#until we are ready and willing to cross it together

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Ter stop talking over and making decisions for Dee challenge 2k24. Y'all ain't even friends at this point you're just the annoying coworker go away

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She’s WHOSE daughter?? || LN4

lando norris x webber!reader

summary: After finding out who your father is, Lando needs some time for himself to think about everything. Oscar is more than willing to help make things right between you.

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Part 4

dad: What’s going on with you and Lando?

You: What do you mean?

dad: Your Instagram

dad: And I saw you in the paddock together

dad: That hug looked a little too intimate for friends

You swallowed hard before turning your phone off, chosing to ignore the messages and focus on Lando who just walked back into the garage, the debrief was done.

"We gotta talk", he stated, pushing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

You nodded, wanting to follow him back up to his driver’s room when suddenly an all too familiar voice called your name.

"Y/n, don’t you think you should introduce us?", your father asked, sitting at one of the tables with Oscar’s parents. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at your father’s teasing. Lando and him knew each other, obviously they’ve seen each other quite a few times in the paddock, especially because he was Oscar’s manager.

"Y/n, sweetheart, how are you doing?", Oscar’s mum asked with a genuine smile, making a small smile appear on your face as well as you replied.

"I’m good, thank you."

Lando eyed you from the side as you stepped closer to your father.

"Dad, Lando. Lando, my dad", you dryly spoke. Lando’s eyes went from you to your dad, giving him a small smile and a nod before looking back at you. "If you excuse us but we have to go", you said, waving at Oscar’s parents and turning your back to the table.

You waited on the couch while Lando closed the door to his driver room.

"Why didn’t you tell me?", he immediately questioned, leaning against the locked door. "I never tell people about my father because it happened too often that they weren’t there for me but for him", you started, fiddling with your hands.

"Not me and I thought you would have figured that. I knew your father, I’ve met him a few times", Lando argued. "What was I supposed to say, Lando?", you raised your voice a little. "We met in Bahrain but didn’t have much contact after that until this week, I couldn’t just go like 'Oh and by the way Mark Webber is my dad'!"

"You could’ve told me", he muttered quietly. "You could’ve told me in Bahrain when I asked about how you know Daniel or at the beach when I asked about your dad’s work."

"It just never felt right", you tried to defend yourself. "Bahrain was just too early and at the beach I sort of panicked, I don’t know", you muttered, realizing you really didn’t know why you haven’t told him until now.

"I need some time", Lando said after a few moments. You nodded and watched as he unlocked the door, leaving the room and probably the track for the day.

*~**~*

"So, what made Lando storm out of here like that?", your dad asked when you gathered yourself and finally made your way downstairs.

"I don’t wanna walk about it", you grumbled, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Just then Oscar walked down the stairs, his eyes widened when he spotted you. "Princess, I’m sorry! I really am!", he immediately said, walking closer to you.

"I didn’t know that he didn’t know but I should have known and I’m sorry", your best friend apologized and wrapped you in a hug. "Don’t be, Oscar. It’s my fault anyway. I should’ve told him. I don’t know why I didn’t", you muttered, your voice sounding muffled from being pressed into Oscar’s shoulder.

"Still. I feel bad", he huffed, pulling back from the hug to look at you. "Where is he?"

You shrugged and looked away from Oscar. "I don’t know, probably went back to the hotel", you replied. "Mark how long do you plan on staying because I could take Y/n back to her hotel", he then turned to your father.

"Oh, I was actually just waiting for her", your dad replied, standing up from the table. "You ready?"

You nodded and turned around to Oscar’s parents, saying goodbye and telling them to meet again tomorrow at the race.

Oscar gave you another tight hug before waving at your dad and letting the two of you go.

"You ready to go as well?", Lily asked, grabbing his hand. Oscar nodded. "Yeah but I need to make a quick stop somewhere before we go home."

*~**~*

Just thirty minutes later, Oscar knocked on the door of one of Hilton’s hotel rooms.

"What on earth are you doing here? I thought you sleep at home", Lando muttered when he opened the door and saw his teammate standing there.

"Let me in?", Oscar just asked, lifting one eyebrow. Lando nodded silently and took a step to the side to let Oscar enter the room.

"She’s really sorry", he spoke as soon as the door had closed. Lando shut his eyes and crossed his arms. "Please, Oscar-"

"She knows she screwed up and said herself she doesn’t actually know or have reasons why she didn’t tell you", Oscar ignored his teammates protest. "She’s never been good with trusting people, so many having screwed her over just to get a chance to meet her dad-" "But I know her dad-" "And that left scars", Oscar continued. "She went into panic mode when you asked about her dad. She never likes being associated with him. She loves him to death but hates it when someone brings him up when talking about her achievements, or in general, when talking about her. She doesn’t just want to be Mark Webber’s daughter but her own person and she really really likes you!"

Lando stayed silent for a moment.

"Talk to her, please?", Oscar then quietly asked, searching for anything in Lando’s eyes that would give him some sort of confirmation.

The British driver blinked a few times, uncrossed his arms and took a deep sigh. "I will, tomorrow", he muttered, bringing a smile to Oscar’s face.

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Getting Together

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regulus black x potter!reader universe

word count: 1.4 k

note: been sitting on this for a while lol

takes place during the marauders 6th year and Reg's 5th

Sat criss-cross on the bathroom counter, Y/n held her hair out of her face in a make/shift ponytail while she finished her eyeliner, Sirius was sat on the toilet lid while he waited for his turn with the girl’s eyeliner.

The gang™ was getting ready for a Hufflepuff party, they may be kind and hard-working students but damn that house could party. 

“I probably won’t stay long, I've got a tummy ache.” “Well, I’m sure Remus would be willing to come back here with you.” – “What about Remus?” James said, walking into their shared bathroom to brush his teeth before the party (planning to kiss Lily, though he will most likely fail once again)

“Nothing.” Y/n said casually before going back to her eyeliner, hitting her brother’s hand out of the way of opening their mirror cabinet. 

James asks, with his mouth full of toothpaste and his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, “Are we balding?” 

“‘We’?” She looked at him through the mirror and planned to tell him how thick-headed he sounded, but got distracted by her small bald spot. “Wait- do you’ve the same?” “Yeah,-” “I think it’s just our hairlines.” “You think?” 

Sirius may have a brother but, much to his own dismay, never had that sibling dynamic with Regulus, they loved each other but due to their upbringing they showed their love quietly. So he always found James and Y/n’s back and forth moments as foreign as the rest of the boys did since neither Peter or Remus had siblings.

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The group of five entered the Hufflepuff common room, James immediately went to the drinks, dragging Remus with him, while Sirius dragged Peter and the girl with him to the dance floor. The two others eventually brought the rest their own cups, Y/n danced but it felt like whenever she looked up she noticed her newest roommate.

This past summer break Sirius and Regulus run away and have since been living at the Potter’s, which both twins were relieved about, they knew about the Blacks. 

Regulus was nursing his drink while leaning against the fireplace, his long fingers wrapped around the cup, mumbling some sarcastic comment to Barty, until they linked eyes through the room full of wasted students. Though it felt like it broke as fast as it formed when Sirius tapped her on the shoulder and informed her of the girl Peter was about to ask to dance, pushing him aside she began to fix Peter’s hair by brushing pieces out of his face and flattening his shirt.

“Go get ‘er, Pete!” “Okay.” She laughed at his awkwardness. Peter could always make her laugh, though that could be said about all the boys, Peter had the type of humour that even he himself didn’t know when he was being funny and the biggest laughs came when he wasn’t trying.

Overall the party went well, Sirius didn’t leave too long after that interaction, Remus going with him for whatever fake reason he gave this time, Pete ending up leaving with that girl, and James after not winning over Evans yet again, went back to the dorm no doubt unknowingly interrupting a moment between Sirius and Remus. 

But Y/n couldn’t bring herself to go back to the dorm just yet, she liked the fresh air and the time away from the boys. It was when she went farther down a trail for a smoke that she saw the black-headed boy she’s grown to know well after the summer.

“Hey, Reg.” “Hello.”

Regulus was just getting comfortable around her when school came around again, one of the many reasons it took so long to be comfortable around the older girl was since he could remember he had liked her. The summer after Sitius’ first year he showed Reg some pictures of his new friends, and the second he saw Y/n he was gone.

The girl walked closer to the bench Regulus was sitting on and sat herself next to him, neither’s eyes leaving their view of the black lake for more than a couple seconds.

“My brother and your friends just abandoned you?” “Sirius went back to the dorm, had a stomach bug and Renus went with him an-” “Those two finally?” “How’d you know about that?” “Sirius is my brother and I know him rather well.” “I guess you do… Want-?” She gestured for him to grab her cigarette, he shook his head ‘no’ which was an uncommon answer around here, but it sorta made sense that Regulus wouldn’t, she supposes he’s proper that way. 

“So what about your friends?” “Pandora doesn’t really do parties, and I’m sure Barty and Evan are off somewhere.” “Well I’m glad we both got abandoned.” She looked up to face the crescent moon, not thinking too hard about how Regulus would interpret her words. She liked when he did. All summer she had made comments like that one, she enjoyed the blush that would rise to the tips of his ears.

“Why’s that?” “I like being with you.” The boy’s head shoots up from it staring at the grass beneath their feet to look at her beside him. 

“Y-you do?” “Yeah!...” Her pause made Regulus assure that he read that ‘being with you’ thing wrong, because of course she wouldn’t date him; she’s a year older, the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen, as well as the nicest. But in actuality, Y/n has been trying to hint that she likes Regulus since the beginning of the summer. Yet the boy was most oblivious to people truly caring about him, he didn’t believe it possible; that only made her want to show him even more.

“Reg, I really like being with you..” She said, expectantly, enunciating every word to get it through his self-loathing skull. It was when she raised her eyebrows at him that it hit him, he was not imagining it. Not at all. 

“Really? Me?” “Yes.” “Oh… I did not expect that.” Whether it was meant to be said out loud or not, it made Y/n laugh so Regulus was thankful he did, he liked her laugh. Still unmoving, Y/n makes the first move yet again.

She grabbed the end of his Slytherin tie, twirling it between her finger tips before grabbing it in a fist to pull the younger boy in. Her lips covered his own, gently they moved together, her hand went to his and placed them on her waist and then hers went to the side of his neck, all while holding her cigarette in the other. The taste of said cigarette lingered in her mouth adding to the addicting taste of her and her almost gone strawberry lip gloss.

Finally pulling back, both slightly out of breath, they took a moment to gather themselves. The Potter girl took a final drag before putting it out with her heel.

“I gotta get going, Reg.” “Oh-” “If you're free after classes tomorrow I’d love to meet back here.. We could talk, or just be with each other.” “Yeah. I would really like that.” “Good. Okay, I’ve really got to go though, James gets worried when any of us stay out too late.” 

She waited a second before turning on her heels to begin her walk, though the sound of footsteps stopped her in her tracks and Regulus came up next to her, “As you mentioned it’s late, it would be the gentlemanly thing to do to walk you to your common room.” “Well gee, what a gentleman I’ve got on my hands.”

Their conversation flowed as they walked the long walk to Gryffindor Tower. And though they got plenty of time together Y/n couldn't help the slight disappointment when they arrived at the portrait hole.

“This is my stop.” “Yes.” “I don’t feel very gentlemanly now that you have to walk all the way to the dungeons now, why don’t I walk you?” “Then I would walk you back here and we would be in a terrible loop.” “The loops not so terrible if I’m spending the whole time with you.” 

If another student were to hear their conversation, see the love stricken grin on the girl's face, and the red face of Regulus they would most likely throw up from the sheer cheesy-ness. And to make matters for the state of the blush on his face worse, Y/n placed a soft peck on Regulus’ lips one last time.

“Now get outta her, I’m not allowed to let other houses hear the password, especially not snakes like yourself.” That sentence from just about any other Gryffindor would have offended him, but everything Y/n said felt like it came from a good place.

“Okay. Goodnight.” “Night, Reg.” She laughed out, due to his seriousness. She then held on to her word and didn’t say the password until he was out of ear shot, watching him as he left.

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horror film 🎞️ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

paige bueckers x horror movie fan!reader

warnings: public sex, fingering

word count: 2.1k

a/n: hey <3 this was a request, I hope I wrote this to your liking :) please let me know if you have any other requests <3

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For months you’ve seen trailers and you’ve gotten super excited for the release of the film, "Smile". You knew Paige can barely sit through Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, so even asking her to see an actual horror film wasn’t something you were planning on doing. 

After straightening your long dark hair and putting on a simple, comfy outfit consisting of one of short, black cropped tank top and a pair of sweatpants you walk out of your room to your living room of your shared dorm. You shared it with Paige and a few of her teammates, so when you walk into the room it’s filled with voices and laughter. Paige, who is sitting on the couch glances up from her phone and gives you a warm smile. She gets up and walks over to you and brings your hips closer to you. “Hi there, pretty.”, she says, grinning widely. “Hi there Paigey”, you reply, pecking her lips. She places a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling you closer to her in her arms. “What's up my sweet girl, you going out? Your hair is so nice.”, she says, reaching up to play with it. 

You debate telling her where you’re going because you’re afraid that she’ll want to come along and you didn’t want her to get scared. But, you couldn’t lie to save your life. “Just going to see a movie.”, you say, hugging her back. “Oh which one, let me get changed and we can go together, no need to go alone.”, she says, pulling away from you to go get changed. “P, it’s a horror film, it’s okay you don’t have to come, I just really wanted to see it, I don’t mind going alone.”, you say, in a reassuring tone. Paige turns around to face you and blinks a few times, you can tell she is trying to decide if she wants to come in her head. “Uhm, maybe we could see something else that’s not too scary you know, horror films have bad acting and it’s just really lame.”, she says, clearly wanting to spend the evening with you. 

KK shouts out from the couch, “AWE IS PAIGE AFRAID??”, giggling, very much trying to rile her up. Azzi joins in and decides to tease her as well, “It’s okay Paige if you’re scared, we can put some cocomelon on until Y/n get’s back.”, she jokes. Paige, competitive as she is, refuted back, “No I know the film is scary, I don’t want her getting scared you know.”, she says, crossing her arms. You laugh to yourself, you know her well enough but you decide to see how far she’ll go. 

Paige gets ready and you both head out, you driving in case the movie really shakes her up. You’ve seen reviews on the film since it came out a few days ago and you know it’s pretty terrifying. You stop at the nearest bulk barn, running in for a minute while leaving Paige in the car - as much as she tries to convince you to let her go in, you know she’ll take her sweet time. You get a few of her favorite snacks and put them in your bag so you can sneak it into the movie theater. Let’s be real, movie theater food is overpriced, and as a college student you weren’t willing to drop $100 knowing that you and Paige love your snacks. 

You drive over to the theater and Paige gets a blanket that she had put in the backseat to bring in and a plushie. She’s absolutely adorable, and you both know she is scared but you don’t mention it. It was clear enough she didn’t want to damage her ego in front of her teammates over a simple movie. She reaches for your hand as you walk towards the building, and you squeeze her hand to reassure her. “Paigey, I got some snacks for us and I got the tickets while I waited for you to change so all we have to do is scan.”, you tell her and she hums in response, probably nervous. 

The movie starts and you both sit in the back corner, away from most of everyone else. It’s semi packed, which isn’t surprising because it’s a bit later in the evening on a weekday, people have work or school in the morning so you were glad it wasn’t too packed.  

The usual movie advertisements start to play and you pass Paige her snacks, seeing her wrapped in the blanket she brought, shoes off and had taken advantage of the fact that the armrest could move up and she had her feet on your lap. She’s scrolling through her phone, still nervous and you decide to say something. “Paigey, come on you don’t have to sit through this, you won’t be able to sleep through the night.”, you tell her, concerned. She shakes her head, not taking her eyes off her phone. You feel your phone buzz a few times, and she’s going through your highlights on instagram and reliking all the photos in them. How cute. 

The movie begins and Paige is okay, until it starts to pick up. She had moved her feet off of you and was curled into a ball, hiding her face under the blanket. You set a hand on her knee, to give her a bit of comfort. A few jump scares later, she is hiding her head in your shoulder and you feel her body shaking a bit. You laugh, she chose this for herself but let her confidence overtake her. You rub her back gently, and the movie is about halfway finished when she looks genuinely terrified. 

“Paige, okay come here.”, you stand up and grab her shoes, leaving the rest of your stuff on the seats. To your dismay, those damn theater chairs flip up when you get up, suffocating all of your stuff. Paige, finding this funny giggles a bit, and you are glad that she took her mind off the film for a moment. You take her hand and lead her out of the screening room and to the bathroom. Once you both find an empty stall you go into it together and you pull her into your arms. “Paige.”, is all you say as she clings to you, and you rock side to side. It was a wholesome moment for the both of you, you usually don’t see her like this - but the fact that people are flushing the toilets around you slightly ruined it. 

You peck both of her cheeks, her nose, her forehead and then her lips and you can tell she is already feeling a bit better. “We don’t have to finish the film lovely, I can grab our stuff and we can go, would you like that?”, you suggest and Paige returns with a nod, staring at the floor. “No honey, it’s okay don’t be upset okay? I swear, I can see this film another time.”, you tell her, looking her in her pretty eyes to make sure she understands. She clears her throat, “Can I.”, she pauses and looks up to you. “Can I make it up to you perhaps, I don’t know it doesn’t sit right that you had to miss your movie so at least let me make it up to you.”, she tells you and you cup her cheeks. “No sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about anything okay?”, you tell her, not knowing what she was even referring to. Before you know it, she's getting down on her knees and playing with the strings on your sweatpants. Looking up at you for your approval, you pause. “Paige really, it’s alright.”, you try to reason with her, you didn’t want to force her to do something especially when she was just having a rough time. “It’ll take my mind off the movie mamas, I like seeing my pretty girl get weak under my touch and I like tasting you. It’s so much more sweet than the candy.”, she says, whispering. 

Considering that you were talking pretty normally beforehand in the washroom , you are surprised she decided to speak quieter, but it would be pretty embarrassing to get caught like this. You agree with her, and let her do her thing. 

Paige pulls down your sweatpants, letting them pool at your feet. She gently grabs your hips, pushing your back against the stall. She begins to run her hands against your now naked thighs, and you shiver. How is it April and the air conditioning is on like it is mid-July? Paige lifts your tank top up just over your belly button and places warm kisses against you. Suddenly, all that you need is her touch. She makes her way to your underwear, plays with the pastel pink lace and lovingly runs her tongue against your clothed clit. You feel yourself shiver a bit and she reaches for your hand, holding it softly. She uses her other hand to slide down your lace underwear, pooling at your feet along with your sweatpants now. She takes this as an opportunity to slide a finger between your folds, feeling the pool of wetness that occurred to all of her gentle advances. Her lips meet your clit, and you feel yourself buck your hips due to the lack of touch. You and Paige haven’t fucked in a while, it’s been hard since all of your roommates are in the off season and all enjoy rotting in the house. Every time you tried something, you were always interrupted. So this, this is what you need. 

Paige begins to suck slowly on your clit, and you use the hand that isn’t holding her’s to cover your mouth to quiet yourself. You are starting to feel glad that she didn’t listen to you earlier when you had told her she didn’t have to do this. You let yourself unravel under her touch, you let her do her work as she makes you closer and closer to finishing, dipping her tongue into you whilst looking up at you, in your eyes. You could barely take it, she was doing so well. You loved being talked through it, but this was different. The fact that anyone could catch on and figure out what the two of you was driving you over the edge. Paige has switched from using her tongue in you, to curling 3 fingers into your dripping wet cunt. You start to panic and the wet noises become too loud, but you couldn’t control it - it was all of her doing. Paige, no longer looking distressed like she did earlier, looked so hot. Cheeks flushed pink, hair in a messy ponytail so it didn’t get in her way and her lips glistening with your wetness. The two of you couldn’t help smiling at each other as you were reaching your high. 

You feel yourself getting closer and you finally get that familiar feeling in your stomach as Paige is slowly fucking you with her long fingers. Her nails are fairly short, but  since it has been a while they’ve grown out a bit more than usual and you could feel them inside you and it felt absolutely heavenly. You needed to cum, you had to, it's been too long since the last time you had the chance to. You grip her hand and try to move it away, you were going to be loud no matter how hard you tried. Paige, looking back at you, took out her fingers, and finished you off with her tongue. Before you knew it, you had finished on her face and gasp left your lips. Paige had the most goofy grin on her face, knowing that she was able to do this for you.

You finally calmed down and reached down for some toilet paper, and cleaned her face for her and she helped you pull up your bottoms, and when she finally stood she kissed you. It was so loving, not as needy as she had made you earlier. “Paigey, you did so well.”, you tell her, rubbing her nose against her’s. You feel her smile against your lips when you kiss her again, and she holds your hand as you leave the stall to retrieve your stuff. 

You both end up giggling, seeing everyone leaving the screening room, knowing the movie was over. Paige calls out from behind you, as you are walking up the steps to get your stuff, ‘Please ma, don’t tell the team I got scared, it’ll make me look weak.”. You continue to giggle and pick up your stuff. “Sure P, whatever you say.”, you tell her, while passing her the blanket. “Maybe you should take Azzi and KK next time to see a horror film, because if I tag along, I will be expecting us to do this again mamas”, Paige says, poking your waist. You playfully push her and shake your head, “You know, that may not be a bad idea P.”

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MAKE YOU STAY / EDDIE DIAZ

PAIRING: Dark!Eddie Diaz x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Your attempt to leave Eddie won’t work, because he won’t let them, or you.

WARNINGS: Obsession, guilt trip, jealousy, possessiveness, sexual content, manipulation gaslighting & entrapment.

WORDCOUNT: 2.3K Words

A/N: Happy season 7 launch!! I got inspired slightly by @megalony and her new Dark Evan series go check it out!!

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

Life with Eddie use to be everything you could ever dream of. Whether it be slow mornings getting ready together, sharing a shower and helping Chris get ready. Or an absolute hurricane ripping through your home whilst the three of you stumble over each other to get ready after a sleep in.

No matter the time of day, you loved whatever you were doing, as long as they were by your side.

And Eddie’s protectiveness use to be just another aspect of your relationship you loved, until you opened your eyes.

It use to be small, his anger.

An incessant colleague reaching out for tips and aid in a new project, you being a senior member meaning it wasn’t uncommon for people to reach out to you. You were one of the best workers at the company, well respected and loved as well as brilliant. And always willing to help someone in need.

He use to love that about you. Until it followed you home.

Chris was currently at a friends house, leaving the two of you to an inside date night, “Now on what planet would I ever sit and watch four movies with the title ‘Die Hard’. You sure as hell can’t die that many times.” Eddie shook his head as you refilled each of your respective glasses.

“Sure you can, just ask Chimney.” You gasped before swatting Eddies arm, “Be nice! And put on our show.” The murmuring voices of your favourite characters was more than enough to lull you into his arms, content washing over you. Your ringing phone however, was ready to disturb the peace Eddie had longed for all day.

“Let me just grab this.” His hand scooped your phone up before you could, “Just get it later.” His dismissive tone made you frown, “Give me my phone, please.” You leaned over to snatch it, walking into the hallway. Eddie couldn’t help but massage his temple, did you seriously chose a phone call over peace and quiet in his arms?

He hadn’t noticed how often you picked up your phone, until it interrupted him. It happened often. When the two of you were cooking together, soft music and ambience long forgotten. Almost falling asleep, cuddling, and out of the blue the world was falling apart without you. Eddie thought he could handle it, you were needed, that wasn’t your fault, right? But what he also couldn’t handle was the secretive nature.

Why did you always walk away? Were you hiding something?

And now you were coming home later, clanging into the house at 11, or 12. Sometimes even later. “Where were you?” Eddie stood by the door as you hung your jacket, “Jesus, you scared me E.” His arms were crossed, shoulders tense as you made your way to him, a smile too wide for his liking. “Work ran late, m’ sorry.” As you walked away, his hand caught onto your wrist.

“Ow, let go.” Eddies grip loosened as you retracted your arm, soothing it, “What is your problem?” You looked up to view a sweet smile, “Nothing, just worried about you. When you didn’t call, I got so scared. This world, it’s scary Y/n, you know that, especially during these times.”

Your eyes watered involuntarily at his saddened demeanour, “Oh Eddie, I’m so sorry, I should’ve called. That’s my fault, forgive me?” Your arms came around his neck, before trailing down to his chest, playing with his name tag. “I forgive you, I can also think of a way you can make it up to me.”

His smile was mischievous, and intentions impure. “Oh? And what would that be Mr Diaz?” His hand was heavy on your back and slithering lower by the second, “I think we have an appointment with a bed tonight.”

“I have work tomorrow, so do you.”

“Cmon, for me?” His eyes were pure evil, and you were more than happy to give in, even if you were tired. Really damn tired, but he wanted you, so you should give in right? You did give him a fright. “Take me away Diaz.”

If you’d noticed the signs earlier, maybe you could’ve gotten away. His jealousy, when it did rear its head, was an ugly shade of green.

A late night, again.

Eddie had been by the door for 10, sitting for 20, pacing the kitchen and stress-eating for another 10 before he finally settled into bed. Wide awake of course. The opening of his bedroom door caused him to stir. He watched as you slowly moved around, placing your stuff away, putting your phone on charge and then changing.

He sat upright as you yelped, “Eddie! You scared me, again! Why are you sitting in the dark?” His face was drained of warmth, skin cold to the touch. “Was waiting for you, again.” You frowned at his words, “Baby, you know I’m late these days. Better for you to go to sleep than wait up.” He shook his head, burying his head into your stomach as his body relaxed. Your hands raked through his hair gently, “I think you should consider working from home.”

Your hands stopped in their tracks, working from home? The last time you worked from home was during lockdown, and you’d driven yourself half mad. “Why is that?” Eddie glanced up at you, “You’re barely home, Chris misses you, I miss you. Don’t you want to be with us?” You took a deep breath in before smiling, “Of course I do. I- I’ll see what I can do baby.”

His hands quickly dragged you into bed, “Knew you’d understand amor.” Eddie rested his head in the crook of your neck, his hands slowly making their way underneath your shirt.

“Sweetie, I’m tried.”

“I missed you.” You relented, letting him continue. It seemed to be all you were doing these days, bending backwards and over to please him, literally.

The first time you noticed his behaviour was also when you realised you needed space. Not that he’d give it to you. A new coworker, Harry, had invited not only yourself, but your friend Aleya and Jack out to lunch.

He was a nice guy, very eager to learn and never scared by a little constructive criticism. The only problem was probably his overbearing cologne, very pungent? Intense?

You’d also been driven to work that day, courtesy of your boyfriend. You were working shorter days now, completing about an hour or two of work at home now. It had taken some adjusting, after a few forgetful days and about a million texts from Carla with an impatient Chris at home waiting for you.

You spotted Eddies truck pull up as you wrapped up your conversation with the your three lunch goers, “And that’s me, I’ll see you guys on Monday. Thank you so much for lunch!” You reached out to Aleya for a side hug, the same for Jack and a normal hug for Harry. “Tell Eddie there’ll be a fire at my house later tonight, and he better bring Evan!” Jack joked as you waved him off.

Jack may or may not have a huge crush on Evan.

You hopped in, quickly chucking your purse and files into the back seat before kissing Eddie on the cheek. “Hi! How was Chris’s school?” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, “Fine.” Your eyebrows furrowed at his shortness, “Something wrong?” He turned onto the highway, knuckles tightly gripping the wheel, “You smell like him.”

“Like who? Harry?”

“That his name?”

You rolled your eyes, “No, it’s actually his father’s, middle name Jesus. Care for some wine Eddie?” Not once, had Eddie ever been physical. But raising his voice? Oh that was fair game.

“You think you’re funny huh? Having lunch with other guys and taking the piss outta me?”

“Nothing happened baby, it was lunch. He’s new and trying to fit in and I’m being nice. There’s nothing to worry about I swear.” The silence permeated in the truck, causing the hair on your arms to raise. You hated the silent treatment wholeheartedly.

“Whatever.”

His change in demeanour could flip like a switch, you always assumed it was him putting up a front. But when Eddie showed up the next day, flowers in hand and looking his sharpest, you were forced to reevaluate. “God I wish my boyfriend was that sweet.” Your project partner whispered as you sighed, “That’s Eddie.”

Even your boss wanted you to go with him, “Take the day off sweetie, you deserve it.” And with a pat on the back and a million swooning interns drooling over Eddie, you were sent on your way.

“I got these for you Y/n/n.” Your favourite flowers, arranged perfectly and smelling divine. Your hands wrapped around the bouquet, “Thank you Eddie, they’re perfect.” His smile caused your heart to race, he looked amazing. The Eddie with you that day was incredible.

His infectious laughter, perfect smile and the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear. That, was the Eddie Diaz you knew and loved. A gentleman, who had eyes for only you. Which is why you couldn’t help but wonder, what made him change? How was it possible to go from absolutely furious and unnecessarily jealous to an angel?

You didn’t want to know, and you didn’t want to stay around long enough to find out.

Maybe it was the date, or the fact that you felt as if he deserved an explanation face to face. Either way, if you’d known better, you would have made it away.

“Eddie, we have to talk.” The two of you were currently sitting on the couch, favourite show playing in the background. Eddie hummed along, a slight acknowledgment to your words. “It’s, about us.” Eddie turned the volume down, your sentence piquing his interest.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think, we should break up.”

And with six words, Eddies entire world came crashing down in front of him. What on earth were you talking about? “What did you say?” The smile on Eddies face was anything but sweet or reassuring, a bad attempt at keeping his composure. “You’ve been acting, odd, to say the least.” You stood from the couch as he followed in pursuit, all the way to the kitchen.

“I feel like, all that we’re doing lately is either fighting or sleeping. Every time I come home, you have something to say. Whether it’s about my later nights, about who I was with or what I’m doing on the phone. It’s like I have no privacy at all. I cannot keep a single thing to myself. And if I try to? You blow up at me. I mean last week for example, I tried my hardest to not argue with you by walking away. And all you did was follow me around the house, it drove me crazy. Showing up to my workspace when I tell you I can get more done without random lunch dates. I’m a grown adult but you treat me like a child. And if I stand up for myself I’m cheating. It makes no sense at all Eddie. And I tried to make it work, but I feel like you’re controlling me. I even reduced my hours, because you asked. I moved in even when I wasn’t ready, because you asked. I need a break.” You took a deep breath after your monologue, needing a second.

Turning towards Eddie, he stared straight at you. “I had no idea you felt that way baby. I’m so sorry, I never meant to do any of it. I love you so much, I can’t help but worry. After everything we’ve been through with Shannon,” And there it was, the guilt. It was blinding, clawing its way through you. Shannon. He’d already lost someone he loved, and Chris lost his mother. No wonder he was always to protective over you.

“Hey, I’m not leaving like Shannon okay? What happened was a tragic accident, and I promise nothing like that is going to happen again Eddie.” You immediately engulfed in a hug, his head resting against yours, “I don’t want to loose you, I don’t want Chris to loose you.” Eddie muttered repeatedly as you closed your eyes.

Chris walked into the room, thirsty, tired and curious, “Is something wrong?” You immediately detached yourself from Eddie, wiping away your tears, “Nothings wrong sweetie, did you need something?” He nodded before turning around and walking to his room, “We’ll talk later yeah?” Eddie whispered into your ear before moving ahead.

Sniffles came from underneath Christopher’s blanket, “You alright buddy?” Eddie asked, patting his hair down, “Water.” You watched as Eddie swiftly made his way to the kitchen whilst you sat down, “You need anything else?” Chris’s hand slowly lowered the blanket before smiling your way, “No thanks mum.”

And as quickly as he spoke, he turned over to sleep again. Your eyes were probably protruding out of your head, shock filling your senses. “Mum?” The word sounded foreign on your lips, but apparently comfortable enough on Chris’s.

“He called you mum.” Eddies voice was low, most likely as astounded as you based on the look on his face. You got up slowly, aware of the sleeping boy. You couldn’t help but smile, and kiss his forehead before making your way to Eddie. “I can’t believe it.” Eddies hand came up to wipe away the stray tears before pulling you in and kissing your forehead, “I can.”

“You’re apart of this family baby, always have been.” His words seeped in as he guided you to your bed, whilst you were stuck on autopilot. Chris viewed you as a parent to him, that’s how common you were in his life now, a constant for him to fall back on. He loved you, almost as much as you loved him. Your words weren’t forgotten just swirling in your head, how the hell could you ask for a break now? With this new huge responsibility?

Eddie knew, of course he knew. He was the one encouraging Chris to call you by your new name. Because if there’s one thing Eddie knew he needed, besides Chris?

It’s you, and he’d do anything to make you stay.

[suhkusa]

EGOIST 13.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. plot, feelings, comfort if you squint

A/N. uh oh

-> MASTERLIST.

The ride home is as silent as it was on the way there. You don’t bother trying to fake-sleep to avoid conversation, as conversation never bothered to occur.

Your eyes are locked on the window, watching as the colors of the outside blur together into one. 

It’s hard to reflect on what happened last night, because you don’t even know what came over you. You want to forget it all, but sadly, the one time where you wish you were drunk enough to forget, you weren’t. Which makes it all the more confusing, because you could’ve stopped it. You had enough awareness, control. You just didn’t.

You don’t like Atsumu. Not romantically anyways. Though, after his apology, it felt like you were finally ready to move past everything that occurred. No, you didn’t forgive him, but there was too much on your mind to dwell on things that occurred in high school or months ago. 

Cordial and mutual was all you were willing to offer Atsumu. At least until last night. Boundaries that shouldn’t have been crossed, were definitely crossed. And you’d have to make a mental note to not let that occur again.

The car finally pulls up to the Jackal’s facility. The boys are in the middle of practice when the two of you walk in. You’re greeted by many questions and smiles. You can cry at how happy you are to be back home in familiar territory.

“Y/N,” Coach Foster intervenes with a welcoming smile, “We’ll talk about how the experience was later, but for now I need you to run some errands,”

You smile nervously before grabbing a clipboard from your bag, back to work you go.

———

You’re exhausted when practice ends. Having to come back from a two day trip and get back straight to work definitely took a toll on you. You gather the notes you’ve taken from the videos and leave your office before dropping by Foster’s.

“Here ya go, Coach,” you smile.

“Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he replies before getting back to clicking on his computer.

You wave goodbye before closing the door and exiting. 

“Y/N!” A voice calls. 

You weren’t so sure if you were really ready to talk to Atsumu, but you had no choice now.

“Hey,” you greet, tugging your bag to readjust it onto your shoulder.

“I’ll walk you out,”

“No, you don’t have to-” 

“I insist,” he smiles. 

You give him a slight nod before going on your way, him right beside you.

“I’m sorry about last night, I know you were drunk but I don’t want shit to be weird between us or anything,” Atsumu says with a genuine tone.

“No yeah, it’s alright. We can put it past us,” you want to put it past you, “don’t worry about it,”

Atsumu nods at that.

The rest of the way is silent but somewhat comforting. When the two of you get to your car, he helps you load your bags in.

“I’m sorry about what happened with Gora,” he catches you off guard with that, “if you ever need to talk to anyone about it, I’m here,”

“Oh, alright. Thanks,” is all you manage to work out, albeit awkward.

He waves you off as you enter your car and drive back home. 

It felt like there was so much your brain had to unpack. But so little you actually wanted to think about. 

You were on autopilot on the way home, you only snapped out of your head when you reached your parking spot. 

Hauling all your bags into your place, you let out an overdue sigh before collapsing onto your couch. Your body nearly melted into the cushion. It was only 2 or 3 days, but you’ve never been more happy to be home.

A ping from your phone interrupts your comfiness, you nearly curse whoever texted you until you realize it was Sakusa.

Kiyoomi [9:36]: how was the trip?

You [9:36]: it was okay, got to meet lots of ppl tho

Kiyoomi [9:38]: yeah i went last year, it’s not that fun

You [9:39]: no ya but i mean it was technically work for me so

Kiyoomi [9:39]: lol at least you weren’t at practice, it was hell

You [9:40]: really?? sucks ha

Kiyoomi [9:43]: mhm

You think back on the night with Atsumu. You wonder what it would’ve been like if instead of him, it was someone else-

Kiyoomi [9:47]: anyways ill see you tomorrow, goodnight

You were so lost in thought you forgot to respond, nonetheless you type out a quick goodnight text before turning your phone off. 

Gathering every bit of strength in your body, you muster up the energy to pull yourself up and make your way to your bedroom.

As the playoffs grow closer, you can feel anxiety pulling at your heart. There was nothing you could do except sleep it off and hope for the best. 

———

There was approximately one more week before the match that determined whether or not MSBY would make it to championships. During every practice, you could feel everyone on their toes. Tense and nervous.

Even so, it felt like Atsumu was staring at you way more than often. Way more. Even when you weren’t making eye contact, you could feel like there were holes being burnt into your head. Did he need to tell you something? Or was he just keen on making you feel uncomfortable?

After a couple practice rounds, the coach called for a water break. The boys gathered around you to grab their water bottles. 

You watched as they stood around and chattered, using towels to wipe off the sweat beads collecting on their foreheads.

“Y/N,” 

You turned around to find the voice who called you,

“Oh hey,” you greet the blonde.

“Did you get back home safely last night?” he asks before taking another big gulp of water.

“Mhm,” you turn back to your clipboard, remembering to take down some notes from the matches earlier.

“That’s good,” 

Before he’s able to continue with whatever he was going to say, Sakusa walks up to you.

“Were you able to catch anything wrong with the new technique I was using?” 

Turning your attention away from him, you went on to discuss with Kiyoomi what he needs to improve on, leaving Atsumu in the dust.

After that, he’d start to talk to you whatever chance he got. Even if it was a small “hey” or “thanks” in passing. Sometimes he’d get ballsy and start a full-blown conversation. 

If that wasn’t enough, he’d text you everyday, every night, whenever he possibly could. Whenever you’d answer at least.

It felt like whenever you’d try to put walls up between you and Atsumu, there was always something that brought them back down. And while you always told yourself that you’d never let him in, it began to feel like he somehow just broke in and made himself at home.

And while it happened against your will, it doesn’t feel like you want to complain about it.

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[anemonelovesfiction]

14~ Makeup Sex

Aged Up! Ao’nung x Sully! Omatikaya Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Ao’nung being a jerk but asking reader for forgiveness, Fingering, eating out, Pathetic grinding in sand

Not Proofread

MDNI 🔞

Something else here

Word count: 1.6k

“Why should I forgive you?” I asked him with my arms crossed along my chest, my own anger had been radiating off of my body as he had the audacity to pull me away from my family for a stupid half assed apology, at this point I didn’t Even want to be near him as I was tempted to smack the ever-living-shit out of him, but it had been my own fault for wanting to be the nicer person to be willing to hear him out, although at this moment I wish I hadn’t been gracious enough to have done that.

“Because what I said was a mistake, I was wrong for saying everything I said and I regret it, I’m hoping you can forgive me.” He spoke in a gentler tone than the one he was usually using around myself and my family, making my heart ache slightly as I could sense his genuine self beginning to show, but the fury I’d been feeling was winning as I looked up at him, my voice strong before stating the following.

“Why, so you can say that a four-fingered freak accepted your fake apology and how naive I was for doing so?” I asked as I threw the insult I’d heard him say back at him, letting him know I wasn’t going to let it slide that easily, what he said had really hurt my feelings, and I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it anymore.

“I should not have said those words to describe you.” He stated quickly.

“You shouldn’t have used those words at all!” I stated angrily as I uncrossed my arms as I let them hang toward my sides, my heart burning at this moment as I thought about slapping him, but refusing from causing anymore problems between ourselves and the reef clan.

“It is why I am apologizing to you as well.” He stated rather sternly and it piques my interest as my ears perk up at his choice of words, my eyes going over toward his, as a means to find if this were part of some ruse.

“As well?” I asked in a softer voice as he nods.

“I have apologized to Kiri, Neteyam, and Lo’ak but needed to work up the courage to speak with you.” He stated in an even toned voice and for a second I could sense how genuine he was being, but another part of me didn’t want to believe he could be so sincere, I squint my eyes as I stare at him, eyeing him up and down before settling to look past him.

I click my tongue at my own frustration, and partial disbelief at his apology, but there were moments that we would spend when he would use this tone of voice with me whenever nobody was around. We had been together for a little while and he’d never given me a reason to dislike him, until his comments were shared about how mine, my brother, and my sister had four fingers when no other Na’Vi did.

“Show me.” I stated rather boldly as I finally bring myself to look into his eyes again. I could see the confusion swimming in his aquamarine’s as he looks back at me, even in the moonlight he looked as handsome as ever, and I hated that I still felt this way toward him even after he hurt me.

“Show you-“ He trails off at the end, unsure of what to say or how to respond to what I had proposed, his confusion evident in his tone as well.

“Show me how sorry you are.” I stated as I recrossed my arms, quirking up a hairy brow as I stared up at him. It was at this moment that I realized a shiny coating on his bruise, likely a salve his sister or his mother had placed on his bruise in an attempt to help it heal quicker. I ought to thank Lo’ak again for having mine and Kiri’s with how quick he was to defend us.

“Come with me.” He stated rather quickly as he extends his hand for me to take, I look down at his hand and back at him, ready to take a quick jab at him for wanting to hold a freak’s hand but I bit my tongue as I extended my own hand toward his. He grasps my hand gently and turns quickly.

_________

I planted another kiss onto her neck as I made my way down toward the skin of her shoulder, playfully nipping, hearing the sweetest of melodies being released from between her lips, I continued making my way down her shoulder and onto her collarbones.

“You’re such a tease,” She rebuts, I lifted my head off her collar bones to give her a smile, hoisting my body up in a quick action to plant a kiss on her cheek, kissing down on her chest once more, between the valley of her breasts and onto her stomach, beginning to admire the beautiful tanhì glowing in the night.

I kiss two of them and hear her gasp as goosebumps fill her stomach, I couldn’t deny myself any longer and settled myself between her legs, my body had been between them, gently prying them open, my hands had carefully placed themselves onto the plush skin of her thighs, pushing them further apart as the most arousing smell flurries up my nose and I could feel myself beginning to drool.

However ramped up I had been to eat her out I had to remember I was doing this for her, not for myself, I leaned down and take a big whiff of her cunt, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I commit the scent to memory, bringing my tongue from the confines of my mouth and licking a fat stripe onto the lips of her cunt, hearing her gasp quickly.

I’d taken notice of the fingers on her hand sinking deeper into the sand of the beach we were currently on, how dumb I must have been to have made fun of her for something she couldn’t control, something so alien yet part of who she was.

I take a second to lick a second stripe onto her cunt, assuring I added more pressure onto her closed flower and tasting the slightest bit of nectar reaching my tongue, not knowing she would have tasted this sweet, digging my tongue back down into her and greedily pushing deeper to taste her once more, groaning incessantly I hot the treasure trove and dip my tongue into her slit past her hole.

“Ao’nung!” She stated in a shocked voice as one of her thighs smushes onto my face in an attempt to close her legs on me, I groan in frustration as I pull her thighs far apart and spread her eagle, wanting to reprimand her from attempting to cut me off my supply but refusing to waste anymore time not tasting her.

I could only hold eye contact with her as my tongue delves deep into her, my tastebuds erupting in her flavor, seeing her bite her lip as a moan manages to slip past either way, feeling myself growing hard at her reaction, keeping my hands onto her thighs I take my tongue and swipe it up her slit, capturing her clit and giving it a flick of my tongue, feeling as her hips jerk away from my tongue only to be pushed back harder seconds later.

I slap her thigh gently in an attempt to let her know I didn’t want her to close her legs on me again.

“Okay,” She pants out in understanding and once I let go of her thigh I fear she’ll close her legs but am not greeted with her thigh smushing the side of my face and grow happy, rewarding her with two of my fingers inserting her cunt, ears flicking as she moans once they are placed in her.

I scissor my fingers to stretch her open and prepare her for my length and set a slow pace with them, her hips move on their own accord as she attempts to take in more of them at a faster pace and I hold back a chuckle at how greedy and impatient she is growing.

“Please go faster-“ She murmurs as I look up toward her, capturing her stare, watching as her own hands -seemingly in her control- reach up toward her own nipples, running her thumbs across the already hardened buds.

I set a faster pace with my fingers and hear another squeal emitted from her as I put myself to work, knowing this is exactly what she had wanted, feeling myself grind onto the sand beneath me in an attempt to feel some sort of relief from my hardened cock and not feeling anything but frustration.

“I’m coming,” She stated, my eyes travel up toward hers in time to see her eyes roll behind her head, her hands squeezing onto her breasts and her hips bucking as her walls spasm over my fingers, I kept my mouth on her and my fingers moving as I coaxed her orgasm out.

Her walls were slow to stop their rhythmic squeeze on my fingers, my licks ceasing as I finally take my mouth off of her and sigh, allowing myself to a big breath after a while of not breathing, waiting for her eyes to open, and once they do she’s staring at me.

“Do you forgive me now?” I asked as a blush spreads through my cheeks as my next question rises to my head.

“Yes, I forgive you,” she pants out as her body goes slack against the sand, her chest heaving as she attempt to catch her breath.

“Enough to suck me off?”

[ist4rgirlo]

────────── 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐜.𝐟

ONE SHOT !

they did say that when two people are meant to be together, they will eventually find a way back to each other. however, are you ready to open your heart again to a person who has broken it in the past?

SEQUEL TO : you’re losing me

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“They say that your first love never dies. You can put out the flame but not the fire”

It was true, for me atleast. I’d be lying if I said that I don’t love Conrad, because I do, I still do — no matter how much he had hurt me before, a piece of my heart is still beating for him.

Time, curious time

Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

It wasn’t easy to move on, he made me feel things — things that I never felt before. He was different, he just was.

For two years, I had done my best to put the past behind me, but still, I would often find myself thinking of Conrad and wondering what could have been.

Until one day, when an unexpected text message popped up on my phone. It was from Conrad, of all people. Confused but curious, I opened the message. The only thing that it said was 'Are you free today?’ Could he possibly still care about me, after all this time?

A string that pulled me

Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar

Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire

Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons

One single thread of gold tied me to you

I thought back to the words we had said to each other; the heartache that had been so painful that it had taken so long for me to move on. But still, here he was, wanting to see me. Was I willing to open my heart up to someone who had broken it so badly in the past?

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Conrad asked me if we could meet at the beach near Cousins. I dont know why why I said yes, maybe I wanted closure — maybe I wanted to hear his side.

I stood on the dock, the ocean air getting caught in my hair. Although the sun was out and the sky a brilliant blue,

I couldn't bring myself to take in the beauty of the day. I was too consumed with my thoughts, instead glancing around, distracted and flustered.

I saw Conrad — standing at the end of the shore, a better vision than the view of the ocean I had become accustomed to.

I swallowed hard as I stared into his eyes - the same eyes that had shattered my heart months ago. He looked different. Older, strong, different from the man I had said goodbye to all those months ago.

But there he was, standing in front of me, arms crossed — pain pierced through me like a hot knife as I remembered fond memories I shared with him. Memories that were now tarnished by the hurt he had caused me.

I took a deep breathe and stepped forward — walking towards him.

“Hey Conrad,” I said tentatively.

He looked up with surprise, then quickly looked away. “Hey y/n,” he muttered.

“It’s been so long huh?” Conrad asked. I looked at him before answering “Yeah, It has. I just want to get to the point already. Why did you want to see me?” I asked him.

His eyes met mine, filled with regret and longing. "I never stopped thinking about you," he confessed, his voice laced with raw emotion.

I listened, my heart warring between the past and the present. Memories flooded my mind - stolen kisses, whispered promises, and the crushing pain of betrayal. And yet, beneath it all, the flicker of what once was remained.

"You broke me," I replied, my voice steadying.

Conrad reached out to gently touch my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "Please, Y/n," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "What I did was fucked up, you didn’t deserve that — you didn’t deserve to be ignored, I-I should’ve paid more attention to you”

"I messed up, I admit it. I was a fool to let you go. I've regretted it every single day, and I wish I could turn back time and change things." He said, taking a step closer.

I blinked back tears, trying to resist the pull I felt towards him. "Conrad, it's not that easy. You hurt me so deeply, and I've spent so long trying to heal." I said, backing away from him.

"I know," he murmured, his voice cracked with emotion. "But I'm here now, and all I want is a chance to make things right, to prove to you that I've changed. I want to be better for you.”

His words tugged at my heartstrings, and I felt a glimmer of hope. Could we really find a way back to each other? Was it possible to rebuild what had been broken?

Time, wondrous time

Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies

And it's cool, baby, with me

The sound of crashing waves filled the silence between us, punctuating the weight of the moment. I looked into Conrad's eyes, searching for sincerity, I’m scared — scared of risking again. Scared of getting hurt again.

“I-I don’t know, Conn-“ I said looking down, he walked closer — his hands reaching for mine.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, just.. just let me love you. Let me be a better man for you.” he paused “I’ll wait for you”

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

I looked up at him, I saw the glint in his eyes — he was genuine, his voice sounded hopeful — his eyes filled with love. It wouldn’t hurt if I tried again right? maybe now, it’ll be right.

[atryoshka]

Frenchie and Izzy getting together would be genius and tbh I can't unsee it now

Love that Izzy and Frenchie actually have a lot in common on a deeper level that wasn't really apparent to me until s2 when we see how they deal with trauma in equal but opposite ways. We have Frenchie with his little box that allows him to straight up ignore the dark shit he's been through like it doesn't exist, happily eat some blood cake, and thinking that his death being given a clear deadline is a comfort. Then we have Izzy trying to stone face his way through having his body parts severed, just business as usual bc that's the pirate life and it won't change even though he's visibly holding back tears, and then accusing the crew of being too cowardly to kill him, actively inviting death bc he doesn't get why any of it even matters so keeping him alive is pointless.

What's interesting is that given the right circumstances, they could easily trade places, with Izzy being more lighthearted and Frenchie falling apart at the seams.

We've already seen signs of this with Izzy being much more chilled out after the crew made him the new unicorn, finding something in this terrible life that make him see them, and himself, in a more positive light. Like yeah, life is still filled with unimaginable horror, but now has a custom gold painted unicorn leg to trudge through it with, which is absolutely absurd but now he can't help but smile. So he decided his life is so unserious right now and you know what? A shark took his leg, end of story, here's a little wooden shark I made today just for fun lol. Frenchie on the other hand is still pretty relaxed despite everything that's happened so far, but I have a feeling that he was probably very similar to izzy in the past before he joined the crew of The Revenge. His past is pretty mysterious even with the little tidbits we get like him being in the service for bit. It doesn't sound like he was doing it for too long so the other things in his life that he doesn't talk about remain unknown, probably even to himself. The box exists so he can pretend any trauma he experiences doesn't even exist, unlike a fiction which still somewhat acknowledges that there was something that happened to him in a way he could accept. The truth is, he actually never moved on bc all the parts of his life that he's ignoring are still lurking inside him waiting to break out at anytime. I think when something accidentally triggers a memory he suppressed, we'll see a different side to him. Less chill, more shrewd survivalist, like when he and the others reunited with the revenge crew after being stranded at sea. He bounced back pretty fast after they got past the pinnata and cake standoff but it was interesting to see how ready he was to be violent and how untrusting he was of everyone's intentions in that context. He'd usually be much more chill and willing to fast talk his way out of a situation, even when he knows someone has bad intentions. (There's also probably something with religious trauma he's hiding but that's a whole other can of worms I won't get into. All I'll say is that combined with his very strong beliefs of the supernatural and grudging flippant way he does the cross symbol on himself when others do it, when they boarded the cursed ship, he was that only one to not step in the satanic circle before anyone even questioned what the strange lines even were. Did he immediately recognize it and consciously avoid it or was it gut reaction? Idk, but he sure as hell didn't speak up about it and just wearily watched the other step into it and draw their own conclusions. ) But getting back on track Honestly, their dynamic would be really interesting to explore in the show bc they could understand and care about each other in ways that would probably surprise them if given the opportunity to spend more time together on screen. tl;dr: All this to say that I fell down the rabbit hole after realizing that they are basically this meme, which has a lot of potential for so many hilarious and accidentally heartbreaking moments

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Heyyy what’s up?? Girl I’ve been reading ur stuff and I’m literally OBSESSED- I was wondering if you could do Apollo x Daughter of Hades reader? How Hades reacts to them being together, right after he find out about Nico and Will, and Apollo still tried to impress her dad? I think it’d be lowkey funny loll😭😭

AHHHH thank you babi!!!! I super appreciate it!! Hope you love :))

Your father is standing in the middle of your dingy apartment, greeting you with a soft expression until you bring Apollo out from behind you and his face falls into mild discomfort, like someone just implied he would look lovely in yellow.

Hades would look between the two of you, at your connected hands with a raised eyebrow and just sigh. He cannot stop Apollo from leaking into his children's lives apparently.

Apollo steps forth, holding quickly decaying peonies with a meek smile. "Uh," He looks down and notices the state of the flowers before lifting and stuffing them into Hades' crossed arms, "For you, Uncle."

Hades looks down with obvious disinterest and unfolds his arms, letting them fall to the ground. You cringe as your father raises his eyebrows at you.

"I've never had exceptionally high expectations of you, Y/n, but this," He juts a thumb out at your boyfriend who is gathering the crumpled plants frantically, "This is just disappointing."

You shrug, making a face between embarrassment and understanding, "Is it because he's Zeus' kid?"

"It's because he's quite possibly the most annoying god I know actually, besides his father."

Apollo drops the flowers and looks up from the floor with a frown, "Hey! I haven't even mentioned how you killed my kid!"

"This year, yes. You do love bringing up old news."

Apollo looks ready to pick a fight before you throw a hand over his mouth, tugging him back to your side and ignoring the growing warmth beside you.

"Right, anyway.." You start and Hades looks over at you. You can tell he's willing to accept Apollo as your lover because he wants you to be happy, but not with an overflowing amount of enthusiasm. "Should we just have dinner?"

You drop your hand from Apollo and Hades follows you into the kitchen, throwing a warning glance at his nephew before inquiring about your college midterms. Apollo stands in the living room where he's been left and decides that this can be a good experience before wondering if he could perhaps mention Asklepios one more time before the night ends.

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tacet discord matchmaker ! *ੈ✩‧₊˚ - where he more or less, accidentally confesses his love to you ⋆·˚ ༘ *

⇢ ˗ˏˋ characters: Jiyan

⇢ ˗ˏˋ readers gender not specified !

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important note: This is shorter than i wanted it to be, but I gotta post something! I'm also still trying to get used to writing for wuwa characters

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: Thank you guys for all the support!!

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Again and again, you tried your best to help in battle. Even if Jiyan repeatedly told you not too. You should probably listen to him, since he is the general and all, yet you can’t let him on the battlefield alone. You couldn’t stand seeing him fight out there alone. 

Not when you held him so dear to you, so no matter what he said to you, you weren’t willing to watch him fight without your help. It’s not like you couldn’t defend yourself. You were a resonator after all. 

Yet you made a tiny mistake. A tiny slip up was all it took for you to get hurt, and now you are sitting back at the camp. No matter how much you insisted you were okay, Jiyan ended up dragging you back to get you patched up.

“Alright I’m all fixed up now let’s go back-”, you jumped up from the mat you were sitting on, a silent attempt to prove that you were fine, and could keep going.

“No you’re staying here, you’re not going back on the battlefield with a still bleeding wound”, Jiyan pushed you back down on your shoulders while speaking. 

“Jiyan I swear I’m fine and I can keep going, it barely even hurts”, you stared up at him.

“I will follow you whether you want me to or not, so either we can head back together or I’ll go on my own”, you grinned at him like you just won. 

“I’ll have someone else keep an eye on you. You’re not going anywhere until that wound is fine again y/n”, Jiyan crossed his arms. 

“But-”

“No buts. I cannot let you get back out there. We have this conversation every single time y/n”, Jiyan was already ready to leave again. 

“Yeah we wouldn’t have this conversation every time if you would just let me help you out there, but you treat me like a child that can’t fend for themselves”, you leaned back against the wall in frustration, already thinking of a plan how to get out of here. 

“You know that that’s not true y/n. I just care about you and won’t let you tire yourself out extremely just so you can get what you want!”, this was already running out of control. 

“It’s not about me getting what I want Jiyan! Do you not see that I’m doing all this just-”

“Of course I see it!”

“Then why won’t you just let me help! Do you think I’m fucking weak? Do you think I can’t fend for myself! Am I a bother to you out there on the battlefield?!”, tears were starting to cling at the corner of your eyes, and you shot up to bore your finger into Jiyans chest. 

“What- no! None of those things are true and you know it!”, people around you have stopped in their tracks to watch you two argue. 

Anyone else would have been scared standing in front of Jiyan, with him right in front of you shouting right back at you. Not you though. Not when you have known this man since as long as you can remember. 

“Then what is your reason for always keeping me out and away from the battlefield huh?!”, Jiyan didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at you. He looked around locking eyes with all the people who stopped to watch, some being send back to work with a mere look into Jiyan’s eyes. 

“Come on, answer me! Don’t ignore me like I am not standing right in front of you!”

“Y/n we’re not doing this right here”, Jiyan took your hand away from his chest and put it down. 

“Oh what so your solution is to run away again? You always do this!”, a tear has fallen from your eye by now, and without caring who or how many people were watching, you just kept on shouting at Jiyan. 

To be really honest with yourself, you couldn’t care less if he hated you for making him angry all the time. He could hate you more than anyone in the world, and it was okay with you. It was all okay with you, as long as you could still make sure that he was okay. 

Even if it was from afar. 

“Y/n, stop-”

“It’s not fair! Everyone else gets to be out there, fighting by your side except for me! What did I do?!”, tear after tear fell, but the words which came out of your mouth expressed nothing except for pure anger. 

Jiyan has always been unpredictable, in battle, in conversation or even in his actions. But never this unpredictable. 

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, to whisper in your ear, attempting to not let anyone else hear his words, since they were only meant for you. 

“I’m doing this because I love you, y/n. Is that reason enough for you?”

Indeed an effective way to shut someone up. 

“Jiyan I-”, all words were knocked out of your vocabulary, and your eyes wandered to the floor. In shame maybe? 

How did you never notice? I mean you and him had the same reasons for your actions. Maybe you were a little blind.

You wanted him to know how you felt about him as well. But was now the right moment to let him know? The hand he had on your wrist has now wandered down to your hand, and it remained there. It was warm. Warmer than yours for sure. 

“Jiyan I… love you too. I love you too”, you replied. 

Suddenly a voice interrupted. 

“General! General Jiyan! The wave of Tacet Discords has been defeated. Shall we go back to our usual patrol routines?”

“Oh- yes in that case, return to your routines. I will be joining you in a little while. Please inform the magistrate and her assistant that everything has been dealt with”, it always amazed you how quickly Jiyan’s brain could be back on track, no matter how distracted he was before. 

“Well-”, you started, looking for words to summarize the feeling in your heart but could find none. And luckily you didn’t have to.

“Y/n you need to understand, the only reason that I try my hardest to keep you off the battlefield is because I know how terrifying it can be. If you fight for anybody, it should be for yourself. Not for me. With so many TDs out there as there were today, I would hate to have you fight while being injured. And yes I am very well aware that you can fend for yourself, but that doesn’t take away how worried I get”, Jiyan’s eyes kept flicking from the floor to the expressions you wore on your face. 

Never have you seen him so… Emotional? Is that the right word?

“Y/n, I am truly sor-”, there was no way you would let him apologize to you after all that. Quickly, you cut him off with a kiss. Catching him off guard has always been a challenge, but like this, it was easier than ever. 

“Don’t apologize. Not for something like this”

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[nburkhardt]

Be Your Alibi

This was supposed to be a small thing, it ended up not being small. My bad. Btw, the narrative is all over the place sorry about that. Couldn’t stick to one person this time around. Special shout out to @mentallyundone for all help with parts of this means a lot!! 🩷 (this definitely should’ve been like a three parter, also no read more because the app doesn’t have it and it deletes my stuff when I do use it)

ENJOY~~

The whole group is in the hospital, half of them needing to be looked at and the other half not quite threatening anyone but definitely trigger ready. It’s not long until the police come in, immediately handcuffing Eddie to his bed and having someone stand there to stop anyone from entering. Nancy manages to convince Dustin that he’ll be fine, they’ll figure out how to get the handcuffs off and keep him out of jail, but for now the handcuffs and police officer stays.

“What else could we tell them to let him go?” Dustin demands. It’s been officially two weeks since they defeated Vecna/Henry/One and Hawkins is slowly putting things back together. The Party is all together again and the actual adults are back with a very alive Hopper. The only ones not with them is Max, who’s still in an induced coma, Lucas is with her and Eddie, he’s still in the hospital with a hand in handcuffs but overall recovering and most likely annoying the hospital staff (and the police guard).

“Powell told me that unless he has a solid alibi that isn’t a kid, there’s nothing until Owens releases the cover story” Hopper explains, a glare directed at Dustin who had his mouth open again, “no, your little club doesn’t work either. Half of it is kids under eighteen.”

Dustin huffs and crosses his arms, “well! What else could work?”

Standing next to him is Steve, who bites his lip as he thinks to himself. It’s not the plan, it could end up horribly for him and Eddie, but they do have enough information on each other and all their past dates to be a very reliable alibi. He’s also not a child, turning twenty very soon actually and Wayne could back him up. It could, technically work.

Looking around at the lost and frustrated faces, it makes up his mind. He pushes himself off the wall and clears his throat, getting the attention on him. “I can be his alibi”

It’s uncomfortably silent now, he feels his skin crawl as everyone in the room stares at him. Nearly all of them look doubtful, Dustin’s snorting like it’s a joke, “oh yeah? And what were you doing? You don’t even like Eddie”

Steve blinks at him and holds back a laugh, because him not liking Eddie? Not possible. If anything, he likes Eddie too much. Way too much actually. Wayne told him once that he and Eddie can be insufferable actually. Not that anyone in this room knows that.

“I can be his alibi,” he repeats louder, ignoring Dustin completely and staring straight at Hopper, “He had hellfire and I went to the basketball game, but he came home with me. We had pizza from DomiNick’s, I have leftovers and we watched Star Wars: Return of the Jedi. We didn’t finish it, got too caught up into each other.” He glances away, face flushed as he thinks of their last date night, “We took a shower then crashed in my room”

No one says anything, all just staring at him and he’s even more uncomfortable. If Eddie was next to him, he’d make some sort of joke to get the attention off him. But he’s not here and Steve just wants someone, anyone to say that the alibi will work.

“Are you, are you really suggesting that you and Eddie were hanging out?”

He shakes his head, “We weren’t just hanging out, we were on a date. If you want more, proof or someone to back me up, we can ask Wayne. Eddie’s uncle, he’ll back me up”

Hopper shakes his head, rubbing a hand down his face before looking back at him. “Harrington, you do understand what you’re saying, correct? You’re willing to say you’re dating another guy.”

“You don’t even know if Eddie will be willing to do that!” Dustin nearly shouts out, “you think someone will believe that? The story has a lot of details and you’re saying that you like men, but there’s no way anyone would believe that!”

Steve crosses his arms, determined and annoyed that they don’t know how much thought he’s actually put into this. How he knows Eddie will eventually agree and repeat the story with even more details, like how they decided making out on the couch was more fun than watching Luke Skywalker try to get Darth Vader away from the dark side or that they ended up in the shower together before falling asleep in bed wrapped around each other. “I know what I’m saying Hop. I’m completely fine with admitting it now, and Eddie will be fine with it”

Hopper nods and grabs his shoulder to pull himself up, “come on then, let’s go now while you have that story fresh. We’ll talk it over with Munson, you sure about his uncle?”

“yeah Wayne will be fine with it” he nods and looks back at his friends, all of them staring at him with varying looks of disbelief and confusion, no disgust or anger. Well, Mike looks annoyed and maybe there might be disgust. Honestly, that just might be Mike’s default for Steve. Hopefully there isn’t disgust or anger later on when it comes to light how true his ‘story’ is. He doesn’t think that matters right now though, “Eddie won’t need us to get the story straight- um, that really did happen. Just not that day” He finally admits once he and Hopper are outside and getting into his car.

Hopper’s in the passenger seat, he still looks exhausted over what had happened. The man didn’t even bother with demanding he drove, “The hell you mean?”

He grips the wheel, pulls out of the driveway and takes a deep breath before admitting, “I’m actually dating Eddie. We’ve been together before Starcourt was burned down, he kept bugging me at Scoops. Didn’t think anything of it until his friend Jeff explained to me that Eddie was actually flirting with me, told me to either tell Eddie I don’t like guys or to give him a chance.” He glanced over out of the corner of his eye to see Hopper rubbing a hand up and down his face, “That was nearly nine months ago, I’m practically living with him and his uncle”

The drive is even more silent after, Hopper’s mumbling something and Steve can’t hear him. But he’s at least not cursing him for dating another guy, so it’s not all terrible. They make it to the hospital in no time, parking close enough to the front for Hopper. Steve spotted Wayne’s truck while parking, thankfully they wouldn’t have to make multiple stops.

“So, you, uh you’re gay then?” Hopper’s gruff voice cuts into Steve’s thoughts, “That’s what you’re saying?”

He shakes his head, not answering him yet. Flashing a smile at the receptionist “Here to see Munson, please”

It’s only once they’re in the elevator and alone that he answers, “I’m not gay- I still like girls. I just, just like Eddie too. I think he called it bisexual?” Shaking his head he looked back at Hopper, “doesn’t matter right now. Wayne knows, it’s hard to keep things from him, he probably already knows all of what really happened, Eddie doesn’t keep many secrets from him”

He shakes his head and smiles, thinking it’ll be nice to have another actual adult around that knows what hell they’ve been through. Hopper doesn’t bother saying anything else and Steve’s a little thankful for it. This was a lot even if he offered it, once he’s outside of Eddie’s room he ignores the police officer in favor of just opening the door (also ignoring the “hey!” From said officer) and walking inside with Hopper following him.

“Stevie-baby!”

He doesn’t bother hiding how hearing Eddie’s voice makes the tension go away, he’s smiling and there’s Eddie sitting up in bed with his yellow sweater pulled over the hospital gown, a notebook sitting in his lap. Wayne’s sitting down in the chair next to him.

“Hey Eds” he moves closer and sits next to him on the bed, “Got some bad news and uh, good news I guess?”

Eddie squints his eyes at him before glancing at Hopper, his body goes a little stiff and Steve notices Wayne sit up straighter in his chair. “bad news?”

Steve reaches for his free hand and squeezes, “You’re stuck with handcuffs still since the police want a solid alibi. Since the cover story still isn’t out yet”

Eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying not to get too upset. “And the good news? Is it good or just, not bad?”

“Well, it’s news?” Steve doesn’t know how exactly to describe the fact that he’s willing to out himself and Eddie and their whole relationship, it’s a lot, something he didn’t think they would need to do at all. At least not of people not in their inner circle, “I…offered to be your alibi. That we were together when everything happened, pizza with Star Wars. My house, and uh,” he glances up at Wayne, “Also said Wayne could also back us. That he knows about us”

The room isn’t quiet, the beeping from the medical equipment is still going and there’s the bit of noise from outside but everyone in the room is quiet. Eddie’s eyes are wide and Wayne looks concerned, and Steve is gripping Eddie’s hand like a lifeline still. Hopper has moved enough to lean against the sink and he hasn’t spoken yet, he doesn’t have a reaction.

“Stevie, you- are you sure?”

He nods and moves to sit on the bed, facing Eddie, “Yeah, Eds. I’m not, like excited but there’s nothing else anyone could come up with. They don’t want to take the kids words and everyone else in town believes Hellfire is a cult. We know each other, been together so often and Wayne has seen us, the boys too. We have a number of dates behind us that we wouldn’t need to study a fake story”

“But, baby- I can’t ask you to put yourself out there like that, I don’t want you to-“

Steve shakes his head and ignores the eyes on him and Eddie as he leans forward to rest his forehead against Eddie’s, “You don’t have to, I’m offering. I love you, honey. I don’t want you in jail, you’re innocent. I’ve thought about it, they’ll figure out why we didn’t come forward. Or we explain how dangerous it is for us, either way, I’m doing this for you”

Eddie’s eyes are watery, he nods and slumps against Steve.

It doesn’t surprise Wayne to see the boys like this or to hear those words of love either. He’s been hearing it for the last few months now, even before the official three words were said from his boys. Eddie is and always will be a sap and Wayne has found out that Steve is right there with him. He doesn’t make it obvious that he’s still on edge with the idea of them outing themselves to get the police off their backs. For now he looks over at Hopper, raising an eyebrow, “Ain’t you supposed be dead?”

Hopper shakes his head, rubbing a hand down the back of his head, “Didn’t stick. Harrington wasn’t lying?”

“He wasn’t, these two are lovesick fools. That should be enough right?” Wayne glances at the boys and finds Steve rocking Eddie slightly, he can barely catch him telling his nephew about what he missed, “need a straight answer, will this work?”

“Christ, it should. Powell’s good, reasonable. The whole- thing should work” He looks a little off center as he looks at the two on the bed before looking back at Wayne, “He said your nephew doesn’t keep secrets from you, what’d he say?”

Wayne crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair, “Apparently he’s been to hell and that Steve’s been dealin’ with it with y’all since eighty three. Things make a whole lot more sense now”

“Yeah, that sums it up” Hopper nods along before sighing, “I don’t want to say it because the last time, I ended up locked away in an Russian prison. But, this could be it. Hopefully we’re done”

~~

The plan is simple, bring physical proof and statements and Wayne to the police station. Steve’s got pictures, the boys statements along with Wayne and a determination to get his boyfriend out of handcuffs. Nothing was gonna stop him, even if Dustin still didn’t believe it would work.

Powell looks permanently tired and unamused, “Sit down, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson. What can I do for you?”

Steve sat up straight and placed his box on the desk, “I’m here to tell you, Eddie’s innocent and he wasn’t with Chrissy when she died, he was with me”

“Why was she at his trailer then?”

Steve made sure to keep his face natural, and not annoyed so quickly. “I’m not sure about that, maybe she broke in and thought he was there? We’ll never know but what I can tell you, Eddie was at my house with me when she died. We had pizza from DomiNick’s and watched a movie, then crashed in my bed.”

It’s quiet then, Steve and Wayne both on high alert waiting for Powell’s response. This is where it’ll be either a death sentence for both Eddie and Steve or a realization that there’s at least one more person in this small minded town that isn’t close-minded.

Powell sighs and runs a head down his head and just looks at Steve, then slumps just a bit, “Look, if you’re saying what I think you’re saying. I’m not going to do anything to you for even implying it for your friend. I don’t think you’ll want that to be your official statement to the public, correct?”

“Well, I mean, no. But Eddie really is innocent, there’s no way he did any of it.” Steve answers back and slumps in his seat, “Could- is there any way it doesn’t have to be released officially? Like- like-“ he’s grasping at straws trying to figure out something, anything to say.

“Look, kid. I’ll take your statement and visit Munson to see if it matches-“

“it will!”

He sighs, “I’m sure it will. Since the town decided to do a witch-hunt against him while I’m chief of police, and I don’t want another one happening. I’ll get take the cuffs off and start paper work to get him under a house arrest instead, then i’ll help you figure out a different way to stop a mob”

Wayne eyed him, crossing his arms, “you’re willing to help now?”

“Truthfully, I didn’t think your nephew did any of this. I only caught him selling once but besides that? His hands are technically clean. I saw what happened to all those victims, I don’t see how he would’ve done any of that by himself.” Powell explained and leaned forward looking between the two, “So, we’ll have your statement, take Mr. Munson’s and seal it. The town won’t hear the real one, I’ll give them something else entirely”

Steve nodded while his brain raced with thoughts. “So, you’re uh, okay with what I was saying?” He needs to know if his and Eddie’s secret is safe. Needs it said aloud and not just implied, before he can feel even remotely okay with what might be happening, it needs to be said.

“Harrington, I’m not sure what exactly you want from me right now. Just know that what you’re telling me will be between us and will stay sealed once this is all over, as long as I don’t catch either you or Munson doing anything illegal, all is fine with me.” Powell explained and pulled out a drawer, “Now, we’ll start that paperwork and then I’ll visit the hospital later, I assume both of you will be there?”

Paperwork doesn’t take long and before Steve can really process what just happened, he’s back instead the comfort of Wayne’s truck and they’re driving back to the hospital. It’s been two days since he told his friends and coming up with this fake alibi at least until Owens and the government comes in with their own cover-up. He’s hoping that happens before any official statement comes out from Powell.

~~

The excitement of Eddie being released under house arrest is dimmed just a little by them getting ambushed by their friends.

Steve is too busy being an overbearing boyfriend and watching Eddie’s every move as they walk into his house to notice the group in the living room. Eddie’s too busy whining about being fine, “Stevie, I’m fine. The doctors said to just take it easy. You don’t have to be this paranoid, just- gimme your hand” he quickly grabs Steve’s hand and stopped them from moving, “All I need right now is this, okay? Well, maybe a bed and you as my pillow-“

“Ew!”

Both of them don’t jump necessarily, they do flinch and Steve pulls Eddie closer to himself. That’s when they notice Dustin and the rest of them, Dustin’s the one they focus on since he’s the one who spoke up. He looks more annoyed than anything, there’s not a hint of anger or disgust.

The rest of the group looks curious, Steve can see Robin’s face and she looks happy and pissed off. He knows it’s because they’re soulmates and he never told her about his boyfriend. The other one that stands out to him is, Will. He’s wide eyed and look’s grateful for some reason.

Steve sighs and says, “Look, maybe we can talk about our relationship another day? Eddie just got out of the hospital and I just outed our relationship just to save him from being thrown in jail.” He doesn’t tell them that he’d also just like to be in bed with Eddie and know that he’s alive and safe with him.

There’s grumbles from most of the group, everyone walking out and the only ones left with them is Robin and Dustin. They’re not surprised, especially Steve. These two are stubborn. “We’ll leave after you explain why you never told us about you, thought we were best friends?”

“You are my best friends,” Steve starts off and flicks his gaze between both of them, before settling his eyes on just Robin, “We meant to, even when the relationship was still new and before the Russians appeared. But then the upside down was back and then school was back.”

“Eventually we just sorta, gave up trying to figure out a good time” Eddie took over, squeezing his hand before looking at the other two, “we still had plans to tell you. My friends, they’ve known since the beginning and Stevie wasn’t out to either of you so- plans happened but so did life”

Robin and Dustin are quiet and Steve doesn’t know what to do with that, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, really.”

“Dingus- you don’t have to say sorry” Robin says then pulls both of them in a hug, “I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to say that. I’m happy for you, really! Maybe a little annoyed you managed to get a boyfriend before I got girlfriend” she whispers the last part in his ear and he laughs and squeezes her, “I do want all the details of how you became a couple!”

She smacks a kiss to both of their cheeks before walking out and then it’s just them and Dustin.

“I’m- still so confused, but I guess I get it. I’m sorry for exploding on you, Steve.” Dustin admits, shaking his head, “Just, why would you hide even a friendship between the two of you from me? I’ve been trying to get you two to meet and you’ve known each other the whole time?”

Steve sighed and moved away from Eddie to pat Dustin’s shoulder before pulling his cap down, “Look, Eddie and I’ve known each other for years. We did go to school together- yes we didn’t run in the same circle- and it took me getting a lame job-“

“And a hot sailor outfit!”

He rolled his eyes and Dustin pulled a face, mumbling out “ew” before looking back at Steve, “anyway, it took a lot for us to even get together and then after, I just- I just wanted something for myself for a bit but his friends already knew then his uncle, so we did planned to tell you guys especially after you joined hellfire. But you have to know how scary it is for us”

It takes Dustin a second for it to process, because that’s one thing Steve knows about him. He’s a genius but sometimes things just don’t process the same way. Especially things like this.

Dustin nods, “yeah, yeah I’m sorry for getting upset again. So you were going to tell us- tell me?”

“Of course, dude. You’re our annoying little brother, would’ve told you guys. We did have a plan, the upside down ruined it” Steve grins and moved back to Eddie.

Eddie grins too but doesn’t move closer, instead he wraps his arms around Steve to lean his weight slightly against him, “now scram, I wanna cuddle my boyfriend.” That gets his desired reaction, Dustin scrunches his nose In annoyance and walks rolls his eyes before walking out the door. Leaving the couple alone officially.

Instead of moving, Steve turns Eddie around so they’re facing each other and leans his forehead against Eddie’s. Eyes closed, arms wrapped around each other. Only a simple kiss is enough for them right now, just enjoying being each others arms is enough. They’ll eventually go to Steve’s bedroom, undress to their boxers and climb into bed. Steve on his back and Eddie not necessarily curled into his side, since his bites are still healing and hurts, but still he gets his wish for his boyfriend-shaped pillow.

Tomorrow they’ll officially tell their friends about their relationship and explain what happened with Powell. For now, they’re just happy to sleep in the same bed with each other and not have to worry about the upside down or monsters. All that matters is them.

_______

Wellllllllll, I didn’t mean for this to get this long. Like, I was just wanting the alibi thing but with an actual secret relationship 🫣 I went a little outta hand and honestly I probably could’ve wrote out them telling their relationship to everyone but decided nah. Maybe I’ll write that out another time. Tagging those who made comments on my original post & those I talked to about this!

@i-less-than-three-you @artiststarme @stevesoli @grandwretch @val-from-lawrence @mentalcyborg @boop-ba-doop @lwhoscribbles @itsfreakingbats @annoyinglyfanon @counting-dollars-counting-stars @moonshadows-13

[7-wonders]

Just the Two of Us

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary: Anakin finally returns to you, and neither of you can wait for a better time or place to truly reunite.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Was feeling the itch to write for Anakin again, so whipped up a short little something for you guys. Hope you enjoy :)

The blue light from your holocomputer is beginning to hurt your eyes from how long you’ve had to stare at it. You’re close to just giving up on this draft, but you know that you can’t. Not when you’re so close to being done with it, and not when there are people whose lives may very well depend on what you’re working on. Such is the life of a senator of the Galactic Republic.

When a knock sounds at your office door, you blink rapidly when you look up, trying to get your eyes to adjust from different styles of lighting.

“Yes?” you call out.

“I have a visitor here for you, says you're expecting him,” the voice on the other side of the door says.

Your heart begins to pound. Is he really back? Could it be him? You won’t know until you say anything. “Come in!”

The door opens, and two people walk into your office. Immediately, you beam.

Anakin Skywalker nods respectfully. “Good afternoon Senator, do you have a moment?”

“Master Skywalker, come in! You’ve caught me between meetings.” You look behind him at your personal assistant, ever loyal and ready to politely show an unwanted guest to the door at your signal.. “Thank you, Ryssa. Go ahead and take lunch; I can make it to my next appointment without a reminder.”

 The Chiss woman smiles and nods before stepping out of the room and closing the heavy doors behind her. You press a button on the keypad sitting on your desk, and both you and your guest listen as the lock on the door slides into place. 

The moment that it does, your carefully-professional personas melt. In the time it takes for you to stand up at your desk (not very long at all), Anakin has already used his incredibly long strides to cross the room. He sweeps you up into his arms and you squeal, melting into the hug that he gives you.

Finally, after two weeks of being unmoored, you feel like you’re home.

“I missed you,” you mumble into his ear, not willing to release him from your embrace just yet.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Anakin’s the one to pull back first, but only so that he can look at you with that heartbreakingly-sweet gaze of his, the one that makes you melt every time you see it. It’s impossible to resist, and you lean in to kiss him for the first time in two weeks.

“Being apart from you is the worst agony I’ve ever known,” Anakin says against your lips, trying to simultaneously talk and kiss you.

“But we’re together again now,” you reassure him. “There’s no reason for us to worry anymore.”

Unfortunately, there will be reason for you to worry again. Anakin will get orders to a new planet or system, or you’ll get sent back to your home planet for a variety of senatorial events. In this time of war and strife, it’s inevitable that you’ll again be separated from each other. That worry, that knowledge, is what makes you hold onto him tighter. Though this may be temporary, you currently have him in your arms, and you’re not going to let go until you absolutely have to.

Anakin nods before kissing you again. Of course, since it has been two whole weeks since you felt his body against yours, and vice versa, it doesn’t take long for that innocent kiss to devolve into something a little more steamy. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t be complaining, especially when he crowds you up against the wall and begins to run his hands up and down your sides. Today, though, there’s one unfortunate matter holding you back.

“I only have ten minutes before my next meeting, Ani,” you explain, trying to get your hands on his chest so that you can push him off of you.

Anakin scoffs. “I can easily get it done for both of us in ten minutes.”

“I have to meet your best friend in ten minutes! We have,” you pause to moan into the junction of where his neck meets his shoulder as he sucks at the skin just behind your ear, “we’re going over our joint proposal to enact sanctions on the Banking Clan.”

“You say this as if Padmé doesn’t know about our relationship and hasn’t covered for us before.” 

Padmé Amidala had been the one to introduce you, back when you were a freshman senator and she had been kind enough to take you under her wing. She was so sweet, and would absolutely do anything for you and Anakin, which is why you always felt so bad asking. 

Anakin, however, shared none of the qualms that you did. Luckily for both of you, Padmé was a romantic and loved getting to help a relationship flourish, even if in secret.

“That doesn’t mean I enjoy doing it.” Still, you continue kissing him, relishing in how soft his skin is against yours as your hands slide under his robes.

“C’mon baby, just ten minutes. Then you’re off to your meeting, and Padmé’s none the wiser!” Anakin says this as if she wouldn’t be able to smell the sex on you, which she absolutely would. You can already see her little smile, the one that she gets whenever she catches you or Anakin being in love with each other, the one that says she’s so proud of her work.

“You’re such a menace.”

Instead of saying anything, Anakin simply proves your point by ghosting his knuckles over your clothed crotch, and when your knees buckle, he grins wolfishly.

(What? There’s a war going on that often keeps you and your lover apart for prolonged periods of time, and fingers and holocalls can only do so much)

“Am I?” he asks.

You nod. “A very sexy, very irresistible menace.”

His blue eyes light up. “So…are you saying yes?”

You glance at the clock on your desk. Even if Anakin keeps to his promise of ten minutes, you’re still going to be late. But it is tempting, you won’t lie. 

“I suppose it wouldn’t be a very big deal if I was just a couple of minutes late to our meeting,” you say with a sigh, the battle having already been lost by now.

Anakin laughs in delight and victory, fingers already working at unbuttoning your trousers. “I thought about you, about this, every night while I was gone.”

It’s very sweet, what he’s saying, but you’re too consumed by lust right now to want to listen. You grab his chin with your fingers and look at him. “Less talking, more kissing.”

He smirks, but does as you’ve asked. “Your wish is my command.”

•••

You stumble into Padmé’s office approximately twenty minutes later. In an attempt to throw her off your trail, you keep your head down and focus on the holopad that you’re holding, but you can feel her perceptive eyes tracking you nonetheless.

“Sorry I’m late, I was making some last-minute changes to the draft.”

“I’d say.” The smile in her voice is obvious, and you look up to see exactly what you knew you’d find were you to give into Anakin’s pleas. Blood rushes to your cheeks immediately, and you shift in your seat at the prickles of nervous sweat along the top of your spine.

“Don’t look at me like that!” you whine.

Padmé holds up her hands, but her smile only grows. “Like what? I’m just…happy to see that you’re happy.”

You shake your head and pull up the aforementioned draft. “Anyways, our bill.”

“Yes! Our bill.”

And so you get down to business, with Anakin on your mind and in your heart the whole time.

[iguessitsjustme]

I posted this in the tags of my other post but I wanted to make them their own post actually I think. I am glad that Ter is starting to realize things about himself. I'm glad he's starting to embrace his feelings. HOWMSTEVER he needs to do that in a way where he is able to give up some control. He cannot control Dee's actions or responses. He needs to communicate with Dee not make decisions for him.

Ter and Dee do not mesh because Dee is super competitive about silly little things and he doesn't like being told what to do. He likes gentle nudging and he also likes his boundaries. Yak still hasn't kissed him despite both of them knowing how bad Yak wants to. Ter extended their Japan trip without talking to Dee and then tried to kiss him not even knowing how Dee feels about being kissed. Dee hasn't had a chance to explain.

And even before he had a chance to explain with Yak, Yak wasn't kissing him. Yak was operating strictly off of body language and managed to not kiss Dee. And then he asked about it in a non-judgemental way and Dee felt comfortable enough to tell him and Yak said "Got it boss. You know I want to kiss you but this is a boundary that we will not cross until we are ready and willing to cross it together." Yes, Yak has pushed a bit because he wants it but he always goes slow enough and gives Dee enough space to back out before they kiss which Dee does and he will keep backing out until he doesn't.

But that's the difference between Ter and Yak. Dee was closed in and didn't have a lot of options to avoid the kiss if it hadn't been interrupted. I don't doubt Dee would have managed to avoid it but Ter blocked off a lot of opportunities to leave. Yak leaves space for Dee to leave if he wants to. Ter is controlling and Yak is freeing and that is why Dee was able to fall for Yak after 8 years of pining for Ter. He is free from the feelings that were controlling him and now he can move on and be happy with someone who truly understands him.

[fanaticsnail]

You Should Be Sad - Part 2

Ok, looks like this be a three parter! This chapter is a little more fleshing out the relationship between you both and your band members. If you're under 18 and reading this series, this is the final chapter for you!

Part 1 here, Masterlist here.

Word Count: 4,673

The dawn peaked through the draped curtains and fell directly on the freshly cropped and well maintained features of one of the warlords of the sea. He brought his hands up to cover his eyes, nose and mouth within the clasps of his palms and smoothed over his brow in an attempt to rid him of his well-deserved, brandy-induced migraine.

He sighed outward as his coffin-shaped vessel rocked against the waves of the open sea, as his ship lay currently docked at Baratie’s peer. He has little memory of the events that transpired the night before. All cohesive thoughts stopped as he poured glass after glass of the heavily distilled brandy he ordered, while watching his ex-fiancé lyrically abuse their prior relationship at his expense.

“And she was beautiful,” the warlord thought as he draped his legs over his firm mattress to place them flush against the ground as he rested his elbows upon them, head hanging down in thought.

Looking at his torso, he found himself to be without his lengthy coat or neck blade. He frantically looked throughout the room to find his clothes folded in a neat pile against the back of his desk chair, his cross dangling from the top of the chair frame by the leather strap.

“When did I-,” he said with furrowed brows before his words found themselves halted in his throat, his mind bringing waves of recollection as to exactly how the evening transpired.

You sang to him, he drowned the lyrics out with one or two bottles of brandy; could no longer find his footing against the deck of Baratie and needed to stabilise himself against the railing, and having his weight comfortably distributed as you wove yourself within his arms to carry him to his vessel.

You gently pried his clothes from his body, placed his shoes neatly beneath the chair and ensured he was safe enough to drift to sleep in his stupor. He vaguely remembers holding you against himself, burying his face within your stomach and apologising for not treating you better when you were together.

“I should’ve never let you leave,” his head snapped up from its position gazing at the pile of clothes as his own words rang in his ears.

“We would’ve had a child. She would be nine by now. She would’ve had your hair and my eyes. She would’ve brought the world to their knees,” his posture became rigid as his own words began plaguing his mind, him wincing at the humiliation he brought upon himself with the words he had spoken.

“I would’ve given you an army of children and you would’ve looked so beautiful growing them in here,” he gasped out a shocked wave from within his mouth, cringing at the words he drunkenly confessed to you. He remembers kissing your stomach while under the influence of way too much brandy, and holding your body against his as he openly mourned the loss of your relationship all those years ago.

“I love you,” the recollection of his words had him wonder why you hadn’t pushed him away in agitation, slapped him for his emotional confession.

You instead asked him to lunch.

“I’ll be at Baratie until the morrow. If you still feel raw about it, I’ll be waiting. First table you see on the outer deck,” your melodical voice rang within his mind, pulling his vine riddled heart into a twisted and apprehensive knot at your invitation.

He willed his body to bring itself to his feet, finding himself to be sobering at the prospect of finally allowing himself some closure.

Pouring cold water over his head, allowing the water to cascade in drips down his hair; over his face and trail down his body, pooling at the hemline of his pants; he readied himself to meet your request.

“So beautiful,” his own words replayed in his mind as he remembers meeting your gaze with his own yellow eyes. Those words rang true; after ten years of absence, you matured into the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes upon. You were a great beauty in your youth, but you had matured like one of his prized vintages within his cellar.

And he threw it all away.

--

“So,” Chrissy spoke up while pulling a long sock over her right foot, “how did it go?”

You threw your head backwards to hang limply supported by your neck, gazing at the pale roof above you.

“He was drunk,” you groaned in frustration, “I put him to bed, that’s all.”

“Oh,” Jed released in a long and drawn out fashion, wiggling his eyebrows to taunt you, “so you slept with him, then?”

You snapped your gaze over towards the drummer, eyebrows furrowed in offence.

“In what, all of ten minutes it took between sets?” you spat at him.

He gestured his palms to face you, surrendering against your verbal attack.

“Hey,” he rose his eyebrows, “a lot can be done in two minutes, let alone ten.”

The guitarist threw her head back in a loud cackle at the joke made by her prior romantic partner. Although no longer together, the two of them remained solid in their friendship with one another; willing to put aside their differences to create beautiful music together.

“And don’t I know it, Jed,” she taunted him with a wide smile, teetering her laughter in a drawn out chuckle.

You joined in her laughter at that last comment, hoisting your dress over your tight undershorts and lacey bra.

Between the three of you, there was absolutely no secrets. You had all shared everything with one another; starting from toothpastes and stage makeup, branching out to clothes and perfumes, then sharing non-intimate embraces with each other as you attempted to snuggle into a single bed in a tavern that hired the three of you to play in, to sharing an onsen bath with one another completely stark naked.

“So,” again the guitarist prodded, “when will you be seeing him again?”

You grunted out in frustration at her prodding before relenting.

“I invited him to dine here with me,” you scrunched up your nose, “although I didn’t specify a time, and he was the most drunk I had ever seen him be. I’m not sure he will show.”

Jed and Chrissy shared a knowing look between them, their mouths twisted into playful smirks.

“Oh he’ll show up, Babes,” Jed said in a teasing tone, eyeing you as you began to tie your hair back.

Chrissy hummed in response, looking at your attire. You wore a loose sun dress that stopped at your knees. She watched as you began searching through your packed gear for some appropriate shoes when you felt Chrissy plop herself on top of the bed your duffel bag rest upon.

“So, what’s the plan then?” she smiled up at you, quirking her head to the side, “do you want to get some closure, or get some closure?” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“You’re gross,” you teased her, scrunching up your nose.

“If you wanted to do the latter instead of the former,” Jed addressed you, prompting you to turn from your search to look at him, “I’d wear this little baby.”

He was holding up one of Chrissy’s tight, black dresses that flared out slightly at the a-line, length of the garment stopping above the knees. The neckline hanging low enough to witness the curvature of your breasts without revealing yourself completely to the public.

Chrissy howled in laughter, gesturing to the dress.

“That’s the one that got me free drinks at- oh where was it again?” she furrowed her brows, searching her memories, “Shells-Town? The little blonde lad with the sword kept thinking he’d be able to pull if he got me drunk enough.”

You laughed at her comment, remembering that particular night with utter fondness.

“Yeah, go on Babes,” she gestured to the dress, “I want to see you in it. Take off that dress and chuck on the black one.”

You tilted your head to the side and furrowed your brows with a smirk.

“Unless of course,” she halted her tone, playfulness vanishing from her voice, “you’re going to just reminisce about what could’ve been and enjoy a Bloody Mary or two.”

You shook your head, pulling your eyeline to the ground before looking to Jed.

“Alright,” you scrunched up your nose with a smile, “hand it over.”

“Yes!” Jed said with an exaggerated arm movement in celebration, “go get that spooky bastard.”

Chrissy howled a cackle-like laugh and kicked her feet slightly at the comment made by her former love, celebrating as you took the garment from his hands and began redressing yourself.

“You have to let me do your makeup,” she uttered once she caught her breath. You smiled at her as you rid yourself of your former sun dress and threw it at her with a giggle.

Jed threw himself down on the bed Chrissy was laying on and kissed her cheek affectionately, her form jumping slightly at the weight distribution on the Baratie mattress.

“Winged eyeliner,” Jed said, thrusting his hand in the air, “and some false lashes at the outer corners of your eyes.”

Chrissy  slapped her hand against his chest while laughing again. You watched as her eyes turned half-lidded as she gazed up into the drummer with utter fondness. You quirked your brow and pursed your lips at their interaction, shooting Jed with a knowing look once you met his eyes.

“Fine,” you said once adjusting the black garment over your lace bra, “let’s have at it.”

After allowing Chrissy to work tirelessly on your features to accent them to her liking rather than your own, you began your descent to the deck of the Baratie bar; the first table on the outer deck, near the entrance mouth to the bar.

Jed and Chrissy decided to break from your company to allow you a semblance of privacy as you awaited your former beau while seated at the outer table. They chose to privately dine together before seeking out Chef Zeff to most likely share a drink with him in celebration of a successful night.

“Can I start you off with anything, love?” a voice called to your left. You craned your head within the morning sun to see a young blonde man gazing at you with a cocky smirk.

You narrowed your eyes and a small smile played over your lips. You had been waiting for you ex-fiancé for twenty minutes now, no sign of him in sight.

“You know what, sweetheart,” you shrugged at him, “I’m keen on a mimosa if you’ve got one.”

He smiled broadly at you before listing them off.

“We’ve got a couple of beautiful sparkling white wines to choose from. The Pinot Meunier paired with guava juice in particular is a favourite of mine,” he added with a wink.

You giggled in response, leaning against the table to bring yourself in towards him.

“I guess I’ll have to sample that, then,” you shrugged, returning his wink. He smiled broadly at your flirtatious response, collecting the drinks menu from the table and retreating to the bar once he did so.

You smiled at his retreat, collecting the brunch menu from the counter and opening it to look at its contents.

You brought your view down to the ocean as it lay peacefully before you. You closed your eyes as you listened to the clap of the waves meeting the dock of Baratie with their swaying movements.

Your face became shrouded by a cloud of shadow, prompting you to open your eyes to seek its source. Upon opening your eyes, you met with the dark form of a semi-refreshed, leather coat clad man with a large sword strapped to his back as he brought himself before you.

“Mihawk,” you breathily addressed him with a sigh, a smile bringing itself to your lips as you addressed him, “take a seat. I’ve ordered myself a drink, I hope you don’t mind.”

His expression remained stoic, his lips unmoving as they were the night before under your line of questioning. He sighed and rolled his shoulders back to rid itself of any tension. Unclasping Yoru from his back and laying it beside the deck chair next to you, be gracefully brought himself down to rest upon the chair next to you.

You brought your eyes to skim the ever-changing brunch menu of Baratie, focussing on the words within the pages.

“How would you feel about sharing a breakfast platter? I’m not sure I would be able to eat all of this myself-,” you began, only to be cut off by your ex-fiancé mid-sentence.

“Thank you,” he uttered, his words barely raised above a whisper.

Furrowing your brows, you turned to bring your eyes away from the menu to gaze into his own.

“For what, Dear?” you asked him, placing the menu down onto the table next to you.

“Oh you know exactly what for,” he narrowed his eyes in taunt.

You narrowed your own eyes and rolled your shoulders backwards before reclining in your lounge chair.

“I’m going to need specifics, Love,” you smirked at him through your eyelashes, taunting him with your words, “for singing my vengeance at you or for tucking you snuggly in your bed last night.”

He pulled his gaze away from your own and stared into the open ocean as the waves built against the dock of Baratie. You again opened your mouth to address him, halting only at the re-emergence of the waiter from before.

“Your mimosa,” he presented to you with a smile, prompting you to reach your hand up to receive the flute-stem in your hand.

“Thank you, Dear,” you addressed him, your eyes softening as you did so.

“Sanji,” he smiled at you, arching his brow, “that’s my name.”

“Sanji then,” you hummed with a mischievous grin.

“Is there any breakfast I can interest you in before I go-?” his words were cut off by the warlord at your side.

“We’ll take the breakfast platter,” Mihawk spoke up from your side, “and I’ll take a Bloody Mary with extra heat if you wouldn’t mind.”

You hissed a laugh through your nose at his drink request, nodding to Sanji in confirmation of your order.

“Right away,” he nodded to you playfully, retreating to the kitchen to place your order.

You sat in a very stagnant and uncomfortable silence as your emotions built up within your chest; praying they were not shown to your former love. You brought your eyes down to your very exposed thighs under the shadow of the short hemline of Chrissy’s dress.

After thinking on your poor outfit choice and fussing at the seams, the warlord of the Dracule family line spoke up.

“I was thanking you for ensuring my safety last night,” Mihawk spoke up again. You brought your eyes over to his as they continued to hold their yellow gaze upon the ocean.

“Of course, Love,” you said, furrowing your brows. You leant forward, your elbow resting against the table as you spoke once more, “although it ended poorly between us, I would always want to ensure your safety – especially since leaving that redhead last night in the state she was in.”

You laughed at your own joke, prompting Mihawk to smirk at your comment.

You clasped the crystal flute glass-stem within your thumb and four-fingers, raising the liquid to your lips and taking a small sip. The flavour erupted on your tongue; the tartness from the wine being complimented so beautifully by the bittersweet juice from the guava it was almost poetic.

“You have to try this,” you said, eyes wide and presenting the flute to Mihawk. He finally tore his gaze away from the waves and trailed his yellow, hawk-like gaze from the shoes Jed chose for you over your bare calves and thighs over to your hips as you lay reclined in the Baratie lounge chair; finally bringing his gaze to the glass presented before him.

He clasped his hand over the flute stem, brushing your fingers with his own once he took it from you. Raising the glass to his lips, you trailed your eyes over his form. He had developed so much more over the ten years that were stolen from you. You could see his frown lines beneath his broad, feathered hat; his muscles had refined more so with extensive training as he maintained his status World’s Greatest Swordsman.

What drew most of your attention was the beard that so perfectly framed his face, his moustache arching upwards on his lips to perfectly frame them. He released the flute from his lips and let out a very subtle moan at the flavour he consumed.

You found your mouth falling slightly agape at the familiar sound falling from his lips. It had been so long since the two of you had coupled together, but his vocal presence still had a hold over you as your thighs clenched together at the small amount of sound fell from between his lips.

“Your breakfast,” the blonde waiter returned with a platter steaming with delicacies that had your mouth watering at consuming their prospects.

“Thank you, Sanji,” you breathily whispered, unaware of the way your vocal gasp had a hold on both the warlord and the waiter before you.

“Y-You’re welcome, Ma’am,” Sanji uttered before briskly returning to the kitchen and away from the two of you; feeling intimidated by the both of you for reasons so completely different than one another.

You gazed at the array of food presented before you, only to have your wine-flute waved at your eyeline by your ex-fiancé. You smiled at him as you took the glass from his fingers, accidently brushing your fingertips against his own as returning his former actions from moments ago.

Unsure as to how to proceed, you swiftly downed the remainder of the mimosa, hoping that the distilled and fermented fruit would give courage to your following actions.

Collecting a small presentation of items from the shared platter, you presented your assortment to the intimidating, dark form of your former partner. He had a moment of temporary puzzlement before he accepted your offering, leaning forward and opening his mouth for you to present the food between his lips.

You both silently shared a meal together, both unsure of how to proceed with any amount of conversation that remained civil enough to achieve any goal you both had in your minds. The plate had been completely consumed between the two of you, not a scrap of substance between you and no utterance of conversation falling between you as the waiter, Sanji, returned to collect the empty plate.

“Can I get you anything else?” he asked while taking  the plate from the table in front of you and collecting your wine glass.

“No-,” you began, your voice eclipsed by the swordsman.

“-A bottle of brandy and two glasses, please,” he uttered.

Sanji looked at first to you to confirm that be your wishes; only relenting his intense gaze when you nodded at the request.

“We have several bottles and vintages to choose from-,” Sanji began.

“Bring the one you think is best,” Mihawk spoke over him, “expense is no issue.”

You cringed slightly at his impoliteness and apologising to the waiter with your expression.

“Certainly, sir,” he said, turning to you as you wordlessly uttered a swift ‘sorry’ with your lips. He smirked at you and winked as he retreated.

You trailed your eyes on the retreating form of the waiter before you met the interrogative eyes of Dracule Mihawk. You watched as he processed several thoughts behind his eyes, choosing to not express them at all vocally.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him, reclining your back against the deck chair once more.

“You’ve got some things you’d like to say, do you Mihawk?” you quirked your brow and smirked upwards at the lefthand corner of your mouth, “let me have it. I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

More silence ensued between you as Sanji wordlessly uncorked the brandy bottle, poured two glasses to a perfect 90ml pour and left the bottle at the table.

“Alright,” you said, rolling your shoulders backwards to release any built up tension and fleeing it from your form, “let me help you.”

His eyes trailed you as you retrieved your ballooned, crystal glass from the tray and presented the other towards him. He leant forward and accepted the glass from your fingers and brought it towards himself with a small nod of thanks.

You took a deep breath in before relaying all of your thoughts on his behalf.

“You are an absolute bitch for relaying all of our prior history in front of a large crowd at Baratie,” you mocked him by deepening your voice, raising the balloon glass to your lips, “such a cow for embarrassing a warlord of the sea so publicly.”

You giggled as you took a large gulp of the fire-liquid within the glass. He trailed his eyes over your features, taking in your made-up appearance and gasping as he watched your smiling features.

“How dare you strip me of my clothes in our prior shared cabin on my mighty vessel,” you again spoke in a deepened, mocking tone. You giggled at your own ability of taunting him with his own vocal tone.

“That is not remotely what I sound like,” he spoke up while taking his own crystal glass from the table, “nor is it my current train of thought.”

“Oh?” you asked him, downing the remainder of brandy as you watched him grimace as he sipped from his own, “care to enlighten me?”

He hissed a little at the intensity of the alcohol after a night of prior over-consumption. Sighing and placing his broadbrim hat adorned head against the backboard of the lounge chair, he took a moment to collect his thoughts.

“All my thoughts are plagued with,” he began, closing his yellow eyes before turning his head and looking at your body again, “is where you acquired that dress, and who else has seen you wear it.”

The intensity of the blush that found its way to cloud your cheeks beneath your foundation was almost unbearable. You mentally thanked Chrissy for her ability to apply foundation so flawlessly to only place pigment to their desired locations as you remained in your flustered state.

“If you’re asking me of how many people I have coupled with after leaving you,” you leant forward with a smirk, “I’m unsure if you’d either be deeply saddened or thoroughly impressed.”

He allowed a chuckle at your ambiguity, raising again the brandy glass to his lips and taking a sip; hissing at the impact.

“I am sure you would say something similar of the like,” you quirked your eyebrow upwards as you poured yourself another glass of amber liquid.

“I have lain with many a person in the wake of your absence, yes,” he confirmed with a smirk and narrowing his eyes in taunt; surprised by how warmly you smiled at him in response.

You picked up the brandy bottle and presented it toward him in a gesture to fill his glass, to which he presented his empty brandy glass up to you in response.

“That actually makes me happy, Mihawk,” you said with a nod, sincere smile never leaving your face, “you deserve someone to make you happy.”

His thoughts halted within his mind momentarily. This is not the impact he desired to have on you. He wanted unbridled passion, he wanted your hate, your loathing, anything other than support.

“I-,” Mihawk began, only to have his sentence cut off by your own.

“We were young and stupid,” you said, scrunching your nose up, “so utterly naive to believe our purity would last in this world, especially in the Great Pirate Era.”

He found himself breathless at your melodical giggle, training his eyes over your utterly positive features; dumbstruck by your light within his darkness.

You rose the glass again to your lips and took a small sip, enjoying the burn as it made its way down your throat so early in the morning.

All thoughts of seduction all but fled from your mind as you reminisced with your former partner, especially at his disinterested attitude and short sentences. Feeling almost stupid at how meticulously you chose your outfit and your bandmates applied your makeup for the evening, you decide to make the most of the encounter you were experiencing with this great pirate warlord.

“I like your beard,” you deadpanned, cringing slightly at your honesty.

“I like your thighs,” he responded equally as honestly.

Brandy. It was always brandy.

You and he both found yourselves scrunching up your faces and laughing at your confessions to one another.

“Why is it always brandy that brings out the worst in us?” you questioned your ex-fiancé.

“Best in us,” he corrected with a slight tilt of his glass at your direction.

You nodded at his suggestion, raising your glass to your lips and gulping back the liquid, prompting Mihawk to do the same.

“Why did I let you leave?” he asked beneath his breath, almost hoping you didn’t quite catch his words. Unfortunately for the both of you, your musically trained ears can pick up just about any audible uttering or direction; thus picking up his question.

“Ego maybe?” you shrugged, “again, we were young, Mihawk. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“I often do,” he confessed, looking down into his glass.

A stagnant silence befell the both of you once more as you continued to gaze into the brandy glasses and the open ocean in front of you.

“Did you-,” you halted your words, stifling them within your throat.

“Did I what, Love?” he asked you, placing his half-drunk brandy glass on the table between you and leaning in closer to you.

Taking a deep breath, you downed the remainder of your glass and placed the empty vessel atop the table and leant in yourself.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” you asked him.

That sentence opened up the floodgates of Mihawk’s heart as he poured his heart out to you.

“I was drunk, but I meant everything I said. Alcohol has a way of loosening inhibitions, and I found the ones closest to my bleeding heart leaking at you last night,” he reiterated to you, “you may need to remind me on the exact wording, but I ensure you I meant everything I said to you last night.”

You hissed in a breath between your teeth as he continued speaking.

“I should’ve given you everything you ever wanted,” he confessed, bringing his gaze to the ground, “no other man or woman has had a hold on me the way you did. To me, no one else has ever come close to the intimacy we shared with one another.”

Your eyes widened as he continued to relay his innermost thoughts to you and increased the confession with speed, making most of the sentences almost inaudible in nature.

“It has taken many different companions to fill the void you left in your absence, the wound festering over time with the lack of care at its source,” he nodded, looking down at the glasses that lay before you both atop the table, “I never found myself attempting to bring myself closer to someone, other than the one or two nights I’d share entangled within my bedsheets with someone I claimed from a random bar or purchased from a run of the mill brothel.”

Gasping at his confession, you found yourself entranced by his words and allowing your lips to hang slightly agape as he continued his confession.

“It has always been only you,” he whispered, gazing at the wooden deck below your feet.

His next words absolutely broke you, allowing yourself to express a single tear from your right eye.

“I never stopped loving you.”

Part 3 (NSFW: under 18 not permitted)

[brodygold]

The Playoffs: Quarterfinals

The locker room buzzed with a quiet tension as the Golden Army prepared for their first playoff game. Fresh off their victory over the Titans, they entered the quarterfinals as the top seed, now set to face the underdog 8th seed, the Redbacks. Captain Richard knew this was no time for complacency. Any mistake could end their championship dreams.

Huddling his team together, Richard’s voice carried strength. “We’ve earned our place here, every single one of us. The Redbacks are tough, but we’ve beaten them before. We can do it again.”

Jackson, the team's co-captain, stepped in with a grin. “Exactly! Look how far we’ve come this season. If we stay united and play our game, there’s no stopping us.”

The locker room, once filled with tension, began to lighten, though a flicker of doubt lingered in a few eyes. Could they live up to the expectations?

As the game approached, they ran onto the field, the roar of their fans vibrating through the stadium. Brody took his place at the center of the field, adrenaline rushing as the whistle pierced the air.

FWEEEEEEET!

The game kicked off with a fierce pace. Neither team was willing to yield an inch, the ball rocketing from one side of the field to the other. The score held at a stalemate until, suddenly, the Redbacks’ star player, Leon, found a gap. He blasted a shot that skimmed past Mason’s outstretched hands.

Golden Army 0, Redbacks 1.

Mason shook his head, frustration visible on his face. “My bad, guys. I should’ve stopped that.”

Richard stepped in without hesitation. “Don’t sweat it, bro. We’ve got plenty of time. It’s still early. Let’s refocus and make our move.”

The Golden Army regrouped, but the Redbacks’ defense held firm, frustrating every attack. By halftime, the score remained 0-1, and the pressure was palpable.

In the huddle, Brody spoke up, his voice calm but urgent. “We’re not done yet. We just need one chance. Let’s keep pushing, keep playing as one. We’ve got this, bros.”

Hands raised together, the team bonded in their belief in each other, and as they charged back onto the field for the second half, there was a fire in their eyes.

Their opportunity came soon. Logan, the swift and agile striker, cut through the Redbacks’ defense like lightning, finding the perfect angle and scoring. The stadium erupted as the score leveled.

Golden Army 1, Redbacks 1.

The team mobbed Logan, their energy infectious. The game was on a knife’s edge, and every second felt like a lifetime.

As the clock wound down to the final minute, the score remained tied. The Redbacks controlled the ball, desperate for one last chance. Their forward launched a powerful strike, but Mason was ready this time. He dove, snatching the ball just before it crossed the line. Without missing a beat, he launched it down the field to Zack.

The ball zipped from player to player in a rapid sequence of passes. With the Redbacks scrambling to defend, Brody found himself with the ball at his feet and defenders closing in fast. With mere seconds left on the clock, he made the unselfish play, passing to Chad, who saw the opening. Chad didn’t hesitate.

SWOOSH!

The ball sailed past the Redbacks’ keeper and into the back of the net just as the final whistle blew.

Golden Army 2, Redbacks 1.

They had done it. Victory was theirs, earned in the dying moments of the game. As the team erupted into joyous celebration, hugging and cheering, they knew this was just the beginning. Their journey continued, but whatever came next, they would face it together.

Together, as brothers.