#tried to go out with my sister & do something fun a few days ago

[sentimentalmachine]

It's wild to me that people can be out in the sun, especially warm or hot sun, and not only enjoy it but also not feel sick and in horrible pain from it. Like people just go outside when it's 80f+ and don't instantly feel like they will perish!? What do you mean sunlight makes you feel happy when it hits your skin? You don't experience searing pain that feels like you set your exposed skin onto a hot grill?! It must be really nice for all the people who can get happiness from the sun. It could never be me, but I'm happy for the rest of you.

[miley1442111]

the picture- a.hotchner

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summary: a late night issue turns into something very nice when your boss that supposedly hates you decides to come clean.

pairing: grumpy! aaron hotchner x sunshine! reader

warnings: none

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Aaron Hotchner hated you, that was one thing you were sure of. From the morning when you would give him a small wave from your desk, one that he would never be caught dead responding to. To the evenings, when he walked straight by your desk as you wished him a good night, again, something he would never respond to. 

He hated you, and you were ok with that. 

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Aaron Hotchner was in love with you, that was one thing he was sure of. From your kind gestures in the mornings and evenings, to the small things you did to brighten his days. The way you smiled at every small joke Spencer made, how you geeked out with Penelope over totally niche things, how you always seemed to outrun or outperform Derek at the gym- and subsequently tease him for it all week, how you would trade recipes with David, how you shared a love of cats with Emily- always sending photos back and forth of your cats, and how you were always there for Jj when she needed a babysitter, a friend, or just someone to talk to. And… how you didn’t mind how awfully rude he was to you. 

He loved you, and he was not ok with that. 

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“Hotch, have you seen the picture that was on my desk? It’s a small gold frame with just a photo of me and an older woman outside the bullpen from when I first started working here?” you asked, popping your head in from outside his office.

“Y/l/n, what have I said about knocking?” He groaned, irritation flowing through him.

“Aaron, it’s 9:43pm, you’re not exactly on a work call, nor a personal one, and you’re clearly packing up. Please just answer my question.”

You’d never been so direct with Aaron. He’d never seen you get even slightly ill-tempered with anyone, let alone the slight curb of annoyance in your voice. 

“No, I haven’t, sorry.” LIE. Aaron knew exactly where that picture was. It sat in the locked drawer of his desk, underneath some files of paperwork that were really just blank. Penelope had found it, and handed it off to him to put back on your desk because she had to run off. Aaron obviously didn’t put it on your desk, since it had stayed in his desk drawer for the past three days. “Maybe if you tidied your desk up, it would be easier to look?”

One thing Aaron didn’t love about you, was your habit of not keeping your desk very tidy. There were files stacked on top of more files, bright stationary and colourful trinkets Penelope had given you, as well as one small teddy bear you’d won at a carnival with Henry when you’d babysat him a few months ago. It drove him mad to see your desk get progressively worse, have Spencer help you clean it (for the most part, he was just jealous of the fun that he saw you and Spencer having when you cleaned, he wished it was him- even if his conscience wouldn’t let him admit it), then watching the mess pile up again. 

You gave him a curt nod and left his office without another word, another oddity. Aaron tried to do his paperwork, but ended up watching from his window as you cleaned your desk for a whole 45 minutes, only to not find the picture. 

Then he watched as tears welled up in your eyes and his heart broke. Why was this picture so important? 

He pulled it out from his desk drawer and looked at it. The older woman and you looked eerily similar, and you’d taken personal leave for an entire week to go somewhere, somewhere you didn’t explain to everyone. You’ve seemed more distant, and a little less happy in recent weeks, and you've been texting and calling your sister back home a lot more often. 

It clicked and he knew he had to come clean. 

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He walked out of his office and stopped at your desk, putting a hand on your shoulder. You shuddered away, wiping your tears away, then looked up to see the picture. Your frown was replaced by a bright smile, your arms wrapping around his neck in a comforting hug. 

“Thank you so much for finding it,” you smiled. “Thank you Aaron.”

Aaron’s brain was short-circuiting. Here you were, hugging him. His chest was against yours, his hands were on your waist, your arms were around his neck. His face slotted perfectly into the crook of your neck, where he could smell your sweet perfume. God, he loved your perfume. 

“Thank you so much,” you beamed, pulling away. Aaron just nodded with an open-mouth, still slightly in shock. “You seriously don’t know how much this means to me.”

“I’m glad I could help,” he smiled politely, but couldn’t seem to pull himself away from your eyes. You were magnetic. Your beautiful face, your friendly demeanour, your gorgeous smile. Why was he denying himself the one thing he wanted? Why was he denying himself the pleasure of your company? 

“Is everything alright?” you asked, noticing how the tension changed from your regular flat and slightly annoyed exterior, and changed to be something more… intimate. You suddenly realised how close he was standing, how you could feel his breath on your face, how the small freckles on his handsome face made constellations only you could see. 

“Y/n…” he spoke, swallowing the lump in his throat. 

“Aaron…” you responded, unable to look away from him. 

Suddenly there was no gap between the two of you. Aaron’s hands had grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, kissing you passionately. 

God, you loved kissing him. He loved kissing you. Win-win. 

You pulled back, confusion and adrenaline running through your mind as you stared at him. You just kissed your boss- actually; your boss just kissed you.

“I’m so sorry that was-” He started but you cut him off. 

“I thought you hated me.”

Aaron wracked his brain and yes, all the evidence was there. But how could you not see the hidden meanings, the secret things he did for you, the way he looked at you? Did you seriously think you just happen to get the window seat in the jet that also reclines, even though it’s Jj’s favourite spot? I don’t think so…

“I’m in love with you,” he said, breathless from the kiss. “Sorry I ever made you feel differently.”

Now it was your turn to be confused. “What?!” you squeaked.

“Do you actually want me to say it again or-?” 

“You’re in love with me?” You started pacing the floor, head in your hands as you attempted to process the insane revelation Aaron had decided to drop on a Tuesday night. “But you-you hate me! Everyday I wave-” “A wave I want to return-” “Every night I say ‘good night’,” “I know I ignore it and I’m sorry-” “when I came to you with a complaint you brushed it off-” “not liking someone’s attitude is not a grounds for dismissal, as much as I wish it was-” “You tried to get me fired!”

“No I didn’t?” He sighed, exasperated. “How could I see your beautiful face everyday if I got you fired?”

You stared at him. “Fair,” you shrugged. 

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. 

“This is the part when you ask me out,” you whispered, a flirty smile on your face. Aaron’s cheeks blushed and it took him a few seconds to collect himself. 

“Yes! Umm, Y/n, will- can I take you to dinner?” He asked, and you nodded. 

“Sounds like a plan,” you smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “See you tomorrow, Hotchner.”

Aaron watched as you left the bullpen, a bright smile on your face, very much looking forward to your first date. 

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[daycourtofficial]

Prophesize Me

Summary: Everyone finds out you and Azriel are mates before the two of you do.

Author’s note: I really love this concept, and I hope you guys do too!! 💕

“I would ask you how my niece is doing, however I have an inkling that she’s doing quite well, and will be better soon.”

Rhysand hated whenever Helion got like this. With all of Helion’s knowledge, occasionally he would like to speak in riddles. After receiving confused looks from Feyre and Rhys, Helion handed them a piece of paper, with the words,

“6 becomes 8,

Shadows dance in his wake,

Cobalt light, night skies,

Golden string ties”

Rhysand and Feyre look at each other, both looking incredibly confused, when Helion chirps in.

“My sister was loved by the Mother and the cauldron. When she had all 7 of her babes, the cauldron blessed each of them with a mate.”

Their eyes go wide, searching for you in the crowd of partygoers, and Feyre’s surprise makes her blurt out, “she has a mate?”

Helion chuckles. “Yes, she and her brothers all do. But none of them know who their mate is. Just that they have one somewhere. They were each blessed with a prophecy denoting the identity of their mate.”

He looks pointedly at the paper in Rhys’s hands.

“I started having suspicions when I visited you in Night a few weeks ago, so I went back and reviewed their prophecies and I think we can take an educated guess as to the subject of hers.”

All three of them look at you and Azriel, the two of you engrossed in conversation with one of your brothers.

“Six becomes eight. Azriel has two brothers, me and Cassian. She has six brothers already.” Rhys says, shock all over his face at knowing his brother, who deserves this so much, is going to get his mate. He’s almost vibrating with happiness.

“Do they know?” Feyre asks Helion.

“No,” Helion sighs, “The curse of the prophecy is that the subjects can’t know. If you talk to them about it, it’ll just sound like you’re speaking nonsense.”

“Could we tell Azriel?”

“My assumption would be if he were her mate, if you tried, it would just sound like nonsense. It could be a way to test the theory.”

Feyre and Rhysand couldn’t stop smiling at each other, speaking mind to mind.

“This is incredible. She’s wonderful, she’s adorable! We’ve known her for a while, we all like her, she’s already part of the family.”

“And we know her family! She’s related to Helion - whom we love dearly.”

“How the hell are we going to keep Azriel’s mate a secret from him?”

“How the hell are we going to keep Azriel’s mate a secret from Cassian?”

Cassian wasn’t a spymaster, but he always had a sixth sense when it came to knowing things about his friends. One look at Feyre and Rhys and he’ll know that they know something.

“Do you know what the golden string ties?” Helion asks, genuine curiosity on his face.

Feyre and Rhys look at each other, trying to recall a golden string. Feyre’s eyes go wide as she remembers, “I saw a box In her room a few days before solstice with a gold ribbon around it, but I never saw it in the pile of gifts.”

Rhys turns to her, “I saw Azriel carrying a tiny box with gold string around it a week ago. He wouldn’t tell me anything,” Rhys thinks for a moment, “and I don’t recall seeing them exchange gifts.”

Helion is interested in this - you confided in your uncle about most things, but your love life was not one of them. Helion loved gossip, but when it came to you, it wasn’t just fun gossip. It was your life.

“Solstice was just yesterday - if the prophecy is directly mentioning something that happened on Solstice, then if they are mates, the bond should snap any day now.”

The three of them continue watching you, Azriel, and one of your brothers converse, when Azriel says something that makes you and your brother howl with laughter.

“It can be hard knowing how things will turn out - prophecies are a deep interest of mine,” Helion says, watching you with a smile on his face, “it’s nice that this one will have a happy ending.”

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Feyre and Rhysand kept the secret from Cassian for twelve hours, a brand new record for them. They were all standing in the kitchen of the house of wind, telling him what they knew. They weren’t too concerned with you and Azriel finding them because the two of you stayed behind in the day court for a few extra days.

When they told him, they honestly thought they had short-circuited him. He just kept going “her… and him… and her…” until eventually the biggest grin spread across his face and he lunged and pulled Feyre into a bone-crushing hug.

“I have to get the feelings out and she’s not here for me to do this to so I’m pretending you’re her!” He says, while spinning Feyre around while she giggles.

Once Cassian is done spinning, he sets Feyre down and looks at them and goes, “okay, so what do we do now? Any schemes?”

“Why are we scheming?” Feyre asks, a little wobbly from the spinning.

“Well we could lock them in a room together,” Rhys says, not answering his mate.

“We could send them on a dangerous mission together, and they’ll be so shaken by how close they come to death, BOOM, the bond snaps,” Cassian says animatedly.

Feyre looks at him, assessing him, “Cass, are you reading romance books?”

He stutters a little, “sometimes Nesta reads out loud so I can fall asleep more quickly.”

“Aww reading really is so boring to you it puts you to sleep,” Rhys coos, reaching over to pinch Cassian’s cheeks, “she reads you bedtime stories.”

“Anyway,” Cassian draws out, trying to draw attention back to the matter at hand, “what are we going to do about our little shadowsinger and our little princess of day?”

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Cassian was asked to keep his mouth shut and tell no one. So naturally by the time the sun rose the next day, the entire inner circle knew, as did Cassian’s favorite barista and Rita.

“He’s going to be pissed you’re telling all of Velaris his private information, especially before he even knows it,” Rhys tells Cassian, in their war council like meeting.

“He won’t be pissed in the slightest - it’s going to snap any day and we won’t see them for months. Besides, he already struts around town with her, no one was going to be surprised at this,” Cassian says, and Feyre’s shocked his face doesn’t hurt from how hard he’s been smiling since he heard the news.

Cassian did have a point - tons of Velaris citizens had come up to Feyre to ask if the you and the spymaster were together, most feeling disappointed when she said no, none being brave enough to ask the shadowsinger himself.

Mor was buzzing with excitement, her guilt from leading Azriel on has dissipated since you entered their lives, but now even moreso that you’re his mate. She’s especially happy that that means you’ll likely become a more permanent resident in the night court. The inner circle adored you, but they were always afraid you’d eventually just go back to your home in the day court to be with your brothers and Helion.

“I mean, they’re still in day, so maybe the bond did snap, and we just won’t see them again until the spring!” Mor laughs, true excitement coming from her. “Is there a way to know about the bond long distance?”

“I like Cassian’s idea of sending them on a mission, send them to winter so they’ll have to snuggle for warmth,” Lucien, who happened to be one of your oldest friends, speaks up. Elain hits him on the chest, rolling her eyes at her mate.

“Oh oh oh,” Mor pipes in, “we get a male to hit on her, oooh that would really piss off Azriel.”

“He’s already going to be super territorial once the bond snaps, if that happens he genuinely might try to hide her away for years,” Rhys replies, knowing how territorial Azriel already was over you.

“What if we all just disappear for a few days? Leave the two of them here in the townhouse?” Elain says, and Lucien rubs her thigh.

The group considers it - most of them do have their own homes in the city, leaving you and Azriel mostly by yourselves in the townhouse, but the inner circle usually drops by throughout the day. Cassian alone probably comes by five times a day - even more when Nesta’s upset with him.

“None of us visit, and we can’t allow them to come visit us.” Feyre says.

“Just want to point out this was essentially the first idea I had of locking them in a room together,” Rhys grins.

The group continues arguing, with Elain’s idea being the frontrunner.

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You and Azriel stayed in the day court for an extra night. You got incredibly drunk at the late solstice party with your family, and you also wanted to show Azriel around the day court palace.

You two spent most of the day in some of your favorite libraries - just the sight of one taking Azriel’s breath away. You two spent hours walking around the libraries, telling him about growing up here. You also showed him around the museums - noting to him one of the paintings that was donated by Feyre. You had joked that of course it featured Helion on his pegasus.

Now you were back in your private chambers, showing him your much less impressive personal library.

“Do you miss living here?” Azriel asks, the question on his mind since you all came to the party, after seeing how happy you were with your family.

“Mm, yes and no. I like spending a few weeks here out of the year, I love coming for holidays or just to visit, but it feels like a distant home, like I’m 9 years old,” you say, turning to face him, “I’ve traveled a good bit around Prythian, and honestly I never felt as at home as I do in Velaris.”

The confession hangs in the air. The unspoken words sitting on your tongue, not being brave enough to utter them - “I never felt at home until you.”

He can’t help the grin on his face as he says, “if I may, night court black suits you very well.”

Your cheeks flame as you reply, “it suits you very well, too.”

The two of you somehow closer than you were, only about a foot apart, when a knock shatters the moment. Azriel swears he hears a tiny groan from you as he steps away from you, looking over the shelves of your books, when one title catches his eye. As your attention is focused on the fae who came in to let you know that dinner is ready, he slips the book into his coat pocket.

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The two of you had winnowed back to the townhouse, directly into your private chambers.

“Can I ask you about something?” Azriel looks at you, curiosity all over his face.

“Anything,” you reply, neither of you moving from the tight hold you had on each other while winnowing.

“Why do you own this?” As he says it, he pulls out a book that you received for Solstice from Amren, one you were especially trying to keep hidden, which is exactly why you brought it with you to leave in your library in the day court.

“Ilyrians: Pleasing a Partner with Wings?” He asks, reading the title. Your mouth is wide open, looking like a fish without water.

“There’s an inscription,” you reply, and Azriel can barely hear it. He’s a little concerned his teasing has gone too far, when he opens the inscription to find Amren’s handwriting.

“Sun Girl,

make a move on the shadowboy. Here’s a guide on how.

Lukewarm regards,

Amren”

Azriel was shocked that Amren would get involved in any of their love lives, much less yours. He didn’t even know if Amren liked you, as much as Amren can like anyone.

“Amren gave you a solstice gift?” Azriel asks. You nod, still hiding behind your hands in embarrassment.

“And she wants you to fuck me?”

You choke on air at his bluntness, “well - uh- I mean - yes but maybe like not in a casual way?”

He looks at you, taking in how clearly embarrassed you are at this gift, at his discovery of it.

“So not in a casual way?” He asks, loving how cute you are in this moment.

You look at your hands, you look around your room, for anything, really, when you say, “not um in a casual way, yes.”

“So you would fuck me in a non-casual way?” He asks, clearly enjoying watching you squirm through this conversation.

You pause, and Azriel’s again afraid he’s gone too far, when he hears you say, “yes.”

“Do you.. have feelings… for me?” He asks, none of his own feelings showing on his face.

You look up at him. Now or never, you think.

“Yes,” you say, looking him in the eye, “yes.”

He continues looking at you as he responds, “good.”

“Good,” you say, not sure what he means, but not wanting to ask.

“Good,” he says, and before you can say the same, he pulls your face into his. Kissing him was an experience for your entire body- you could feel his hands on your face, his body pressed against you, when you felt something in your chest go pop!

You stopped kissing him to look at him in shock, when he’s already smiling at you. “You know!” you shout, “you knew!”

He laughs at your reaction, taking a moment before telling you, “it snapped when we exchanged gifts. I uh needed a few days to process it.”

You nod, Azriel was not someone who took change well, and this was a big one. You can understand him taking a few days to tell you.

“Needed time to process it, but do you uh regret it?” You ask, trepidation coating your voice.

“Not at all. I just… never thought I’d have this. I didn’t want to start things off by saying or doing the wrong thing.”

You smiled at his thoughtfulness, feeling the warmth of the bond in his chest.

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Rhys was no fool - he knew you two were in day and could return at any minute, so he shielded the room so if either of you came you wouldn’t be able to hear the discussion. He didn’t account for the fact that maybe you were already upstairs, and if you walked by and saw all of your friends gathered not making a noise, it would terrify you.

Which is exactly what happened.

They all heard you scream and turn to see you in the open doorway, Azriel’s shirt hanging off your body. Rhys starts to pull the shield down, wanting to make a crack at you wearing his brother’s clothes, when they’re all hit by the smell. It was so incredibly strong, they all were practically suffocated by it. It smelled like the early morning, when the moon kisses the earth, allowing for night to meet the day.

It all happened so fast, your scream, the shield coming down, Azriel winnowing in a defensive position after hearing your scream from upstairs, all of your friends screaming at the scent of the bond.

Azriel’s in front of you, ready to defend you, only to find Cassian charging at the two of you. He engulfs both you and Azriel in a hug, picking you both up and spinning you. You, in Azriel’s shirt, and Azriel, in his undershorts.

“It’s been like six hours, I thought they wouldn’t know until at least tomorrow,” you muffle into Cassian’s chest at Azriel, who huffs in response.

After what feels like a lifetime of spinning, Cassian sets you down, and you have to brace yourself on your knees to keep from throwing up.

“What are you guys doing here? In a shielded room?” You ask, hands still on your knees, and no one wants to meet your gaze, until Amren speaks.

“They discovered your prophecy, girl.”

Azriel looks to you, confusion on his face. You had honestly forgotten all about the prophecy - you didn’t know the contents, so you didn’t ever let yourself think of it.

You turn to Azriel, “my brothers and I have prophecies about who our mates are, but we can’t hear our own prophecies until they’re fulfilled. I never knew what it stated, just that I had a mate somewhere.”

“And you all heard it?” Azriel asks, looking around the room like everyone was a threat. If the smell didn’t give the bond away, Azriel’s hyper focus on his family as threats certainly did.

“Well,” Cassian interjects, “Helion told Feyre and Rhys, who told the rest of us.”

Nests hits his arm, “they told Cassian and he told the rest of us, big blabbermouth.”

“We just found out last night, and we were meeting to see if there was anything we could do about helping it snap, but it seems like that was a bit pointless.”

You look at Azriel, everything is so new, you have no idea how he would feel about being a pawn in your prophecy, much less about his family knowing something so important with you two being the last ones to know.

The room is still loud, Mor and Cassian found wine bottles and are popping them open. Everyone’s celebrating, while Azriel leans down and whispers to you.

“So, the mother made you for me,” he quirks his mouth into a grin.

“Actually, I’m three days older than you, so I think the mother made you for me,” you retort.

“Oh no, however will I go on? Being made for such a thing of beauty and brains?” He asks. Then he pauses, insecurity taking hold of him for a moment, “are you disappointed? I mean surely growing up knowing you had a mate, you dreamt up imaginary males whisking you away. How do I compare?”

You really take a look at him, a rare moment of vulnerability from him, as you consider a reply. “The males always whisked me away, off to foreign lands.” You look ahead at the chaos of the sheer joy your shared family is experiencing at the news. “You have brought me home.”

You grab his hand, rubbing your thumb across the back of it, hoping that that answer was enough for now. You have centuries to show that the imaginary males are nothing to the real thing.

[lovecla]

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FAKE IT ‘TILL YOU MAKE IT, game plan:

➴ chapter warnings: none <3

➴ word count: 1.5k

💌 from me to you: and here’s the first chapter of fake it ‘till you make it! posting this sooner than expected in honor of last night’s game. can you guys believe we have nico hischier as our captain? how lucky are we? anyways! i hope you all like this! (the posting schedule will be just like TYPA, every other day!) ♡

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WHEN YOU tell people that being friends with a hot, young NHL player isn’t at all that great, all they do is look at you like you’re batshit crazy, and give you one hundred and fifty four arguments trying to make you, someone who’s been friends with a guy who’s been a NHL star player for the past few years, see how wrong you are.

You love Nico Hischier. You really do. You met him when you were just eighteen, being friends with his sister, Nina, and immediately locking in with Nico. He’s the sweetest, kindest and most loving man you have ever met in your life, and now that you’re twenty-three, almost twenty-four, you can see how rare men like Nico are.

But now that he’s a famous player, captain of an entire team and known for being one of the hottest men in the NHL, you sure feel like you’re paying a high price for being in his life.

Not in a bad way, though. It just sucks to see the amount of women throwing themselves at his feet, and what sucks even more, is knowing that he won’t even blink an eye at them because he’s head over heels for Nora Ellis, a crazy girl he met two years ago at a party.

Nora is beautiful, you’ll give him that. And usually, you wouldn’t be upset with him having a crush. In fact, you and Nina are always encouraging him to engage in new relationships and meet new people, so that he isn’t only worried about his job.

Nora. She’s the most beautiful black woman you have ever seen. She’s intelligent, she’s funny and she knows things about Hockey like no one else— being the daughter of one of the most talented coaches in the NHL does that to you, you guess.

The only problem with Nora Ellis is the fact that she only cares for men who are in a relationship.

Married or dating, she doesn’t care. Her only goal is to make them give up on their partner to be with her, and once she gets tired of them, she finds another mission to busy herself with.

Nico doesn’t seem to notice that. To be fair, no one really does. She can be very subtle and discreet, and the only reason why you caught up on that in the first place is because every party you go to, you try to blend yourself with the walls, so you don’t get too much attention on yourself.

Nico always tells you to stay by his side and mingle with his friends, but by the end of the night, you’re always sitting near the bathroom door, with a drink in your hands, watching the party unfold with attentive eyes.

And turns out that a lot can happen in the bathroom of a party full of NHL players and Nora Ellis.

So you know she’s not good for him. You’ve tried to talk him out of it more times than you can actually recall, but it’s a dead end. Nico’s in love with her, and has been for two years now. He won’t give up on her unless something really drastic happens, but since Nora is really good at what she does��� destroying relationships for fun—, nothing will ever rise to the surface.

“She’s so… pretty,” Nico sighs, sitting on the couch beside you, making you sigh and put your book down, not forgetting to mark the page you were in. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

You smile, touching his cheek, watching with awe as his dimples appear. “It’s fine, Dimples.”

He rolls his eyes as he always does when you call him that, and continues.

“You’re the only one who still listens to me ramble about Nora,” he pouts. “Nina said that if I talk about her one more time, she’ll fly to Newark and personally destroy my phone so I can’t call her anymore.”

You laugh loudly, perfectly picturing Nina saying that.

“And Luca?” you ask, raising your eyebrow.

“Luca just says I need to move on.”

“Well, he’s always been more patient than Nina, that’s for sure,” you nod, placing your book on Nico’s coffee table and bringing your knees close to your chest, resting your head on them. “But… he’s not wrong, y’know?”

Nico gives you the puppy eyes, as he always does whenever someone mentions that he should get over Nora, and you sigh again.

Seeing him like this sucked in every way. And you’ve tried everything— get him on dating apps, blind dates, normal dates, pointing at a pretty girl at a party, literally everything.

And still, he’s not budging.

“I wish she would just look at me. I’m handsome, right?” He looks at you, brown eyes filled with despair.

You spend some seconds analyzing him, as you often liked to do. His brown, hazelnut eyes that shined bright everyday, his hair that’s now a little bit longer than usual, his legs and arms which are absolutely huge— when did he get that big anyway?— and his perfect, charming smile and dimples.

“Emma?”

“O-oh, yeah, you’re… fine, I guess,” you shrug, trying to hide the fact that you were checking him out. Weird. “It’s not about you, Nico, I’ve said that before.”

“Okay, but why won’t she pay attention to me, then?”

Because you don’t have a girlfriend, is what you want to say.

Wait.

“Oh my God!” you jump in your seat, scaring Nico who lets out a loud scream and jumps out of the couch with you.

“What the— Emma.” He puts his hands on his hips, trying to look scary, but you brush him off.

“I know how to make her fall in love with you,” you smile, walking around in circles, trying to organize your thoughts inside your head. Nico. Nora. She thinks she’s in love. Nico’s happy. They get together. She’ll leave him after three months or so. Nico’s sad. But! Nico’s moved on. “God, how did I not think of that before?”

“What are you talking about—”

“We have to date.”

Nico stares at you like you’re crazy, his eyes big and confused. He opens his mouth a few times, probably trying to think of something to say, before closing it and inhaling the air.

You wait for him to say something, but when it’s obvious that he won’t, you continue:

“I know it sounds crazy, and I know what you must be thinking, but hear me out,” you step closer, looking up at him. “Girls sometimes don’t pay attention to guys because… well, because they can’t really see them. Like, for example: there’s this one guy in my office which I don’t care about, he’s just my coworker and nothing else.”

“What does this have to do with—” you put your index finger over his lips, shushing him.

“Wait,” you say. “So, he’s there and he isn’t anything. Until, one night, I had a dream that he’s dating me. And suddenly, I wake up and go to work, and I can’t see him the same way I did before. I start noticing how nice his hair is or how tall he is. Do you understand it now?”

Nico smiles, scratching his forehead with his finger.

“No, Emma. That doesn’t even make sense.”

You snort. “Because you’re a man. But trust me on this one, Nico. The second Nora sees you with someone else, she will notice you.”

Mostly because she’s a whore, but we’ll keep that to ourselves for a while.

“Do you have… like… a crush on me or something?” His face is now red and he gets closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder while he looks like he’s trying to comfort you. “Is that why you want to do this?”

“What— No, what the hell!” you can feel your face getting warm and you step away from him. “No, I don’t have a c-crush on you. I just can’t stand you talking about her anymore. I’m your friend, so I will help you.”

Nico sighs, relieved it seems, still looking unsure.

“You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to,” you say, closing your eyes for a few seconds. “I know it sounds crazy and I know you probably think I’m trying to get something here but in reality—”

“I’ll do it.”

“What?!” you can’t hide your surprise, almost shouting with how loud you spoke.

He smiles, sitting back on the couch, spreading his thighs and stretching his arms. “I mean, you’re never wrong about these love related things. You did get my sister an amazing boyfriend and you did manage to convince my brother to ask that girl out, and now they’re married. So it’s probably my turn to accept your love advice and shit, right?”

You’re starting to feel bad about this whole thing, because you know Nora will probably break his heart in thousands of little pieces, but what else can you do?

It’s the perfect plan, you think to yourself. It’s flawless, and it will work.

“I try my best,” you give him a half-smile, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “But you have to promise me something.”

Nico nods. “Anything.”

“If this doesn’t work out, then you'll move on.”

“Emma—”

“It’s not healthy for you to be thristing over someone for this much time,” you sit on the couch next to him and place your hand on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “We will fight, and we will fight hard, but if there’s no results in three months, and I’m being generous, we’ll move on. Okay?”

Nico stared at his hands, biting his lips before looking at you again.

“Okay.”

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<next chapter>

[kiztae]

hi! if ur not too busy do u think u could come up with something for size kink w soobin? pls & thank you ! 💛

SIZE KINK — c.soobin

genre: afab!reader, very suggestive, brothers bestfriend!soobin, bulge kink, size kink (duh), making out, dry humping, dirty talk? that's probably it. wc: 1.8k [requested]

a/n: might be a bit short. hope you enjoy anon!

just like any other saturday, soobin came over to visit your older brother beomgyu and spend the rest of it playing games in his room. it wasn't new to find soobin in the living room, sitting in the couch and scrolling through his phone mindlessly.

it was only natural, considering he almost lived there with you guys with how often he’d come by. so when you crossed his path, you didn't really mind it and conformed to uttering a soft 'hi soobin' before stepping into the kitchen.

"hi y/n" he looks up with a raise of his eyebrows in acknowledgment, shutting off his phone and standing up slightly to move towards the kitchen island. "how's today treating you?" he inquires with a playful smile as he leans over the counter with his elbows.

“it’s treating me fine, soobin. what about you?” you say between yawns while pouring yourself a glass of water.

you had just woken up a few minutes ago, whenever it was sunday you allowed yourself to sleep in as much as you’d like. which is why you were currently standing in the kitchen, wearing your small pajama shorts and a loose t-shirt you found in your brothers room, at noon.

“so far, so good. but i have to say, it’s even better now that you’re here.” he adds boldly, looking down at the marble and then back up at you.

you could see his eyes glimmer mischievously as he ended his sentence, the two orbs dropping lower and trailing down your exposed collarbones, your chest that was exposing just about enough cleavage to help his imagination, and finally, your hands. everything about you looked so dainty and small, soobin couldn’t help but think about how adorable and weirdly hot he found it.

hell, he knew it was wrong to think about his best friend's little sister under this lewd light but it was just so hard not to.

“you really have a way with words don’t you? save them for the girls on your campus.” you grin in response, emptying the glass of cold water in your mouth and feeling the new energy flowing through your body.

if you had to be honest, it’s not like you hadn’t thought about soobin like that before. you were aware of how attractive he was and especially how close to your ideal type he proved to be. soobin was tall, handsome and a literal giant in proportions but also adorable and cute at times.

nevertheless, you pushed those thoughts away quickly whenever you remembered who he was to you. he was your brother’s best friend, he was older than you, he had many other things he could care about other than you… so why bother?

sure, it wouldn't be awful to have some fun with him, especially after not having any form of sexual activity in the past months (not even a kiss), but you were sure it was all not going to happen anyway. so, you tried your best to stay unfazed by his comments and approaches, figuring he was just teasing you.

“i’m not sweet talking you y/n. i’m—“ before he could continue, beomgyu walked into the room with a loud “you can use the shower now!”, signaling that you could start your morning routine and that he could get back to hanging out with his best friend.

“what are you doing here? you could’ve waited in my room man.” he says with an awkward laugh as he taps his friend’s back.

“well, see you around.” you bid your goodbye and go off to continue with your day, not bothering to finish the earlier conversation.

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why was getting up suddenly so hard? some sort of heavy weight was placed on top of you, not letting you move up or even around in the room of your mattress. this was not like any other sunday morning. were you still dreaming? after squirming in place for a little more you opened your eyes slowly and looked around despite the hazy vision of your only recent wake up call.

moving around (if you could even call it that) helped you figure out two things: 1. whatever it was that was stopping you was laying half on top of you and pressing your side 2. it was breathing. as soon as you realized the second, you started kicking your feet up and turning around in a hurry like crazy.

"woah—! what the—!" the lump under the other blanket started to blurt out in panic, until it moved up and revealed itself. that's when you were met with a confused soobin with the biggest case of bed hair you've seen.

before you could process it, he swiftly took your wrists into his hands and pushed them against the mattress effortlessly, shifting completely on top of you to keep your legs caged between both of his on your sides with ease. finally, if he got kicked once more he was sure he would get bruises.

"hey—!" you shout against his defense before his right palm comes up to cover your mouth clumsily. it was ridiculous how much of your face his hand covered then, all of your jaw and part of your neck being hidden behind it.

"shhh. don't you realize it's super early in the morning?" he whisper-shouts back, frowning and staring into your eyes, finally.

you relaxed and twisted your head around to take in the room, noticing that it was indeed still dark and that the sunset hadn't even happened yet. once you took it in, you took in the sight of soobin, at last. he was breathing loudly, his hair messy, his shirt hanging low on his chest and his eyes waving around as he looked into yours.

"why are you in my bed?" you murmur with a confused frown once he removed his hand, your breathing starting to speed up when you realize the position you're in right now. god, you hoped he was still sleepy enough to not notice the pink blooming in your cheeks.

"i— i don't know. i thought i went into beomgyu's room after i woke up to drink some water... but i guess not." he trails off, his eyes dipping lower from your eyes to your neck, your disheveled hair, your shirt that bunched up and exposed your waist, until he came back up to stare at your mouth for longer.

"i guess not..." you imitate quietly when your gaze also lays on his pouty lips and then back to his eyes.

"i'm sorry y/n" he states in a more deep voice, his tone sounding hushed as he leaned in closer to you, the hand holding your wrist pushing further up and the other dipping the mattress on your side.

"huh? for what?" you mutter out in surprisement at the sudden apology, your voice breaking softly once you feel him get closer.

"for not holding myself back." he whispers back, his hand interlacing with yours and pinning it deeper into the sheets as he catches your breath in a swift kiss. the action earned a small gasp from you, your form stiffening under his hold briefly, unsure of what was happening, until you sighed into his mouth and leaned in.

he softly groaned in satisfaction once he felt you relax and open your mouth more for him, granting him permission to kiss you deeper. "i'm such a shit best friend aren't i? i just couldn't hold it in anymore." he comments as he leaves your lips for a second, the loss of contact already making you disappointed.

but he doesn't stop. his free hand grazes your side softly and grasps your waist roughly, another gasp coming from you that's quickly swallowed by soobin's lips on yours. his kisses are desperate, hungry even. it's like he doesn't want to waste a single second when he's kissing you.

his tongue dips into your bottom lip and then brushes against yours, the wet sound of it starting to get more noticeable as his mouth melts with yours. you weren't sure you expected soobin to get messy like this, saliva mixing with yours, kisses sloppy and needy, you were loving it.

soobin was heavy on top of you, he was making sure he didn't lay his whole body weight, knowing for sure he would crush you, but he was letting himself press against you just enough for you to be trapped below him. if he wanted to, he could do anything he wanted to you, easily. he could make you his personal ragdoll, move you around however he wanted, take you however he wanted.

as his mouth detached from yours to dip lower and start biting and nipping at your neck, the hand on your waist trailed up and stopped right before your breast. "can i? please.." he says in a hushed voice as he licks a small stripe on the bites he left, his breathing ragged already. following your nod he takes your breast in his hand, his grasp being enough to cover it whole. once he gets permission his hands start roaming around your body more and more, grabbing whatever he can. his palms kneading your ass, then playing with your nipples, grasping your hip tightly as he groans into your mouth between kisses.

"you're so small— i could break you if i'm too rough, couldn't i?" he purrs into your ear, biting your earlobe gently and grinning. he didn't know what got into him but seeing you so weak and helpless in his hold was driving him crazy, he never knew he was so big until now.

"you're just— too big." the whiny tone in your voice as you replied was what did it for him. how could you say that to him and expect him not to go insane?

"fuck, don't do that to me." he blurts out as he lets his head fall on your chest, his hands tightening around your hips. "i won't be able to stop." he warns before his fingers dig into your sides and he pushes himself against you, his giant bulge rubbing on your underwear harshly.

"oh my god— soobin, you're huge" you moan out as the shocks of pleasure hit you, your hips instantly jolting forwards to meet his. at this, he starts thrusting his hips harder and faster against you, rocking the bed carelessly.

"yeah? bet that if i fucked you, you'd have a bulge right here. wouldn't you baby?" he questions while rubbing your tummy right above where his dick was pushing into you. "i'd fuck you so deep, you'd feel it in your stomach." he adds with a smirk, looking right into your eyes as if to taunt you. he never once stopped rocking his hips against you, the tip of his cock starting to leak through his boxers and onto your panties, hitting you right with each thrust.

"then do it." you plead in between whines, taking his cheek in your hand and staring into his eyes desperately. "fuck me until you break me."

-

© kiztae, 2023

[willowsnook]

orange is my favorite color (18+)

Can i get a ham, Swiss, lettuce, mikes way on a gluten free? from @a-beaverhausen

reader x joe burrow x oscar piastri

just let me in

a/n: I’m going to make it to where she’s a stranger to Oscar but not Joe bc it makes more sense for what I’m thinking. also these are my two worlds colliding so it makes me very happy

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The warm Austin air blew through your hair as you made it to the track for COTA, and while you had been to almost every sporting event known to man, this was your first F1 race, and you were excited.

When you and your sister started a podcast a couple of years ago, never in your wildest dreams did you think it would take off like it had. Now, you were an official Barstool Sports podcast and had the opportunity to interview tons of female athletes worldwide. Even though your podcast was geared towards female listeners, you still built relationships with male athletes who supported what you were doing.

“They really just let anyone in here these days don’t they?” You heard a familiar voice call out and turned, smirking, to see Joe Burrow grinning at you. Joe was one of the professional athletes who had been a big supporter of the pod, and you had interviewed him enough times to consider him a friend. He flirted relentlessly with you and you entertained it for the most part but never let it get further than words.

“Hi Joey,” you said, sauntering up to him. He was standing with two other guys who you quickly recognized as Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri.

“Guys, this is y/n,” he introduced. “She has a popular sports podcast here.”

You smiled warmly at the two men and they mirrored you.

“I’ve listened a couple of times,” Lando said and you were surprised. “You should talk to Susie Wolf.”

Nodding, you replied, “yeah that is actually on my to do list while I’m here.”

“Is this your first race?” Oscar asked, and you nodded, and a small smile appeared on his face.

You hung around with them for the next half hour, Lando talking your ear off about different F1 things while Oscar chimed in occasionally, but his eyes never left you, making you almost squirm. There was something about him that was so attractive. The calm, quiet demeanor was an interesting contrast from his teammate, but you were into it.

As the group chatted, you couldn't help but steal glances at Oscar. His piercing gaze made your heart race every time your eyes met. You were so caught up in the moment that you almost missed Joe's invitation.

"Hey, y/n, we're heading to the paddock. Want to come along?" Joe asked.

"Yeah, if that’s okay? you replied unsure.

Lando chimed in, "Of course! We'll vouch for you. Plus, it'll give you a chance to maybe set up that interview with Susie."

You nodded eagerly, and the group started moving towards the paddock area. As you walked, Oscar fell into step beside you.

"So, what made you decide to come to your first F1 race?" he asked, his voice low and curious.

"Well, I was invited by the official F1 marketing team. They are really trying to grow interest in the sport in the US, and I have a large audience of people already interested in sports,” you explained. “But I got into it a few years ago after watching the Netflix show. Just haven’t had the time to make it to a race yet.”

Oscar nodded as you talked, and as you headed into a more crowded area, he tugged you into his side so that you wouldn’t get lost. His hand was warm against your waist, and you tried to contain your blush.

“So, since you’re hanging with us, can I assume you are a McLaren fan?” He asked and you smirked as you shook your head.

“RedBull all the way baby,” you teased and he rolled his eyes.

“We’ll have to fix that,” he muttered. You made it to the garage, and Oscar was pulled away quickly, so you settled into the atmosphere with Joe.

“Having fun?” He asked and you nodded, watching the garage as it came to life.

“Not as much fun as being at a football game but still fun,” you said with a smile and he threw back his head to laugh.

“That’s my girl,” he said, and you felt your stomach flutter at his words. His eyes were mischievous as he noted your reaction and you quickly averted your eyes. “I think our shade of orange looks better on you, though.”

“Oh yeah?,” you teased, smiling.

“Yeah, this shade makes you look pale,” he said, and you laughed loudly. The garage was getting busier, and you were standing very close to Joe as you tried to stay out of the way. Someone tried to move behind you, causing you to take another step closer to him, which he wasn’t complaining about.

“Here, I know you want to watch,” he whispered before shifting you to turn around. Your back rested against his chest, and you stiffened as you felt his arm wrap around your waist, holding you to him. His fingers were subconsciously tracing your skin as he watched the mechanics work.

Oscar appeared at your side again, his eyes darting between you and Joe with a hint of curiosity.

"Sorry to interrupt," Oscar said, his accent making your heart skip a beat. "But I thought you might like a closer look at the car. It's not every day you get to see one up close."

You nodded eagerly, and he began to guide you through the space, explaining the different parts of the car and the various roles of the team members. His passion for the sport was evident in the way he spoke, and you found yourself hanging on his every word.

As you moved around the garage, you noticed Joe watching you and Oscar with a hint of something in his eyes. Jealousy, perhaps? You pushed the thought aside, focusing on Oscar's explanations. He was easy to talk to and you enjoyed the behind the scenes tour you were getting.

Eventually, it was time for the race, and you rejoined Joe, taking a pair of headphones from him and putting them on to watch. You had a good time, and it was exciting to be there for the action even though both McLaren drivers missed the podium. You hung around the paddock a little longer, chatting with other US athletes who were there and filming some content for a vlog.

By the time you made it back to the hotel, it was later in the evening, and you were starving. Heading towards the bistro in the lobby, you spotted someone waving at you from the corner of your eye. Oscar was sitting at a table by himself, eating dinner.

“Hey,” you said as you approached him.

“Hey,” he replied, “hungry?”

You sunk down into the chair across from him, stealing a menu from a nearby table.

“You did great today,” you praised and he shrugged.

“It was whatever,” he said neutrally. “No hardware to bring home.”

“Well I still thought it was impressive,” you said.

“That is all I was hoping for,” he said genuinely and you felt your cheeks warm at Oscar's words, a flutter of excitement in your stomach. The waiter came by to take your order, and as you chatted over dinner, you found yourself increasingly drawn to Oscar's quiet charm and dry wit.

"So, what's next for you after this race?" Oscar asked, taking a sip of his water.

"Well, I've got a few more interviews lined up here in Austin, then it's back to New York," you replied. "What about you? Where does F1 take you next?"

"Mexico City," he said with a small smile. "Not quite as glamorous as Austin, but should be a good race."

As you continued talking, you couldn't help but notice how easy conversation flowed between you two. Time seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, the restaurant was starting to empty out.

"I should probably head up," you said reluctantly and Oscar stood up, holding out his hand to you.

“Let me walk you up,” he offered and you took his hand, letting him lead you towards the elevators. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” you said looking over at him.

He paused for a second before asking. “Is there something going on between you and Joe?”

“Mutual attraction,” you answered amused. “Nothing has ever come of it, but we don’t see each other a ton.”

“So he wouldn’t be mad if I kissed you right now?” He asked, taking a step closer to you and you thanked god that you were alone in the elevator.

“He probably would,” you admitted. “But I wouldn’t.”

That was all the confirmation he needed and he closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips against yours. You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you as you deepened the kiss. Exploring his mouth, you gasped as one of his hands gripped your ass right as he bit down on your bottom lip. The doors opened as you reached your floor, and you dragged Oscar through the hall and to your room.

Swiping the card, the door swung open and Oscar was back on you in a minute.

As Oscar pressed you against the closed door, his lips trailed down your neck, sending shivers through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you let out a soft moan. The heat between you was palpable, months of tension finally breaking.

Oscar's hands roamed your body, caressing every curve as he kissed you deeply. You tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He pulled back just long enough to yank it over his head before capturing your lips again.

You pushed off the door, guiding Oscar towards the bed without breaking the kiss. As the back of his legs hit the mattress, he sat down, pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, grinding your hips against his as his hands slipped under your shirt.

"Is this okay?" he murmured against your skin, his accent thick with desire.

"More than okay," you breathed and he lifted your shirt over your head and he attached his mouth to the top of your chest, sucking harshly to mark you. Just as your fingers traveled down to his waistband, someone knocked on the door filled the room. You pulled back from Oscar, hoping that the person would just go away, but they didn’t.

“I’ll be back,” you muttered, sliding off his lap. Not bothering with a shirt you yanked the door open, irritated. You did not expect to see Joe Burrow standing there.

His eyes darkened as he took in the state you were in, no shirt, flushed lips, messy hair.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to get dinner but clearly you are busy,” he said coldly and you flinched.

“Clearly,” you retorted, and his lips pressed into a firm line. Just as you were about to shut the door, you heard Oscar coming up behind you. It felt like the room temperature dropped another 10 degrees with the icy look that crossed Joe’s face.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he bit out and you rolled your eyes.

“This is not any of your business,” you said.

“Are you just not into me?” He whined. “I thought we had something, but all he had to do was talk with his pretty little accent, and you dropped your panties.”

Oscar snorted from behind you as you tried to hold back a giggle.

“You know I have a thing for you,” you said as you looked into his sad puppy dog eyes. “It’s just complicated with you.”

“How?” He demanded.

“We run in a lot of the same circles professionally,” you said. “Oscar is rarely even in the US so very no strings attached.”

“I don’t like it,” Joe said crossing his arms.

“Just let him in,” Oscar said from behind you and you looked over your shoulder, eyes wide.

“What?”

“Let him in, I don’t mind sharing,” he said nonchalantly before turning to move back to the bed.

You stood there, stunned for a moment, trying to process Oscar's words. Joe's expression shifted from anger to surprise, then to a mix of curiosity and desire.

"Are you serious?" Joe asked, his voice low and husky.

You looked back at Oscar, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes dark with want. He gave a small nod, a smirk playing on his lips.

Your heart raced as you considered the implications. The thought of being with both of them sent a jolt of excitement through your body. You bit your lip, weighing your options for a split second before making a decision.

"Come in," you said to Joe, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joe stepped into the room, his eyes never leaving yours as you closed the door behind him. The tension in the air was palpable as you stood between the two men, feeling their heated gazes on your half naked body.

You could feel the electricity in the air as Joe slowly walked towards you. You were caught between two dangerously attractive men, and the thought made your heart race.

Oscar watched with a smirk on his face as Joe stood in front of you, his eyes raking over your body. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer for a kiss.

His lips were soft but urgent against yours, his tongue quickly seeking entrance into your mouth. You responded eagerly, losing yourself in the passionate kiss.

"Isn't this nice?" Oscar's voice interrupted from behind you, making both you and Joe jump. He chuckled at your reaction before moving closer to join in on the kiss.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the feeling of two sets of lips on yours at once, their hands roaming over every inch of your body.

You moaned against Oscar's lips as Joe's hand found its way under your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he pushed you back towards the bed.

You fell onto the soft mattress with Joe on top of you, his hands eagerly exploring every inch of your body as he kissed down your neck and chest.

Meanwhile, Oscar had stripped off his clothes and was now standing by the edge of the bed, watching with a lustful gaze.

Joe looked up at him and smirked before leaning back to whisper into your ear. "Do you want him too?"

You nodded eagerly as he moved to sit behind you leaving room for Oscar between your legs. Oscar fell down to his knees and helped you get your pants off, pulling your panties down with them.

“So wet for us sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing the inside of your thighs. You could feel Joe’s hardness pressing into your back as you leaned against him, whimpering as his fingers circled your nippled, his lips sucking on your neck. You cried out the first time Oscar flicked his tongue out and your hips bucked up, causing Joe to hold you down.

Your body was on fire as Oscar's tongue worked its magic between your thighs. Joe's hands roamed your body, teasing and caressing as he whispered dirty words in your ear. The combination of sensations was almost too much to bear.

"That's it, baby," Joe murmured, his breath hot against your neck. "Let us make you feel good."

Oscar's tongue circled your clit before moving deeper, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer as waves of ecstasy washed over you.

Joe's fingers pinched and rolled your nipples, sending jolts of electricity through your body. You could feel his hardness pressing against your back, reminding you of what was to come.

"Oh god," you gasped, your hands gripping Joe's thighs as you felt yourself getting close. "I'm gonna-"

"Come for us, sweetheart," Oscar encouraged, and that’s all you needed to push you over the edge, your body locked up as you rode out your orgasm. As you came down from your high, Joe slid out from under you, standing next to the bed.

“Flip over baby,” he said and you obeyed, moving on to your hands and knees. “I’m going to fuck your pretty pussy now while you make Oscar feel good okay?”

Oscar moved to the head of the bed, leaning against the back, all bared out for you. Moving closer to him, you looked to him for one last confirmation, and he nodded, pushing you to drag your tongue from his base all the way to his tip. He hissed at the contact, leaning his head back as he tried to control his breathing. You toyed with him, slowly moving your tongue around but not putting him in your mouth completely. You were about to start another cycle of it when you felt a hand yank your head back with your hair, Joe’s mouth next to your ear.

“Stop being a brat,” he growled and your core throbbed at his dominance. He let go of you, and you enveloped Oscar’s head with your lips, making him groan out. Hollowing your cheeks, you started to bob up and down, making sure to move your tongue around his cock. His hand found the back of your head as he bucked his hips into your mouth, his breathing growing heavy.

You were so caught up in Oscar that you temporarily forgot about Joe, until you felt him push entirely into you. You cried out around Oscar, causing him let out a loud groan.

“That’s it baby,” Joe praised breathlessly as he quickened his pace. “Taking us both so well.”

Your body was on fire as Joe pounded into you from behind, his strong hands gripping your hips. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making it difficult to focus on pleasuring Oscar. But you were determined to make them both feel good.

You hollowed your cheeks, taking Oscar deeper into your mouth as you matched Joe's rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and muffled moans.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Joe groaned, his fingers digging into your flesh. "So tight and wet for us."

Oscar's hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as he thrust shallowly into your mouth. "Fuck, y/n," Oscar groaned, his accent thick with desire. "Your mouth feels so good."

The dual sensations of being filled from both ends was overwhelming. You could feel yourself rapidly approaching another orgasm, and when Joe brought his thumb down to your clit, rubbing rapid circles, you toppled over the edge. Your cries sent Oscar over the edge, and you swallowed the cum he spurt down your throat right as you clenched around Joe, causing him to spill into you.

Slumping down, you winced as Joe pulled out of you, and Oscar pulled you up into his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around you as you tried to catch your breath.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” He asked softly and you gave him a weak smile.

“Never better.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay baby?” Joe said sweetly, kneeling next to you. Nodding, you let him scoop you into his arms and take you into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and Oscar followed you in. The shower barely fit the three of you, but you definitely weren’t complaining, just happy to be sandwiched between two of the hottest men you knew.

“Will you both stay?” You asked hopefully, and neither of them said anything for a minute, eyeing each other warily. “Please?”

Joe broke first, eyes softening as he looked down at you. “Of course baby.”

Oscar nodded in agreement, stepping out to get a towel for you.

Once you were wrapped up you looked between the two men smirking. “I think… that orange is my favorite color.”

[cherienymphe]

When The Party’s Over XXV (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, mentions of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, forced pregnancy, breastfeeding kink, toxic relationship, violence, jealousy, stalking, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, public sex, innocent reader, Heyward!reader

This is it! My longest Rafe series is complete and I had a lot of fun writing this for you all. Enjoy!

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summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, you’re finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk away…especially when he refuses to let you.

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You were rocking him to sleep, soft hums leaving your lips as you did so. He still seemed so small in your hands, something that was hard to believe. It was a nice day out, and you’d taken advantage of the sun and light breeze, opting to sit outside for a while. It was good for him, for both of you really. Rose’s paranoia about the one-year-old getting sick had more influence than either of you wanted to admit.

You looked down at him in your arms, hair simple and pulled back out of your face. Your lashes fluttered as you gazed down at him, a look on your face like he was your favorite thing in the whole world. It was a sight, like you two were the only ones in the whole house…the whole island to be exact. The dress that Rose had bought you clung to you, some baby weight lingering, the top of it straining across breasts that were much fuller than they used to be.

Rafe had done that.

The glow in your face, the extra softness in your frame, and the mewling baby in your arms was all because of him. He knew that if you’d had it your way, your son wouldn’t be here, at all, anger bubbling up in his chest at the memory of what became of his first child. He tried not to linger on that or think about it at all if he could help it because it would send him into a blind rage all over again. He was trying to be better. He was trying.

He'd told you that, and he meant it.

…but you had a way of getting underneath his skin.

You always had.

From the first moment he came across you on the side of the road like some hapless prey ripe for the picking, the sight of you had stirred something in his chest. You’d looked so unsure, so nervous, and what had started out as a ploy to get a pretty girl into bed had turned into something more the second he realized who you were.

To say that he and Pope had an ugly history would be an understatement. They’d left their mark on each other more than a few times, and staring into the face of the Pogue’s sister, having you completely at his mercy, had him smiling in a way that was less than friendly. He’d wanted you then because it would be fun and would eat at Pope better than any punch could.

…but then…

He’d wanted you because he didn’t want anyone else to have you.

You were sweet—too sweet—and kind—too kind—and where Rafe would normally have the desire to squash someone like you, all he’d wanted was to have you all to himself. You were just too trusting, letting Rafe touch you and talk to you in ways that he could tell you’d written off as nothing. You were too naïve…and too caring.

He hadn’t lied when he found himself at your window all those months ago, knuckles bruised from the force behind his punch. The concern in your eyes was almost enough to make Rafe feel bad, a genuine fear for him in there that he’d never seen in anyone’s eyes before. It had almost been enough to make him turn around, or at the very least, just leave you alone after that night.

However…

The thought of you looking at anyone else like that had made his chest tighten. Rafe didn’t want to imagine you letting anyone else climb through your window. He hadn’t wanted to think about you sitting on your bed like some rapt student, listening to some other asshole go on about whatever dull family problems weighed him down. He didn’t want to think of some other guy being on the receiving end of that soft voice and those expressive eyes and gentle hands.

No one had ever apologized for the relationship between him and his father before. The most Kelce or Topper had offered up was a halfhearted ‘that sucks’, and Rafe got it. They dealt with the same thing from uptight parents who expected too much, so what else could they really say? Sarah had only ever given him smug looks accompanied by some variation of ‘I told you so’, but you?

You’d been genuinely sorry. You’d looked at Rafe like being at odds with Ward was the worst thing you could imagine. You’d been so bothered by the thought of the older man making Rafe so angry to the point where he needed to take it out on a wall, hurting himself. You’d listened to him, comforted him and actually tried to make him feel better.

…and that was the moment that Rafe decided he had to have you.

You were just too good to be true, too good to pass up, and he hadn’t cared how he achieved it, only that he knew he was going to have you…for good. The slight guilt that he’d felt at taking advantage of your drunken state was quickly swallowed down by the feel of you underneath him, so tight and so warm. It was almost like he just didn’t deserve something as sweet as you, but if that were the case, you would’ve never been in his arms to begin with.

“Where are you going?”

The sight of you coming back inside pulled him from his reverie, and Rafe evenly gazed at you as you came up short at the sound of his voice. He hated the apprehension that seemed to live in your eyes now, knowing that he’d done that, but what was the alternative? Let you get comfortable enough to try and leave him again? Let you get bold enough to actually fight him off? Rafe was happy with your fear of him if it meant staying by his side.

“He’s been asleep for a while, now. So, I’m just going to put him down,” you told him, a look in your eyes like you wanted to mockingly ask him if that was okay.

He felt his lips quirk up into a small smirk, and he waved you off.

His eyes followed your every move as you breezed past him, gaze lingering on the way your dress hugged you as you climbed the stairs. There was a time where Rafe didn’t have to corner you and hold you down to have sex with him. There was a time when you initiated it just as much, happy to roll around in his bed and sneak around behind Pope’s back, and even though you were at a place where you could barely stand the sight of him, Rafe knew you’d get back to that once again.

It was only a matter of time.

You’d be raising a kid together for the next eighteen years. Not to mention however many more Rafe planned on having with you. Your only other option was to be completely miserable, and you were a lot of things, but stubborn wasn’t really one of them. It was solely your fear that drove you to keep your relationship with him a secret for so long. Not stubbornness.

He wouldn’t lie.

Rafe did feel a little bad about how it all came out, but in the end, it didn’t matter how everyone found out really. All that mattered was that the whole island knew you were his. This whole island would look at you and that baby in your arms and know that you both belonged to Rafe Cameron. He wouldn’t have to deal with assholes—both rich and low-class alike—hitting on you, and he wouldn’t have to keep arguing with you about it.

That was one aspect of your former relationship that he didn’t miss.

The secrecy was fun at first, so much so that Rafe could ignore how much it bothered him to keep you a secret and be a secret. Rafe was nobody’s secret, but it got old fast, and it was solely because of the horny fuckers that couldn’t put their tongues back in their mouth to hear you turn them down. He hated having to watch them run their eyes over you, tracing every inch if you with no effort to hide what they were thinking.

It was enough to drive him crazy, and he had let it.

What drove him crazier was your inability to see it. You’d treated him like he was silly, and all he’d wanted was to not have to sit back and swallow it down as countless guys approached you with every intention of doing to you what Rafe did every night. That was the only thing that kept him from losing it completely.

Knowing that when the party was over, it was his bed you were climbing into and his cock you were wrapping your lips around.

Not theirs.

Looking back, that was really all that mattered, and maybe he should’ve done a better job of remembering that. Hell, he’d even allowed his mind to run wild with the possibilities of you and Topper. It couldn’t be helped. Despite Topper’s own history with Bunny, Rafe saw the way the other blond looked at you sometimes, and even without Rafe in the picture, you weren’t the type to cavort with your friend’s sloppy seconds. That still didn’t stop Top from imagining what it’d be like though, and his fear as Rafe had confronted him only confirmed what Rafe knew he’d been thinking.

He recalled the way his best friend had seemed to trip over himself, stuttering to deny what they both knew was true. After all, if Rafe was threatening him over some girl, then it was serious and he’d been close to crossing a line he couldn’t uncross. Rafe knew you would never, but you’d been angry with him that night, and when he came back to the party to find you gone, only to track your phone, his mind had jumped to the worst.

You weren’t the vengeful type, that was more Rafe’s style, but he hadn’t been able to stop his imagination from getting the better of him.

He’d fucked up.

Bad.

He knew that that same night when it was just the two of you on the water, and you’d been trembling underneath him. He’d been determined to right his wrong, to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. You had to see how messed up he was. You had to see how stupid he’d been to let his paranoia get to him. He hadn’t meant it, and he thought that he’d made you see that.

He thought you understood how sorry he was for that mistake he’d never be able to undo.

He hadn’t anticipated you leaving him. Not really, anyway. After all, Rafe loved you, and he was shit at showing it properly yeah, but did that really matter? He knew he loved you, and he thought you knew too. If he didn’t, would he really have gone through so much trouble just to keep you? To protect you from assholes that’d had the same intentions he’d had?

Rafe had gone above and beyond to keep you at his side, and as he leaned against the doorway, staring at you as you peered down into your son’s crib, none the wiser to his gaze, he wondered if you really knew just how much you meant to him even if he sucked at showing it.

“If you’re going then I’m going.”

Rafe heard you huff, a tired sound that clued him in to the fact that he was going to get what he wanted either way.

“Rafe…”

He didn’t respond, lightly bouncing his son and smiling back at the cherubic infant as he tried to grab at his face.

“Pope’s home for the weekend, and I just want to spend some time with my family. I want them to play with him and bond with him-.”

“…and you can’t do that with me there?”

“I don’t want you there!”

The rise in your voice gave the infant pause, and Rafe cooed at him before his face had time to scrunch up in preparation of a wail.

“I just want it to be us,” you continued.

“Not happening,” he replied with no room for argument.

There was a brief pause, one thick and filled with tension. He could feel your eyes on him, and Rafe was unbothered, only lazily looking towards you after some time. You were sitting on the bed, as beautiful as ever, face pinched into a frown. He took great care to ignore the tears in your eyes.

“You have to know that I’m not going anywhere by now,” you told him, voice cracking. “I can’t just want a few days away from you?”

“That’s not very healthy,” he sarcastically told you, slowly walking around the room. “We have a family, now, beautiful.”

“You’re insufferable,” you mumbled.

The insult merely rolled over Rafe’s back.

“You can go wherever you want, you know that, but you’ve lost it if you think I’m not going with you,” he said, sitting next to you.

You both watched as your son reached for you, and Rafe happily handed him over. He couldn’t swallow down his smile as the infant made himself comfortable in your arms, a happy sound leaving his tiny lips at the sight of you. Rafe loved how much he loved you, and he loved how much you loved him in return. The sight made him happy, and you only gave him a scathing look when he reached out to gently touch your face.

“You tried to run from me before…and you tried to take him with you…”

His voice was soft as he reminded you of this.

“I’ll never put it past you to do that again.”

He watched you lick your lips, tongue darting between them as your eyes flashed, memories of that night going through your mind.

“You didn’t really give me much choice, Rafe,” you whispered. “How could I not want to be away from you?”

Rafe looked away at that, hating how much that affected him. He knew it was his own fault, he recognized that, but how could he right his wrongs when you didn’t give him the chance?

“I…messed up,” he said, catching himself after a glance at his son. “I know that…okay? But I love you and-.”

“You can’t really believe that, Rafe,” you whispered, not looking at him. “You don’t treat someone the way you’ve treated me if you love them.”

“I’m shit at showing it, alright?” he spat. “You don’t…you don’t need to tell me that. I know.”

He looked towards the empty crib, swallowing.

“You don’t…”

He trailed off, letting his words die in the air. How could he explain it to you? How could he make you understand that he was so terrified of losing you that it made him go overboard to make sure he didn’t?

“I just can’t lose you,” he finally murmured. “…and…it just makes me so desperate to do anything to make sure I don’t.”

Your scoff had him looking at you.

“Do you hear how messed up that is, Rafe?”

You blinked at him, looking at him like he was crazy, and of everything that happened, he hated that the most. Unlike everyone else, you’d never look at him like he was crazy or horrible or the problem.

“I should be able to leave if I want to,” you whispered. “I shouldn’t be trapped into a relationship, threatened into staying with you. That’s not right-.”

“I know it’s not right,” he spat, breathing through his nose as he looked between your eyes. “I know that. I know that it’s wrong and doesn’t make sense and every other bad thing in the book. I know that, okay?”

He pushed himself off of the bed, taking a deep breath.

“…but I’d rather that than not have you, at all.”

When he looked at you, he couldn’t place the look in your eyes, but you were staring up at him with parted lips. His son squirmed in your arms, and it was almost like you didn’t notice.

“I’d rather you be dead than not with me.”

You flinched, and he watched the way a lone tear escaped, skipping down your cheek. You shakily exhaled, looking away from him with a shake of your head. As Rafe said it, he realized that it was the truth. He’d set out to have you, he got you, and he wasn’t going to settle for losing you. It didn’t make sense for both of you to exist and not be together. It didn’t make sense for you to be alive and well and not with him.

Let alone with someone else.

He watched you look down at the infant in your arms, his son much quieter now.

“You terrify me, Rafe,” you finally said.

When your eyes met his again, he could see how true that was, and his own gaze found the floor.

“You’re not who I thought you were, and you terrify me,” you went on. “…and even if I was some dumb broad who wanted to just pretend like nothing happened and forgive you for everything you’ve done to me, you terrify me.”

When his eyes met yours again, you were glaring at him.

“You’ve hurt me more than anyone ever has. You hurt me in ways I never thought I would be, and I can’t be around you without wondering when you’re going to hit me again or hold my head under water or-.”

“I told you that I’m trying!”

Your words were getting to him, making his chest tighten and his jaw clench. His son squirmed and made a small noise of protest, and you held him closer. Rafe forced himself to take a deep breath, running his hand through his hair as you just…stared at him.

“I’m trying my best.”

“Well, your best sucks,” you whispered, swallowing. “They’ve put men in jail for less.”

Rafe didn’t really have anything to say to that other than an apology.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “You’ve said that before, Rafe. Some things you just can’t fix with an apology.”

You told him that in a tone filled with finality, and even though it wasn’t the first time you’d said it, it was still something he didn’t want to hear. Rafe knew that he’d wear you down eventually, even if it took years, but as long as you’d wake up next to him with a smile on your face, it didn’t matter how long it took.

Your nails pressed into his shoulder, and Rafe hissed. The sting added to the heat that was already coursing through him, and he tightened his free hand around your wrist. The other was digging into your thigh, his mouth buried between your legs, tongue laving at your folds. Rafe was sure that he’d never get enough of you.

Truth be told, Rafe never liked going down on any girl much. He much preferred them going down on him, but his ego was too big to resist a chance at hearing some faceless bimbo moaning his name and clinging to him like her life depended on it. It was always a means to an end.

…but with you…Rafe loved the taste of you.

He loved swiping his tongue over you, sliding it between your folds, thrusting it into you as best as he could. He loved the way your breath would catch, and the way your thighs would press into his head, almost suffocating him. He liked to look up and see your parted lips, eyes wide and on the ceiling or half-closed and lashes fluttering.

Rafe had once thought that he could stay between your legs forever if it was possible.

He pressed his hand into your stomach when you came on his mouth, letting your leg go and reveling in the feel of your thighs tightening around his head. You were twisting your arm, trying to get him to let go, but Rafe was having none of that. You were still fighting to catch your breath when he kissed his way up your body.

Your bundle of joy was sleeping in Ward and Rose’s room tonight, something Rose was happy to agree to when Rafe had brought it up. You seemed to be just on the precipice of sleep when he’d made his way into the bed, his lips on yours before you had an understanding of what was happening.

Despite your verbal protests, and the hands pushing against him, your body greedily clung to his when he pushed himself into you. You were so wet, a simple and smooth intrusion, and Rafe groaned at the feel. He heard your sharp intake of breath and felt your nails press into his skin. His forehead lightly rested against yours as he just held himself there, basking in the feel of you wrapped tightly around his cock.

It was a feel he’d never get tired of.

He pressed his forearm into the pillow beside your head, leaning over you as he pulled his hips back. The action made you gasp again, and your chest arched up into his when he pushed into you to the hilt. His thrusts were slow at first, taking his time, and Rafe pressed his lips to your neck.

Rafe did love you.

At least, he thought he did.

He knew that the thought of never being with you drove him crazy, drove him to terrifying lengths. He knew that you were the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing before he went to bed. When he wasn’t with you, all he wondered was what you were doing. Your smile alone was enough to calm him down from any violent high, and sometimes when he thought about how badly he hurt you, it hurt him.

He would think about the frown on your face when he held you too tight or the fear in your eyes that day on the yacht. He remembered the way you shrunk in on yourself in his truck that night, clutching your cheek and wanting to be as far away from him as possible. It hurt Rafe to think about those things, some of them necessary, some of them not.

Sometimes you just made him so angry that he lost control, and while he never cared in the moment, the aftermath always had him feeling bad. He always wanted to hold you and tell you how sorry he was. Always wanted to kiss it better and beg for your forgiveness. Rafe had never wanted to lose control with you, and he’d failed at that so many times.

Your sharp moan brought him back to the present, and he curved his hips into yours, plunging into you without abandon. Your nails were drawing blood, but he didn’t care. He welcomed the feel, the pain, and his teeth grazed along your shoulder before his lips traveled to meet yours. You jerked your head away, but Rafe followed, covering your lips with his own.

He deeply inhaled, breathing you in and tasting the inside of your mouth. Every thrust had you shuddering beneath him, and Rafe felt like he wasn’t going to last for much longer. Against what you probably wanted, you clung to him, wrapping your arms around him and lifting your hips to meet his every thrust. Under the cover of darkness, you seemed to lose yourself, and it reminded Rafe of the early days in your relationship.

He missed waking up to the feel of your lips wrapped around him or your hand sliding along his bare skin in the middle of the night. No matter how much you might’ve wanted to erase it all, your body would never forget, and it was so evident in the way Rafe played you like an instrument, knowing exactly what to pull and what to stroke to make the sound he loved.

“I miss you,” he whispered into your mouth. “I miss you so much.”

You didn’t respond, pausing for half a second, and Rafe kissed you again.

“God, I miss you.”

Being with you was the only time Rafe felt…heard. Seen. You had never dismissed his problems because of however much money he had. You had never just placated him. You’d always genuinely felt bad for him and had always been open to listening to him and trying to make him feel better—whether that be with your words or your body.

In truth, you’d been way more understanding than he deserved at times.

…and that was how he knew you’d come around one day.

You had to.

There was no other choice.

When you came around him, he held you down, still pushing into you and fucking you through it. Your head was thrown back, and one leg was hooked along his waist, and Rafe didn’t want to look away. You were fighting to right your breathing, and Rafe took the time to kiss along your chest. His son was the greatest thing you’d given him, and despite your silence on the matter, Rafe could tell that you weren’t all that comfortable with the changes in your frame.

Rafe had never been happier, to be honest.

The fullness of your breasts were addicting to look at, even more addicting to feel, and knowing that it was to nurture his pride and joy turned him on so much. His teeth grazed over the rounded flesh, and his palm pressed over one, massaging it and squeezing it, and Rafe didn’t miss the mewl you let out. Nursing him before bed was something you hadn’t done today, and he both felt and heard your sigh of relief when he wrapped his lips around a hardened bud.

The pressure from his hand and mouth eased the pressure in your chest, making a mess on your skin and eventually the sheets. Rafe wondered what it felt like, that relief combined with the feel of him inside of you. When it was Rafe’s turn to come, he did so inside of you, jerking against you and rutting into you until he was spent.

You yourself were completely spent when he pulled away from you, resting on his back beside you. The only sound in the room was that of your combined breathing, and this was the part where you beat yourself up and allowed guilt to force you into more isolation. Rafe refused to let you, reaching over and pulling you closer. You didn’t react, and he’d take that over a fight any day.

“I love you,” he whispered after a while.

When you didn’t respond, Rafe continued.

“I know you don’t believe that, but I do. I-.”

“You’re obsessed with me,” you tearfully mumbled. “That’s not the same.”

Rafe swallowed, frowning.

“You want to possess me. You only care that I’m with you, never mind if I’m happy or not-.”

“You were happy with me before-.”

“…and that was before!”

You pulled away from Rafe, sitting up and wrapping the covers around you.

“That was before I knew what you were really like and before you tried to drown me and before…”

You trailed off, hurrying to your feet and quickly looking for something to put on. Rafe watched you with a frown, huffing to himself.

“Where are you going?”

“To be with my son,” you spat out.

You were moving out of the room before Rafe had time to respond, and he only stared after you.

Rafe knew that getting to where he wanted with you wasn’t going to happen overnight. Hell, it might not even happen in two years, but Rafe was patient when he knew what he wanted. He was patient the morning after you had sex with him, calm as he told you he wanted more from you, knowing the kind of girl you were and the pressure you’d feel to be in a relationship with him.

He’d been patient before that, content to orbit himself around you until he was a regular part of your routine. Patient until he’d made the decision that he wanted you all to himself. He was patient when he’d tampered with your birth control, knowing it was only a matter of time before your worry drove you to seek out a pregnancy test.

He had not anticipated the abortion.

That had shocked him, and it was only then did it click for him just how badly you wanted to cut ties with him.

Rafe had been patient that day he and Ward pulled into your yard, relaxing in your living room as his father talked to your parents and he waited for you to arrive. Rafe was impulsive, this was true, but he was patient when he needed to be. He’d been patient in tracking you down, following your every move until he had you right where he wanted you, alone on the side of the road and at his mercy.

…and Rafe could be patient with this too.

He fingered a familiar box in his hand, taking it from its place in the nightstand. The ring was ostentatious and shiny and perfect—fit for a Cameron woman. Fit for the wife of Rafe Cameron. He was unsurprised to find you in the other guest room, leaning against the headboard with his son in your arms as you nodded off.

It was a sight that warmed Rafe’s heart with pride, and he gently sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake either of you. You looked so peaceful in your sleep, a contrast to how you looked whenever you were looking at him these days. You were beautiful and the kindest person he ever knew, and you’d given him a healthy baby boy.

How on earth was he expected to just let you go?

He grabbed your free hand, your left one, brushing his own fingers over your own. You hated him, now, but you wouldn’t forever. You were afraid of him, now, but you wouldn’t be forever. Rafe was confident that a day would come where he’d hear the sound of your laughter mixed in with his son’s, and when you’d look up at him, it wouldn’t disappear.

He knew you’d probably scream at him in the morning and probably hurl it at him, but that didn’t stop Rafe from slipping the heavy ring onto your finger. It looked like it belonged, and Rafe brushed his finger over the solitaire. It wouldn’t be tomorrow, and it probably wouldn’t even be next year, but a day would come where you wouldn’t take this ring off, and while that day couldn’t come fast enough…

Rafe loved you just enough to wait.

Fin.

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Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: TVD/TO

Summary: Kol meets Davina and finally seems serious about someone, so his best friend convinces herself to finally let go of her secret crush. But when Kol gets jealous of her paying attention to another guy, what once seemed settled might not actually be finished.

Word Count: 3,092

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Title is lightly inspired by the Dua Lipa song, although the fic doesn't totally fit it.

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I tried not to scowl as I watched Kol from the second level of the Mikaelson compound. He was down on the dancefloor, in the middle of the latest party he and his family had decided to throw. I knew Nik or Elijah had some ulterior motive for hosting, but I hadn't cared because this time, I'd had my own ulterior motive. I'd put on my absolute best outfit and made sure I looked like a knockout, all so I could finally tell Kol Mikaelson, my longtime friend and crush, how I really felt about him.

And now, before I could, he was standing at the edge of the dancefloor trying to make a move on Davina Claire.

I should've known. Kol and I had been friends for a long time, and despite pretty regular flirty moments between us, he'd never taken any steps to make us something more serious. Instead, he flirted with, hooked up with, and even dated whatever mortal he'd most recently fallen for while I stood by pretending not to get my heart broken.

This time, I was done with it. For good.

I set my jaw and squinted, refusing to let the tears fall as I turned from the balcony. I almost made it into a hallway off the Mikaelson compound where I could disappear from everything, but of course, I couldn't quite get that lucky.

"He's a bloody idiot, you know."

Rebekah Mikaelson, my best friend in the world, stood before me with her hands on her hips, blocking my exit.

"Rebekah-"

"I'd love to have you for a sister-in-law, but you deserve better than one of my idiot brothers. As a boyfriend and as a friend."

"Bex, I don't want to hear it right now."

The sympathy on her face almost killed me, but she stepped aside. I thought that would be it, but then she called out to me just before I could turn the corner and escape this whole mess.

"Mourn all you like tonight, but tomorrow we're going out! There are plenty of men in this city to help you forget all about Kol!"

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Rebekah gave me exactly one day before she started hounding me about going out on the town to forget her "idiot brother". And honestly, I might've ignored her, except for the fact that Kol spent the entire day after the ball with Davina.

I'd always known he was a flirt, but this time, he actually seemed to mean it. So I gave him more space than usual, for my sake as much as his, and spent more time wih Rebekah. We baked and went on walks, and after a while, I stopped shooting her down when she tried to drag me to bars. Kol kept hanging out with Davina, but slowly, seeing them together was starting to hurt a little less. I always thought if he found a girl to get serious about, it would be me. And a tiny little part of my heart still tore to shreds when I saw how wrong I'd been. But unlike those first few days, the heartbreak wasn't eating me alive anymore.

Which is how I ended up out at a bar with the entire Mikaelson family, dancing my heart out on the dancefloor without a second thought for whether Kol would join me.

We'd first started a montly tradition of the firve of us going out and just having fun a few years ago, and despite various dramas and the siblings scattering to the winds, we'd more or less managed to keep it up. We always picked a place a few hours from where any of us were living and planned to stay the night, so we could well and truly forget everything but having a good time together. Normally, I spent the night orbiting Kol, to the point that Nik usually had a field day giving me shit about it. Tonight had been a little different.

I'd joined Nik in dragging Elijah out of the house, gone with Rebekah to order all of us some truly strange, fun cocktails, and danced the night away on the dancefloor with all of them, without my mind or gaze constantly circling back to Kol. He didn't seem to even notice the shift, and I was surprised to find that it didn't really bother me. Kol was a good friend, after all, and with a little more time to process, maybe we'd even be better off.

"Hey!" Rebekah shouted into my ear, still barley making herself heard over the music around us. We'd been here for hours, but none of us showed any signs of slowing down just yet. "That guy at the bar has been staring at you all night!"

I turned to follow her gaze and found a handsome guy looking back. He smiled, a little sheepish, and I returned the gesture before whipping around to Rebekah.

"Why are you so fixated on setting me up with somebody?"

"Because it's fun! And I haven't got to do it once in all the time I've known you because you've been so hung up on Kol. So come on, let me have my fun!"

I made a face. I wasn't sure I wanted to take a chance on the random person Rebekah had found, regardless of me finally being over Kol. She huffed, then leaned in to speak in my ear again.

"Just trust me! I compelled him and asked him some questions, and he seems like someone you'd get along quite well with!"

I closed my eyes. "You compelled him, Rebekah? Seriously?"

"Well how else was I supposed to make sure he wasn't some sleezy werewolf or something? Go on, just talk to him!"

"Fine! Fine, but it's still our Mikaelson Family Fun Day, so I'm just going to talk."

"That's fine with me! Although I promise not to judge you if you don't come back to the room tonight-"

I picked up the nearest thing I could find (a stack of napkins) and hucked it at her, which she easily dodged. I did my best to ignore her laughing behind me as I headed for the bar.

The guy smiled as I approached him, and I smiled back. I headed for an open spot standing next to him at the bar, and he started speaking as soon as I came within hearing range.

"Hey! I've been hoping you'd come over and say hi all night."

I smiled. "Why didn't you come over and say hi yourself?"

"Didn't want to interrupt you and your friends if you didn't want to be bothered," he said with a shrug. "Although, that girl Rebekah tried awfully hard to get me to come over once or twice."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, Rebekah loves nothing more than meddling, especially in my life." I paused. "I'm glad she convinced me to come over and talk to you though."

"So am I! I-"

He broke off at the same time as I felt someone slide up to the bar behind me, chest almost pressed into my back. I started to turn around to tell whoever it was to back off, but a familiar voice spoke up before I could.

"Why don't you go find someone else to bother, mate?" said Kol, his tone laced with the slightest undercurrent of a threat. Apparently, he'd decided to make sure he got what he wanted, because a moment later the guy whose name I hadn't even been able to get yet turned on his heel and walked away.

I rounded on Kol with a furious scowl, but he just grinned back at me, still very close and in my personal space. Normally, the proximity would've left me with butterflies, but right now all I felt was anger growing in the pit of my stomach.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, an edge to my voice that I'd really never directed at Kol before. His eyebrows shot up, but otherwise, he didn't seem bothered.

"I was getting rid of that creep who was bothering you. Come on, darling, I thought you'd be thanking me-"

"Thanking you? Kol, he clearly wasn't bothering me! I came up to him, for God's sake!"

"Well I'm sorry, it just looked like you might want me to step in-"

"How? How did it look like that, Kol?"

My voice was getting louder now, enough that a few people were starting to take notice, but I didn't care. I was furious at my so-called friend and he was going to hear about it.

Kol cleared his throat. "Love, maybe we should take this somewhere else-"

"Knock it off with the pet names! Kol seriously, what the fu-"

In a split second, the bar disappeared around me. Instead, I found myself thrown over Kol's shoulder as he vampire-sped out of the bar. When we finally stopped, it was just inside the front door of the house we'd all rented, with Kol's back to me as he closed the front door.

I took my opening and hurled the nearest pillow at his head. It hit its target dead on, and I got halfway through picking up another one when Kol used his vamp speed to close the distance between us and grab my wrist.

"Hey! Knock it off, alright? What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? Are you kidding me Kol?" I wasn't sure whether I wanted to laugh, cry, scream, or all three, but I focused on the screaming part as I faced a bewildered Kol. "You absolute hypocrite, how dare you pull me out of that bar, and how dare youstep into my conversation like that!"

"What? Is this seriously all about me scaring off that one guy? You hardley knew him!"

"Obviously it's not completely about him, although that move still sucked, Kol! It's about you thinking you have some right to barge into my life and scare off a guy who might be interested in me! Because that's what it was, right? There's no way you thought I wanted him gone, so you did all this because you wanted him gone, right?"

"...I- I guess I didn't really like seeing him with you, but-"

"But nothing! Kol, we've had just a kind of flirty friendship forever. And whenever it seemed like we might be heading into something else, you were always the one to bail out. And last month, when you found Davina and got serious about someone else, it ripped my heart out. But I forced myself to take some time and get over it! Because that's your choice, and I care about you regardless of if you want to date me. But Kol, you have been clearly, specifically going after Davina lately. Which means you have absolutely no right to come tell some guy at the bar to back off when he's flirting with me."

"Darling, come on-"

I held up a hand to cut Kol off. The storm of emotions had finally started calming, hardening into something more manageable. I'd let myself struggle in this relationship without ever having an up front conversation for far too long. We were going to set some boundaries and have it all out, whether or not Kol wanted to. I was done with the rollercoaster ride.

"Kol, I know you call a lot of people 'darling', but if you want to stay friends with me then I'm going to need you to stop calling me that."

Kol just stared at me for a few moments, blinking and apparently processing everything I'd just said. His eyebrows knit together and he looked seriously distressed, but I refused to back down. After a moment, he took a half step towards me, his hand reaching out slightly towards my own.

"...And what if I don't think I want to be friends anymore, darling?"

I scoffed, another overwhelming wave of anger rising up and over me. I shook my head and turned around, walking a few steps away and hoping the space would help me cool down.

"You better not be flirting with me right now, Mikaelson, after everything I just said and everything you've been up to with Davina lately."

"Davina and I aren't together, love. We went on a few dates after Nik's little party, but we've hardly seen each other since then, and I don't intend to keep anything going. You might have noticed, but you started avoiding me after the ball and I had no idea why."

I turned to face Kol at last, scanning his face for any hint of something that might help me make up my mind on how to feel about all this. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile, and I scowled.

"I wish you'd said something earlier about this little crush of yours, honestly. I didn't think I had a shot in hell with you. It would've saved us both some time."

I shook my head, slowly at first and then much much faster. Before I completely realized what I was doing, I crossed the room and smacked Kol in the chest. He was one of the oldest vamipres to ever live, so it didn't have much of an impact on him, but it definitely made me feel better.

"Kol Mikaelson, you jackass! You do not get to use this as an excuse to confess feelings for me!"

He laughed, holding up his hands and clearly fighting a beaming smile. I slowly tapered off my assault, instead opting for crossing my arms and absolutely fuming at him.

"Seriously, Kol, this isn't funny. I show interest in someone else for the first time in our friendship, and all of a sudden you're dropping everything to come and confess feelings for me? You get why I don't feel like that's completely sincere, right?"

Kol sighed, the smile finally falling off his face. He moved to close the distance between us again, and this time, I let him.

"I'm sorry. I'm not joking because it's a joke to me, I promise. I've had feelings for you as long as I've known you, darling, but I didn't think I had a chance with you. And you've been important to everyone in our family for just about as long as we've known you. If I made things complicated, or made you want to stop spending time with all of us, my siblings would've literally killed me."

I snorted, looking down so Kol wouldn't see me fighting a smile off my face. No matter what, Kol always seemed able to make me smile when I least wanted to. Normally, it was one of my favorite things about him.

"What can I do, hm? What can I do to prove I mean what I'm saying?"

I sighed, crossing my arms and at last looking up at Kol. With wide eyes and no hint of the sardonic smile I knew so well, he looked more serious than I'd ever seen him before.

"...If you're really sure about this, Kol, that you really mean this...?"

"I do. Darling, I swear I do. I promise you, I won't waste the chance if you give me one."

"Okay, then prove it. I've never seen you go more than a week without flirting with some human, witch, vampire, werewolf, or whatever other sentient beings we come across. Make it a month, and maybe I'll believe what you said about being serious about this."

"...And will we be dating for that month?"

Slowly, I shook my head. "No. I want to, Kol, and I want that to be where this goes, but... I need to see that this is real first. I want to believe it is, so badly, but after centuries of meaningless flirting and dancing around each other without a conversation, of seeing you have flings every chance you get and watching each one of those burn out... I can't just take it on faith."

Kol sighed, glancing down at the ground before meeting my eyes again. He didn't say anything, just closed the little remaining distance between us as he brought his arms up to circle my waist. He pulled me to him, leaning down with a glance at my lips, and I didn't stop him as he pulled me into a kiss.

Fireworks exploded in my chest. My knees went a little week as I leaned further into Kol, resting my hands on his shoulders. After a few long moments, just as my common sense started returning to tell me what a mistake this was, Kol pulled back with a grin.

"Sorry, darling. But I couldn't wait a month to do that."

I snorted and shook my head, stepping carefully out of Kol's grip. He watched my every move with a smile, and my heart did a backflip when he licked his lips. I told my heart to calm the hell down.

"I... certainly didn't mind the potential preview," I admitted.

Kol laughed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at me.

"This is going be the longest month of my life... but if that's what it'll take, I'll make it through. I know it'll be worth it, especially now."

I rolled my eyes, but this time, I couldn't quite keep a smile off my face. Finally, my heart started returning to a normal pace, and I managed to meet Kol's eyes again without having a cardiac event.

"Alrlight, so... what do we do now? I don't know about you, but I don't particularly want to go back to the bar."

"Is that a joke, darling?" He raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shook my head. His mouth dropped open like he couldn't believe I was serious. "I may not get to do the activity I most want to do right now for another month, but I did just get my best friend back after extensive radio silence. We have so many episodes of our favorite shows to catch up on!"

"...You didn't watch them without me?"

"Of course not! Did you watch them without me?"

"Of course not!"

"Well then, there you have it! That's our evening. You make the popcorn, I'll turn on the tv."

I laughed as Kol turned on his heel, getting immediately to work. I still wanted to wait the month I'd made him promise; I still wasn't confident his romantic affections wouldn't wander. But despite all that, a massive weight lifted off my chest as I headed into the kitchen for snacks. I had my best friend back, and finally, after a ridiculous amount of waiting and dancing around each other and poor communication, we were actually getting a shot at our happy ending.

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[eringetter]

Smoky Confidence

Stardew Valley Sebastian x first person fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

cw: cannabis usage, unprotected sex, I think two curse words

author’s note: This is from a dream I had a while back and couldn’t not write it down.

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I had just moved to Stardew Valley. My first Summer had come to an end, and I was crushing on Sebastian. Hard.

I was friends with Maru, his half-sister, who knew of my crush and always tried to encourage me to just say something to him. She had gotten the conversation started a few times, but both of us were too awkward and shy to really talk too much. She tried to make me feel better, saying that she thought he had a crush on me, too, but I didn’t believe her. Otherwise, why would every attempt at a conversation end the way it did?

It was the first cool day of Autumn, so Maru had planned for some friends to meet at the Stardrop that afternoon for a coffee get together. Leah and Penny were there, and we were all having fun until I saw Seb walk in with Sam and Abby. All interest in anything happening at my table was gone. Penny asked if I was okay, and Maru, noticing where my attention was, casually mentioned my crush.

“Don’t you ever talk to him when you’re over there?” Leah asked.

“I… can’t,” I blushed.

“You try getting the two shiest people in town to talk!” Maru laughed.

Our small party continued around me, even though I couldn’t take my eyes off of the tall boy with black hair back in the corner of the pub. Leah excused herself eventually, and Penny whispered something to Maru before doing the same. As we gathered our things to head out, Maru invited me to dinner at her house with her family. My face felt hotter at the suggestion, but I finally agreed.

“Hey, Seb!” she called on our way out the door. “Don’t be late tonight!”

Sebastian waved his hand her way to acknowledge her, and his eye briefly caught mine. I felt my heart catch, and decided to run home for a change of clothes first.

Once I made it to the home of the carpenter’s family, I found Maru outside on her patio waiting for me.

“Perfect timing!” she beamed. “Seb just got home a few minutes ago.”

I laughed nervously. “Okay…”

“You can’t go all night and not say a word to him. It’s painful to watch you two pine for each other.”

I scoffed. “He barely knows I exist.”

“Then why did his face turn redder than Gus’ pasta sauce when I told him you were coming tonight?”

I couldn’t fight the smile that took over my face. “Really?”

Maru giggled. “Mom’s in the kitchen making dinner. I convinced Dad to help her. If you were to go in the front and slip down the stairs, you could hang out with him a little.”

I froze. “I don’t know if I could,” I replied, feeling my fear coming back.

“Oh, come on,” she insisted, grabbing my arm to lead me around the front of the house.

“Your parents are expecting me though.” I tried to think of an excuse.

“I’ll tell them you had to ask Seb a computer question.” There was no shaking her.

We quietly made our way through the front door and down the basement stairs without so much as a creaky floor board, a testament to Robin’s skill.

Maru rapped her knuckles on the door. “Hey, Seb?”

There was a light thud followed by the sound of something spraying. “Hold on!” he called from the other side. The door opened slightly. “What do you need?” he asked, again catching my eye. I saw pink flush his cheeks before we both looked away.

“She has a question about—God, Sebastian. Smoking before dinner?” Maru waved her hand around to clear a cloud of smoke and air freshener as she entered the room, pulling me in behind her.

“Sorry,” he shrugged.

Maru covered her nose once entering. “I’m going to get some air so I don’t catch a contact high. I’ll leave you to it,” she shot me a smile on her way out.

Unable to think of anything to say, I pleaded for her to stay with my eyes wide and mouth agape. She closed the door behind her.

Sebastian and I stood in silence for a few moments. I swallowed hard, trying to find something to talk about.

“So, you had a question?” Sebastian asked me. His voice was rich and deep. I often imagined him to have a smooth singing voice, and wondered if he ever sang any of the songs in Sam’s band.

My mind raced for something to ask him about computers, eyes darting around the room frantically before they fell on the ash tray. He noticed where I was looking.

“Sorry,” he apologized again, taking a step to put the joint out.

“No—it’s okay,” I said. “I don’t mind.”

“You smoke?” he asked, offering it to me.

“I’ve had some… baked goods… before,” I laughed nervously.

He smiled. “Cool.”

His hand was still stretched out.

“Why not?” I said, hoping it would help me relax. It was supposed to work quicker than edibles anyway, and I could use that at a time like this.

He sat down on his couch, and offered me a place next to him. I sat and took a drag, coughing instantly.

“Whoa, easy,” he said.

“That doesn’t happen with brownies,” I laughed, handing the joint back.

He laughed as well, “I guess it doesn’t.”

His laugh was so beautiful, I thought my heart would melt and leave me for dead right there. Trying to regain my composure, if I ever had any, I looked around the room again. My eyes settled on a stack of games in the corner.

“You play?” Seb asked.

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Not that I don’t want to. I just never had any friends back in my old town who liked those kinds of games,” I added quickly.

“‘Nerd games’?” he grinned.

“That’s what they’d call them. I never had the heart to say I actually wanted to play. So I mainly did online gaming, where I could play alone or with people who didn’t know me.”

He perked up. “You still play anything?”

“I wanted to, but I can’t seem to get my computer hooked up to anything on the farm. I think I’m too far out.” I realized that was my opening. “I… Maru said you’re good with computers. Maybe you could help me out sometime?”

“Yeah,” he said taking another drag. “I can look at it. I have some old parts lying around that I may be able to use to get a stronger signal out your way.”

“That’d be great!” I beamed. I cleared my throat and tried not to look too eager. The weed was doing its job, and I definitely felt more relaxed talking to him now. “So what do you do anyway?” I motioned to his set up.

“A little bit of everything,” he said, standing up.

I followed him to his corner where he had his computer set up. All kinds of gadgets were in a pile off to the side.

“I do programming for people, mostly. I also build websites and PCs occasionally.” He pulled up a screen filled with code. “I know it doesn’t look like much to other people…” he trailed off.

“No, I think it’s amazing that you can do all of that. You must be insanely smart.”

He blushed. Noticing I didn’t have a place to sit, he reached by me to pull over a stool, bushing my leg in the process. “Sorry,” he blushed again.

“You’re fine,” I said, taking the seat next to him. “Show me some more.”

He seemed surprised that someone took an interest in his work because it took him a moment to respond. “Uh, sure. Here’s one I’m working on now. This guy’s starting a small business and needs systems to keep track of everything from inventory to employees’ hours.” He clicked through a few windows before typing. “So, for example, if I type in this line of text…”

Suddenly, he stopped typing and sat frozen in his chair.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

His face got red again, and I realized that I began leaning on his chair arm at some point, and our arms were pressed together.

“Oh!” I jumped back. It was my turn to apologize. “I didn’t mean—“

“No, it’s… okay,” he smiled softly.

The time seemed to stretch as we sat there smiling at each other like two fools. I was grateful that my high was keeping me from panicking and running away, but still completely unable to break the silence around us. I opened my mouth, hoping something would just come out when his lips were suddenly on mine.

He pulled away just as suddenly. “Oh, my god…” he said in disbelief of himself.

“Wow,” was all that came out of me.

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” I laughed. “I have had the biggest crush on you since I first saw you!” My hands clasped over my mouth. I was very aware that my heart was thumping loudly. What had I said?

“Really?” The biggest smile I’ve ever seen caressed his face. He nervously rubbed his neck. “So have I. On you, I mean.”

It took all I had not to burst into tears of joy. I couldn’t believe Maru was right. My mind was racing with ways to thank her without making it weird when I felt Sebastian’s hand around my waist, pulling me into his lap. His lips were back on me, and I eagerly returned them. My hands ran through his dyed hair as he pulled my knees up to straddle him on the chair. Once as close as we could get to each other, his hands latched onto my hips, squeezing as though he thought I would disappear any moment. Suddenly sharing his feelings, I sucked on his bottom lip. I felt his tongue brush against my mouth, and I welcomed it in. The taste of the sweet smoke was still on his breath, and I breathed him in deep.

I felt his fingers reaching for the hem of my hoodie when a knock on the door yanked us back from our bliss.

“Sebby!” his mom called from the other side of the door.

Panicking, I slid off his lap and ducked under the desk at his feet.

“Uhm… yeah, Mom?” Sebastian replied nervously.

I heard the door open, and I crouched lower.

“Hey, Maru told me her friend was coming over for dinner tonight,” Robin said.

“Oh?” Sebastian moved his chair in a little further.

“She said she was down here with you?”

“Oh!” He finally understood the situation. “She’s uh, just in… the bathroom.” I saw him point across the room where I assumed he had a private bathroom.

“Oh, well, when she gets out, can you send her up? I want to make sure her home is ready for winter. It gets cold here in the Valley.”

“I’ll do that.”

She took a step away, and I thought we were in the clear. “Are you still on that computer this late?”

“Umm…” Sebastian looked at his computer and pretended to return to typing. “Yeah, the client moved up the deadline, so I’m putting in extra hours.”

“You’ve been on there so much lately. Why don’t you spend more time with your friends instead of cooped up all day?”

“Mom, I just got home from seeing them for lunch.”

“And now you’re working while you have a visitor.”

“I said she’s in the bathroom!”

“And you still can’t take…” She went silent. “She’s been in there a while. Is she okay?”

Sebastian’s pale face lighten a bit more. “Um…”

I started miming to him from under the desk, catching his attention.

“She’s uh… washing her face…” he said slowly.

“Why?”

“I didn’t ask.” He tried to cut off any more questions. “Mom—when she’s out, I’ll let her know you want to see her. But please, I really need to get this done.”

Robin sighed and crossed back to the door. “Alright. Please don’t work too late, Seb.”

“I won’t,” he told her as the door closed. His shoulders slumped forward as he exhaled. “Holy shit,” he sighed down at me.

I climbed out from under the desk and stood in front of him.

“Why did you say washing your face?” he asked me.

“It was the only thing I could think of that sounded normal.” I rubbed my head. “I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have…”

“No,” he stood up. I’d never looked at how tall he was until he was right in front of me. I gazed up into his dark chestnut eyes. “It was my fault. But I liked it,” he offered.

“So did I,” I admitted.

“Do you maybe wanna stay a little longer?” he whispered with a half-smile.

“Kinda,” I nodded.

He motioned me towards the bed as he slipped by to lock the door. “Can’t have her walking in again.”

We sat on the bed next to each other, both remembering how awkward our sober selves are. Laughing it off together, he pulled my face close to his. We kissed as we inched further back on his bed. He laid down next to me, cupping my face in his hands. My tongue found its way back inside his mouth, desperate to pick up where we left off. His hand started to trail down my chest, lightly grazing my breast as he made his way back to the hem of my hoodie once more. I broke the kiss, pulling a soft groan from him in the process. Propping myself up, I slipped the sweater over my head. My shirt had clung to it and came half off with it.

“Hell with it,” I whispered as I threw off my shirt too.

Sebastian stared for a minute as I now lay in front of him in my bra. Barely audible, I heard him whisper “yes” and he returned to kissing me.

His hands now explored new grounds. I felt him pause as he neared my breast again, so I gently moved his hand there for him. Waiting for that permission, he gave it a firm squeeze. I hummed in approval. His kisses traveled down my jaw and neck, reaching my chest. I rolled flat on my back for him. Kissing me through my bra, he finally looked up, thumbing one of the straps.

“May I?” he asked politely.

I grinned at how shy he still was, fighting himself to do what he desired. It made me feel better about feeling the same. I nodded at him. “Please,” I answer, lifting my back so he can reach the hooks.

As he unhooked my bra, he kissed me two more times with a quick, “Thank you,” causing me to smile harder.

His mouth closed over one of my nipples while his hand caressed the other. I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling of finally being with Sebastian after months of thinking he didn’t know I existed. He sat up and removed his own hoodie and shirt in one quick movement, tossing them to the floor.

“Wow,” I remarked, taking him in.

“What?” he asked self-consciously. “Pale?”

“No,” I laughed. “Hot.”

He blushed again before situating himself between my legs. Our bare torsos were hot against each other. I ran my hands along his side and back, feeling every inch of him. His black hair fell like a curtain against my face, softly tickling my cheek.

“Seb!” Robin called from the stairs.

We both sat upright.

“Kind of busy!” he yelled back. “I am so sorry,” he mouthed to me.

“Dinner is ready. Is she still here?”

“I am,” I call out.

“Are you okay?” she asked with a hint of concern.

“Fine. Allergies,” I blurted out.

“Allergies?”

“Im not used to the mountain yet, I guess.” I tried to keep my voice steady. “I took an antihistamine, and I’m… lying down for a minute.”

“Okay. I hope you feel better,” Robin replied.

“Actually, Mom?” Sebastian added. “Go ahead and eat without us. Once I’m done… working, I’m going to take her out for dinner.”

“That’s nice of you, Sebby!” she called though.

Sebastian looked down with embarrassment. “Yep…” He begged silently, “Please leave now.”

We waited a moment more after her footsteps disappeared.

“This is why I lock the door,” he stated.

“It’s okay, really,” I insisted.

“I mean it, though. I’d like to take you out. I know we only have the one place, but we could go into the city if you want.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know the city too well.”

“I’ll show you around, then,” he offered with a hint of confidence. “Do you think…” he considered for a minute. “Do you think I could be your boyfriend?”

“After all this? I sure hope so.” We laughed.

He leaned forward to kiss me again. “Should we continue, or is it ruined for good this time?” he asked.

Sitting against him as I was, I could feel how hard he was in his jeans. “I think I’d like to continue,” I whispered against his lips.

We kicked off our shoes and socks, and his hands flew to my belt. He slowly slid off my remaining layers, saving it all to memory. Any fear I had of how I looked naked washed away when Sebastian looked over me with adoration. He seemed hesitant to remove his own jeans, but finally sat bare in front of me.

Lying on top of me to kiss me again, he reached to touch me, letting his fingers feather over my folds. As he placed kisses on my neck, I opened my legs further to allow him access. I felt two slender fingers dip in and swirl my opening, pulling the wetness from inside. He pulled back up, circling my clit before going back down to repeat the motion. His fingers slowly slid all the way inside of me as he nuzzled into my neck.

“Are you sure?” he asked dreamily.

“I’m sure,” I told him, kissing his hair.

He pulled his fingers out and placed them in his mouth, sucking my juices off with an “mmm.” He moved to line himself up, and I took in the sight of his penis, long and pale as he was, with the tip matching the color of his cheeks when he blushed. There was precum beading at the tip of it, which he swirled along his head and shaft before moving it to my entrance. Slowly, he thrusted in. I shuddered from the sensation of him raking along all the right places. He gripped my waist, keeping a steady pace, the sounds of my wetness slowly being drowned out by the sound of his hips hitting my thighs.

The sight of him before me, fucking me in the dim corner of his room was too much. “Seb… I think I’m… oh—“

Warmth gushed out of me and dripped down his cock. He froze and stared at me.

“I didn’t mean to…” I started to apologize.

“Can you do that again?” he cut me off.

He leaned down to cover me with his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He moaned as he started to thrust with even more passion than before, sucking my neck and mumbling praises to me.

“You’re too good, Sebastian,” I called back to him. “You just feel so good.”

He reached his hand between our bodies and started to rub my clit with purpose. He locked his mouth onto mine as our tongues snaked around each other. I moved my legs more, allowing him maximum penetration. A few more thrusts and I felt myself start to come undone. I moaned into his mouth as I came. His hips stuttered at the feeling of me tightening around him, and he pumped me full of his hot cum.

He laid on my chest, rubbing my sides and I lazily played with his hair, both of us still panting. After a moment, he raised his head to peer into my eyes.

“I think I saw Yoba,” I laughed.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he said with a straight face.

“W—what?”

Sebastian sat up, staying inside of me. He moved closer to my face. “I think I’m in love with you,” he repeated.

“Are you still high?” I asked him.

“No. Not the least bit,” he assured as he kissed me.

[nycbaby21]

"So what if I was?"

prompt: “Aww. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were worried about me. + “So what if I was?” 

word count:2,139

warnings: blood, maybe two cuss words

“C’mon it’ll be fun y/n,” Liana begged me. “I’ll get on my hands and knees,” she added going down when I grabbed her shoulders and stopped her. “No it’s okay no need for all of that,” I laugh,” I’ll go. Just because I love you.” Everyone laughed and grabbed their skates and headed for the door. That was the thing about when Mat came back home for a visit, he was never alone. Someone always came with him, whether that be a girl or one of his teammates. Luckily for me this time it was the latter.

“Okay so how are we gonna do this,” Tito asked sitting down lacing up his skates. As I sat beside him on the bench right next to the frozen lake, I began to tie my own skates up. “Obvisouly the two of you can’t be on a team that’s unfair,” my best friend pointed out to her brother and his friend. “So it’s a lose-lose situation,” Mat groans stepping onto the oce. “What do you mean by that,” i snap back already sick of the constant attitude he had since he came home three days ago.

“Oh c’mon. You’re a smart girl, or is that just a front so you can go off and party your way through college,” Mat smirks throwing yet another dig my direction. We didn’t always have such a draining relationship. Once upon a time I considered Mat a friend, not just because I was best friends with his sister but we were friends. Something changed and as sad as it was to realize him stepping away and being cold towards me just made me realize something I had tried to push away for so long. I had feelings for Mat and everytime he has a smart remark or a comment about me it breaks my heart just a little more.

“Some of us actually care about an education rather than trying to get by on our pretty looks,” I quip back stepping onto the ice and doing a small turn. “You think I’m pretty,” he smirekd my way and I wanted nothing more than to swipe that smug look off of his gorgeous face. “How about you and Beau goof around while we skate for a bit,” Lia suggested. I knew that she missed her brother and playing hockey with him. I took and deep breath and then let it out. “No Li you play around with them for a little. I’m a big girl I’ll be fine skating by myself,” i smile at her and watch her face brighten. “Are you sure,” she asked and when I nodded she launched forward pulling us both down as she hugged me.

After some time I was growing bored so the same small circles so I started to do some spins and tricks, remembering some of the small details from ice skating lessons years ago. As I did a jump and turn I didn’t stick it and fell on my butt. Sighing I get up and dust off the ice. “Wow that was just sad,” I hear Mat shout from across the lake. I flip him off and try the jump again this time going harder. I landed it perfectly but with just a little too much force and the hit started to crack. I froze not knowing what to do. My eyes snapped up to meet the other three. They could all sense something wrong and they were a distance away. Mat slowly skated my way, Tito and Lia behind him. He was the closest to me so he would het there first. 

“Hey look at me okay.”You’re gonna be fine,” his voice was calming and I nodded shifting my weight and hearing the crack get louder. I look down and start to wobble. “Hey no, look at me okay? You can’t look down,” I met his eyes and didn’t break my focus on them. He carefully made his way closer to me and surveyed his surrounding looking for the best way to get me out of this mess. He didn’t have anytime to think because the ice gave way. I tensed up waiting for the freezing lake water to surround me but the only thing i felt was a warm body colliding with mine and us both falling onto the ground a few feet away from the hole in the ice. 

“Shit,” Mat hissed out and I looked up feeling a dull ache in my head from moving ti too fast. I realized that my forehead made contact with his nose on the way down and it was know bleeding. “Oh my gosh. Mat I am so so sorry. Are you okay,” I ask pulling some tissue from my pocket and applying pressure to his nose to stop the bleeding.

“Aw. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you were worried about me,” he says forcing a laugh. I roll my eyes and hold the napkin onto his nose to try and stop the bleeding. I look down at him scanning his face for any other injuries, finally meeting his brown eyes. His forehead crinkles and he takes in my scared expression.

“So what if I was,” I whisper scared if I spoke any louder he would laugh at me or run for the hills. His hand came up and held the wrist of the arm helping stop his nose bleeding. He pulls my arm away from his face and goes to open his mouth when we are interrupted. “Oh my gosh Mat are you okay,” Tito asked rushing towards us quickly taking my place and observing Mat. 

I step back and notice a group has gathered around us checking on the hockey player. As I move to make my way back to the house, I turn around and notice Mat’s eyes still on me. I feel a hand on my forearm and run to see Liana standing next to me. She gave me a sad smile. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and into something warmer okay,” she says sweetly leading me inside. 

“How long,” her voice breaks me out of my trance and I snap my head towards her. “What,” I was shivering, not sure if it was from the cold or her question. “C’mon y/n. We’ve been best friends forever, I know you better than anyone else. And you know me better than anyone else right,” she asked waiting for me to respond. I nodded my head and pulled a sweatshirt over my head. I joined her on the couch and she tossed her blanket over to cover us both.

“So I know when you are upset and more so when you are hiding something,” her eyes give me a once over and I sigh knowing she is right. “A little over a year now,” I respond turning my head and not making eye contact. Of course, I knew what she was asking. She wasn’t dumb by any means and she was my best friend of course she could read my emotions better than anyone else. “You’ve liked my brother for that long now and never said anything,” she asked pity creeping its way onto her face. “Yep. It’s sad I know,” I sniffle fighting back the tears threatening to spill. I feel her presence and then arms wrapping around me. 

“Oh, sweetie no. It is nowhere near sad,” she reassures me, hands running up and down my arms comforting me. “It is though. He has never seen me that way and he never will. Especially now that he is on the Islanders. He could have any model he wanted. Why would he pick me,” I cry finally letting all of the emotions I have had stored up for the past year out. “ No model holds a candle to you, babe. You are the most compassionate, generous, and understanding person I know. You have always had this glow around you and make anyone feel so seen and understood. Plus you are like smoking hot,” she says making me stop crying and laugh. “Thanks, Li,” I snort laughing and she joins in.

When everyone finally made their way back inside Mama Barzal helped Mat get settled in bed and finished up dinner. We all sat around the table and ate our soup trying to warm ourselves up from the exciting outdoor hockey game we held. Slowly one by one everyone finished and started to head to the living room for game night. I stayed behind to help clean up. “Hey, sweet girl. Would you mind taking this up to Mat? I need to finish this up and you don’t have to help me clean,” she smiles over at me, knowing I can’t say no to the woman who became like another mom to me many years ago. 

“Of course I will,” I smile trying to hide the panic in my voice. I grabbed a bowl of the soup and put it on the bed tray along with a spoon. I carefully made my way upstairs and to his door. As I tried to steady my breathing and calm my shaking hands the door opened. “Oh shit y/n/n, I didn’t see you there,” Tito laughed moving over to the side and opening the door wider for me to come in. I slowly made my way into the room. I hadn’t seen the inside of Mat’s room since Li and I were like 17 sneaking out of his window because it was easier than using hers.

My eyes landed on the bed and then on Mat. His nose was bruised but the bleeding had stopped. He lay there in bed black compression shirt on under the covers. “Your mom asked me to bring you this,” I say quietly putting the tray on the bedside table and turning to walk out of the room. He reaches out and grabs my hand pulling me backwards and to him. “I’m gonna go see if Mama B needs any help,” Tito says excusing himself. Mat laughed,” Real subtle buddy.” My eyes drift down toward our connected hands. “Will you sit please,” he asked his voice shaking.

“Are you okay,” I ask sitting near the edge of the bed never once pulling my hand from his. “Physically yeah. My nose isn’t broken or anything just bruised up pretty good. Mentally not so much,” he sighs looking down at our hands, his thumb rubbing circles on mine. “Why aren’t you okay mentally,” I ask finding his eyes with my own. “Because I am an idiot. All of these years I never noticed. The one thing I was trying to find was here the whole time,” his voice wavers and he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth, a nervous habit he and his sister share. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I say breaking eye contact and letting my eyes drift around the room until they land on a small picture frame on his dresser. It was of the two of us and Liana after his draft. “You wanna know why I kept that one,” he asked. I turn to look at him and nod. “Because no matter how hard I tried to hate the picture I couldn’t, because you were in it. You with that beautiful smile and those sweet eyes looking at me. I had the biggest crush on you growing up. I guess I just always hoped you felt the same way,” he said his brown eyes scanning my face for any kind of discomfort. “What,” I whisper wondering if I had heard him right.

“You have always been in my life, not always by my choice but you were there. Every good or bad memory you were there. And when I moved out and to the city I didn’t see you as much. So I got upset thinking you were only ever there because of Lia. I don’t know what I was thinking honestly. So whenever you came with them to visit or I came home I was an ass to you because I hurt my own feelings thinking something more.” After his long speech, I couldn’t help but lean forward and capture his lips with mine. It was a sweet short kiss and then when I pulled back he rushed forward grabbing my cheeks and bringing me back into him. I shifted forward and went to run my hands through his hair when he hissed and pulled away in pain.

“Oh my god Mat I am so sorry. I completely forgot about your nose,” I rush out grabbing his face and moving it all different angles to see if I caused any further damage. “So worth it,” he smiled leaning forward and connecting our lips again. 

[lunajay33]

Secrets🕊️

Summary: You’re Sam and Deans sister and have been seeing Castiel behind their back, but what happens when you need to come clean when you find out yours and Castiels time together creates a little surprise

Pairing: Castiel x f!reader Winchester

•Masterlist•

Holding the pregnancy test in my hand felt surreal, if someone told me a few years ago that I’d be back to hunting monsters with my family and pregnant with an angels child I’d think they were crazy, but here I am in another motel bathroom, my brothers in the other room working on a case as I’m having a whirl wind of thoughts over take me

After some time I take a deep breath and put the test in my back pocket coming to terms that this secret Cas and I have kept under wraps needs to come to light, sneaking around always made things between us more fun but we also wanted to be able to just be together without the stress of Dean trying to kill Cas or their disapproval, plus with how many enemies were after Castiel it just felt safer to keep it a secret, a year long secret

I walk out of the bathroom fiddling with my hands sitting on one of the two beds

“Hey you okay kiddo?” Dean always called me that, he always sees me as that little sister who looked up to him when dad was away, which makes me feel even more guilty

“Can I talk to you guys for a moment” they instantly got up from the small motel table in the corner and sat on the bed across from me giving me their full attention

I never thought I’d be scared to tell my brothers something, Sammy was always the sweetest little brother and Dean always tried to protect me like it was his only mission in life

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Sam asked, worry written all over his face

“I’ve been keeping a secret from you guys just please promise me you won’t be disappointed in me” my chest was heavy and my stomach is bubbles of anxiety

“What did you do” Dean groaned but I know he’s just worried

I pulled out the pregnancy test and handed it over they immediately went wide eyed

“Is this real?”

“How the hell did this happen I don’t even ever see you flirt with anyone at bars, you don’t even look to the side of anyone” Dean sighed

“I don’t just go around hooking up”

“Then what? Is this the new Jesus?”

“Yeah about that…….”

“You can’t be serious” Sam said shocked

“What no it’s not immaculate conception, we wanted to wait and ease you both into this, we wanted it to just be the two of us for a bit but now with the pregnancy I can’t not tell you both any longer”

“We? You’ve been seeing someone?” Dean asked confused

“It’s C….” Before I could confess Castiel himself popped into the room making a bee line right to me, not even acknowledging Sam and deans questions as to why he was there, and kneeled infront of me holding my hands that were in my lap

“Y/n you haven’t answer my calls for almost 2 days do you know how worried I’ve been” he stated with those puppy eyes I feel in love with

“I’m sorry I’ve had a lot on my mind, there’s something I need to tell you too” whenever I was with cas it felt like we were in our own little bubble of love, completely forgetting why I was sitting on this bed in the first place

“You can’t be serious, you and Castiel? How long has this been a thing?” Dean said standing up now

“It’s been a year Dean, she is the love of my life, it was meant to be” Cas said matter o factly as he stood

“A year? You’ve been sneaking around for a year? How the hell did we not notice this Sam?” Sam just shrugged his shoulders

“And now you’re pregnant with an angel how is this going to end?”

Of course Dean had to be the one to blurt it out, Castiel turned to me wide eyed looking at my still flat belly no sign of a bump

“You’re with child? With my child?” He asked bewildered as he held my hips

“Are you mad?”

“Of course not, I love you and I’ll love this baby, you’re all my family now” I laid my head against his chest letting his warmth calm me down as he held me

“It’s going to be crazy to get use to but congrats guys” Sam said patting my back

“You better watch over them Cas or I swear to god” Dean groaned as he took a sip of his beer

After 8 and a half months it was time to pop, laying in a hospital bed with Sam and Dean sitting on the couch by my bed anxiously, of all the monsters we’ve fought this seemed to trump them all

“DEAN WHERES CAS?” I scream as another painful contraction courses through me

“I don’t know honey, I’ve been calling and praying” he says panicked as he gets up and dabs a cool cloth against my face

“I’m scared, what if the baby is an angel and it rips me apart, what if Cas can’t save me and I don’t get to say goodbye”

“Hey don’t talk like that you’re going to get through this, you’re a Winchester” Sam said trying to be supportive

A wosh of wings sounds through the room and Castiel is there by my side

“I’m sorry some demons had me I got here as fast as I could”

“It hurts so much, make it stop” I whimper as he presses two of his fingers to my forehead immediately easing my pain

“The child is already stronger than I had hoped”

“What does that mean? Will she be okay?” Dean asked his eye brows pinching together

“I will have to dull its powers until she has given birth” he worked his magic and the pressure lessened before I felt the urge to push

Everything happened so fast, the doctor came rushing in helping guide me as cas kept dulling my senses to get rid of the pain when a cry brought me back to reality

“Congratulations on a beautiful baby girl” the doctor said laying her in my chest before giving us space

Sam Dean and Castiel surrounded my bed all looking at this little bundle of bright life, she opened her eyes and all that emitted was bright white and blue light, like when cas would go supernova

“She’s beautiful, she looks just like you”

“Except for the glowing orbs” Dean stated

“Yes well that will fade over time as she grows but she will still have powers”

“What’s should we name her cas?”

“She looks like a Pam” I couldn’t help but laugh at such a name for a baby

“How about Samantha, and maybe the next one could be after Dean” I smile up at my two brothers who had tears in their eyes

“I think it’s perfect, you’re perfect”

“You did good sis, we’re proud of you”

[skibidisigmameow]

❃ A night to remember

pairing: Kit Tanthalos x reader

warnings: fem!reader, kit is a black cat around everyone but a golden retriever with jade and reader, no use of y/n, 18+ topics but no smut, js kissing, reader has seen Kit a few times but didn’t realise she was the princess before, her mother made her basically never leave the house and work indoors

song: “A night to remember” by beabadoobee and laufey

a/n: it was really fun to write, i hope you’ll enjoy:) if you want to request smh don’t afraid to! english is not my first language but i tried my best to find all the mistakes.

INFO

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“I swear i have seen her before” Kit sighed as she swinged her sword in Jades direction.

“Yeah? So maybe you should go on a adventure, looking for a girl that you slept with in your dream” she replied sarcastically and repelled Kits attack.

“Oh spare me” she put her hands up, signalling end of the training, “i don’t even remember what she looked like” she groaned and put her sword to its scabbard.

“I don’t know, maybe you will see her again in your next dream” she laughed.

Dreams. Kit got many dreams in her life, but none of them could compete with that one she’s got a week ago. She’d never forget about that pretty girl underneath her white sheets, the soft kisses they shared and the night they spent.. she could remember every detail about that dream, the warmth, the scent of the other girl, the things she felt.. yet she still couldn’t remember her face.

·*¨༺❃༻¨*·

After the training Kit went straight to the dining room, where her mother was already waiting for her.

“Where is Airk?” said Sorsha as Kit sat down next to her.

“I’m here mother” Airk showed up before Kit could answer, sitting down next to his sister.

“Good, now if you let me” she said as she stood up, “since you are getting married to the princess of Galladoorn” her gaze turned to Airk “there will be a party in two days, and i expect you two to show up” she announced.

Marrying a person you haven’t even seen before.. Kit gave her brother a look full of compassion. She didn’t even imagine what he must feel right now.

A weird feeling hit her when she noticed a girl talking with an older maid. Strange warmth filled her heart and a blush crept onto her face as she watched her every move.

“Kit?” Sorsha snapped her out of her trance, making Kit look at her.

“Sorry mother, i’m not hungry” she said as she stood up, when her eyes traveled back, the girl was done.

She ran to the older maid “Excuse me, do you know this girl you were talking with?” she asked politely.

What a stupid question.

“Oh, of course! She is my daughter” the old lady smiled “is there something wrong with her?” she asked worriedly.

“Oh no, no! My mother wants her to help with the food and everything at the party” she improvised, a nervous chuckle left her mouth.

The maid gave her a slightly suspicious look, because ber daughter wasn’t even working in the castle but before she could say anything, Kit was already on her way to Jades house.

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“Calm down!” annoyed moan left Jades mouth as she had to listen her best friend ask her about the same thing for the 10th time.

“What do i even do” she cried.

“Make her a bouquet, give her something yours, be creative!” Jade hit Kits shoulder.

“Will you help me?” she looked at her, almost begging for help.

It’s not that Kit was totally clueless about romantic stuff, she was just kinda inexperienced and lost in the feeling. She’s got some little crushes before, but never asked anyone out. She was too scared of rejection, but this time was different.

For the rest of the day Kit and Jade were looking for the perfect bouquet to impress the girl from her dream.

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The next day she was planning everything from the start of the party to the end. But i guess everything went to hell when she saw you in the crowd. The feeling of deja vu hit her when she took a longer look of your face.

Flowered blue dress with green corset made you look in her eyes like some goddess, making her even more nervous.

“She is so attractive” she mumbled into Jades shoulder, hiding her flushed face.

“Go talk to her” she answered.

Kit blew up every chance she got to talk to you, which annoyed Jade even more. She even brought her a drink to help her relax, but it didn’t seem to work. And this is how the past hour passed.

Eventually, Jade got mad and intervened. She dragged Kit to the dance floor, where you were talking with someone and pushed her at you, making it look like an accident.

“Oh i am so sorry! Are you okay?” Kit said, her voice trembling.

“Yeah.. yes i’m okay” you answered quietly.

After a longer moment of awkward silence she asked “Do you want to.. dance with me?” her hand waiting for you to grab it.

You nodded shyly and grabbed her hand, she guided you through the crowd to get more space to dance. Her hands rested on your waist as you slowly wrapped yours around her neck, making her slightly pull you closer.

You two swayed to the music “I feel like this happened before” you said quietly, smiling softly under your nose at how absurdly it sounded.

She wished she could see the smile of yours for the rest of her life.

“Well, it’s happening now” she looked into your eyes.

“Have i seen you before?” you said as you scanned her face.

“You don’t know me?” she asked in slight disbelief.

“Should i?” you replied with a nervous chuckle.

She took your hand again and led you through the hallway of the castle, you followed her without hesitation.

“Are you gonna tell me where are we going or i should start worrying that you want to kill me” you heard her quiet laugh at your words.

While the two of you were walking, a small but meaningful to you conversation started. Just about your hobbies, interests, nothing big but you two seemed like you’ve known each others for years.

After a longer while you could see a big garden with a lot of flowers and a big tree in the middle. It was dark outside so the only source of light came from the windows.

“We shouldn’t be there! The queen’s gonna be mad” you whispered, however she didn’t seem to care.

Kit sat down under the apple tree and signalled you to come closer “You look so pretty” she said as you stood in front of her.

A slight blush decorated your face. You sat down next to Kit, her hand brushing against yours “We are gonna get in trouble” you mumbled.

She sighed and looked you, you could notice her gaze on your lips “That might sound crazy but.. with you i feel like i belong somewhere” she said, looking at the cloudless sky “and i know we don’t really know each other but i would really like to get to know you better”

“Maybe it was meant to be like that” you grabbed her hand and looked at the sky as well, “you didn’t tell me your name” your face turned to hers.

“Kit, Kit Tanthalos” she said hesitantly.

The realisation hit you immediately, you were flirting with the princess! “this is so wrong, i shouldn’t be here” you stood up as fast as you could, but she was faster to grab your hand and keep you in place.

“There is nothing wrong with this! Please.. wait here for a minute, promise me” she said, begging you to stay.

You sighed loudly and sat down under the tree again, she disappeared immediately.

Kit couldn’t believe that she forgot the gift she got you. She was never running this fast, the risk of loosing you from her sight again was too high. She grabbed it quickly and ran back to the garden.

When she got back, you saw her with a big bouquet of jasmines, yellow roses and forget me nots that she was holding. Your mouth slightly opened as you watched her get closer.

“Where did you get that?” she sat next to you and gave you the flowers.

“Save those questions for later, i still have something to give you” she showed you a pretty ring “it’s amazonite” she put it on your ring finger and kissed your hand “i hope it will always remind you of me”

“It will, thank you.. but i don’t have anything to give you” you said, feeling genuinely sad “oh! wait” you said as you took off your necklace “it was my grandmas, it’s ruby stone” you kneeled behind her and put it on, she smiled at your gesture.

“Do you like your gift? It was really hard to get” she laughed under her nose.

“Why are you doing this?” you said quietly, she looked into your eyes again.

“Sometimes, people listen to their hearts and do things that they don’t really know why they are doing” she got closer to you, one of her hands traveled to your cheek.

“I guess they will figure it out” you whispered.

Her lips brushed against yours as you closed your eyes. She laid you down and kissed softly - as if she would hurt you if she kissed harder. You deepened the kiss and put your hand on her neck what gave her more confidence. The kiss got more comfortable as you two got lost in the moment. You could feel her smile between the kisses. Nothing else existed, it felt like you have experienced this before.

Maybe you did, in another universe?

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[hendersister]

dancing in the dark

summary: you run into steve while he's picking up dustin to drive to the snow ball.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: dancing in the dark by bruce springsteen

a/n: this is my first ever steve fic! i hope it doesn't suck 🫣

“Mom! Where did you leave the car keys?” 

You walk into the living room to find your mother watching TV. Her new kitten, Tews, sits comfortably on her lap. Christmas music is playing loudly in the background.

It’s a busy night in the Henderson household. Your little brother, Dustin, is getting ready to go to the Snow Ball at Hawkins Middle. He’s a little anxious but you can tell he’s excited. 

While Dustin is at the dance, you plan on going to the movies with a couple of your friends. Your mom is even letting you borrow her car under one condition - you have to pick up Dustin from the Snow Ball. Luckily, you don’t need to worry about giving Dustin a ride to the dance. He’s already got that covered… 

“In my purse,” she answers, nodding to her bag on the coffee table.

“Thanks!” you smile.

You reach for your mom’s purse and pull out her car keys.

“Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!”

Dustin frantically enters the living room in search of something.

“Where did you see it last?” your mom questions Dustin.

“Right here, where I put it,” he tells her.

“What’s in there that’s so important anyway? You look fabulous, baby,” your mom tries.

“Yeah listen to mom, dork! You look great,” you tease your little brother, ruffling his hair.

“Stop!” Dustin shrieks.

Dustin backs away from you and makes a b-line for the kitchen. You head towards the front door. Before walking out, you grab your coat hanging nearby.

“Don’t forget to pick Dusty up on your way home from the movies,” your mom reminds you.

You shrug, nodding your head. As if you needed the reminder. You’ve been looking after your little brother since the day he was born. After your father left, you took on a lot more responsibilities at home. You practically helped raise Dustin. You two are latch key kids. You used to babysit for Dustin everyday while your mom was working late. You and your brother became really close during that time. Sure, you and Dustin bicker occasionally, like all siblings do, but there’s a special bond between you two. 

“When have I ever forgotten to pick him?”

You put on your jacket, then call out to your brother.

“Hey Dustin! I’ll pick you up around ten.”

“Mhmm,” Dustin mumbles.

He’s so focused on looking for whatever he’s looking for, you don’t think he actually comprehend what you just said.

You roll your eyes and open the door.

“Got it!” you hear your little brother announce.

He grabs a paper bag off the kitchen counter. The last thing you see as you walk out the door is Dustin rushing off to his bedroom.

“Later mom! Have fun tonight, Dusty!” 

You close the door behind you on your way out. Just as you step outside, a red BMW pulls up in the driveway. You recognize the car and the driver immediately. It’s Steve Harrington.

You and Steve didn’t really know each other until a few weeks ago. Of course you knew of him, everybody did. He’s one of the most popular guys at Hawkins High. But Steve had no idea who you were. You never had a real conversation with Steve until the world almost came to an end….

It all started when Dustin had inadvertently adopted a creature from another dimension. Your little brother recruited you and Steve to help him handle the situation after the Demodog ate your mom’s cat, Mews. And, much to your surprise, Steve “The Hair'' Harrington actually stepped up to help. Until then, you had thought of him as douchebag King Steve. The experience made you see him in an entirely different light. Outside of school and away from all the petty teen drama, Steve Harrington is a good guy.

Steve bonded with both you and your little brother. What made you really grow to respect Steve was how he became close friends with Dustin. Your brother had been lacking a male role model since your dad left. Now Steve was starting to fill that role in Dustin’s life. You really appreciate Steve for everything he’s done for Dustin.

Steve parks his car right next to your mom’s. You’re walking towards your mom’s car when Steve gets out of his.

“Hey Steve,” you wave politely.

“Hey! Is he almost ready?” Steve asks.

You nod.

“Thanks for giving Dustin a ride. You saved me a trip…”

If Steve wasn’t driving Dustin then your mom probably would’ve made you take him.

“Yeah no problem. I think I’m basically one of his chauffeurs now anyways,” Steve nods.

“Welcome to the club, Harrington! We meet every Thursday to go over the driving schedule,” you joke.

Steve laughs, “Oh really? Well, I’ll make sure to bring the snacks for the next meeting.”

You quietly chuckle. You give Steve a small smile before you continue walking to your mom’s car. When you reach the car, you stop yourself from getting in. You turn back to Steve.

“I, uh, I think it’s really cool that you're driving Dustin to the dance,” you tell him sincerely. 

Steve nods, unsure what to say. You two lock eyes. There’s a spark there. You feel some sort of electricity between you and Steve. You’re having a quiet little moment. Well, at least you think so. You have no idea if Steve feels the same and you’re way too shy to make the first move. 

You take a deep breath and then break the silence.

“You’re a good guy, Steve Harrington.”

Before Steve has a chance to respond, you get in your mom’s car and drive off into the night. Steve watches you go, mentally kicking himself. He wishes he said something. When he was with you, he felt the spark too. But he's still getting over Nancy. Steve is just not ready for you yet. He'll get there... someday.

[thegreymarveljedi]

Friendly Flying Fun!

(Tech x Reader)

Here it is! The full fic of Friendly Flying Fun! I am so sorry that it took me so long to write this story. It’s been a busy few months and a lot has happened but here we are! (And I’m sorry for the added week after I promised to have it up almost a week and a half ago!!)

This was a request made by @ewokmurderbear

hello hello! i saw your request are open so uh here goes. techxf!jedi reader who is an exceptional pilot. they start having friendly flying competitions with lots of banter. eventally the banter turns into outright flirting bc they both love eachother sm but don't feel comfortable admitting it (yet). but like its obvious to tech's brothers that they like each other but not so much for him. then one time after flying around an alpine area tech takes a risk and does something like tuck a strand of hair behind her ear or fix her clothes or a sweet gesture like that. she returns the favor and then they are both like hey i kinda like you and the rest is history. i really like the idea of a first kiss being outside in a mountainy area where it's kinda cold. just fluff and banter, pre-o66 plz. sorry if its too long or confusing. have a great day/night!

I’m not usually one to write for Tech but I tried my absolute best with this one and I made it very VERY fluffy. Like, go see the doctor, your teeth are ROTTING type fluffy. This is also set closer to the beginning/ middle of the war so pre-order 66 and pre-season 7 (Sorry Echo fans) and I decided to make the reader Anakin’s twin sister. I hope you enjoy.

Warning: almost getting shot, tooth rotting fluff, Tech actually flirts like a pro, teasing, brotherly love, first kiss, head scratching is so relaxing, tech needs love and he gets it, FLUFFFFFYYY (Already said but it needs a second one)

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It was a fierce battle on the surface and in the air, both sides fighting for control of the planet and the information that the locals held. The Bad Batch had been tasked with extracting as much information as they could, doing it quickly and quietly as not to alert the separatists that the local population was siding with the Republic.

The team had successfully acquired the information and were now fighting their way out of the facility. Crosshair had found a perch not to far away where he could clearly watch his squad, making sure to take down any stragglers who may have gotten close. Wrecker, Hunter and Tech were in the mix, fighting off the droids that came their way.

“Woah! Who’s that pilot?” Wrecker asked in awe as a Jedi star fighter flew through the atmosphere, taking out vulture droid after vulture droid and clearing a path for the evac ships.

“I don’t know but I like their style,” Hunter replied as he and Tech continued to take out the droids on the ground. When Wrecker had first spoke, Tech was uninterested, more concerned about getting out of there alive but the second Hunter agreed with Wrecker and Tech looked up, he couldn’t look away from the starfighter. He was captivated by the way it moved through the sky above them, the tricks the Jedi was doing making him feel a little warm inside.

This kind of distraction wasn’t something normal for the genius clone and it took him by surprise when a stray blaster bolt went past his left ear and straight into a stray droid that had snuck infront of him. He quickly shook his head, internally scolding himself for being so easily distracted.

“Watch it Vod. Don’t need you loosing your head,” Crosshairs drawled over the comms making Tech scoff.

“I was not distracted Crosshair, I was merely observing the Jedi’s manoeuvres,” Tech said, adjusting his goggles and taking another few shot at the remaining droids.

“Mmhmm. Sure you were,” Crosshair teased and Tech could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Tech just rolled his eyes as the droid army was finally defeated, the remaining clones of the 212th battalion gathering their things and preparing to load the evacuation ships.

Hunter, Tech and Wrecker finished up, joining Crosshair in speaking with Commander Cody and General Kenobi. Cody and Hunter linked arms in Greeting, with a smile as Obi-wan greeted them with a smile.

“Excellent work sergeant. You and your team have done very well. You have the intel?” He asked and Hunter handed him the drive with the intel they were sent to collect.

“Right here for you general,” Hunter replied and watched as Obi-wan smiled, pocketing the drive.

“You gentlemen have just retrieve data that should help turn the tide in our favour.”

“Just doing our job sir.”

“Speaking of job, I have someone I would like you to meet,” Obi-wan said and all four batchers looked a little confused before the jedi star fighter from earlier flew overhead, an excited ‘Woohoo!’ Coming over the comms.

“(Y/N), would you like to join us on the ground please?” Obi-wan spoke into his wrist comm with a smile and shake of his head.

“Be right there master!” The female voice said back, the starfighter making another loop around before the Jedi inside jumped out mid air, landing perfectly on the ground next to Obi-wan and Cody. The fighter flew off back towards the Negotiator, (Y/N) now facing the bad batch with a giant grin.

“Clone force 99, I would like you to meet my second padawan, (Y/N) Skywalker,” Obi-wan introduced and watched as the Bad Batch’s eyes widened.

They had heard stories of the infamous Skywalker twins but had never met (Y/N) in person. They had met Anakin over a holo but that was briefly during the mission briefing.

“Former padawan master, I just like hanging around you and the boys,” you said while maintaining your grin, watching as the Bad Batch was left stunned.

“Yes, former padawan but no matter where you or Anakin go I will still consider you my students,” Obi-wan said and placed a hand on your shoulder. You smiled at your surrogate father, knowing that he meant it all from a place of love.

“I appreciate it Obi-wan. Now, who do we have here?” You said and turned back to the Bad Batch, all four of them now standing at attention.

“This is Sergeant Hunter,” Cody informed, pointing to the clone with the red bandanna. You smiled and gave him a nod.

“Good to meet you Hunter. I look forward to working with your squad,” you said with a grin and Hunter gave a nod in return.

“Likewise general, our squad likes to get the job done.”

“Likewise sergeant. And who is this?” You ask as you point to Wrecker who is smirking at you. You return it just as intensely, walking up to Wrecker and sizing him up.

“The name’s Wrecker general!” He says enthusiastically, giving his palm a punch with his other hand. Your grin somehow gets wider as you mimic his action.

“I think you and I will get along just great Wrecker, especially if you like to have fun,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him which made him laugh.

“I like you already!” You laughed and turned to look at the silent on with the toothpick in his mouth. You met his eyes and remained staring at one another, neither of you breaking eye contact even to blink.

“That’s Crosshair, he’s not much of a conversationalist but when you need to hit a precise target front 10-clicks, Crosshair’s you man,” Hunter explained and watched as the two of you continued to stare. Crosshair, surprisingly, was the one to break first, eyes rapidly blinking to get moister back.

You stood triumphantly before reaching a hand out to shake his. The rest of the batch watched with baited breathes, knowing that Crosshair never shook anyone’s hand unless they earned his respect in some way. They all gasped when his hand met yours in a firm grasp, the corner of his lip lifting in a very subtle smile. You nodded in understanding, knowing that you still had a ways to go to get him to trust you but that you had earned the chance to prove yourself.

“I like a challenge ram’ser, and I look forward to seeing your skills in action,” you said, watching as Crosshair nodded and moved back. Lastly, you turned to look at the ever so slightly shorter brother, his face buried in his data pad as he tried very hard to avoid your eyes. You cleared your throat which made him look at you, your eyes locking as if in a trance.

“And who is this handsome trooper?” You said, voice taking on much more flirty tone. Tech continued to hold your gaze as you walked up to him, his data now hanging at his side in his hand.

“This is-“

“Tech, general,” Tech interrupted his older brother, taking the initiative to introduce himself.

“It’s nice to meet an even more handsome face,” you said flirtatiously, watching as a blush bloomed on Tech’s cheeks.

“Thank you for the compliment, though I do believe my brain is worth more than my looks,” he said back, his data pad finding a home on his hip as he gives you his full undivided attention. The rest of the squad was once again left in shock, not used to Tech being focused on something other than his data pad.

“I’m sure it is just as handsome as you,” you replied, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before retreating back to Obi-wan and Cody. They had watched the whole exchange from the side lines, knowing that you were not so easily corralled once you had your heart set on something. Instead, Obi-wan gave you a shake of his head with an another small smiling, his eyes turning back to Hunter.

“Sergeant, your squad has done great work so far in this war and to continue to improve your productivity, (Y/N) will be coming on as your general temporarily,” Obi-wan explained, receiving a few different reactions rom the squad.

Hunter nodded in approval, knowing not to argue with the Jedi master. He wasn’t opposed to having a new squad member, especially one who might have some new skills to teach him. He was looking forward to seeing you in action.

Wrecker hollered in agreement, excited to get to show you how he liked to do things. He hoped that you shared his love of explosions and would help him blast some clankers.

Crosshair was a little less enthused, mumbling about not needing a babysitter when he and his brothers could get the job done quick. He may have given you a chance to earn his respect but that didn’t mean he wanted you on the team. Though, as if sensing Crosshairs disagreement with this decision, you levelled him with another stare. Once again he tried to keep eye contact but backed down once again, rolling his eyes and placing another toothpick in his mouth.

Tech however was the most intrigued, knowing that there was still knowledge to learn from the Jedi. He hoped that maybe on leave, he could ask you questions and pick your brain for more knowledge. Maybe have you show him some flying tricks and manoeuvres that he may not know just yet. Tech met your eyes after your stare off with Crosshair and smiled as you winked at him, blushing a little before picking up his datapad and burying his face in it.

“This change is only temporary to see how well you work with a Jedi. It is not something that will remain if the results are inconclusive. If the results of this change are satisfactory, the choice to stay will be left up to (Y/N),” Obi-wan continued which made you smile, the Bad Batch all nodding in understanding.

“Sounds like a plan general,” Hunter said and watched as you and Obi-wan had your own quiet exchange.

“I trust you will work well with your new squad?” Obi-wan asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You smiled in response, placing your hand on top of his.

“Of course Master, I’m very excited to work with them after everything Cody and the boys have told me,” you said and looked to Cody who only smiled and gave you a nod.

“Of course (Y/N). Please be safe and don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t Obi-wan, you can count on that.”

Obi-wan was a little sad to watch you go, his second student moving on to lead another unit in this war. He was proud of both you and Anakin and as Obi-wan watched you walk back over to the batch, he knew that he had done a good job as a teacher.

Hunter motioned for the Batch to begin heading back to the Marauder, wanting to at least clean it up a little for you. Crosshair and Wrecker were the first to turn and make their way to the ship, disappearing behind the facility they had infiltrated and cleared out. Tech however, stayed next to Hunter which surprised the sergeant greatly. He looked at Tech curiously but was met with no verbal explanation, Tech just having his head down until they watched you walk back over to them.

“Are we ready to go?” You asked, giving Hunter a smile and Tech another wink. Before Hunter could say anything, Tech jumped in, walking beside you and leading you to the marauder with a hand on your shoulder and beginning to ramble about their ship and all its capabilities.

Hunter rolled his eyes and smirked as he watched from a safe distance, his little brother talked their new general’s ear off. He knew that this was something new and exciting for Tech so he wasn’t going to ruin it.

~Time Skip~

You had been with the batch for a couple weeks now and it had been some of the most thrilling and memorable time of your life. The boys were outstanding in their work and knew how to get the job done quickly and quietly. You had adapted well to their tactics and had even dawned some of their spare armour. It had been a gift from all four of them but Crosshair’s idea.

Tech had taken it upon himself to modify the armour, making sure that it fit your body as well as worked for your maneuvering on the field. It was a welcome gift from them to you, making sure you stayed protected while with them on missions. They had even made sure to paint a 99 on the gauntlet for you as a symbol of you being their general.

Your first time wearing the armour, Tech couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were breathing in his eyes, the armour complimenting your skin well. Watching you fight was a whole other experience, your movements and skills unmatched by anyone other than a few of your higher ranking Jedi. You moved like the wind, quick and unforgiving while still being graceful.

Your flying skills however, were really what brought Tech to his knees. You were an exceptional pilot, knowing how to fly a ship even with your eyes closed, literally.

The first time you had done it the boys had panicked, Tech reaching to take over the controls but all you did was laugh, flawlessly maneuvering the marauder through the sky and to a safe landing Zone. Hunter has scolded you but with one look, you silenced him with a stare before standing and moving off the marauder. From that day on Tech knew he was fucked, your beauty, your skills, your fearlessness and confidence had hooked him.

And when you flirted with him? His soul was on cloud nine everytime.

“Hey handsome, how’s it feel to be the smartest man alive?”

“I hope you know CPR because you just took my breath away.”

“I would ask if you wanted to see a holofilm with me, but I don’t want to get in trouble for bringing in a snack.”

“I’d buy you a drink, but I’d be jealous of the glass.”

Eventually he worked up the courage to flirt back after one too many comment from his brothers. Hunter was getting a little fed up with his younger brother’s rambling, wanting him to just reciprocate. Wrecker and Crosshair teased him relentlessly, laughing at his failed attempts to flirt back or respond with anything other than helpless rambling.

Eventually he got it down, managing to flirt right back with you much to your delight.

“I’m an organ donor. Can I give you my heart?” You said once, rest your hands on his shoulders from behind while he sat in the pilots chair.

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” He responded quickly while turning the seat to face you. The look on your face must have made him more confident because he followed up with another line very quickly.

“Even in zero gravity, I’d still fall for your beauty.”

It was your turn to blush before you gained your wits back, leaning into to be face to face with him again.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.”

That made Tech chuckle as he turned back to the window of the marauder, focusing on flying the ship once more. Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair had not been spared from the cheesy exchange, all three trying not to cringe or laugh at the display.

From there on, you and Tech flirted relentlessly with one another, always finding time and ways to squeeze in little comment to each other much to the dismay of the others. They all knew you and Tech had the hits for each other. And they all knew that both of you knew but were too afraid to act on it.

It was after another successful mission when Tech asked you to fly with him for a little.

“Would you care to join me for a friendly flying competition?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. You smiled widely at him and nodded, taking the copilots seat as Tech set off into the skies.

The whole time you were flirting with one another, even as you performed a perfect Cuban eight with your eyes closed. Tech was infatuated with you, watching as your eyes lit up and your smile met them. Your cheeks were tinted with a little red blush from the adrenaline rush.

When it was his turn to take the controls, Tech performed a flawless cobra maneuver, watching as you yelped with delight at the rush. You spent hours in the air before finally coming back to the ground where the others were waiting with knowing smiles on their faces.

~Time Skip~

“Now that our mission is over, General Kenobi is allowing us a week of shore leave, especially after this one,” Hunter explained and everyone visibly deflated with delight.

You had been with the Bad Batch for close to nine months now, working along side them smoothly and completing every mission successfully with very little issue. The squad trusted you now, even Crosshair had come to respect and trust you, making jokes with you here and there. Wrecker was always fun to talk too about explosions and all things food and Hunter was a very good conversationalist in battle strategies and handheld weaponry.

And Tech….

Oh Tech, he was something else; a handsome genius with an adorable smile and a heart of hearts. He flirted back with you all the time now and even initiated your flirting ‘contests’ sometimes. It made you swoon whenever he did and you made sure to flutter your lashes at him a little more.

“Where are we going to spend it?” Wrecker asked hesitantly.

“Please not Kamino again,” Crosshair hissed, an undertone of distaste seeping into his words.

“We could go to Coruscant?” Hunter suggested, looking to his brothers for any sort of agreement.

“I do not believe Coruscant would be the ideal choice,” Tech chimed in, adjusting his goggles in the cute way he always did.

“Why not?” You asked, head tilting in confusion as you looked at the boys for an explanation.

“We’re not really welcomed by any of the other clones,” Wrecker explained cautiously before Crosshair butted in.

“They don’t like us because we actually do our jobs right,” he sneered.

“But what about Cody and the 212th? They love you guys!” You said exasperatedly, not believing much of what they were saying.

“They put up with us because they have too. Cody likes us but the others whisper about us all the time. They don’t think we hear them but we do,” Hunter said and crossed his arms. Your mouth hung open in shock, not wanting to believe that your beloved battalion wouldn’t get along with your new squad.

“That’s bantha shit. I’ll give them a piece of my mind once our leave is over. In the mean time, let me go make a call,” you said and stomped off, far enough away that even Hunter couldn’t hear the conversation you were having with a certain senator.

~Time Skip~

When you had finished your conversation, you waltzed back over to the boys in much better spirits, explaining how you pulled a couple strings to get a week away in Naboo at a nice lake side cabin. They were very intrigued by your changed attitude and the prospect of going to Naboo to relax and recoup.

You and Tech had dropped the others off at the cabin, the beautiful place a great escape for shore leave after the close call of the last mission. Tech, however, had asked you if you would like to have another little flying contest before you both settled down at the cabin.

You had readily agreed, wanting any opportunity to spend time with the genius clone as well as to show of your skills. You had each taken turns at the helm of the marauder, performing tricks in the air that made each other laugh. You always liked to show off a tailslide and turn it into an inside loop, the adrenaline rush from both maneuvers making to you holler with excitement.

Tech on the other hand went for what the boys and yourself had branded as “the Tech turn” though he would never call it that himself. He performed the maneuver with ease, making you laugh. You each performed another few tricks before Tech took back control and landed you both on top of a grass covered mountain top. The air had a chill to it though neither of you seemed to mind as Tech let the gangplank down and led you out of the marauder.

He took your hand gently in his and led you to sit on the edge of the cliff, placing a standard regulation blanket down before guiding you to sit next to him. You smiled at his kindness and thanked him, joining him without any thought or care in the world.

You sat there in silence for a moment, taking in the view of the planet surface from so high up. Looking at the open fields below the mountain ranges, admiring the beautiful landscape that Naboo had to offer.

“How did you find out about this place?” Tech asked, watching the same landscape and view you were, only his eyes shifted to settle more on you.

“I have my way,” you replied and gave a Tech a wink causing him to chuckle.

“You are full of surprises general.”

“Call me (Y/N), Tech. There’s no one around. It’s just us,” you said and looked over to him. He nodded and tested the name on his tongue. He had call you by your name only once before but he had been so embarrassed to do it again even when you said it had been okay. Now with the confidence he had gained, he didn’t feel afraid.

“This is a beautiful place (Y/N). Are you sure you will not disclose how you came to afford such a dashing place for our shore leave?” Tech inquired, watching as a small shiver ran down your spine as he said your name.

“That will be a story for another time,” you said, knowing full well that you could tell him but wanting to save it for later.

“Very well then my Dear,” Tech chuckled and gave you the side eye. You both started at one another for a minute, not breaking eyes contact before once again, Tech lost. Your stare was so deep and intense that none of the boys could beat it. When Tech looked away and blinked you whooped in triumph, laughing at your victory once again.

Tech smiled as he looked back over to you, your eyes crinkled up as you laughed, feeling the adrenaline of the last hour lingering in the air. Tech’s eyes were filled with love and adoration for you, the months of flirting and playful banter finally sinking into his heart and making him think.

Maybe, just maybe she’ll reciprocate…

His mind was all over the place, for the first time in a long time and it took all his brain power to focus. How could he though? He was taken by your beauty, your heart, your confidence and your kindness. He was so madly in love with you. He knew it and his brothers knew it but he didn’t think you did.

Without thinking, Tech reached over to where to sat next to him on the cliff top, tucking a stray strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. The action cut off your laughter as you look at Tech whose cheeks were a tinge pink and his eyes mesmerized by something. Your eyes met his and he carefully pulled back before clearing his throat and turning away from you, fiddling with his hands awkwardly.

Your heart melted at the sight of the oh so smug genius being embarrassed by the little action of affection. You smiled at him and reached over to him, taking his hand in yours. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing and turning back to you, his cheeks still a little pink from the cold as well as embarrassment.

“I-I am sorry if I overstepped, I do not know what came over me and I-“

You cut him off by placing a warm hand on his cheek, the rest of his sentence dying in his throat.

“You didn’t over step at all Tech. I promise.”

“Are you certain? I understand that as a Jedi you do not have the lu-“

You cut him off again with a little laugh before leaning forward, connecting your foreheads together in a keldabe kiss. Tech’s breath hitched in his throat at the tender action, eyes closing and forehead sinking into the touch. You stayed there for what felt like forever before your other came to join your first on Tech’s opposite check. His breath hitched a little again as he let out a shaky sigh.

“Tech…” his name fell from your lips so gently and quietly, as if saying it any louder would break the atmosphere of the moment. Tech almost didn’t hear you but when his eyes opened to meet yours once more, it was clear what you were silently asking.

It took him weeks to work up the courage to flirt back with you instead of rambling when you spoke to him and when he finally worked up the courage to reciprocate the flirting, he was on cloud nine. You had been dancing around each other for months since then, playful teasing and shameless flirting. It all led to this.

Tech’s eyes closed as he brought his gloved hands to your cheeks and pulled you into a seering yet gentle kiss. The world around you both melted away as your lips connected, months of tension being released as you both engaged.

Tech’s lips were soft against yours, his hands radiating heat even through his gloves. Your lips were just at soft, your hands falling to hold his wrist so he wouldn’t pull away just yet. The kiss seemed to last a life time before you both pulled away for some much needed air, remaining close with your foreheads pressed together.

“That was..”

“Breathtaking?”

“Quite literally.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I am very much not opposed to doing that again.”

“Then why don’t we?”

Tech didn’t need to be told twice as he hoisted you onto his lap and crashed his lips to yours again. Sparks flew and a new found sense of longing settled in your bones. The kiss was more fierce this time, Tech slowly but surely finding his rhythm as his hands settled on your hips. Your arms settled around his neck, fingers toying with the wispy hairs present on the back of his neck.

Tech squeezed your hips and nipped at your lip, drawing a short but pleased sigh from you. He smirked against your lips and pulled away, once again out of breath. You weren’t much better, chest rising and falling quickly with the need for air.

“You - I - holy shit,” you breathed out, the words to describe what you were feeling right now escaped you. Tech chuckled at your fumbling, smoothing his thumb over your left cheek.

“Now it’s you who is left speechless mesh’la,” he teased as you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“What can I say? You’re a really good kisser,” you shot back making Tech blush a little.

“I try, my dear. I have never had the opportunity to do something like this with anyone. It never felt right if there were no feelings of infatuation involved,” Tech said huskily, his voice low and afraid of scaring you off. You smiled shyly at him and kissed his nose, your eyes conveying what you were feeling before your mouth could vocalize it.

“I understand Tech. Being a Jedi, we’re not supposed to form attachments or relationships with people but with you, it feels so natural,” you replied and watched as his eyes lit up slightly.

“Are you saying that you feel the same about me as I do you?”

“If you’re trying to tell me that you like me then yes, that’s exactly what I’m trying to say.”

No more words were spoken as Tech once again pulled your lips to his, the kiss firm yet gentle. Your lips moved together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. It was as if you had been together for years, the kiss perfect in every way.

You ran your fingers through his hair as best you could, slowly removing his goggles and placing them down next to both of you. Tech blinked rapidly a few times, eyes adjusted to the world without his trusted eyewear. He looked at you with a confused expression before his shoulders slumped and he melted against you, feeling your fingers massage his scalp and neck. It felt so relaxing, the tension leaving his body like a puff of air.

You giggled as Tech let his head fall forward to rest on your shoulder, breathing deep and relaxed as you continued you movements on his neck. When you hit a particularly rough knot, Tech groaned, his hands flying to your hips once more as you worked the knot out.

“Cyare,” Tech whispered as you moved back to his scalp, scratching it gently.

“Hmm?” Was all you responded with, not wanting to be any louder for fear of disrupting the atmosphere.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For this, for everything you have done for our squad, for being there for us all and for treating us like people instead of expendable objects,” Tech’s words struck a cord in you, the sentiment behind them making itself clear. They had never been treated like people, always being sent on one mission after another, the fear of death or failure always there. They were soldiers yes, but that didn’t mean they were less than human.

“Of course Tech, you’re just as human as I am and you do so much for the galaxy. You fight for those who can’t and stand up for those who won’t. You and your brothers are good men and I will fight anyone who tries to say otherwise,” Tech smiled at your words, your words helping him to feel like a normal man instead of a soldier.

“Thank you Cyar’ika,” he replied and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you close and letting himself dream of the future.

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I don’t know if I fully like what I’ve written here but please, let me know your thoughts about it. I hope it’s not to bad!

[the-colourful-witch]

i'd love to know more about astrid cresswell if you're willing to tell us more. such as her family, is she dirk cresswell's daughter? what's her wand like? what year was she born? etc

Hiya! I can't believe you found her! I forgot I shared an illustration of Astrid on my page a long time ago :) Astrid Cresswell is my OC. And yes, I did take inspiration for her name from Dirk Cresswell, who is an Auror at the Ministry. He was one of the Aurors who was supposed to arrest Dumbledore if I remember correctly. In Order of the Phoenix. The two of them have no relation, actually. I took the last name when I was toying with the idea of her being the daughter of Dirk, but I went in a different direction. The last name kind of stuck, oops :) Anyway! Astrid!

Astrid is a Slytherin, in the same year as Fred and George (born 1978). My story for her is:

She was raised by her dad, who is a Healer at St Mungo's, in the permanent ward. Her mother was a Muggle, who died in childbirth. Robb Cresswell, Astrid's father, never told his girlfriend he was a Wizard. Astrid grew up with her dad, who was always working. They lived in the hillside village of Ottery St Catchpole where a few more magical families were housed in the hills. Robb regularly dropped Astrid off at the Weasleys, where Molly was more than happy to look after Astrid when he went to work. And so Astrid grew up with her two best friends: Fred and George Weasley. But that friendship didn't last very long after Astrid got sorted into Slytherin House. From that moment on, Astrid and the twins became rivals. They will do anything to destroy each other, both on and off the Quidditch pitch.

Astrid is a Chaser, the only girl on the Slytherin team. She's constantly dealing with Marcus Flint's sexist antics but is determined to play. She has something to prove, after all. Her patronus is a fox and her wand is 9 1/2 inches, Aspen wood with a dragon heartstring core. It stylishly resembles ivory; excellent for duelling and charm-casting. It's a wand made for revolutionaries but can be temperamentful, reacting to uncontrolled emotions. Astrid has two best friends: Maeve and Dorian, both Slytherins in her year. Dorian plays on the Quidditch team with her, as a Beater. He wants to be an Auror, like his father John Dawlish and is ahead of everyone in their class in all subjects. Maeve is the oldest of seven girls and the only one sorted into Slytherin. Hogwarts is the only place where she doesn't have to be a parent to her sisters. She enjoys reading and is Captain of the chess club. Oh, and she has a pet: a tubby black and white cat named Tibo. Tibo likes treats and scratches behind his ears. He has one of those loud purrs.

Astrid herself has a toad, which is a surprisingly uncool pet for a girl of her status. He's called Samuel the Second. You don't want to know what happened to the first. Sebastian usually hangs out in Astrid's room, but she takes him with her to the greenhouses sometimes when she's doing extra credit work. And Astrid is popular! After finding out she wasn't ever going to fit in with her Gryffindor friends (not really friends anymore), she decided to really embrace the Slytherin identity. She is clever and cunning. She knows how to get what she wants. To everyone who does not know her, she is perfect. Prefect, Quidditch player, star student. Behind the scenes, it's a little more rough... But she tries. She wants to become a Healer, after a successful Quidditch career, of course.

I am still figuring out Astrid's story, but it's fun for me to work on her every now and then. I admit, it's been a while. I dream of writing a fic for her one day, but I am not much of a writer. I start with something and then I can't finish, because I get distracted and instead draw my characters. What can I say, I like to draw! Maybe one day I'll actually finish a first draft :)

(an older version of Astrid - I don't love how I drew this)

I would like to share some more OC work in the future, but it's been a while since I worked on my characters. All the existing HP characters take up a lot of my time at the moment. One day :) I hope you like this. I'm happy to answer more questions if you have them <3

Magical wishes, Fleur

Some more earlier concepts of Astrid..

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Ghosts 101

I wrote this as if Danny was giving a crash course powerpoint presentation to the Batclan or something, even if it has info he wouldn't actually have by this point in the story; I skipped the descriptions, reactions, questions, and "he said, she said" stuff because it was unimportant to my goal of putting all of the info I had about ghosts in a presentable format.

So yeah, have fun, I know I did :)

In almost any form they take, ghosts can be described as beings of emotion. Obviously, their fully living counterparts also have emotions but ghost emotions are generally more intense, always dialed up to 11, and drive the ghost to fulfill their obsession. A ghost obsession is the main reason that ghost sticks around on the living plane rather than moving on to the afterlife; for some, it’s because they had “unfinished business” like their murder was never solved or if they died in a particularly gruesome way; maybe they had an intense desire to protect their loved ones from whatever killed them or just generally wanted people to stay away from it; maybe they did move on but something disturbed their rest and they came back to rectify the situation so they could rest again. Each ghost is different and each situation is unique in its own way, even if there are common threads.

No matter what brought them here, ghosts feel intensely about their obsession and literally can’t not fulfill it; if they are prevented or have enough conscious thought to stop themselves, their already intense emotions go absolutely nuts and most will become violent until they can fulfill it again. The majority of ghosts will only have one obsession but it’s not impossible for them to have more or very nuanced obsessions.

A few examples:

My school had a lunch lady that worked there pretty much her whole life, like over 50 years, and that whole time the menu never changed, or at least not significantly. During my early days as Phantom, the school decided to add vegan/vegetarian options and this upset her so much that she came back to haunt the school; she just went by the name Lunch Lady, most likely because she’d been dead long enough to have forgotten her own name. Her obsession was to continue doing what she’d always done in life, serve kids lunch, and the change to the menu disrupted that.

Mine is a bit more broad and involves protecting people; if I see something wrong, something potentially harmful to others, it’s like an itch I can’t scratch if I don’t do something about it. It’s all I can think about and not helping drives me insane. Think of it like someone with really bad OCD that literally cannot help themselves; my sister is really into psychology and said the symptoms I described match. The most obvious scratch for that itch is stopping the bad guys in a dramatic fight to protect the innocent, but it’s hardly the only way; even working at, say, an animal shelter would do, though I would eventually grow restless knowing I could do more.

Which brings me to another point; fighting is not only common in ghost culture but it’s the best way to regulate our emotions since we don’t have a physical form anymore to keep those emotions in check. I’ve helped several ghost move on to the afterlife, and I have tried other methods, but the best I’ve found is confronting the ghost, figure out what’s keeping them here, fight them for a bit to release their built up tension so they can think a bit more clearly, then provide a solution to whatever their problem was.

Another example:

A couple decades ago, there was a kid at my school who was bullied horribly in life and the way they were able to pass on was to stand up to a bully and fight back like they always wanted to but never could. I played the part of the bully and one of my friends volunteered to play the victim for the ghost to stand up for, because no one did for them. Fulfilling that dream allowed them to rest, even if it was staged. Sorry, they were the first ghost I ever helped rest so the story is still kind of emotional for me.

Ahem, uh, let’s see, what’s next? We still have to cover haunts and types of ghosts. We’ll do haunts first, ghost types can get complicated.

A ghost’s haunt is the physical thing that ties them to the mortal realm; this could be an area that meant a lot to them when they were alive, like the school for the Lunch Lady and the bully victim, or maybe the house they lived in or the place they died; or it could be a specific person they had a strong emotional connection to, be it a loved one or several loved ones that they wish to protect or someone who hurt them that they want revenge on. Stronger ghosts have larger haunts and removing a ghost from their natural haunt is difficult at best, and even if they are able to claim a new haunt, they’ll still yearn for their original place. My haunt is pretty much all of Amity Park, whether I like it or not; I’ve been trying to accept Gotham, or at least Wayne Manor, but it’s been hard and I’ve been incredibly homesick since leaving. It’ll probably be easier once I’m allowed in the field and can fulfill my obsession to protect, but until then I’m just going to have to endure. Getting to know you guys and accept you as part of my haunt has helped, though, and talking to Sam, Tucker, and Jazz helps too, since they are very much part of my haunt. It helps me feel grounded, for lack of a better term.

Anyways, ghost types. I’ve been called a protector spirit but that’s not so much a type as a title, like everyone knows what you mean when you say “fish” but taxonomically it’s hard to actually define a fish without including or excluding things that logically should or shouldn’t belong in that category. There’s also a decent amount of overlap between types too, so it’s more like a sliding scale than anything concrete. Or the intersection of a couple sliding scales. Or something. Anyways.

What we would normally clump together as “ghosts” are usually the soul of a dead human that hasn’t passed on to the afterlife. They have varying levels of consciousness, memory of their past life, and control over their emotional impulses, from none at all to basically the same as a living person but dead. There are a few subcategories based on, for example, their level of malevolence, like poltergeist ranging between mischievous pranksters and downright evil sadists, and some subcategories can be split into further subcategories, like banshees are a poltergeist that are specifically feminine ghosts who wail and scream, but they all still fit within the broad category of “ghost”.

I could go into more detail, but then we’d be here all day and I don’t really wanna do that.

Amity Park had a higher concentration of people turning into ghosts than most towns, living up to its title of “most haunted town in the mid-west”, and many fall under the poltergeist category, but not all. Amity also has a lot of shades or shadow people, which is more of a psychic imprint of a traumatic event on ambient ectoplasm, but only if the victim doesn’t actually die; if they died, they would absorb the ambient ecto to become a more powerful ghost. Shades aren’t really alive, not in the sense of having a soul of their own, and generally just replay the traumatic event over and over until it runs out of energy. Will-o’-the-wisps, or just wisps, are also common, as a sort of pre-ghost entity; they don’t quite have enough soul power or emotional energy to become a full ghost but they try to stick around anyways, usually only a few days before they fizzle out and move on to the afterlife. They could potentially become a full ghost if given enough outside energy; from ambient ecto or magic to siphoning energy from the living to someone consciously giving them energy for the express purpose of making them into a full ghost.

As for me, I... call myself a ghost but that’s not entirely accurate since I do have a physical body. As far as I can tell, I fall under the category of “lich” which is closer to a zombie than a ghost. I don’t like thinking about what that means. The point is, I died in my parents lab, which was highly saturated with ecto, coupled with the ecto I’d been contaminated with my entire life, and ecto from the Ghost Zone as the portal opened up on top of me, with the bow on top of being traumatically electrocuted to death. I sucked up all that ecto at the exact moment I died, which brought me back to life and gave me a lot of power. I’m not super sure, and I don’t know if there’s any way to confirm this, but I think the power was too much for my body to contain, so it somehow stored the power in an alternate form. I still have access to some of my powers while in human form, but most of it I can only access in my ghost form.

Speaking of the Ghost Zone, it's inhabited by souls taken from Limbo and infused with extra ecto. They didn't have any reason to stay on Earth, which is why they were in Limbo in the first place, but after being supercharged they developed obsessions based on their emotions and what they remember of their past lives. Ghosts that are more powerful than average are called wights and are more on the same level as a lich if we equate an average ghost to, say, a revenant. A revenant is someone who was dead and brought back to life and still has a soul; if they didn't have a soul, they'd be categorized as a zombie, just a reanimated corpse. The difference between a revenant and a lich is the amount of power they have; revenants didn't have any connection to magic before but after being brought back they could potentially learn some, while a lich already had magic and it was usually increased by being brought back. They also didn't necessarily have to die first, so there's that.

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Specific Types of Undead

Lich: a powerful magic user who becomes undead through any means. They still have a soul and access to their magic which, depending on the process, may have been enhanced. One avenue is a living mortal being exposed to the Fountain of Life or substances related to it, like Lazarus Pits or the ectoplasm of the Ghost Zone, though this may cause side effects.

Ra’s al Ghul - Ra’s has been around since at least the 1200s and already knew magic before entering the Lazarus Pit, which enhanced his powers. He will generally bath in a Lazarus Pit every few years/decades and has been doing so for centuries, getting close to a millennia. He has plenty of power himself but prefers manipulation, orchestrating elaborate plans from the background rather than getting his own hands dirty.

Vlad Masters - Vlad was exposed to Lazarus Water/ectoplasm once, for a short amount of time (a few seconds at most). Due to his preconceptions about ghosts and (mis)understanding of what happened to him, most of his abilities developed into what he expected of a ghost. After his initial exposure and recovery, he experimented with ectoplasm more and increased his exposure, though never again to actual Lazarus Water. His powers are comparatively weak but he has honed them to the point of still being a formidable opponent.

Danny Phantom - Danny had constant, but low level, exposure to ectoplasm for pretty much his entire life; he likely would have developed some kind of magic powers naturally, but the lab accident flooded his body with ectoplasm at the exact moment he was electrocuted to death, jumpstarting his powers. Due to his predisposition towards ghosts, most of Danny’s abilities are considered “ghostly”.

Pariah - As the first resident of the Ghost Zone, Pariah was exposed to the Waters of the Fountain of Life until it was corrupted into ectoplasm and has had constant exposure to ectoplasm for a long time, which flows differently in the Zone than on Earth or other pocket dimensions. He had no natural magic but had been touched with power from both Monitor and the Great Darkness, which influenced his power’s development.

Revenant: a non-magic user who becomes undead through any means. They still have a soul and have the potential to learn magic if it was used to restore them, even if they had absolutely no potential for it before. Exposure to the Fountain of Life or substances related to it, like Lazarus Pits or the ectoplasm of the Ghost Zone, is one way to bring a dead person back to life, but they can only become a revenant if their soul is also restored, otherwise they’ll become a zombie or ghoul. There will be side effects depending on the method, but dying is a traumatic experience on its own. A draugr is a type of revenant with the body of a giant. A Scandinavian term for basically the same thing is genganger. A kukudh is basically an Albanian revenant. A langsuyar is specifically a female revenant of Indo-Australia.

Jason Todd - Jason had been dead for a few months before Talia al Ghul managed to secure his body and submerge him in a Lazarus Pit, however Jason was angry and stubborn so his soul was still hanging onto his body by a thread and that was just barely enough. He was more zombie-like at first, but thanks to Talia’s magic and some less than gentle coaxing, Jason regained his mind. His trauma from dying in the first place was compounded by how slowly his mind was restored and the training of the League of Assassins of both his body and mind, once it returned enough to be trained.

Ghoul: an undead being with no soul connected to the restored body, and therefore no mind to direct them, regardless of method. They are easily susceptible to mind control but otherwise run on instincts and emotions, though they may or may not have memories from their time being alive. They are generally very violent and will attack pretty much anything that moves. The Turkish name for such a creature is orek.

Zombie: a reanimated corpse, possessing little-to-no free will or memories of their former life. If left alone, they just kind of stand around, maybe shamble a little, until given some kind of directive. Tibetans called them ro-langs and ancient Greece called them vrykolakas, somewhat crossing over with the old concepts of vampires.

Vetala: a ghost possessing a reanimated corpse; the ghost and body are usually unrelated.

Ghost: the disembodied soul of a once living creature (usually human but not always) that cannot or will not cross over to the afterlife. There are many subcategories and sub-subcategories based on a number of factors, like level of consciousness and malevolence. Ghosts have many names in other cultures that are basically synonymous with the general idea of a ghost, including bhoot, hortdan, hupia, shiryo, and yurei. They generally don’t have a physical form of their own but can possess humans, animals, plants, or objects to interact with the physical world.

Poltergeist: a catch-all term for ghost that range from mischievous pranksters to pure evil sadists, sometimes called a Vengeful Ghost. Poltergeists with vampire-like abilities or attributes are called strigoi.

Wight: a powerful ghost, usually fully cognizant even if they don’t remember their past life. Most of the souls pulled into the Ghost Zone became this when exposed to ectoplasm.

Will-o’-the-Wisp: a sort of pre-ghost entity that wants to stay in the living realm but doesn’t quite have enough strength to stay for long, usually lasting only a few days after the person’s death. Often shortened to just wisps. They can “graduate” to full ghosts if given enough energy from an outside source (even if that source is ambient magic/ectoplasm). Other commons names are jack-o'-lantern, friar's lantern, or hinkypunk, and are generally called hitodama in the East.

Shadow Person/Shade: they appear to be roughly humanoid masses of black material or literal shadows without a body to cast it. They are not a soul, they are the psychic imprint of a traumatic event that didn’t cause an actual death. The shade would basically play out the scene over and over again until the residual energy ran out.  

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Undead entities common enough in folklore to have a particular name

Ayakashi: a ghost that appears above the surface of a body of water. Why they’re there and what they do varies from luring sailors to join them in death to helping them avoid the hazard that killed the ghost. It may or may not fall under the “poltergeist” label.

Funayurei: an ayakashi specifically of the ocean.

Banshee: a generally feminine poltergeist associated with screaming and wailing.

Chang: the trapped spirit of a person who was killed by a powerful magic being, like a demon or vampire, and must “serve” the being by luring someone else to be killed and take their place, at which point they are released to the afterlife.

Dybbuk: while sometimes confused for the rare possession by a sex demon, a dybbuk is a human ghost that possesses a living human in order to have sex, either possessing the desired person or possessing someone else to have sex with the desired person. La Sayona is a specifically female version of this, potentially overlapping with a Virgin Ghost and Mavka. Hone-onna is a dead wife that appears to her still living husband, who looks like a skeleton to anyone but her husband.

Goryo/Onryo: the ghost of a noble or otherwise accomplished person who lost a power struggle shortly before death, or were killed so someone else could take their position. They are often resentful and angry at whoever succeeded them and generally fall under the “poltergeist” label, focused on whoever has the position they lost. A specifically female version is sometimes called a Kuchisake-onna. A similar concept was used in Harry Potter, where no one could teach Defense Against the Dark Arts for longer than a year after Voldemort was denied the position.

Virgin Ghost: a person who died before they could have a family of their own, generally young women but not always. They usually fall under the “poltergeist” label, targeting their still-living family members or those that fall into the same social category they were in when they died, which usually means young women.

Lemures: ghosts who are restless specifically because (they felt) they didn’t receive a proper burial, especially if specific funeral rites were important to their culture’s customs. They are sometimes called lietuvēns or lietonis, which are said to have been killed before their time and forced to wander until their allotted time would have been otherwise run out. They are sometimes called myling if they are just trying to convince someone to bury them properly, usually by leading someone to their body, which may be counterintuitive if their body is somewhere dangerous; they may act malevolently in order to gain attention but they generally don’t want to actually hurt anyone, they’ve just been stuck like this for a while and are frustrated because nothing else has worked.

Mononoke: a ghost that specifically causes their target to become weak or ill.

Drekavac: a catch-all term used in “South Slavic” areas that could refer to any number of undead-adjacent entities, including ghosts and zombies.

Some ghosts have specific forms that usually relate to how they died but are consistent enough to have been named in folklore. While their form is consistent, their temperament varies just as much as any other ghost. These include:

The self-explanatory Headless Horseman.

The Kuntilanak, Pontianak, or Yakshi of a pregnant woman who died in childbirth, sometimes called ubume.

Mavka or Nyavka appear as beautiful women to lure men to their deaths.

Noppera-bō are faceless humanoids that may or may not have others forms as well.

Pocong look like humans wrapped in funeral cloth; mummies are specifically ancient Egyptian variants. They are also different from zombies because they don't have a physical body like a zombie does.

Some ghosts possess animal as a host body for an extended period of time, like the Inugami that specifically uses a canine host body.

Yuki-onna are generally attractive female ghosts associated with snow and ice.

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Non-undead entities often mistaken for them

Vampire: a demonic being that feeds on the life force of mortals. They may have been human at some point but that is not always the case. A similar creature is the jiāngshī in china, a lugat in Albania, a wurdulac in Slavic folklore, and an upiór in ancient Eurasian areas.

Wendigo: a (technically still living) human either possessed or cursed with a demon-like body that grows in proportion to what they eat, leaving them perpetually starving. This may or may not have anything to do with cannibalism, like folklore suggests, but this was often a punishment for being selfish and greedy. Slightly more humanoid versions are the jikiniki, the bal-bal, and preta.

Batkaak: demons that hunt hunters, or other warrior-like humans.

Dullahan: a demonic fairy that fits the description of the Headless Horseman.

Succubus/Incubus: sometimes confused with a dybbuk if the sex demon possesses a human.

Ikiryo: another name for the spirit of a still living person sent to “haunt” a target person or area, often via astral projection and generally leaves the body in a coma until the spirit returns.

Moroi: vampires with ghost-like abilities rather than typical vampire abilities.

Pricolici: vampires with werewolf-like attributes and abilities rather than typical vampire abilities.

Shikigami: demon-adjacent entities used by “onmyōji” (basically someone who does eastern astrology for a living) or witches/other magic users to carry out blessings and curses; another name might be anichimayen. They may or may not be related to Familiars, which includes a wide variety of creatures.

Sluagh: a group of fairies that “kidnap” humans, often appearing like a classic ghost to scare people.

Chupacabra: a demon that drinks the blood of animals, usually livestock, but specifically named after draining goats of their blood. They may or may not be related to vampires.

Deildegast: a demon-adjacent entity associated with boundary stones.

Dhampir: the offspring of a human and a vampire, sometimes called a demi-vampire.

Gashadokuro: a demonic entity that takes the form of a giant skeleton.

Nachzehrer: a demon often confused for a revenant. They generally try to drag the living to the afterlife before their time, sometimes claiming to be a loved one of the victim who just wants to be close to them again.

Qutrub: a demon that prefers to feed on human corpses.

Rusalka: mermaid-like entities from Slavic folklore.