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hi your fics are so amazing!!

if you’re open to requests, i was wondering if you could write a lestat x louis x reader fic that takes place during their huge fight in the townhouse? i can imagine the reader being a mother figure to claudia and trying to protect her during it and getting hurt in the process of trying to break up louis and lestat. i’d love to see how the reader deals with the aftermath of her and louis’ injuries as well as claudia taking care of the two of them.

sorry if its confusing😭 i thought of this while rewatching s1

For The Love Of A Daughter | Lestat x Reader x Louis

ෆ out of fear, lestat does the unimaginable and has to try his hardest to win his family's trust back, but it may be too late

the comparison of s1 vs s2 of this scene had me on the edge of my seat 🥺 ⚠️ THIS IS S1 E5 ‼️

How did your once beautiful family go to ruins? When Claudia was created? When she rebelled? Or when she left? Your daughter, you would go to hell and back for her, yet, you couldn't convince her to stay.

Lestat was cruelly strict with her, invading her privacy by reading her diaries, not considering the fact that she was trapped in the early stages of puberty for an eternity. She couldn't help that she was a young girl stuck in this body, and he never let her forget or made it easier on her.

Louis, he'd always been passive, about your companionship, as well as his role as a parent. He wanted to keep the peace and harmony. If that meant allowing Lestat to discipline her, then he’d turn his head to not have to watch out of guilt.

Then you, Lestat often complained that you spoiled her too much. You never raised a finger to her, nor your voice. You hadn't been brought up that way, and so you did the same with her. You still remember the night she left. Packing only a few things, while you and Louis tried convincing her to stay. Standing her ground, she gave you both a hug, letting the wind carry her away.

Seven years flew by, silence made its way into the house that no longer felt like a home. Louis nose-deep in book after book, Lestat leaving going god knows where, while you remained secluded, drawing, reading, and sometimes staring at the wall.

Tonight was a rarity, Lestat wasn't running off, and Louis sat on the sofa, reading, while you sat in a chair, your head lying on your arm, taking in the soft jazz music.

Hearing the door open, Claudia entered, setting her suitcase on the floor. Rushing over, you wrapped your arms around her, rocking back and forth. Pulling away, your heart broke as Louis hugged her tightly. He too had been taking it so hard, since she had been gone. Abruptly, the music stopped, Lestat glaring at her.

“The prodigal daughter”

“I've come to apologize, I put all of you in a bad spot, I wasn't right in my head. I am now,” she said. You couldn't put your finger on it, but there was something different about her, a certain brokenness, she was trying to shut away.

“Apology not accepted,” Lestat said.

“How was college? Magna cum? Summa cum? Phi Beta Kappa?” he continued.

“I've read a lot of books. Started with Persia and Babylon, the old gods who longed for blood. A lot of it was popcorn, but a few old tomes. A Romanian tract on vampirs. A strange old Hungarian text, ‘Masticatione Mortuorum,’ the chewing dead. I plan to leave for that part of the world as soon as I can,” she told him. You and Louis shared a look, sensing that this wasn't headed in a positive direction.

“So, quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good,” Lestat spat.

“A quick stop to pick up my mama and Louis,” she told him. Your hand went to your stomach, trying to control the unsettling nervousness building up. Lestat glanced at the two of you, before glaring at her in disgust.

“Oh, Perused a few folklore anthologies, and now you're going to cross the ocean and take on a society of monsters,” he said, slowly making his way towards her.

“If what I've read is lies, then tell me what's true,” she told him, but he only continued to stare at her as if she was beneath him.

“Seven years and what’s changed, other than you need a housekeeper?” she sneered. He slowly approached her, and as you were about to step forward to intervene, Louis grabbed your hand, discreetly shaking his head.

“The vampires out there…are vicious. Oh, but you've learned that already. Who did you meet out there in the American hinterland? Read her,” Lestat looked at the two of you, walking away. Staring at her, you quickly wiped the tear from your eye, you couldn't imagine what she had been through all on her own.

“That’s it, keep 'em scared. That's his way,” she said to you both.

“The vampires in Europe are much, much worse”

“But I think he's scared,” she spoke over him.

“I never asked, how did Charlie taste? Like the love you'll never really know,” he said, trying to get under her skin.

“And when he's scared, he ridicules”

“She was a destitute little girl, destined to live an inconsequential little life,” he said, approaching the both of you.

“And we took it from her, we cursed her,” Louis said, making the smug expression drop from his face. Looking at you, his frown deepened, seeing you gaze at her, the bloody tears moments from seeping out.

“Come with me!” she called out, both of you staring at her.

“Come with me, mama, Louis”

“Louis, Y/n,” Lestat said, becoming angry as neither of you looked at him.

“I thought I could live without either of you, but I was wrong,” Claudia said, her eyes pleading for you to come along.

“Y/n, Louis”

“Louis, Y/n,” Lestat continued, raising his voice.

“His love is a small box he keeps you both in, don't stay in it,” she said, as you glanced at him.

“A thousand nights of sulking, and the first sight of her, you are just gonna up and leave me?!” Lestat yelled.

“Please, come with me! Let’s be vampires worth of your love!” Claudia screamed before Lestat surged, choking her.

“Get off of her,” you said, going to shove him off of her. However, he was much stronger, gaining the upper hand, his fingers wrapping around your throat, he looked unrecognizable.

“You, always choosing her,” he spat, before Louis charged over, tackling him.

As they fought, Claudia screamed, panicking, as you tried to keep up with them. Throwing Louis in the living room. Lestat straddled him, punching him in the face.

“Lestat, stop it,” you cried out, jumping on his back, but he easily slung you across the room, as you smashed into the wall, you could feel your arm already broken.

“Claudia, stay down here,” you told her, rushing to the bedroom.

“Stop fighting,” you screamed, as they continued tackling each other.

“Let him go,” you hear Claudia crying.

“It’s alright, you stay where you're at,” Louis told her, as if he wasn't completely bruised up.

“You're going to choose her too? Leave me for her when she left you both, I’ve been here,” he told you, as you slowly backed away, unsure of what he'd do next.

“Lestat st-

“Do not tell me what to do,” he told you, wrapping his hand around your throat, and pulling you close. His nails were in your skin, with your airway completely blocked.

Dragging both of you downstairs, and outside, you could hear Claudia running.

“I fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper. I never once harmed either of you,” he said.

“Let him go,” you cried, hoarsely, trying to claw at his hand, while reaching for Louis.

“Silence,” he told you.

“Uncle Les”

“It's Uncle Les, now suddenly?”

“Let them go, they didn't do nothin’, let them go, it's me you want,” you could hear her steps approaching.

“Listen to me, and listen very carefully my infant death, it was never you. No matter how much your mama made you think otherwise,” he spat, crushing your throat, and dragging you both out into the road.

“I chose you, and you, given you the dark gift and you've betrayed me,” he said, biting into your neck, draining almost every ounce of blood from your body, before throwing you, watching as you flew into the backyard, colliding with bricks, you could feel your rib cage shatter.

However, as you stood up, you quickly fell to your knees in pain and fear for Louis’s life, watching as they flew into the sky to the point where they were no longer seen.

“Mama, are you alright?” Claudia ran to you, reaching for her hand, your other hand on your throat. You couldn't speak, Lestat’s nails had managed to pierce through. Claudia gasped, as you coughed, blood spilling out.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“I’m okay, we just need to get Louis,” she said, helping you stand, however, just as you stood, Louis fell from the sky, hitting the ground. Limping over, you were afraid to touch him, the slightest touch looked as if it would break him even more.

Crying, you looked up, staring into Lestat’s eyes as he flew over you all, not saying a word. You couldn't say it, but from your expression, there was no way you could easily forgive him after this.

Healing was a struggle, not just from the physical damage, but any previous trust was gone. While you managed to bounce back within a few months, Louis had a long way to go. Lestat skipped town and hadn't bothered to show his face.

You avoided thinking about him, altogether. Dedicating yourself to Claudia and Louis, from coffin-bound to limping, every day was progress. Louis was slowly getting better and you both worked on strengthing your bond with Claudia. Then the calls started coming.

All of this time, you managed to push through the soreness and pain, but the moment he called you hid away, licking your eternal wounds. He was a completely different person that night, the things he said, the things he'd done. After Louis fully healed, you were no longer opposed to the idea of leaving for Europe with Claudia.

Hearing the doorbell ringing, you turned your head, watching as Claudia went outside. You could hear his voice, he had gifts, and he wanted to talk, to apologize. Louis went upstairs, throwing his coffin out of the window, you couldn't help but snicker.

“There’s your answer”

“And where is Y/n? I know she would enjoy these paints, they are rare. I paid quite a price because I knew she would make the most beautiful-

“My mama ain't got nothin’ to say to you, like you said, she betrayed you, choosing me,” she told him, shutting the door, and locking it.

Coming back to the living room, she glanced your way before to Louis, who came from upstairs. As Louis sat next to you, you pulled him close.

“You okay?” you asked him.

“Getting there,” he mumbled, smiling as you kissed his cheek.

Lestat didn't show his face anymore, but the gifts never stopped. Each time more spontaneous than the next, and while you knew, Louis was becoming weaker, you wished you could say the same for yourself.

“Emily Dickinson is not a vampire,” Louis said, as you laughed.

“How do you know?” she asked.

“Because she is dead,” you pointed out.

“How do you know?”

“She got a grave,” Louis said.

“And a tombstone,” you added.

“So do you,” She told Louis, all of you laughing, afterward.

As you crossed the streets, the driver honked their horn, as they slowly came to a stop in front of you. Opening the door, Lestat climbed out, smiling at you all. Rolling your eyes, you simply looked the other way.

“25 horsepower Rolls-Royce six-cylinder engine and a front end they call a coffin nose, is that rich? This one’s yours, mine’s back at home in blue,” he said, showing off the new car, and tossing the keys to Louis.

“I know how much you despise driving, so I got you other things, the finest fabrics, books, art supplies, and music, waiting for you at home, I'm back in town permanently,” he continued, looking your way, but you just stared off to the side, as if you didn't see him.

“Were you gone?” Claudia asked him.

“Across the river, in Algiers,” he said, you could still feel his eyes on the two of you.

“You know who lives in Algiers” Claudia said to you, as you clenched your jaw.

“I don't know what possessed me that night,” he said.

“Three years ago, that night, three years ago, he means,” Claudia corrected him.

“I was someone I don't want to be anymore. I've changed. Let me prove it to you. I’m nothing without you. I’m nothing without any of you”

“If you want me to go away, just say so. I’ll obey you. I’ll leave your lives forever. This silence is cruel, all I ask is that Y/n looks at me. You haven't spared me a glance since I've been here. Neither of you were ever cruel, don't let our situation change you,” he said.

“Just look at him,” Louis pleaded.

Turning to face him, he cleared his throat, straightening his posture. You didn't say anything, emotionlessly staring at him.

“You look stunning as always, ma chérie,” he complimented, his heart breaking as you looked away again.

Taking the keys, Claudia threw them, before scratching the car, reaching for your hand, walking away.

Six years, came and went, and more gifts flooded the house. It was unspoken between you and Louis that you both missed him. Although it looked different, Louis wanted him to come running back, each extravagant, but sentimental gift was tugging more and more at Louis’s heart. You preferred the distance, reminiscing on the past, before that night. You didn't think you could have that back, now, you secretly enjoyed every time he saw you, or wrote to you, begging that you would acknowledge him.

Unexpectedly, it happened, the record came in the mail and was immediately played. The song meant to win you both back while pissing you off, a song sung by his affair partner. Louis was seething, grabbing the record, and ran out of the house.

“You're not going with him?” Claudia asked.

“They will be back,” you mumbled, knowing his plan worked, he got through to Louis and would be coming back.

“Rule number four-

“Kill Antoinette”

“Antoinette is my own private-

“Affair,” Claudia said.

“Said child, interfering in the romantic lives of her parents,” Lestat said, wanting one of you to stop her. She had been sharp with him since the moment he stepped into the house.

“She will be 33 soon, far from a child,” you reminded him, rolling your eyes.

“It’s a lick and a promise in vampire years,” he shrugged.

“Maybe, but I am not your child anymore, that's rule number five,” Claudia said, catching his attention.

His eyes shifted from her to you, your interlocked hands. She had you, wrapped around her fingers, taken from him. Louis was more willing to work on the broken relationship, but you had shut him out, choosing your child.

“I’ll be your companion, your sister,” she told him, as he scoffed.

“It's not as simple as choosing a new family configuration, now I'm your cousin, now I'm your aunt, I am your maker,” he told her rudely.

“I’m going to bed,” you said, standing abruptly, he looked into your cold eyes, searching for any emotion.

“Will you not lay down your rules, as well?” he asked, sarcastically.

“Good night,” was all you said, turning away, going upstairs.

“She needs time,” you could hear Louis say.

Did you need more time? You didn't go through nearly as much as Louis and he managed to forgive him, why couldn't you? You were never maternal until Claudia came along, perhaps it came with being a mother. The way that he treated her, turned you against him. As much as you loved him, thinking back to the times you were spoiled, lavished as if you were royalty, you couldn't bring yourself to open up.

Hunting became insufferable. Louis began drinking human blood, it was supposed to bring everyone closer, hunting as a family, but you kept your distance. He knew he'd wounded you, his choice of words hurting you just as bad, and he'd have to be more persistent to win you back.

“I wished you’d look at me, the simplest glance would help me a great deal,” he said, following you, sighing in relief as you faced him.

“Happy?”

“You have my heart at your will, your precious words command me, and I would do anything you ask of me,” he said, trying to fight the tears, as you slowly approached him.

“Take up your heart, I wouldn't want you to feel betrayed when I don't choose you,” you said, turning around, leaving him to stand there and try to gather his emotions.

“Could you at least try to compromise?” Louis asked you, as you looked through the different fabrics in the store.

“I am-

“No, you're not, you put your coffin in Claudia’s room, and the other night, whatever you said, he cried himself to sleep”

“Aw, poor baby,” you said, placing the fabrics into Louis’ arms.

“You agreed that we would work things out, everybody is compromising trying to work through our problems, we need you too,” he said, pouting, as you approached the cash register.

“Fine, I hate when you give me that look,” you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“Thank you, I love you,” you grinned.

“I love you,” you laughed, pecking his lips.

Later that night, after putting away your things, and changing into your nightgown, you were about to into Claudia’s room, when you stopped. Huffing, you went to your shared bedroom, opening the door.

“Did she say anything? I left a note, but she never responds,” Lestat grumbled.

“I talked with her, but it is up to her to make a decision,” Louis said.

“I hope you don't expect us to squeeze that coffin,” you said, making both of them face you.

“We could always sleep in the bed,” Louis offered, both of them approaching you.

‘Thank you’ he said, as you faced Lestat.

“Will you keep that stupid look on your face, or will you speak?” you asked.

“I didn't know it was okay for me to do so,” he chuckled.

“Y/n is willing to compromise, she hasn't said it verbally, but she does still love you,” Louis spoke, as you stared at the two of them.

“Ma chérie, if I could take back what I've said, what I’ve done-

“But you can't”

“I can't, and I will have to live with the burden of knowing I hurt you and Louis both, your role in Claudia’s life was never a problem, I am sorry, my love,” he said, walking to you, falling to his knees in front of you. His head laid against your stomach, and he continued to apologize profusely.

“To have you look at me, after months of refusal, even if it is a look of anger, is to see heaven,” he said, looking up at you. Reaching for his hand, you helped him stand, pecking his lips. Holding your hand out for Louis, as soon as he was close enough, your lips were on his soft skin.

Pushing Lestat onto the bed, you straddled his lap, rolling your hips, as Louis stood behind you, kissing your neck. Leaning down, you wrapped your hands around his neck.

“I’ll forgive you, but if you ever do anything remotely similar, I’ll make sure you burn in the sun, and I’ll wear you as makeup,” you said, making him smirk.

“Anything you say, although the thought of me being on your face, arouses me greatly,” he said, watching as you pulled Louis onto the bed, moving over to him.

Your nearly decade-long monogamy had now come to an end, sharing the night with Louis and Lestat. You had forgotten how spontaneous he was, managing to pleasure both of you.

‘Have you taken him back, like Louis?’ Claudia asked.

‘For now’ you thought, as Lestat kissed along your shoulder blade.

‘Do you think Louis will help?’

‘He will’

‘Do you think it will work?’

‘I don't know, my child, but we will try’

‘We can do it, mama, he wants to keep you and Louis for himself, he hates me and would probably kill me if it meant having you both alone’

‘I know’

Now lying in bed, Lestat in between you and Louis, both of you in his arms.

“I hope you will allow me to continue to prove myself to you, and I am lost without either of you, I feel empty without you both here with me, I love you,” he spoke, you couldn't deny the way your heart fluttered.

“Then it is official, we will kill Lestat’

‘And if our plan doesn't work?’

‘Then we escape to Europe, we find other vampires, and we rebuild our lives there, does that sound okay?”

‘It sounds perfect’

‘Great, good night mama’

‘Good night, my child’

Looking up at Lestat’s face, he lay peacefully, his eyes shut, face relaxed. He was incredibly handsome, you didn't dare tell Claudia but coming to this room, you were just as weak as Louis. Would you be able to kill this beautiful man, the love of your life? Or run away and live an eternity with your daughter? You couldn't decide anymore, only time would tell.

brotha eughhh, this was so mid

#lestat de lioncourt x reader #lestat x reader #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac x reader #interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #louis x reader

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petew21-blog · 4 months ago

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Siblings rivalry

Lyle was nervously grasping the wheel, side eyeing the man next to him while driving: „Could you, please, put some shirt on?”

“Why? Is it distracting you? It’s just a body, Lyle, and you’re not a faggot. Shouldn’t bother you. Am I right?” the shirtless man sitting on the passenger’s seat responded with a smirk and subtle disdain in his voice.

“Of course I’m not… It’s because of the sweat. The car is borrowed and I don’t want to clean it.” Lyle quickly responded and tried to change the subject

“The car is an old piece of shit. We’ll be lucky if we even make it to the beach in time.”

The engine started making weird noises and the car slowed down. “See, told you.”

Lyle stormed out of the car and screamed:”Can you shut the fuck up already?! I can’t take this anymore. I want my girlfriend back.”

“I didn’t choose this either. And I still am your girlfriend!”

Lyle's girlfriend Nicole has a twin brother, Nicholas. Their family is one of the most weirdest ones you’ll ever meet in your entire life. And Lyle had the pleasure, or maybe misfortune, to find out the hard way. They got their hands on some magical shrooms or something. Some made you see the future, some gave you a really great time and there were also ones that swapped your body. Trippy right? Yeah… Naturally the parents used it for orgies and other experimenting.

But occasionally they used it as a method of punishment. Nicole told Lyle, that she had to be her mum for two weeks last summer, just because she lied about her school results. Lyle didn’t believe the whole swap thing until the parents found out that Nicholas and Nicole didn’t share the same morals about feminism and male value. Nicole was obviously a feminist, but she was belittling her brother. On the other hand, her brother didn’t even stop to consider how different a life is for a woman. The whole family had an argument about this and the parents decided to swap Nicole and Nicholas for the ENTIRE summer before university. Yep, insane.

Nicole responded to her body quite well to be honest. She was in a male body before, but never in her brother’s. Them being twins might have helped a bit. Nicholas is an attractive male, so Nicole had it quite easy. He has a great physique, handsome face and generally is a great guy. Lyle and Nicholas often joked together about women, watch football or play videogames together. But having his girlfriend in his body? Way different for Lyle.

Lyle caught her staring at herself many times. She seemed completely unphased, maybe even excited to be in male body now. Which can’t be said for me. Sex was obviously a no go. Lyle didn’t even want to touch her without feeling like a fag. But Lyle knew something bad was about to happen sooner or later. Maybe this would be a test for their relationship. Maybe it will uncover that he is a superficial asshole and that he love her only for her body.

She keeps staring at Lyle sometimes and tried to even seduce him, but he just can’t like this. Not while she is in Nicholas’s body.

Which brings us back to the present, currently on the coast far from the beach party where we were supposed to be hours ago. Unfortunately, Lyle had to borrow his grandparent’s car and it just broke down. Nicole smiled after being right again and seeing me snap.

She had her shirt off and leaned against the hood of the car. “So what now Sherlock?”

Lyle: „I don’t know. We’re in the middle of nowhere. And the cur is busted.”

Nicole: ”Jesus, Lyle. Be a man and call Jake. He can at least come get us.”

Lyle nervously nodded and took out the phone. He went behind the car and waited for someone to answer. Meanwhile Nicole moved from the front and went to the back of the car, adjusting herself for Lyle.

Lyle finished the call and before he looked up he said: „They’re all drunk already, so Daniel is going to wait a bit before he’s sober and will come get us.”

Nicole: „Good. More time for us to have fun” Lyle looked up and saw Nicole in her shorts, slowly lowering them.

Lyle quickly turned around. “Jesus fuck, what are you doing? What if someone sees you?”

Nicole:”Who? You mean the nearest guy miles away from us? Yeah, right. I wanna get Nicholas a good tan for the summer. We agreed to treat each other’s body properly.”

Lyle knew Nicole had different intentions, but he wouldn’t succumb to her. He isn’t gay for fuck’s sake.

Nicole took the folding chair they had in their trunk and positioned herself in front of the car, enjoying the sun.

Nicole: „When was the last time that the two of us had some proper free time to just stop? Did we ever? Feels like the first time. Maybe we should use it properly.”

Lyle: „What are you suggesting?”

Nicole: „I think we should fuck. You haven’t touched me in weeks.”

Lyle: „Because you are a man now!!! And your brother, Jesus fuck.”

Nicole:”Cut the crap, Lyle. Do. You. Love. Me?”

Lyle:”… I… of course I love you.”

Nicole: „Do you love me for me, or my body?”

Lyle: „I… I love YOU.”

Nicole: „So come and prove it.” Her daring voice made Lyle feel uneasy. But he felt as if something was pulling him towards Nicole, towards Nicholas.

Nicole got up, uncovering her hairy manhood. This was the first time that Lyle looked at it. It wasn’t hard, but even now it was still pretty impressive. Nicole headed to the car, going past Lyle and whispering in his ear: „I haven’t sucked your dick in weeks. I need to have your dick as much as you want me.”

Lyle looked as Nicole laid down on the car seats, waiting for Lyle to make his move. Her dick was getting hard and getting bigger. Maybe even bigger than his own. Lyle couldn’t keep his eyes off of that thing.

Nicole spoke up: „Lyle, I need you. I need your dick!”

Lyle’s dick was hard as well. He felt himself throwing his clothes off as if he was just a passenger. He thought about Nicole giving him that great blow job of hers once again. He could see in his memory, his dick disappearing in her mouth.

He got close to Nicole, lowering himself on top of her, HIM. And was ready to push his dick closer to her, but he was so horny, that he didn’t even realize that he was now the one holding HER dick in his hands. Jerking it furiously. Lick it from top to base. Swallowing it fully. He didn’t even realize he didn’t have much trouble swallowing her cum. Even after SHE pushed HER dick in his ass, he didn’t find it that weird.

They laid on top of each other, breathing out loud, enjoying each other’s company, making out. Nicole gave Lyle a sign that she need to go out and piss. Lyle stayed in the car, still struck for what just happened. Nicole’s phone vibrated. Lyle thought that maybe someone was ready to pick them up, but instead it was Nicole’s friend Stacy texting her. The text said: „Hey, Stacy. Thanks again for swapping with me. I really needed to be fucked and not as a man, haha. Hope you’re enjoying it. Luv U”

Lyle:”What. The. Fuck?!”

#body swapping #male body swap #body switch #body swap #ftm body swap #ftm body switch #male body switch #body switching #family body swap

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youreverydayfangirl · 1 year ago

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afterglow

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writting-stuff-sometimes · 5 months ago

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Play with fire Pt 2- LN4 X Fem reader

Pairing: Lando x Y/n Fewtrell

Warnings: physical Fight

Notes: Here's the second part, it gets messy but I'm almost done with part 3, so it won't be long for it to get better. As always, feedback is really appreciated, and receiving requests.

Thanks for the love.

Part 1

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It was the sixth month anniversary with Lando and you had planned to spend one whole week together in Mónaco. As part of the plan, he leased a villa and invited Max, Pietra, and a couple friends to Nice for the last days of the summer break. A few days later he lied and told them he was needed back at the MTC a week early but convinced them to stay back for the remaining days, and you lied to your parents saying you were spending that week with Leah, your bff.

It was day 3 of eating junk food, watching trash TV, and having sex 24/7. You had never been more in love with the man sleeping beside you. Your head on his chest, his soft snoring so relaxing you had no idea how you would be able to fall asleep without him every night.

"Hey mate, are you here?" Your brother's voice made your heart stop. Were you dreaming? "Bob!" Yup, it was your brother.

"Lan, baby" you moved him softly enough not to scare him.

"Yaaaawww" He yawned loudly "Hi bab-"You covered his mouth. His eyes stared at you confused.

"Max is here" You whispered.

"What?"

"Lando, are you here mate? Your car is in the garage" You could see his soul leave his body.

"What is he doing here?" you asked

"No idea!"

You heard a suitcase rolling down the hallway.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" You started panicking.

"Shh, everything is going to be ok. Stay here" he kissed your lips and stood up, putting on his boxers and joggers. "Be right back" he whispered, and walked out, closing the door behind him. You stood up, put on your pajamas, and rushed to press your ear to the door.

"Hey Mate"

"Oh hey, I thought you were at the MTC"

"Oh, yeah, we finished early"

"It's Wednesday, I thought you were staying there the whole week"

"Yeah, nah, came back this morning"

"That must be a record"

"Yeah, great results"

"Sounds like it"

"What are you doing here?" Lando was trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, but damn was he a bad actor.

"Oh, I messaged you yesterday, P, wasn't feeling well so we decided to return early. You didn't get it?"

"I...I don't even know where I left my phone"

"Oook" Your brother stared at Lando trying to figure out why he was behaving weirdly.

"So, I'm hungry. Do you want to go eat something? Do you want to go get some pizza?" Lando tried to get Max away from the house so you had enough time to figure out a plan. As much as he had been waiting and begging for you to come clean, this was not how he would like to do it.

"Nah, thanks. Actually, P is downstairs sleeping in the car. Plus, I'm not sure if I'm tired from the drive or if I've caught whatever she has; I feel weird, so I'm just taking a quick shower, and I'll spend the night over at her hotel in case she needs something."

"Oh, ok, yeah, that sounds good" You and Lando could finally breathe.

"Are you ok mate? You look flustered"

"Yeah, nah, I'm just tired, it's been quite a week"

"Yeah, I imagine. I'm going to take a quick shower and will be out of here so you can rest"

"Ok, fine, yes"

Your brother went to the guest room, Lando waited until Max's door was closed to go inside his.

"Fuck, that was scary" You whispered still worried Max could hear you from across the hall. "And you're such a terrible actor"

"Hey, I'm not that bad"

"Yeah, you are" You hugged him, placing your head against his chest as his hands caressed your hair. The sound of the shower calming your rushing hearts.

"I have to admit tho" He pushed you away lightly so you were facing him. "This was kind of hot"

"What?"

"Yeah, like this rush, it makes me almost not want to tell him and see how much we can keep sneaking around"

"You're sick" You stared at him, a half smile on your face.

"This is what you've done to me, you've made me a sick, obsessed, unsatiable man" He made a fist with your hair and pulled you to join your lips in a wild kiss.

"Mate, do you have-" Your brother knocked on Lando's door but opened it immediately, a beautiful habit he's had since childhood.

You all stared at each other in shock.

It was a scene straight out of a comedy or a horror movie, depending on who you asked.

You could see your bother's mouth trying to voice his thoughts, but there were too many. The moment you saw his jaw clench you knew you had to speak before Lando did. You loved the man but even with all the PR training, he was the worst at this kind of situation.

"Max, listen" You started in a low voice, taking a step toward him without letting go of Lando's hand. Your bother just raised his hand, one finger up signaling you to wait. "Max, everything's fine, ok?"

"No" He said, his voice so low it was almost scary

"Yes" You tried to remain calm, and so did Lando but the thigh grip he had on your hand told you he was as nervous as you.

"You're fucking my little sister?" He finally voiced the loudest thought in his head, his eyes piercing holes into Lando's.

Not that you were sensitive to the word fuck, but this time it made your skin crawl, being used by your brother to describe what you and Lando had felt just wrong.

"Mate, wait" Lando mimicked your calm voice.

"I'm not your mate!" Your brother raised his voice and you squeezed Lando's hand as a silent request to remain calm. "Mates-don't-fuck- their-mates-sisters" You could see his arms tense, his fingers white from the tight fists.

"We're not fucking" He answered.

"Oh no? Then what's happening here?" He walked in the room pacing around in a frenetic way.

"Both your clothes everywhere, the bed a fucking mess, the condom box on the nightstand? Tell me Lando, what is it that I'm seeing?"

"Max, listen" Max's eyes fixed on your intertwined fingers.

"You shut up, wait until Mom and Dad know about this"

"Don't talk to her like that" Lando tried to defend you but you placed your hand on his chest trying to hold him back.

"I'm not a child anymore Max, I'm a grown-up"

"Oh please, you're a freaking child, and fucking Lando proves it"

"Whether you like it or not, I'm an adult now, and I get to choose who I date, no matter what you or our parents have to say about it"

"Date? You're dating him?"

"Yes" You answered confidently.

"Listen, mate, I love her, ok?" His voice in a calm yet confident tone that made your heart rush with love.

"I'm going to kill you"

"Max" You could read in his body language he was about to lose it.

"I'm going to kill you, Lando"

"Max, wait, please" You tried to place yourself between them but before you knew it your brother was pushing Lando against one of the walls, his forearm pressing his neck as he pushed him hard, Lando tried to push Max away without hurting him.

"Max, wait, what the fuck?" You tried to get close to them.

"Y/n, no, stand back" Lando yelled at you when he saw you were getting closer.

"You're a fucking morron" Your brother kept pushing Lando against the wall.

You rushed to the nightstand and took your phone from the charger ringing Pietra.

"Hello?" The calm sleepy voice on the other side of the line was the complete opposite of the scene right in front of you. You felt bad for bringing her into this, but you needed help to get your bother to calm down, and she was your best option.

"P, you need to get up here, please"

"Y/n? Where are you?"

"Lando's apartment, please, get up here now!" You hung up hoping she was on her way.

"Mate, listen to me, I swear to God, this is not what you think" Lando tried to use his calmest voice possible, trying just to cover himself from the fists being thrown around by your brother.

"Max, stop it! You're behaving like an animal, stop!" You tried to get your brother off your boyfriend but he kept pushing you back.

You heard the door panel beep and then the door opened.

"Over here!" you yelled trying to lead her to the master bedroom, not that the sound of stuff being thrown around wasn't going to lead her there anyway,

"What's happening?" She stared in shock at the scene in front of her "Max, stop it" She tried to approach the fighting men but they pushed her back too.

"Maximilian, you have to calm down, now!" P's voice actually worked, getting your brother to stand back.

"P, this is between Lando and me"

"No, it's not!" You yelled back at him.

"You shut up! Grab your things, you're coming with me right away"

"No"

"Y/n, I'm not playing!"

"Neither am I, I'm not leaving with you, Max"

"Aaaahhh" Your brother screamed and squatted down covering his head with his hands. Pietra was about to walk over to him but you stopped her, asking her to let you go first.

"Max" You said softly walking over to him. Slowly you placed your hand over his shoulder "Max, please you have to listen to us, please"

"Screw you two" He stood up, took P's hand, and walked out of the apartment slamming the front door.

You sighted in defeat, at least he wasn't punching Lando anymore, but it was so painful to see your brother so hurt.

"Baby" You walked over to Lando who was walking back to the bed, holding his ribcage "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I've had worst on track"

"Let me see" You held his face inspecting it, he had a couple of red bruises here and there, but most of the damage had been done to his chest and shoulders. You started shaking.

"Baby" You hugged him, falling to your knees in front of him, tears finally flooding your eyes.

"Shhh it's ok, it will all be ok" He hugged you tightly against his chest, he could feel slight pain but soothing you was more important.

He pulled you up and placed you on the bed, holding your thigh against him.

"It will be ok" he said softly against your hair.

"I know" You answered back between sobs.

"Well, the cat's out of the bag" Lando tried to joke the tension away.

"You think we should've told him sooner?"

"He might have reacted the same, so I'm afraid any time would've led to the same result"

You remained on the bed, with many questions in your heads. Now that Max knew you had to tell your parents, he would probably do everything he could to have them on his side. What was going to happen to Quadrant? Not that Lando didn't trust he could convince Max this wasn't a bad thing, but fear lingered there.

You stood from the bed and started picking up the mess the fight had left.

"Baby come here-"

"Lan, this helps me, let me just... if I can't fix the situation I can at least fix this"

He stood up and helped you clean.

After what felt like an hour or two your phone dinged.

Pi 🌸 Max is calm now, he has agreed to go back up and talk with you guys, we'll be up in a second, but please no PDA for now!

"Lan, they're coming back up, let's go sit in the living room"

"So he can break more stuff?" You stared at Lando "Sorry, no more jokes"

"And no hand holding or kissing, or hugging"

"Are you serious?"

"Just until we get him to listen to everything we have to say"

"Fine"

You waited for your brother in the living room, sitting on opposite sides of the sofa.

You heard the lock panel and your heart rushed. Your brother opened the door letting Pietra in first, she walked all the way next to the sofa but your brother remained at the door.

"Ok, I'm here, talk" His voice was a version you had never heard before.

"Max, we're sorry we didn't come forward about this sooner, I'm sorry, I just, I had no idea how to tell you" You spoke first.

A sarcastic snort left his body as he crossed his arms.

"Love" Pietra stared at him.

"Fine, continue" He rolled his eyes.

If only your brother knew he was responsible for this happening.

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fancyfeathers · 3 months ago

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Burn It All Down

(Yandere!Justice League & Yandere!Young Justice)

Based on Yandere!Justice League with their darling!children AU

Previous Chapter <- Chapter Two, Abracadabra -> Next Chapter

This chapter is told from the perspective of Giovanni Zatara’s Son!Reader (the brother of Zatanna Zatara)

Each chapter will be the perspective of the reader but as the different children since when I originally had this concept they were all darling/reader characters.

You never thought you would follow in your father's footsteps and practice the mystic arts, but things changed in the direction you expected your life to take. Being a traveling supernatural consultant was not so bad, the pay for the jobs was always good and seeing the world was pretty exciting, though it would terrify your sister, well, rather she was your step-sister, Zatanna, if she ever found out what you were doing for your job. In your letters and calls, you lied to her and told her you were studying abroad, but in reality, you needed to get away from it all, the truth behind your parents’ marriage. Now with your father being rather… occupied at the current moment, you had that space you needed to digest the truth.

You now find yourself in Paris after investigating a haunting at a home in Neuilly-sur-Seine, the couple paid well, that if you wanted to you would need to take another job for maybe a year. The last thing you honestly expected to happen in the course of your trip in the city of love and lights was a visit from a certain billionaire’s daughter while you were enjoying your day at a cafe here in the city. So you currently find yourself walking down the streets of the city alongside the daughter of the billionaire Bruce Wayne, otherwise known as the Batman, you would have been surprised on how she found you, but then again she was the daughter of the world’s best detective…

“So Paris, where is your next stop?” The lady beside you asked, she called herself Songbird, some sort of vigilante in the states after she left Gotham City.

“Don’t know, been wanting to visit Australia or maybe Brazil.” You responded to her as you two stopped at a street corner, you turning to look her in the eye. “So, what do you actually want? The whole thing with our parents, you said there were others like us, what does that mean?”

“Other runaways, or that’s what the Justice Leauge calls us-”

“I’m not a runaway.”

“Of course you're not, you just left home after your father put on the Helm of Fate to save your sister.” She spoke to you, looking completely straight faced even if she knew you were agitated at the fact that she called you a runaway. “Why is that? Did you find something out about your parents? Not so pretty is it?”

“Ya… I did.” You answered her question with a small amount of hesitation. You shoved your hands in the pockets of your long, dark red leather coat, your eyes coming down to look at your shoe-covered feet, uncomfortable to look at anyone in the eyes as your mind raced back to the thoughts of the memories of those days after your father was taken. “I found some old journals from my father when I was cleaning out some of his things and the things he wrote… the things he did…”

“I get it, trust me I do.” She responded, and you watched as she took out a small journal from her coat pocket, she flipped to a certain page before handing it to you, it was a list of names, the heroes and other names besides those that you did not recognize. “We have it a lot better than a lot of the names on this list, we have to help them.”

“What would you want me to do about it?”

“You were raised by a magic practitioner, you can do a locator spell, right?”

“What?!” Her question caught you off guard, it was not like you could not do a locator spell, it was the fact that in recent weeks, your magical abilities have become rather unpredictable, almost out of control in some circumstances. “Sorry, I just…”

“You just what?”

“Look, things have been off with me lately, I don’t know if I can manage a spell like that right now.” You admitted to the young lady, finally getting the courage to look her in the eyes. “My magic is dangerous right now…”

“Dangerous how?”

“It’s just behaving in ways it shouldn’t right now.”

“Look, there are people who need you right now, lost kids who have no idea what to do besides the fact that they don’t want to go back to where they were.” She looked you dead in the eye, and the way her eyes narrowed slightly as her lips pressed together tightly sent shivers down your spine. “Please, I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t a hundred percent necessary.”

“...Fine.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

You took your unexpected visitor to the house you were renting from a couple, a vacation home of sorts. You took her upstairs to what is the attic of the house, but while you were here, it was to be your makeshift study, old spellbooks and papers that you kept with you, laid in stacks around the room, artifacts that you carried during your travels, set down where you had the space. You took a small globe that you brought with you for this very spell.

“Give me that journal- actually hold it open for me.” You spoke as you tossed up the small globe and it stopped in midair as if it was an actually small planet, a small parlor trick Zatanna taught you when you two were little, a simple levitation spell. You watched her as she opened the book for you, flipping to the page with the names, you read the names over carefully, you needed to focus. You turned your head to stare at the globe, your eyes narrowing at the small ball. “Erif, kees tuo eseht tsol luos.” You could see the wonder on your new friend’s face as little red dots appeared on the globe as it spun around slowly. You glanced at her, smiling at your success with the spell. “I’ll list the names, you write them down.”

“Oh right.”

“Superman’s daughter is currently in Dallas, Texas. Flash’s daughter is in Pittsburgh- and so it is Wonder Woman’s son…”

“You think they are there together?”

“Most likely.” You suppose that made your job easier, but it was hard to say given that you would bet that the Flash’s daughter most likely inherited her father’s speed. “Aquaman’s son is in Vigo, Spain. Martian Manhunter’s daughter is in St. Louis, Missouri. Green Arrow’s kid is in the middle of nowhere in Montana, Yellowstone, I think. Green Lantern’s son is in San Diego, California…”

“What about Green Lantern’s daughter?”

“She's not here.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

“She could be of planet, in a different dimension, or… dead… but that second option is unlikely.”

“And the others are?!”

“I don’t know!” You heard a shatter as you yelled back at her, your eyes went wide and you turned your head to see the globe that you were just using had shattered in midair, another one of the out bursts you have been having lately. You sighed and knelt down to pick up the shattered pieces of the globe. “Look, that is all I can do right now, we have to work with what we’ve got.”

“Fine… sorry…”

“We should split this up between the two of us, I’ll take Aquaman’s son, Martian Manhunter’s daughter, and Green Arrow’s son.” You spoke, setting the shards of the broken globe on the small table beside you. “You take Superman’s daughter, Wonder Woman’s son, Flash’s daughter, and Green Lantern’s son.”

“Noted.”

“Then there is the where we should meet-”

“Don’t worry about that, I have that covered.”

“Alright Batgirl-”

“It’s Songbird.”

“Sorry.”

You sat in your bedroom, or the bedroom in the house you were staying. Songbird went off to stay at her own hotel, so you were alone for the night. You had the balcony doors open as you tossed around random items with your magic, testing the waters to see what would happen, if anything would go wrong.

“You’re up late.” You jumped when you heard a voice from the balcony where you left the doors open. You looked up and your heart stilled as you saw the face of none other than your sister, Zatanna, no doubt she wanted to surprise you, and what better way to do that than take the door no one expected.

“Zatanna! God, you scared me!” You took a deep breath as you stood up from the ground, as your sister reached out to hug you, embracing you in her arms. She finally let you go, and you tilt your head in curiosity. “What are you doing here?”

“Do I need an excuse to visit my little brother?”

“In this circumstance you do since your brother travels, what’s up?”

“Look… I know you have been lying about going to school abroad, I know you are doing supernatural work.”

“Zatanna-”

“Look, the things you are getting into are dangerous, someone may try and take advantage of you.”

“I’m fine, really.”

“You say that, but you haven’t come home since dad…” She sighed as her words trailed off, her hands coming to hold your own two. “Look, there are some very bad people who would use you to get to me or even-”

“Doctor Fate? Zatanna, you seriously cannot be defending him after what he has done.”

“But-”

“Dad is gone!” You yelled, your eyes squeezing shut as your hands slipped away from Zatanna. There was a stunned silence in the room, but as you opened your eyes you looked around to see objects floating around the room, a burst of your own magic triggered by your emotions no doubt. You sighed and snapped your fingers, all the items falling back into place. “... you should go.”

“That magic you just showed-”

“Zatanna.”

“That is dangerous-”

“Please leave, now.” You glared at her, clenching your fists to get the tension out of your body. “I won’t ask again.”

“Fine, but you need to figure this out or else I am going to figure it out for you.”

“Ya, whatever.”

You had just arrived in Vigo, Spain from the train. You had sent your bags of books and other things with Songbird, so she can give them back to you when you meet back up again in the states. You had a suitcase of clothes with you and a backpack full of your more important books that may be useful to you. You had headphones in as you rolled your suitcase out of the train station, it was just a quick walk to your hotel where you would be staying so there was no need to call a taxi or an Uber. But as you were walking, your mind caught onto something unusual, like a shift in presence, and the screaming and shouting you were hearing only added to your suspicion.

Especially when there was a car hurling in the air, headed straight towards you.

You quickly reacted, reaching out your hand, and you could feel the power surging through your arm, and you watched as your magic managed to stop the car in midair. You set it down and luckily there appeared to be no one inside the vehicle. You set your bags down near one of the trash cans on the sidewalk before you ran off to investigate the situation where everyone was running from. You could spot two figures standing, or rather slightly hovering over the ground, in the middle of the street, you recognized them both, one as Wotan, a sorcerer who your father had come into conflict with before, and then there was the other… Doctor Fate.

“Niatnoc siht retsnom!” You snapped your fingers after speaking the incantation and you watched as chains constructed of red magic stemming from you, latched onto Waton’s wrists and ankles, dragging him to the ground. You merely stood by after that as you watched Doctor Fate incapacitate the sorcerer, restraining him as well when your magic dissipated. You turned to go grab your bags, where you left them, and as you tossed your backpack over your shoulder you could feel a set of eyes staring at you. You sighed and turned around, knowing Doctor Fate was just behind you.

“You are the son of Zatara.”

“I am his step son, but yes, your current host body did raise me as his own.” You replied to the Lord of Order’s statement, your hands shoving themselves into your jacket. “I was the one who assisted you just now, there is someplace I need to be-”

“The magic you hold is rooted in chaos, cease your involvement with the mystical arts at once!” His statement caught you off guard, your eyes going wide in shock, is that really where your power was rooted in, chaos? That did not make sense, you were self-taught, you has no other power than what you learned or the little that your father taught you. Maybe you were exposed to something in your work? Maybe you had been cursed.

“Your host body may be the one I call my father, but you hold no control over me.” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed the handle of the suitcase, turning away from the Justice League member as you continued on your way to your hotel and then you would-

“My… my son.” You stopped in your tracks as you heard a familiar voice, where Doctor Fate just was. You could barely make yourself turn around to look at who stood there, and your heart was in your throat when you didn’t see that gold armor, but a man holding the Helm of Fate.

“...dad.” you could only choke out that one word as you saw your father standing before you, it was the first time you saw your father in five years. You knew Doctor Fate released him once a year for an hour for Zatanna, but you could never could make yourself go with her, it hurt too much. You could feel him wrap his arms around you, his lips planting a kiss to the top of your head.

“You have grown so much…” You could hear him speak as he held you close, both of your hearts pounding in your chests. “You look exactly like your mother.”

“...thank you.” He let you pull away but when you looked in his eyes you could see the pain behind them. “Doctor Fate released you to tell me to stop using my powers, didn’t he?”

“He did, and he is right.” Your father took your hands in his own, just like Zatanna did only a few nights ago. At first his presence felt safe, but now as your mind was remembering the truth you felt the need to put distance between the two of you, literally and physically. “There is so much for you in the world besides the mystic arts, I did not want to teach beyond the basics to protect you from putting yourself in danger.”

“Dad…”

“Go home, be with your mother and sister, go to college, go-”

“I can’t… I made someone a promise that I have to keep now, other people are depending on me… and I need to figure out what is wrong with me.”

“There is nothing wrong with you-”

“Clearly there is.” You cut him off, you have never cut your father off, even when you were an angsty teenager. “I have to go… I’m sorry.”

“Wait!” You could hear your father call out to you as you snapped your fingers, one moment you were standing on the street and the next you are in one of the alleyways of the city. You could not help but collapse to your knees, tears pouring down your face, you did not know if you could do this anymore…

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tr1nd2de · 9 months ago

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Justice League & Captain Marvel

I was watching some fanfics about Captain Marvel with the league, and I thought what if the captain didn't lie to them?.

Usually this situation between the league and the captain is portrayed in a way where the captain lies to the league.

but what if it was the other way around, what if he decided to tell the truth or at least part of it.

In another end of the league meeting, and in another normal conversation about family and personal life.

Superman: Jon is doing well on the Titans, and is behaving himself after running away on a mission with Damien. Speaking of which, how is your son Bruce?

Batman: As always, not seeing the problem with this, he thinks he executed the mission very well, with some setbacks. But in the midst of all this trouble I'm happy that he's making friends.

Flash: My nephew Wally is doing very well at the science fair and is getting faster and faster, one day he will pass me, but what about you J'onn, how is your niece?

Martian Manhunter: She's doing well, her relationship with Conner is helping her adapt to Earth. But what about you, captain? Is there anything interesting happening in your life?.

Captain Marvel: Oh not really, my best friend has a family now so I'm just kind of lonely.

Green Arrow: Your best friend? You never told us you had a best friend. I mean, you never tell us anything about yourself.

Captain Marvel: I don't say anything about my life because there's nothing interesting to tell.

Green Arrow: Are you sure? Could you tell us where you live?

Captain Marvel: I don't have a house, I live on the streets actually.

wonder woman: on the streets!?, Where do you sleep then, I mean do you need to sleep?

Captain Marvel: I usually sleep in some abandoned building, when I'm not in a building I'm on the Rock. And no, I don't need to sleep, but I like to feel human.

Flash: Wait, do you at least have a job?

Captain Marvel: No, for a long time it was because I wasn't old enough for it, then it was because I had no education, then came the powers and wisdom of Solomon. Finally I could have a job since I know a lot of things now, but I don't wear a mask so it wouldn't work. But hey, the work of a hero and champion doesn't stop so I'm fine.

Aquaman: So you don't have a job or a home, Captain, do you have a family?

Captain Marvel: They died in an accident at work, my father, my mother and sister, they all died I'm only here because at the time my grades were bad and I got sick. I was left with my uncle who stole my parents' inheritance and threw me out onto the streets.

So I went from foster home to foster home, one worse than the other, then I ran away and lived on the streets for a long time, then I started the wizard and he gave me his powers... the end.

Captain Marvel: Anyway, I'm going to Fawcett now, my life story has been told and your curiosities have been satisfied. Have a good day.

Flash: Fuck...

#Shazam #Billy Batson #Justice League #DC #Captain Marvel DC #Aquaman #Green Arrow #Martian Manhunter #Flash DC #Superman #Wonder Woman

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hqbaby · 11 months ago

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twenty-four — kiss and tell

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 1.7k content. profanity, angsty flashback, naoya is a dumbass

What happened that night is all a blur to you now. You remember little between dragging Satoru out of his bedroom to join the others outside and making the worst mistake of your life, and even that you can’t say you remember for certain.

You know that the night had started well enough. You and Shoko spent most of your time dancing and occasionally crashing on the couch to engage in extremely pretentious conversations about the state of the world with the group of political science majors who had camped out there. Like most of Yuji’s parties, the night had involved copious amounts of alcohol and little critical thinking.

“I’m gonna go get some water,” you told Shoko through the blaring music. “You want anything?”

She pointed at her cup. “Get me another one?”

You chuckled. “Haven’t you had enough?”

“Nope!” she said, grinning at you. “Keep ‘em coming!”

“Your wish is my command.”

You stumbled past the group of boys who were having a competition for how many chips they could stuff in their mouth, past the girls who were contemplating getting matching tattoos, the couples who existed a world away from the one you were living in.

Your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar pair of blue eyes and a mop of white hair. You frowned, not finding him anywhere.

You went into the kitchen, skirted past the two boys who were trying to figure out what those giant Q-tip looking things that people fought with were called—pugil sticks, you later found out—and grabbed yourself a bottle of water and a drink for Shoko.

You remember wanting to find Satoru, wanting to see where your beloved boyfriend had disappeared to. That was why you walked down the corridor to the bathroom. That was why you happened upon Suguru’s bedroom, the door opened just a crack. That was why you heard what you heard, why things changed the way that they did.

“He was looking at rings.”

You knew better than to eavesdrop. Years of living in the same house as your parents, where there was a daily occurance of arguments behind closed doors, had taught you that there were some things you were better off not knowing. Some things that you couldn’t unhear after you heard them, things you shouldn’t have to hear at all.

But Suguru’s voice drew you in. His words even more.

You leaned in towards the door thinking, How bad can it be?

It was Yuta who spoke next. “Rings?” he said. “For her?”

“Yeah,” Satoru’s best friend spoke. “He’s getting serious about this. I think it might actually be real this time.”

Now, that made you press your ears against the door. They were talking about you and your boyfriend. They were talking about how serious your relationship had become.

If you were being honest, you were scared shitless by the whole thing. After high school, you hadn’t so much as looked at the boys who sauntered in your direction. You were aware of your tendencies—“a lack of self-preservation skills,” as Sukuna often called it—and you never thought that any relationship was worth the pain you could inflict on the other person, the pain they could inflict on you.

But Satoru had come into your life all bright and good. Perfect was the only way you could describe it. The kind of perfection that had you wanting to catch up, to be worth whatever pain you both could suffer if things turned sour. The kind of perfect that made you want to be perfect too.

Your heart was light at Suguru’s words. He was looking at rings. He believed in what the two of you had. It was real.

But then you heard a laugh. Naoya.

“Satoru doesn’t do ‘real,’” he said in that haughty tone of his. “He likes the spectacle. The show of it all.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” Yuta said. You could hear his frown through his words. “He loves her, I think we can all see that.”

“We all know he went for her because she was a challenge to him,” Naoya insisted. “It’s the perfect story: The untouchable girl falls for the college heartthrob. They get married and live happily ever after—it’s fucking disgusting.”

You heard Suguru laugh. “You’re just jealous because you have some weird crush on her.”

“I’m not jealous. I just recognize his patterns. They’re so fucking predictable.”

His patterns. Satoru’s patterns.

What patterns?

“Do you remember Hana from freshman year?” Naoya continued. “She was really pretty, really sweet. He was in love with her, wasn’t he?”

“Sure, but—”

“And Miyoko after he and Hana broke up? He was convinced he was gonna marry her too.”

“Okay, but—”

“Wasn’t he seeing Kana when he convinced himself he needed to have—”

“Fine!” Suguru groaned. “He has a pattern. He’s a fucking romantic. We get it, man.”

“I’m just telling the truth,” Naoya said. “The moment she stops living up to his standards, the moment the illusion breaks, he’s going to move on to the next perfect girl. It’s just what he does.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You’d known about Satoru’s past, the girlfriends he had that he swore to you were different. You were different, that was what he told you. You were the only one he’d ever wanted in that way.

You heard someone groan on the other side of the door.

“Is he awake?” Yuta asked.

There was a shuffle of fabric. The sheets on Suguru’s bed.

“Nope,” Suguru said. “Still pretty blacked out.”

You looked through the crack in the door. The three boys were on the floor beside the bed and passed out on the sheets was your boyfriend. Your perfect boyfriend.

You suddenly felt lightheaded. You felt confused. You felt sick.

Everyone’s gathered in the living room. Mahito is sprawled out on the couch, barely lifting his head as he speaks.

“I hate hide and seek,” he says. “Whose idea was it anyway?”

“I thought it was fun!” Utahime says, grinning.

“We had fun too,” Sukuna chimes in. He slings an arm around Kento—who does his best to shrug him off to no avail—and smiles at the man. “Didn’t we?”

Kento’s look of disdain is the only answer he gets.

Everyone else laughs and starts chatting about the game, filling up new cups of alcohol and settling around the fire. Until—

“Where’s tiger?” Sukuna asks eventually once he’s circled the room looking for you. “Mahito, did you find her?”

The other boy grunts on the couch. “I dunno.”

Maki grows pale, coming to the same conclusion that you’re not here. She glances over at Satoru who’s sitting on a chair with Kimi on his lap. His eyes are distant, staring into the fireplace. She looks around again. And she realizes.

“Where’s Naoya?” she asks.

The whole room grows quiet.

“Are they not here?” Nobara scans the room. “They’re not…”

Satoru looks around now too. He sees what everyone sees. There are only two people missing in this room: You and Naoya.

He grimaces. “Where the fuck are they?”

“Can I ask you something?”

Naoya had his body turned to you, the two of you still sitting in the cramped compartment. You don’t know how long you’ve been in here. It feels like hours have passed already.

“No,” you tell him, leaning against the wall behind you.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re such a pain.”

“Back at you.”

“No, but really,” he says, sitting tall as he folds his hands on his lap. “Why’d you do it?”

You frown. “Do what?”

“Kiss me,” he answers. He cracks a grin. “Not that I’m complaining or anything—”

“Holy shit, shut the fuck up.” You bury your face in your hands. “Don’t ask me that.”

In truth, you don’t actually remember the kiss. Just that it happened. Just that you’d done it, that you’d decided to ruin everything.

But what was there to ruin in the first place? The whole thing had already been crumbling beneath you without you knowing.

He prods your foot with his. “I just wanna know.”

“I don’t know,” you tell him. When he looks at you, unimpressed with your answer, you shrug. “I realized some things. Or I was confused about them at least. I needed to… do something.”

“So you kissed me,” he says. “Out of nowhere, you come up to me and kiss me because you needed to do something?”

You tilt your head. “Is that how it happened?”

Naoya narrows his eyes, shifting a little. “You don’t remember?”

“No,” you say, and you realize how lame that probably sounds. “I just know that I did it. I wasn’t really thinking. It wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“You don’t remember,” he repeats like he doesn’t believe you.

“Yes, Naoya, I don’t fucking remember,” you say, exasperated. “How many times are you gonna say that?”

He shakes his head. “What do you think happened?”

You furrow your brows at his tone. “What did happen?”

Naoya studies you for a moment, as if he’s trying to figure out if you’re just being mean to him. If you’re just pretending not to remember to psych him out. But he knows you better than that, you wouldn’t stoop that low.

“We were at the party,” he says slowly. “I was outside the house. Trying to get some air, you know, because Yuji had just thrown up on the carpet like a fucking idiot and I didn’t wanna clean it up.”

He pauses, gauging your response. You nod at him to continue.

“And you showed up,” he says. “And you sat down beside me and you were real quiet for a moment. And then you leaned over and kissed my cheek and said ‘thank you’ and—”

“Wait, what?” You gape at him. “I kissed your cheek?”

“Yeah, my cheek. And you said—”

“I kissed your cheek and thanked you?” you ask, louder. “That’s it?”

Naoya frowns. “Yeah, I fucking thought you knew that.”

“I didn’t know that!” you exclaim. “I kissed your cheek?” You slap his arm. “This whole time, when you said that we kissed—you mean that I kissed your fucking cheek?”

“Yeah!” he says. “You kissed my fucking cheek and thanked me! I thought you knew what I meant!”

You feel your eye twitch. You want to punch him or pull his hair or—

“I can’t fucking believe you!” you say, throwing your hands at him haphazardly, ultimately unable to decide how you were going to try and hurt him. “This whole fucking time that was the fucking kiss? Naoya, I’m gonna kill you!”

#hqbaby.miu #hqbaby #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo #gojo x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader

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I loved that one request where miles 42 had a daughter can you do another one of those?

DADDY’S HOME | earth!42 miles morales

the window situated in front of you seemed like a good place to jump out of, due to the ringing in your ears that was caused by your daughter’s loud cries. fat globs of tears were running down her brown cheeks, wails escaping from her throat, tiny fists balled up near her sides.

your husband had left for work hours ago, and you put her to sleep at that time so she wouldn’t be bothered by the fact that her dad was gone. aaliyah was a bit of a daddy’s girl, so when he wasn’t around, she would just cry and cry and you couldn’t ever seem to get her to stop.

today, she slept peacefully until she got hungry, and that was the jumpstart to her little tantrum. when she realized that miles was nowhere to be found, she sat in front of the front door for a literal hour, screams filling the air as she just repeated ‘daddy, where are you?’

“li li.” you called, scooping your baby up in your arms as you cooed at her, “shhh, love, daddy’s coming, i promise…”

after an hour of trying to shush your daughter, you hear the door unlock, and a sigh of relief fumbled off of your lips as miles walked through the doorframe, two bouquets of flowers in the embrace of his clutched palms as your two-year old ran to him.

miles fell to his knees and opened his arms, where aaliyah found herself engulfed in as she giggled, her crying ceasing, “daddy, daddy!”

“hola chiquita!” he told her, kissing her forehead as he picked her up, standing up to his full height and bouncing her on his hip, “whatchu been up to, lil one? hm?”

his index finger tucked underneath her chin, tickling the soft flesh as she laughed, hands reaching for the bouquets of flowers.

miles then came over to your seated position on the couch, leaning down to give you an affectionate kiss on your lips, “i ain’ forget about you, baby— missed you so bad.”

“aaliyah missed you more.” you sighed, “she wouldn’t stop crying. i tried everythin’ and she wouldn’t hush, i think she hates me.”

“don’t be bitter, mami. it’s okay to not be the favorite parent.” he laughed, handing you one of the bouquets full of beautiful flowers, brown paper wrapped around them as he gave you a forehead kiss, “brought these for you.”

you cooed at him, “miles! this is so cute…thank you!”

he then handed your baby the tiny bouquet of roses as she grabbed them enthusiastically with a smile on her lips.

“for both my girls.” he spoke, kissing aaliyah’s cheek as he sat down on the couch next to you, baby in his lap as his whispered against your warm skin,

“i love you.”

“and i love you more.” you spoke, eyes fluttering closed as you fell into a slumber, the snores of your baby and miles’ lulling you to sleep.

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 1 year ago

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All My Scars

The stories behind one of the scars each of the twst cast has SOME ARE WAY ANGSTIER THAN OTHERS OKAY please read the tw and the tags, and like the stuff in brackets under characters names that have them for a heads up...what Specifically their section covers

TW: SH, abuse, Bad Parents (specified in the reading), references to alcoholism, implied SA survivor, and some OOC stuff bc I like making Cater cry sorry PROCEED WITH CAUTION FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, apologies for inconsistencies

IF YOU DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. Here's my masterlist to some fluffier stuff if you still want to check out my writing. Thank you!

I'll be doing a fluffier version of this some other time, like dumbest childhood injuries they had or something, so if this ain't for you, please hold! --------------------------------------------------------------------

"How did you get your scar(s)?"

Heartslaybul

Riddle The question caught him off guard. He glanced down at his hand where your thumb ran over the small indentations on the skin between his thumb and pointer finger, a small smile kicking up the corner of his mouth.

"That was Che'nya. When we were kids." You looked at him, your silence prompting him to continue.

He smiled a little more, gently pulling his hand from yours to look at the scars left there, laughing softly, though a bit pained.

"I wasn't prepared to receive very much physical affection, but Che'nya couldn't really help himself. He said if hugs were off the table, he just wanted to nibble." He chuckles softly "Of course he didn't give me much of a warning, though Trey tried to stop him before he bit me. It was a shock at the time, but both of them explained it was an expression of affection...I confirmed it later on in an article on the behaviours of beastmen. Trey was used to getting bites from Che'nya, but usually with less pent up energy. Nonetheless, he helped me take care of it before I had to return home."

His brow furrowed a bit as he sighed.

"Of course, my mother noticed eventually, the divots on my hand. It was the first and only time I ever outright lied to her - lies of omission aside. I know she didn't believe me when I told her it was just me being clumsy with my pencil, but I suppose it was a tender mercy she didn't have time to deal with me that day." He looked at the divots a little longer, a particular softness in his expression.

"They're the only scars I have. I find it rather ironic that the only imperfection I carry in my mother's eyes...is the lasting impression that there is at least one person who cares for me more than she has ever been capable of."

His smile was sad, but he tried to keep things light as he looked at you. "That is not an invitation to try and bite me as well. I know full well you care for me...because you've helped the scars nobody can see, fade."

Trey

"Which ones?" He chuckles softly, pausing his kneading as he held out his arms for you to look over the various marks he had, before he pointed at one, taking matters into his own hand. "My youngest brother likes this one for some reason. He thinks the texture is different and kinda just rubs my arm when he's calming himself down."

He turned his arm so his elbow was pointing out a little bit so he could look at his forearm, pointing to a bigger scar. "This was a burn from bumping against the edge of the oven while trying to take out a tray of cookies in a rush."

He turned his arm yet again, showing off another one. "This one was from me trying to reheat baked potato leftovers. I put butter on it and threw it in the microwave, but I almost dropped the bowl when I took it out and had the bright idea to try and catch it. Splashed hot butter up my arm." He chuckled again, using his shoulder to bump up his glasses. "I have a few from Che'nya as well. Some from my siblings. Some from baking. But they make for good stories should I ever need something to share."

Cater (Heads up for the abusive parent HC's regarding using kids for media Clout) <- you can read by clicking the link

He looks startled, like he's just seen a ghost before trying to laugh it off.

"I uh...oooh sevens don't tell me you saw me eat dirt like two days ago while I was skateboarding! I swear normally I'm better than that, I just- I didn't scar, just a scrape and nothing more, swear! It's sweet you're concerned though."

You gave him a bit of a sad look, before sighing, looking away awkwardly, knowing there was no...delicate way to tell him what you wanted to.

"Look, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but the last time I was babysitting Cheka I...saw what he was watching on his tablet and um...well I unsubscribed him from the channel but there were some videos on there that-"

"Stop."

Cater was hugging himself, balled up as tightly as he could get on the opposite side of the couch, his hair shrouding his face somewhat. He was taking shallow, rapid breaths, and while you wanted nothing more than to reach out and comfort him, you didn't think he would respond well to touch at the moment.

"How much did you see?" His voice was as demanding as he could get it from inside of his little shell.

You cleared your throat a bit. "I didn't go digging into any of the videos, won't watch any if you don't want me to...it was just some of the thumbnails that...worried me that you...might have more than emotional scars to work through..."

You moved slowly to kneel on the floor next to Cater, offering your hand should he want to take it. "I'm sorry, there were better ways for me t-"

"You're right." He sobbed softly, looking out at you, nothing but pain on his face as he tried to hold in another sob, taking your hand in his, and moving it to gently run over his outer forearm.

"I c-cover them up um...a-all the time, it's second nature now but.." he takes a few moments to try and catch his breath.

"These ones were all from the same damned prank video...mom..covered the floor in dish soap in the kitchen...I was like...four, I still loved cookies, so when she said there were some, I came running in...slid and crashed into the oven...."

He sniffled and rubbed at his eyes with his free arm. "I remember watching the doctor pluck glass out from me and my mom was outside the room....just...yelling at my dad..."

He waved his hand over his forearm, letting the faded scars come to light beneath his concealer, trusting you to keep this a secret. His eyes still held unshed tears as he looked away from his arms, and from you.

"And the worst part? That video went viral. People thought it was funny. So of course mom went and did more and more prank videos, even if some people made it popular for the wrong reasons, there was still attention and validation there for her efforts, so it didn't matter. If I was crying, it was cute for me to...fuss, because I was- am the youngest, and nothing I felt really mattered. It was- I just-....I like being who I am now...most of the time...because nobody...nobody sees beyond what I want them to see...er...most people now I guess..." He gave you a bit of a bashful smile, clearly upset and conflicted still, before his face fell again and he gently tugged his hand from yours.

"Just give me a few minutes and everything will be okay again. Promise."

Deuce (with the HC he's deaf/HoH)

He kinda just sighed deeply at your question, shooting you a bit of an unimpressed look.

"I mean you could take a guess where I got most of'm and probably hit the nail on the head." He huffed, rubbing the back of his neck a bit, his eyes drifting to the side awkwardly as he wracked his brain for a scar story that wouldn't dredge up memories he'd rather forget.

"I mean the scar story my mom tells her coworkers about..." He cringes a tiny bit at the idea of relaying the story the same way his mother does, but sighed anyways.

"I was young, like really young, maybe two or three. It was before I was used to my hearing aids, so I didn't have them in at the time. She had just turned a little to greet one of our neighbours who had come out to say hello, only to hear ungodly squawking, followed by giggles...I didn't know the bird I'd managed to grab was giving me a heads up it didn't like being grabbed, besides it's struggling...long story short, it bit me pretty good." He blushed a bit and pointed to a relatively small scar on his cheek. "I don't even know what kind of bird it was. I just know what happened because it was something my mom talked about a lot."

Ace (TW for alcoholic father/abuse/manipulation)

"Mmh?" he sounded rather uninterested. It was a fair question, given the amount of time the two of you hung out, it wasn't like you wouldn't notice the jagged scar on his neck to his collarbone.

He shrugged, trying to play off how uncomfortable the memory was. "Just somethin' that happened when I was a kid."

Your unspoken questions bothered him more than he thought they would, rocking to sit up properly and look at you a little pissy.

"Look, I'm over it, so I'll tell you but I don't want a damn reaction or pity, okay? I was nine, my brother had just gotten his admission letter into NRC, and my dad was drunk off his ass. Threatened my brother with the cost of my life if he quit his job and stopped being his beer fund- not that it was much of a threat, it was a glass bottle or some shit he'd shattered and held to my neck. That was the night my brother made arrangements for me to live with his friends families so he could still come here without making me walk on eggshells around my dad. He still won't tell me if he kept paying the bastard's beer money or not, but my dad's in rehab now, and I don't ever gotta go back to him by myself again. I can just visit my brother now he's got his own place, even if he's got a roommate. So now you know." He got up from the couch, shaking out his hands a bit.

"Now, I'm gonna make some breakfast and I'm using your materials. Ain't no way I'm trekking back to Heartslaybul just for breakfast."

Savanaclaw

Leona

"Don't remember" He stretched on his bed, yawning. "Same shit I told Ruggie. It doesn't affect me now, so what's the point in remembering it? Can't hold on to every dusty memory."

"Aren't scars a symbol of nobility to those from Sunset Savannah?"

You could practically feel the discomfort rolling off of Leona in waves as he turned his back to you more.

"....yeah, they can be..." he sighed, feeling the weight of your next question mounting. "Just chalk it up to some stupid royal tradition that should have been abolished years ago. You don't have to believe it, but I'm done talking now."

Ruggie (Hyena Hierarchy shit ig?)

"Eh?" His ears flick playfully as he snickers. "They ain't a big deal. Growin' up some of the girls would play a little rough, 'nd now I mainly take care of the rugrats they like to chew and bite on anything they can get their little teeth into, not limited to ears and tail."

His ear flicks again and he holds his hands out. "And I mean, my hands ain't scarred but I don't have fingerprints cuz my grandma taught me how to do the hot food flip, you know what I mean." He snickers. "But y'know, just cuz they don't hurt anymore, doesn't mean I won't take a little extra cuddles or pets if you're gonna offer."

Jack

He scratched the back of his head a bit. "You noticed it??" He seemed a little awkward, and now that the fact had fully settled that the only scar he had was the small one on his upper lip, you could kind of understand why.

You nod a bit and he sighs, his hand dropping from behind his head and looking off to the side, a little bit embarrassed.

"It was a frog." He cringed a bit at his wording and at the eyes he felt from you, and he knew you were trying to hold back laughter.

"I- my bigger cousin was showing me a frog he caught and it jumped on my face. I didn't have full awareness of ah...my capabilities and...where my claws were in relation to my face... ended up hurting myself in the process of getting it off of me. I don't remember much else after that....just that I don't...love frogs..." He admitted a little shyly, tail tucked slightly, and clearly embarrassed.

Octavinelle

Azul

He looks at you rather unimpressed, then gestures to the tweels.

"They think I'm a chew toy. They would be the reason for any and ALL of my scars, as I've never been in any other danger where scarring would be an issue."

Jade

The question seems to hit him harder than you expected. Jade was normally hard to read, but his discomfort was apparent with your question. He gave you a practiced, but strained smile.

"The story behind my scars are not something I share willingly with anyone. I will be taking my leave." (but you can read the story here >:D)

Floyd (partial nudity?? but it's just Floyd showing off the scars he has all along his legs enthusiastically)

"Aha! I got a whole buncha scars shrimpy, which ones are ya curious 'bout?" He flopped down next to to you, and took his shirt off, showing off scars on his back.

"Oh didya see the ones on my legs durin' basketball practice?" He tried to pull up his school uniform pant leg, to no avail. He huffed and just slid his pants off, leaving him in his boxers as he showed off the scars all along his legs.

He beamed "It's a helluva lot harder t'see em when I'm in my mer form, blend right in with my scales, but my human body?? I look sick!! And there ain't too many humans who can boast 'bout havin' scars from a shark attack or a tussle with a barracuda! I got a whole buncha stories I could tellya if ya think you can stomach'em-" He snickers.

Scarabia

Kalim

"Ahah....I..I've got a scar?? Where?" For some reason he seemed a little panicked, looking over his arms anxiously. "No, no I shouldn't have any scars I um- I- just-"

His behaviour made you a little worried, so you moved to take his hands in yours, trying to steady him, but he pulled away from you, looking at you rather frantically.

"Just tell me where! I....I can- I'm alright, promise, but I don't have any scars!"

I'm realizing I have an obsession, here's another story

Jamil

"I mean I have a few minor scars on my hands from when I first started learning to cook." You watched his practiced movements as he chopped vegetables at a quick pace, sliding them off the cutting board as necessary to make more room for himself.

"Though I suppose with how intently you watch me work it's not a stretch to assume you noticed them." He gives you a bit of a knowing smirk, before pausing for a moment, and flexing his wrist to show a small scar on the back of his hand.

"That one was from taking care of Najma. She was just learning how to walk and wandered out of my fathers sight. My mother was taking care of something inside the palace, so as soon as I noticed she wasn't toddling around us, my father and I began searching for her. She ended up somehow getting herself wedged between....seven, I can't even remember. I remember putting both hands in, and pulling one one out with a cockroach on it, and the other struggling to pull Najma out until my dad was able to assist." He shook his head and sighed. "I cut myself on the wood around her, needed a couple stitches after....but she was all good, save for a mouthful of sand she had stuffed into her mouth." he chuckled softly.

"But if I have any other scars...you'll have to wait longer for those stories."

Pomefiore

Vil (SA Survivor vaguely implied)

"I do not know what you are referring to potato. I don't have so much as single blemish on my skin."

You met his eyes in the mirror, a silent questioning match ensuing between the two of you. You broke eye contact first, leaving him satisfied as he took a deep breath.

"There is nothing inherently wrong with scars. But the ones I have don't deserve any more thought, the person who inflicted them are no longer a part of my life, and never will be again. It's been over seven years, I know that there isn't a cell on me that has not been replaced by a new one."

He met your eyes back in the mirror. "Never bring this topic up again, unless you require assistance with your own scars."

Rook

"Hm? I've taken great care to cover them all up, mon trickster. Since coming to Pomefiore and being under Vil's supervision, most of my scars have faded to a point they are barely identifiable." He smiled softly at you.

"Though if you've noticed one or two, I assure you the story is lackluster." Despite his casual appearance, Rook seemed to be on..even higher alert than usual, as in you could actually pick up on the tension coming off of him. Despite this, your curiousity got the better of you.

"How can they be lackluster? Aren't most of them from archery or animals?"

Rook met your eyes with a rather cold expression, and regardless of stature, made it feel like he was looking down on you.

"No."

His glare lasted a beat longer, before he beamed, "Ah, it's best I get going. I bid you good day."

Epel (got top surgery over the summer)

"WHATCHYA MEAN HOW'D I GET MA SCARS?!" He has a wide grin on his face, hiking his shirt up.

"I AIN'T GOT NO TITS NO MORE!" He sets his shirt back down, a shit-eating smile on his face. "It was about damn time y'know! Lookit how flat ma ches- look at the scars!! Ain't they cool lookin?? Make me look MANLY an' strong, earlier Sebek done asked who I fought nd I just told'm it was my femin-feminini-.....it ain't funny now, but his face sure was!"

Ignihyde

Idia (TW for SH scars)

The ends of his hair went almost clear, and he looked rather deflated. "....cats. Stray cats. Used to pick them up without trying to bribe them first..." he mumbled, pulling at his sleeve a little more to try and cover them up, before trying to flash you a smile, though he was clearly uncomfortable and upset, so it only lasted a moment before he turned completely away from you.

The silence was heavy between the two of you, knowing the truth was more than the consequences of an angry cat.

He hugged himself more, still away from you.

"I don't do it anymore...Ortho is here now..to ah...remind me to do better...even if he doesn't know about it, his presence is enough."

Ortho

"Scar??" He tilted his head and giggled a little bit. "I don't really get those. When I get scratches Idia helps me buff them out. Why, do you see one?"

He ran a diagnostics test, trying to answer his own question, but came up empty, now trying to look over himself manually for any sort of disfiguration, only to look at you more confused and a little amused.

"What are you talking about?"

Diasomnia

Malleus

He had to hide a slight pout at your question. "Fae do not scar, not easily..."

He could see the way your eyes shifted between his face and his ear, before he sighed. "However...when I was much younger, I was prone to fits of anger, often scaring and sometimes harming the guards that were too slow to react around me." A tiny smile started to form as he thought about it more.

"Besides the initial pain when his weapon brushed past me, the guards face of terror was enough to make me giggle, despite the blood that dripped from the tiny incision." His hand came up to gently hold his ear between two of his fingers, rubbing over the small scar along the edge of it.

"I told him if he agreed to play with me I wouldn't tell my grandmother what he'd done. In a way, he was one of my first friends..but the news inevitably made it's way through the chain of command, and he was soon replaced by another heartless, soulless guard...they were all like that you know....so afraid of me, as a Draconia, to even extend the hand of friendship to a child."

Lilia

"Kheeheehee I've not got a single one, not anymore! I've had more than enough time for all the memories of my glory days fade like the scars that would have told the stories. Besides, having any visible scars would put a damper on my absolutely adorable face!" He batted his eyelashes, resting his cheeks on the 'v' shape his hands made.

Silver

"How did I get my scars?" He repeated, then looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't have many...ah." He pulled his pant leg up gently and revealed a somewhat...suspicious looking scar on his calf.

"When I was younger, Sebek's yelling wasn't always enough to wake me up. He got fed up and bit me. He was successful in waking me up, so I have a few other scars similar to that one from when we were kids, but when he was about ten he had to stop. It was too much and he had poor control over his bite force."

He touched the side of his face pensively. "Though I was outside a lot as a child too. I'm sure I've got more scars and marks than I've cared to count. But Fa- Lilia was always attentive during our sparing sessions, so I've never received a scar from a blade."

Sebek

He huffed, an annoyed sounding bellow leaving him as he crossed his arms and turned his face away from you.

"I have not had the opportunity to receive a scar but-"

"The opportunity?"

His face flushed a bit, and he looked a little grumpy, "SILENCE, do not interrupt me human. Of course you wouldn't understand! My grandfather has battle scars still, they're a symbol of his bravery and valiance in Briar Valley! If I should ever have the OPPORTUNITY to receive a scar by blade, I would like to have one that matches his."

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Che'nya

"Eh?? Well why'dya wanna knyow?" He chuckles, sitting crisscross against nothing, upside down in front of you.

"I was just curious- you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

He just giggles more, wiping one hand over half his face, evidently using magic to get rid of concealer on that side of his face.

"It's nyat a big deal, all I've got are acne scars and the result of me just pickin' at myah skin." He grinned, pouting playfully and making a peace sign. "'m still absolutely adorrrrrrrrrrrrable though, makeup just is more tolerable than putting lotion on and reminds me not to pick at it." He purred through his own compliment, before using his hand to use magic and put the concealer back on.

Jack Hearts-Trappola (same TW as Ace, only it's implied here, not outright)

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Don't ask Ace that question, kay? It'll put'm in a funk for the rest of the day even if he denies it." He moved to pour himself a glass off coffee, aware you were still waiting for an answer. He took a sip before looking back to you, and answering best he could.

"The scars I have were mostly caused by glass. Once I got into the entertainment industry, I took up soldering and welding so I've got a few pretty bad burns myself from slag or poor PPE, but I had fun doin' it. So no harm no foul." He grinned, the same wide, shit-eating grin that matched his younger brother's expression so closely, it was uncanny.

Falena

His laugh filled the room, boisterous and light. "Ah, you noticed them?" He had all sorts of scars along his arms, in sets of two or three, headed in the same direction.

"Thank you. Here, scars are a testament to one's nobility, strength and perseverance. I received many from Leona when we used to spar, he was always quick on his feet and caught me off guard many times." He chuckled again. "I was never the best at fighting, but it was an important skill to develop should I ever need to defend my son...and if my wife isn't around to exact her fury." His wife gave him a light, playful shove, making him laugh in response as well.

Najma

"Okay if I tell you, you can't tell Jamil or my parents okay?? Don't go snitching me out." She pulled you up to her room, and to her window, sliding it open to a palm tree just outside.

She pointed down at a ridge on the tree, and then pulled up the cuff of her pants and pointed to a scar from the middle of her calf up to her knee. "That fucking tree bit me when I was just trying to go meet up with some of my girls. Do you know how quiet I had to be so my mom and dad didn't catch on??"

Neige (HC he uses mobility aids (forearm crutches + wheelchair when necessary) when not in public eye)

He laughed softly, settling back into his wheelchair and pulling his leg up across the other one, pointing to a small scar over the front of his ankle.

"I got it when I was really young. I was trying to run away from someone who was chasing me, I don't remember if it was tag or not, but probably! I ended up getting a deeper cut than I thought I did when I tripped over one of those concrete barriers they use for cars. It was already falling apart, so the I guess it was moreso the mix inside the concrete that got me?? I don't remember. I do remember getting ice cream after though." He giggled. "I think I was on my way to a photoshoot. I'll have to see if Vil remembers."

Rollo (vague religious themes, SH, never ask me to write for this man again)

He had a band around his wrist, as if he had a bracelet that had turned into one massive scar. It wasn't entirely unreasonable for you to ask, and now that you knew of his brother, there was no reason to really keep it to himself now.

He sighed, holding his wrist out to you rather disdainfully.

"It's a reminder. Every time I look at it, I can imagine the pain my dear brother was in as fire and magic consumed him. I burnt myself for weeks in the same place so as to remind myself repeatedly what my failure has caused. It serves as a reminder what hell will feel like should I never repent of my sins, or fail in correcting the path so many have fallen to. Magic is no god of mine. I will not let it dictate when life is lost or gained. Not in my life. Not in anyone's if things were to go my way...but I'll show them the right way eventually."

His eyes slid over to you.

"You agree, don't you? You'll walk down the righteous path with me and preach the truth to everyone until they join us too."

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Free me from my mental prison dear god why do I do this to myself at the worst times of day/night.

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prettyboy-buck · 5 months ago

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Love Me Anyways

Evan Buckley x Male Reader

A/N heads up, this is going to be a short one. i just wanted to write something small to get me back into the mood of writing. also, if this is the first thing of mine, you're reading, I am shitty with editing. It's currently 5am and I have had zero sleep. I'm really not in the mood to heavily edit this. this would be a continuation of what i believe would have happened after he got into that argument with his parents where he yelled love me anyways at his mom. also... can we take a moment for oliver stark's acting in that scene? insane. one last small thing, i might post a second part to this where his partner would do something very sentimental for him, in hopes to make up for the fact that his parents never made him a baby box... let me know if you would want that:) if you have any requests, please let me know!!

Y/N was just sitting on the couch, watching tv whenever he heard the front door start to unlock. Buck has a key to his house. So, it wasn't unusual that he would come over at random hours. Y/N is laid back, only in grey sweatpants. He's watching an old episode of The Walking Dead whenever he sees Buck come through the front door. He immediately picks up on the fact that Buck is not okay. He can see tears flowing down his face; this causes him to quickly sit up.

"Buck? What's wrong?" He asks in a panicked tone. Y/N knew that tonight, Buck was going to have dinner with Chimney, Maddie, and his parents.

Buck just shakes his head. He tries to take a deep breath to calm down, but he can't. A sad whimper slips past his lips.

A concerned look breaks out on Y/N's face. He lays back and opens his arms. He says in a soft tone, "Come here."

Buck walks over and lies down in his arms. His body goes directly on top of Y/N's. His arms go around Y/N's waist and his head goes onto his chest. The second Buck is in his arms, he breaks down.

Y/N wraps his arms around Buck's shoulders and holds him tight. His nose nuzzles into Buck's hair. He softly rubs his back and scratches the back of his head.

"I got you. Let it out, you're safe." Y/N whispers to Buck to try and calm him down.

Buck is a wreck. He just cries and cries into Y/N's chest for a few minutes before he finally starts to calm down.

Y/N quietly asks, "Can we talk about it now?"

Buck sighs. He tightens his arms around Y/N's waist tight and nuzzles his head against Y/N's large bicep.

"Dinner was a wreck. I apparently had an older brother that died. It's such a long story that I still don't even know all of the details to. It was kept a secret from me up until now. Maddie even knew... My parents got onto the topic of jobs. They mentioned the fact that they hear I'm in the hospital a lot. I got upset and said you hear, you never come though. Mom always makes up this bullshit excuse that she, "isn't good with hospitals." She was saying she can never come because she can't deal with seeing her children in hospitals. They move from the topic of jobs and dad breaks out a gift he brought Maddie for Jee. It was a baby box filled with her baby stuff. I get excited thinking, oh hey I'm going to get my own one day. Big shocker, my parents did not save any of my baby stuff. I lost it on them after that. I went on about how they just gave up on both of us then told them the reason I'm in therapy is because of them; because I was just a kid that wanted them to just love me anyways."

Y/N stays quiet for a moment then just hugs Buck even tighter. He has a hand on the back of his head. He quietly says, "You know you didn't deserve any of that, right? You were just a little boy that wanted his mother and father to actually look at him and simply love him. That does not make you the bad person."

Buck tenses up hearing Y/N's words. He feels his eyes start to tear up. He hides his face further into Y/N's chest.

Y/N continues speaking in a soft tone, "You are such a strong man, and I am so god damn proud to call you the man that I love. I have watched you grow so much from the little dorky himbo I knew ten years ago, to the strong, caring, smart, loving man you are today. it has been such a privilege to witness that."

Buck feels his body start to tremble as sobs break throughout his chest. He holds onto Y/N tightly with every fiber in his being. He says in broken sobs, "Do you mean that?"

Y/N nods with zero hesitation. He says in a soft tone, "I will repeat it every single day until the day I die, if I have to Buck."

Y/N softly runs his fingers through his hair and rubs his back. He keeps reassuring him in a soft loving voice, "I got you. You're safe. Let it all out."

There are quiet, genuinely sad whimpers slipping past Buck's lips.

Y/N just keeps consoling him, rubbing his back and kissing his temple till he calms down some. He softly sighs and hugs him tight. He says in a quiet voice, "I wish I could take your pain away baby. I do. I love you to the moon and back."

Buck feels beyond drained, mentally and physically, after the dinner and just finally letting out his feelings from it all. He yawns quietly into Y/N's chest.

Y/N smiles softly, caressing the back of his head. "Get some rest, my love. I'll be right here whenever you wake up."

Buck just melts into Y/N's hold and softly sighs.

It doesn't take long before Buck's dozing off.

It's in this moment that Buck realizes, he doesn't need the acceptance and love of others. The love Y/N has for him is bigger than Mount Everest stacked on every other mountain in the entire world. The safety and love he gets from hearing Y/N's heartbeat within this very moment tells him everything he needs to know. He has the one person who truly loves him for him, underneath him.

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x male reader #evan buckley imagines #evan buck buckley imagines #911 imagines #bi buck

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for making a "Hate Club" for my sister? My sister (13) and I (16) have never been close. She is very loud and energetic whereas I am not. She always has been a bit of a jerk sometimes, but recently she has been unbearable to be around. She has been outright mean to our parents, calling them names, screaming at them, throwing things, and doing so every morning when she gets up for school, and every evening when she has to go to sleep. Because of her "screaming schedule", my already bad sleep schedule has been ruined, and I need multiple naps to make it through my day properly because she wakes us up so early. I talked about this to some of my friends who know her, and we decided to make a group chat called "(Sister's name) Hate Club" where we could vent about how she has affected us personally. Sometimes our vents would devolve into mean comments or theorizing about why she's like this, but we never said any of this to her in person, or to anyone outside of our group of 8. However, one night when my mom (63) and I were coming home from a play we had gone to see, she saw a notification for (Sister's name) Hate Club. I had my phone connected to the car's display to play music, so she saw the notification, clear as day. I lied to her at the time, and told her that it was a group chat for stuff in our scout troop, as I didn't feel like explaining what it was on the way home. I thought that she would be mad at me. After I told her, she didn't talk much for the rest of the night. The next day, she confronted me as I was leaving for a doctor's appointment. She said "I don't know if you can tell, but I'm pretty angry at you right now." When I asked her why, she told me the group chat. She started saying how I was a bully, and how I was acting just like my sister does when she's mad. She wouldn't let me get a word in, so I rolled my eyes and left in the middle of her sentence (which I understand was not a good move, but I was already running late and I was angry now too). When I was done at the doctor's appointment, I decided to text her that it was actually a vent group about my sister to try and explain why the group wasn't actually a hate group. When I got home and into my room, she confronted me and we had a big argument. She kept on saying how I was bullying my sister, and apparently she talked to 2 of my friend's moms, saying "If your child made a hate group about someone, would you be mad?". They both responded with some form of "I'd be livid". One of those people got in trouble with their mom and had to write an apology letter to mine once their mom found out what my mom was talking about. In the argument, I told her that "I need a space to vent" and she said "The venting is not the problem, the name is". When I told her "It's just a joke name, because I obviously don't legitimately hate her", she said I was still bullying her. After that I got very defensive and started swearing (not directly at her, but for word emphasis), and she started saying I was disrespecting her now too. At that point I said I would change the name, because I know she's a hard-head and would rather die than admit that she's wrong in any given situation. I've changed the group chat name twice, and now were acting like nothing ever happened. I've talked to my friends that were in the group, and they've said that I'm NTA, but I'm still not sure if they are right or just biased because I'm their friend and they were hearing everything from my perspective. So AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bqstqnbruin · 3 months ago

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Desire

Look, I know I dropped off the face of the Earth for like three weeks and even my computer was confused when I opened it for the first time in that long, but hey, here we are. This is a fic I actually started last February and never could find the inso to finish.

Anyway, this is for the absolutely lovely @laurenairay for her birthday bingo that my computer isn't letting me screenshot and edit because this thing is too old to do that. BUT I did get bingo by doing Matching Making, Fake Dating, Love Language, and "It's Always Been You." I know I'm posting this on the last day you asked for it but, hey, I got there (I'm not even sure if it's still the 24th where you are, I'm so sorry).

So, happy birthday Lauren! I hope you like this and I hope you have an amazing day love 💛💛💛💛

This is Nico Hischier x Fem!OC ft. Jack Hughes for the drama

Warnings: swearing, drinking, a bad poem that came from here

WC: 5841

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“How many times do you think we have to go through this before I actually find someone decent?”

“Statistically, you should have found someone by now.”

“How do you think that helps me?”

Liv came home from yet another disastrous Hinge date, her roommate, Milly, doing nothing to comfort her in the fact that finding love was hopeless when all the good people to date were either way too far away from where they lived, taken by other good people, or simply did not exist.

“You didn’t ask for me to help, you asked me how long you have to keep dating. I gave you an answer.”

Liv groaned, flopping down on the couch with her hands over her face. “I hate this.”

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Nico wants to hear it too, he’s on his way over.”

Liv had called Nico from the Uber ride back, just like she always did after a disastrous date, to tell him he needed to come and bring her and Milly wine and ice cream. The routine was unfortunately something that was turning into a once a week affair with every failed outing Liv had gone on.

Before Milly could say anything else, Nico was opening the door, letting himself in and kicking off his shoes. “You guys really need to start locking the door. One of Liv’s dates could come in and just kill you two.”

“Again, how do you think that helps?” Liv asks while Milly laughs. “I need better friends.”

Nico hands the girls their ice cream, the wine sitting on the coffee table near their feet. “You can’t find a boyfriend, what makes you think you’re going to find better friends?”

“I don’t have to stay here, I have keys and my own car. I can just leave.”

“If you really wanted to do that, you wouldn’t have called Nico and we all wouldn’t be sitting here. So what happened?”

Liv started to recount the date, which was a disaster from start to finish. First, her Uber was late, which meant she was going to be late. Then, her date, Spenser, who told her he had made a reservation at the restaurant, actually lied and didn’t make one, and they ended up having to wait an hour for the table anyway, even with her being late. Then, he ordered for her, and wouldn’t let her tell him that not only did she not want what he ordered, she was allergic to one of the main ingredients, so she had to flag the waiter down and tell him to make sure that she didn’t get sent to the hospital. Spenser spilled his drink all over the table, and then got mad when she wouldn’t give him her drink while he waited for a new one. “And, it somehow gets worse.”

Liv watched her roommate and her best friend try to hold back their laughter while they waited for her to finish. This one took the cake for the worst date she had ever been on, easily, and they knew it. Nico’s face was bright red, Milly clutching her sides while Liv just felt more of her heart breaking at the fact that she had another failed outing. She just wanted someone who would care for her the way she saw her brother care for his girlfriend, her sister care for her partner, all her cousins, aunts, uncles, her parents, love their person.

“There’s no way he did anything else after that,” Milly says.

“He pulled out a poem.”

Nico nearly chokes on the swig of wine he took. “What do you mean?”

Liv pulled out the piece of paper from her bag. Spenser insisted she keep it as a way to remember him and to make her want a second date. His words. “A poem.”

“Oh, my god,” Milly squeals, snatching the paper from Liv’s hands and showing it to Nico, bursting into laughter at the sight of what is probably the most ridiculous thing Liv has ever been given. “Did he fucking burn the edges of the paper?”

“Looks like it,” Liv groans.

“Our love is like a bowling ball, like a brand new Brunswick Red Zone. It rolls and rolls down the alley of desire, and rolls and rolls and rolls. I will keep you out of the gutters, my love, and put my fingers in your holes?” Nico yells at the end.

“No fucking way,” Milly says, continuing to read the horrible thing out loud. “Every kiss, a strike or at least a spare, our future a perfect game.”

“You know what makes this even worse?” Nico asks through fits of laughter.

“There’s no way it can be worse than, ‘our love is like a bowling ball, our scores will rise and rise. I shall never step beyond the foul line and I will rent your shoes,’” Milly wheezes.

“No, it is. I think he plagiarized it.”

Liv’s jaw drops. He couldn’t even be bad on his own? He had to look up and purposefully pick a bad poem and take credit for it? It didn’t even make sense. There was no mention of bowling at any point during their conversations before or during the date, and there definitely wouldn’t be any now that the date had happened.

Nico hands her his phone, the website pulled up with the poem on it, clear as day. “Why did you know this was a thing?”

Nico shrugs, “We get bored in the locker room after practice sometimes.”

“So all guys are fucking weird?” Milly asks.

Liv interrupts their back and forth with another groan, covering her hands with her face again as she leans back on the couch. “I’m going to be alone forever.”

“No, you’re not.”

“How am I so unlovable?”

“We love you.”

“You don’t count. Am I ugly? Is it that I’m not attractive?”

“I once saw someone say that your face is a combination of hundreds of people who have fallen in love throughout the years,” Milly offers, taking a sip of wine from Nico’s bottle.

“Then why have all of Liv’s exes look like horses?” Nico counters, Milly nearly spitting the wine back out at him.

“That’s uncalled for,” Liv groaned. “Is my personality bad?”

“You literally just keep giving shitty guys a chance, it’s nothing actually wrong with you.”

“I would say that’s a flaw, actually,” Nico points out, earning a smack in the shoulder from Liv.

“You’re two seconds away from being kicked out.”

“If I go, the wine goes.”

“Ok, how do we fix your bad dating life, what’s the plan?” Milly pulls the two of them out of their bickering match. She looks at Nico, his eyes locked on Liv despite her looking down at her phone. She smiles, knowing exactly what that look meant. He looked at her like that whenever he thought no one else was looking, especially not Liv. She had caught him looking at her like that every time they were together. “What if Nico takes you on a date so he can show you what you should look for in a good guy?”

Nico’s eyes bug out of his head as he snaps his head towards Milly. She looked at him with a sly smile, one to let him know that she knew what he didn’t want Liv to know. She’s known for a long time, at this point, pretty much since they met him, that he was practically in love with her roommate. He came over after every date Liv had, taking shots at the guys more than Milly did, going through the same conversation every time trying to convince Liv that she deserved more than the guys she was dating.

“What?” Nico chokes out, praying that Liv doesn’t notice the strangled tone in his voice.

“Yeah, ok,” Liv dismisses before Nico or Milly can keep going, Nico seeing her start to chew on the inside of her cheek. “Aren’t any of your friends single? Statistically speaking, can you have that large of a group of guys and have all of them be taken?”

“We should start a new drinking game where every time one of us uses the word, ‘statistically,’ we take a shot.”

“I work with numbers, what do you want from me? And we can’t afford that kind of hospital bill when we inevitably get alcohol poisoning,” Milly says. “But, yeah, there’s that one guy who always hits on Liv, right? James? John?”

“Jack doesn’t hit on her,” Nico says, glaring at Milly while Liv remained oblivious.

“Every time Jack sees Liv, everyone knows that he’s undressing her in his mind.”

“And he’s cute, too,” Liv points out, Nico getting jealous at the smile growing on her face. “Set me up with him. Please?”

“I don’t know,” Nico hesitates.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Milly asks, “They fall in love? Liv can finally stop going on horrible dates? You save money on gas and wine because the currently weekly occurrence of making fun of her bad outings wouldn’t happen as much?”

Nico stammers something unintelligible trying to figure out what to say, looking back and forth between Liv’s pleading face and Milly’s ‘gotcha’ expression. Jack and Liv? He lets out a sigh, “Do you really want me to ask him if he’s interested?”

“Do you think he would take me on a good date for once?”

He could lie. He knows that Jack likes Liv. He knows that Jack wouldn’t do anything to hurt her and wouldn’t purposely take her on a date that sucks, unless his own stupidity got in his way. He could tell her that he was talking to someone else that Nico didn’t know, that he was sure he had someone. But looking at Liv’s face, the more than fifty bad dates running through his mind, watching her recount everyone that ended in the same question of why she wasn’t good enough for a good guy when all he wanted to do was give her a date and a relationship he knew she deserved, he couldn’t tell her that.

“He would probably take you on the first good date you’ve had in a while.”

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Nico had promised Liv he would talk to Jack about going out with her after their practice the next day. Of course, that led to him having one of the worst practices of his life, his thoughts occupied with his friends going out and potentially falling in love just like Milly had said. An unfortunately vivid picture of the two of them going on a perfect first date played in his mind, followed by more and more dates, Jack eventually being the one she called when she needed or wanted someone to talk to who wasn’t Milly, then moving in together, Nico being at their wedding, standing there while he watched them build the life he wanted with her.

For fuck’s sake.

“Liv really wants to date me?” Jack nearly yells, acting like a kid who was just told they could buy any toy they wanted. “Me? Seriously?”

“What are you talking about?” Nico mumbles, already hating that he had to bring it up in the first place.

“I always thought she was into you.” Nico scoffs, knowing that there was nothing between them despite how badly he wanted something to happen. “You’re the one she calls when she needs something, you’re the one she bee-lines to when we’re out at a bar, you’re the one she texts before and after every game to wish you like, congratulate you, or comfort you if we lose. You’re telling me all of that means nothing?” Jack asks.

“We’re friends.”

“You want more than that.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” Nico snaps, walking out of the locker room, Jack at his heels. “Liv wants to go out on one date that doesn’t end in her needing to get drunk while ranting about it to me and Milly.”

“Why haven’t you asked her out yet?” Jack probes, following Nico to his car. “You want to go out with her, it’s obvious to everyone.”

“Apparently it’s not obvious to her,” Nico mumbles. “Look, it doesn’t matter. She asked me to ask you if you were interested. We all know you like her, too, and you’re the one she wants to go out with. What am I supposed to do?”

“So you admit you like her.”

“I’m going to run you over with this car.”

“You can’t do that, we can’t afford to be down two players.”

“Yeah, that’s the only issue that would come of me hitting you with my car.”

“Nico, just ask her out. I like her, so what? You love her.”

“She likes you.”

“She loves you.”

“As a friend.”

“As more. You want more.”

“We’ve been here before.”

“I recognize that tree,” Jack jokes, finally earning a smirk from Nico. “What if I talk you up on the date?”

“Because that wouldn’t be weird.”

“What if I take her on an awful date.”

“Do that to Liv and I’ll do more than run you over,” Nico threatens. “You will either take her on a good date, or you won’t take her out at all. I will not have her suffer through another bad date and watch her be crushed, again, except this time at the hands of the teammate she asked me to set her up with. Are we clear?”

“Aye, aye, captain,” Jack says with a smug look on his face, saluting Nico as he gets into his car.

“I need better friends,” Nico mumbles.

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The restaurant was dark and loud, something Liv wasn’t expecting and something she normally hated. It was hard to hear and hard to see, already increasing her anxiety that she was about to have another shitty date to add to the list of reasons and horrible reminiscences that she, Milly,and Nico would have later that night. The worst part is that this date involved someone who was close to Nico, someone he still had to see every single day.

Jack was already sitting at the table, waiting for Liv and looking nervous. For some reason, that calms her; most of the guys whom she had gone out with had this arrogance about them when she met them as if she should be happy they decided to give her the time of day.

He finally sees her coming toward her, getting out of his seat to hug her. He did really like her, but he couldn’t seriously date her when it was so obvious that Nico loved her more, could he?

“Have you been here before?” Liv asks him, sitting down and starting to go through the motions of the normal first date that she dreaded. Maybe that was part of her problem; she seemed to relive the same date over and over again no matter who was sitting on the other side of the table. The conversation almost always followed the same mundane script, the guy had an attitude that rubbed her the wrong way, the food she had placed in front of her either wasn’t something she enjoyed or didn’t fill her enough.

“Nico’s taken a few of us here before after a few times,” Jack explains, a sly smile on his face. He looked like he had a plan, one Liv couldn’t figure out.

“Nico did?” her ears perk up at the mention of her best friend.

Jack takes a sip of his water in front of him, nodding, a smirk on his face. “He’s always doing stuff like that, when he’s not with you.”

“What do you mean?”

Jack smirks, the look on his face giving Liv a slightly unsettled feeling. “You know that he’s going to do anything for the people he cares about. We said we wanted to try this restaurant, so he took us here so we could.” Liv nods along. “Just like he’d do anything for you.”

Liv felt a warm feeling rush through her. She could think of all the things Nico would do for her as soon as she asked him. He’s gone as far as Facetiming her during a game because he knew she wasn’t feeling good and Milly was away for a work trip. Not only that, but he was there at her door, ready to spend the night with her so he could take care of her. “He would. He does.”

Jack laughs. “Well yeah, because he’s into you.” Liv raises her eyebrow, raising her water glass to her lips. Nico is her best friend. Jack rolls his eyes, “Oh,come on, you know he’s in love with you.”

Liv starts choking on her water. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh please, it’s so obvious.”

“Then why would he set us up?”

“Because he knows I like you and that I’m the guy who wouldn’t hurt you.”

“So you’re saying,” she starts, putting the drink down, “That he likes me so much, he set me up with you because you like me.”

Jack shrugs. “It’s a crush. He gave me a chance.”

“But?”

“But you’re also in love with Nico.”

Liv laughs. “Please.”

Jack shakes his head. “You can’t see the look on your face when Nico’s name gets mentioned or when you’re thinking about him. If you don’t love him, then whoever you do love is in for a ride with you looking at them like that.”

Liv can feel the heat rushing to her face, their waitress thankfully interrupting them to ask for their orders, as if Liv had even had time to look at the menu in the first place, her mind still swimming with Jack’s words. She and Nico weren’t in love with each other. “Believe what you want,” she tries to pass off her obvious spike in anxiety from his words as anything else, hoping he doesn’t hear the shaking she feels in her voice.

“I believe it, Milly believes it,” Jack starts, ignoring Liv’s scowl. “The entire team believes it. I’m pretty sure our waitress believes it.”

“This is a really shity first date,” Liv mumbles, rolling her eyes at Jack’s laugh.

“I know for a fact that this is still the best first date you’ve had in a while.” Liv rolls her eyes again. “I have an idea for you.”

“Oh no.”

“Hear me out,” Jack begs, flashing a puppy dog face at her. She sighs and nods, already feeling the headache coming on. “How about you and I pretend that we’re actually dating?”

“What do you mean?”

“We tell Nico that we really hit it off. We pretend that the two of us are actually dating, and it pisses him the fuck off. He finally realizes and admits to you that he’s in love with you, and you two finally get together.”

Liv stares at him, her mouth hanging open. “You have never had an intelligent thought in your life, have you?”

“I had this one, didn’t I?”

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“Where the fuck are they?” Nico paces back and forth in front of Milly, repeatedly checking his phone to see if Liv had texted him.

He hears Milly sigh. He stops pacing, staring at his friend sitting on her couch, engrossed in something on her phone. “On the date you set them up on, probably.”

“This is your fault,” Nico accuses, sitting down next to her on the couch and putting his hands in his face.

“No.”

“No?”

“No,” she repeats, the same deadpan tone as before. “You are too stupid to ask her out, and because of that, you would rather have set her up with your teammate who likes her instead of do the thing you actually want to do because you’re scared.”

“What am I scared of?”

“Dating Liv and it not working out,” Milly shrugs, not looking up from her phone screen. “Duh.”

Nico glares at her. “Why am I even here?”

“Because you’re waiting for Liv and I’m the only one who would stop you from driving to the restaurant they’re at and ruining what’s probably the first good date she’s had in years.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“I think you would lose that bet if you made it.” Nico lets out an exasperated sigh, knowing that, unfortunately, Milly definitely had enough willpower and spite to stop him if she needed to. Hell, she could probably do it just if she wanted to. “Check her location if you’re so worried about her.

Nico pulls out his phone, pulling up the app to see Liv and Jack’s bubbles right next to his and Milly's, indicating that they were right outside on the sidewalk.

Nico ran to the window, the girl’s street facing apartment coming in handy for the drunken hilarity that happened more than once. This time it was handy for making him want to fling himself into a river (he could swim).

The color drained from his face, something so apparent that even Milly could tell just from his back that he needed to be pulled back in.

Nico had watched Jack pull Liv in for a kiss, seeing him squeeze her waist and the smile that grew on her face as the girl he wanted more than anything with someone else. Someone he set her up with. Someone he was close friends with, who he knew liked her, too.

“I’m a fucking a idiot,” Nico whines, plopping back on the couch with Milly, finally earning a sympathetic look from her.

“Want to go hide in my room so you don’t have to see her when she comes up?” Milly offers, knowing he won’t accept. Nico shakes his head. “You don’t mess with tradition, right?”

The two of them sit there in silence, Milly turning on the tv in front of them so Nico could have something to drown out his thoughts. They were interrupted by the sound of two familiar voices in the hallway outside the door.

Milly and Nico exchange looks. Liv never brought the guy upstairs.

Nico could run for it. He was fast. They were on the third floor, easily enough to climb down the fire escapes and the window ledges if he really needed to, right? He could take Milly’s offer up and hide in her room, hoping that Liv didn’t notice his car still parked on the street because she was too enamored with Jack, that the two of them wouldn’t check his location and see that he was still in the building, just feet away.

But he wanted her to notice. He wanted Liv to notice that he was around, just like he always knew when she entered the same room as him. He wanted her to notice that he was there just like he noticed how she scrunched her nose up when she truly found something funny, knowing that she couldn’t hold that kind of laughter in even if she tried. He wanted her to notice because it would tell him that even though she was on a date with Jack, she was still looking for him, just like he looked for her everywhere he went, even when he knew she wasn’t around him.

“Hey, guys,” Liv comes in, beaming in a way he never saw her before. He could feel his heart splintering at the sight of her hand entwined with Jack’s.

“So, I take it the date went well?” Milly asks as Jack and Liv sit across from them, Nico wanting to gouge his eyes out every time they inched closer together.

Jack looks at Liv and smiles. Nico hated this. “Yeah, we’re going out again on Thursday.”

“We’ve got that event that night,” Nico points out.”

“Yeah, Liv’s going to be my date.”

For fucks sake.

__________________________

The boys leave, Nico first, Jack after the two of them filled in Milly.

“This is an awful idea, you know that, right?” Liv says when Milly calms down from her laughter. She found it hilarious, much to Liv’s dismay.

“That’s why it’s so funny,” she says, wiping tears from her eyes. “You can’t act to save your life. You think you can convince Nico, the boy who can see through you and knows your every move, that you’re dating Jack and actually enjoying it?”

“Jack thinks I’m in love with Nico.”

“So he does have a brain.” Liv stares at Milly. “Babe, you and Nico are the only ones who don’t know that you’re in love with each other. You’ve loved him since the moment you first spoke to him, and we know damn well he’s been in love with you since the first moment he saw you.”

Liv shakes her head. “So what?”

“So you two need to stop fucking around and finally date each other. Jack’s plan is surprisingly smart.”

__________________________

Nico was in hell.

Jack suggested that since Nico was on the way to Liv’s place, he would pick up Nico and Liv, and the three of them carpool to the event together.

Now, he’s stuck in the back seat of Nico’s car, staring at the center console where Jack and Liv’s hands are, together, while they talk about something Nico couldn’t even be bothered to listen to.

“I can’t believe you brought me flowers,” Liv gushes, Nico feeling like he was going to vomit when Jack got out of the car, leaving Nico to trail behind up to the girls apartment. He hadn’t noticed the flowers, hadn’t noticed that they were sunflowers, Liv’s favorites. But he had noticed the way her face lit up when she saw Jack, and the way she brightened even more when he handed her the bouquet.

She was always at her happiest when someone gave her a meaningful gift. Even the worst dates she went on could be brightened when the guy gave her something that she mentioned she enjoyed. He still hated the one book she kept on her nightstand, a copy of her favorite book and movie signed by the author and the cast.

Now he had to spend the night with them, looking at Liv in a dress that somehow managed to hug every curve on her body in a way that made it look customized to her measurements, while she and Jack fawned over each other.

He should have had Milly come, too, as his date. At least that way she could give him comedic relief or talk him down from wanting to commit a felony (although, she might encourage it for some drama).

Nico hadn’t even noticed Jack had left the table to do god only knows what, until Liv sidled up to the seat next to him.

“Why are you being an ass?’

Nico grimaced. She was right, unfortunately. He had barely said more than three words to her. He couldn’t even work up the courage to tell her she looked nice, something Jack had been able to do multiple times in the hour they were together. “I don’t feel great.”

Liv squinted at him. “Why are you lying to me?”

Nico sighed, shaking his head, trying to seem convincing. “I’m not.”

“Whatever,” she said, getting up, probably off to find Jack.

He should get up to find her. He knew that.

He found Jack first, standing at the bar waiting for drinks, two already in front of him. “Liv’s not with you?”

Jack shakes his head. “She’s supposed to be with you,” he replies, a knowing smirk on his face that left Nico feeling uneasy.

Nico shakes his head, trying to scan the crowd for her. He didn’t know why he bothered, he could already tell she left the room. He made his way towards the door leading to the bathrooms, pushing through people who wanted to talk to him despite his lack of interest. He only wanted to find Liv.

“Took you long enough,” she says, Nico coming up to her in the hallway.

Her snark made him smile, trying to fight the one that threatened to grow on his face. “What’s going on with you?” Liv rolled her eyes, letting out a long sigh. She wouldn’t look at him. Suddenly, his mind went to the worst. “Did Jack do something?”

She gave him a look, immediately telling him he was wrong without having to verbalize it. “We both know he would never.”

“Olivia,” Nico says, using her full name to be sure to get her attention. “Jack is in there waiting for you.”

“I know that,” she snaps, clearly getting more agitated. Nico had no idea where this was coming from.

“Then why aren’t you spending your night with him? Why are we out here?”

“I don’t want to be here with him, you idiot.” Nico blinked, not sure if she was done. “Jack is great, but I don’t want to be with him. I don’t care that he’s in there acting like he and I are dating. I care that you don’t seem to care.”

Nico takes a second to process the words coming from her, Liv talking so fast he could barely keep up. “What do you mean, ‘acting?’”

Liv lets out a laugh, a flutter in Nico’s stomach in anticipation for what he hoped she was about to say. “Milly said I wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long.”

“Liv, keep what up? Fill me in, please,” he begs, taking a step closer to her.

She shakes her head, explaining the whole thing. “Jack and Milly think we’re in love with each other. Jack thought we should pretend to date to get you to finally ask me out.”

Again, he took a second to process. “What?”

“God dammit, Nico. I love you and everyone is telling me you love me,” she spits out, tears building up in her eyes. She thinks it’s not true. How could she think he isn’t so in love with her, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to look at someone the same way he looks at her? Liv keeps rambling, but the thoughts in his head were much louder than anything she could be saying right now. He should be listening, but he couldn’t believe that the girl in front of him, the one he knew everything about, the one he would do anything for, didn’t think he was in love with her.

“Liv,” he starts, trying to get her to stop. She doesn’t. “Liv.”

She stops after him saying her name four more times, only when he finally puts his hands on her arms. “You think I’m not just as in love with you as you are with me? God, if you’re in love with me even a fraction of the amount I’m in love with you, I would count myself lucky. I love everything about you, from how you chew on your bottom lip when you’re trying to concentrate, how you bite your left cheek when you want to say something but you’re trying to figure out if you should. I love how your eyes light up when you know someone is listening to you talk about something you’re passionate about, how you make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world just because I get to say I know you.”

Nico steps closer to her, leaning down to whisper in her ear as people walk by them, Nico wanting these words to be only for her. “I want to push you against this wall and I want you to push me back. I have wanted to punch every guy you have ever gone out with because they were getting to do everything and anything I could ever dream of doing with you.” He steps back when he hears her let out a shuddering breath against his neck, looking at her as she stood there with her eyes closed, a slight smile on her face.

“If you think I’m not in love with you, that I don’t want to be the one buying you sunflowers, making you your favorite food, being the person you can be in love with, too, then you don’t know me.”

“So,” she starts, chewing the inside of her cheek, making Nico smile. “Are we doing this?”

Nico’s smile grows wider. “God, I hope so,” he tells her, pulling her toward him and finally kissing her.

__________________________

“So, how was it?” Milly asks when Liv opens the door. “Where’s Nico?”

Liv practically throws herself on the couch next to Milly. “He said he was on his way up?”

“Are we really going to wait for him to come up before you tell me how your anniversary date went?”

“It’s tradition.”

Liv knew that Milly hated the tradition at this point, but it had been going on for years. She had to wait for Nico.

He comes in the door before Milly can say anything else. “Parking on your street is becoming the biggest pain in my ass,” he mutters, kissing his girlfriend on the head before handing off the unopened bottle of wine he bought just for Milly.

“I knew there was a reason we kept you around,” Milly says, popping open the bottle and drinking straight from it while Nico sits down across from them, ignoring his eye roll. “So, tell me about your big two year anniversary dinner that she couldn’t shut up about until now.”

“Wait, Jack is coming, too,” Nico says, his phone buzzing in his pocket with notifications that his teammate was on his way up to Milly’s apartment, too.

“What the fuck?” Milly asks, staring at Liv’s face, trying to read the surprisingly discrete look she was wearing for once.

“We have to wait for Jack, too. It’s only fair,” Liv insists, fidgeting with her hands behind her back.

Milly groans, downing more of the wine, launching into a rant about making her wait when she just wanted to be in bed with the bottle. Jack finally arrives, much too slow for Milly’s liking, which she wasn’t afraid to tell him.

“Ok, ok, can you calm down?” Jack says, dodging a pillow launched at his face. “I’m here.”

“Tell us about the date, please” Milly begs, clearly getting impatient.

“It was really good, “ Liv starts, the heat rushing to her face.

“Oh, come on, you have to give me more than that,” Milly complains. “At least tell me you fucked in the bathroom, or something.”

Nico rolls his eyes. “She can’t be your maid of honor, she’s going to say something like that in her speech,” he looks at Liv.

“She’s going to be my maid of honor unless she’s in jail and not allowed out or in the ground dead.”

“Wait, wait, maid of honor?” Milly asks, finally noticing Liv’s heads folded in her lap. “Holy shit!” she screams, launching herself at her best friend, tears starting to roll down her face when the realization hits her.

“It took you two long enough,” Jack says, staring at the ring on Liv’s left hand. “Since I got you together, does this mean I’m the best man?’

“Absolutely not.”

#nico hischier #nico hischier fic #new jersey devils #devils #new jersey devils fic #jack hughes #nhl #nhl fic #hockey #hockey fic #if there are typos I'M SO SORRY

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wonderhomeland · 7 months ago

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It's been a long time since I wrote anything and English is not my first language, but this idea has been in my head for a long time, so...

Warnings/tags : BAd English, fem!reader, obsessed!Simon Riley, possessive!Simon Riley, I have been waiting for years!Simon Riley, Age gap( more than 10 years-simon is older-Simon acts like age doesn't matter.), smat (Only Simon loses his mind thinking about his wife + the things he want to do with her.), Arranged marriage, fluff, A general explanation of the idea at the beginning of the post. Tell me if I forgot anything!

An AU where the government uses tests to choose a partner for you, based on DNA, blood type, etc., to find a good match for superior genes. And these tests continue until your early twenties (not like they're in a lab, it's in real life and the tests are taken at school, like exams) and finally by the age of 22 or 23, the person you should "marry" is determined for you.

And during this time, you shouldn't have a relationship with anyone, and you can't break this pre-arranged marriage in any way.

There are people who, for whatever reason, such as their weak genes, never get a partner chosen for them, and even if someone is suitable, they never send their files for two people to get to know each other.

They are not ridiculed or humiliated, They are just not accepted.

And here we have Simon Riley. A boy who is the victim of his parents' forced marriage. He has a bad situation at school and an even worse situation at home. Since childhood, he has always tried to distract himself from all his problems and try to hold on until he realizes what the future holds for him. Simon, who has never felt like he belongs anywhere or to anyone. Even blood relations have not made him to have a good relationship with his brother, now he understands that there is only one person for him and he is only for one person. In his eyes, she is an angel , not just an angel who is going to save him, but an angel who is going to be by his side forever. As he grow up this childish excitement turns into a obsession.

All the people who work on the projects always encourage him and say that he has very strong genes, a very strong and resilient body, he is patient and careful and has a very high leadership intelligence. They says that he is very cooperative in the tests and does his best.

But it never happens. No one in a fancy suit ring his doorbell to give him the good news. To give him the introduction to the person he's always been waiting for. He never hear "Congratulations, Mr. Riley."

Not even after years.

This was strange, he was always complimented, he was always told that he would find someone great, he always hoped that he could be with someone who would love him.

He visited the centers many times. He tried to follow up and even asked to do all the tests again. Surely he wasn't supposed to be alone, right? There must have been a mistake in the results. His file might have been lost.

They never answered him. He was told to wait, some people wait years to get the files.

He waited.

He was a patient man.

Even now, in the garrison corridors, with multiple scars on the body, and a mask on his face, as he was heading to his room after a hard mission, He was waiting.

He packed up his things to go back to his dark, empty apartment for six months. Six months. Half a year. It seems like a long time. But not long enough.

His teammates don't talk to him about it. like this big, strong man who's amazing at everything failed his tests. The big dog who destroys everything on the battlefield, isn't strong enough to beat the tests, the smart leader who always outsmarts the enemy, not smart enough to pass the tests. it was ok for them.

Not for the others though. For other It's a shame. It's a waste.

Unfortunately, he doesn't care about what others think, otherwise he wouldn't have made it this far.

When he gets home, he takes a quick shower and comes out, hungry but tired, so he puts on his pants and lies down on his bed. Just as his eyes are getting ready to fall asleep, the doorbell rings.

It used to be joyful, but now it's just annoying.

He grumbled, open the door.

Tight suits were never his thing, they made him look too big. Too scary for others. But not on this guy.

"Mr. Riley, right?"

He raised an eyebrow, "That's me."

"Well, congratulations! According to the research our team has done, after a long review of the files, we were able to find the best match for you!"

With a cheerful face and a smile from ear to ear, he looked at him and held out the file towards him.

But Simon's reaction was unlike anyone else. There was no joy on his face, no indifference to the news. It was anger. and it wasn't the anger that some people showed because of being caught up in this system, it wasn't the anger that came from stubbornness.

It was pure rage. It felt like he was about to tear out his throat.

He just wanted to deliver the news and at least get a smile in return. He would have been much happier if he had seen tears of joy. Usually he would have stopped so that the others could tell him how happy they were and how much they had been waiting for this moment.

But not now. He just wanted to run for his life.

Maybe he's not having a good day? Maybe he woke him up? Maybe he's a man who goes to bed very early and it's late at night?

"Um, I know it's a little late..."

"A little late?" His fist lost control. Simon could break everyone's jaws as much as he wanted at work, but not now, Not here, not his. he just brought the man closer to his face, "A little late?"

His voice trembled with anger. If no one saw this man, they would think he was scared from the way he sounded. "Do you know how fucking long you've kept me waiting for this?"

His face sank, whether from pain or confusion, it didn't matter. He released his jaw and stared at him with his sharp gaze. After a few seconds, he glanced at the files and the man unconsciously handed them to him. "Thank you." There was no sense of gratitude in his voice.

Without waiting for an answer, he turned and closed the door. He threw the files on the counter as he walked to his room. He couldn't believe it, and most of all, he didn't have the courage to face this. The last time he had followed up, five years ago, they had told him it was too late, that after all these years the files would be reorganized and the old ones would be moved, he wondered, did they throw away the old information? When he asked, they looked at him like he was stupid. "I don't know if they'll get rid of it completely, but it's no longer used."

Even after that, he waited, but he lost hope. He knew it would never come. He convinced himself it would never come.

Simon Riley couldn't sleep that night, and he couldn't sleep the nights after that. Even looking through the files didn't help him sleep. When he finally got to them, after much struggling, he came across a photo of the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. He let out a breath he had been holding and stared at the image. After a few minutes, he looked down at her information. Name... her last name... age... age?

OH, she was so young. Much younger than him. Much, much younger for him.

A beautiful young woman, with a bright future and a great position, and here's an old dog like him. he's not an old dog, he's old for her, very old. he's just a dog, you know, a dog that can tear everything to pieces. In the battlefield, not in normal life. In the battlefield, he's a good leader. he is a good dog.

he can be a good dog for her.

he pushes away anyone who comes near her, protects her when she's scared, in return he gets lots of kisses and hugs, lots of attention and sweet words, he wags his tail, shows his belly to her to rub it. damn it, she can rub anything she wants, touch anything she wants .Anywhere he hasn't let anyone even see.

Anything she wants.

Yeah, he's panting like a dog when he sees her picture, it's clear that he'll let her do whatever she wants with him.

The more he looks at her beautiful face, the more his guilt about her being younger than him fades.

Just because they have more than a ten-year age gap doesn't mean he can't be a good man for her.

He wants to be a good man for her. He promises to take a bath with her after a hard day, massage her whole body to relieve her Tension, and when When he dried her, he'll gently place her on the edge of the bed and massage her beautiful legs. If she lets him, he'll kiss them.

from top to bottom, from bottom to top. He will LICK her clean.

She can crush his face, under her feet... or between her thighs. She'll press them so hard that he feels like his skull is breaking, she'll sit on his face so long that he can't breathe, so long that his chest hurts.

She's not going to cry because of some people are asshole's at work, he's giving her something to cry about. From joy, happiness, and a good feeling.

He wants to wake up with her in the morning, the first thing he sees is her beautiful face. He wants to wake up a few hours earlier so he can stare at her in her sleep.

He wants to wake her up with his kisses.

He wants to wake up with her kisses.

He wants to kiss her everywhere, he wants to do a lot of things for her and she kisses him in return, he wants to do nothing and she kisses him, he wants to kiss her for no reason, kiss her because he loves her.

he wants to cook for her. His cooking is terrible but he tries his best, he makes her heart-shaped cupcakes, even if she doesn't like it because of the taste, she still smiles at him and says sweet things . She can Teach him how to cook, so she doesn't have to do that anymore. Just sit there and look pretty for him. What if she can't cook? It's okay, we'll learn together. What if she hates cooking? I said it's okay, just sit and watch how your husband cooks for you.

Husband, please call him husband, it sounds so sweet when it comes out of her mouth. He wants to be called husband everywhere. Especially when she goes out. Everyone should know that a beautiful angel like her has a wild dog like him. You shouldn't go near her, he's only friendly with his owner. He even gives her a collar, you can take him wherever you want.

And instead, he wants to call you his wife. Everyone needs to know that he belongs to someone. Someone is waiting for this scary beast at home, not just anyone, an angel, a real angel.

He wants to say that my wife won't let me, my wife doesn't like it, my wife said no, my wife is waiting for me at home, my wife bought it for me, my wife chose iy, my wife loves it very much, my wife must agree. Everyone knows him by your name. You own him.

At the end of the day,That man is hers. At the end of the night That woman is his. He wants to go to sleep with her, wrap his arms around her and bury her head in his chest. Maybe she let him sleep between her beautiful tits. Does that mean she'll let him kiss them? Oh, he's hopeful, so hopeful.

He lowers his kisses, kisses her belly and goes lower and lower. FUCK, does she wear nice panties for him? The ones with the bras? If he didn't, it wouldn't be a problem, everything on her body is beautiful. Does she let him take them off? He asks permission for everything, I told you, he was a good dog. Did I say he licks her? Oh, he licks her, like it's the last ice cream on earth on the hottest day of the year. He moans, he knows she likes it, her pussy gets wetter when she hears his pleasure, her grip on his hair tightens...

When she comes, he rests his head on her thighs, looks at her as her breathing becomes stable, waits for her to look at him, pats his head and tells him well done. Damn it, she won't regret it, he promises.

He always asks her how she wants it this time. "Whatever you like, angel." Is she tired of the same place? Does she need a little variety? Baby, he, bends her over every surface.

He'll go on for several rounds, but he'll get tired, old dog, remember? If she still feel like it, how about she put her beautiful thighs on him and ride him? Oh, I'm sure he'll enjoy the jiggling of her tits.

tired? It's okay, Princess, he presses his feet into the mattress and do all the work.

After they're both satisfied. If she feels like it, theu can go Take a bath together, right? If she's really tired, she can sleep and he'll clean her up without disturbing her sleep, and then join her in bed.

He is very happy, he waited so long to see her and put the ring on her finger. He will have a big wedding party for her, with lots of guests. But he has to wait, he doesn't know what she likes yet, he shouldn't rush.

There is time, there is a lot of time. It took a long time, but it was worth it.

His little angel will soon be by his side.

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I genuinely think This Simon Riley taking his angel like an animal for the first time.🤭

Simon, who is completely defenseless against his wife, I love him.

As I said, English is not my first language. And in my language the pronouns (he, she, it and... all of them ) are the same, so forgive me if I made a mistake.🫠

I know bad writing takes away the joy of reading, but please forgive me.🥲🙏🏼

If anyone writes something with this idea, please tag me! I would love to read this idea written by someone whose English is better than me!😔

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golden child part 3!!!<3

Golden Child | part 3

Summary: As your relationship with Pedro progresses, the relationship you have with your brother is in a limbo.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: Hello, this was fun to write. Even tho it took me a lot more than I was expecting. Buuuut, I do hope you like this 😋💛

Also, special mention to @gadriezmannsgirl girly luv yu 💛

Part one | Part Two

"Tell me, where do you think all of this started?"

"The exact time?"

"No, but since you remember."

"I think I was six. Not sure, but I remembered that the first time I felt some kind of envy was when we got our grades back. She was the best of the three."

He paused for a moment. He was trying to remember, remember the way he felt.

"I tried my best, but that wasn't enough. No matter how much I studied, it did not matter. My mom asked my sister to help me with math one time, and I felt so stupid. I was the star on the field, but at home, I felt like I didn't matter."

"Do you think your parents focused more on your sister than on you?"

"No. Mom and dad dedicated all the time they had on the same level. They did what they thought was best. They worked so hard for us."

"And your other sister?"

"Aurora to me was a safe place." He smiles, thinking about her. "She was the shoulder to cry, the arms to go to after a good or bad day. She was home."

"I want to ask, do you feel you were outshine in your family? Not by mom or dad, by maybe the rest?"

"Well, I don't know if outshine is the term I'll go for. I think sometimes we were put against each other."

"In what way?"

"If I score at a game and got the team to win, my family was there to remind us that she was the best grade of all the cousins, siblings. But if she won a trophy for a science fair or something. They were there to congratulate me for the medal I got. Ignoring her."

"And how that made you feel?"

"Like I needed to win everything. Be better than her." He confesses, saying that outloud for the first time. "I wanted to feel like I was making them proud."

"You mentioned someone here, a friend from childhood. You blame her for making him leave. Why?"

"Arturo, he was my best friend. One night, he told me that he never wanted to see me or her again. He wanted nothing to do with us. And the commo denominator there was her."

"What happened after that?"

"I treated her like crap." He sighs, covering his face. "I used to be so mean, such and asshole."

"Elaborate on what you did to her."

"Bueno que también era un niño y no supe manejar mis emociones." (I was a kid who didn't control his emotions) he shrugs. "I used to pull her hair, I used to pinch her, I used to hurt her not only physically but emotionally. And I regret that."

"Why do you regret it?"

"Because I thought that hurting her was going to make me feel better. That's why I isolate myself from her. Because even though I felt good when I was a kid. It didn't as I grew up. And I was too dumb to recognize that."

"You told me that your sister Aurora tried to remedy things."

"She did. She used to play mediator with us, and at the time, I was fifteen. And I used to think that it was fun making her whine and cry. I thought it was a play from her. But I was only hurting our relationship more and more."

"And Aurora never told you anything in private?"

"She tried. But I cut her off leaving the room or not hearing her."

"Talk to me about the last fight."

"I got injured, right. So I needed to be taken care of, mom couldn't. Dad couldn't. Aurora couldn't. So, mom called her, and she helped me. But I-"

He takes a moment to continue. Lying was one thing, thing he thought was okay. Now that he admits he fucked up, it was a hard pill to swallow.

"I told my friends that she was my cousin. And while helping me, she and my friend Pedro got close during this time, Pedro told her about the lies I said. And she didn't say anything. Not to him, not to me. When he found out about it, he confronted me about it. And told me friends didn't lie to each other."

"Take your time. Breathe."

"I felt like the night Arturo left because of my sister. I went home, yelled at her, and well, hurt her."

"How do you feel now?"

"Como un hijo de puta, I feel so fucking bad, because my parents think it's on them, because Aurora can't even be around me, because Pedro and I don't even talk and because I think she will never speak to me in her life." (like an asshole)

"Okay, let's take a breath before continuing."

- three months later

"Pablo, are you joining us?" Javi asks him, entering the room without knocking. "Get up, let's go."

"No."

"Get your lazy ass up."

Javi grabs the pillow Pablo is using, hitting him with it.

"Con una mierda, Javi."

"Oh, don't get fussy, let's go. We're waiting for you."

"We? It's more like you 'cause Aurora is definitely not."

"If you're not down in five, I'll come back with ice cold water."

Pablo and Aurora haven't talked in months. She will do anything in her power not to talk with him. Asking his parents or boyfriend to deliver the message. Texting instead of talking. Everything.

You told her that was totally unnecessary, but she wanted to keep a silent vow. And she was doing such a splendid job in her brothers opinion.

"Hola."

Pablo noticed the way his sister quieted down once he joined. He hates it.

"Finally, we were about to leave." Javi says, excited to get the two siblings together. "Eat something, we're living in ten."

Aurora and Javi planned this hiking trip two weeks ago, but Javi wanted Pablo to join them, wanting to be the one to get these two on talking mode again.

When they left, Aurora was in charge of the music, always playing something she could sing, so she didn't give any opportunity for Pablo to engage.

The hiking was great. They were climbing this place that was open for hikers. The view was beautiful and the air was fresh.

"I want a picture of this view. It's amazing."

"So beautiful."

"Take a picture of me, please."

Aurora hands her phone to her boyfriend, but he has other plans. "Hey, I think I drop something. Pablo, take the picture, and I'll go search."

Before they could say anything, he ran a little away from them.

"Okay. Let me take that picture."

"No."

"Rora, por favor. It's just a picture."

She stares at him for a few seconds, handing the device into his hands. Pablo can't help but smile a little, taking the pictures.

"I been going to therapy." Pablo confess, he's proud of the progress he has made. "I've been constant and it's been so much help."

His parents agreed on not telling anyone, letting him choose who to tell. Aurora noticed some changes, mostly his attitude in the field. He was calm and not as aggressive as before.

"I'm sorry," he sighs. "What I did was wrong, the way I reacted. I hurt you, and I regret it."

"You not only hurt me."

"And I'm sorry for that too. But right now, I need to apologize to you."

Aurora stays quiet, a little too long for him to become nervous.

"You know I love you, cabezon." She hugs him. "And I know you're trying to be a better person. You're my baby, and I want the best for you and the best right now is what you're doing."

Javi is smiling from afar, seeing that his plan was successful.

- four months later

"Mami, please. I think I'm ready and I really need to do this."

"Pablito, sorry but no."

"Papá, please help me."

"Sorry, mijo, I'm with mom. We think it is too soon for you to do this."

He buffs, angry at the fact that his parents don't think he's ready to talk with you.

"Fine, I don't care."

But he cares, he wants to apologize, he wants to fix all the things he broke. The therapist told him that if he made a big progress, he had been working on himself.

His whole demeanor changed, and fans have noticed that. He was not that little bomb ready to go off with the minimum touch.

He still has that force and energy on the pitch. Just this time, he's controlling his reactions, choosing his battles.

The whole day, he spent it on his room. He was taking the weekend in Sevilla. He felt needy of love from his family. Needing some homemade food, some quality time with his father.

"Hey, cabezon. Dinner is ready."

"I'm not hungry."

"Pablo, what's going on?"

"I want to talk with Y/n, I feel ready to apologize. But mom and dad don't think the same."

"Ay pablito," Aurora patt his arm. "I know you feel ready, I really do. But in my opinion, you need a little bit more time."

"Just give me her number, please."

"Cabezon, we're not doing this. Let's go eat."

"I don't like you guys." He says, getting inside the bathroom.

- five months later

"Gavi, Pedri, Fermin." Xavi calls. "You're against Araujo, Ale and Robert."

"Pedri, do you wanna be on the center?" Fermin asks. "Let's do this, I'll go for Ronald, Pablo can attack Ale and you Robert, vale?"

Pedri and Gavi nod, positioning themselves next to each other. Since the last time they talked, Pedro was distant. If they had to talk, they did, but most of the time, Pedro would be next to Ferran.

The game was fun. The whole team had a good time. But in Pablo's mind, he needed to talk to Pedro, get on good terms with him.

He waited till the end of training, not wanting to ruin the mood. "Pedri"

"Mhm?"

"Can we talk? Please."

Pedro thinks about it for a while. He's not sure if it was the time or place. "Sure, let's just get a shower and then talk."

Pablo agrees, wanting to wait till the others are gone so they can talk alone with no one to bother them.

"Ferran, te veo en casa de Hector. Bye." (I'll meet you at Hector's)

"Okay, platanito. See ya. Bye Gavi."

Pablo waves him goodbye. He's anxious about the talk.

"So." Pedro says, taking the lead. "How are you?"

"Good, it's been good. Can't complain."

"That's great. I notice you're improving with the penalties."

"Yeah, getting better." He smiles. "How is your leg? How are you feeling?"

"So much better, thanks for the recommendation with the doctor. She's a life saver."

"The physio is the best, she knows how to create the best routines."

"And how is your family?"

"They're good, mom and dad are going on a little vacation, and Aurora is staying with me for a few days."

"Qué envidia, yo también quiero unas vacaciones." (What an envy, I want some vacations too) he laughs.

"How is she?" Pablo drops the bomb.

"She's fine."

They both stayed quiet, and the awkward moment grows by the minute.

"I need to ask you a favor."

"Pablo, I don't like where this is going "

"I need to talk to her. Por favor." He begged. "I really need this."

"No, hermano. I can't help you."

"Listen, I really need to speak with my sister."

"With who?" He asks, laughing, the bitterness of his tone is clear. "I thought that for you she wasn't your sister." Pedro, use the words Pablo told you.

You told him what happened after he insisted. You wanted to keep him away from the drama, but he wanted a new start with no lies.

He left Pablo alone in the dressing room. Angry but quiet. He can't deny the surprise he has at his friend being so calm.

- six months later

"I have something for you"

"Another gift?" You ask laughing. "Pedro, you really have to stop with the gifts."

"Never." He leans over to kiss you. "Te quiero." (I love you)

"Te quiero mucho más." (I love you so much more) You return the kiss, grabbing his cheeks to get him even closer. "What is that?"

He hands you the bag. The big white bow makes it look more fancy than it should.

"No, you didn't."

"I hope this covers my debt."

The dress he, in his own words, ruined with his drink at the party, that party where you shared your first kiss and the same night when he made you his own.

"Oh, Pedro!" You throw yourself at him. He receives you with open arms. "You're such a lover boy." Kissing his cheeks, making him laugh.

"I thought I was your golden boy."

"That too."

"C'mon, we don't want the lasagna to burn," He carries you bridal style back to the kitchen. "Again." He whispers the last part, mouth against your cheek, making you laugh.

"Okay, put me down." You kick your legs in the air. "Hey, tomorrow Aurora and I are going to go shopping. And I know your mom's birthday is coming, so tell me some ideas of what can I get her."

"I think she would want you to have dinner with her instead of a gift, mom is more family like, so yeah."

"Pepi." You sigh, "y si cago las cosas con tu madre?" (what if I fuck things up with your mom?)

"Deja de pensar eso. Mis padres te adoran, incluso les caes mejor que Fer." He laughs. (Stop thinking that. My parents love you. They even like you more than Fer.)

"That's good news then." You laugh with him. "Can I have her number then? So I can arrange something with her."

He nods, handing you his phone. The picture he has as a lockscreen is the two of you in a picnic he planned where he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Some fans noticed the new lockscreen and began creating some theories about who you were. You both were very careful with the fans and the pictures. You didn't want to be public, and he respected that. He was also being a very private person.

The two of you had dinner between laughs and funny stories that Pedro shared with you. You loved how he always plans nights with you even with the little time he has.

🔅🔅🔅

"Javi and I are staying at this amazing airbnb. I need some away time."

"But again, if I mention that I sleep over at Pedro's, you got all crazy."

"I'm not engaging in this talk." She says, walking away to another section of the store.

You both were shopping for her getaway trip, and you loved spending time with her. "Look at this." You grab a one piece that matches her style.

"When are you going back home?"

"Mmm, maybe during this break, I miss everyone. And my room."

You keep looking for something you can get, not liking much of the store.

"I want to ask you, mom, and I are planning this dinner for dad's birthday." She says slowly. "And mom wants to do it at Pablo's. If we decide to make the party there, would you come?"

"I don't know." You mumble. "If it's for him, I would go. You know I don't have a problem with Pablo."

"But?"

"But I don't want to he a burden or create drama."

"You don't create drama Y/n, he does. He always does."

"Always is a little dramatic. He's dumb but not that dumb." You roll your eyes at her.

"A veces creo que eres demasiado buena para todo lo que te ha pasado." (Sometimes I think you're too kind for everything you been through)

"Am I supposed to let this be my villain story?"

"No." She laughs. "Well, to me, that would have been the beginning."

You finish shopping some outfits she put together. Moving yourselves to the food area.

"How are you and Pedro doing?"

"We're good." You blush at the thought of him. "I can't deny you that I'm falling in love with him."

Aurora screams, making some people turn to her. "Rora, stop." You cover your face.

"I can't help it, I've been waiting for this moment since we were kids, and we talked about getting married at the same time in a candy castle."

"A veces te pasas un poco, Rora." (You're a little too much sometimes)

🔅🔅🔅

"Can you turn the AC off? Or pass me your shirt?" You say, getting you head up off the pillow. "Please, it's cold."

"I like you more without it." He walks back to the room with a wet cloth in his hands. He cleaned you slowly, kissing your knees. When he's done he throw the cloth somewhere around his room. He gets back in bed with you. "I love you."

"I love you too." You kiss his cheek, caressing the other one with your tumb. "But turn the AC off."

"Luego me pediras volver a encenderlo" (you will ask me to turn it back on)

He turns on a movie, arms never leaving you. His way of aftercare is touch. He likes being close to you, hands up and down your back, lips on your forehead, hearts in syntony.

This time was no different, one hand on your head, massaging your scalp. Loving the little sounds of satisfaction you make.

His other hand is on you back, drawing little nothings into you. Loving the heat of your body in the cold room.

You kiss his jawline, the raspy feeling on your lips is intoxicating, something you love feeling every time you kiss his cheeks or his jawline.

The movie was playing in the back, you humm the song that's playing in the soundtrack. Lips glued to his skin and hands on his chest, his heartbeat can be felt.

"Let's go to Tenerife this weekend." He breaks the silence between you. "El Mister nos dio cinco días luego de haber ganado. Así que podemos ir por tres o cuatro días si tu quieres." (Mister gave us five days after the win we got, so we can go for three or four if you want)

"Actually, I want to tell you something. I need your opinion."

He waits for you to tell him. You're not sure if bringing the topic is tue right thing to do.

"Mom and Rora are planning this birthday dinner for my dad, and I'm not sure if I want to go."

"You don't want to go to your father's birthday?" He lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Why?"

"Not that I don't want to go, I do." You sigh tired. "But the thing is that they're hosting the dinner at Pablo's."

He only hummed, not sure what to answer. He's not one to tell you not to go or to force you to go if you don't feel good doing it.

You free yourself from his hold, sitting and looking for his t-shirt. He stretched to the floor, reaching for his shirt and handing it to you.

"I'm undecided." You pouted. "I told Aurora that I want to go, but I'm not sure if Pablo wants me there."

Pedro scratched your back in a confort way. He does this as a way to let you know that he's there and he hears you.

"I don't want any drama, especially not on his birthday."

He thinks about that time in the dressing room when Pablo told him about needing to speak with her.

He didn't tell you about it, mostly because he didn't want you to get triggered about it.

"Pepi," you call him. Taking him out of his thoughts. "Are you okay?"

"I have to tell you something."

You waited a few seconds, but after the seconds turned into minutes you decide to ask him.

"Tell me what?"

"Pablo and I talked."

"Okay, about what?"

"Nada, quiere hablar contigo pero le he dicho que no." (Nothing, he wants to talk with you, and I told him no)

"When did this happen?"

He sighs, not wanting to admit that he hid this from you. "Like a month ago."

You turn to him, his hand rubbing his eyes. "A month?"

You tried to process everything. Pablo was looking to reach you out. "Pedro, por qué no me dijiste?" (why didn't you tell me?)

"I'm honestly not sure, I wanted to, but I just forgot."

"You forgot?" You scuff. Se te olvidó decirme que Pablo está buscándome? Y tu le dijiste que no?" (You forgot to tell me that Pablo was looking for me? And you told him no?)

"I'm trying to protect you."

"Mi amor, you should have told me."

You stayed quiet, both of you did. The only sound is the movie still playing.

Your mind is running a thousand miles per minute, questioning everything. Your forehead frowned.

Your eyes look for Pedro's eyes, his eyes glued to the ceiling. Your expression softens. You know he's very protective.

You stretch your arm, hand grabbing his chin to make him look at you. "Thank you, honestly." You smile. "I know you wanted to protect me, I love you."

His hands reach for yours, bringing it to his lips. "Te quiero, preciosa. I promise I didn't mean to keep this, I just didn't find the right time to tell you."

He opens his arms for you. Smiling sweetly, that smile that you can't say no to. You fall into his arms.

"I don't like when you're sad, and I didn't wanted you to feel forced to talk with him when you weren't ready."

"Stop, I get it." You kiss him to stop him from speaking again. "Does Saturday, Sunday, and Monday sound good to you?"

Hie frowns in confusion, not getting what you mean. "What?"

"You said five days. And the dinner is on Friday so we can visit Tenerife for three days and come back so you can rest on the fifth day."

"Mirame." He says, releasing his grip on you. "You're the best, and I hope you know that you will have to die in order for me to let you go."

"And I hope you know that even if I die, I'll come back to get you and kill you to be with you as ghosts together."

He grabs your cheeks, slamming his lips into you. "Wait." He breaks the kiss. "Would you be nice to me when you kill me?"

"Mmm, not sure. If you make me feel good right now, I'll consider it." You joke, smiling as you sit on his lap, your lips looking for his.

- 30 hours before the party

You stood in front of the door. Code already in, but you can't seem to open it.

"Are you okay?" Aurora asks, she's behind you waiting for you to enter.

You nod. You're not sure if you're really okay. You want to stop thinking of the fight. The memories make your head hurt.

"Hey!"

You turn your head to your boyfriend. Pedro drove you and Aurora to Pablo's House. He wanted to make sure you felt comfortable.

"Hey." You whisper, head inside the window car.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." He reminds you something Aurora told you.

"I want to."

"Okay, I'm going to be around here. If you need me, call me."

You smile, walking fast to his side of the car. "I love you. Please don't park a street away and pretend you were somewhere else."

"Ay Joder, you ruined my plans."

After a kiss goodbye and he promising not stalking from afar. You stand next to Aurora. She opens the door and grab your hand to walk inside.

"Pablo!"

You grab the bag of groceries she has in her hands. Walking to the kitchen to leave them there.

"Someone wants to see you."

"Really, who?"

The steps coming closer to the kitchen are making you nervous. Even when Aurora told you to be calm and that nothing was going to happen, you can't help the feeling.

"You coming?"

You grab her hand, squishing it in a way of comfort. His back is facing you. Even his back has this towering feeling.

"Cabezon," Aurora says, catching his attention.

When he notices you, his whole face changes. His expression is softer, but still having his signature frown.

"Voy a dejarlos solos, así pueden hablar. Estaré arriba." (I'm going to leave you two alone. So you can talk. I'll be upstairs)

The silence is thick. The whole thing was uncomfortable for the two of you.

"I like your shirt." You say, not sure on what else to say.

"Thanks, mom got it for me on my birthday."

"Right. Well, happy belated birthday."

"I still have some candy in the freezer if you want. You like it."

"No, I don't." You shake your head no at the thought.

"You don't? What about all the times you used to freeze the candies when we were kids?"

"Pablo." You sigh. "The one that likes frozen candy is you, I used to freeze it for you, not because I was eating it."

"Oh." He joined his lips, and bit from the inside, thing he does when he's nervous. "I want to say that I'm sorry."

You squeeze your eyes. Was he saying it because he felt it or because mom told him to?

"I made a mistake. And I blame hurted you in a way I never meant to." He walks closer to you. "I'm really sorry, you didn't deserve the way I treated you, the way I hurted you."

"You told me that you hate me." You walk past him to the other side of the room. "And that I'm not a sister to you."

"And I regret doing that. I was wrong."

"You hurt me, and I'm not talking about the things that happened that day, I'm talking about everything you did to me."

"I was angry at you!"

"Why?" You say matching his tone. "To my knowledge, I've done nothing wrong."

"Eras tan jodidamente perfecta y todos te querían." (You were so fucking perfect and everyone loved you) he finally says. "You were the favorite in school. You were so good at everything. And then our family used to be like 《oh but Pablo is only good at football. She's the best at every other thing》 I could help it, I was dying out of envy. I wanted to be you."

You stayed quiet. You knew he didn't like it when family members compared the two of you. Your mom tried to stop it, always reminding him that you were two different people.

"Pablo." You tried to get closer. "You didn't have to be me. You were amazing."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"Pablito, come here." You open your arms to him.

For the first time in so long, you hug him, his arms squeezed you, his head on your shoulder.

"I need you to believe me. You were and are amazing. Look at you, playing on the team of your dreams, with the national selection. I wish you would have told me this before."

"I'm sorry, I was so angry at you."

"I'm not perfect, Pablo." You caress his back, trying to calm him down. "I'm so far from being perfect. And you know that."

"Well, you don't know how to cook rice."

"Shut up, you eat it."

"No, but I'm really sorry. I don't hate you, and you are my sister."

"It's okay, Pablito."

"No, it's not.' He break the hug. "I was so wrong, all this years. I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry for all these years."

"It's okay. We have time to fix this. We can do this together."

"Te quiero, en serio lo hago. Even tho you burn the rice." (I love you, I really do). He says, laughing. "Please, forgive me."

"Te quiero también, siempre lo haré." (I love you too, always do) you hug him again. Enjoying the feeling.

- three days later

"I want to be a mermaid." You laugh as Pedro splash some water on your face. "You definitely be the crab."

"The crab taking care of the very pretty mermaid?"

"I'll make you take care of a manatee."

"Are there any manatees in Spain?" He asks, confused. "Never seen one."

"You're so weird, but I love you like that." You hug him from behind, using him as a personal flootie.

You spent more time in the water, enjoying the vibe of the island. The sun, the air. Everything with him.

"Mamá nos hizo sus famosas croquetas, así que al fin las probaras." (mom made us her famous croquettes. You're finally trying them)

"Maybe I like them more than I like you." You laugh, grabbing his hands and bringing him close. "Or maybe I'll seal the deal with her over her son."

The kissing didn't last long, as Fer went looking for you to bring you over to the tasca.

"Fer, when are you introducing me to your girlfriend?"

"When he finds one." Pedro laughs.

"Hey!" Fer says, poutting. "That's mean."

🔅🔅🔅

The sun is setting, leaving this magical orange tone in the sky. You smile for the picture, Pedro insisted on taking a picture of you.

"You look amazing."

"Take a picture with me."

"Always."

His lips on yours, making you feel like drunk in love.

"You have no idea how in love I am with you." He says, eyes shining with honesty. "I got to thank Pablo for getting injured."

You laugh at his joke. "We got to thank him."

"No, but really. I love you to a way I never thought I would, even if we haven't been together for that long. Your eyes, your hair, your heart, the way you laugh, or the way your eyes shine when you talk about what you love, the way you always make sure everyone is comfortable. The way you love your family. The way you love my family, how you're with Fer. You're just you. And I'm thankful for that.

You feel like crying. Nobody ever loved you the way that he did, never sharing a love so pure and so great.

"And you are you. For me, it's the way you love football, the way you love your mother's food, how funny you are, and how much you turn into a little kid every time we joke around. How much do you work and get better at everything you do. Your accent is beautiful, your love for your family, for your brother, and your love for me. Because I never thought I would find someone like you."

- two months later (Barça vs. RMA)

"I bet that goal was for me." Fer jokes, making you laugh. "The eyes were looking at me."

"Definitely, I think the wink and the kiss were a symbol of brotherhood."

"I hate that you follow my jokes." He shoves you delicately. "Like, get angry or something."

"Don't even try. We grew up with that." Aurora says, pointing at Pablo. "So, not a chance, she's well trained."

"Yeah, the only one who has to worry here is Chris. She's the one that has to put up with him."

"I'm not sure myself." She laughed at the jokes.

Chris is Pablo's girlfriend. He introduce her to Aurora and to you a few weeks ago, and you now bring her around everywhere like a little sister.

The referee announces the end of the match, and the team won. It was a good day for everybody.

"Let's go, señoritas." Fer gets up, offering his arm to you.

"Let's go, señorito." You joke with him.

You waited by the car, talking about the meal Fer prepared before the match and was waiting for you at home.

"Hello, hello." Aurora say to Pedro and Pablo.

"Omg, you guys did amazing!" You hug Pedro, kissing his cheek. "Congratulations, baby."

"Yeah, yeah, kiss kiss, let's go home, I'm hungry."

"You're just jealous of her." Gavi jokes, hitting Fer in the head. "She got your brother."

"I was his go-to, now I'm the seconds one." He fake cries. Making you all laugh.

"And I got your sister." Pedro shoves Gavi's arm playfully.

"Yeah, you better take care of her. If not, you saw how I shoved Vini? That would be you."

"Okay, stop it. Let's go."

You start walking toward Pedro's car, hand in hand with him while Fer was telling him something.

"Oye," Gavi shouts. Making you all turn. "Me darás mi abrazo?" (Do I get a hug, too?) You let go of Pedro's hand, running to your brother. "Venga."

You land in his arms, squeezing him. "I love you, Pablito."

"And I love you." He kisses your cheek, letting you go. "Let's go, I want some of that burned rice."

"Hey!" Fer says, "my rice is not burnt." He makes Pablo and you laugh.

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i don't know how much i can say with each new post about it. but please deal with me and this long post, because i need to write

she's laying in the hospital bed, dying. my boyfriend holds me when i sob, but the physical touch can't scratch the itch. so now i'm here at my parents' apartment, hoping they'd make me feel better because the child deep inside is crying out now for stability.

they're in the middle of moving, so their lives are busy enough as it is. my mom is non-stop talking. i know she hurts for me, but it feels like such a selfish hurt, as bad as that might be to say. my feelings matter, but only because it makes her hurt. maybe i misread her though. i know she loves me. our relationship hasn't always been the best.

my dad is stronger than me. it's his mother. he can watch me cry and hug me and tell me it was her time. he understands more, because nan and my mom never got along. i cried as i told my boyfriend that i needed to see my dad tonight, hoping his hug would squeeze some sort of deeply set, bubbling cyst of grief so the pain would go away.

it didn't help as much as i wanted. i know she's laying in the hospital room, dying. she's alone. agonal breaths, i'm sure.

my nan was such a spitfire. she was no nonsense and hated sappy stuff. i can hear her voice telling me to stop crying, in the way she talks where you know she means it, but she says it with love. raspy, mid-high pitched voice. not grating, and unmistakably her

wake up early to find a good swimming spot before everyone else gets there. weekly dinner schedules, monday: hamburger helper, tuesday: leftovers. melted chocolate ice cream, delivered in a well-used plastic bowl. judge judy in the background, always.

sunday drive in the old pontiac firebird. bright red, metal flake. she loves sparkly things, glitter, sequins. red is her favorite color. can't wait to be picked up from school to show off my cool nan. sunsets spent together in the kitchen.

stability in my life. nan is always there. nan will always be there. she got sick with something but she's fine within the week. she'll be there, you can call and she'll pick up.

but not a good mother to her own children. the 60s were a different time. alcoholic, smoker, abuse. i cannot deny what she did according to my father. not perfect. but she loved her grandchildren with all she had. nan is always there.

she's dying in a hospital bed, 35 miles away. agonal breaths. agonal breaths. her lips are pale, her eyes tightly shut. nan will always be there.

i deny my mother's questions about needing something. tea, a sandwich, medication to relax. she means well. i don't want any of those.

she lies dying in the hospital room, alone. i cry for the hundredth time as i type this out for her. i know i will not stop crying all night. in two hours i will wake up, anxious and nauseated. i try to empty my mind of her. the last song i played for her replays in my head, and i spiral back into tears. i hope she heard my words to her, spilled from my heart.

i need to hear nan's voice again. i need her to speak to me one more time before she leaves. the other day when i visited she was able to hold my hand. she speaks weakly through the oxygen mask, "hi, cakes." like every other time i saw her. because i wanted pancakes every time i visited her as a child. deep wrinkles in her face. the old teardrop tattoo she got in memory of her first daughter. hi cakes, her last words to me. the look in her eyes as i walk in the room crying, soft and full of love, like we both know. we know. but i want nan to always be there.

i feel almost foolish because she would sternly, lovingly tell me to stop crying. she'll be fine. she's ready. as i remember standing over her hospice bed, watching her final breaths. harsh, ragged. a hint of her voice in her groaning gasps. the voice i so desperately, painfully, angrily want to hear again. because nan should always be there.

there's the part in me that knows she's no longer here. the rational part. the part that would listen to nan when she says that i shouldn't cry. but every other part of me can't let go of nan. my nan who should always be here. i know i know i know i know i know i know my nan will not be here. she will not be here. she is not here. my nan is departing. she can't speak to tell me that she's not afraid, she's not in pain. she's been ready. 82 years old and i always joked about how she was gonna be around for 20 more.

her daughter committed suicide in my childhood home 21 years ago. i don't know if there's an afterlife. my family all says they'll be together again. i try hard to believe their words.

but i want my nan here, with me. but she's just a dying body in a hospital miles away.

i will never hear her talk in person again. i will never hear her say my nickname as i visit again. never never never, no more new memories to make. it's all been done. her time is done. she's fine, she's not afraid, she's ready.

and i cry and cry and feel like a fool for making such a long post about my dying grandmother. but i can't tell her these feelings because she's dying. so i write and write and beg for a release of this grief that will only get stronger after the official news of her death reaches me. and i want to be a child and run into her arms again after a hard day at school, on days where my nan is there for me.

i am 30 now and this is what happens when you age. the people you love dearest will die, the people who held you and cared for you and made you pancakes every time you'd visit. you hope they answer the phone when you call or text but they won't.

you, an unreligious man, drop to your knees and almost begin to pray to a god you don't know exists. pray that your beloved dying nan will send you a sign that she's in a better place. you hold her picture to your heart and beat your fists against the bedroom wall as it rains outside, and you want to go sit outside in the rain again because it hides the tears, but your face is red and puffy and tired and it's so obvious you've done nothing but sob.

and then you go to your parents' apartment in the hopes that you'll be freed, temporarily, of the grief, and you take an hour to write a fucking tumblr post because you have no idea where else to air out your feelings. because the only person you want to talk to right now is dying in a hospital bed.

and you don't want to end the tumblr post because you're afraid you'll lose the grip you barely have on your psyche, just like when you kept stepping towards her hospital bed after you said your final goodbyes. you have more to say, you have so much more to say to your beloved dying nan, but she's dying and you have to leave her room eventually, still clinging onto the hope that she'll open her eyes again and say "hi, cakes" right before you close the door

but there are final words final words one more word one last conversation that will never ever happen again

and you have to leave her, you have to close the door now.

#if you read this i respect you. if you scan it i appreciate you. if you ignore this i understand you

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