy kisses down your jaw to your neck where he began to suck a mark right behind your ear. A broken moan slipped past your lips, involuntarily, and Jamie’s lips left your neck. You whined at the sudden lack of touch from Jamie, but he just raised his head to meet your eyes.

            “You gotta be quiet, love,” he murmured, bringing a finger up to his lips. “Can’t make a sound.” He brought his hand to your face, tracing your lips delicately, before pulling them away once again. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded hastily. Anything to get him to touch you again. He smirked before returning his lips to yours in a sloppy, heated kiss. You reciprocated, your hands flying up to tangle in his hair, pushing him even closer into you. Jamie’s hands slipped further and further down your back going down to cup your ass in his hands. The gasp that left your mouth was swallowed by Jamie as he kneaded your skin in his hands. Every part of him was touching every part of you, his hands pushing you into him.

Then, Jamie’s hand was slipping under your skirt. He rubbed you over your undergarments, feeling the dampness that had formed.

            “God,” He grunted, leaning his forehead against yours. His hand made tight circles over your most sensitive area, expertly teasing you through your clothes. “You’re so fucking wet already. Is this all for me?”

            “All for you, Jamie,” you whimpered back, leaning your head against the wall.

            “Mm, let’s take care of you, shall we?” he mumbled, pushing aside your panties.

His callused fingers ran through your slick, before landing on your clit.  You couldn’t help but yelp at the surge of pleasure that shot through you. Just as quickly as it was there, the touch was gone in a second. You wanted to cry but Jamie just shushed you.

            “If you can’t be quiet, we have to stop.” He brought his free hand up to cover your mouth. “Are you ready?”

You nodded and his fingers were back on you in a second. Keeping one hand on your mouth, he continued kissing your jaw and neck while his fingers explored your pussy. Trying to stay quiet was excruciating, every flick of his wrist sent your reeling as you closed your eyes and tried to quiet your mind.  Without warning, two of Jamie’s fingers entered you down to the knuckle. You bit your lip, trying to dampen the wail that was trying to make its way through your lips.

You could feel his grin against your neck as he began to pump his fingers in and out in and out over and over. Stroking your insides just the right way to buckle your knees. But Jamie kept you propped up against the wall. His thumb found your clit pressing against it in rhythm with his fingers. He added a third finger into your pussy, stretching you just enough to drive you crazy.

You felt it building in your lower stomach. The warm pressure building as he pressed his nose into your check, his forehead sweaty against your temple as he focused on building your pleasure.

            “You close, baby?” He grunted against your cheek. You nodded again, not able to form words in your mind. All you could feel was Jamie’s body against yours and his fingers knuckle deep inside you. “That’s it, babe, go ahead and cum. Cum for me.”

Then Jamie pressed his thumb against your clit and moved his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion inside you. Like a breaking of a rope, your body snapped as you came. Your head flew back against the wall as your mouth hung open in a silent scream. Jamie smiled as he pressed a few kisses to your exposed neck, working you through the length of your orgasm. Once you stopped convulsing long enough to see again, Jamie removed his fingers from inside you, bringing them up to his lips to suck into his mouth. That alone made you want to cum all over again. 

You brought a hand up and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into searing kiss. You moved your hand down to pull at his belt, but he stopped you, pulling your hands to wrap around his neck instead.

            “Fuck,” you breathed out against his lips. You still felt the aftershocks pulsing through you as he continued to kiss your jaw. They weren’t as sloppy anymore, more purposeful as he kissed your skin. “That was good.”

            “Yeah?” Jamie hummed, pulling back to look at you.

You nodded at him, sucking your swollen lips into your mouth. “Yeah.”

You wished you could say that was the last time you and Jamie sneaked away for a heated make out session. You started coming even earlier to pick up Roy from work, so that Jamie could whisk you into the boot room and make you see heaven.

He was an addiction. You were his secret mission. The two of you unable to stay away from each other. If Roy ever found out about it you would be done, for sure. But Jamie made you feel things that no one else ever had. He was giving and generous with what he gave, never once asking for anything in return.

But it became a real problem the first time you brought him over to your house. You were lonely, and desperate and Jamie texted you at just the right moment of weakness for you to cave instantly.

He’d barely made it two steps in the door when you attacked him with your lips. He was quick to reciprocate, kicking the door closed behind him.

            “Mm, someone’s missed me,” he murmured against your lips.

            “Shut up,” you breathed out, dragging him to your room.

He made quick work of you, making you cum in record time against his mouth. He smiled up at you from between your legs, wiping your slick off his mouth. You laid back against the table, your limbs going limp. He crawled up your body, caging you in between his arms.  

You looked up at him, head still a little foggy as he leaned down to kiss you. You hummed against his lips, feeling very content in his arms. He moved down your jaw, back to his favorite part to suck behind your ear.

            “You wanna let me help you out, Jaim?” You asked, your hands going down to his belt.

He took your hand in his, pinning it above your head. “Don’t worry about it.”

He returned to your neck, sending a shiver down your back. You couldn’t help but frown though, feeling like you owed him something. He’d never once let you give him even so much as a hand job. For the number of orgasms, he’d given you, it was the least you could do. Reluctantly, you pushed his face away from your neck with your free hand.

            “Why won’t you let me touch you, hm?” you asked, your thumb rubbing over his bottom lip.

He leaned down to kiss you again, softly. “Don’t worry about it.”

            “You said that, now tell me why,” you shot back, looking at him seriously. “Why won’t you let me make you feel good, Jamie?”

He cocked his head as he looked down at you, studying your features. “I don’t want you to think you owe me anything.” He leaned down again, his lips hovering right over yours. “I do this because I think you’re fucking gorgeous.” He kissed the corner of your lips. “I do this cause you deserve to feel so good, baby girl.”

You shivered again; he was really good at making you do that. But of all the men you’d dated, all the women you’d seen, no one had ever said anything so beautiful to you before.

            “Jamie,” you said softly. “I want you to feel good.” You pushed your hands into his back, pulling him flush against you. “I want you to fuck me, Jamie.”

Now it was Jamie’s turn to shutter. You could feel his hardon beneath his pants. He let out a shaky breath as he struggled to keep his hips still.

            “You don’t understand, (Y/N)” He nearly growled. “The things I see in my head… I can see you under me all night.”

            “Then make me stay here, baby.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His lips attacked yours, kissing you in a heated embraced as his hips ground down into yours. Your hands flew up around his shoulders, his large broad shoulders, before tangling in his hair.

You took control, wrapping your legs around his waist and rolling the two of you over so you were on top. Jamie grinned up at you as you took your shirt off, followed by your bra. He let out a content sigh as he looked up at you, his hands sliding up your back before finding your breasts. He licked his lips as he rubbed over your nipples with his thumbs. You shuddered covering his hands with yours as he held your boobs.

            “Alright,” you took his hands off of you. “You are far too clothed.”

He laughed and reached down to grab his shirt, struggling to pull it off over his head. You giggled going to help him as he tried to tug it off.  You finally managed to get it over his head and off his hands, balling it up and throwing it across the room. You both laughed as you leaned down to kiss him again.

You began leading your trail of kisses down his torso to his happy trail before finally making it to the top of his pants. You took his belt off, before yanking down his pants. He lifted his hips to help you as you fell back on the bed, tugging his pants off. You laughed again as you fell back on the bed.

Jamie, however, took advantage of your fall to grab you by your foot and tug you back towards him. He sat up and moved you, so you were resting on the pillows, back beneath him as he promised.

            “Look at you,” he groaned, looking down at your body as he rolled a condom on over his dick. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He attacked your neck, like he loved doing. “Underneath me.”

            “Jamie!” You cried out as he bit your collarbone.

            “Oohh, calling my name,” He chuckled, moving down to kiss the valley between your breasts. “This is what you were made for.” He came back up to your lips, kissing you slowly, tugging on your lip with his teeth as he pulled back.

            “Please, Jamie,” You begged, pulling his face back down towards you. “Please.”

He didn’t answer, just kissed you again. But his legs slotted between yours before pushing them apart with his thighs. When he pushed into you, you couldn’t breathe, breaking your kiss with Jamie as you threw your head back. Jamie didn’t miss a beat, following your lips with his own, covering them to swallow and noises that escaped your throat.

He rocked into you, slow and deep, rocking you back and forth with each movement. This was more than just fucking; this was church, and Jamie was your god. You moaned in a high pitch breath resting your forehead on Jamie’s as you wrapped your arms around him.

            “Look at me, baby, just me,” he instructed.

You managed to open your eyes to look at him. His eyes were beautiful. A stormy shade of blue and gray that captured you immediately. You rolled over again, forcing him underneath you. You sat back on his thighs, pumping him in your hand a few times before sliding him back between your slick thighs. You let out a breath as he bottomed out inside you. You looked up at Jamie who had a lazy smile on his face as he watched you.

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your breast, helping him to massage them in his hands. You bounced your hips against his, finding a steady rhythm. You adjusted your hips to hit that spot inside you that felt just right. You nearly collapsed against him as you felt him twitch inside you, getting close to the edge. He brought his hands between you to find your clit, rubbing quick tight circles.

            “Ahh, Jamie,” You croaked out, falling flush against his chest.

            “That’s it baby, keep it going,” He grunted, his snapping his hips up to meet yours.

It was too much. His arm keeping you wrapped against his chest, his other hand pressing onto your clit, his cock filling you just the right way, it was so warm and the warmth spread to all your limps.

            “Jamie, I’m gonna-“

            “I know, I got you, go on and cum.”

That was all the permission you needed as you mouth fell open and the cord inside you snapped and you stilled on top of him. No sound left your mouth as you stiffened in Jamie’s grasp, static shock filling your lungs as pleasure overtook your senses. Jamie let out a strangled groan as his hips began to stutter and he finally stilled as he came.

Your breath finally caught up to you and you fell off him onto the bed next to him. Your legs were still tangled causing you to face him as you did. Your chest heaved as you worked on regulating your breathing. Jamie turned on his side and pulled you towards him.

You rested your head on the same pillow as him looking up as he propped himself up on his shoulder.  

            “Fuck,” you breathed out, smiling up at him. “That was good.”

Jamie chuckled as he moved some loose hairs out of face. “You said that the first time… do you remember?”

            “Course, I do,” I replied, resting my hand on his waist. “I remember everytime. But this.” I nodded in contentment. “This was better.”

Jamie stared down at you, his hand sliding up and down the thigh that still rested on his hip. It was an intimate movement, but one you welcomed. He got a faraway look on his face as he looked at you.

            “What are you thinking about?” You asked.

            “Just how Roy really is gonna kill me,” he told you, pulling you even closer to him by your thigh.

            “I think we’re long past that stage,” you admitted, shifting to be on your side.

            “Yeah, but now I’m proper into you,” Jamie said. “Might even love you.”

And he meant it. You looked between his eyes looking for any ounce of disingenuity but there was none. You lifted your head and kissed him again, softly.

            “Well, then he better not find out that I love you, too.”

And you meant it.

[thesturniolos]

warning signs

chris sturniolo | angst 😛

| triggers: alcohol, swearing

| long distance makes couples crumble much opposed to the closeness it apparently brings.

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“does it ever occur to you that-“

“don’t say it.” i pull my hand up to shade his face from my vision. although he’s my best friend, i can’t begin to talk about it. i swig the bottle and shake my head as i feel the burn fall down my throat.

he runs a hand through his hair and throws his body back onto my bed.

i look down at him to see a weak smile. it’s a smile of sympathy. sympathy that i don’t want or need to have.

“we’re fine.” i say but underneath my sharp tone there’s a slight wobble of concern. because it’s not how it was.

i look down at my phone and it flashes with a notification but i’m distracted by the wallpaper behind it.

it’s a picture of me and chris by the beach. he’s picking me up from the sand and swinging me round while we both laugh. it was the best day of my life. it was the day he asked me to be his, the day he promised me we’d be together forever.

well i believed that. after all, we’d been together for most of our life anyways - thanks to our mums being best friends since they were little, we were kinda destined to be inseparable too.

that was until he went to LA after his youtube career skyrocketed. i had never been happier for him and his brothers, knowing they were doing exactly what they’d dreamed of since we were children.

but what comes with a demanding industry like there’s is crazy fans and all around the clock non-stop entertainment.

our time together lessened and lessened as he signed up for interviews and tours and met more and more fans.

it didn’t bother me because i saw how happy he was to have been given that opportunity and seeing his smile was worth it all.

but it’s when i couldn’t see that grin anymore is when i found myself slipping into a place of darkness, like the curtains had been drawn on me.

i didn’t feel like a girlfriend anymore, i felt like a shadow. like a burden even.

even before they left for the big LA, he seemed to have become irritated by my presence, he started to go to bed early and i only saw him for about fifteen minutes when i got up and ten minutes when i got home before he found something else to do.

matt and nick saw this happening and tried to include me into their videos and podcasts but chris made it clear that i wasn’t allowed claiming the fans wouldn’t like it.

but what if i didn’t like it? did that even matter?

so now i find myself nearly 3000 miles away looking down at the bright light in my hand, wishing he was next to me and that it was like old times.

except he hadn’t texted me in a week and he’s been gone six months. that’s nearly 200 days without seeing him.

to think last year i couldn’t have gone 24 hours without a hug from him to now holding a teddy in my arms wishing it were chris.

i felt embarrassed to sit here and still think naively think we were still even a thing. because what’s a relationship without words?

i understand long distance is hard but nobody said it would do this to us, we were supposed to be forever.

i often think about the day at the beach, i wish it never happened. then i wouldn’t feel broken now.

“i really think you ought to call him.” says nate.

nate had been the triplets’ best friend too. he just like me was dropped but he still remained close with the likes of matt and nick.

“but it’s always me calling and it’s always me texting. how long do i have to fucking wait until he does that for me, nate? because quite frankly i’m fed up with being the only one who cares around here.”

there was silence for a bit and i could feel him staring at me.

a tear falls down my cheek and i let it fall onto my leg.

“i miss him so much, nate. why doesn’t he want me anymore?”

“i don’t know.” he hugs me in close and rubs my arm.

the truth is, this is the first hug i’ve had for six months.

“y/n?” the door opens and i’m face to face with the one person i need most.

“chris?”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Ancient Greece

@wolfstarmicrofic August 21, word count 940

This is the last part of the Apple Core Series from a Wolfstar POV. There will be a part three starting next month where I am going to write my first Rosekiller. Hope you've all enjoyed the story so far.

Previous part First Jegulus part

Everyone was in on Monday. Effie had insisted and, as usual, she got her way. But Regulus had called in a few friends for the occasion as well. 

“Who are they and why are they in my kitchen?” Sirius asked his brother with a sceptical look on his face as he took in the two men and the tiny elf-like woman with a ridiculous amount of floaty hair, standing just inside the door. 

“These insane people are your personal protection unit. The second Wormtail steps foot in the café, they will be on him. Have you ever seen a lion lake down a wilder beast? That’s them.” Regulus smiled proudly as he gestured to his friends. 

“That’s really kind of you to volunteer them, Reggie, but you do know that we’re just going to ban him and not kill him, right?”

“Aw, take all the fun out of it, why don’t you,” The one he thought was Barty sulked. 

“Don’t worry, babe, you can stab me in bed tonight,” Evan purred in his ear loud enough for them all to hear. 

“I think I’m about to have a stroke,” Sirius groaned, dropping his head into his hand. 

“I can smell burning toast,” Pandora piped up, sniffing the surrounding air.

“Shit!” Sirius spun around, pulled the burnt toasties from the machines and tossed them straight into the bin.  

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” Regulus patted Sirius’s arm. “They’ll scare him just enough so that he never comes back.”

“Fine. Now get out of my kitchen, I have toasties to create!”

 ***

It didn’t take long for Wormtail to turn up. He waltzed in as though nothing was amiss, not that he knew it was, and sat at his usual table. He opened the menu, blocking his view in front of him, and began reading. That’s when Barty and Evan pounced. 

“Hello,” Evan said, his voice smooth as velvet. Wormtail jumped and dropped his menu. 

“Oh, er, hi. Erm, I don’t really like sharing a table, if, if you don’t mind,” He squeaked nervously as Barty picked up the fork from in front of him and twirled it in his fingers. 

“Well, we don’t like little rats who film our friends,” Barty said in an over-calm way. His smile was just a bit too toothy. Even Sirius felt unnerved from his viewpoint. 

Two chairs dragged across the floor and stopped beside the table. Effie and Monty sat down, looking all polite. 

“And we don’t appreciate our son’s being used for your entertainment,” Effie hissed. Barty looked at her impressed. Sirius felt like there’d be another handful of strays added to their family by the end of this. 

“What she said,” Monty said cheerfully as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Wormtail. 

“Peter?” Pandora appeared out of nowhere. “Peter Pettigrew, is that you?” She gasped. “Oh, haven’t you been naughty? I’ve a good mind to tell your mother on you. Using my dear friend Sirius to get views online. That’s not very nice, you know,” She chastised him. 

Two more chairs joined the group. 

“The only one who can torture my brother is me,” Regulus sneered. "The fact you think you have the right to film him at all is beyond me." 

“Dickhead,” James shot at him. 

“James Fleamont Potter, language,” Effie gasped. 

“Sorry, Mum,” James flushed and tried again. “You hurt my friend, prepare to di—” Monty elbowed his son in the ribs, “Have a good telling off,” He huffed. 

Remus took Sirius’s hand and led him over to the table. 

"It gives me great pleasure, Mr Pettigrew, to inform you--” Remus said too sweetly. 

“Sling your hook, you're barred!” Sirius shouted at the cowering man. Wormtail jumped to his feet and ran for the door.   

Then, like some film about Ancient Greece, they all charged down the giant rat, yelling and screaming after him. Sirius brandishing his toastie tongs and Remus throwing coffee cup lids like discuses, as Peter Pettigrew scurried down the road as fast as his short legs could carry him and disappeared around the corner out of sight. 

“I got it all on film! I got it all on film!” Effie cried out excitedly. 

“So did I,” Monty grinned wildly. “Oh, wait,” His face fell. “I had it on the wrong camera. It’s just my face.”

“So who’s watching the café?” James asked once they were done cheering and laughing at Monty. 

“Oh shit!” Sirius yelled and raced back to the unmanned café.

They went back to serving their customers as if nothing had happened. Sirius couldn't believe how lucky he was to have so many people who cared about him like his chosen family did. Remus came up behind him and wrapped him in a hug. Sirius turned his face so he could kiss Remus on the lips. "I love these guys so much," He said, sighing happily as he watched them all chatting and laughing. 

"I love you," Remus whispered in his ear, making Sirius's knees go weak. 

"I love you too," He said, capturing Remus's lips with his own again. "Think Reggie would mind if we snuck off into his flat for a bit?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

"Yes he bloody would!" Regulus glared at them. "Mine." 

"Want a bet?" Sirius asked, but didn't wait for an answer as he dragged Remus out of the staff door with Regulus screaming bloody murder behind them.

He spun Remus around and kissed him properly. "Chinese for tea?"

"Yeah, go on then," Remus laughed, kissing him one more time before going back to his counter to take the orders of their waiting customers. 

[satansapostle6]

fire and ice | james cook

Cook’s interest is piqued when an old childhood friend moves in across the street.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content.

part two.

part three.

“Tiff?”

No response.

“Tiff!”

Tiffany Wheeler irritably jumped out of bed, fully aware that it was far too early to be waking up even for school, pants-less with disheveled hair as she heard her name being called from downstairs.

“What?!” she yelled as she opened her bedroom door.

“Your friend’s here!”

Tiffany frowned in confusion.

“Who’s here this early?!” she called from the top of the stairs.

“Dunno him!” was the only answer she received.

Tiff ran back into her bedroom, haphazardly throwing her pink robe over her clothes before running down the stairs to see who could possibly be showing up so early.

“Cook?!”

She ran a hand through her messy hair, flabbergasted.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Cook shrugged.

The more Tiff actually looked at him, the worse he looked. His hair was a mess, there were dark bags under his eyes, and he smelled of liquor and spliff. He looked half-dead.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t sleep at all last night?” she questioned.

“That’s right,” Cook confirmed proudly, swigging from the bottle in his hand.

To her horror, Tiff quickly realized he was swigging vodka, in continuation from the night before.

“Fucking hell. Did my mum see that?!” she demanded in a harsh whisper.

“No idea,” he responded truthfully.

“Get upstairs!” she ordered, rushing him up the stairs as her mother had decided to start on breakfast in the kitchen before she had to leave for work. “Now!”

Laughing the whole way up, James Cook fished a loose spliff in his pants before Tiff smacked him on the arm.

“You can’t smoke in here, twat!” she reprimanded him like a child.

“Why the fuck not?” he demanded, spliff hanging by his lips.

“Because I have a normal mum, you tosser!”

“Ooh, that’s not very nice, Tiff,” he mocked her. “You know my mum kicked me out!”

“Probably fucking deserved it!” she spat, shaking her head angrily as she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it onto the bed behind her. “Stay in here.”

Cook’s eyes widened as Tiff casually went shirtless, disappearing into the bathroom across the hall as he was left sitting on her bed, sitting up quickly as he tried to peek. He somehow got a glimpse of nothing, desperately watching for movement of the bathroom door as he heard the shower turn on.

He slumped back down lazily onto Tiffany’s bed, already bored out of his mind as he took another swig from his bottle, waiting for her to come back. He wasn’t allowed to smoke, and he wasn’t allowed to wander. Naturally, he decided to at least respect Tiffany’s mother’s rules, carelessly bounding off into the hall.

The first thing that Cook noticed was that there weren’t many pictures in the Wheeler home, if any. This, for some reason, stood out to him. He slowly realized as he wandered around Tiff’s home that her childhood home, which he had visited once when he was only six years old, was practically littered with family photos, of Tiffany, and Andrew, and their younger brother, Nate, who Cook had only heard about.

He didn’t quite understand why there were no pictures. The rest of the house downstairs was fully furnished and decorated already. But for some reason, Tiff’s mother had hardly hung up or displayed any photos. Cook had only noticed one downstairs, of Tiff, Nate, and their mother, taken recently, which Cook partly noticed because of the absence of Andrew.

He eventually wandered into the bedroom up the hall from Tiff’s, taking a swig from his bottle as he looked around. There wasn’t much in the room; it was mostly furniture, with a single family photo resting on the nightstand. This one, he saw as he slowly picked it up with care, had Andrew in it.

Cook stared at the framed photograph for a moment, studying the energy between Tiff and her late brother. Tiffany actually looked happy in the photo, something Cook rarely saw. She was standing between her two brothers, hand rested on her little brother’s back as her elder brother wrapped his arm tight around her, almost in a joking manner, like a protective bear hug.

Cook nearly jumped when a sound interrupted him. He whipped around in a delayed, nearly-drunk fashion, seeing a woman with brown hair entering the room behind him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Her tone was surprisingly not accusatory, as far as Cook could tell, seeing as he’d been reprimanded by the owners of many different dwellings he’d entered for various reasons. Tiffany’s mother didn’t sound accusatory, or angry; she just seemed to be confused.

“Er, sorry,” Cook apologized as she watched him set the picture frame back down. “Just… Looking,” he offered.

“Oh,” she said, seeming surprised as she came into the room. “We took that on Andrew’s sixteenth birthday,” she continued, pointedly ignoring the large, mostly-empty bottle in Cook’s hand.

He nodded, looking back down at the picture.

“He looks happy,” Cook remarked as he pointed. “Or, looked, anyway,” he corrected himself politely.

“He was,” Tiffany’s mother agreed. “But only because Tiff was there… Me and him, we got into a spat, a few minutes before that was taken. Caught him smoking weed in his room.”

Cook nodded as he took in the information.

“I had to call Tiff back early. She was with her friends… I had to beg her to come home. He wouldn’t stop yelling at me,” she remarked wistfully. “But the moment she stepped through that door, it was like nothing had happened.”

Cook smiled through the sadness of the story.

“At least your son loved somebody, Mrs. Wheeler.”

She looked at him funny after he spoke, as if thrown off by what he said. Cook didn’t understand why; he thought he’d been polite, but he knew he had a tendency to muck up conversations with people’s parents, especially the mothers.

“I’m not Mrs. Wheeler,” she told him somewhat bitterly. “Haven’t been for almost two decades…”

“Then what do I call you?” Cook inquired, curious.

She looked at him, almost admiring his lack of decorum. “‘Rebecca’ will do. I’ve been Rebecca Meeks for thirteen years now.”

Cook beamed handsomely, excited at the prospect of a mother, any mother, who actually liked him.

“Smashing, Rebecca. How do you do?” he joked.

“I’m trying,” she said simply, looking at the time on her watch, which had been a birthday present from her father. “Now, what might your name be, freeloader?”

“Cook,” he smiled, appreciating her sense of humor.

“Very well then, Cook. You want a real breakfast, or do you want to keep drinking that glorified toilet bowl cleaner?”

Cook chuckled as he followed her downstairs, rushing eagerly. Cook sat down at the table, across from twelve year-old Nate, who was watching him like a hawk as he ate his eggs.

“Hello there,” Cook said with a smile. “Nate, isn’t it?”

The young boy stared at him blankly, cautiously poking at his food with a fork as he continued to observe him unsparingly.

“Nate doesn’t speak to guests until he gets used to them,” Rebecca sighed as she scooped the remainder of what was in the breakfast pan onto his plate. “Took him three years to get used to his father.”

“Thank you,” Cook said as he accepted the food. “Where is he, anyway?” he asked out of curiosity.

“Same place as Andrew,” the woman said. “Since six years ago.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” he apologized, genuinely feeling as if he was tormenting this poor woman.

“Cook, it’s been six years now. If anything, I was hoping the ‘I’m sorry’ phase of it all was over.”

“Right,” he nodded, glad she felt how he thought he would’ve in that situation.

“So,” Rebecca said as she quickly sat down to eat, “You got a last name, or is it just ‘Cook’, like Eminem?”

“It’s James Cook, Rebecca Meeks,” he quipped.

“You seem like the kind of lad to be yelling out his own last name at a party,” she stated.

“Really?” Cook laughed, as she pointedly glanced at the bottle sitting on her dining table.

“Yep.”

“Well, I won’t lie. I like to party,” he shrugged.

“I know,” she assured him. “That’s why I don’t mind you hanging out with Tiff.”

Cook looked at her strangely, not understanding.

“You want me going to parties with your daughter?” he asked her.

“Strangely, yes,” Rebecca nodded thoughtfully. “I used to hate the way she used to go out… But Tiffany’s hardly spoken much to anyone since her brother’s passing. She doesn’t seem like she’s had any real fun in months, she’s been drinking and smoking like her father. She comes home smelling like cigarettes and spliff, and half the time she’s drunk and out by nine…”

Cook looked into her cold blue eyes, taken with her features that somehow looked so much like her daughter’s.

“Suddenly, I’d love for her to stay out until one in the morning again,” she confessed, a distant look in her eyes as she looked down at her plate.

“You knew what she was doing?” he asked.

Rebecca just scoffed bitterly. “How could you not?” she demanded. “And I knew Andrew was drinking, and doing drugs, too… My mistake was believing he had it in him to stop, eventually.”

Cook just nodded. For a moment, he didn’t speak, listening to the sadness in the woman’s voice as she sat beside him. He’d never really heard a parent say such a thing before, and he wondered if he ever could have heard something like it from his own mother.

“I’m only telling you this, Cook, because I trust that you and Tiffany are good friends,” she informed him.

“And why would you trust in that?” he asked.

“Because. You’re the first and only friend she’s had over since we moved in,” she replied simply.

Cook ate in silence, contemplating what she said in surprise.

“Thank you, Rebecca. For the food,” he said, changing the subject.

“You’re welcome, Cook. Tell me… What’re your parents like?” she wondered. “Anything like you?”

James Cook couldn’t help but be captivated by her wit, and perception. “Yeah… My dad’s just like Tiff’s dad, I reckon. And my mum… Well. She’s not like you,” he concluded humorously.

“What am I like?” she asked as she ate.

“Responsible,” Cook said, “Normal.”

“Ah. I see,” Rebecca nodded. “Well… If you ever need breakfast… I’m usually here,” she offered, as her son watched in silence.

*****

“Ready to go?” Tiff called as she came downstairs, dressed for school.

Cook looked up at her as he stood up in front of the sofa. She wore nothing she hadn’t probably worn in front of Cook before, just a sleek black top and a nice pair of jeans, but as he looked at her, black bangs, green eyes, and almost pearlescent skin, he found that he felt something, other than aroused.

“Hell yes, I am,” he nodded. “Heading up to your room, then?” he grinned.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tiff rolled her eyes as she stormed off toward the door.

-

part four.

[lala3244]

Indulgence WRATH

~ Yes it’s me again. I am not sure if other fanfic writers read my stories but I wanted to thank them for the inspiration they gave me to write stories ❤️ (and also people who like and re blogs them ❤️ thank you so much)~

A/N: I took some initiatives for how the pacts with the brothers work. I am not saying it is how it is supposed to work like that or how I headcannon it but it serves the purpose of my story.

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What would happen if you indulge in their sins?

==================================== Warnings: mentions of : alcohol(barely)/ violence (nothing explicit really) / blood

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They were following you since you went back to the human world for a well deserved vacation. You needed to see your family. You never noticed them as they were being careful for you not to see them and you had no reason to think that someone would do that. You had been in the Devildom for a few months and even though it was hard at the beginning, you fitted in rapidly. The 7 brothers started to warm up to you slowly, one by one and you made the prowess to have a pact with all of them. The other demons seemed to either like you and tried to be your friend or they just tolerated your presence but you never had any problem with them. So you enjoyed your stay with your parents, telling stories about the brothers, of course while hiding that you were in fact staying in Hell. For the first evening with them, your parents invited the rest of the family who lived near them for a nice dinner. You enjoyed catching up with your cousins, seeing your nephews and siblings, and just genuinely enjoying your evening without a care in the world. The next couple of days was spending time sightseeing with your parents and seeing other family members who couldn’t come to the little party your mum threw for you.

You received a text from your favourite cousin who invited you to her house which you accepted eagerly. So that evening, you got ready and your mum gave you a lift to your cousin’s home. When you exited the car, your mother promised to come pick you up in the morning. You nodded and smiled at her while telling her good night. The whole evening was spent drinking and talking while listening to some music. It was getting late so you all went to bed. You woke up the next day a tad hungover and looking at your phone. It was still early but got up anyway as you heard someone in the kitchen. 

You had some breakfast while talking to your cousin and waited for your mum but she was late. You looked at your phone and saw no text which was weird as you knew she would have texted you to say that she was on her way. Still you waited. After an hour, you called her but you only got her voicemail, so you tried your dad. Same result. You started to get worried and asked your cousin to bring you back to their house. 

After jumping off the car, you ran to the front door of your parents’ house and you gasped. The door looked like it had been kicked in and was left open. You looked outside and saw two figures further down the road which looked a bit familiar but you paid them no mind as you were worried sick. You tried to listen inside for any noise but didn’t hear any so you went inside. The hallway looked as tidy as ever except for a few splinters on the floor but when you entered the dining room, you felt your chest tightened at the sight. Both of your parents tied up to the chairs they were sitting on, both unconscious and both bloodied. You walked over them, trying to see if they were still alive and to your relief, they were. You let out the long breath you had been holding in and let some tears flowing on your cheeks. You tried to calm down and picked up your phone to call an ambulance. When you turned around while the phone was ringing you saw it. Bloody words written on the white wall in your parents’ living room. 

“To make them suffer, it’s to hurt you” 

The voice over the phone got you back to reality and you said what just happened. Once the phone call was over you turned back to the writing and read it over and over again until the true meaning of those words finally sunk in. You saw movements in your peripheral vision and looked at that direction. It was the two persons you saw earlier. They were smirking at you, proud of themselves then they ran off. You realised who they were, demons. You had seen them a few times when Diavolo, the future king of the Devildom, had thrown parties for whichever reason he came up with and they never talked to you but they would look at you with condescension. You were fine with that but you didn’t think that they would hate you that much. The realisation was slowly changing into disbelief then to anger. You were starting to shake as the anger took hold of your body. They used your family, tortured them for you to find and to hurt you knowing they did all of that so they could get to you. It was one thing to hurt you it was another to hurt someone you loved. The anger turned to fury. You felt a weird tingling where one of the pact’s marks was which became as a burning and you looked at it. It was the pact with Satan. It shone with an eerie light and when you touched it Satan appeared. You jumped at the demon’s appearance in the living room. He looked weird, sweat dripping down his temples but you didn’t have time to ask him anything as the paramedics had arrived and started to work on your parents without you telling them anything. 

You looked with a blank expression as they were working on cutting the rope holding your parents up in their chairs to put them on a stretcher then they left. Police arrived while the unconscious bodies were brought to the ambulance. They looked around and asked you a few questions then they saw the writing. They asked you if you knew who did that and you shook your head. They wrote your details down in case they needed for you to be questioned more then they took some notes and told you that you could leave and be with your family. You were surprised by how calm you were during all that time not panicking, you just basked in the feeling the fury you were nurturing gave you. You could hear the demon next to you breathing heavily and once it was the two of you, you turned your whole body to face him. “Satan? What are you doing here? And how?” He looked at you with his eyes that were glowing. He got closer to you and stood a few inches from you. “I don’t know? What happened? Where are we?” His voice was raspy, his eyes were showing an emotion you’ve never seen before and couldn’t name it. The fury you were feeling earlier was still present and constant, it felt like it was fuelled somehow as you weren’t one to feel like that for that long. You looked away from the Avatar of Wrath as you were intimidated by his intense gaze. “You are standing inside my parents’ house.” You trailed off… something felt off. Why weren’t you worried for your parents and going to the hospital to be with them or calling your siblings to let them know what happened. You shook your head. “Come, we have to get to the hospital. I’ll tell you on the way.” You looked for your mom’s keys, grabbed them and went to the car. 

You arrived at the hospital, the journey was short and you told Satan everything in the car. You kept looking at him. Satan was still looking at you weirdly but you waved it off as you tried to get preoccupied by your parents’ health. You had contacted your family while driving and they joined you at the hospital. You waited for a few hours before two doctors came over to give you some news. Your parents were fine, their injuries weren’t life-threatening and you could see them. You rushed to their bedsides and saw they were still unconscious but you all decided to stay until they woke up. Satan would stay behind as to not bother your family with his presence. 

You had been in the room for some time when a nurse with a mask entered the room. They looked familiar and you thought it was weird they were masked though. They looked at you and you felt a weird vibe coming off them then they looked at Satan who was watching them closely. Their eyes widened when they saw the other demon and they left in a hurry. You could feel Satan’s wrath fuelling yours as you realised what had just happened. Your head snapped towards the Avatar and you saw his eyes emitting a bright light and his aura darkened. You knew you had to calm him down as your family was there but all you could think about was that feeling flowing in your veins, filling you with a sense you wanted to bask in and let it overpower you. Satan finally looked at you and stared at you intensely. You knew then that he could feel the same thing as you, you knew that what you were seeing in his eyes were mirrored in yours. You were about to let that fury take you and run after that demon when you heard your dad’s voice. You calmed down a bit and went by his head. You hugged him and apologised. He made a dad joke despite the situation he was in and you laughed despite how bad it was but you were relieved he was still the same. The doctor arrived and interrupted you. The police was here and wanted to speak with your parents then the doctor asked you all to leave so they could rest. You all agreed and left the room. You talked to one of your siblings to ask if they could help you clean the house if the police was done with it and if you and Satan could stay with them. Obviously, they agreed, you said that you needed to get some stuff at the house and you would be at your sibling’s house later that day. You left, Satan following you and you sat in the car. You were sitting behind the wheel staring blankly in front of you, trying to make sense of everything. The blond demon was looking at you patiently, waiting for you to talk first. After a few minutes, you exhaled a long breath. 

Your whole body was shaking and you felt Satan’s hand on your shoulder. You turned your head and smiled at him softly. He looked worried. “Are you alright?” You shrugged and put your hands on your face. The pact mark was throbbing on your skin and you still felt the anger flowing in your veins. Satan hummed and rubbed your shoulder to try and soothe you. “So what’s happening Satan? How did you get there?” He stopped his hand and put his hands on your wrists to get them off your face then took your chin so you could look at him. “Have you ever felt wrath in your life?” You shook your head. “I might have been pissed off but it never lasted and it was always for petty things.” He nodded and touched your cheek. “I think when you discovered your parents and knew who did it you got angry. As you have a pact with me, the Avatar of wrath, your anger turned to wrath. Through our pact, I could feel it and when you touched it you might have summoned me unconsciously.” You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes. You had never really thought about your pacts with the seven brothers. You knew you could control them with a word and summon them but you didn’t know they could feel it when you had any feelings that were similar to their sins. “So you are feeling my anger right now.” He looked into your eyes and smiled. “Yes, I am revelling in it actually and also fuelling it.” Your eyes widened at his confession. After a few seconds, you narrowed your eyes at him while sitting up. “Seriously?” He smirked and his eyes darkened. “What did you expect?” You scoffed and started the car, ignoring the question. 

You arrived at your parents’ house and went inside. You still hadn’t muttered a word since the conversation with Satan. When you entered the living, people from the police were still inside. You looked at the chairs and the blood on the floor and anger started to boil in your veins. Again, you felt your pact mark throbbing and you looked at Satan who was watching, the smirk he had earlier still on his face then you looked ahead and saw them. The demons who tortured your poor parents. They posed as police officers to get inside the house again, you didn’t really understand why but when they saw you, they left and this time you drew the anger from the pact. You could feel it trickling down your body, overtaking every sense. You started to follow them, Satan behind you. You could sense him as your anger grew more intense. It was as if a thread was connecting the two of you and you were feeding off of each other. He shared with you his power while you fed him your anger. It was still daytime but you didn’t care. It was them or your family. You followed them inside an apartment building. They took the stairs and you followed them quietly. You were glad Satan was there. He followed you silently. He didn’t try to talk you out of it. You didn’t know what “it” was but Satan seemed to be confident every time you glanced at him. You saw them enter an apartment so you tiptoed until you were in front of the door and put your ear on it to listen attentively inside, Satan doing the same. You could hear the two demons talking, there wasn’t another one inside. You were kind of relieved as you didn’t know what you wanted to do exactly but at least it would be two against two. You looked at Satan who was in front of you. His eyes shone with anticipation and you put your hand on the doorknob. He nodded at you and slowly you turned the doorknob hoping it wouldn’t make a noise. 

Satan entered first then you followed, he had turned into his demon’s form, black smoke following him and hiding you in the process. You heard the two demons gasp when they noticed the Avatar and they started to talk. You appeared from behind Satan and they stopped talking. They were shocked to see you then they started to apologise, cowering under Satan’s glare. Satan told them to be quiet which they did. You weren’t one for confrontation but seeing those two, knowing what they did, spurred on your wrath which further fed Satan who turned around as he was feeling your wrath growing. He couldn’t contain himself anymore and you knew it. You looked at him, that thread you felt you could see it, growing and you didn’t need to talk to understand each other. You nodded and the demon stretched his lips into a devilish smile. You watched as Satan dismembered the two demons who tried to defend themselves against the Avatar but couldn’t. Satan finally stopped. He was covered in blood, barely panting despite the efforts it took to kill them but he was, after all, one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. He looked at you, a smile on his face, and returned to his human form. You just stood there, looking him up and down then around him. You were wondering what you should do about the mess when you heard Satan calling your name. “Are you okay?” He was watching you, a look of worry on his face and you smiled brightly at him. “Of course, I am! I was just wondering how we would manage to clean all the blood”. He laughed and it startled you. It was a genuine laugh, as a melody and you were overjoyed to hear it. It made you chuckled. “I can’t believe that’s what your thoughts are about. You just saw me kill two demons with my bare hands and you are wondering how we should clean the blood.” You shrugged and got closer to him. Your vengeful mind was finally gone and you had another feeling replacing it when you looked at the beautiful, bloodied demon in front of you. He was watching you, amusement in his eyes and also disbelief. “I didn’t know you could be so cold, you who are so kind and caring”. You got closer to him. “I am caring. My parents got tortured because of me by them. That is me, caring.” 

He stepped to meet you and you were now inches from each other. He hummed and fell silent. You were staring at him, how some blood got into his blond hair and it was drying slowly. How his eyes were still glowing from his sin. How beautiful and attractive he was right now despite all the mess on him. You put your hand inside your sleeve and tried to get some of the blood off of his face before it got too dry. He let you do it, enjoying the feeling of you caring for him, especially after the horrible thing he just did in front of you. When his wrath had worn off, he got scared that you would have been afraid of him and would run away but you had stayed. You were still there and now trying to clean his face as best as you could. He felt grateful. He took your hand off his face and kissed it. It sparked off the new feeling inside you. You tried to fight it but when you looked at his eyes, the adoration inside them, it snapped. You kissed him. He froze at the sudden contact but soon he relaxed and wrapped his arms around your waist. The kiss was soft at first but it became more passionate and heated as the seconds passed. He broke off the kiss and put his forehead on yours. “You’ll get bloody.” You kissed him again and whispered “I don’t care”. He smiled and kissed you hungrily. Your last thought was that you hoped you wouldn’t summoned Asmodeus by mistake.

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THE END

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[sofasoap]

Four misses

Pairing : John Price x F!reader (aka OC Mini MacTavish) Summary: Four times you missed each other, and one time you gave up. Part 2 of Five Times

Warning: Mature themes. if you don’t like the idea of age gap story, turn around NOW.

Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “Mini” from her story. Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish”  !

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

He promised you he will contact you. Looking down at the phone. No messages. No missed calls. Nothing.

After your bold admission to him in the garden a month ago, you are starting to wonder if it was the right move. You understand from your experience from Johnny, there is no certainty in anything with the military.  They can get called away anytime, cutting off connections with their family for weeks, or even months.  No idea if they are dead or alive, until someone shows up at your doorstep,  either it’s your loved one returning to you, or someone informing you of the unfortunate sacrifice they made to their country.

Looking at the bottle of whisky you bought, sitting on the bookshelf. Maybe you just need to be a bit more patient.

Disappointment hit you again. You finally got a call from him, two months later, after the team had returned from their latest mission, apologising for not getting back to you soon enough. Promises made again, dates set. You waited at the pub. Ten minutes gone. Twenty. Thirty. An hour. Two hours. Nothing. You feel like a fool. No calls, no messages, nothing again. Quietly thanking the bartender, who is now looking at you with pity, you slipped some notes and bit extra for tip, you picked up your phone and wallet walking out the door. Ten minutes later, a flustered Price rushed into the pub, frantically trying to find you. 

“You just missed her. She waited for two hours.”  Unimpressed expression on bartender’s face says it all when they informed the Price’s 

He was so immersed in his work, he had totally forgotten about the meet up until he heard one of the soldiers passing by talking about going on a date with their sweetheart. 

Looking at his phone, which was switched off during the meeting, he had missed calls and few messages from you, asking where he was.

He tried to call you back, but you didn’t pick up. This isn’t going well at all.

Sitting in a corner, twirling the tumbler glass in your hands, you wish you hadn’t come. Soap hosted a small get together with family and few people from the base at their house. “Hey why the long face? Something happened?” Your brother pulled you into the private family sitting room, away from everyone else. “ I am sorry Price isn’t here,he has been called away for an important briefing by the higher ups.” Upon hearing Price’s name, you couldn’t hold in anymore, tears started streaming down your face. “Johnny.. I… I …” desperately wiping your face to stop the tears from falling, to no avail, “ I knew it wouldn’t work out, but I still went for it.  Why? Why?”  you sobbed. “I tried.. I really tried… “ 

Soap holding onto you tight, trying hard to suppress his anger. He should have intervened, he knew it. He knew the difficulties and obstacles, he thought Price would treat you well. But he is mistaken. You cried yourself to sleep that night,  under Soap’s insistence of you staying for the night. 

Maybe it is time to let go and move on. 

You are about to move away from London, change your job, change your phone number and back up to Scotland, closer to your parents.  Starting a new chapter of your life.

You half thought about contacting him again before moving away, but decided against it. Why drag yourself into the past and into the pain again? Hearing the boarding announcement through the PA, you pulled your coat tight against yourself, wrapped yourself nicely and tight with the thick woollen scarf your mum knitted for you around your neck and face. It’s been a very cold winter, and it’s only getting worse. Boarding the train, your shoulder accidentally bumps into the man with a thick leather jacket and black beanie. Mumbling apologies to each other as you rush into the carriage, finding your seat and settling yourself down. As the train started moving, you looked out the window, and met the eyes of the stranger you bumped into. Price. Eyes widen with surprise, it’s evident he is just caught out as you are. But it was too late. The train is already moving and pulling out of the station. You slump back into your seat.

Another missed chance. How cruel thy fate. 

[kaspenhoward]

Anne Boleyn and Elizabeth the First book written by Tracy Borman commentary:

I recently just finished tackling the 240 pages somber fest of the book written about Anne Bolyen and her daughter and have already started re-reading it, as I read it the initial time I made notes to go along with it, here are some of them:

(Please note these notes are just quotes, comments, jokes, over exaggerated summaries, or stuff I remembered while reading, these are not to be taken seriously as I wrote these to keep it light hearted because the book was tragically sad, I decided to share this with the internet to share my raw opinion and thoughts on this captivating book, note I didn’t really put a filter while writing so these are a bunch of unsolicited thoughts)

Heads up! Spoilers below! Tw for Tudor Era darkness (slight discussion of SA of Elizabeth the 1st and Katheryn Howard)

Page 12 - Anne’s Admiration for and amount of knowledge obtained by Marguerite is impressive, along with her mastery of French. I’m also intrigued that Anne was in the presence among humanist scholars such as Erasmus.

Page 28 - Anne is petty and funny AF, this is the most humorous stuff I’ve read, declaring herself queen before a coronation and obviously hinting at her pregnancy by shouting “she wants apples” is amazing, this is woman is smart, calculating, dangerous, petty, but so so so funny

Page 30 - Anne apparently had another cousin named Katherine (not to be mistaken with K. Howard) who married to Edward Stanley Earl of Derby who was an in-law of Anne’s through her brother George, really keeping it in the family here. Anne also had a like for Yellow Orche.

Page 31 - Anne had Irish and Norman Ancestry.

“Perhaps, too, the fact that the falcon is a bird of prey of which the female is larger than the male appealed to a woman known for her domineering nature” (Borman 31). I don’t understand why I fond this so amusing but I do.

Page 34 - Henry put Anne and her baby’s health at risk simply for showing her off at her coronation, the bastard never cared.

Page 42 - Anne doted and loved Elizabeth from the start even though she was now at risk.

Page 47 - “Aware of the hostile gossip, Anne protected her daughter as fiercely as a lioness her cub — even against members of her own family” (Borman 47). Man that is so freaking cute wth

Page 49 - Mama Bear Anne is the most heartwarming thing ever

Page 50 - More Mama Bear Anne

Page 54 - Elizabeth learned some Welsh

Page 58 - Anne tried to give all that she could to Elizabeth especially knowledge

Page 59 - Apparently both beheaded cousins adore animals, dogs especially

Page 68 - Girl boss Anne supporting education and the poor

Page 70 - Reformist Anne super cool 😎. But no Anne is losing her confidence 🥲

Page 71 - Jane shows up!!! But your writing is good Borman but how dare you call Jane “plain”, she is so much more than that 😤

Page 72 - No! Depressed Anne 😢, you deserve better girlie you’re amazing!!! (Although you could’ve been a bit nicer to Mary..)

Page 75 - Anne has another miscarriage, goodness she must have been so terrified, someone please give her a hug. Jane is also smart and playing one of Anne’s cards.

Page 76 - Mama Bear Anne desperately trying to protect Elizabeth and doting on her 😖 (Can Anne be my mom?)

Page 77 - Bada*s Anne playing people for reform, super cool girl boss

Page 79 - Anne worried about Elizabeth so she picks her up and carries her around in panic, she’s such a protective mum ❤️❤️❤️

Page 80 to 90 - . . .

Henry is the bastard here and deserves worse, poor Anne must’ve been petrified, she didn’t want this she just wanted better religious reforms and to be a mom, this whole situation being put into a perspective for me to imagine just.. breaks my soul, for someone to go through something so inhumane and heart wrenching. Literally abandoned and betrayed by everyone except her Brother and Daughter. And the fact that through the end of it all, about to lose her d*mn head for something she didn’t do, Anne still thinks and puts Elizebeth first.

I’m rendered speechless this is so damn unfair. Anne Boleyn deserved so much better, she did everything she could to survive and still lost the game of living in a life dictated by men. The fact everyone was so freaking bent on killing her that they didn’t even put together a coffin for her is messed up.

Page 88 - The fact that her thoughts are still on Elizabeth when she’s about to lose her life is astounding. I’ve never heard of a mother with such instinct to be able to shut off a fight or flight in a guaranteed death situation simply for the safety of their child.

Page 90 - Anne had her lasting impact. She deserved better and her impact on and creation of Elizabeth, along with her reforms make her one of the greatest monarchs to have reigned in England.

Page 92 - These allegations against Anne are so freaking stupid

Page 93 - “Closeted away at Greenwich, Elizabeth was apparently oblivious to the earth-shattering event that had just taken place five miles away at the tower. She had lost not only her mother, but her place in the royal succession, her importance to her father— and by extension to England. Robbed of her chief protector, hence-forth Elizabeth would be buffeted by the ‘storms and tempests’ of life as a royal outcast” (Borman 93).

. . .

SHE WAS YOUNGER THAN 3!! SHE WAS TWO! WHAT HECK! WHY THE HECK DID THEY STEAL THAT POOR CHILD’S LOVING MOTHER!

Page 96 - I just.. don’t know how to feel no one is there to protect little Elizabeth anymore.. Poor child must have felt so lost and alone

Page 99 - Because her mum was no longer around no one was there to send Elizabeth anymore clothes 😖, do you hear my heart shattering into a million pieces Borman?? Do you???!?!

Page 101 - Baby Elizabeth really wants to know what happened to her mum 🥺. Also wth, in tudor times you’re considered an adult by 6?!?!

Page 102 - “‘The harm done to Elizabeth as a small child resulted in an irremediable condition of nervous shock’ asserted one author. ‘In the fatally vulnerable years she had learned to connect the idea of sexual intercourse with terror and death’” (Borman 102).

Good hecking job Henry, you traumatized her for life!

Page 103 - The loss of her mother left Elizabeth so traumatized she really needs a hug and her mum

Page 112 - Excuse me Borman?? Your attitude towards K. Howard is not appreciated. That was a child who was taken advantage of! But I will hand it to you, I do love that you wrote about the connection between Kitty and Elizabeth.

Page 115 - Ha take that Henry! Like mother like daughter, cunning, smart, and p*ssed with you.

Page 120 to 122 - . . . That is so effed up. Elizabeth was only a child. Nor should she have almost been blamed for it. No one to protect or save her. Anne would’ve lost it if she was still alive.

Page 122 - Elizabeth seems really attached to Kat I’m glad she had someone but sad she lost her

Page 138 - Poor Elizabeth is terrified I also loved the line; “Much suspected by me

Nothing proved can be” (Borman 138).

Page 140 - KATHERINE CARY (Elizabeths Cousin) HAD SIXTEEN KIDS?! HOW IS THAT SURVIVABLE?!

Page 142 - Elizabeths fear of marriage is honestly a little petrifying but relatable and understandable, she went through a lot and saw a lot, having her mom and her step mom being beheaded on charges of being associated by men must’ve fueled this, children learn from their environments

Page 146 - “If Elizabeth was to hold onto the throne, she knew that she would need to focus her efforts on bolstering her legitimacy— something that Anne had not survived long enough to do” (Borman 146). What the heck, must you make me sad at this time of day Borman?? Anne tried so hard for Elizabeth and yet she still lost and Elizabeth had to fight for herself, strong like her mum. 🥺

I love that document lmao, girl bossing just like her mum, “‘I am the most English woman in the kingdom’” (Borman 146). Her majesty is just as prideful and boastful as her mother.

Page 153 - “This was the first time in more than twenty years that Anne had been publicly — and positively — represented. The fact that Elizabeth gave her mother equal status with her father demonstrates not only her loyalty towards Anne but her determination to prove she was the child of a legitimate marriage” (Borman 153). Oh my goodness that is so cute, Elizabeth wants to be proud of her mom while flipping the court off.

Page 154 - “The symbolism could not have been more obvious: the reformed faith, championed by Anne and adopted by her daughter, had triumphed” (Borman 154). It’s really touching seeing Elizabeth continue what Anne could not, her loyalty to her mother is the sweetest thing ever.

Page 155 to 156 - Elizabeth must’ve been horrified but felt seen by such a thing, Ales really did the right thing

Page 157 - “But his words had left a profound impression on the new queen, stoking her already fierce loyalty towards her late mother. It also strengthened her determination to avenge Anne’s death by firmly establishing the religion of which her mother had been such a passionate advocate” (Borman 157). Listening to Six while reading this makes me want to cry, this is just really heartbreaking and touching wth

Page 159 - It must’ve been so refreshing for Elizabeth to learn so much about her mom and to hear nice things about her, the fact she took this to heart is amazing, it really really is cute and touching 💚💚

Page 164 - “Now that she was queen, she felt at liberty to express the reason why she held him in such high esteem: that his father had ‘died in a noble cause and in justification of her mother’s innocence’. This is one of the clearest indications Elizabeth ever gave of just how much Anne Boleyn meant to her. It was also one of the rarest because it was expressed in words, as well as actions” (Borman 164). This really warms my heart, wth Borman, thank you for this.

Page 171 - Kat’s back! And the two are likely half sisters? “Elizabeth ‘loved Lady Knollys above all other women in the world’” (Borman 171). That honestly really is nice and cute. I love that Elizabeth finally has someone. Although I would have preferred if it had been Anne 😶

Page 174 - “She therefore focused her energies on realising Anne’s ambitions by becoming the most successful of Henry’s heir’s” (Borman 174). Yeah you go girl! Get that revenge in your mother’s name!

Page 175 to 177 - Elizabeth being protective over her mother is the cutest thing ever 🥺

Page 179 - NOOO KAT DIES??? Who’s gonna be Elizabeths companion now??

Page 180 - WHAT THE HECK LADY KNOLLYS TOO??? IS SHE JUST NOT MEANT TO HAVE COMPANIONSHIP??!

Page 184 - Oh Elizabeth girlie, I understand you’re queen and you’re not doing well but that’s not okay to do

Page 185 - “Their fickle, changeable nature enabled both mother and daughter to wield greater power than sixteenth-century society would otherwise have allowed them. They did not just break the mould: they shattered it” (Borman 185). Wooo I love this mother daughter duo! Go you girlbosses!!!

Page 193 - “Her [Elizabeth’s] decision to remain the Virgin Queen had been inspired by her mother and it condemned her father’s dynasty to extinction. It is perhaps carrying the argument too far to say that this was a deliberate act of vengeance on Elizabeth’s part, but it certainly handed her mother a posthumous victory” (Borman 193). Omg lmao, imagine being so petty towards your father you end his entire bloodline in retribution.

Page 198 - Poor Elizabeth can’t handle executing people, poor queen is reminded of and needs her mom 😖

Page 199 - “Elizabeth’s confidence as queen was evidently secure enough for her to abandon her former discretion about her mother and celebrate the fact that she was a Boleyn, not just a Tudor. She adopted one of Anne’s mottos, Semper Eadem (‘Always the Same’), which became increasingly prominent in her portraits and documents . . . The queen’s subjects soon realised that complimenting her mother was a sure path to favour” (Borman 199). I love this sososo much, Elizabeth can finally openly and proudly love her mother after years of having to hide it. 💚💚💚

Page 207 - Lmao Elizabeth nicknamed Francis Duke of Anjou and Alençon as “her frog”, goodness 16th century nicknames are hilarious

Page 214 - “It was issued at a time where new Catholic plots in favour of Mary, Queen of Scots were gathering momentum; the queen might have preferred not to draw attention to her scandalous past. But by now, her pride in Anne Boleyn would not be silenced” (Borman 214). AWWW not even fear will scare her out of being proud of her mummy.

Page 216 - “But there was more to it than that. The only other occasion in the long history of English monarchy when an anointed queen had been executed was 50 years earlier. The victim that had been her own mother, Anne Bolyen. The prospect of order the beheading of another queen — one of her own blood — provoked such horror that Elizabeth almost broke down under the strain” (Borman 216). COME ON SOMEONE JUST GIVE HER, HER MUM RIGHT NOW. POOR GIRL IS TRAUMATIZED.

Page 219 - “But the genuine horror that Elizabeth felt at having sent a queen to the same death as her mother would haunt her for the rest of her days” (Borman 219). My heart, how much more can I take? How much more can she take??? Give her, her mum!

Page 223 - NOOO, why is everyone dying on Elizabeth! Girlie is alone enough as it is!

Page 230 to 231 - “His betrayal left her reclusive and fearful. ‘These troubles waste her much’, reported Sir John Harington. ‘She walks much in her privy chamber . . . the dangers are over and yet she always keeps a sword by her table’” (Borman 230-231). Please goodness. Please just have Anne appear and hug her please. For the love of god, just please. She lives her literal entire life in fear, she’s 60, queen, and yet she’s still terrified!

Page 233 - “Familiar guilt over Mary, Queen of Scots’ execution made her cry out in torment. Robert Carey described how she ‘shed many tears and sighs, manifesting her innocence that she never have consent to the death of that Queen’. Thenceforth, Elizabeth lost any desire to go on living” (Borman 233).

… What the heck am I supposed to say to that. This is fricking unfair, give her, her mum! She knows too much about loss that she’s just given up.

Page 235 - Goodbye Queen Elizabeth, shall thou and your mother, Queen Anne, not be forgotten.

Page 238 - That scene of Anne predicting the future in that movie will always be iconic lmao

Page 239 - “She had defied convention — just as Anne had broken the mould of a meek and compliant queen consort. Elizabeth had been the living embodiment of her mother’s legacy and, as queen, she had constantly striven to avenge Anne’s death — and, more positively, to celebrate her achievements” (Borman 239). 🥹 Anne you would be so proud of your little girl.

Page 240 -

The fact they really wanted Elizabeth back when she was gone is a little funny cause they tried to rid of her when she was in power, shows how unappreciative people were of her when she did live.

“It seems that in the story of the Boleyns and the British monarchy, there a few more chapters yet to be written” (Borman 240).

Wow, that’s it, Anne left such a lasting legacy. That amazing woman did that. I didn’t know I’d be so proud of someone who died 500 years ago, but I am. God bless you Queen Anne, forever shall thou be remembered 💚

_Post reading analysis_

Starting my second read of this book I took notice it’s likely best to write all my unsolicited thoughts before I develop new opinions with my second read.

Both Elizabeth and Anne Bolyen are tragedies within themselves, involving themselves in the tudor political environment whilst being women, damning them from the start. The difference is, Anne willingly entered the game and lost, while Elizabeth was born into it but won, albeit with lots of setbacks and significant losses on the way. These two very influential women in history are so significantly close and influential for one another for only having been in each other’s lives for 2 and a half years. Elizabeth at the age of two lost her protector for when she was alive, did everything she did in her power for her daughter. Elizabeth at a young age wouldn’t see much impact by this except the discussion of her legitimacy but as she grew, without her mother to protect her, she began to face the horrors of life as a tudor era woman. From being sexually assaulted by her stepfather Thomas Seymour to being locked up in the tower of london twice by her siblings, awaiting death there just like her mother, to thankfully survive and make it to queen hood just to have assignation attempts directed at her and an entire continent against her reign whilst her short list of companions slowly died off until she gave up. Yes the rule of Queen Elizabeth the First was glorious and brought upon the golden age of England, but it also wasn’t easy. Elizabeths life was not easy by any means and without her mother to guide and protect her it must have been even more rough. But the little pieces of Anne that Elizabeth kept makes my heart happy, the ring of their portraits, Anne’s Falcon, and defense of her mother. There’s so much of Elizabeth I know Anne would be proud of, Elizabeths smarts and personality resembling Anne’s. If I was Anne, I’d be cheering Elizabeth on proudly from the afterlife until I saw her again. This book is one of the most beautiful and captivating pieces of history I’ve ever read of. The number of information also gathered about Anne makes my soul happy, knowing the intelligent french-like reformist who produced the best queen in english history will not be forgotten. No one deserves to be forgotten or separated from their loved ones. Hearing their story fills my heart and breaks it. If only the two had more time.

I rank this book a 10/10, I would say “I’d read it again” but I currently am reading it again. Never did I think this book was gonna be that good.

[renee-writer]

He Didn't Have to Be Chapter 4

AO3

It was different, in a good way, having Daddy Jamie live with us. Strange at first, when I would forget and wake up to his voice or his presence at the breakfast table.

 

Recalling, I would always grin. I have a daddy now! It would hurry me out of bed and into the kitchen for morning cuddles with both of them.

 

Mum was different too, always smiling, sharing looks I couldn’t interpret with him. He held her hand, wrapped his arms around her whilst she cooked. She rests her head on his back whilst him and I did dishes.

 

I would catch them kissing. Blushing, I would turn away until they noticed me and drew me into a family cuddle. Those were the best times.

 

“Judah, Jamie and I have something to tell you.” It was the end of the day and they both came to tuck me in. Daddy Jamie, like grandma, told the best stories. Mum would tuck me in and he would sit by me, telling me of water horses and silkies that stole maidens away.

 

This night, I felt their tale would be more important. I was right.

 

“Aye mum.” I was picking up Scottish phrases and words, to Daddy Jamie ‘s delight.

 

They share a look and a smile. Then mum said, “We are having a baby.”

 

Now as a six year old lad, I had given little thought to babies. Their news was received with a type of indifference. Until Jamie adds,

 

“You shall have a brother or sister.”

 

He had my attention then. A brother is something I had always wanted.

 

“Truly! A brother, my own brother!”

 

“Yes or sister.” My mum’s talk of a sister is ignored. No stinky girl, but a brother I can play with, a baby brother who will look up to me, follow me, who I can teach stuff.

 

“Mum, daddy Jamie, I like that. When will he be here?”

 

“Not for awhile yet,” Jamie grins, “your mum must grow him in her womb first.”

 

And grow she did. Mum grew round. Snuggles on her lap weren’t the same but feeling my coming sibling moving about inside her was brilliant!

 

“Mum,” I looked at her breathless, “I felt him kick!”

 

It was at that moment that I fully understood that I was going to be a big brother.

 

She grinned, her hands beside mine. “Or she. Yes, that is a kick.”

 

I remember being full of wonder. “Does it hurt? Did I do that while inside you?”

 

“Sometimes it hurts, depending on how hard the movement is and yes, Judah, you did. All healthy babies in their mums do.”

 

“So my baby brother is a braw lad?”

 

A sigh. No matter how hard she tries to prepare me for a possible little sister, I stubbornly insist it is a brother.

 

“Yes, a braw lad or lass.”

 

Daddy Jamie wasn’t home the day the baby was ready to come. I remember coming home from school to find mum bend over double in pain. It scared me bad.

 

“Mum?” She breaths funny for a moment more while I stand, frozen in terror.

 

“It is okay. It is just time for the baby to come. Jamie is on the way home.”

 

“I want to come too.” I don’t know why I said that. The plan was for me to go to grandma’s and grampa ‘s. In that moment, I just wanted to be close to my mum.

 

She starts to answer when another pain hits. Her eyes grow wide and I know something isn’t right.  They explained to expect mum to be in pain. That wasn’t it but something was wrong.

 

Daddy Jamie comes running in at that moment. I have never been happier to see him. I run over and throw my arms around his legs.

 

“Daddy Jamie, something is wrong with mum!”

 

He moves over to her, me still a barnacle on his legs. “Dinna fash Judah. It just is the baby coming.”

 

“No, he is right. The pains are to close. This baby isn’t waiting around. Call 999.”

 

The rest was a blur of strange noises from mum and a frantic conversation between Daddy Jamie and the person on the other end of the phone.

 

“I don’t know! I just got here!” I hold mum’s hand. I didn’t know what else to do.

 

“Every minute,” she panted out, “tell them….” The rest fades into a deep groan.

 

He then says a word that I am forbidden to repeat before says, “Every minute! You must hurry. You wish me to… aye just a…” He does something I think queer then. He helps mum out of her pants! I start to say something, after all, I can’t see mum that way. But his next words take every thought out of my head, “bleeding… I see the head!”

 

“I need to push!” Mum groans. Push what, I just have time to wonder.

 

Later I understand. Then it is all confusing and a bit scary. Mum let’s go of my hand and grabs tight to the side of the couch. She makes a noise and face like I do when I have to do number two. Goodness, is she going to…

 

Daddy Jamie, listening intently to the voice on the other end of the phone, a voice we all hear now, as he has it on speaker, kneels in front of mum and places his hands on her private space.

 

I want to look away but I am mesmerized. The soothing voice on the other end of the line, helps.

 

Wait, he is holding…

 

“Sweep the mouth out with your hand then just ease the baby out.”

 

I stare wide eyed and shocked at the slimy strange creature he holds. It lets out a cry just as the wail of an approaching ambulance reaches us.

 

“There is no need to go to the hospital now,” mum says to Daddy Jamie and I’s amazement, “we are fine.”

 

They slimy thing was wrapped in a blanket, the strange thing attached to it, cut away. Still, mum was bleeding and something that made me feel sick had come out of her. No hospital! It seemed wrong.

 

“Mum, you need hospital. You are bleeding…”

 

“It is normal little man,” one of the ambulance people says, “after giving birth. Your mum is right. Her and your baby sister are fine.”

 

“Sister!” I study the wee thing, laying in my mum’s arms. A sister, she was supposed to be a brother. Still, she was cute now that she isn’t all gooey. She has red hair like Daddy Jamie. When I touch her wee hand, she clings to my finger.  Maybe a sister won’t be to bad.

[harrison-abbott]

with the word KILLER

My uncle went and shot up a supermarket and he killed six people before the police came in and killed him.

I never knew my uncle particularly well and I hadn’t seen him since I was six years old and that was at a ball game with my Dad, and my father had long since stopped speaking to him. All I really remember about my uncle was that he gave me a big tub of popcorn and I coughed on one of the nugs when I tried to swallow it and he hit my back to try and get the nug out my throat. His hand hurt more than the coughing did.

So I saw his face on the news and the images of the cordoned-off supermarket with the tape and the flashing blue lights and so on. It said that fifteen other folks were injured and some of them critically.

I didn’t really make the relational connection – that it was my uncle that did it – until it got out at my school. Somebody told the kids that the shooter was my uncle. And then suddenly all the attention was turned on me.

Packs of girls would walk up to me in the playground and ask me why he did it. I said I didn’t know because I didn’t know him.

“Your uncle was the one that killed all of those people, right?” a girl said to me in the lunch queue. All her girl friends were watching me. I nodded. “Why did he do it?” I opened my mouth, but didn’t end up saying anything. “You must be a fucked up family, right?” And she walked away with her friends and they followed her righteously.

Or, I would walk down a corridor on my own, and a bunch of other kids would go silent and stare at me.

And then the word circled around the school population and my friends started to dodge me. They didn’t want to be seen with me in the playground or the canteen and they stopped sitting next to me on the bus. When I called them, they wouldn’t pick up. Or when I went around to their house after school or at the weekend they didn’t answer.

It made me really begin to hate my uncle.

One night a car rolled up outside our house. And a bunch of boys (I assume they were boys but I didn’t know for sure because none of us saw them) lobbed a series of bricks through our windows. They had tied bits of paper to the bricks, with the word KILLER crayoned on them. My Mum called the police and the police officers came. The officers didn’t seem to care much about what happened. And they said they would keep an ear out if they heard anything about who might have done it. But they couldn’t help.

Father had to pay for all of the windows to get repaired. Replaced, rather. I was there in the house when the window men were replacing the glass frames. And I overheard them talking about how this house was owned by the brother of the man that went and murdered six people down at the supermarket on a Saturday morning. This is what it took to make our family remarkable, when this had never been the case before.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Being in a relationship with Tokuno’o Tokumichi...

You were annoyed to be forced to move to another country, let alone one that doesn’t speak your language, yet here you were, in Russia, a fresh student at one of the most prestigious Universities from Moscow.

Your parents sent you here to take care of your twin brother who wanted to become a pro-Sambo fighter, and what better place to learn it, then its own mother country?

Your parents clearly didn’t trust your dumbass brother to live by himself in a foreign country... So you were left to mostly care for the home, food and expenses. but also your studies, while all he does is eat and exorbitant amount of food and work out... And it’s still him that complains.

You’re always there for him when he’s at the club’s practice gym and you encourage him... But you can clearly see it’s not exactly the type of sport he’d excel in - You still support him though, he’s your brother and that’s his dream!

One day, at your University, you go to eat your lunch outside, under a tree, only to spot a Japanese man! Finally, you’re not alone in this sea of natives! 

You timidly go to him and smile, asking if you can sit by him. “Hi, I hope I’m not disturbing you... I just haven’t seen a familiar face in a while.” The brunet man looked up from his book, eyes wide in surprise at hearing his mother tongue, and he gives a kind smile. “Of course.” he scoots over, allowing you enough space to lean on the great oak. “Did you already eat your lunch?” you asked, a bit unsure of how to start a conversation with a stranger. He shook his head. “I forgot to take it in the morning.” he didn’t seem to bothered by it though. “Here. We can share. I always have a spare pair of chopsticks with me.” you rummage through your bag, handing him the said chopsticks - Though, amusingly for him, they were patterned with pink flowers. So childish. “You needn’t...” hit stomach growled loudly, making him blush in surprise. “....Thank you.” “I hope you like it. I haven’t really gotten used to using foreign ingredients yet, but I suppose my brother doesn’t really complain, so it’s fine.” you chuckle leisurely - You seemed so casual and easy going when talking to him, he noted. As soon as he tried some of the food, his eyes widened, and he nodded. “It’s good.” he said. If he were his mum, he might have said - You’ll be a good wife one day - Or some silly thing that many Japanese women always say as a compliment. “I’m happy that you like it.” you smiled sweetly at him. “My name’s Y/N, by the way.” what a pretty name, he thought, saying your name in his mind a few times. “Tokuno’o Tokumichi.” what a mouthful, he thought - What was in his father’s head when he named him that? “Oh, the virtuous one! Double the virtue - I wonder which two of the seven virtues do you embody.” he chuckled lightly, a bit flustered by her question. “Can I call you Nitoku?” “Nitoku?” that was quite the clever nickname you came up for him on the spot. He quite liked it. “Sure. I like it.” he smiled at you.  “So... What do you study?” good question. “Literature.” he stated. “I studied Literature in Japan, but I moved here to learn broaden my horizons.” “Ohh, an intellectual~! I’ve always loved reading all kinds of literature from different cultures. Now that you mention... Many of our authors have such a unique but also... What’s the word... Blank? Tragic? Spiraling? Take Dazai for example - There’s beauty in reading about all those characters and watching them destroy their own lives. But then, there’s Russian authors like Dostoevsky and Tolstoy, and though their worlds are also bleak and depressing, the exposition is completely different - Don’t you think?” Nitoku was in love.

That day, you exchanged phone numbers, and from then on, no matter what Uni schedule he had, he’d pick you up from your home and walk you back - More, he’d walk you to your own classes, even if that meant being a bit late himself.

Will continue complimenting your food even if it’s a sandwich - The mere fact that you think of him means a lot.

Loves to drink coffee with you while you stroll through the park - You could be watching the leaves fall, or admire the pretty flowers, and it would be perfect for him.

If it gets cold Nitoku will always wear a scarf, just so he would put it around your neck - Suddenly, you lost your own scarf and don’t have the money to spare. You both know it’s a life.

You’re his biggest supporter when it comes to his dream of becoming an author, and you even help him come up with a cool pen name - Onomichi Nitoku.

He has you proof read all his manuscripts, and though you give some advice here and there, you don’t really have the heart to tell him that his writing... Kinda... Sucks.

He’s an incredibly intelligent and shrewd man, and he worked so hard to achieve his dream... How could you ruin his ambitions?

When he was able to create his first book, you were the first person to receive it - And you asked for his autograph, saying he’s the first famous person you’ve ever met and it’s an honour.

He hugged you so tightly, and his otherwise lethargic and blank expression was filled with pure joy and bliss - It hurt your heart to lie to him.

But going through that book was a whole chore in itself... And it wasn’t a short read.

In complete anti-thesis with his sheer glee, when he was told by his publicist that his books barely had any sales, his mood became lower than the Mariana Trench.

With the little money you had, you went to the bookstore and bought all his copies, begging the man at the counter not to tell anyone that it was a single person doing that  - And with no idea what to do with just about 20 books, you donated them to literature clubs and libraries around the capital.

He took you out on a date when he got the money.

You felt so guilty, but still didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth... Yet you feared every day that when he does eventually find out, he will be so angry with you that he’ll stop being your friend - That thought alone almost made you burst into tears every time you saw him.

You soon found out Nitoku is a shit-spender and goes through his money like a sugar baby - It was absolutely hilarious, seeing this grown man be so irresponsible with his own hard-worked money.

You volunteered to help him out with the finances, but it barely helped at all, as he ended up getting his hands on the emergency money, under the pretext of an urgent need to buy a fountain pen.

A highly expensive, historical fountain pen that was said to have been used by Tolstoy himself.

He fell for the marketing gimmick. 

For how intelligent he was, he sure had his dumb side sometimes.

“I should start training in a fighting sport.” you hear him say all of a sudden, realising his wallet was completely empty and you were forced to pay for the delivery food. “I though you said you hated them. Well... Your sturdy body, rather.” you were shocked to hear him change his views after almost a year of being headstrong with his writing. “I don’t earn enough from writing, and I’m fed up with you needing to take care of me. You have your own home to take care of, and another deadbeat man to feed. I’ve forced your hand and finances way too many times. If I want to properly grow and become a responsible adult, I have to find alternatives... And unfortunately, this cursed body of mine earned a ton of invites from various sport clubs.” you felt bad that he’s forced to deter from his own path and dream, but it was a rational choice, and you were very proud of him. “Do you want me to introduce you to my brother’s Sambo club? I don’t want to sound as if I’m objectifying you or anything, but you don’t workout, yet you’re a literal powerhouse. You won’t even need to workout much to get any stronger - If you just work on your techniques, you’ll be immediately a favourite. It’s all about the legs, grapplers, wrestling and throws. Considering that your biceps looks to be as big as my thigh, I think you’ll be fine.” you pat his head, seeing him sigh in defeat. “But if you do end up with Sambo as your fighting style and you want to branch into MMA... Please take care of that pretty face of yours. It would be a pity if it got all messed up.” “Y/N!” he scolded you for teasing him. “Fine. Sign me up.”

The next day, you took Nitoku to your brother’s club and introduced him to the coach, who immediately saw the potential in him and started training him properly.

It got your brother jealous enough to provoke him into a duel just a week after he signed up.

Your brother got absolutely obliterated, to the point of crying.

You couldn’t stop laughing.

Despite all his workout and training, your brother still was half of every one of Toku’s proportions, and somehow, his technique was still shit, even a year later.

He should have listened to your advice and gone for a combat sport that had soft techniques as a base.

Of course, you praised your boyfriend for being so cool, and he only looked away, closing his gaping robe properly - He didn’t know why, but he still felt shy around you.

And he didn’t even kiss you properly yet. He was a mess.

That night, you ended up in a one-sided fight with your brother, and not wanting to bother with him, you went to sleep over at Toku’s until he calmed down.

He was dying inside - And you could see it. He was adorable.

As expected, over the months since he started his pro-fighter career, he started earning a lot of money from every fight - And as you suggested, he branched into MMA and he was doing fantastically well, winning each and every one of his fights - He was the new big sensation.

You ended up asking him to teach you Systema, under the guise of self-defense lessons - But really, considering Systema was the ultimate self-defense style used against even weapons, and it had no fixed style, but it relied on fluidity and intuition - Which meant you didn’t need the body of a mountain to be good at it.

But Nitoku was afraid to actually train with you.

He saw perfectly well what a misaimed punch from him could do to trained fighters - He could break you so easily.

Instead, he let you practice on him - You knew the theory, but putting it in practice was completely different.

And sweeping at his feet was a complete failure - That man was the most gravitationally stable person in the world, he wouldn’t even budge an inch - It was almost frustrating.

You ended up nicknaming him ‘Rhodes’, as the Colossus from Rhodes.

But there came a day when Nitoku was acting completely out of character, and he seemed visibly frustrated for some reason.

Despite all your comforting and asking what happened - He had the weirdest suggestion - He wanted to help you practice. He never suggests it himself. It was peculiar behaviour out of him.

Instead of allowing you to make the first move, he was the one to go towards you, and in spite of the good technique that you attempted, he simply picked you up with ease and wrestled you to the ground.

Not that he hurt you - He made sure his arm was underneath your body so that all the impact would go to him instead.

You looked up at him with questioning eyes - All while his own bore into yours. This staredown made you feel incredibly uncomfortable and vulnerable, especially as you were caged between his body and arms with no way of running away.

“Why did you lie to me?” your eyes went wide from the implication, though you had no idea what he meant. “Why did you encourage me if you knew my writing sucked?” So this was what it was all about. “Far worse people, with barely any education became best-selling authors. Look at the Twilight franchise, or that 50 Shades of whatever. If they could do it - Why not you? It’s your dream, and you worked so hard for it. Why wouldn’t I encourage you?” you asked. “Besides - I don’t think your writing sucks.” “Then why didn’t you tell me that you were the one who bought 20 books in a day? I should have known that was impossible.” you couldn’t help but chuckle in guilt. “Ah... Y-You found out...” he grunted in affirmation. “...I did it to see you smile.” “...Huh?” his eyes snapped wide open, and he drew slightly backwards. “Remember how happy you were when the editors sent you the first book? When you were finally able to publicize it? We’ve known each other for over a year now, and not once have I seen you that happy.” his heart sank. “When the editors told you that your work wasn’t selling well, you fell into a deep depression, remember? For weeks, you haven’t smiled even once. I couldn’t bare to see you that upset, it was the most painful thing to see.” “So you threw your money to buy a bunch of books you don’t even like.” he sighed, gingerly letting go of you. “I wouldn’t call it throwing money away - That’s irresponsible spending. I did it for a good cause. I wanted to protect that precious smile and heart of yours.”  you confessed. “I really... Really... Can’t stand seeing you sad.” “...You are an idiot.” at first, that insult surprised you - But then, you realised having mentioned how much you enjoyed reading The Idiot by Dostoevsky, and you smiled. “Prince Myschkin style?” he nodded, looking away. “Incisive, an intellectual, emotionally intelligent, wise... And of an absolutely beautiful nature.” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to get so upset over nothing. Did I hurt you?” “Nope.” you popped. “But you are hurt.” he looked at you with an inquiring eyebrow. “This little one is, at least.” you crawled over onto his lap and touched his chest through the gape in his lose yukata. “Can you promise me something?” “What is it?” Toku was so confused, while at the same time, the anticipation was killing him.  “Promise me that no matter what, you will follow the path that makes you happy - Okay? I want you to have a happy life, and I want to see you smile.”

That was the moment when Tokuno’o Tokumichi first kissed you.

And he will kiss you many, many more from then on.

You would also play-wrestle whenever either of you wanted to steal a kiss - But Toku would always make sure he is the one to fall on the ground, and you, on him, so you wouldn’t get hurt.

When you express your concern for all the times he slams his back onto the ground, he gives you a cheeky smirk, saying he enjoys the view and the closeness.

And would always put a hand behind your head and pull you into a heated kissing session.

Would also ask you to move in with him when you return to Japan, after you’re done with your studies - And of course, you agree.

Thank goodness, you finally ditch your brother.

Nitoku tries, and fails, again to deliver multiple best-selling books, which ends up with him joining the underground fighting and winning a shit ton of money.

Only to end up spending it like it was nothing.

It actually shocked you as you genuinely had no idea where all that money went.

He ended up begging you to take a large percentage of his earned money and put it in a bank, on your shared account... That he has no access to. Keep that money for bills and emergencies and what not. 

And definitely never tell him the details of the account, or he’s screwed.

You get to cheer him on for all of his underground fights and he won all of his match - Except for one that left him in recovery for half a year.

You didn’t imagine someone would be able to give Toku a hard time - And though it was a close call, Kano Agito did win, in the end.

Thank goodness you had kept all that money, so now you needn’t worry about anything except helping him recover.

He had six months of getting better and indulging constantly in his passion of writing.

Soon, he retired from fighting.

Until... To return 2 months later, because he had wasted all the money. Again.

At this point, it was getting hilariously tragic.

And from the man who took up fighting at 20 years old because of lack of money to support his living expenses and those of of his publishing editor...

He was now a 35 year old man, who has an on and off relationship with underground fighting... To sustain his living expenses and passion.

This man loves calligraphy, and would practice his ink-writing on expensive scrolls that mimic the feudal era ones. If he’s satisfied with the end result of whatever either stand alone symbol or poem verse that he wrote, he will end up hanging it on the wall.

On New Year, especially, he writes a new word that works as a resolution for the whole year round.

Beauty. Strength. Happiness. Balance. Love. Freedom. Fortune. Luck. Perseverance. Discipline. Kindness.

He also loves to read with his head resting on your lap, and if you don’t have your hand in his hair, playing with it, he will grasp your hand and bury it in his soft, dark locks.

He takes you with him for every eye-check, and has you choose his glasses frame.

Nitoku also loves to cuddle with you when you go to sleep, and will read you to sleep if you like it. His voice is so soothing, with his baritone, velvety tone of his, you can’t resist.

He loves it when you nuzzle into the crook of his neck - But he’s also a bit ticklish, so he might end up chuckling randomly, or even a little twitch here and there.

He claims that playing with your hair and petting it as if you’re a cat relaxes him and helps him focus on his work.

You have mixed feelings about getting gifts from him - Although you always feel flattered that he thinks of you with every step he takes... He also is one foot away from ending up in debt if he continues to spoil you.

Nitoku basically ends up as a househusband and you don’t have to do anything, because unlike him, you’re actually working a job and you’re exhausted enough as it is.

At the same time, he actively goes grocery shopping and lives for the days when you feel like cooking something - Even if your cooking isn’t actually all that good, he’d be so happy that you made him something. He’ll eat everything and ask for seconds.

Though he’s not a fan of PDA, preferring to keep things private, he doesn’t mind holding your hand or keeping his arm around your body.

When he is recruited for the Kengan vs Purgatory Tournament, he has you leaning against his side on the plane while he’s reading.

And at the arena, he plays with your fingers to keep himself calm and grounded.

Ends up breaking down all fights to explain them to you - You really loved hearing him speak.

It was awful seeing him lose because of a ring-out, as it was a coward’s win. If the enemy was a true fighter, he’d have won with a knockout.

You spent the rest of the day comforting him and telling him that he’s the strongest man you’ve ever met, and that he deserved to be declared the real winner.

He felt much better. 

This man loves putting his haori over your shoulders when you go out and it gets slightly chilly - You’re absolutely adorable, covered with his large clothes.

Goes crazy when you wear a yukata. Absolutely feral.

Will end up spending all the money he gets from a fight to get you a shit ton of kimono, yukata, sandals, haori and accessories of every kind.

You might end up buying a new house to store everything he gifts you because you don’t have enough space in your own home anymore.

If you’re okay with going out with him wearing traditional clothes, he will take an infinite amount of pictures of either you alone, or the two of you.

They end up as his phone lock screen and wallpaper.

Would love to help you put on the kimono or even do your hairstyle for you.

Also loves to watch you do your make up - It’s an art for him, and he might even end up asking if he can put lipstick or eyeshadow on for you.

He especially loves applying lip gloss because he ends up tracing his thumb over your bottom lip.

But as soon as he applies the lip gloss, it’s transferred to his own lips, because he immediately ends up pulling you into deep, passionate kisses.

Also, when you get back home, you end up getting intimate, yukata barely on, and very much disheveled.

Nitoku uses different kinds of nicknames for you when in private, many of them including cute words of endearment like Zayka Moya, Milaya, Lyubimaya and many others.

At the end of the day though, he loved your name the most.

And to call you “My Love”

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Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi... Being in a relationship with Yoroizuka Saw Paing... Being in a relationship with Kure Raian... Being in a relationship with Tokuno’o Tokumichi... Being in a relationship with Kano Agito... Being in a relationship with Gaolang Wongsawat... Being in a relationship with Gaoh Ryuki... Being in a relationship with Narushima Koga... Being in a relationship with Hatsumi Sen

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

FFXIV Write Day 2: Horizon

Watching a sunset leads Agi to reflect on the first half of her adventure in Tural. Spoilers for around level 95-96 MSQ of Dawntrail. SFW.

There’s so much of the star I haven’t seen.

Agnes smiled as she looked at the horizon in Shaaloani. She let Erenville take the lead on their journey to the north side of Tural and was currently waiting for him to make some travel arrangements.

No train apparently.

Wagon, perhaps?

Doesn’t matter to me.

She tried to think of something really witty and clever, like something Aymeric would say about journeys and destinations but instead focused on the sun setting over the horizon.

The Warrior of Light long believed that one of life’s greatest joys was watching the sun set each day. It was a rare time, for Agnes at least, where her mind did not simultaneously go in a thousand different directions while also entangling itself in more knots. When you’re the savior of the star, a mum to three little ones, and wife to Ser Grumpy Dragon, that’s honestly how my head feels most days.

But here, among nature, and embarking on a new adventure with Erenville, I feel at peace.

After all, who wouldn’t at peace with this view?

The colors are so lovely.

If only…

She shook her head. She and Erenville encountered Estinien early on, and then, with a kiss goodbye, he went his own way. As promised. He stayed behind with the children when I was assisting Wuk Lamat with the contest, and in return, I promised I would ask Mum if she would look after them if need be so my grumpy dragon could be a lone wolf for a bit.

Erenville asked if I minded.

No. A promise is a promise.

And it turned out Mum was needed, because of Erenville’s offer.

Not that Mum minds. “As if I need a reason to care for my grandchildren, Agi! Honestly!” is what she told me when I spoke to her about the Tural trip. “I don’t know why you don’t just simply leave them with me in Costa del Sol. Wouldn’t it be easier on you and Estinien?”

Agnes smiled.

But Mum, if I left them with you from the start, then they never would’ve seen Tuliyollal.

Never would’ve eaten our first tacos as a family. Well, the boys didn’t obviously eat tacos. They’re still babies. But Esme loved it!

Never would’ve seen sunset in Urqopacha with Esme.

Gods, what a night.

Waiting for Wuk Lamat to get that damn saddle on a wild alpaca. Sitting by the fire with Erenville, Krile, Alisaie, Alphinaud, and Esme. She was so excited to be part of our not-so-little group---clapping, eyes bright, listening to stories…

We slept in a tent, and I held her in my arms.

It was the only night of my life where I didn’t actually mind camping.

Because of you, my little love.

And though Esme, Hami, and Marc aren’t here with me right now, they got to experience some of this adventure with me.

Who knows…

Maybe one day all of us can go on adventures together.

“Agi! I’m afraid we may have to stay the night here.” Erenville called as he walked towards the hyur.

She nodded, catching a final glimpse of the sunset before turning to her companion. “Oh, I don’t mind. After all, it’ll give me time to linkpearl Mum and see how she’s getting on.”

Erenville chuckled heartily. “No need! I overheard Estinien on his linkpearl with her earlier. They’re fine. Apparently, little Esme did a ‘quite good’ fingerpainting of a beach for you and your husband.”

My little love. My Esme.

I can’t wait to see it.

And you.

And your brothers.

And Mum.

But first…

The Warrior of Light held a hand over her heart as she and Erenville began the short walk back to town. “Aw, that’s so cute! I wonder if she’s picked up some artistic talent that neither of us possess. Wouldn’t that be something?”

We must find Erenville’s mum first!

[suckitsurveys]

Does your middle name begin with letters A-G? Nope, M.

What is your state’s largest city? Chicago.

Pick your three favourite vegetables. Spinach, cauliflower, mushrooms.

Have you ever broken a movie or game disc? Yeah.

What colour are your brother’s eyes? No brother.

What are you feeling right now? I’m just tired.

Do you watch Law & Order: Special Victims Unit? Nope.

How many flights of stairs are in your house? There’s two floors and two sets of stairs in the building. Only one leads to our basement apartment, though.

Have you ever played a drinking game? Which ones? Oh yeah, a few. The one I used to love was called circle of death, where there would be a cup in the middle and playing cards spread out in a circle around out and you’d take turns picking up a card and each face had a certain rule. It was so fun but I couldn’t do that shit now. I think there were two version where if you were the last person to draw a card you had to drink the cup of alcohol, and another where there was a can in the middle and you put the discarded cards under the pop tab and if you broke the pop tab you had to chug it.

Do you often feel excluded? Blah.

Are you good with managing your finances? Sure.

Do you have an accountant? No.

Did you ever play Neopets when you were younger? Nope.

Have you ever been to Mexico? Nope.

How many friends do you have on Facebook? Like 200.

Do you regularly check anyone’s profile online? Eh.

What is the closest pizza place to your house? It’s not specifically pizza but the tavern right down the street from us has amazing pizza. .

What age did your mum stop helping you clean your room, if she ever did? I don’t really remember.

What colour is your toothpaste? Blue green.

Have your parents ever worked in medicine? My mother was a drug counselor who administered medicine if that counts.

Do you have any silly nicknames or pet names? Eh.

Are you any good at drawing? Not at all.

Is there anything unusual about your house? Sure.

Can you maintain a text conversation or do you run out of things to say? It depends on who I’m texting.

How old will you be turning in 2020? I turned 31 that year.

Have you ever met anyone with Multiple Personality Disorder? Yes, one of my mother’s aunts had it.

What is your favourite type of cookie? Chocolate chip or Pilsbury sugar cookies.

Do you spell things the way I do? (colour, favourite, flavour etc.) Nope.

When was the last time you painted your nails? I painted them myself fro the first time in a LONG time a couple weeks ago.

Do you find it hard to talk to strangers, even people who work in stores? It all depends.

Have you ever tasted goat’s milk? Yes.

Are you a fidgety person? Yes.

Did you ever take classes for a musical instrument when you were younger? I tried the guitar but it didn’t stick.

Is there anything going on outside your window? I mean probably but I don’t wanna get up and look.

When was the last time you congratulated someone? Around a week ago.

Have you ever taken care of a newborn baby? Yes, my nieces.

How old were you when you got your ears pierced? I was 12.

Do you snore when you sleep? Only when extremely knocked out.