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The Denim Shirtâą THE INHERITANCE EP02
#robert james-collier#rob james-collier#robert james collier#rob james collier#daniel watson#the inheritance#the inheritance spoilers#mine#the denim shirt#how wonderful life is now that the denim shirt is in the world#that last gif though đ#it's his birthday but we were the ones getting gifts
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Hello to the Buddyfight fandom it's been a hot minute but god do i miss this show and have been making fanart for it in the background so i thought i'd post to tumblr too ^^
I swear every year I end up coming back to this show and wishing that it kept going, that it got rebooted, that i could just erase my memories of this show and just watch it all over again from the beginning to enjoy everything once again from Tasuku's own sense of justice twisting against him to Gao's suffering of PTSD and how heartfelt it was handled.
There's something very special about this show that I haven't been able to find replicated elsewhere. It has the most perfect world to exist (so much so that i'd love to be isekai'd into it if i could!!!) and while i have my own gripes with it (hi S3+) i honestly sometimes wish i could go back to my high school years of watching this show just to relive it all again :'D
Anyways!!! I hope there's still people out there who enjoy this show even ten years later who'll like seeing new funny artwork for it!
I wanna add too that i'm hoping to create a rewrite of FCBF (ft. seasons 1-3 + Ace) or at least create more artwork for my interpretation of it and its world!
Because, sincerely, this show is one of the few that, for all its flaws, hasn't disappointed me in the years that've followed unlike many other things i've seen and i wanna try to keep the spirit of it alive while I can thanks to that. And if there are any fans still in existence who love it, i wanna provide some food while its once again in my orbit because damn do i adore this show <3 <3 <#
#it's been like a year but im back on my buddyfight kick again#and since im back feeling dejected about OC things again i might try and focus on buddyfight stuff for a bit :Dc#fcbf#future card buddyfight#buddyfight#Deathgaze Death Dragon#Noboru Kodo#Tasuku Ryuenji#Gao Mikado#Drumbunker Dragon#Sawblade Dragon is a funny little critter I made as part of Tasuku's deck in my AU that im writing#and the other two monsters you can just barely see in the last image are Gallows/a Buddy I gifted Sofia#because tbh Sofia really needed a Buddy#specifically a Star Dragon World one#though as of this point in my AU she doesn't have her Star Dragon buddy bc it doesn't âExistâ yet ofc#middlemost image is also an old art thing but a headcanon thing for those mystery kids bc i like them despite not being a fan of-#Sofia/Tasuku all that much (tho had more effort gone into the writing behind them i probably would have liked them tbh lol)#I mean who doesn't like the idea of a guy who was at her side specifically and worked with her to achieve the bad guys goals#ends up watching his precious Buddy be attacked by her which is what snaps him out of his corrupted mental state to finally realize he's in#the wrong#& then when he later meets her as enemies he suffers cognitive dissonance of both loathing and respect towards her which culminates in him-#holding a personal vendetta towards her while also recognizing her efforts as a former ally who helped him during his Disaster days#and so when he gets to the future and has to rely on her help and guidance he has to confront the fact they're two sides of the same coin#& that she's neither an ally nor enemy but a mirror to himself of what he could've been if he'd decided to take action outside of the law#i mean#there was a LOOOOOOT of missed potential between Tasuku & Sofia if the show really wanted to go down the route of implying they end up a-#couple in canon (ESPECIALLY compared to Tasuku/Gao where it's clear Tasuku cares deeply about Gao and doesn't give a damn about Sofia)#and idk i felt we were robbed of a lot of things that could have given chemistry between Sofia and Tasuku
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have you helped women get out of abusive lesbian relationships before?
I have not, but I'd still be happy to help
#I've not yet encountered an instance of an abusive lesbian relationship irl#though ik they're out there#I've known one really toxic lesbian couple and I don't know if one was abusing the other#it seemed both were awful people in general#esp given they robbed me n my wife after we gave them free housing for several months... and gifts n shit too#but I'm never gonna say no to a woman in need of escape#mine#ask#anon ask#anon
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Fatherâs Day
@autistic-humanâs post and @moonlightcycle571âs comment on said post were the inspiration for this one. I love dad Marvel soooooo much, cause I think Billy would try his best to be a good adult figure without even realizing it can come off as parental. Heâd just be doing what he wouldâve wanted someone to do for him, which was be there for whichever kid no matter what. So what happens when a bunch of angsty teens with trauma meet him? Heâs obviously going to try his best to be there for them!
Like Kon, when he first met Marvel, he didnât really know what to think of the man. He was nice. Almost overwhelmingly so. He also helps Kon with anything if he ever needs help. Heâs also almost always around and is willing to talk about virtually anything with Kon too. And this isnât just exclusive to him, but to everyone. (It makes him feel slightly queasy sometimes. He hasnât realized what heâs feeling is jealousy whenever his parental figureâs attention is on another kid.) So thatâs why when Fatherâs Day came around and Mâgann suggested they all do something for Marvel, he was a little dumbfounded. One, because he just came to the realization that he thinks of Marvel as a kinda dad, and two, because what were they going to do? Marvel isnât actually their dad, so what if the Captain finds it weird? Kon really doesnât want to think about Cap finding all of this weird.
The YJ eventually decided to just get Cap a gift. They were all pretty sure thatâs what you were supposed to give fathers. Now the question is: what to give him?
Marvel: *goes to Mount Justice to check in on the kids*
YJ: *All in the kitchen fighting about how to frost the cookies cause they all did it differently*
Marvel: *hears them and comes to the kitchen*
YJ: *doesnât notice him*
Kon: *Does notice and picks up his batch of cookies and goes to Marvel* âCap.â *presents cookies to Billy*
Marvel: âHuh?â *stares at cookies. Konâs cookies are a bunch of mishapen blobs with smiley faces* âAre these for me?â
Kon: *nods head* âTheyâre you.â
Marvel: *takes a cookie with one of the biggest smiles Kon has ever seen on the manâs face* âThis is amazing⊠thanks Kon!â *bites cookie* âTheyâre really good too!â
Kon: âReally?â *eyes shining at the praise*
Marvel: âYeah!â *finishes cookie and is about to grab another one*
Other YJ members: *now notice Marvel and Kon* âWait! Wait! Wait! Try mine next!â *they all proceed to take turns shoving cookies into Marvelâs hands*
Marvel: *eats them all and gives each of them stellar reviews*
About after thirty minutes of Marvel and the kids eating cookiesâŠ
Marvel: âWhat was all this for by the way?â
YJ: âHuh?â
Marvel: âWhat was all this for? I mean, itâs not my birthday, soâŠâ *doesnât know itâs Fatherâs Day*
YJ: âOh uh⊠We just felt like it.â
Marvel: âOh. Okay!â *just happy to gobble the last, remaining cookies* âBy the way, this means a lot to me. Even if it was just a spur of the moment thing. I appreciate it.â
YJ: *all super duper uper happy he loves it but trying not to show it* âNo problem.â (Spoiler: theyâre not very good at hiding it.)
Then thereâs Damian. Heâs always had a love-hate relationship with Marvelâs happy go lucky, friendly attitude, but it sort of reminds him of Grayson so heâll never admit it but itâs leaning more towards love. The man has also weirdly never once gotten mad at him, or at anyone as far as he can tell. Heâs extremely patient, and the fact that Damian hasnât pushed the limits of that patience yet is surprising to the young Wayne. The man also knows a surprising about of animal facts and lets him pet his tiger. So thatâs another bonus. The man also doesnât underestimate him solely based on the fact heâs a child. So, when the Fatherâs Day holiday rolls around, he decides he would reward Marvel for being an admittedly commendable person.
Marvel: *standing by the window of the Titanâs tower, looking at Jump City*
Damian: *appears from nowhere* âCaptain.â
Marvel: *jumps before looking to Damian* âYes, Robin?â
Damian: *holds up Alfred the Cat* âThis is Alfred the Cat. Iâm giving you the privilege to pet him just this once. Say hi, Alfred.â
Alfred the Cat: *meows*
Marvel: âHi.â *little wave to Alfred* âNice to meet you, Alfred.â *shakes Alfredâs little paw before petting him*
Damian: *lets Marvel get a single pet in before pulling Alfred away* âAlright, thatâs enough.â
Marvel: âOh- uhâŠâ *smiles at Damian* âThanks for letting me pet him, Robin.â
Damian: âYour welcome.â *nods at him before walking off to bring Alfred back to the manor*
Then thereâs also Raven. She honestly had no intention of even thinking about the holiday, considering the fact her father is a demon that actively sucks and ruins her life. Then she saw Damian do his thing and after thinking about the Captain and how the man cares for her and her team members⊠she supposed he should get some type of reward. The man is extremely nice after all.
A little while after Damianâs departureâŠ
Marvel: *back to looking out the window*
Raven: *also appears out of nowhere* âMarvel.â
Marvel: *jumps just like with Damian and looks to her* âYes, Raven?â
Raven: *presents Marvel with a mini version of himself*
Mini Marvel: *waves to Billy*
Marvel: âWha?â *bends down slightly to look at Mini Marvel with a confused smile* âIs that me?â
Raven: *nods head* âItâs a new spell I learned. I wanted to show you.â
Marvel: *pokes Mini Marvel in the stomach* âThis is⊠Amazing!â *gives her a wide grin* âYouâre amazing!â
Raven: *a little surprised she feels happy at the manâs approval but isnât really hating* âThanks.â
Marvel: âActually, wait. Hold up!â *mutters a spell and in his hand spawns a Mini Raven. He places the Mini Raven in Ravenâs palm with the Mini Marvel*
Mini Marvel: *fawning over Mini Raven*
Mini Raven: *blankly staring at Mini Marvel and lets it fawn*
Marvel: âAnd youâre saying you learned this spell on your own?â *looks away from the Minis and to Raven* âThatâs awesome. You did a wonderful job.â
Raven: *doesnât really know how to handle all the praise* âThanks⊠Iâm uh⊠I think I left the stove on.â *instead of heading to the kitchen, runs off to her room*
Marvel ended up later telling the other members of the JL how many gifts heâs gotten that day. They were a little confused and wondered how many kids Marvel could have. But no, they found out that a lot of their own kids think of him as a somewhat father. Also, a few of the adults mightâve thought about slipping Marvel gifts when the man wasnât looking cause Billy being a dad isnât just exclusive to the kids.
#billy batson#captain marvel dc#dc captain marvel#shazam#fawcett#fawcett city#fawcett comics#rachel roth#raven dc#raven teen titans#raven roth#dc robin#damian wayne#kon el superboy#kon el#konner kent#kon el kent#conner kent#young justice#teen titans
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Dear Cass,
I only joined the Rise fandom a couple months ago, and I've only been following your comic during the last big run, but it was a wonderful wonderful thing that you created! Every time you posted an update, I would know from the rottmnt tag trending on tumblr and from the distant screaming of the community lol.
So, have this little piece of mine as a gift for everything that you gave us with your cool project!
One of my absolute favorite things in the comic was Casey's and F!Donnie's relationship. We were ROBBED in the movie, so it was really nice to see how you interpreted it based on very little data (like Casey wearing Genius Built TM clothes and having the same branded tech, AND YOU MADE IT SO BEAUTIFUL AND FUN I LOVED WATCHING THEM BREAK THE LAWS OF PHYSICS)
Soooo I just did this small thing, a simple "Uncle Tello!" "Casey Junior." moment.
I hope you like it! Have a great one @somerandomdudelmao (i'm so sorry i know you probably get tagged a lot but i really wanted you to see this if there is a chance qwq so so so sorry)
#somerandomdudelmao#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#save rottmnt#unpause rottmnt#cass apocalyptic series#rottmnt fancomic#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt donnie#rise donatello#rise donnie#rottmnt casey#rottmnt casey jones#rottmnt casey jr#rise casey#rise casey jones#rise casey jr
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I love to imagine Katniss, while she and Peeta growing together, trying to flirt with Peeta. Or generally get his attention.
Cause she would be completely unhinged. Fully sunset-orange dress. Little gifts from the forest left on his counter like a actual cat. Eventually she even sings because she notices he likes it a lot.
We were robbed of Katniss trying to flirt and I will never forget it.
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hiii, i just wanted to say i LOVE your iwtv fic, the characterization is just perfect *đ€*
If your requests are open I would like to request a loustat x fem!reader + claudia
reader is a vampire slightly older vampire than louis, turned in the 1860s by a 700 year old vampire, she was his first and only fledgling, they did not know eachother before he turned her (his wasing bleeding to death after being robbed in an alley), they had a close friendly/platonic relationship like siblings, and she met loustat in 1925, and joined their relationship, she like the odd one out as she's the calm/sensible one and a mediator between them. She acts like Claudia's fun aunt.
Sorry if it's long đ
, the rest is totally up you, just something where they get jealous/possessive over her please!!
Forever Young | Lestat x Reader x Louis
à· you meet someone who reminds you of your maker, and naturally gravitate to them, but your family isnât as welcoming to the idea of the man.
itâs definitely not too long, itâs perfect, i love it đ©·
âAleron, brother, please, open this door,â you beat on the door, no matter how much force you put in your hands, the door wouldnât budge.
You could see the sun rising, from under the door, his painful screams, following. The blood poured from your eyes, as you pleaded with him. You could still save him, you could nurse him back to life.
Finally, you could open the door, crying out as the sun graced your face. As you began to burn, you noticed the pile of ashes. You were too late, he was gone. Grabbing his coat, you backed into the house, shutting the door, before dropping to your knees, weeping loudly.
âAleron-
âY/n, are you alright?â your eyes opened, staring into Claudiaâs worried eyes. Sitting up, the familiar faces surrounded your coffin, Louis wiped your face with a soft handkerchief.
âIt was only a dream,â you smiled at them.
âAre you sure, you had us worried,â Claudia said, pulling you into a hug.
âIâm fine, really, we should get dressed,â you told her, watching as she nodded, getting up, and going to her room.
Lestat hadn't said a word, watching you, trying to see what it was that you weren't sharing. Turning to face him, you shook your head, climbing out of the coffin.
âIâm okayâ
âWhat was your dream?â he asked you.
âIt was a silly-
âThat left you crying,â he said, sternly.
âDon't push her to tell youâ
âIt's okay, Louis, I know he just wants to help,â you smiled.
âIf I have another, you'll be the first one to know, come on, get dressed,â you reassured him.
âDo we all have to go?â Claudia whined as you all got into the car.
âIt will only be for a little while,â Louis said, as Lestat started to drive.
Louis couldn't seem to fully let go of his family, randomly showing up with gifts. They already had their assumptions about him, yet he wouldn't stop trying. Lestat found it pointless, but you understood that he loved them still. Even when they blamed him for the passing of his brother, he still loved them all greatly.
âYou can sit in the car with me if you want,â you told her, smiling as she nodded in agreement.
While Lestat tried to be cordial with the family, you never made an effort. They'd stare at you, as you sat in the car, but you never looked their way. Yes, you thought Louisâ love for them was admirable, it didn't change what they thought of you all. They found your relationship weird and concerning, they questioned why none of you were ever seen during the day if you were seeing both Lestat and Louis. Their questioning was nevertheless exacerbating, so you kept a distance from them.
Your mind began to drift off, thinking back to your dream, to him. Aleron, your maker, your teacher, your companion, your brother, your father, your friend. It had been nearly 40 years since his departure, and yet when you thought of him, the wounds felt fresh.
He was your everything, the reason you were the way you were today. He exuded remarkable beauty, turned at only 14 years of age, by a follower of Akasha. With the queen of vampires' blood running through his veins, he quickly discovered the power and strength he possessed, compared to others. For centuries, he lived, killing hundreds upon hundreds of humans in his lifetime, and then he met you.
He had been hunting, when he came across the men, who, after robbing you, conceived the plan, their minds filled with corruption, sought to kill you as well. Taking turns they beat you, before stabbing you, taking all of your possessions, and that was very few things.
He could see into your thoughts, an orphan, who had recently come of age, trying to make it in a world that wasn't built for women to strive without the help of a man. You were alone, like him, and having compassion, he killed them, brutally for your name's sake. Turning you in that very dark alley.
Taking you in, he taught you companionship, the history of vampires, and advice on how to live, after being on earth for over 700 years. He loved you and you loved him, and there wasn't a love as strong, that either of you had ever witnessed.
Then it happened, somewhere within his teachings he regained his humanity. He didn't want to kill anymore, didn't want to be a child of the night, to be trapped in this forever youthful body. And so, 30 years into your life of vampirism, he used his power to keep the doors shut. He longed to die, accepting his fate while he stepped into the sun, becoming nothing more than dust.
âWeâll be right back,â Louis said, as the car stopped.
âOk,â you nodded.
After over three lonely decades of wandering, your heart ached at the thought of Aleronâs centuries on earth. He was but a child, when he was turned, making it impossible to build any nonplatonic relationships. Perhaps that is what made you love Claudia, Lestat, and Louis so much. In a way, you could see fragments of you and your maker in them.
âWhy do you think Daddy Lou keeps coming here, even though heâs not welcomeâ
âBecause they were once his family, it's hard to just stop loving someone who was once important to you, but it looks like they are coming back,â you pointed, seeing Louis and Lestat walking out of the house, visibly aggravated.
âYou and that white devil stay away from this house,â his sisterâs husband yelled.
âI own this house,â Louis reminded him. As they approached the car, he looked back at them once more.
âAnd he ain't white, he's French,â he corrected them.
Looking over at Claudia, you both covered your mouths, holding back the laughter.
âIt's alright, they can't say you didn't try to be there for them,â you told him, leaning up, kissing his cheek.
Sighing, he nodded in agreement, before he and Lestat began to talk about business ventures. You were relieved when the car finally parked, stretching, you smiled, seeing Claudia clap in excitement. She enjoyed hunting, surprisingly with Lestat, he wasn't as restrictive as Louis.
âWeâll meet back here, in twenty minutes?â Lestat announced, everyone nodded, before going their separate ways.
You didn't have much of an appetite tonight, after your dream. How real it felt, how vivid the memory was, it ruined any hunger that could've been there. Walking down the French Quarter, you stopped seeing the large nutria rat. You hadn't been introduced to drinking from rodents, until Louis and Lestat. No, it wasn't nearly as good as a person, but it managed to get the job done.
Quickly killing and draining the rat, you wiped your mouth, as you tossed it into the garbage. Walking along the sidewalk, you looked at the different stores, a few new ones, some closing down, others busy as always. As you passed by a shop, your eyes widened, before you backed up to stare at the cashier.
You couldn't believe your eyes, going into the fragrance store, he spoke, before looking at you. It couldn't be him, but here he was, looking the very same, only older.
âWelcome to Aromaessence, let me know if you need anyâŠthing,â he paused a little, as he stared at you. Nodding, you walked around the store, looking around, picking up random sprays, occasionally glancing at him.
Grabbing a floral bottle, you walked to the counter, slowly sitting it in front of him.
âIs that all for you, Miss?â he asked.
âYes,â you smiled, softly.
âAh, Lavender, this one smells so good,â he said, you could feel your eyes tingling.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, watching Aleron pick the flowers from his neighbor's garden. She would lose her mind if she caught you both here, but he couldn't help himself.
âGetting some lavender, put some in your bathwater, or just rub it on your skin, it smells wonderful,â he beamed, while you quietly laughed.
âIt does,â you agreed, your eyes traveling to his name tag. Aaron.
âAre you the new shop owner? I havenât seen the other man in a while,â you asked.
âNo, it's my cousin's store, his wife just had their first child and he asked me to come down and help out a bit, I'm from Chicago,â he explained.
âWell that was very kind of you,â you told him.
âUh, 30 cents is the total,â he said, chewing his bottom lip.
Handing him the coins, your eyes widened as his fingers brushed against your hand, as he accepted the money. You felt a spark.
âWould you like this in a bag, miss?â
âYes please,â you nodded, watching as he placed it into a small bag for you.
Walking behind you, you noticed as he closed both of the windows.
âClosing?â you asked him.
âAh, yes ma'am, you were the last customer of the night,â he nodded.
âI see, well, goodnight,â you told him, turning to leave.
âWait, I-um, have we met before? You look so familiar,â he said.
âI don't think so, goodnight Aaron,â you said.
âMay I have your name?â
âY/nâ
âGoodnight, Y/n, I hope to see you again,â he told you, before shutting the door.
You couldn't contain the smile on your lips, as you walked away. However, your eyebrows quickly furrowed, seeing the troubled expressions on Lestat and Louisâ face.
âWhat's wrong-
âYou know the boy at the fragrance store?â Louis started.
âAnd what could he have possibly said for you to keep smiling and laughing, I'm sure he wasn't that funny,â Lestat said with an attitude.
âYou were gone for more than twenty minutes, so we went to look for you,â Claudia told you. You couldn't believe they were acting jealous, riding in silence until he parked in front of the house.
âI don't know him, I was only being nice, he's practically a tourist,â you finally spoke up.
âSeemed like you thought he was cute,â Louis said.
âHe is cute, like when you look at kittens and puppies, you wouldn't get jealous if I was giving my attention to an animal,â you told them.
âActually-
âIâm yours and yours and yours, I don't have any room in my heart for any others,â you said, pulling Claudia into a hug, swirling her around, before placing her on the ground.
As she ran into the house, Louis and Lestat still stood outside, both of them pouted like a wounded animal.
âI just bought some perfume, no need to be jealous,â you spoke to Louis, as you pecked his lips.
âEither of you,â you said, as Lestat circled you, before accepting your kiss.
âYou two have to try to keep quiet tonight,â you moaned, as Louis kissed along your neck.
âNo promises, ma chĂ©rie,â Lestat groaned. Holding each of their hands, pulling into the house.
âClaudia, whereâs Y/n,â Louis asked, as he came down the stairs.
âNo idea, she left a note,â she said, pointing at the small note on the counter.
âI'll be back before sunrise, love you - Y/nâ
âAnd she expects us to believe nothing happened,â Lestat said, as he came down the stairs.
âWhy would she lie about that?â
âI can feel when I am being lied to, she's keeping something to herself,â Lestat said, as he went to sit on the sofa.
âMaybe she knows him, but didn't want to say anything,â Louis said.
âShe said she doesn't know him, and he wasn't a vampire, I would've knownâ
âHe probably doesn't know that she's a vampire, he could be a distant relative or an old friend-
âOr an old boyfriend, she said he was cute,â Claudia laughed but quickly stopped when the two stared at her with glances of horror.
âIâm going find her,â Lestat stood up.
âI was only messing around-
âYou do realize this affects you too, your aunt, mommy, sister Y/n, riding off into the sun with some mortal, or how about this, she turns him, he becomes her companion, and we wake to all of her belongings gone, so tell me, does any of this seem like a laughing matter?â he asked her, clarity washed over her face as she shook her head, realizing how serious the situation actually was.
Standing outside of the shop, you nervously played with your fingers. Unsure what you were even doing, or why you were doing this. He wasn't Aleron, yet he looked like him, could it be reincarnation, perhaps Aaron happened to be a part of the same bloodline somehow. You didn't know, but being around him, seeing him, in your heart you felt like he was still alive.
âMiss Y/n, did you want to buy another perfume, I could open back up?â Aaron said, as he stepped outside.
âOh no, I'm sorry, I was passing by and I changed my mind,â you said.
âThen perhaps, you'd like to go for a drive? I can't seem to get you out of my head, we could chat a bit, and become familiar with each other,â he offered, hesitantly.
âSure,â you agreed, following him to his car, getting in as he opened the door for you. Controlling his mind, with the spell gift, you sat quietly, while he spoke, during the ride, driving to the outskirts of Chalmette.
âY/n, where are you?â you could hear Claudia, but didn't say anything.
âYou need to come home, or at least tell us where you're at,â Louis followed.
âIf you're with him, I'll tear off his fucking he-
You blocked them out completely, even in his thoughts, Lestat managed to scream. They wouldn't understand, they had their maker, and Lestat seemed fine without Magnus. You never talked about Aleron, not sure where to even start, without a proper goodbye, part of you was left uncertain about so many things.
As he parked amid trees and darkness, you pulled the locket from your pocket.
âSorry, I figured we could use some privacy,â he said, leaning towards you when you pushed his face.
âI don't want to kiss you, Aaron, I have something for you,â you laughed.
âI-oh my god, this is so embarrassingâ
âDon't go yet, we don't know what they're doing, and we don't want to lose her trust,â Louis said, trying to be rational, despite struggling. It was usually you, who was being rational, the mediator, giving them the benefit of the doubt, and he was trying to do the same for you.
âTrust went out of the window when she got into the car with another man,â Lestat was seething, his eyes already red. He was sure that he would be in tears in a few minutes.
âMaybe she's feeding on him,â Claudia said hopeful, a worried expression on her face. Lestatâs words left her sad and anxious. You were a part of the family, a part of all of their lives individually, she wasn't sure how things would be if you decided to leave.
âI hope soâ
âDoes this look familiar to you?â you asked, holding up the locket.
âI don't know, I feel like I've seen it somewhere,â he furrowed his eyebrows. As he looked into your eyes, you began to glamour him.
âIt's yours, you dropped it, but you promised you would pass it down to any future children you had,â you said, handing it over to him.
âI did?â
âYes, try not to lose it,â you told him.
âI will, thank you for returning it,â he smiled.
âIt was my pleasure,â you said, reaching to touch his face, a bloody tear slipping from your eye.
âI wish you didn't leave me, I was so lonely,â you cried, as you held his face, keeping eye contact.
âI'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you,â he spoke.
âItâs okay, you have to go, after closing the shop, you went to get some food, and now you're going home, you didn't talk to or see anyoneâ
âI didn't talk to anyoneâ
âAnd tell your cousin you can't stay anymore you had to get back to Chicagoâ
âYou're right,â he nodded.
âI love youâ
âI love you, Y/n,â he repeated.
Moving in an instant, he snapped out of the hypothesis, furrowing his eyebrows, as he looked around the car. Shoving the locket into his pocket, he started the car and drove off. High in the sky, you looked down at him, the tears pouring down, a smile on your face.
Flying towards the city, you shook your head, lowering to the ground, stopping in front of the car.
âY/n,â Claudia gasped, getting out of the car, wrapping her arms around you.
âWhy did you all follow me?â you questioned, surprised to see they were so close.
âWhy did you lie to us? You said you didn't know him, he wasn't this, he wasn't that, he's like a puppy, we don't have to worry,â Lestat began to swear up a storm in French. Smashing your lips into his, you grinned at him.
âYou're too cute when you're jealous, I told you, I only have room for three vamps in my life, and I don't intend to make room for moreâ
âYou had us worried, we tried contacting you-â you interrupted Louis kissing his lips.
âI could hear you, trying to be reasonable, I'm so proud of you,â you told him.
âSo what was it? Why did you bring him out here, just to not kill him?â Claudia asked.
âHe looks like my maker, we were companions, he was a brother, and when he died, I felt lost. I know it seems dumb, but I glamoured him, so I could say a proper goodbye, I didn't mean to make you all worry and be jealous,â you said, kicking the dirt.
âThat's all? how could I stay mad at that?â Louis asked, picking you up, and spinning you around. As he placed you down, Lestat slowly approached, pulling you closer.
âNo more secrets,â he said, you could see past his calm demeanor, how stressed he was at the idea of you leaving.
âNo more secrets,â you nodded, before grabbing Claudiaâs hand, and climbing into the backseat.
During the drive back, you looked up at the sky, as Claudiaâs lustrous nails lightly dragged against your hand.
âWhy are you giving this to me,â you asked, as Aleron stood behind you, placing the necklace on your neck.
âThis was a family heirloom, my father gave it to me, to pass down our bloodline, you are the closest thing I have to a child,â he explained.
âBut aren't heirlooms passed down, once the person diesâ
âOne day, I will die,â he told you, but you shook your head.
âStop talking like that, you said you have to want to die for you to be able to, do you want to die?â you asked him, worried.
âNo, my child, but if I did, you could find love, a companion, or even a covenâ
âBut then who would be there, with youâ
âI've been alone a long time, Y/n, I think I could manage,â he laughed.
âAs long as you're alive, I won't leave your side,â you smiled.
âSounds like I am holding you backâ
âI didn't say thatâ
âIf I did, maybe I'd be reincarnated-
âDo you really believe in that, or have you been reading a lot latelyâ
âA little bit of both, could you imagine that I came back, and we met againâ
âI guess it sounds cool in theory, but I wouldn't know how to feel if I saw you all old and wrinkled,â you laughed.
âThen I'll make sure every time we meet I am still young, maybe older than this body, but forever young, in your eyes,â he said.
âYou wouldn't want to be a vampire again?â
âI don't think so, eternal life but no family, no children, no physical aging, no sun. When I was a child, I'd play in the sun for hours,â he thought back fondly.
âYou have me, I am your family,â you told him.
âThat, you are, and I am grateful to say that in my final moments, I have been loved, and I will always find my way back to you, my precious fledgling, until we meet again,â he said, his hand brushing against your cheek before he stood up.
âWhat?â you frowned, standing up.
âSit, you must prepare for rest,â he commanded, using his powers to make you sit down.
You tried fighting, tried standing, but couldn't move, only able to watch him walk towards the door. Blood was already trickling down your face, realizing his plan. It wasn't until he was outside, that you were able to stand, rushing to the door, that wouldn't open.
"Aleron, brother, please, open this door," you beat on the door, no matter how much force you put in your hands, the door wouldn't budge.
You could see the sun rising, from under the door, his painful screams, following. The blood poured from your eyes, as you pleaded with him. You could still save him, you could nurse him back to life.
Finally, you could open the door, crying out as the sun graced your face. As you began to burn, you noticed the pile of ashes. You were too late, he was gone.
Grabbing his coat, you backed into the house, shutting the door, before dropping to your knees, weeping loudly.
"Aleron, oh god,â you screamed, clutching the coat.
Driving past a small gas station, you could Aaron, leaning against his car, as the worker pumped the gas.
âGoodbye, Aleron,â you spoke to his mind, smiling as he looked around, his hand going to the locket that he had put around his neck already.
âUntil we meet again, my beloved, makerâ
âSo I know we're all made up, but could you three wait until I'm out hunting for the makeup sex, I don't think I can take another night of Uncle Les being all loud and whatnot,â Claudia said, making you and Louis both laugh, while Lestat groaned loudly at her already back getting on his nerves.
Maybe he was right, losing him, who, at the time was your everything, made a way for you to have what he never got to experience, your own little family.
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how bout a charles leclerc x kpop idol reader? where charles and the reader have been dating even before they became famous. theyve been soft-launching each other for years and years, and the fans are trying to figure it out.
ps: i imagine jennie kim as the face claim (i love her sm)
gf reveal please
summary: when fans are manifesting a relationship they donât know already exists
pairing: charles leclerc & reader
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youruser happiest girl in the worlddd
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rubylove to the person that sends her blue flowers every year for her birthday, thank you <3
heartyn the way sheâs always getting the same flowers every year đ
petrolh lewis what are u doing here đ
pink1 pretty sure they did a campaign together recently so nothing juicy from them
rosiesyn i just want to know whoâs been gifting her flowers every year
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charles_leclerc from the camera roll đž
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lecler16 ahhh not charles in his soft launch the flowers again???!-
scuder1a going to pretend i didnât see the last slide đ«¶đ»
pierregasly đ
amorcl ???
lestapa33n what does this mean
pinkari i want to say something but i donât want to get ratioed on here too
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youruser uk recap (ps. wasnât exactly the results we wanted but still had a good time!)
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pinkscuderia HELLO YN WAS AT SILVERSTONE AND THERE WAS NO PICTURES OF HER AT THE PADDOCK??!/!/
ynnniviee we were robbed of yn content at the race
char_les PLEASE TELL ME WE HAVE SOME CONTENT OF YN WITH THE DRIVERS scuderiaferrari
scuderiaferrari đ€
sainzchar DOES THAT MEAN YESS???
scuderiaferrari see you again next race?
pinkari CHARLES IN THE LIKES??? ONE STEP CLOSER TO MY SHIP SAILING
lechairs but charles already has a gfâŠ
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charles_leclerc 9th. not the results we were expecting but thank you for the continuous support. next stop break.
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itsleclerc silverstone + strategist screwed over charles this weekend but the man still has the mood to soft launch..
clmcquen shout to to charles gf for helping him through this tough time
lechairrie one day ferrari will stop fcking up charles
ynmon would have been great if yn got to celebrate a win with ferrari :(
youruser forever proud! comment has been deleted
sainzchair ENOUGH with posting the back of her head gf reveal pls
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charles_leclerc always nice to spend the holidays with family â€ïž
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itslec1erc itâs been 5 holidays gf reveal when đ„č
scuderiaferrari lovely family â€ïž
carlossainz55 this a big ass tree
landonorris psa! charles gf makes more money than him
charles_leclerc as she should :)
alex_albon when i borrowed $200 from her and she didnât ask for it back đđ»
ynlnlover is anymore here from yn recent post?!
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youruser happy holidays everyone!
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ariyn the dress... the tree... the private jet
sharleclerc waittt is this the girl from charles recent post???
landonorris oop the dots are connecting
georgerussell63 did you get me a christmas gift this year??
youruser uM haha
ynhearrt NOO MOTHER FIRST DATING RUMOR đ
plsyn f1 driver x kpop idol is the weirdest crossover iâm sorry???
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charles_leclerc took her on a trip for our fifth anniversary â€ïž
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pierregasly damn i wanted to be the one who did the reveal đ
youruser ilyy đ
carlossainz55 does this mean i can finally post my pictures đ
sharlcare STOP THIS IS SO UNEXPECTED
ynmomm THE VISUALS WNSNDNSNW
scuderiaferrari parents đ«¶đ»
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youruser me and my man <3
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pinkari EVERY TONGUE THAT RISES AGAINST ME SHALL FALL
leschairs it was you and me against the world :(
charles_leclerc yn only agreed to hard launch cause she didnât want pierre to reveal it himself đ
pierregasly you never want to see me win :/
landonorris adopt me đ«¶đ»
ynfan THE PRETTIEST COUPLE
charlyn donât know who i want more, yn or charles đ
carlossainz55 donât forget about me đ„č
#charles leclerc au#charles leclerc#formula 1 imagine#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc smau#formula one smau#f1 instagram au#formula 1 x reader#f1 imagine
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âI GET LOST INSIDE ALL THE STARS IN YOUR EYES, ITâS A GALAXY.â ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, nikolai, sigma
â how do the bsd men kiss you? (& other things.)
a/n. rev writes this knowing well sheâs awkward w physical touch ân has never kissed a guy. hdjshsh.
info. fem!reader. fluff !! + a bit sugg. established relationships. kissing, making out. mentions of bsd s5ep11 spoilers for dazai. pinch of angst if you squint.
DAZAI loves to listen to you ramble. he loves listening to you pour out your mindâs lively ideas to him out loud, whether itâd be something super philosophical that could match even his intellect, or something insignificant like the tv show you were watching last night before you fell asleep, waiting for him to come home. he is fascinated by anything and everything you sayâso much, he wants to shroud the part of your body that speaks with love.
Which, of course, applied when Dazai finally returned to you from Meursault, after what had seemed like himself or you trying to cross the infinite sea of time.
You ran towards Dazai, his face clear and unhidden from the full moonâs light. He stood there with the biggest smile on his face, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck and envelope his taller figure in your embrace, but oh, he shouldnât assume and expect loving gestures so quickly.
Instead, he was met with a fist to his chest, a punch with quite some power packed into it. Not enough to actually hurt him, of course, but Dazai would react dramatically either way.
âO-Ow! Bella!? What was that for?â
He looked down at you, catching an emotion as intense as fire in your eyes as you met his concerned, honey-dipped ones back, realizing you were being serious. Your fist was still connected to his upper body, and he stole a quick glance to observe your stateâgood, sheâs been taking care of herself; she hasnât skipped her mealsâbefore meeting your face once again.
You let him bathe in a few moments of anxious silence before you finally started shouting.
âYou didnât even warn me!â
âI had no idea where you were!â
âDo you know how scared I felt?!â
Dazai continued to stand in place, not backing away when you continued to throw feeble punches at his torso with every frustration you cried out, when tears started to fall from your eyes, and when you stopped boxing him to surrender into his chest but not holding your tongue just yet.
âYouâre so stupid and insane for this one, Osamu. Prison?! And you couldnât even get a telephone toâŠyknow? Call me? Talk to me? I hate yââ
âShh.â
Dazai had cupped your face, and before you could speak anymore, he sealed his lips over yours. Immediately, you kissed him back, abandoning all anger toward him by his action.
His eyes were half-lidded as he admired how yours looked in the silver moonlight. Up close, you were encompassed in his signature smell of green tea and a hint of mint, tempting you to keep him close to you even more.
âIâŠmissed you so much, âsamuâ you said in between kisses.
âIâve missed you even more.â You were lifted off of your feet, legs wrapped around his waist, as Dazai continued to press his mouth onto yours. He meant what he saidâhe savored the feeling of your warmth on him and the taste of your lips once again after not having it for so long. And robbing you of the same bliss along with it.
âIâm so sorry. Iâll make everything up to you, love,â he whispered as your hands found their way to sift through his soft, brunette hair. âIâll kiss you as many times as you wish.â
âIâm sure you will even when I donât wish,â you replied as you both pulled away for air, chuckling. âYouâre not slyâwe both know you kiss me to shut me up.â
âAnd I donât see a problem with it?â he asked, his usual smug smile returning to his face before he gently peppered your forehead next.
âNo. No, I donât either.â
CHUUYA loves to spoil you. the top mafia executive spoils you with gifts, jewelry, accessories, breakfastâŠlunchâŠdinner, you name it. he also loves to spoil you with affection. after long days at work, he is always relieved to come home to the one good and comforting person in the world.
âWelcome home, Chuuya!â you greeted as you heard the front door open, the ginger-haired entering the house.
âWhatever youâre making smells delicious, doll,â he responded in a delightful tone, probably the first time he spoke so pleasantly all day.
You smiled. âI just finished making dinner.â
He walked toward you in the kitchen, pulling you into a hug.
âWhatâs up?â you replied, giggling at embrace as you wrapped your arms around him in return.
âJust missed you, thatâs all,â Chuuya replied. â Youâre heaven-sent, yknow.â
You felt touched by his words. âI missed you too, Chuu,â you replied. âAnd Iâm glad you feel that way. You deserve the best, and thatâs what Iâm trying to be.â
âDoll, you are the best. And you deserve the best,â he responded.
âLike this.â He gently lifted the custom necklace clasped around you. It was his present for one of your anniversaries, brought from some foreign country.
âBut you deserve even more than material things.â He moved hair out of your face as he looked into your eyes.
He then moved closer to your face until his lips brushed over yours, and you could feel the warmth of his face.
âSomething like this,â he said and then kissed you.
Luxurious as he was, his cologne smelled the same, completely engulfing you in his world. Chuuya showed you just how much you deserved by trailing his hands down to your waist, soothingly adoring every part. Meanwhile, his cerulean eyes gazed into yours, recording how pretty you looked to save in his mind.
âYouâre so beautiful, doll.â
He felt you smile against his lips. âAnd youâre so handsome.â You broke away and then took the hat off of Chuuyaâs head.
âYouâre likeâŠthe person who can pull off the fedora the best.â You placed the hat on your head, his scent even more prominent on that accessory.
âYou say that, yet I think I have competition now. Yâlook cute with it on too.â Chuuya smiled, approving you with his signature hat.
You placed a kiss on his cheek. âLetâs eat now before the food gets cold.â
RANPO was very high-maintenance. you had to buy him snacks, you had to give him hugs, you had to do anything in the best wishes of the worldâs greatest detective or elseâŠheâd whine. and once he started complaining, he would not back down until you gave in. yet, however childish he was, you found him cute and didnât love ranpo any less for his call of your affection.
âRanpo! What do you need?â
Your boyfriend had run into the bathroom where you were trying to do your makeup, currently putting lipstick on your face.
â âm really hungry,â he said, obnoxiously staring at you apply the red shade to your lips.
âHungry? Oh, the snacks are in the pantry. I thought youâd already seen them?â
âNo! I donât want them!â
âHuh?â You paused and immediately turned toward him in utter disbelief that he had just declined his favorite food.
âAre you okay, Ranpo?â
âNo!â He was unanticipatedly so loud that you flinched, accidentally running the lipstick off your mouth.
ââŠYouâre not looking for snacks?â
âNo!â
âThen what do you want?!â
âYou!â
There was an awkward silence, and you noticed Ranpoâs face had gone entirely the shade of your lip as he stood, pouting.
It was apparent he was embarrassed for what he just blurted out. You almost wanted to laugh.
âYou couldâve just asked me!â you replied with a chuckle in your voice. âCome here.â
Ranpo trodded toward you, still visibly frustrated.
âWhat do you want?â you asked.
âWell, first of all, you didnât kiss me before I left for work this morning!â
You sighed, amused that he was whining so much because of that. And how he would never directly admit what he wanted from youâalways making you have to solve puzzles and guess riddles to figure him out.
But it was also incredibly endearing how Ranpo took all your affections toward him to heart, no matter how big or small they were.
âAwh, Iâm sorry I missed that,â you replied. âIâll make that up to you.â
You kissed Ranpoâs cheek, stamping a red signature on the spot. You moved to his other cheek, and then his forehead, and then everywhere in between until he was covered in your smooches.
âLook!â you turned Ranpo toward the mirror for him to see what art youâve created on him.
âYouâre forgetting one place,â he said, turning his face to look at all angles.
âReally? Where?â you asked. He surely didnât need anymoreâhis whole face showed proof you touched him everywhere with your lips.
âHere stupid, duuuuh,â he responded, kissing you on the lips. He moved your back to the edge of the sink counter, and then lifted you up to sit on it.
âHungry, are you?â you giggled as he teased you with his tongue. âI avoided that spot on purpose, stupid.â
âWho are you calling stupid, stupid?â He ran his thumb over the stain your lipstick messed up on. You could feel him smirk.
âYou, stupid! It was your fault after all. And look at your face!â
âSweetheart, if youâre calling me stupid, you are too. One, youâre just stupid, and two, youâre stupid for being with me!â
You pulled back, laughing. âIf I must be stupid to be with you, then I guess Iâm stupid.â
âThereâs a solution! If you call me smart, itâll make you smart.â
âFine, Ranpo. Youâre the smartest person I know in this world.â
NIKOLAI loves surprising you. he finds your sudden reactions nothing short of adorable. which is why he caught you off-guard so much, so that he could see the cute responses you made, duh? widened eyes, mini jumps, and yelps were a few things he oddly took delight in.
Which is why the jester loves to surprise you with a kiss whenever he greets you. Though, whenever he does, you receive no warning. And you never know whether he wants to give you a simple peck on the lips or a full-on makeout session. It was expected to always be unexpected.
You were walking down the hallway to your room with a basket of clean laundry when you suddenly heard the all-too-familiar cheery, charismatic voice.
âDove being productive, hm?â he chirped.
You scanned the entire room with your eyes, but you couldnât see Nikolai anywhere, even though there was nowhere to hide.
âKolya?â
âHeheâŠI think itâs time for a quiz time!! Where am I?
âAm I here?â You heard a swift movement to the right of you, but as you turned, nothing was there.
âOrrr, here?â Now, you felt something brush your left side, but once again, when you turned to look, you were greeted only by Casper.
âHow about here?â His voice was suddenly quieter but closer, more intimate.
You felt his frame against your back.
âKolya!â you jolted in reflex, dropping the laundry basketânot expecting Nikolai to appear right behind youâbut then, he surprised you even more by turning your face to the side and crashing his lips into yours.
He was so tall that he could easily lean over you to kiss you from behind your back.
You made a muffled squeal, and in the next moment, Nikolai had you against the wall with your hands above your head.
He stared at you as if nothing else in the world mattered because he already knew the reaction he would get out of you. You felt so shy and vulnerable under his complete gaze, but Nikolai was also meanâhe didnât allow you to move an inch to save face.
He wanted to enjoy the full show.
âH-hey! You can at least blinkâŠâ you blurted out when he finally let your face go, though he immediately grabbed you again seconds after.
âHm? Whatâd you say, dove?â he asked, kissing you again. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were so soft and tasted like candyâhow could he not be greedy for more?
âYouâre so cute, baby!â he exclaimed when he finally pulled back. You were pantingâNikolai showed no mercy when he wanted you to himself.
But you still smiled in return when he gently bopped you on the nose with his mouth, a stark contrast to what he just did.
âAh, did I get carried away?â He only then noticed you out of breath. âSorry, I just missed you so much!â
âItâs alright,â you replied, hugging him, the scent of strawberry cake lingering on his body. âThough, whatever happened to a hi; hello?â
âYouâll never get anything boring from me, dove,â Nikolai giggled. âThatâs one thing Iâm certain of.â
SIGMA treats you like the most precious thing in the world, a princess. you need your shoes tied? oh, heâs on the floor with the laces. you need to go somewhere? heâs driving you there. you want to visit the sky casino? he would rig all the games so that youâd win every time. sigma is sweet and politeâhe would always make sure you are fine with something before going ahead with it.
âHow about here? I think this is a nice spot.â
âOkay! Letâs set our stuff here then.â
You and Sigma set down everything you brought for your evening picnic on the hills. The spot he had pointed out was directly in front of the sun setting behind the mountains, its golden glow bathing the earth in the dayâs final hour of light.
Once all the food was organized on the blanket, you took out a couple of ribbons from your pocket.
âDo you want me to help you?â Sigma asked as you tried to figure out where to put them in your already-styled hair without a mirror. He noticed your struggle.
âOh! Sure,â you replied with a shy smile, and immediately after, he was behind you, taking the braids in your hair and tying the ribbons onto those.
âThank you,â you replied when he was done, and when Sigma stepped back, he smiled in admiration.
âOf course.â He took your hand as you both sat beside each other.
âItâs so pretty here.â You turned to face the mountains, the sun halfway below the horizon. âYou were right; this is the perfect spot!â
You looked back at Sigma, but it seemed like he paid no attention to the view at all. His eyes were only on you.
ââŠSigma?â
âY-you look really pretty,â he said, eyes not leaving once you made eye contact with him.
ââŠCan I kiss you?â
Immediately, you felt your heart melt because your lover was so innocent and lovely. You had been together for months, yet he was still asking for permission to kiss you.
âOf course, Sigma! Weâre literally dating, you can kiss me whenever you want.â
âO-okay!â You giggled at his smitten reaction.
You closed your eyes and puckered your lips in a dramatic act of preparation.
It seemed you had been mistaken, though. Because, he had kissed you on the forehead.
âO-Ohhâoops, I thought you meant-â
But then, Sigmaâs lips were over yours. His hand that wasnât holding yours gently guided your face towards his. His touches were all tender, expressing how much he adored you.
You wrapped your own free hand around his neck, pulling him closer. You opened your eyes slightly to take a peek, seeing his own were fluttered closed under such pretty eyelashes, and his expression content, basking in your comfort.
It was as if you and him finally breaking away was the moonâs cue to rise. The sun had set entirely by the time you were done, shades of warm-toned colored clouds left as a trail.
âThat was sneaky of you, Sigma,â you laughed, cheeks warm and your head a bit hazy from how everything in the setting was so dreamy. âYou tricked me by going for my forehead first.â
âI wasnât going to kiss you straight-up like that! It was intimidating, you just waiting!â
You laughed some more, seeing his own cheeks tint a light shade of pink. âCome on, letâs eat.â
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Leslye Headland cares more about the Sith than the Jedi. I think her particular fascination is pretty undisputed at this point.
She explicitly says she wanted to write a Dark gothic romance featuring the Sith. And she got as much money as Dune 2 to do that. She got an enormous gift to tell the story she wanted. Okay. Fine. Not my cup of tea. But kudos to her for somehow collecting all those coins.
However, as a consequence of her lack of care for the Jedi, she ends up gleefully twisting them to fit her own power fantasy.
For example from the Collider interview we learned:
How the Jedi became stand-ins to attack the "institution" (of her choice, likely a religious one)
That the Jedi were used to critique patriarchy, with the Jedi master-to-padawan relationship somehow analogous to sexist father and oppressed daughter.
That Anakin murdering Tuskens and keeping it a secret inspired how Vernestra kept the Brendock scandal a secret (and that Vern is on a tragic arc too).
That she roots for Mae because the Jedi would never hold themselves accountable.
How the Jedi destroy children's worlds and how empowering it can be when, for example, they reclaim the saber that killed their parents.
How Sol and the Jedi caused Osha's loneliness.
That Sol talking about his love for Osha somehow robbed her of her agency? The agency Osha uses to join forces with the man who kidnapped her, killed her friends, and tried to kill her sister the previous day.
How she's using Senator Rayencourt as the voice of reason, and an audience stand-in, who asks "legitimate" questions about the Jedi having too much power.
That the Jedi have become cluelessly unaware of how they are perceived or that they could do wrong, because they've relied too long on their high status.
How the Jedi have always been "extremely flawed" (from the GQ interview)
A lot of this is not just divisive or cynical. It's creepy?
Headland wanted a dark Jane Austin romance featuring the villains in Star Wars - okay fine. I still think it could have been done without burning her Jedi Barbies to create new canon. I mean...its just brutal.
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So my dearest Frens... even if itâs my day today I gift you with Part 6... I hope you enjoy it and have a good night... day... whatever timezone you live in â„ïž
The other Bronze â Pt.6
You woke up with pain in your wrist. You felt every pulse shooting right up into your wrist. You groaned and grabbed your phone seeing it was just after 3AM. You groaned again but pushed yourself up and stood up going on a painkiller hunt. You entered the dark kitchen and started searching for the pain meds knowing Lucy normally leaving them in one of the cupboards. You were just rummaging through the third cupboard as suddenly the light got turned on and you swirled around feeling like a kid with it's hand in the cookie jar.
âJesus fuckâ you exclaimed shocked being confronted by a scared looking Ona
âWhat are you doing?â the blonde asked evenly as shocked holding up a fly swat like it was a baseball bat
âI'm looking for drugsâ you gritted through your teeth
âWhat?â Ona asked confused
âMy wrist hurts like a bitch... I need painkillersâ you huffed out before noticing the fly swat âWhat's up with that?â
âOhâ the blonde quickly lowered her weapon âI thought we were being... robadoâ
âYou what?â you looked at her completely lost
âYou know... when strangers come and take your stuffâ she shrugged her shoulders
âRobbed... you thought you were being robbed and then you thought it would be a grand idea to defend yourself â and my sister â with a fly swat... great choiceâ you snorted unimpressed
âIt was the first thing I could grabâ the spaniard shrugged
âJust a small tip... if you have robbers in your house... call the police and do NOT engage with them.. they probably kill youâ you said before turning around searching again
âThey're in the bathroom... our bathroomâ Ona clarified as she saw you looking around again
âYou have an own bathroom?â you turned around again looking at her confused
âWe do... wait I get them for youâ she smiled before disappearing
âOwn bathroom... who does she think she is.. Taylor Swift or what?â you mumbled to yourself plopping down on a chair at the kitchen table
âHere you are Bebitaâ Ona said as she put a half a tablet in front of you getting you a glass of water from the sink
âLucy gave me two... you are pretty tight with my drugsâ you grumbled seeing that half a pill
âLucy overdosed you and you were high half of the dayâ Ona countered smirking
âSHE WHAT???!!!â you screeched
âWhat do you remember from yesterday?â the blonde asked carefully
âYour friends were over, Luce gave me pills, I sleptâ you shrugged your shoulders
âEhrm... yeah... do you remember being in the gym with Alexia?â Ona hummed
âHuh?â you looked at here like SHE lost it this time
âOkay... believe me â a half a pill is more than enough... the rest Lucy can explain... Are you hungry Bebita? You haven't had a lot in the last couple of hours... I can... batter something upâ the blonde spaniard offered
You just stared blankly at her.
âYes... no?â Ona looked at you expectantly
âYes... pleaseâ you said carefully
âWhat's wrong?â the blonde asked
âWhy are you so nice to me?â you asked unsure
âWhy wouldn't I be?â she questioned back
âI dunno...â you shrugged â... but I feel like you shouldn't beâ
âWhy do you feel that way?â the blonde looked confused
âGod... now you sound like my therapistâ you rolled your eyes but a smile was tucking on the edge of your lips
âSo... why do you feel I shouldn't be nice to you?â Ona tried again
âI... I.. I blamed you, you know... and I came here with the thought of hating you... and you're nice to me...â you mumbled looking away
Ona just looked at you before it dawned on her
âYou thought Lucy didn't come to your birthday because of me... because she prioritized me over youâ Ona concluded slowly
âI'm sorry... I really am...â you nodded as you looked up at her with sad eyes
âYou have nothing to be sorry about, y/n... I understand it... and I know Lucy wants to talk to you about it, but you know her â she's snoring her life awayâ Ona smiled at the end
âHow did you know?â you mumbled surprised
âYou talked a lot yesterday...â the blonde smirked as your eyes widen
âWhat did I talk about?â you ask panicking
âYou called Aitana flawless... Alexia pretty... MapĂ a colorbook and you spilled that you're dating one Georgia Stanwayâ Ona smirked
âShitâ you're eyes widen even more and all colour leaves your face âshit shit shit shit shitâ
âCalm down... she will talk to you about it but she's not mad... not really â more hurt that you didn't tell herâ the blonde said calmly
âShe's going to kill G... and then me... or first me and then herâ you just kept panicking not listening to Ona
âY/n... she won't, okay... there's more you two need to talk about... but Lucy is NOT madâ the spaniard grabbed your hand running her thumb over the back of it
âDon't let her kill me...â you whined â... Keira... I need to talk to Keira first... and then Keira can talk to Lucy and Lucy will talk first to you and I can flee the countryâ
âOkay... enough... nothing bad is going to happen â now here's how the next minutes will go... you tell me what you want to eat, then you take your painkiller and then you'll go back to bed... in the morning you and Lucy will sit down and talk to each other â REALLY talk...â Ona put her foot down hoping you wouldn't hold it against her
âOkay... okay..â you took a deep breath before looking at your sisters girlfriend hopefully âI know you guys are pro athletes and live on a diet... but do you have ANYTHING sugary? Cookies? Sweets? Anything?â
âDon't tell your sisterâ Ona pointed at you threating but smiling before standing up and got some chocolate chip cookies from a cupboard.
âOh godâ you moaned happily as you bit half a cookie off âdefinitely not telling her... because then I need to shareâ
âSlowlyâ the blonde warned you as she saw you shoving two more cookies into your mouth
You slowed down but ended five more cookies before Ona took the package away. You looked at her hurtful but she just shot you a âDon't push itâ-glare. She's getting really good with reading you, you must admit. Not Keira good, but... good.
âCome on Bebita... take your pill and back to bed... it's nearly 4AMâ Ona smiled softly at you watching you as you took your painkiller without further protest
âCan I sleep in your bed?â you ask pouting
âYour sister snoresâ the blonde reminded you
âI knowâ you rolled your eyes âI grew up with herâ
âCome on thenâ Ona nodded towards the bedroom âI'll take the guestroomâ
âYou.... with us?â you asked getting a little light headed again
âI don't think that's a good idea Bebita... your sister gets quite... handsy early morningsâ Ona tried to bring her point across
âMorning sex?â you ask pulling a face your brain a bit foggy
âSometimes... but that's not the point... how do you feel Bebita?â the blonde checked on you having a slight hunch
âBit funnyâ you mumbled âsleepyâ
âCome on then... I'll get you to bedâ Ona sighed as she stood up signalling you to follow her
You followed suit standing up slowly following the blonde spaniard as said woman turned off the light in the kitchen while you grabbed the back of her shirt so you have a little guidance to not run into anything.
âOff you go to your sister... lay on right side so you don't hurt your wrist further â you might need to push Lucy over a little bit... she likes to sleep in the middleâ Ona smiled encouraging as she stopped in front of their bedroom door.
âOh don't I know itâ you mumble as you let go of Onas shirt and stepped forward â to just run straight into the door.
Your face connected loudly with the wooden door. You needed a few seconds to realize what happened before your hand flew to your nose as you started to swear loudly which caused Lucy to finally wake up and open the bedroom door.
âWhat the Fuck, y/n? Do you know what time it is?â she whisper yelled at you as you try to hold back the tears that threatened to leave your eyes âIf you wake Ona up with your nonsense, I swear to godâ
âI'm already up... your sister needed painkillers and since you don't hear anything once you're out, I took care of itâ Ona said rolling her eyes as she grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you inside the bedroom to sit you down on the edge of the bed.
âLet me look Bebitaâ she said softly as she pried your hand off your face.
âI bet it's broken... just my fucking luckâ you whined
âLet me look firstâ the blonde spaniard chuckled as she inspected your nose âNo... not brokenâ she smiled at you
âWhat is going on here???â Lucy asked behind you both looking so SO confused
âI woke up and my wrist was killing me... so I investigated the kitchen for painkillers since THAT'S where painkillers belong... turns out your girlfriend hasn't got the deepest sleep and tried to kill me with a fly swat thinking I'm a robber... then she gave me some toast and my painkillers and I asked if I could sleep at yours... she said yes and led me over here and told me to go on... which I did...â you explained everything lying about the cookies
â... and you decided to run straight into the door?â Lucy asked you perplex
âHow should I have known the door was closed? Who closes their bedroom door??â you said upset
âMe when my little sister is aroundâ your sister countered and you could see the small smirk as your eyes grew wide and you started to dry heave
âLucyâ Ona swatted your sisters shoulder hard âDon't worry Bebita... she's just messing with youâ
âI wouldn't put it past herâ you mumbled and shivered
âPaybackâ your sister growled playfully
âLook... I was.... non compos mentis... I don't remember anything so you can't hold anything against meâ you started to defend yourself knowing what your sister was referring to.
âOkay... both of you... either you go back to bed OR you go back into the kitchen and talk it out â I won't have you beat around the bush at 4AM when I could be sleepingâ Ona interfered strictly shooting you both a warning glare
âI'm half drugged I don't careâ you shrugged your shoulders
âBed it is thenâ the blonde spaniard said and both of you knew there's no room for discussion
It took a little bit of shuffling before Lucy and you got comfortable in bed as Ona leaves as promised to sleep in the guest bedroom
You woke up hours later to an empty bed the sun already standing high in the sky as you rolled over and out of bed. You padded barefoot into the kitchen to find your sister sitting at the table books and papers spread out in front of her.
âHeyâ you said tiredly scratching your head
âHey Bubsâ she looked up at you smiling âGood sleep?â
âMhmâ you hummed as you fell down on a chair beside her
âHow are you feeling Bubs?â she asked and you could tell she genuinely cares
âTired... kinda burned out... like my body wants to shut down but somehow it keeps going... my brain is not function and still runs a million miles an hourâ you answer honestly and for the first time you were completely honest with your sister
âWhat happened at home... I know my birthday was just an excuse to flee mom and dad... probably more momâ Lucy leaned back in her chair to look at you
âI just.... I felt so alone Luce... you and Keira were gone... Jorge and Sophie have their own families... yeah, the girls are great... you know Tooney and Mearps are always there but they're not you... or Keiraâ you said and shrugged your shoulders looking down
âI'm sorry Bubs... I really am... I actually thought you knew that you can always call me... or text me... or send a pigeonâ your sister leaned forward again taking your hand in hers âI may not be in the same country but I'm always there for you Bubsâ
âWhat could you have done when I got expelled from school?â you asked getting upset that Lucy didn't get you
âYou what?â Lucy looked at you confused
âI got expelled because I snapped at some girls who said stupid stuffâ you said guilty starting to chew on your lip
âTell me about itâ your sister said after a moment of silence âI really want to know what made YOU snapâ
âThey were talking shit about you and some other players... you know... sexual shit... I mean I can ignore most stuff... I'm used to people drool and swoon over you but this... went to farâ you explained getting kind of embarrassed
âOh Bubsâ your sister sighed out âI know it's hard to be my little sister â and I don't speak about the distance or the late night games or always being the baby of every team I join... but you can't snap at people.. not because of me or my name or my career but because of you... you are such an good loving caring person â I don't want people to think otherwise because the witness one incidentâ
âDo you know how it feels when people rate you top or bottom compared to other players? And not once but for WEEKS... and then proceed to ask questions about certain players and when I didn't answers they wouldn't leave me alone and pester me every fucking chance they got... do you know how it feels if you get asked in the middle of the class if you could top Leah... or Beth... of for god sakes JILL ROORDâ you finally broke your silence about what happened and of course your sister was the reason for it. You didn't said anything about the topic to your principal â or your parents. You just took your punishment and the disappointed looks from your parents and just went on. Your Dad decided after some days it probably would do you some good to clear your head somewhere else and shipped you off to Lucy â much to your mothers dismay but she let you go once your dad reasoned with her about Lucys birthday surprise.
âI'm sorry...â your sister started after you took in what you said but you interrupted her immediately â... stop say you're sorry... it doesn't change anything if you're sorry or notâ you leashed out at her feeling yourself getting angry â... I need coffee for this...â you said before standing up and going to the guestroom to chance and make ready to go out.
Your sister cleared the table while you went to change into some shorts and a simple white sleeveless compression shirt you obviously stole from Lucys wardrobe. As you re-entered the kitchen there were two cups of coffee on the table your sister sitting in her chair again waiting for you to sit down so you could continue talking
âI'm not drinking your shitty filter coffee...â you said grimacing at the cup
âIt's from the good machine okay...â she rolled her eyes while she pointed to the shiny porta filter machine standing on the end of the counter â... you're such a coffee snobâ
âJust because you don't have any taste buds left due to your old ageâ you fired back grinning but carefully took a sip of the cup â....yeah... acceptableâ you said after a second
âWe still need to talk Bubs...â Lucy redirected your conversation to the earlier topic â... what's going on?â
âHonestly.. I don't know Luce... I just... I get angry so quickly... I get upset even quicker... mom and dad are SO annoying... I don't really know what's going on... the only time I really calm down and can relax is when I'm with Gâ you try to explain but feel like you fail miserably
âYeah... we need to talk about that too.. but.. one step at a time... you're a teenager Bubs... of course mom and dad are annoying... about the anger... what makes you angry? Are there specific situations? Like do you get triggered by something?â Lucy said empathic offering you a little smile
âI... don't know.. sometimes it's like someone clicked a switch in my brain and I get so so angry... I punched a hole in a wall in spring Luce... I don't even know whyâ you said defeated
âYou need to get that anger out of you... in a healthy way... I'm going to talk to mom and dad â you're staying with me for the next few month... we're going to work on your anger management... I already have an Idea how... what do you think of boxing?â your sister said putting a hand on your shoulder for support âAnd I want you to talk to me... about everything...â
âEverything? Really?â you raised an eyebrow âDid you know that you can legally buy sextoys...â you started as Lucy slapped her hand over your mouth
âNOT everything... I'm not interested in that... in my world you're still a virgin and you will die a virginâ Lucy interrupted you quickly having a horrified look on her face
âReally... I'd die a virgin? But you can have girlfriends and sex? In front of me!â you asked baffled
âFirst... THAT was an accident... I didn't know you were coming...â Lucy started
âNeither did you apparentlyâ you mumbled smirking
âUgh... stop with the sexual innuendosâ your sister rolled your eyes âAnd yes... you'd die a virginâ
âYeah... kinda too late for that I'm afraidâ you shrugged your shoulders
âI mean... you did spill a lot yesterday but how did THAT happen anyway?â Lucy asked calmly
âWould you believe me if I'd say G slipped and her fingers..â you smirked evil
âNot THAT... the whole getting into a relationship with Georgiaâ your sister rolled her eyes again
âShe didn't want to at first... you know... she said you would kill us both... and that I should be able to have a relationship with someone who can openly declare how much they love me.... and then there's the age gap... which apparently is a big issue for some people... I wouldn't let her run away... It's all on me, so if you want to kill someone you need to kill meâ you said quietly hoping Lucy would understand
âI mean... I understand her... you're 16 Bubs... and even if it was all consensual she's older... it's dangerous â for both of you... no one will listen to you if this comes out... but I also understand you â I know you got a good head on your shoulders and I know you know about the consequences and thought carefully about itâ Lucy said thoughtfully
âI didn't choose to fall for her Luce... but I didâ you said sadly thinking your sister would forbid you to see your girlfriend again
âI know Bubs... love isn't something you choose... Love is something that's just happening â and most of the time it's happening when you least expect itâ your sister said softly âYou have two options now... you either break up with her or you need to be really REALLY sneakyâ
âI love her Luce... I know there's a lot at stake for her but I love her... and she loves meâ you said quietly
âThen you need to learn to sneak aroundâ your sister smiled encouraging
âLike you and Ona?â you asked a smile tugging on your lips
âLike me and Onaâ your sister confirmed
âYou do realize the fans already caught on, yeah... you have a ship name... but don't worry... it's not as bad as Wonzeâ you grinned
âYou loved Wonzeâ Lucy shakes her head
âI loved the W in Wonze... but the ship name itself... not a fan â it sounds so harsh... like a sumo guyâ you said thoughtful âBut the new one is better... they call you Luna... Lucy... Ona... Luna... kinda cuteâ
âIsn't Luna that yappy Dog from Mrs. Kean down the road?â Lucy asked confused
âWas... got run over... chased a squirrel... truck... yeah...â you explained shrugging your shoulders once again
âUh... I feel sorry for Mrs. Kean... she's a nice ladyâ your sister scratched her chin
âSo... you won't forbid me to see G again?â you asked carefully
âHonestly... I'm not a fan but I couldn't stop you anyway... I will do everything to support you I swear but I also WILL talk to Georgia about itâ Lucy said seriously
âOh Luce cooome oon.. please... noâ you whined âyou'll scare her awayâ
âI'm your big sister... it's my job to scare girlfriends offâ Lucy smirked widely
âI don't scare your girlfriends offâ you huffed
âMy girlfriends see you as the cute little helpless Bean... they don't take your threats seriouslyâ your sister continued to smirk âBut you could actually call your girlfriend and let me have a talk with herâ
âNo...â you said shaking your head hard
âOh yes...â she just grinned at you
âYou can't make me...â you pouted
âI can call her too, you know... I have her numberâ your sister mused
âBut I'm not leaving... you can talk to her but I will be right here.. and if I think it gets to much I WILL stop you... and if I have to kick your bad kneeâ you said quickly
âI will go light on her I promise... for nowâ Lucy wriggled her eyebrows
You pulled out your phone opening your contacts clicking on Georgias contact waiting for the face time call to connect which didn't take long
âHey Babyâ you heard Georgias soft voice before the call connected fully âEverything okay?â
You saw her before she could see you â and your sister who was perched over your shoulder smirking evilly. But you knew exactly the second the call fully connected as your girlfriend squeaked out a âShit... the other Bronzeâ and hung up on you.
You looked at your dark screen perplex while Lucy bursted out laughing behind you
âShe knows she just blew your cover without blowing itâ Lucy continued to laugh as you just stared at your phone
âShe can't be fucking serious???!!!â you bursted out already trying to phone her girlfriend again
âText her firstâ Lucy advice you âShe thinks she just fucked up â tell her it's okay and to call you back once she re-joins the land of the living... you probably gave her a coronaryâ
You tipped out a quick message before putting your phone down
âYOU gave her a fucking coronary grinning like a fucking maniac right behind me...â you snapped at your sister waiting for your girlfriend to answer
âCalm down... breath Bubsâ Lucy said her voice low sensing you're getting angry again
âI'm sorry...â you said shyly after you took a few deep breaths
âYou're all good... but we definitely need to do something about that angerâ your sister smiled at you
âWhat were you doing earlier?â you asked not wanting to talk about anger anymore
âLearning spanishâ your sister answered understanding your need to change the subject
âSpeaking of... where's the spaniard?â you wondered looking around to see if you could spot Ona
âWhich one? The pretty, the flawless or the colourful one?â Lucy smirked at you
âOoooh gooodâ you groaned letting your head hit the table with a loud âthudâ
âDon't worry... none of them took it seriously... Aitana was kinda horrified when you were two centimetres away from her face calling her flawless and then telling her she could do better than dating me, but all of them knew I overdosed you and to not listen to youâ your sister chuckled as she rubbed your back comfortingly âAlexia even went so far to actually answer to you calling her pretty spaniard... but to answer your question... she's at the Beach with some of the girls... it's our day off and the weather is nice enough so they decided on Beachâ
Your head shot up grinning widely âWanna play a game??â
âWhat did your brain vomitted out now?â Lucy asked carefully knowing you can be quiet the prankster â years of hanging out with Millie Bright, Rachel Daly and now Ella Toone and Alessia Russo took it's toll on your behaviour.
âYou think I could pull of another day of overdosement?â you smirked
âOverdosement is not a word... but I pay you 50 bucks if you can pull trough for an hour without Keira catching onâ Lucy smirked back holding out her hand for you to seal the deal
âKei's there... now THAT'S a challengeâ you grinned and shook your sisters hand
âLet's go then... you can take some of my stuff â like that compression shirtâ Lucy said offhandly as she stood up from the table and went into her bedroom to get some beach friendly clothes
âIt looks better on me anywayâ you yelled after her as your phone started to ring
âHey Gâ you greeted your girlfriend lightly smiling brightly as you saw her face again
âNEVER do that again... I swear I died â dead... possibly twice!!â your girlfriend stressed through the phone
âI'm sorry Luv... she made me call you... well... not really made me but she said either I call you or she would.... I thought it would be damage control if I'd callâ you explained quickly peering down the hallway if your sister would come back
âSo... she knows?â Georgia asked carefully
âOh yeah... she knows..â you sighed out â... she overdosed my painkillers and I spilled the beans quiet happily as I was told... I'm sorryâ
âAs much as I wish it would have happened another way... ANY other way... I'm kinda glad she knows... I mean... I still think she will kill me but trying to pretend to just be friends when she was around was hard... so hard when all I wanted to kiss...â
âStop right there Stanwayâ suddenly Lucy appeared behind you which made you swear loudly
âJesus fucking Christ Mary Mother of God!!!! LUCY!â you yelled scared as you slammed your phone upside down on the table out of reflex to âhideâ your girlfriend from your sister
âI'm sorry!!â Georgia yelled out as she was met with a dark screen where your face was just seconds before
âOh you're going to be sorry once I get my hands on you....â Lucy started before looking at you âturn your phone around... how should I threaten her properly if she doesn't see my face??â
âShe KNOWS what you look like, geniusâ you rolled your eyes âshe's seen your face beforeâ
âBut she was never at the receiving end of my glareâ your sister whined which made her âthreadâ kind of useless
âLucy I swear... I won't hurt her...â your girlfriend said her voice was serious and honest as you turned your phone again so she was met with the face of Lucy and you â.... I love herâ
âYou better not hurt her Stanway... you may be my friend and teammate... but she's my baby sister... if you hurt her I'm going to break your legsâ Lucy said and you knew she was serious about it
âIsn't it... âI'm going to break your neckâ?â you asked confused
âShe's a football player... broken legs are far more scary than a broken neckâ your sister grinned and winked at you
âGood pointâ you mused grinning
âEhrm.. excuse me?! We're talking my legs hereâ G interrupted you two
âYou have very nice legsâ your eyes shining knowing you could rile up your sister âvery VERY nice legsâ
âNo... nope... uh-hu... don't finish that thought....â Georgia stopped you quickly knowing what you were thinking â... I'm about to go to training, you can't think about that right now... AND... your sister is right next to usâ
âThere will be a moment where she's going to walk in on us... which won't make us anywhere near even but it's a startâ you said and can't stop grinning
âYou were so innocent onceâ Lucy whined as she finally caught on what you were talking about
âYeah well.. my room was right next to yours and the walls were very thinâ you shot back which made Georgia laugh out loudly
âAt least you learned from the bestâ your Sister shot back immediately
âYeah... Keira explained quite a bitâ you acted like you thought about something particular
âOIâ you heard from both women
âWhat... I always ask Kei if I have questions...â you shrugged your shoulders â... it's not like she showed me or somethingâ
âOkay... that's enough... G... training â go be great... y/n... do whatever... gosh... I feel like momâ Lucy huffed
You chuckled lightly at your sisters antics, shot Georgia a quiet âI love youâ before hanging up, looking at your sister expectantly
âWhat are we doing now? I'm boredâ you whined
âBeach?â Lucy smirked at you
âAnd what should I wear? Should I go naked?â you rolled your eyes
âI do own bikinisâ your sister shot back also rolling her eyes
âDo I look like I wear bikinis?â you gestured down your body
âShorts and a bikini top?â Lucy negotiated âBubs you look great.. you know that â but if you feel more comfortable in shorts or even sweats â which would be a bad idea here in Barca because it's like hot hot but even then â I want you to be comfortableâ
âIt's just... my knees... I don't want to answer questionsâ you said quietly
âNo one will ask questions Bubs... I'll make sure of itâ your sister laid her hand on your shoulder and squeezed reassuringly
âMaybe bikini with shorts?â you asked insecure
âSure Bubs...â Lucy smiled softly as she stood up and got different bikinis for you to choose from
âShould I send G some pictures?â you grinned âBet I can make her walk into a doorâ
âLet her be... she needs to train... she needs a lot of stamina for next campâ your sister waved off not wanting to get involved in your antics
âI like the way you think... stamina is always goodâ you grinned
âNot for that... she will run a lotâ now it was Lucy who grinned
âYou can't make her run... you're not captainâ you said as a matter of fact
âOh but she will run... away from meâ your sisters grin widen and got an evil look
âNo... Lucy no... please... you said yourself we need to be careful... and you chasing her around won't help with that because all the girls will ask questions and yeah... please Luceâ you actually begged your sister to leave your girlfriend be
âBubs you don't understand... I NEED to do it... it's basically big sister lawâ Lucy ruffled your hair and you knew you wouldn't be able to stop her anyway
âJust... make it subtleâ you sighed out rubbing your temple
âI'll see what I can doâ she grinned as she grabbed a bag which was next to the door and grabbed her car keys âCome on Bubs... it's Beach time... oh... and don't forget to act overdosedâ
âOkay... I need more pointers... what did I do yesterday... I need to be convincingâ you immediately were distracted by your sisters comment
âOh god... I don't even know where to begin..â Lucy laughed as she opened the door letting you step outside first.
That's it folks... it's a wrap for Part 6...
Next time on âLiving with the Bronzesâ
â Beach shenanigans with MapĂ
â trying to convince Keira of being high again
â Ona on babysitting duty
â Alexia trying to keep the everything and everyone under control
and Lucy deciding to just sit back, relax and drink Sangria
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Master Builder
Lauren Hemp x Reader
Summary: You work at Legoland
You spent most of your time tucked away in your workshop, isolated from the rest of the world.
Your work was repetitive most of the time, forcing Lego bricks together and gluing them in place, but you loved it. You had done a lot to become the head Master Builder of the Legoland Windsor Resort and sitting in your little room with your earphones in and nothing but Lego bricks was soothing.
You got to do what you loved day-in, day-out and watch as your creations got displayed around the theme park.
You weren't used to having people in your workspace (all of your coworkers knew not to interrupt you while you were building) so you didn't expect the thunder of feet on the stairs as you worked on your life size model of a leopard.
You paid no mind to it though. Sometimes the park booked schools to come look at the workshops and as the head Master Builder, they always ended up in your one last.
Sure, little kids were a bit annoying and always tried to touch your models but you could tolerate them for the ten minutes they spent in your room.
So, you didn't even turn around as you dug through your drawer of black bricks.
Arms wrapped around your shoulders and a familiar wet kiss was placed on your cheek.
You wiped it off in disgust and tore off your headphones, whipping your head around to glare at the offender.
Chloe Kelly grinned back at you.
"Must you do that?"
"Course I do!" She said," Only the best for Mrs Hemp!"
"The fact that you think you're the best is very arrogant," You replied, hunching back over your model with the black brick you had fished out.
"y/n's our head master builder," The tour guide said," It seems that she knows a few of you already..."
"You can leave them here," You said," I can take them from here."
"Are you sure? You're-"
"I'm nearly done. Can you call the site team and get them to move this outside the gift shop?"
"Of course."
You glued on your last piece and took your usual photo of the model before turning around to face the rest of the Lionesses. You hadn't met many of them in person apart from the City girls, whom you each greeted, but your eyes were immediately drawn to your wife.
Like whenever she ended up at your work, she was digging through the drawers of your mini models.
"If you're going to take some of them," You said," Then I'm going to need some of my other ones back. You're robbing me blind, Lauren."
She smiled at you. "You can make more. What's yours is mine, right?"
You rolled your eyes. "You're so lucky we're married."
She pressed a little kiss to your lips. "I know."
You picked out a few little parrots and a wolf for Lauren to put in her bag. "I didn't know you were coming today."
"It was meant to be a surprise. We've got the next few days off before we fly out."
You kissed her cheek. "It's nice that you came to see me." You slipped your hand into hers, swinging it for a moment before sending her an ear-splitting smile.
She shrugged. "I just came for the Lego."
You pulled your hand away. "In that case, I'm sure that Chloe can take your place."
"You're a catch!" Chloe crowed from the other side of your workshop," I'll fill Lauren's space if you're asking!"
"Hey!" Lauren grabbed your hand again. "Get your own wife!" She squeezed your hand and pouted in a way that had you kissing it off her face.
"Come on, pouty," You said," You've only got a few more hours before you have to go to your hotel. Don't waste them being grumpy."
Lauren sighed. "Only if you take me to see Miniland. It's very mean that you guys keep updating it while I'm in Manchester."
You laughed, already pulling her out of your workshop by the big double doors that led into the park. "The work doesn't stop just because Lauren Hemp isn't here."
"It should," Lauren said as you led her and the group over to Miniland," You know how much I love coming here."
"You love coming here because you get in for free," You reminded her with a soft smile," Always take advantage of me, you are."
"Only when it's about Lego."
From behind you, you could hear one of the girls say in amusement," Of course, Hempo's wife works at Legoland. I don't know what I expected."
"There's a bit of a surprise for you now," You said as you wandered through Miniland (with the same amount of pride you always got from looking at your work)," And I want you to be very happy because I had to fight tooth and nail for this."
Lauren's brow furrowed as she frowned. "Huh? But you didn't know we were coming."
"I didn't," You confirmed," But you haven't been here for a while now. I did want to show you on our anniversary but," You shrugged," You're here now and you would have found out anyway."
You covered her eyes with your hands and guided her over to the model of Wembley.
"Okay," You said, feeling an anxious kind of excitement filling your body," Are you ready?"
"Ready."
You took your hands away from her to reveal the final of the Euros made out of Lego figures.
It had taken you a while to get permission to change what was going on in the model and even longer to get speciality minifigures made to represent everybody.
Lauren looked wildly between you and the model even as all of her teammates crowed out and exclaimed their excitement.
"Do you like it?" You asked.
"Baby," She said," I love it!" Her hands wrapped around your waist and she spun you around. "You're so brilliant! Look! That's me!"
"Good god," Chloe muttered behind you," She's more excited about a bloody Lego figure than having her shirts sold."
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in another life
pairing: thief!seungcheol x princess!reader
genre: fluff, angst, THIS IS A SAD ENDING
w/c: 8k
summary: you loved choi seungcheol more than anything but it was a love that was bound to fail. maybe in another life the two of you could have been together.
warnings: character death
a/n: bringing one of the old ones back from httphannie, i was gonna try and improve it but i honestly already liked it so much so i just left it be. hope it breaks your heart <3
The first time you met Choi Seungcheol was when you were 12.Â
Sneaking around the castle wasnât something you usually did. Technically you werenât doing anything wrong, you were just getting some cookies. What was wrong with that? You made sure not to make any sudden movement or any loud noises. Your parents wouldnât be happy if they saw you in your nightgown stuffing your face with cookies.Â
You were meant to be the perfect princess.Â
You were making your way down the stairs when you realised that something seemed off. There should have been a very expensive vase from Italy right in front of you that had been gifted to your mother but there wasnât. And there was meant to be that priceless painting that was a wedding present for your parents that wasn't there either.
Then you heard the faint sound of the door creak. At first you thought it was one of the servants then you heard the hushed male voices. You had lived in the palace for 12 years and in those 12 years youâd gotten to know every single one of your servants. These two voices werenât at all familiar to you. Their footsteps seemed to approach you, softly hitting the floor. You didnât realise that you had stopped breathing, scared at who or what might have been around the corner.
âGoddammit Mingyu, I told you not to touch anything!â A voice hissed. âThis is our first mission and we canât afford to mess it up!â
âRemind me why weâre robbing the palace as our first mission again?â Another voice asked, slightly higher than the one before. âI mean itâs much too dangerous, weâre just kids Cheol.â
âOh shut up Mingyu. Weâve just got to make sure not to run into anyone otherwise weâre dead-â A body bumped into you, making you squeak. âWhat the?! Who are you?!â The boy in front of you couldnât have been much older than you are. There was an obvious scowl that was etched onto his face. You gulped.
âSeungcheol, thatâs the princess.â The boy next to him, Mingyu you presumed, whispered as if he was afraid of you. He was younger than Seungcheol and he offered you a meek little smile.
Both of them were dressed all in black. The sacks they were carrying were a dead giveaway on what they were meant to be doing. You furrowed your eyebrows. There had been a number of incidents that seemed to be happening all around the kingdom. A gang had been set up and every night things were being stolen from all the monumental sights. No doubt these two were part of it.
âYou guys are petty thieves.âÂ
The look on their face morphed into annoyance.
âWeâre not petty thieves, weâre hardcore criminals and wonât be associated with some nitwit dumbassess that canât stay hidden.â The oldest scoffed, rolling his eyes.
âYou couldnât stay hidden.âÂ
Mingyu let out a tiny laugh at your remark while Seungcheolâs face flushed bright red. You could only give him a sly smile.Â
âWhat are you doing up anyway, princess?â Seungcheol steered the topic away, placing you under the hot spot. âShouldnât you be catching up on your beauty sleep?â The two of them stifled their laughs as you looked at them confused.Â
âI was hungry.â You frowned. âWhatâs wrong with getting a midnight snack?â
The word âsnackâ seemed to perk the two of them up. It was like they had forgotten all about theyâre so called âmissionâ and they looked at you with wide eyes. Mingyu grabbed Seungcheolâs arm, whispering in his ear incoherently. Ever so often, Seungcheol would nod and hum.Â
âSo MissâŠ?â
âSeungcheol, sheâs Princess Y/n, how dumb are you?â Mingyu interrupted his friend as he pinched in between his nose bridge.Â
âOh shut it Gyu, not everyone studies history as methodically as you.â Seungcheol cleared his throat and he made his voice go higher when he spoke next. âAnyway, Miss Y/n, my name is Choi Seungcheol and that is Kim Mingyu. We would be delighted if you could show us your delicacies.âÂ
He sounded oddly posh. No one ever spoke like that. Was he mocking you?
âWhy do you sound like that?âÂ
Seungcheol spluttered, his cheeks turned red once again. âJust show us the snacks, princess, I canât wait forever.âÂ
You shrugged. What harm could they do anyway? They'd get into trouble in about five seconds flat if they did anything to you. All you had to do was scream and alert the guards on night duty. Speaking of night duty. Youâve got to tell your father to tighten security. If two dumb teenage boys could sneak in the palace, who else could?Â
Softly, the three of you walked down the hallway, footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting beneath your feet. A faint glow spilled from the slightly ajar door of the kitchens as it illuminated the hallway with a soft golden hue. You heard the familiar tune of a song only one person would know. Beside you, Seungcheol and Mingyu tensed, both realising that someone else was in the kitchens.
âYou said you wouldnât tell anyone!âÂ
âDon't worry.â You shushed them, dragging them in the kitchen. A boy looked up at you, grinning. His soft cinnamon hair swept away from his face. âJunâs completely harmless.â You reassured both of them.
âWhoâre your friends, Y/n?â Junhui jumped off the counter. He offered his hand to both of them. âIâm Junhui, but you can call me Jun, my dadâs the head chef here.â Â
âJun makes the best chocolate chip cookies and he always makes sure to keep a special stash just for me.â You looked at the boy completely enamoured.Â
Wen Junhui was the definition of perfection. He was a gentleman, he was polite, he knew how to cook and he was handsome. The whole package. Youâd known each other since you were little. The crush you harboured for him was huge, nearly everyone could tell by your puppy eyes and how youâd constantly visit the kitchens for âsnacksâ as you put it. Even your parents had given up asking you to stop going to the kitchens. They couldnât stop you anyway.
Seungcheol stared as you made heart eyes at the boy. You were such an obvious person. How did this Junhui guy not know how much you like him?Â
"I made a batch for you." Junhui scratched his head. "But I don't think it would be enough for four people. I'd have to make more. Don't worry it won't take too long." He scurried away as he got ready to bake another batch.
You led both of them away and sat them down on the wooden table at the back. The jar you took out was filled to the brim with cookies. You hand one to both of them not before stuffing a few of them into your mouth. Soft chatter soon filled the air. The four of you didnât really notice as the clock ticked and as hours whizzed by. You learnt a lot about Seungcheol and Mingyu despite the small bickering that would erupt ever so often.Â
You and Seungcheol didnât exactly get along well.
It wasnât until Jun had to remind you that it was nearly time for the servants to wake up that you realised how long you had actually been up. Seungcheol and Mingyu said they had to go as well and they said their goodbyes to both you and Jun.Â
When you were back, nestled in your bed you thought back to the time you spent with the two boys. It was nice to have friends your age again. Being by yourself was quite lonely and now since you were âgrowing upâ it was important to learn how to become a young lady.Â
Secretly you hoped that the two boys would come back but you could never be so sure.
//
You were 15 when Choi Seungcheol kissed you.
It was utterly stupid. The fact that your governess had scolded you because you had forgotten your homework was stupid. Why was homework even important? You rested your head on your hands, leaning back against the thick tree. The sun shone down and it was a warm afternoon. You ran your hands through your messy locks.Â
âHow are you doing princess?â You shrieked when a face swung down from above. From one of the branches hung Choi Seungcheol, the smug grin plastered on his face. Blonde strands fell close to your face as he swung to and fro and you realised that his once natural black hair was now gone.
You and Seungcheol werenât friends per se, you were more like frenemies. There were times he would be useful and youâd help him and in return heâd help you out. It was like friends with benefits, minus the sex. Heâd developed a really annoying personality once he turned 15 one year ago.Â
A flirty persona, that is. It irked you more than anything.
The random pick up lines heâd drop out of nowhere and the flying kisses heâd blow at you. When you had first met three years ago, he was a sane 13 year old, speaking normally. Now, he was a raging 16 year old that liked to flirt with the ladies and charm their socks off. He was still a thief though. For some reason heâd always drop by the palace and occasionally youâd find your things go missing whenever he âvisitedâ. Or sometimes heâd leave items that you knew were stolen.Â
You had been really good friends with Mingyu, bonding over your love for books. The literature in the palace library was enough to make the poor boy faint. He would often visit with Seungcheol returning the books he borrowed or to borrow new things. They both had introduced you to the rest of their âgangâ as they called it.Â
They seemed nice enough. A few of the members were cautious around you, however over time they had started to warm up to you. Seokmin had grinned so widely you were afraid he would break his jaw when he first met you. Shaking your hand enthusiastically, babbling about how much he wanted to visit the palace but heâd been assigned with some idiot to the kingdomâs museum.Â
They all seemed nice enough. The constant chattering and laughing always made you smile. You considered them your friends, especially since you didnât have anyone to hang out with besides Jun at the palace.Â
âSeriously Seungcheol, I told you to stop calling me that.â You resisted the urge to throw a book at his annoying face. âI was doing fine before you came.â
âAre you sure about that princess? You cursing at your governess doesnât say that.âÂ
âHow did you know that?!â Youâd done that in your private bathroom, granted you hadn't been naked at that time but still! âChoi Seungcheol, were you spying on me?!â
His cheeks grew red. âY/n! Of course not, I have some humanity and dignity in me! I just - you know what nevermind.âÂ
He swung down, plopping in front of you, his eyes twinkling with mischief.Â
"I've got something for you."Â
"Listen, if it's one of your stolen trinkets again I don't want it." You huffed, crossing your arms. You'd received too many 'gifts' lately and it was beginning to worry you.Â
Fortunately, most of the things were returnable or either stolen from the palace. It was still worrying. You were the royal princess. It would be a disgrace to be associated with a lowly thief. But you couldn't leave Seungcheol much less leave everyone else.Â
He cocked his head to the side. âI donât steal that much Y/n, youâre exaggerating.â You raised your eyebrows. âOkay, maybe I do steal but that doesnât mean itâs part of my personality.â
âNever said it was.â
âI-â He let out a breath, shooting you an annoyed look. âDoesnât matter, just close your eyes.âÂ
"I swear to god Seungcheol, I'm gonna lose it if you pull something stupid." You reluctantly closed your eyes. Even though you didn't trust him one bit, he was still one of your best friends, though he was irritating.Â
Seungcheol leaned forward, the shadows he casted on your face made your breath hitch. You felt him slip something behind your ear. He lingered for a second, staring at your pouty lips. He really shouldnât, not when you still had that stupid crush on Jun. Your eyes fluttered open, a gasp leaving your throat when you saw how close the both of you were. Yet you didn't move.Â
All you did was stare into Seungcheolâs chocolate brown eyes. Nothing was spoken. Time was frozen and you could hear your own heart beating loud and clear. You let your eyes wander down to the curve of his lips. Lips that were so pretty and irresistible.Â
He leaned in and you melted when his lips touched yours, letting his breath fill you up. The kiss was sweet and slow. You closed your eyes, snaking your arms around his neck. Thoughts left you, all you could feel were his lips on yours, moving against them. The both of you pulled away, no words were exchanged. His thumb brushed over your lips.
âCan I-âÂ
You kiss him again, interrupting his words. His hands caressed the side of your cheek and you relaxed under his touch. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and you indulged in his warm touch. Seungcheol felt right. He felt like everything you had ever wanted. His touch, his scent, his taste. It seemed as though everything fit perfectly.
The sounds around you ceased and all you could feel were his lips on yours. When you both pulled away, your cheeks were flushed scarlet. No words came out of your mouth and Seungcheol looked as equally perplexed as you did. Both of you didnât say anything for a while.Â
You seemed to snap back in shock scrambling away quickly. Apologies fell from your lips and you left Seungcheol alone, dashing back inside your palace. He stared at the place you once were. Maybe if youâd looked back you would have seen the way he looked at you. Maybe youâd figure it out but you were you.Â
Seungcheol merely smiled, touching his lips. He would wait as long as it takes.Â
//
You had your heart broken at the age of 16.Â
Crushes lasted a few months didn't they? They would probably last for a few years at maximum. Well, you seemed to exceed that rule. How long has it been since you liked Jun? 12, 13 years? You certainly were a special case. All that time you were convinced that he liked you back. The constant cookies he had baked for you meant something, didn't it?Â
Well, you were wrong.Â
It was a normal Monday morning. You had just finished your classes and you were going to visit Jun like usual. Skipping down the hallway all jittery and excited. You had planned to tell him you liked him. You had a whole speech planned out.Â
All of it left your brain when you opened the kitchen door to see him making out with Kim Soojin. You could hear your heart break at his actions. Funnily enough, you had just stayed there, not taking your eyes off the happy pair. Secrets normally spread like wildfire through the palace, you only could assume that they had just gotten together.Â
You didn't hate Soojin. How could you?
It wasnât like she intended to fall for Jun. He was everything anyone could dream for, you couldnât blame her to be honest. There were times youâd notice the sneaky glances Jun would take at the girl whenever she came into the kitchens. The longing looks he would throw at her, which she would return. Deep down you knew that there was something going on. You just thought that maybe you stood a chance.Â
Obviously you thought wrong.Â
You cleared your throat awkwardly, trying to catch their attention. Tears were threatening to burst but you kept them at bay, not wanting to cry in front of them. Instead you smiled.Â
âDidnât know you guys were a thing.âÂ
Jun and Soojin turned to look at you, both of them scrambling apart. Both sporting matching red faces.Â
âY-Yeah, we just got together recently.â He scratched the back of his neck, unsure of what to say. âYou wonât tell anyone, will you?â
âOf course not.â Your heart broke even more. Tiny pieces falling apart. âYour secretâs safe with me.â
The two of them grin, thanking you profusely over and over again. The whole time you kept smiling. Soojin was nice, she was kind and smart. A perfect match for Jun. You were meant to despise her but how could you compete with that? You were better off just cheering on the sidelines.
âOh Y/n, did you come here for something?â Jun looked at you. You noticed his hands intertwined with Soojin. A sickening feeling had begun to build up in your stomach.
âI, um, no. Itâs nothing. You two enjoy your time together. Donât get caught by anyone.â You warned playfully. They giggled. Waving you bye as you closed the door.
Your room was deadly silent when you entered. You refused to cry. The feelings you thought you had disappeared. You stared at your feet. A small voice at the back of your head seemed to tell you not to worry. Obviously Jun wasnât the guy you were meant to be with. The right person would come sooner or later. You just had to wait.
The sound of the wind made you look up. Your window was open, you swore it wasnât before. That could only mean one thing.
âWell, hello princess.â Seungcheol taps your shoulder and you whirled around. His bright smile was wiped off his face when he saw you. Your eyes were red and glassy, you were blinking quickly, rubbing your eyes. âHey, why are you crying? Princess, you alright?â
A beat goes by before you let out a loud sob and hug him. He wrapped his arms around you. The words were muffled but he catches âJunâ and âkissingâ and âstupid crushâ. Your tears kept streaming down your face, soft hiccups accompanying them.Â
Seungcheol pulled you away to avoid him getting drenched by your tears also because he didnât want you to suffocate. Your eyes were red and puffy. Your lips were trembling. He sighed, cupping your cheeks.Â
âYou know better than to cry over some guy. Come on Y/n, you donât need to waste your tears on something like this.â He held your hands tightly as you sniffed. The sincerity that laced his gentle tone was what tipped you over and you started sobbing again. Seungcheol started panicking. Did he say something wrong? âHey hey hey! Whyâre you crying again?â
âW-Why are you b-being so nice?â
He chuckled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. âBecause I donât like seeing you cry and I guess I care about you.â
You giggled, wiping away your tears. âI guess I care about you as well Choi Seungcheol.â
He simply pinched your cheeks and you slapped his hands away. âNow, can you help me return this crown I found?â The accessory dangling from his fingers made you laugh.Â
âHow did you even manage to grab that?âÂ
âI have skilled hands princess, Iâm a thief for a reason.â The charming smile on his face had you grinning. The thoughts of Jun and Soojin were long gone. You fixed your gaze on the beautiful gems that were encrusted into your crown. The pretty sapphires glinted. You had many crowns, you could spare one of them.
âYou can keep it.âÂ
Seungcheolâs jaw fell open. You had always made him return whatever he stole and he always did. But you had never asked him to keep something. The crown was beautiful and you surely had other ones to replace it but why would you give it to him willingly.Â
âKeep it as a memory of when you finally admitted youâre a petty thief.â You grinned cheekily, sticking your tongue out at him.Â
âYouâre a brat, you know that?â He rolled his eyes, pocketing your crown. âIâm not a petty thief Iâm a-â
âHardcore criminal, yeah youâve told me.âÂ
âKeep that in mind princess, Iâve been training ever since I was 3.â He smirked. âYou shouldnât doubt me.â You shrieked when he jumped out of the window, rushing to peer outside. When you do, heâs sitting on a tree, grinning right at you.
âDonât do that!â
âCheck your pockets!â He shouted as he disappeared, probably to meet the boys somewhere in town.
You fumbled around your pockets, confused. Your fingers brushed something and you pulled it out. A single rose lay in your palm. The colour a deep red, the delicate petals lay softly on you. You giggled.Â
Guess he really did have good hands.Â
//
You told Seungcheol you loved him when you were 19.
It had been the night of your 19th birthday. Your parents had thrown you a grand party in the palace ballroom, inviting all the neighbouring kingdoms to celebrate. There were so many people and you were made to go to each and every one to thank them for coming. You never asked for such a big birthday party and you wouldâve much preferred not having a party but your parents had insisted.
By the time it hit 10pm the party was in full swing. Other nobility were drinking from their flutes of champagne and some were taking the floor to dance. Many had asked you for a dance to which you had reluctantly agreed. It was all a big blur. Bright lights and forced laughter.
It was way past midnight when you managed to make it up to your room. You were beyond exhausted. Your parents had made you interact with every single guest and you wanted to bury yourself into your bed so badly.
Darkness surrounded you as you entered your room and your feet automatically brought you to where your bed was. Too tired to function, you flopped down onto the covers and as you did something hissed. Your reaction is immediate and you jump up and flick the lamp on your bedside hurriedly.
Seungcheol greeted you with bleary eyes and a pained expression on his face.
âDid you have to throw your body onto me?â
âWha-What are you doing here?!â You questioned, shocked at his face.Â
âI came to wish you a happy birthday.â He rolled his eyes. âBut you were taking forever at that party of yours and I got tired.â
Seungcheol tugged the covers away from his body and sat up. He ran his fingers through his hair, dragging his fingertips through the knots. You watched when he finally looked up at you.
âWhat?â
You frowned at his actions. âYou stayed here for hours just for me to get back.â
Seungcheolâs cheeks turned pink and he cleared his throat. âWell, you are my friend are you not?â
You shuffled in your position, crossing your legs on the bed. âYes of course weâre friends, but you didnât have to stay here for so long. What if I took longer.â
âThen Iâd still wait.â He shrugged. His eyes wandered over the fancy dress you were still wearing, finally locking them with yours. âThat doesnât look too comfortable.â
Itâs a weird feeling but you felt your heart pound like it did all those years ago when you first kissed him. You blinked silently, trying to steady your heart from jumping out of your mouth. Seungcheol was no longer the teenage boy you once knew. He had grown up and he had lost the baby fat in his cheeks as well as the boyish charm he once held. He was handsome and sexy dare you admit it. There were multiple occasions he would make you stare at him and you couldnât help the thoughts that would come into your mind.
Like right now.
âPrincess?â His voice was soft, a whisper and he inched closer to your face, wondering why you had suddenly gone quiet.
You gulped. âCheolâŠcan I kiss you?â
His eyes widened, obviously taken aback at what you had just said. You looked up at him, body already burning from god knows what. Seungcheolâs eyes flitted down to your lips and even though there was little light you could see the way his pupils widened and his eyes turned darker.
The distance between the two of you grew shorter and shorter until you were millimetres away and his hand came up to touch the back of your neck. You shivered at the sensation, breath hitching.
It was in less than a second that Seungcheol closed the gap between the both of you. His lips crashed onto yours and it was like a perfect fit. His lips were soft and the feeling of them on yours caused your body to feel light. Your arms snaked around his neck and you pulled him closer towards you. The sweet taste made your head spin and you continued to kiss him passionately.
All those days after you had kissed Seungcheol there was an unrelenting spark that never went out. Sure, he had acted like everything was normal but you never missed the glances he would throw at you. In a way you both knew what you felt but you had constantly denied it.
You werenât now though.
The man in front of you kissed you with fire and you melted into his arms once again. Choi Seungcheol made you feel things that no one ever had and maybe this was love and if it was you wanted it to last forever.Â
The two of you eventually pulled away breathless and panting. His eyes locked with yours and you felt an unknown emotion well up inside of you. It wasnât like anything you had felt before and it overtook you, consuming you whole.
âWhat now?â He whispered into your hair. âAre we going to forget about this orâŠ?â
You stayed quiet before softly speaking up. âDo you want to forget about this?â
âOf course not, youâre precious to me Y/n, Iâd do anything for you.â
You flushed at the sudden confession. âWell I donât want to forget about this either. So does this mean that weâreâŠâ
Seungcheol chuckled as he gave you a chaste kiss. âYouâre mine now princess, and Iâm yours.â
There was silence for a while. Pleasant and sweet silence. The two of you stayed cuddled up in each other's arms for a good few minutes, basking in each other's warmth. You could have stayed in Seungcheolâs embrace for an eternity.Â
âCheol.â You looked up at the guy you had known for so many years. The tender love that filled his eyes made your heart swell and pound in your chest, begging to be free. âI love you.â
A beat passed.
Seungcheolâs face split into a grin and he tugged you closer towards him.
âI love you even more.â
Needless to say that night was the happiest night of both of your lives.
//
You were 21 when you were told you had to be married off.Â
The items on your table were scattered across the floor along with your clothes. There didnât seem to be anything you could do to stop your fatherâs decision. Your tears kept streaming down your face, your soft hiccups echoing through your room. The news had been brought on you so soon, you couldnât comprehend what even happened back there. All you knew was you were going to be married off to some man that you wouldnât even love.
You flopped down on your bed. The bright sun outside was a stark contrast to your emotions. The world obviously didnât realise you were upset. You were only 21, so young and not ready to get married. There was still so much to explore, so much to discover, not to mention you were in love with Choi Seungcheol. How could you get married? What would that mean?Â
Seungcheol stood outside of your door. He silently listened to your soft sobs. Maybe he had been eavesdropping back in the throne room. So what? He only wanted to know what seemed so important. The moment he had learnt that you were meant to be married off, it felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest. He would never admit it but he knew he wasnât the one meant for you no matter how much he loved you.
Normally, heâd barge right in and greet you but he couldnât. Whenever his fingers brushed the door knob heâd flinch away like it burnt him. In all the years heâd never heard you cry, that is except when youâd seen Jun sucking Soojinâs face off. The situation he was in shocked him too much. What was he meant to do?Â
âIs she alright?â Jun knelt down beside Seungcheol. âShe hasnât come out in a while?â
âSheâs still crying.â He simply shook his head. You were 21, surely you didnât have to get married. âShe has no other option does she? Sheâs their only daughter, theyâll grant her whatever she wants right.âÂ
Junhui grimaced. âNot this time Seungcheol, I donât think so.â The boy stood up, dusting his clothes. Jun and Seungcheol had bonded over the years, the rest of the gang seemed to like him as well so that was a bonus. The two of them were friends. âAre you going to wait for her?â
âYeah, someoneâs got to be there when she comes out.â
Several hours later, the door creaked open. Seungcheol bolted up. He was greeted with your tear stained face. There was a part of him that knew it was better to leave you alone but he couldnât. Instead he hugged you close and gave you a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his waist.Â
âAre you doing better?âÂ
âIâm okay.â Your voice was soft and quiet. âYou should go.â
Seungcheol frowned. âYou must be crazy to think Iâd actually leave you.â He grabbed your hand. âLetâs go outside for a bit, get some fresh air.â He attempted to pull you with him but you remained rooted to the spot, your feet refusing to budge from the ground as if tethered by invisible chains.
His gaze lingered upon you, drinking in the subtle nuances of your demeanour - the avoidance of his eyes, the restless fidgeting of your hands, the nervous bite of your lip. There was something wrong, something that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness like a persistent whisper.
âListen.â You pulled your hand out of his grasp. âI donât think we should see each other anymore. Things are a bit...complicated.â
Seungcheol's world screeched to a halt, disbelief painting his features as he struggled to comprehend what you had just said. "Y-You want me to leave?â You nodded. âLike forever."
This time you hesitated for a second but you still nodded your head. He didnât believe youâre being genuine on this. There was no way youâd ask him to leave. Heâd known you for many years but why now?
âWell, Iâm not going anywhere until you tell me why. Iâm not giving up on us.âÂ
Normally, you would start giggling and give him a sweet kiss and finally give in to him. All you did was sigh and look away. No emotions on your face.Â
âJust go Seungcheol.â You stared at him lifelessly. Your eyes were a deep void of nothingness. He opened his mouth to start arguing with you but closed it. What could he do? Heâs nothing compared to you. âGo before I call the guards.â
He stood still determined not to leave but then he saw the pain in your eyes. The tiredness. You sighed, turning away to leave.
"Is this it then? Youâre just going to give up on us?" Seungcheol glared at you. It was insane that you'd think that he'd leave you when you both had known each other for so long. "We both know that youâre lying to yourself."
Your eyes hardened to stone and you barred your teeth. "You're delusional."
"If I am then you are too." He snarled, stepping closer to you. His eyes softened and he held your hand, squeezing it tightly. "I love you."
You faltered at the three words. Heâd say them all the time but this time it made you feel weak. Even though Seungcheol was angry you could tell that those three words were pleading for you to say them back. It was an internal fight and you looked down at your hand in his. You knew what would happen if you were caught with him and now your father was already suspicious. You couldnât risk Seungcheolâs life like that.
"Y/n I love you and I always have, please donât do this." He pleaded. You bit your lip, closing your eyes as you took a deep shaky breath. "Please donât do this, not to us please. Did it not mean anything to you?"Â
"I-IâŠ" You flinched when he reached out to touch you. There was a rock at the pit of your stomach and you didnât know why but your throat was closing up and you could feel tears begin to prick your eyes again. "Seungcheol I can'tâŠ"
"Why not?!"
"You know why!"Â
The truth was bitter and vile. It was cruel and it was ugly. The truth that neither of you dared to voice aloud. Tears were streaming down your face and you wiped them away furiously trying to get them to stop.Â
"Don't you get it?" You pushed him away. "It's not going to work, it's impossible and we both know that. Just leave Seungcheol, I don't need you anymore."
âY/n it isnât funny when you say those things.âÂ
You didnât respond. Seungcheol sighed, already knowing your answer. Reluctantly, he left you alone. This time he was the one leaving you and he didnât look back. Maybe if he did heâd see you, heartbroken, stifling sobs.Â
//
ONE YEAR LATER
"Someone was spotted last night." A guard reported to your father. "They were looking for something."
You tensed. It had been nearly a year since you had kicked Seungcheol out. One year of utter silence in your life. You didn't receive any more gifts nor did you have some chatter to fill your lonely void. You missed everything about him. From his sweet kisses to his laughter that never failed to cheer you up. When he stopped appearing so did the others and as more and more months passed you deluded yourself into thinking that they hated you. Because how could they not?Â
To hear that someone was nearly caught last night was nerve-wracking. However you were positive it wouldn't be one of them. They'd know better to show their face here. Your father had tightened the security around the palace, apparently you were at the tender age to be kidnapped and ransomed. To set foot in the palace was like setting foot into a death trap.
"Did you catch them?" Your father glared at the guard when he shook his head. "Did you at least find some clues to who this mystery person is?"Â
The guard gulped, his eyes flickered to you for a second. "They left a note." You swallowed your food thickly. "Outside the princess's window."Â
This time you tried not to choke on the food. Your hope about it not being one of the guys grew dimmer and dimmer.Â
"Well, hand it over." Your father snatched the piece of paper off the guard's hand, eyes scanning the note. His eyes fixed on you and you know what's about to happen. "Check the perimeter for any sight of suspicion. You're dismissed."Â
The guard scurried away not before giving you a small apologetic glance.Â
"What's wrong my dear?" Your mother's tone was laced with worry. "Is everything alright?"
"Looks like someone wants to meet Y/n tomorrow night." You didnât have to look up to know that his eyes were burning into you. It was like he was trying to cook you alive for answers. "Anything you have to say?"
You kept your mouth shut, poking at your breakfast.Â
Your father lowered his voice. âYouâre going to help capture this criminal and god forbid you disobey me.â He hissed. âUnderstand Y/n.â
You didnât move, frozen in shock. âY-Yes, father.â You just hoped that it wasnât who you thought it was.
//
It was cold. Cold and windy. You were standing on your balcony, fiddling with the note in your hands. No doubt about it. You recognised the handwriting and it felt like fate was sealed. There were guards hidden everywhere possible.Â
Your heart was pounding and your palms were sweaty.Â
âDidn't think youâd actually come.âÂ
You spun around. Seungcheol was leaning against the door. Heâd grown taller since you last saw him and he had dyed his hair again. If it wasnât under these circumstances youâd be overjoyed to see him again but all you could feel was guilt. The dreading feeling of guilt and shame.Â
His bright grin was wiped away when he heard a noise. His eyes widened in terror as he looked at you. Itâs a pleading look and you didnât meet his eyes.Â
âYou did it, didnât you?â Seungcheol shook his head.Â
Itâs a sickening sight to see him get handcuffed. It would've been better if he had started shouting or at least given you a glare. But all he did was sigh as if he knew it was coming. You didnât speak a word. Even when he was dragged out of your room and your father told you that you did a good job. You didnât respond.Â
Itâs only when you were sure everyoneâs gone that you let the tears break. You slid down the wall, muttering sorry over and over again. The guilt ate you up, consuming you. The feeling was suffocating and even though your sobs were quiet you still felt like you were being torn apart. There was a new hole in your heart thatâs bigger than the rest and this time you had no one to blame but yourself.
//
âChoi Seungcheol, you are charged with multiple attempts of theft and one attempt of treason. You will follow the normal punishment of a death sentence, you have the right to defend yourself.âÂ
The treason bit was a lie. The royal court had made that up, like they did for everything that they deemed wrong. You blinked back tears at the sight of Seungcheol kneeling on the floor, hands tied behind his back. He was thinner and paler, being locked in a cell for days on end had taken its toll. There were dark bags under his eyes and his clothes were dirty. Yet his eyes were still bright and lively as if he wasn't about to be heavily punished. The dark orbs were twinkling with the familiar mischief as he stared at you.Â
âAny last words?â
He keeps his gaze trained on you, lips tugging into a tiny grin. âCheck your pockets.âÂ
Your breath hitched and your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when your fingers brushed something cold. Upon touching the object youâve got a pretty good idea about what it was and when your hands brush a tiny rock you felt like crying again. Your parents were too busy mumbling to notice as you slipped away back into the shadows.
You pulled the object out of your pocket and you smiled blissfully. A silver ring with a beautiful diamond in the centre. It wasnât big and flashy like the jewels you owned in the palace but it was enough. More than enough. A tear fell and then another and another. Before you knew it you were biting back sobs, slipping the ring onto your finger. You curl into a ball like you were five again, wiping away the tears that fall freely.Â
Once you returned Seungcheol was gone and your parents were looking at you disappointed.
"Y/n you really shouldn't disappear like that." Your father reprimanded.Â
"Where's Seungcheol?"Â
"You mean that criminal." He scoffed. "Locked away, execution is set for tomorrow."
Your face paled and your fingers brushed over the ring. He would do the same for you if you were in his position. It's a split second decision when you dashed away, your parents shouting for you to come back. You ignored their cries, running to the dungeons, a guard caught you by your shoulders, stopping you from going further.
âStop it.â You shouted, wriggling desperately. âStop it, let me through.â
They apologise profusely all while dragging you back to your parents. The royal court was already dismissed and it's only you, your father and mother in the room. You didnât dare to make eye contact with both of them. It was stupid how they still treat you like a child.
Instead of speaking you simply trudged up to your room. You heard your father muttering to the guards about keeping an eye on you so you wouldnât escape. There was no use in that, no matter how tight the security measures you were going to find a way out. You had to.
//
It was the dead of night and you were creeping around the palace like you once did when you were younger. You had managed to slip by the guards and now you were making your way down to the dungeons. If you had guessed correctly, the guard who was on duty tonight liked to drink so you may have slipped a few sleeping pills into his drink before bed. He should be fast asleep by now.
Sure enough when you pushed the door open the guard was fast asleep on the floor, soft snores escaping his lips. You silently walked over, plucking the keys from his belt. There werenât many people in the dungeons, you didnât really keep prisoners. So there was only one cell that was occupied.
Seungcheol was leaning against the dirty brick wall, hands still cuffed. There was a small rock that he's throwing at the wall as he whistled. Somehow he managed to still look stunning while in a rotting jail cell. He looked up when you grabbed the cell bars trying to unlock it as quietly as possible. His eyes flickered to the ring on your finger and he wistfully smiled.
"I see you've received my gift."Â
It was infuriating how he was so calm in this situation, how it seemed like he didn't care. He had a death date all set up for him and his life was in the line. How could anyone be calm in this situation?
"Why'd you give me this?" You took a shaky breath when he got up, walking closer. His eyes softened.
"Because I love you." He let out a little laugh. "Have since I met you."
You were crying again. The both of you know it's not possible. It wouldn't work. You'd drilled that thought into your head. His hand caressed your cheek and you saw his eyes were glassy as well.
"Whatever happens tomorrow, promise me you won't blame yourself." Seungcheol's handcuffs jangle when they hit the metal bars. You shake your head. "It's not your fault that it ended this way."Â
You were choking back tears. "Y-You can't just give me a r-ring and die you moron. I-It's not fair."Â
Seungcheol rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Don't think of it as dying silly." He reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Think of it as a longâŠdisappearance. You can always still visit the boys in the cabin if you want. They've missed you."
"I sent their f-friend to jail." You deadpanned.
"Yeah but you also gave their friend the best years of his life. The time I spent with you Y/n are the best moments of my life.â
You sniffled, wiping your tears. "I hate you."Â
"No, you don't." He teased, poking your cheek. "You love me."
A moment of silence passed with you staring at the thief you grew up with, the one you had fallen in love with. The both of you had been through so much and for it to end like this. You never would have fathomed that you would be in this situation, yet here you were.
"I hate how you're always right." You let out a deep breath, blinking rapidly. Seungcheol wiped your tears away and you held his hand. He raised an eyebrow as if expecting you to say it. You rolled your eyes. âI love you too idiot.â
Once the words leave your mouth you feel like breaking down again. It just confirmed what was going to happen.Â
âYouâre going to ruin that pretty face of yours if you cry again princess.âÂ
âI-Iâm not crying.â
âYouâre not?â He let out a laugh. âOf course not, youâve just got something in your eye.â
You nodded, sniffling some more. âPlease tell me you're planning to escape. The doorâs wide open.â
âI canât risk you getting in trouble and I doubt your parents are happy youâre down here right now.â You couldnât care less, the guy you love was about to die, you werenât going to stay and act pretty for a bunch of obnoxious people. âSpeaking of, you should probably go before anything bad happens.â
âIâm not leaving.â You stood your ground, folding your arms. The guards had no right to drag you out of here. Your parents might grow furious and your reputation would be tarnished but you didnât care. Not anymore. You wouldnât leave.
Seungcheol let go of your hand. âListen to me Y/n. Iâll see you tomorrow and if I donât just know that I would do anything in the world for you.â You heard the distant footsteps of someone approaching. He gives you one last smile. âNow go before something bad happens.â
Hesitantly, you give one last glance at the thief you loved in chains and shackles. He wasnât crying but you could tell it was hurting him so much. You kissed him. His lips were still as soft as you remembered and he still smelt of the same soothing vanilla. Nothing seemed to matter and time seemed to stop.Â
You really hoped things would have turned out differently but it didn't. This was how the world worked, not everyone got their happy ending. The both of you part and you embraced him tightly.
âMaybe in another life we could be happy.âÂ
âMaybe...â You buried your head into his chest, inhaling his scent. The footsteps started getting closer and you reluctantly pulled away. You bite your bottom lip, peering at the entrance to the dungeons. âI love you so much.â
âAnd I love you more.â
//
When you were seated on your throne, the public beneath you, you didnât feel good. Seungcheol was on the floor, hand behind his back and a blindfold was tied around his eyes. There was nothing good about this. You felt like throwing up.Â
You didnât remember much of the execution, your mind had blocked out the memories and your eyes had been shut for most of it. You only remember bursting into silent tears as soon as you got into your room. The shame was eating you up yet Seungcheolâs words stayed fresh in your head.Â
It was like your world had collapsed, the days after the execution you spoke not a word and didnât eat or drink. It was only when the maids would insist you eat that you did. Your parents were too busy to notice a change in your behaviour and you couldnât care less. The hole in your heart only grew bigger.
The diamond ring on your hand was the only thing that kept you connected with him. It made your heart hurt whenever you would think of the memories with him. The years you spent your life with him were your happiest and you knew you would never forget them.Â
As years went by the memories were still fresh in your mind as if they had all happened yesterday. Even though your father had married you off, you still kept the ring on your hand. You still remembered the cheeky boy who had broken into the palace many years ago and you remembered how you fell in love with him over time.Â
Over the years the pain subsided and you learnt to grasp at the happy moments. You found how to be happy again and you knew how he would never want you to live sad for your whole life. And as you grew older and had children of your own you finally felt the guilt wash away. The past had been eating you up and you had let it go, learning how to enjoy your life for him.
But youâll never forget how much you loved Choi Seungcheol and how much he loved you back. And maybe in another life you both could be happy together.
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Can I get some steter with morally dubious Stiles?
You sure can! @kevaaronday made this list.
A Darkness Follows by havok2cat (9/9 | 41,994 | Explicit | Steter) Stiles serves his community service at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. He's assigned to a mysterious patient and finds himself quickly becoming obsessed.
As most wrong theories are by PotatoYoghurt
(46/46 | 35,150 | Explicit | Stetopher) The world takes everything from Stiles.
Stiles decides to take it back.
Null & Void by skargasm (18/18 | 28,762 | Explicit | Steter) In a world full of the supernatural and superpowers, everyone eagerly awaits their 18th birthday to âreceiveâ their gift. On his 18th birthday, Stiles Stilinski comes into his powers and finds out in the most horrific way possible that his gift is more of a curse â one unguarded touch, and he absorbs both a personâs gift andtheir life-force.Â
Determined to keep his friends and family safe, he moves away from his home and takes a job with the government, taking away the gifts of those who would abuse them. As one of the most powerful â and potentially dangerous â people in the world, Void feels completely alone.Â
Peter Haleâs gift is incredibly prized â mainly because no one is allowed to openly discuss what their gift is. Working within the P.A.C.K. bureau, he keeps his family safe and does the world a service. No-oneâs gift can touch him, and he is one of the very few who can tell what someoneâs gift is from one simple touch.Â
So what does he do with this ruthless but attractive new partner who refuses to let Peter touch him?
To Court a (Oblivious) Werewolf by StilesIsMySpiritAnimal (5/5 | 25,437 | Explicit | Steter) There was no mistaking that this was the Spark.
He walked with a lethal grace, hands in his pockets and head tilted down slightly. His entire body had a soft glow to it.
Three bodies moved in unison to flank him, and they walked the remaining distance to the pack.
As if sensing his perusal, the boy looked up, right at Peter, his whiskey-colored eyes flashing in the sun.
Oh. Peter briefly wondered if the young man hid his face for safety, or because every âwolf within ten miles would be looking to court him.
Perhaps by Triskuit (1/1 | 7,168 | Explicit | Steter) Stiles and Peter run into each other when attempting to kill the same people. They get together and go a-murderin'.
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âShould we be comparing lists or something?â
There was an amused snort. âPerhaps.â
They stood around awkwardly for a few moments and then Stiles went to get a closer look at the thoroughly shredded Body Formerly Known As Todd.
âYouâre not going to ask?â the werewolf blurted.
There was surprise and incredulity in his voice. And was that a hint of disappointment? Stiles bet he had a whole spiel prepared. He smirked.
âAbout what? Youâre a guy who turns into a wolf-bear creature. And? Do you have another trick up your sleeve? Some fascinating hobby?â
The werewolf erupted into a full-body laugh, mouth open and eyes sparkling â Stiles was close enough now to see that they were blue â and he was pleased to elicit such a response. He wanted to hear that sound again.Â
Aconite is Forever by threedices (1/1 | 5,636 | Teen | Steter) Magic helps Stiles find his soulmate. Knowing Peter exists is a comfort after his mother's death.
While magic doesn't stop the Hale fire it allows Stiles to bring Peter back when he thinks sacrificing himself for Stiles is a good idea (the fool).
Too Good to be True by stellewrites (1/1 | 5,256 | Teen | Steter) âThis is a big fucking job, Ali,â Stiles said tiredly as he looked over the blueprints for the banks. âIâll be doing you more than a favour if I do this. Itâs peak time for tourists, so that means that cops are going to be more alert than usual. We wonât have much time.âÂ
âSo, youâre in?â She confirmed.Â
âYeah, Iâm in,â he said
âWho the fuck actually robs a bank in Las Vegas?â Peter murmured, feeling hysterical when he saw the masked group spread around the bank.Â
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Peter's on holiday with his friends in Las Vegas when he gets caught up in a bank robbery. One of the robbers has really pretty eyes - not that Peter noticedâŠ
To Captivate a Killer by Noxnthea (1/1 | 2,000 | Teen | Steter) âThe problem is that Iâm not sure whether I want to kill him or kiss him.â
Thereâs silence from the Sheriffâs end of the spell before his father says, âReally, Stiles?âÂ
Stiles has accepted a contract to assassinate the Hale prince. Itâs not panning out quite like he expected.
Just Calm Down by SnakePit1995 (1/1 | 1,085 | Gen | Steter) Stiles putting wards on Peter's apartment was easily the best decision he ever made. They worked perfectly and saved them time and time again. The intent wards were an everlasting argument but Stiles was never going to take them down.Â
OR
The intent wards don't let Peter into the apartment when he's angry and Stiles finds it endlessly entertaining.
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STWG daily prompt 9/12/23
prompt: barbie
pairing/character(s): steddie, stobin
transfemme!stevie has my heart ngl
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Stevie's been out to Eddie for a few months when her birthday comes around. And she's anticipating a... Depressing day, if she's honest.
The only people that know are Eddie and Robin. To everyone else, she's still a guy. So she anticipates all the masculine gifts; cologne, clothes she won't wear, gag gifts from the kids about her being their dad.
And that part of her birthday is depressing. She sits through a lunch-time barbecue with the party and Eddie holds her hand out of view of everyone else so she can squeeze it every time something is said that makes her want to bawl her eyes out. Like how Mike keeps making jokes about how her hair's starting to be too long to look good, and Dustin keeps asking why she's wearing so many layers in July, and everyone keeps calling her the birthday boy, and son, and Steve-
She's happy to go home, is the point. Expects to spend the rest of the night curled up on the couch with Eddie who will no doubt spend the rest of his night feeding her words of affirmation about how she's his girl and other ooey gooey feminine phrases he knows quell the knot in her stomach some.
What she doesn't expect is for Robin to be sat on the couch she wants to curl up on, a comically huge blanket in her hands and an equally comically large pile of gifts towered in front of the couch.
"Rob, what-" Stevie starts, eyebrows raising involuntarily. She looks to Eddie, who has a small, proud smile on his face.
"Happy birthday, dingus!" Robin cheers. A party popper seems to have materialised in her hand out of nowhere, and Stevie can't help the laugh that's shocked out of her when it pops loudly.
"Go get changed into something more Stevie, okay, my love? It's time for your real birthday." Eddie says into her ear.
A sudden well of emotion builds up inside her at the words, at how lovely her boyfriend and best friend are, at the thought of how much they must have spent to buy her these gifts. She sniffs harshly to keep tears from falling, nods, and goes to her and Eddie's room without a word.
She considers getting straight into sweats in case she falls asleep in the living room, but knows she needs to feel feminine right now. Needs to see who she is reflected on the outside as well as the inside so she doesn't feel so... Wrong for the rest of the night. She slips into a comfortable pink day dress with a wrap front (an incredibly willing donation from Robin's closet) and doesn't give herself any time to scrutinise her figure in the mirror. Just brushes her hair out of its more masculine style of being pushed back, and into something softer that frames her face.
When she reenters the living room, Robin is still sat on the couch with the blanket, and Eddie is crouched down by the pile of gifts, murmuring to himself as he picks through them. Robin's laughing at him, and Stevie's chest feels warm in their presence.
"Hey! There's the birthday girl." Eddie grins when he sees her, and then looks back down at the gift pile to select a box-shaped one that's wrapped in purple polka-dot paper.
Stevie sits next to Robin, and tilts her head to rest on her shoulder as she watches her boyfriend make a sound of celebration when he holds up the gift.
"I was gonna save this gift for last, but after that shitshow I just- here, babygirl." He holds it out to Stevie with a softer smile on his face (Robin calls it his Stevie Smile), and Stevie takes it with gentle hands.
"It's from him and me, by the way. Don't let dingus 2 take all the credit." Robin adds on. Eddie just rolls his eyes and nods, and then starts to talk as Stevie carefully tears the wrapping paper. She's trying to preserve it as much as she can. Wants to keep as much evidence of her first birthday as herself as she can.
"I hope we got the right one. It was kinda hard to find, but I went to a bunch of flea markets and I remember you talking about how when you were younger you wanted it but your mom wouldn't let you and-"
Eddie cuts himself off when Stevie finally tears enough wrapping paper away to see the beginnings of the Barbie logo and gasps. Tears are already brewing in her eyes, and maybe one or two drip onto the precious wrapping paper as she manages to slide it off to reveal-
"Ballerina Barbie." She whispers, staring down at the doll. Her hands are shaking a little, and she feels so incredibly wobbly and warm.
She can't believe Eddie remembers what she said about the moment she knew she wasn't a boy the way she was supposed to be. How her mom had snatched the toy out of her hands in the toystore and replaced it with a car set.
"Is it the right one?" Eddie asks after a moment, and Stevie lifts her head to see him chewing nervously on his lip.
Instead of speaking, she wordlessly gestures for him to join her and Robin on the couch and promptly throws an arm around each of them for a much needed cuddle.
"It's perfect." She says to both of them, and gets twin squeezes to each side. A couple more tears slip out as she looks at the pile of gifts she still has to go through, "I can't believe you guys did all this for me."
"We love you, Stevie-bee." Robin says simply. Like that explains everything. Like it makes perfect sense.
"Yeah, we gotta treat our girl the way she deserves." Eddie adds on.
And Stevie thinks that maybe it does make perfect sense. After all, she'd go the same length for either of them.
#steddie#stobin#stevie harrington#trans steve harrington#steddie ficlet#steddie drabble#the party aren't transphobes to be clear they just literally do not know#stwgdailyprompt#dailydrabble#mywriting#steve harrington#eddie munson
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under the stars
joel miller x f!reader | masterlist
summary: joel finds that you become a thing of unnatural order, all ethereal as the moonlight kisses your curves.
wordcount: 3.7k warnings: post outbreak. smut. oral sex (m receiving). tying joel up with rope. cutting joel free with a knife. p in v. jo's spelling. feelings, but joel-feelings. softer!joel an: i've had this in my head for so long, getting it down on a page has been the whole wonderful, exciting and exhausting thing. i could sing forever about the moon. thank you to the most wonderful, and amazing @swiftispunk who i threw this at last night and made me feel like i am a goddess of the moon.
Joel had learnt early on that you liked the night.
Youâd handed it to him in puzzle piecesâflecks of information that heâd eventually be able to make a portrait out of. First, youâd handed him a story, then a statement and then a feeling.
The only times you didnât like the night was when it was silent.
No wind in the trees, each branch crunching sounding for miles. You didnât tell him with your words, but rather your bodyâframe closer, practically against him.
When heâd seen the abandoned train yard coming into view, heâd already considered it. The night had been closing in, the last embers of daylight casting shadows larger shadows across the tall, wiry grass.
âEver stayed in a train?â
âCanât say I have.â
He wonders a lot about the things you havenât done. If you had a list of things you had hoped to tick off from a list before the world went to shit. Whether you had made a new one when you woke up one day and realised it was kill or be killed.
In another life, he wonders if youâd have been a nurse, a doctor, a baker or a typistâbecause thereâs something about your hands. A soothingness about them wasted on holding a gun or slitting a hole in a person from jaw to pelvis. Itâs something which passes over you more when the sun goes down. The sharpness in you fading, as though you truly become the thing you were always supposed to be when shrouded in night and the moon comes out to greet you.
He supposes the night is the constant. The unchanged force that arrived and vanished each dayâa fixed point, a welcomed relief. Things donât appear any more threatening in the dark, no more than the world was before.
Yet, Joel finds that you become a thing of unnatural order, all ethereal as the moonlight kisses your curves. It highlights the lines that bend, and illuminates the sheen which coats your skin as you stare back at him in gratitude, as though the way he makes you feel good can make up for all you were robbed of. He hopes to, not by being the thing you lie next to, but the thing which keeps you safe. A protector, a wall of muscle, bone and flesh that would rip if it meant keeping you whole.
It wouldnât even matter if it were day or night.
Before it all happened, heâd never have considered that the night was more alive than the day. But heâd witnessed how it was. How the darkness provided by the sky was a gift, the moon licking shadows that added an illusion of safety, one he had used to his advantage.
Your words coaxing him, whispered, all hushed, we can take themâwonât even see us coming. You had been right. Staring up at the sky as you caught your breath, stars inside your eyes and a soul full of darkness.
As he glances over, youâre doing it now.
Peering up through the open hatch of the train roof, cross-legged, dragging his jacket further around your body as you stare, and stare, and stare.
Transfixed, lost. Kidnapped by memories, most likely, ones he wonât rip you from just yet.
He wonders if you had ever wished on them, ever stared up at them with hopefulness swimming in your eyesâtheir twinkle swirling in the pools of your gaze. Joel wonders whether youâd pleaded for something so hard under the night sky that your nails cut into your palms, only for everything to be robbed from you all the same. Had you ever seen a shooting star, and had you prayed on it for a future that included a white dress or a picket fence?
âDonât they look so pretty, Joel?â
It falls from you like a whisper, almost innocentâfar removed from the killer he knows you can be. From the gutless, powerful soul he sees rip through people when they make you spill crimson and try to take what isnât theirs.
Itâs almost easy, he thinks, to tell you that thereâs something prettier next to him. Someone who could rival the prettiest of nights and the most gorgeous of days. Something that could have been fragile, but instead is strong, chaos imagined, all wrapped inside eyes he sees when he dreams.
Head tilting, you meet his gaze, and itâs too muchâtoo strong. It's intoxicating. Feeling drunk off itâthat feeling of normalcy you make him want.
âYou ever had your cock sucked under the stars?â
You know he has.
Know that under leafless branches and an almost full moon youâd taken him in your mouth. All warm, welcomingâhis fingers knotted on the back of your head, biting back each hiss, each grunt as he felt teardrops on the crease of his thighs and hips.
It doesnât matter what his answer is, youâre already facing him, knees digging into the train floor. Your fingers already working his beltâa glimmer in your eye that has him half-hard already.
Because if lust had a look, he swears it would be you.
That look in your eyes always does something to him. Itâs more than just being alive, itâs a glint, a spark of something that he swears would have had rows of people to their knees. Right now, itâs all for him. Only his.
A possessiveness rings through him at the thought; rising up in him when he lingers on it, that he has this with youâhas this unlabelled thing where he sees all the shards of you, has met each part which makes you whole.
âI want you to try not touching,â you say, tongue dragging across your bottom lip, mouth close to his.
He wants to taste your request. Breathe it in. Have it merge with his insides, all because of the look that accompanies it. One that makes his jaw tighten, almost tick.
âYou think you can do it, Miller? Think you can refrain from touching me until I say so.â
âYeah,â he replies. âSure.â
The latter catches on his teeth as the cool air brushes over his weeping cock once you free him from his clothing. Your head tilting, holding his stare as you lick a stripe up your palm, before wrapping it around him, pumping him. Tightening your fingers, murmuring about how hard he is for you, how thick he feels in your hand.
âWeâll see,â you smirk, pausing your ministrations, and lowering your head. "Fuck, your cock is perfect, Miller."
A retort brewed, ready to fire, shoot, land. Then, your mouth wraps around him.
Just the tip at first, pausing, all tentative. Your lashes close to your brows as you stare up at himâthe moon painting you in a light which he swears he never thought possible. Because it only highlights the appetite you have for him, the starvation to take more of him.
It makes his fingers twitch at his side. Forces his thighs to tense under the need to grasp the back of your head. He refrains, even if itâs a battle heâs prepared to lose. In time.
For now, he wants more of this. Enjoy more of you licking the head of his cock, from humming around him, testing yourself as you try to take more of him, and more, and moreâ
A groan vibrates around him, making his eyes flutter closed. The battle having appeared sooner, slammed into him as you took more of him. Moaning sweetly around him, tongue swirling around the head when you come up before the tip hits the back of your throat all over again.
Joel doesnât think of consequences, he just thinks of the need to feel himself in your throat. Letting his fingers move, slide around, brushing up your neck as you take as much of him as you can, mouth so stuffedâ
âHands, Miller.â
He groans, your tongue sliding up the base of him, lips hovering at the head before you trace your lips with himâthose perfect, fucking lipsâwiping him over you, smearing him.
âIâll tie your hands down.â
His cock twitches, and you must notice from the way your brow arches, lifting up from him, bottom lip smothered in spit.
Joel finds most of the time, you have heavenly eyes and a hellish smile. A thing which shouldnât remain, should have been stolen, ripped from you. Right now, youâre nothing but wickedness and darkness.
âOh, Miller,â you say, voice lower, his name falling like silk. âDo you want me to tie you down? Stop you from touching me.â
He does.
A thing he doesnât dare deny. His own eyes having caught sight of some frayed rope earlier, pointing it out, instructingâwatching in awe as you move swiftly, boots hammering against the train floor, thudding and thudding until youâre on your knees either side of his, holding in both palms.
âLie down.â
Your instruction carries weight, your body shifting as he lies down, your body crawling up him.
âDo it likeââ
âYou showed me?â you smirk. âI know how to keep you down, Miller.â
You lean back onto your knees, jean-covered cunt on his chest. Fuck what heâd do to move his hands from waiting for the circles of the knot youâre going to makeâand pull you down to his mouth. Lets his breath puff warm air into the worn fabric, forcing it against your likely soaked core. Watch your lashes flutter as you try to make your identical loops, and see if you can think of overlapping themâwhether you even make the knot, or let it fall to the wayside as you plead for his mouth, his tongue, his fucking teeth, before he manages to wriggle your clothing down your thighs.
He doesnât find out, because he doesnât move. Shadows disguise your expression, all except your smirk as you slide his wrists through the old ropeâthe frays tickling, brushing over his skin and hair, before with a pull, you tighten itâapplying traction.
âAbove your head,â you instruct.
You hinge at the hips, falling into the line of the moonlight. And, thereâs a little gruffness to your voice, matching the pools of lust currently trying to swallow him wholeâreadying themselves to consume him, devour him. He doesnât mind. He never fucking does.
Joel would willingly die in your eyes if he couldâin the pair which sees him, all of him. Not afraid of the way heâs worn, the grief he carries, and the array of stories left in scars.
Best looking man Iâve ever killed for.
Only man youâve killed for.
Fine. Best looking man Iâve laid my eyes on.
Heâd succumb to you if you asked. More so, when you slide back down. The seam of your jeans brushing down his cockâthe friction pleasant, warranted, needed.
Heâs about to ask you to remove them. To bring yourself back up, allow him a taste, something to tide him over, reward you. Heâd maybe even beg.
But, he swears your mouth is heaven. That he must have died mere moments ago. Each scrape of your teeth makes him hiss; each hollowing of your cheek makes him want to coat your tongue in his release. His fingers knot around the rope which binds him, hearing it trying to snap under the weight of his own frustration.
It cutting, grazing into flesh, especially as you take so much of himâfurther than you did before. Barely two fingers worth of him not down your throat, your eyes staring at him, holding his gaze, almost commanding it.
He pulls instinctually, wanting to grab the back of your head, hold you, stroke your neck, cheekâ
But, then he ruts his hips into your mouth. Forcing a gag, a cough to arise from your perfect mouth.
âCareful,â he warns, as if it wasn't his doing. His eyes spot them, little streaks of tears which stain your cheeks, all quickly, tumbling and falling to his thighs. âYâgood for me. Fuckinâ perfect, in fact. But, be careful.â
Your tongue licks up the length of him, balls tightening as you graze your teeth over the undersideâbefore heâs enveloped by you again, all warm, inviting, and then your throat squeezes around him.
Heâs falling into it, the pool of pleasureâswimming it, bathed to the neck in it under stars and an almost full moon.
Heâs sure your mouth is the meaning behind paradise and tortureâboth perfect and viciousâand he groans, at it. At the way, you swallow around him.
And he canât take it.
Canât handle itâ
Wants nothing more than to come down your throat and make you taste him until morning.
Cause this is different than last time, and not because it's not a trunk his back is against. But, rather, because you're moon-soaked, kissed by the night. You're a thing he swears glows in the dark, leads a man to shore from choppy waters or could force a man to walk off a cliff.
You're pretty.
It's why he also wants to bury his cock inside you. Wants to feel you squeeze him, grasp for him, whine for him. You make him want, make him desire to possess you. Even if he'll never try to cage you, never tie you down, the thought, the wish, the desire is there. Just the same as how he wants to have you on top of him, under him, even bent over for him. Anything. Everything. All of it, all of you, allâ
Mouth lifting off, your eyes glimmer, something there, growing behind your eyes. Spit tying you to him, a bead beginning at the tip of his leaking cock and ending at your swollen, puffed bottom lip.
Then you sneer. Devilishly, all fucking cunningly. âWhat did you think earlier, Miller?â
Hand taking him, wrapping it around as it moves in fluid motions. Grip how he likes it, a teasing speed that leaves him hovering there, so close to seeing a galaxy of his own and covering your face in his gratitude.
âMiller,â you mutter. "What, did you, think earlier?"
His throat goes dry, bone dry. Like those times when he hadnât drunk for hours. And he pulls at the rope, wishing to tear himself free and silence your questioning by pushing you down, cheek to the side, sliding his cock inside you until youâre drunk on him, unable to think, ask.
He can feel his skin bruising, marks lacerating against flesh as he grunts at your knot. One he taught you, made you practiceâsomething he knows you must remember from the wink you suddenly shoot him. And he knows from the smirk that cuts across your beautiful face, that the only way heâs going to get any releaseâis by telling you. Spilling the thing which should die in his throat, blacken, melt down into other things heâll maybe one day tell you.
âIf you want to comeââ
Jaw gritting, he swears he could grind his teeth to dust.
Your hand remains poised, but not moving. His name leaves like a spell, but he knows it's draped in poison. Can tell from how it contaminates the air and makes him curse under its potency.
"Joel."
âFine. I thoughtâthought yâprettier than the stars. Prettiestâfuckââ Your head dips, sliding the tip of your tongue along his slit, ââthing Iâve ever seen.â
Lifting up from him, bottom lip sliding across your upper lipâpainting that in a mixture of his pre-come and your spit tooâyou slowly smile. âWasnât so hard now was it?â
Gritting his teeth, your breath ghosting over his mouth, eyes locked on him. Burying something light, warm, fucking lovely in his soul.
âCut. Me. Free.â
Tilting your head, he sees your brow lift.
âNow.â
You blink, a thousand universes swirling in your eyes before you move for your knife. âNow?â
âFuckinâ now, baby.â
You don't blink at the name, you just press the blade against his skin, so close to veins. Yet, he trusts you. More than he thought he would another person, another soul that wasnât bound to his by blood.
Each slice of the blade against the rope cut through the air, his strangled breaths fading, even as his cock twitched, pleading for release. His eyes just remained on youâthe maths of how heâd move you already calculatedâwatching the vein in your neck, the way spidery shadows cast on your face from your tear-stained lashes.
He felt the rope go slack before your knife stopped, moving in a flash, knife clattering as he flipped you onto your back. Hovering above, likely lit up by the stars and the moonâleering down on you, watching your chest rise and fall.
âSo, you think Iâm pretty?â
He growls, the button popped on your jeans before he rips them down as much as he can, moving enough to let you kick yourself free, before he plunges his tongue in your open mouth. Tasting, taking, robbing you of the words that you just spoke, the ones which made you cocky. Even if they were true.
But, he wasnât goodâwas an animal, a thing carved from grief and the end of days. But then, you were in your own right too. Something that gnashed, scratched, and buried the softer parts of you deep under layers that had taken him months to unearth. To even find, locate.
The animal in you is what made him want to devour, but it was the softness that made him stand in front of you when branches crunched. It was the latter that made him want to pin you down against stiff surfaces and have you feel good, feel adored.
Taking his cock in hand, he drags the head against your soaked folds. Your slick coating him, sliding up and down, watching you, studying youâa sight full of stars, twinkling, pleading. Nails digging into his hips, an order, a demand.
In one thrust, he slides deep into you. Makes you his, like he does whenever you ask him to, when he can, each chance he can get. Never tiring of it, of you.
A thing he could say, fill your pretty little head with it and then fuck it outta you.
âThinking about how much you like me, Miller?â you whisper, fingers moving up to scratch at his curls, to wrap them around your fingers. âOr, is it more than like, is that what it is?â
A tug, a swallowed groan. His mouth is on yours againâdifferent than before.
A change, a thing the two of you never used to do, but one you do more frequently. Another thing he doesnât hate. The change happened, and he realised he didnât want to go back to the time before it. Not when your tongue plunged in his mouth feels good. When you lick at the back of his teeth, flooding his mouth with the taste of salt and remnants of the canned food from earlier.
âThinking about how yâthe most frustrating thing Iâve ever had under me.â
âWould you have it any other way?â
Buried to the hilt, fingers clasped around the space just above your collarbone, he stares into your eyesâwondering if the stars are ever jealous they never get to live in them.
No, he growls.
Your mouth falling open, a moan there, building on your tongue as he hits that spotâknows it, can tell from the way you lightly gasped. It is further evidenced by the way you grasp his hips, almost pinching when he drops onto his forearm above your head, freeing a hand.
âI do like fuckinâ yâunder the stars.â
What began as a narrowing of your eyes, ended with a widening. The way it plays out could make him surrender to you every time, render him useless, even heal a shard of him that he thought was long since ruined.
Then, your mouth drops open, a moan emergingârearing its head in an almost whine-filled cry, as he sticks a finger in, rolling it over your tongue, coating the pad of him in your spit before he slides his hand between your bodies.
And he knows you wonât last long. Not from the way you're clamping down, from the sounds you makeâall beautiful, each rich, and fucking sweet. Itâs why he drops his voice low, mouth to your ear, grunting your name, that youâre perfect, prettier than a sky full of starsâall the while drawing quick circles on your bundle of nerves, his hips maintaining a constant speed.
âClose, mâclose,â you cry out, back arched into him, fingers finding refuge in his hair, face pinned by your forearms.
I know, he thinks, feeling you reach your pinnacle, hovering, hanging, before he delivers one quick thrust and youâre hurtling, spasming. Your body twists as your walls clench around him, coming on his cock, unravelling entirely as he picks up his speed, as he removes his hand from between you for leverage as he fucks into you. Just a few more, knees throbbing even through the pleasure, before his hips stutter, and heâs spilling inside of you, your name cutting into the air, scratching into it, marking it with each letter that makes it up.
Even before he collapses beside you, before breaths are caught, and your head finds that spot on his shoulder, that itâs coming. A look or your tone, that hint of gentleness you otherwise keep bottled up.
So he waits. Listen to the way your heart calms in your chest and your head feels heavy on his bone.
âYour secret is safe with me, Miller,â you whisper, not turning to look at him, just staring through the open hole of the train. âI wonât tell a soul you have a heart.â
Snorting, he swallows. âNo one would believe ya if yâdid.â
You hum, letting out a gentle breath.
And he just swallows the good he had almost whispered. Because if no one knows, itâs a thing people wonât try to take. And he canât let you lose another thing, not when heâs sure the whole part of what remains of his heart, belongs to you.
an: hope you liked this. i am a whore for the moon and the stars.
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