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catierambles · 6 months

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Feral Instincts Ch.26

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1130

Warnings: ....*shrug*

Stephanie noticed shady characters hanging out around the apartment building for the next few days and their appearance just screamed "government goons". They felt like wolves, though, so she hazarded a guess they were from the Pack Council. She made sure to give them an emphatic wave whenever she saw them, something Mike found infinitely amusing. She got Albert enrolled in GED classes as he had had to drop out of school when their dad kicked him out of the house and he had three or four years of education to catch up on. He had needed to take a test and explain his situation to the school board in order to even register as he was below the minimum age of eighteen. Simply putting him in high school was out of the question, as he would have been so far behind it would have been nigh on impossible for him to catch up.

There was a wolf on the board who had been incensed at what had happened to him and Stephanie had to make an official statement as his Alpha, and Sy as his older brother. She didn't know if they had contacted the Council about it, but no one came knocking at her door about him, so she brushed it aside.

She lay on the couch in the cabin, scrolling through her phone, Mike laying stretched out on top of her with his head on her chest. Her other hand was down by the floor, her fingers moving through Albert’s fur idly as he lay curled up asleep, his slim black wolf much smaller than the others.

“Hey, doll.” Sy said, coming into the living room and she raised her hand only so long as to put a finger to her lips. “Sorry.” He whispered, “Need to talk to you about somethin’ in the other room.”

“Okay.” She said and patted Mike’s head gently. “I gotta get up.”

“Comfy.” He whined, nuzzling into her chest more and she snorted.

“I know, sweetheart, but Sy needs to talk to me.” She said and he huffed, picking his head up and pressing a quick kiss to her lips before getting off of her carefully, standing from the couch and stretching with his arms above his head. Albert got up when he did, stretching with his front paws out in front of him and his body in a bow. Mike offered her a hand and helped hoist her off the couch, giving her another quick kiss before they headed up the stairs. Stephanie followed Sy into the kitchen at his beckon and she looked around at the serious expressions the others were giving her.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“Council isn’t leaving me alone.” August said simply. “I’ve been ignoring their calls, but they’re getting insistent.”

“He told us Solo came to see you.” Geralt said.

“They need to learn to accept rejection.” She said, crossing her arms over her stomach. “Then again, seeing as they’re all dudes, men have been historically horrible at taking “no” for an answer.”

“I’m worried they may send out another Cleaner.” August said and her brows jumped at him.

“Why would they do that?” She asked.

“So I don’t go public.”

“So don’t go public. They didn’t have you sign a legally binding NDA or something?”

“They didn’t exactly want a paper trail of my activities, Princess.”

“Fair.” She said with a shrug, “Still…”

“And based on what I did for them, I don’t see them just taking my word that I’m going to keep my mouth shut.” He said and she sighed. “I’m also worried they may send one after you.”

“Why me?” She asked.

“Because you’re the reason I stopped, and you know what I was doing.” He said, “They may figure if they take you out of the picture, it’ll get me back in line and keep the others from talking as well.”

“Who would they send?” Walter asked, his eyes fixed on the floor.

“Probably Leon.” August said.

“The mouthpiece?” She asked incredulously.

“Babe, I worked with him in the CIA. He’s also a former Agent.” August said, “He didn’t do what I did, but he was still an Agent so he knows how to kill and has no problem with it.”

“He was…odd.” She said and he arched a brow at her. “When we met he felt like a Beta, but when I shut him down when he tried to talk down to me, he felt like an Alpha.”

“Fuck.” Geralt sighed.

“What?” She asked.

“He’s a Blue Wolf.” Geralt said, “Makes sense why he’s good with politicians and news outlets.”

“A what?” She asked.

“Blue Wolves don’t exist, Geralt.” Sy said, “They’re a myth.”

“They’re rare, but they exist. Maybe one or two in every ten thousand wolves are Blue.” Geralt said.

“Steph, you know how the second full moon in a single month is called a Blue Moon?” Sy asked, catching her confused expression.

“Yeah?”

“Well, a Blue Wolf is a wolf that manifested as two things when they first shifted. An Alpha and Beta, a Beta and Omega, or any combination of the three. If this guy is a Blue Wolf, it would make sense why he felt like a Beta, and then an Alpha. He switched aspects while you were talkin’. First a Beta to put you at ease, then an Alpha when he wanted to throw his weight around.” Sy said, “But you’re a female Alpha so him tryin’ to pull rank, basically, didn’t work because you outrank’im. Female Alphas will always be higher than male Alphas in the peckin’ order. Just how it is.”

“So then why’d he try?” Stephanie asked, “If he knew it wasn’t going to work, why’d he switch?”

“He probably did it without thinking about it.” Geralt said, “Reacting to the situation. Or maybe he just wanted to test it out. Who knows.”

“Point is,” August said, “If they send Leon, we wouldn’t know he was coming because we won’t feel him if he’s not in Alpha aspect, and since he doesn’t belong to Steph like Mike does, she wouldn’t feel him either until it was too late.”

“If they send him.” Walter said and August nodded. “Have you met any other Cleaners?”

“We didn’t exactly have lunch dates, Walter.” August said and he nodded. “We can’t let her out of our sight.”

“Agreed.” Geralt said.

“What about you?” Stephanie asked, “You said they may send one after you, August. If I’m going to be on lock down, so are you.”

“I don’t matter, Princess. You do.”

“Bullshit and if you ever say anything like that again, I’m kicking your ass. Got it?” She said and he stared at her for a moment before huffing a quiet laugh.

“Got it.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #hellraiser mike #geralt of rivia #feral instincts

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sunnyie-eve · 3 months

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1 | Were Gutted

Series: Heinous

Paring: Billy Loomis x OFC ! Stu Macher x OFC ! Mickey Altieri x OFC

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mention of death. mention of murder

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"What's your plans for the night?" I ask Casey twirling the phone cord.

"Most likely make some popcorn and watch a scary movie. I still don't understand why you didn't come over like I asked you to." She says, as I assume, walks around her house.

"Told you I had a paper to write, and well, my mom is strict about shit." I lay back on my bed.

"Right, the paper... Will you help me at school? I forgot about it."

I laugh at her, "Sure, I'll see you at school. Enjoy your movie." I smile through the phone.

"Bye-bye." She hangs up so I put the phone up but then it rings again.

"Hello?" I pick it up but no one says anything. "I said hello..." I repeat myself.

"Sorry, my boss was doing something," Randy speaks up. "I wanted to let you know that today at work Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 & 3 came in and I put them aside for you. They only came in three each so you're welcome." He lets me know.

"Thank you, Randy. I'll swing by and get them whenever I'm near the store." I let him know.

"Alright then, see you at school. Sleep well." He says making me smile.

"Back at you, Randy. Night night." I hang up and get ready for bed.

The next day when I arrived at school, I was confused to see so many news reporters around. "And doing drugs, they buy in the classroom... and that they are involved in the occult." I hear one woman as I walk to the doors.

"Woodsboro, California, was devastated last night... when two young teenagers were found brutally murdered. Authorities have yet to issue a statement, but our sources tell us that no arrest has been made and the murderer could strike again." Gale Weathers says as Tatum and Sidney walk up to me.

"What is going on?" I ask them.

"You don't know?" Tatum asks me, so I shake my head no. "Casey Becker and Steve Orth were killed last night. And not just killed. We're talking, splatter movie killed--split open end to end." Tatum tells me, and my heart drops.

"Tatum, Allison was close to her..." Sidney reminds her.

"Oh my god, I forgot... I'm sorry, Al." She places her hand on her chest.

"How did they find her?" I ask as I walk with them, trying not to tear up.

"Her parents found her hanging from a tree. Her insides on the outside." Tatum tells me and I try not to picture it.

"Do they know who did it?" I ask her.

"Fucking clueless--they're interrogating the entire school. Teachers, students, staff, janitors..." She tells me.

"They think it's school-related?" Sidney speaks up.

"They don't know. Dewey said this is the worst crime they've ever seen. Even worse than..." Tatum stops herself. "Well, it's bad. They're bringing in the feds. This is big." Tatum goes in as the bell rings leaving me and Sidney.

"I'm sorry, Allison." She places her hand on my shoulder as we head to our classes.

While in my first period, I was the fifth to get called in to get asked questions about what happened. "Allison, how you fellin'?" Principal Himbry asks as I walk in taking a seat.

"Hi, Allison." Sheriff Burke says.

"Sheriff Burke, Dewey." I nod my head at them.

"I'm Deputy Riley today, Al." He tells me so I apologize.

"How is everything? How's your Mother doin'?" Burke asks me.

"Good, and we're fine, thanks." I smile wanting to cry as they tell me they just wanna ask me a few questions.

"Allison, were you very close to Casey Becker?" Burke asks me.

"I wouldn't say super close, but we were close. I literally talked to her on the phone last night." My voice cracks.

"What did you talk about?"

"Just what were her plans for the night and a paper for science class." I tell them.

"Was anyone there with her and Steve?"

I shake my head no, "When we were on the phone, she said she was just going to make popcorn and watch a movie alone. Steve wasn't there when we were talking. She didn't even tell me he was going over."

"Would you have known if anyone would want to hurt her and Steve?"

I shake my head no again, "No, she was a nice girl and he was a popular football player." I didn't know exactly what to say because I couldn't imagine who would do that to them.

I mean, I didn't care for Steve because before they got together he hit on me all the time. They let me go back to class since I couldn't tell them anything else. When it was time to go to our second period, Stu came to sit in his seat next to me. He knew I was close with his ex because that's how I became friends with her, through him.

"How are you holding up?" He rubs my back.

"I can't believe it... I don't think it's fully hit me yet. Because when it does I'm going to be crying for a long time." I sigh staring at my desk.

"It's okay Alligator, when you need to cry, my chest will be open for you." He gets up to kiss the top of my head.

When it came around to lunch, I was the last to show up to the group. "Because their bodies were gutted." I hear Randy as I walk up to them.

"Thank you, Randy. Also, you just made Allison upset more." Billy nods his head my way making Randy turn around.

"I'm sorry." He says as I sit next to him.

"Well, they didn't ask me if I like to hunt." Tatum jumps back into what they were talking about.

"Cause there's no way a girl could've killed 'em," Stu tells her.

"That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female basic instinct." Tatum tells him.

"That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing." Randy tells her.

"I get it was a movie but Mrs. Voorhees killed nine people." I add.

"Yeah but like you said it was a movie, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. The fact is, it takes a man to do something like that." Stu tells us while I just hold back the tears as it finally starts to hit me.

"How do you... gut someone?" Sidney asks, making everyone but me look at her.

"You take a knife, and you slit 'em from the groin to sternum." Stu answers and deep down him saying that scared me. He said like it's obvious and like he's done it before.

"Hey, it's called a tact, you fuck rag." Billy tells him and I see him look over at me while the others talk about Stu dating Casey in the past.

"And are the police aware you dated the victim?" Randy asks Stu.

"What are you saying? That I killed her or something?" Stu asks.

"It would certainly improve your high school Q." Randy tells him.

"Stu was with me last night, okay?" Tatum tells him.

"Was that before he sliced and diced?" Randy tells her.

"Fuck you, nutcase. Where were you last night?" She asks him.

"Working, thank you. Allison can back me up because I called her from work." Randy pats my knee as I stare at the ground listening to them.

"At the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass." Tatum tells him.

"Twice." He smiles at her.

"I didn't kill anybody." Stu tells him.

"No one's saying you did." Billy reminds him.

"Thanks, buddy." Stu tells his friend.

"Besides, it takes a man to do something like that." Randy mimics Stu.

"I'm gonna gut your ass in a second, kid." Stu tells him.

"Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? I hear they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and pancreas." Randy stands up making Sidney get up to leave and my eyes tear up.

"Randy, you goon, fuck, I'm trying to eat here." Tatum tells him as he gets another grape.

"Yeah, Randy, she's getting mad. I think you better liver alone. Liver alone." Stu laughs.

"Ow, liv- liver. Liver. It's was a joke." Stu says because Billy hit him.

I guess Billy heard me sniffling because he called my name as the three bicker. I lift my head a little to glance at him and he sees the tear running down my face. He motions for me to come over to take where Sidney was sitting so I do.

"Ignore both of them. Especially Stu, you know he can never be serious." Billy places his hand on my knee.

"Who could do such a thing..." I look up at his face.

"A psychopath." He says with a certain tone that made me get chills.

"Well, I get that but- I mean... Why Casey?"

Billy sighs, taking my hands into his. "I wish I could tell you." He uses his thumb to rub the top of my hand.

"I'm gonna go." I try to get up but he keeps a hold on me.

"How are you doing? If you know what I mean." He says, probably talking about my dad.

My dad was killed the same night Sidney's mom was killed too. Mom and I still have no clue why he was around Sidney's mom. He was found just like how Steve was found, so I guess that's why Billy is asking am I okay.

"I haven't thought of it till now so thanks." I force a laugh.

"I'm sorry." He says as I get up and walk off.

I mean, my dad being killed didn't really affect me because he wasn't that good of a father or husband to us. He cheated on mom a lot, and he used to verbally and physically hurt me. But before all of that when I was little he was alright but then something just made him change.

"Where is she going?" I hear Stu ask them.

"Because of you two dicks." I hear Billy as I walk off.

#ghostface #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #tatum riley #dewey riley #randy meeks #scream franchise #scream #scream 2 #scream ff #scream fanfic

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blondiest · 10 months

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Can you imagine an easily flustered, shy mello or Near? Who's harder to picture with this personality.

hahaha, i have to say neither of them are particularly easy to picture this way,,, mostly bc i don't actually think Near would fluster that easy (i can more easily see him getting slightly overly enthused / overwhelmed if that makes sense??) and Mello defaults to getting A Little Mad About It whenever confronted with an unfamiliar / uncomfortable emotion (some exceptions for this ofc).

overall i think it's easier for me to imagine Near getting a bit more flustered, esp in a situation in which they're already involved with one another, since i think perhaps in that case he'd feel less of a need to hide his reactions to things?? i'm gonna be totally real right now, it's pretty late here so i reserve the right to clarify / retract some of this tomorrow when i'm more coherent hfhfhggfhfgfgh.

all this being said i'll add that i personally enjoy writing Mello getting flustered more. in his own way, though. TO THE EXCERPTS, FOR CLARIFICATION.

oh. first. special treat for you, since you specifically asked about them being shy. unpublished bit of a WIP that i currently am not actually working on, linked here ❣️

okay. aside from that. literally the entirety of there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have falls into the "mello falling apart" category, but here's a bit i like particularly well:

Near pokes his head in the door, and Mello is hit with the smell of burnt bread. To his great dissatisfaction, the white-haired boy’s eyes don’t stray from Mello’s face for even an instant.

“I burned it the first two times,” Near says. “But I’m trying again.”

“Okay,” Mello says, shifting slightly to let the shirt— Near’s shirt, which by all logic should make it even sexier— fall open a bit more.

Near doesn’t react. The blonde finds himself almost wanting to scream, but instead runs a hand through his hair and looks at Near through half-lidded eyes. It’s a move that, to date, has had a one-hundred percent success rate in getting the attention of potential sex partners.

“I have white grape juice if you would like any,” Near informs him blandly. He is not giving Mello do-me eyes, or any other sign of being affected.

“I’ll pass,” Mello says, trying to sound like he isn’t edging into hysteria.

okay spoilers below this for two other fics lol

from chapter 5 of hot soup on a cold day:

A high-pitched beeping sound pulls Near from slumber a distressingly short period of time later. His head aches slightly from too little sleep, but he hits the “off” button and silences the alarm. Beside him, Mello stirs, blinking blearily up at Near for a few seconds before seemingly waking up all at once. Near watches with dread as the blonde’s face shifts from sleepy relaxation to embarrassment to panic.

“What—!” Mello stammers, mostly failing to muster up a glare. “What the hell are you doing in my bed?!”

The acting is not Mello’s best, to say the least, but he is clearly having a crisis of some kind.

chapter 2 of what doesn't kill me makes me want you more:

Near tilts her head. “You didn’t complain before, when you were kissing me.”

It’s as if a rod is slipped into the other girl’s spine; she goes rigid, then sneers. “That’s because I feel bad for you.”

Near bites back a question— is it common practice for you to kiss people you consider charity cases?— because it’s pointed enough that it could only worsen the situation. “Mello has a kind heart,” she says instead.

That doesn’t go over well, though, anyway.

“Don’t fucking mock me,” Mello spits. “You’re the one who has— you’re the one who’s obsessed with me. I was just taking pity on you.”

uuhhhhh. yeah. anyhow. thank you for the ask!! hopefully this made some kind of sense? it's genuinely hard for me to tell when it's this late in the day jhjgjghfhhhfhh (<- temporarily a european timezone girlie) but it was fun to answer anyways!

#meronia #mellonear #me answering this ask and suddenly being unsure i know the definition of flustered OR shy #and subsequently getting. you guessed it. flustered. and also? shy.#asks

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helennorvilles · 3 years

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my feelings about river are complex but the image of river calling thirteen ‘honey’ is just.......... extravagant

#immmmmmmmmm Gay. im gay. and i love love. i want this. i want someone - anyone - to call thirteen honey #(aside from me whenever i see a picture of her ofc)#but if it was thirteen??? just picturing the intimacy of one's dead wife calling them honey is..... wonderful #my post tag #nia watches dw

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Painkiller - 6

(It feels a little strange posting this right now, with the real Henry just going public with his new girlfriend, that looks exactly like my fictional (!!!) character Kelly. And I swear it's a coincidence that I chose the Daily Mail to reveal the pictures in my story...So if you feel uncomfortable with all this, don't proceed!)

It's time for the next chapter of "Painkiller". I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, so here we go...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella)

Summary: Henry has to explain a lot to many different people, Kelly is taking advantage and Ella is a kinky girl

Warnings: RPF! Angst, mentioning of daddy kink, a little sex talk, nothing serious, but still 18+

Unbeta'ed, as usual...all mistakes are mine, English is not my mother tongue, so consider yourself warned...

Credits: Pics for the moodboard are from pinterest, I don't know Henry Cavill, not a bit, this is all fictional, fantasy and wishful thinking!

Parts 1-5 can be found here: nashi's masterlist

taglist: (please tell me if you want to be added or removed)

@hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @willkatfanfromasia @summersong69 @omgkatinka @legendarywizarddetective @mis-lil-red @agniavateira @taebfada @xxxkatxo

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Like every day Ella entered the store a good hour before opening time. It still felt strange to start the day without Katie who had decided to stay at home with little Lenny half a year before returning to the world of work. They had hired a help, Mr. Meller, who was the epitome of a middle aged bookworm and it worked perfectly. Ella got along with him very well, he reminded her of her father a lot, and the customers loved him. He wouldn't arrive until a few minutes before nine so Ella had almost an hour to have a coffee and prepare the shop and the cafe for the day. As usual she unpacked the stacks of shrink-wrapped newspapers and started to place them on the counter and the coffee tables in the cafe area. When she took a closer look at the headlines of the Daily Mail her heart skipped a beat before it started to clench. The pain that began to spread in her chest was dreadful and she felt sick all of the sudden. She sat down on one of the barstools at the cafe counter with wobbly legs before she looked at the pictures again.

Henry. He had a girlfriend. A girlfriend he showed up with in public. A girlfriend Ella didn't know about. A girlfriend that was apparently beautiful, young, sexy, curvy...not flat as a pancake. Ella swallowed hard and forced herself to read the little article underneath the pictures.

Henry Cavill was spotted with his new girlfriend yesterday by one of our readers, who sent us the pictures of the happy couple he was able to take in Kensington. "They seemed to be very in love." Our source reports. "Kissing and hugging all the time. Cavill couldn't keep his hands off of her and she kept gazing adoringly at him." It seems A-Lister Cavill has found a new love after a few years of being single. The actor, best known for his role as Superman, who is very discreet about his private life, has a long list of ex-girlfriends but -as he said in an interview lately- is still waiting for the one to fulfill his biggest dream: to start a family. Maybe the wait is over now and Superman has found his Supergirl. But who is the mysterious bombshell? Nobody seems to know…

A loud knock on the door interrupted Ella. She flinched when she saw Henry standing outside. Shit. She got up and walked over to the entrance with knees that felt like jelly, her heart racing at double speed. She took a deep breath before unlocking the door.

Get your act together.

"Henry, good morning. What are you doing here?" She was surprised that she managed to sound so normal.

"Hey. Good morning. Can I come in?" His voice was tense and he seemed to be nervous, tugging on his sleeve repeatedly with a sheepish smile.

"Sure." Ella stepped aside to let him enter the room. He glanced around and his eyes found the newspaper, the pics of him and Kelly staring right at his face.

"I'm sorry, Ella." He turned to her with a frown.

"Sorry? For what?"

He pointed at the Daily Mail. "For not telling you about Kelly."

"Kelly, huh? Well, there's no need to be sorry. This is none of my business, Henry." Ella took the newspaper and looked at the pictures with a nonchalant smile she had to force upon her numb face. "She's very pretty…"

"You're my friend. I should have told you. I didn't want you to read it in the papers…"

Ella just shrugged. She didn't know what to say without sounding jealous or disappointed or both. She felt incredibly empty inside.

"It's not even something serious...I mean we're right at the beginning of our...whatever. I didn't tell anyone about it…"

"A secret affair? How exciting." Ella winked at him when in fact she wanted to scream.

"Not really secret but it wasn't supposed to go public."

"Well, you should have taken her to Gianni's. I heard they are very discreet there." Now her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Ella…"

"Henry, listen...as I said. This is none of my business, okay? But I'm happy if you're happy." Ella clenched her teeth to prevent her eyes from watering. She was sure he could see her jaw work.

"You don't look happy." Henry's voice was almost a whisper now, a whisper that crept into her ear, through her veins and right into her hurting heart. She turned around abruptly and went straight to the coffee machine to clean it. She wasn't able to answer when she had to look at him.

Fumbling with the water container she finally was able to pull herself together.

"I guess I'm just a little disappointed that you haven't told me about her." She said as calmly as possible. "I thought you'd trust me."

"I do trust you, Ella." Henry leaned on the counter looking at her with a frown. "It's just...I didn't really know where this was going and I didn't want to bother you…"

"Bother me?" Ella turned around with something close to a smile. "You can bother me whenever you want with whatever is on your mind, Henry. You know that. That's what friends are for." She almost choked on her own words. Fake it till you make it.

Henry just nodded. "I know. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. You can tell me now. How did you meet her?"

"Well, that's kinda funny. She dialled the wrong number when she tried to contact a friend and so she had me on the phone and we had a pretty funny conversation and then we talked again the next day and texted and then we met and...yeah...well." Henry grinned and he felt like a fool.

"Oh...meet cute." Ella said and her heart clenched again. She couldn't help but think about the night she'd met Henry for the first time and the memory helped her to fake another smile.

Henry shrugged and let out a snort. "Yeah, guess so. A crazy coincidence at least."

"And now you're dating her."

What was he supposed to say? He wasn't dating Kelly. He wasn't in love with Kelly. He just had sex with her. But he didn't want to go down the rabbit hole and get confronted with more and more questions he didn't have an answer to. He simply couldn't talk about this with Ella without revealing his feelings for her. So he decided to choose the allegedly easy way out.

"Yes. I...we...want to take it slow though. We're just getting to know each other better."

"That sounds good, Henry. I hope you find what you're looking for. Can't wait to meet her." The lie tasted like acid, burning on her tongue. When Ella heard the door she was relieved and expected it to be Mr. Meller, but to her surprise it was Jax who stood in the doorway, holding the Daily Mail in his hand.

"Good morning."

"Morning, Jax." Ella and Henry said in unison, staring at him.

"I hope I'm not interrupting something." He joined Henry at the counter and threw the newspaper on it with a thud. "Congratulations on your new girlfriend." Jackson smiled at him.

Ella was sure Henry wasn't realizing it but she knew Jackson good enough to know he was pissed. The way his eyebrow twitched gave it away.

"She's not…" Henry sighed and shook his head. "Forget it...thanks I guess."

Ella couldn't stand this anymore. She just wanted this conversation to be over and get rid of Henry. She couldn't look at his ridiculously handsome face right now, didn't dare to look into his eyes and she absolutely wasn't able to be in the same room with him any longer without bursting into tears.

"We were just talking about how much I want to meet Kelly.

"Oh really? Kelly..." Jax raised his eyebrows in an odd mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"What about dinner at my place on saturday, Henry? You, Kelly and I? Jax, can join us…."

"Yes, sure." Henry was much too surprised to make up a spontaneous excuse.

"Great. Jax?"

"Count me in."

"Fantastic. Ok, that's settled then."

She clapped her hands and turned to Henry.

"I'm sorry but I really got a lot of work to do…"

"Yeah, sure. I'm gonna leave you to it." He gave her a nod. "Talk to you later?"

"Sure." Ella gulped, avoiding eye contact.

When Henry had left she let out a deep breath and turned to Jackson who hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Elsie." Ella sobbed into his chest unable to say anything. Jax kissed her head tenderly before he took a step back. "Listen, sweetie. I know you're hurting right now and you just want to hide in your bed with tons of crisps and chocolate but you have a job to do. So keep a stiff upper lip and be strong for the next 9 hours, okay? And tonight you come to my place and we'll have as much junk food and sweets and cherry coke as you want and you can break down and cry and moan and mope. And I'm going to listen and dry your tears. And tell you that I was right, of course."

He winked and Ella let out a grunt that was half sob and half laughter. "Okay." She wiped her eyes to dry the tears and straightened her back. She even managed to smile.

"That's my girl." Jax gave her a thumbs up and when Mr. Meller entered the store Ella was sure she was going to make it through the day.

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When Henry looked at his mobile on the way back to his car he snorted with frustration. There were countless missed calls and at least a dozen messages. From his manager, his assistant, journalists and his family of course.

Wtf, brother. Is that your way to win Ella's heart?

Charlie had texted and his friend Corey seemed to be confused too.

What's going on? U have a gf? Call me!

He was going to take care of them later. Now he had to call Kelly to give her some instructions.

He got in the car and dialled her number. She answered almost immediately.

"Morning, Babe." She sounded way too enthusiastic. "Have you seen it? We're all over the internet!"

"Yes, I have Kell. And that's nothing to exult over. This is a worst case scenario."

"Why. I don't care if everybody knows about us."

"But I do and there's not really an "us". You know that."

"Yes, I do. Oh come on, don't be so grumpy. It's just two pictures. Just tell the press we're only good friends and they're gonna lose interest."

Henry took a deep breath. "Don't be naive, that's not how it works. This wasn't supposed for the public eye but now it's on the internet and in the papers. The damage is done."

"Is it about Ella? You don't want her to know?"

"I didn't want her to learn about it from the Daily Mail….listen, Kelly, don't talk to anyone about this, okay? Not to your friends and most of all not to the press or some internet freaks or whatever. Can you do this for me?"

"Of course. You know I'm discreet."

"Sure. I do. I just need you to stick to it."

"I promise. My lips are sealed."

"Thanks, Kelly."

"You know what, baby? Maybe this is a sign."

"A sign for what?" Henry had a notion what she was up to.

"Well, maybe we can be more than fuck buddies. Maybe it's time we start dating."

"Kelly…" Henry sighed.

"Yes, yes, yes...Ella. I know. And I'm cool with it. But maybe I can help you to get over her. Just gimme a chance, Henry. Let's date, everyone thinks we are dating anyway."

She had a point, he knew this.

"Yeah. Maybe you're right. But let's talk about this later, okay?"

"Okay."

"Oh and I almost forgot...Ella wants to meet you. She invited us over for dinner at her place on Saturday."

"You already talked to her?"

"Sure. I've just visited her at work. To explain…"

"I see. Well, I'm looking forward to meeting her."

"Yeah...so is she. I gotta go, Kelly. Talk to you later."

"Okay. Bye, babe."

After ending the call Henry closed his eyes and let his head sink back on the head rest with a deep sigh. It was just about 9 o'clock and he was already exhausted and done with the day. It fit in the picture that an angry looking traffic warden knocked on his window to point out to him that his car was parked in a no stopping area. He opened the window with an apologetic grin and took the ticket she handed him over with a sour smile.

*****

Henry spent the rest of the day at home on the phone and online, answering all kinds of questions about him and Kelly to his friends and family, his management and assistants. Of course he wouldn't comment on all of this with an official statement. He never had before and he wouldn't start now. Even if not denying it meant that the whole world considered Kelly to be his girlfriend. Maybe he deserved it for being so careless, for going out with Kelly more often after the dinner at the chippy went so well the other day. For taking her with him when he walked Kal. For going to the bloody supermarket with her. He still didn't know how this was even possible. They had stopped by at this supermarket to buy some food for dinner after a short stroll with Kal. Henry had worn a cap and sunglasses. No one had recognized him, he was 100% sure of that. He knew the way people looked at him when they were aware of who he was. He had taken off the sunglasses inside the shop and hadn't taken them back on when they'd left and when Kelly had taken off his cap to run her hands through his hair and kiss him. It was a short kiss. Only a few seconds because Henry didn't want her to kiss him in public. But it had been long enough for some random passer-by to take a picture and sell it to the press. A few damn seconds that ruined everything. It could have been so easy. A casual fling with Kelly, his friendship with Ella…at least if he'd had the guts to tell Ella about it...but now everything felt so fucking complicated. Now he was somehow dating Kelly and jeopardizing his friendship with Ella.

He was just about to call her when a Zoom call from Corey came in. When his face appeared on Henry's laptop screen, he seemed to be worried.

"Hey." Henry waved at him like an idiot.

"Henry, what the fuck is going on? You and your girlfriend are breaking the internet."

Henry took a deep breath.

"First of all she's not my girlfriend."

"Yeah...I thought so...I mean because of Ella."

Henry knitted his brows and shrugged sighing.

"Yeah…"

"So she's not your girlfriend, but…?"

"But she's a woman I have casual sex with…"

Henry told Corey the whole story from A to Z. How he'd met Kelly, how he'd kept it a secret from Ella and all the other shit that had happened lately.

"And you're absolutely sure that Ella doesn't want more than friendship?" Corey asked sceptically after Henry had updated him.

"Unfortunately I am, man. There have been so many intimate situations...and she never made a move."

"Intimate?"

"Yeah...we have been physically and emotionally very close so often. We even had this...I don't know...sex talk...but nothing's ever happened."

"You talked about having sex?" Corey seemed to be surprised.

"Well not about the two of us having sex together. But she once told me about a special kink. Man, Corey...that was a hard conversation...literally…"

His friend chuckled. "A kinky girl, huh. What kind of kink? Spill it."

Henry sighed with a strange look on his face.

"Okay. Let me tell you the story of horny Henry and how he wanted to be Christian Gray for his sweet elf Ella"

Henry and Ella we're sitting on her couch after dinner. Henry had made a vegetarian chili and they were both completely stuffed. They were just debating about one of the big questions in life -cereals or milk first- when Ella's mobile beeped repeatedly, signaling new WhatsApp messages. She took a look at them and a wide grin spread on her pretty face.

"What?" Henry asked curiously.

"Jax just sent me a link."

"And what's so funny?"

"It's a video called "Henry Cavill reads thirst tweets"."

"Oh that...let's see." He grabbed her phone with a quick motion.

"Hey." Ella protested laughing.

Henry looked at the screen

Look what Hunter sent

😇😎

😏

https://youtu.be/fHS2cqjijIk Henry Cavill reads thirst tweets

"Who's Hunter?" Henry asked and Ella took her phone off his hand.

"Jax's brother."

"He knows about...well...that we're friends?" Henry looked at her with a frown.

"Obviously. Don't worry, he's not even...he's trustworthy." Ella gave him a wink. "So let's take a look at Mr. Cavill reading his fan's dirty fantasies."

"It's really not that spectacular…" Henry rolled his eyes, feeling a little awkward.

Ella shushed him, laughing, before she opened the link and the video started to play.

"Do you get called "daddy" a lot?" A voice asked while an extremely good looking Henry, dressed in a gray suit, his white shirt a little unbuttoned, showing off his chest hair, fished a piece of paper from a plastic container. A snort, a smirk. "On the internet. Sure."

Ella gave him a glance and a lewt smile. They watched the rest of the short clip and Ella laughed a lot, admiring Henry's funny, quick-witted answers.

"This is hilarious." she shook her head, still grinning. "Daddy."

"Oh, come on. Spare me…" Henry gave her an awkward smile. "I really don't get this daddy stuff. I mean...daddy in a sexual context...that's gross, isn't it?"

He locked eyes with Ella searching for approval. "Not really. I used to think the same way, but I learned that it's not about, I don't know… incestuous fantasies or something. I'm not an expert, but you don't imagine being with your father or your daughter. It's a roleplay and it's more about a difference in power between the sex partners. The daddy dom is in charge, dominating the baby girl and she's agreed to obey. The daddy dom is not an abuser. He takes care, is a protector and teacher, and when the little one acts like a brat he's going to discipline her...yeah...something like this." Ella cleared her throat and bit her lip, a little embarrassed now. Of course her cheeks were dark red.

Henry tilted his head with a mischievous grin.

"For not being an expert you know a lot about it."

Ella shrugged, pretending nonchalance.

"Is that your kind of kink?"

"I...well...yes, sometimes. You know, I had some kind of affair after Craig and I broke up and my lover...he showed me a new side of love. Of sex."

"New?"

"Yeah, the rough side, beyond Vanilla. Stuff I hadn't done with Craig. He showed me that it's great to be in control but that it can be even better and very relaxing to let go of control from time to time. To stop thinking and just do what you're told. To let someone take care of you, reward you, praise you and sometimes...well...punish you."

Henry had no idea why, but hearing her talk about this turned him on a lot. His dick twitched at the thought of Ella acting submissive with a dominating partner.

"Are we talking about S/M?" He realized that his voice sounded hoarse and he looked her in the eyes longer and deeper than usual.

"No. Not really. It was more a little 50-shades-of-gray-ish. Nothing extreme, all very playful, but different to what I knew. I learned a lot about me and my sexuality with him. He opened my eyes in more ways than one." Ella held his gaze and Henry felt like his skin was on fire all of the sudden. He felt jealous of the guy...of her Christian Gray...of the things he assumed they'd done together.

"And what happened? Why did the affair come to an end?"

"He had to leave London. Moved to Berlin for his job."

"I'm sorry." Henry moved a little closer to Ella shifting his position, turning his upper body to her. She did the same before answering.

"It's no big deal. As I said, it was just an affair."

"Shortly after the break up."

"Yes."

"So you were ready for a fling back then but not ready to date me?"

This caught her off guard, Henry could tell by the way she flinched slightly.

"I did date you…."

"Yeah. Once. And all I got was a rejection and a peck on the cheek." He smirked, played it cool, but his heart was racing like crazy. They had never talked about this before.

"You mean I owe you a goodnight kiss?"

"Yeah...isn't that what good girls do? Kissing daddy goodnight." Henry felt his heart pounding in his throat.

Ella raised her eyebrows. "If daddy tells them to. Of course."

Their eyes were still locked, breaths going fast, hearts racing and they started to lean in slowly.

And at this point Henry's anecdote ended.

"Hey, wait...what happened next?" Corey wanted to know with a curious look on his face.

"Then you cock-blocked me." Henry laughed.

"What? How's that?"

"I'm just kidding. My mobile rang and the moment was over. You were the caller."

"Shit. Sorry, man."

"Nevermind. I doubt that something would have happened. We had quite a few moments like this and she never kissed me." He shrugged. "It's pointless thinking about it anyway. We're friends. I'm with Kelly now. Full stop."

"You could tell Ella you love her. Maybe she just doesn't dare to make a move after she friendzoned you."

"No, I can't. She doesn't want me. Not the way I want her." And Henry's tone left no doubt that he was done with the topic.

~~~~~

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Fic: Rules of Engagement Chapter 2

Summary: Henry and Em have been friends for almost ten years and involved in a casual affair for just as long. The rules were simple: no romantic attachment and their friends and family couldn’t know. Easy enough to do right? However, when new complications emerge, Henry and Em will need to navigate this relationship of theirs, if they can even call it that. Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 04 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 06

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Emeline)

Wordcount: 4,5K

Warnings: some fluff and a tiny bit of angst

Author’s notes: I want to thank all the comments I got on the first chapter. I didn’t expect this series to get so much recognition. Thank you! Here’s chapter 02. I do hope you all enjoy it and once again I would love to read your feedback.

Chapter 02 - What are the odds?

As soon as Henry stepped out the car in front of the church, he couldn’t help but let his gaze wander, looking for Em. It was almost second nature to him by now, whenever he would meet their friends, his eyes instinctively looked for her.

This time they landed on Todd first, standing outside and holding his baby girl Sophie in his arms. Henry could already feel the smile tugging on his lips as he made his way over, adjusting his button-down and blazer in the process. Last time he had seen the girl, she had just been born, only a week before he had to travel and start shooting The Witcher, but Todd and Clara made sure to keep him updated with pictures of his future goddaughter.

“My God, mate! you’re huge!” Todd commented voice full of awe and Henry chuckled, too distracted by the baby in his friend’s arms.

There was a huge pink bow on top of her brown curly hair and her eyes were bright blue and staring at Henry as he made a couple of silly faces until he got a bubbly giggle.

“What are they doing to you?”

“You don’t want to know. Sorry, I’m late. My flight was delayed.”

“You’re not all that late. Em had wardrobe trouble and Clara is giving her a hand,” Todd said, chuckling as Henry offered his hands up to the toddler, and to his surprise, Sophie actually reached for him, asking to be taken and Henry smirked. “She’s 6 months and already under your charms,” Todd clicked his tongue, handing over the girl.

It was no secret that Henry loved children and children loved Henry. Not only that, but he was also actually good with them. Maybe it was all the nephews and nieces, maybe it was just his natural gift, but kids tended to be in his best behavior with him.

Someone’s got a booboo? Call uncle Henry to kiss it better. Crying fit over a stolen toy or a no? Uncle Henry will hold them until they feel better. Don’t want to sleep? Uncle Henry will tell stories and even do all the voices. Sugar high and need to tire them out? Uncle Henry is on the job with a good dose of Kal…

Henry truly didn’t mind being only a call away for his family and friends. Being the last-minute babysitter whenever he was in town and having a chance of spoiling them rotten. He loved being Uncle Henry but he just couldn’t wait for the day he would be the dad.

First, he needed to find a good partner but so far, his relationships had crashed and burned, some more epically than others. And Henry wasn’t getting any younger. He would hate to be one of those fathers that had their first kid in their fifties, but he was slowly approaching his forties and had yet to meet the woman he wanted to have that kind of commitment with.

Shaking himself out of those thoughts that would lead nowhere, Henry followed Todd to a sideway entrance of the church so they could go in without making much of a fuss. It seemed almost fate that just as they stepped inside, a small hidden door opened and both Clara and Em stepped out.

For a second, Henry just stared, because Em looked so beautiful in that form-fitting soft pink dress, her dark hair falling in elegant waves over her shoulders. He didn’t even notice the sigh he let out or the small snort that came from Todd.

Henry wasn’t in the habit of lying to himself, but he made an exception when it came to this because Em might be the only woman he ever really felt like he could have a long-term relationship with. They just clicked in every aspect.

She was funny and goofy, unafraid of giving him hell whenever he was getting a big head. She could be almost brutally honest at times, but Henry had become quite good at calling her out on it with just one look. Em never failed to make him laugh, and he knew that, aside from Clara, he was the only that got her to completely loosen up. And, of course, he couldn’t forget, that the sex was amazing.

Henry was still dreaming about their last encounter last month, the feel of her without any barriers, and how much trust she laid on him to even suggest such a thing. He loved her even more for it and if only she would stop being so stubborn and accept that she loved him too and that they were perfect together, Henry wouldn’t have this problem. Because he knew Em wanted kids too.

They had this conversation one drunken night about a year ago. She had just broken up with her latest boyfriend, for reasons he couldn’t remember, and came over with a bottle of bourbon ready to drown her sorrows.

It was a cool spring night and they lied in his garden watching the night sky and passing the bottle back and forth, complaining about life and love and everything in between. Kal lodged between them, snoring loudly and making them both fall in a fit of giggles every once in a while.

“Ok, confession time…” Em said, turning sideways to look at him. The way she squinted her eyes to see him made Henry laugh. “I miss the kingstache.” She traced the smooth skin of his upper lip and Henry grinned wide.

“You?” he asked in disbelief. “The one that mocked me the most? That called it a porn mustache?”

“Yes, alright?” she pouted at him knocking against Kal, alcohol impairing her coordination. The dog looked up startled and confused before slipping away from between them. “I miss it. It felt good, especially…”

“Especially what?” Henry asked, turning sideways too and now they were so close he could smell the whiskey in her breath; their noses almost bumping against one another.

“The feel of it whenever you were eating me out,” Em confessed, lip tucked between her teeth as they stared at each other. “And only you could rock a mustache like that, ok?”

“I love how honest you get when we put some alcohol in you,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her lips.

It was supposed to be just a soft peck but Em fisted his hoodie, holding him still while she explored his mouth in a sloppy kiss and Henry felt his body responding to it. The heat spreading, the stirring in his trousers but he pulled away and gave her a stern look.

“We shouldn’t. we’re drunk and nursing breakups…” he warned but she cut him off with another kiss. This one lasted longer, especially as she pressed her entire body against his, one hand coming to scratch his scalp just like Henry loved it and he moaned into the kiss.

“That’s why it’s perfect,” she mumbled. “We can fuck it out of our systems and move on… I don’t want the next guy to be a rebound.”

“Oh, but I can be? That’s lovely.” He arched an eyebrow, hurt and offended. She sat up and rolled her eyes.

“Like I wasn’t a rebound after most of your girlfriends, Hen? You know what? Forget it. I’m leaving.” Em got up in unsteady feet and Henry was by her side in a flash, helping to keep her upright. She could never hold her liquor all that well.

“You’re too drunk. Just stay here. I can get the guest room ready if you’re that pissed at me.”

“I’m not…” she sighed, resting again his chest, but looking away from him. “I really thought Alex was…”

“Really? I always knew he was a wanker.”

Henry felt the warm huff of her laugh against the exposed skin of his throat before she finally looked up at him, chin resting on his sternum, her big and warm brown eyes glassy, lids lowered, her cheeks flushed from alcohol. It was a beautiful sight and he loved how much shorter Em was; how she fitted in his embrace like she belonged there. Henry pushed the thought aside as he guided her inside and up the stairs.

“He was jealous of you, you know?” she flopped on the bed and let Henry take off her jeans, sweater, and bra. “I think he guessed that we have sex on occasion.”

Henry only hummed in reply, picking up one of his old shirts and helping her to put it on. It fit her almost like a dress, hanging almost at her knees, the neckline loose and slipping over her shoulder. He shouldn’t think it was this cute, but he couldn’t help himself. He bent closer, kissing her softly and Em sighed against his lips.

“I’m gonna grab some aspirin for you, please don’t hurl on my floor.”

She gave him a clumsy punch on the shoulder that Henry barely felt, and he chuckled all the way to the kitchen. He wished he could tell Em that he was glad Alex wasn’t the one and that he would like her to see Henry might be. They’ve been doing this for 8 years now and it was probably the longest relationship he had with anyone. If you could call periodically hooking up with a good friend a relationship.

He got back to the room and Em was already asleep, head buried on his pillow and Henry felt bad for waking her up but if she didn’t take anything right now, it would be worst in the morning. For both of them. He shook her lightly and she blinked blearily at him, but still accepting the pill he put in her hand and the sip of water he offered.

“Thanks, Hen. I love you,” she slurred, and Henry chuckled, setting the glass aside while he took off his clothes.

Em would always blurt that out when she was this drunk and it always warmed his heart, giving him hope until the bright light of the day came and he realized that no matter how many times she would say it, Em would still fight this pull between them.

“You’re welcome, love.”

He crawled in bed with her and Em immediately settled against him, tugging on his arm until Henry was spooning her, holding her tight. She was such a cuddler and he loved it. He loved to fall asleep with his nose buried in her head, inhaling the scent of sugar and spice that clung to her. He loved the feel of her warm skin and the soft snores that she never admitted she let out or the way she clung to his hand until she fell asleep.

It was sweet torture to have her like this, knowing that when morning came, Em would be out the door, both of them going their separate ways. But at least for those blissful hours, in the darkness of the night, Henry could pretend otherwise.

For a while, there was only silence and Henry thought she had fallen asleep again. He was almost drifting off himself when she spoke again.

“You will be the perfect partner for some lucky lady out there,” she whispered, her voice surprisingly coherent considering how drunk she was. “And a great dad.”

“Thanks, Em,” Henry smiled and kissed her temple.

“I’m terrified of having kids,” Em confessed quietly, turning in his arms so they could look at each other in the darkness. “I mean, I didn’t have the greatest role model for a family.”

Henry pushed some hairs away from her face, looking at the big doe eyes staring at him with a glimmer of wetness. He knew her mom left when she was very young and her dad was… well, interesting.

“Do you want to?” he asked, thumb caressing her jaw. “Have kids, I mean?” she nodded, a flitting smile sneaking into her face.

“Yeah, two,” she said softly. “Because I hated being an only child. Good thing I had Clara. How about you?”

“I always thought at least three,” he replied, smiling too. “I want my house full, just like I had growing up.”

“At least?” she cocked an eyebrow at him, and Henry chuckled and shrugged. “I guess that sounds good too, maybe a little chaotic… I mean, how would that work with you and your wife working full time?”

“I would take some time off, of course…” Henry said, lying on his back, one arm around her, the other bent beneath his head. “I’m doing pretty well financially, and I could afford to spend some time off-screen or maybe take smaller roles, local productions…”

“You really thought this out, huh?” Em asked head tilted his way and Henry nodded. He lost count how many times he envisioned this scenario, the only thing that usually changed was the face he pictured for the woman in his life. “You would turn the guest room into a nursery?”

“At first, yeah, but I definitely would want a bigger place,” he said, drawing patterns on her arm. “A little farther away from the city, with a nice kitchen and a big master bedroom. A garden so Kal can run around and the kids could have a playground, maybe even a treehouse…”

“That sounds nice, I’d like that,” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering close, her breath evening out. With one last smile, Henry kissed her brow and let himself drift off too.

That conversation had stayed with him for way longer than it should. Em didn’t remember any of it of course, but Henry did because it seeded something in his heart that he had to work hard to ignore whenever they were together.

Henry guessed it could be seen as a small blessing that their hookups weren’t happened all that often anymore, even if they were both single. He also couldn’t help but notice that when they did end up together, Em seemed to fight the pull that existed between them until she finally relented and fell in bed with him. It made him wonder what changed. Why she felt like they couldn’t have this anymore.

“Henry! You’re here!” Clara greeted him with a kiss on the cheek before she looked down at her daughter comfortably settled on his arms. “And you already charmed Sophie, I see.” She looked at Todd with a grin. “You owe me a tenner.”

Todd rolled his eyes, taking the girl from Henry so they could walk into the church with their daughter, while Henry and Em took their places at the altar, side by side and he gave her a sideways glance to have a better look at her.

“You look nice.”

“You too,” she smiled at him. Her soft, glossy lips looked so tempting that Henry had to discreetly shift his stance to adjust himself.

“What was wrong with your dress?” His gaze lingered on the generous neckline that gave a very nice view of her cleavage. “Looks really good. Especially your tits. They look bigger somehow.”

“Henry!” Em hissed sharply with a glare, but he could see she was fighting off a smile. “But you might actually be right because I busted a seam under my arm and Clara had to sew it back together.”

Before Henry could comment on anything else, the ceremony started and they returned to their best behavior. Todd and Clara brought Sophie forward, handing the girl to Henry and Em so she could be baptized and they were named her godparents.

It was hardly a surprise for them that the couple had invited them, especially because Henry had Todd as a fifth brother and he knew Em viewed Clara as a sister, but they were both honored by the invitation.

Once the ceremony was over, everyone started to head to Todd and Clara’s place for the celebration. Henry was about to ask Em for a ride since he had taken a taxi but froze when he saw her heading to a car with a guy he didn’t know.

“Hey Todd,” he caught his friend who was on his way to say goodbye to a few guests that wouldn’t be able to make to the party. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Jack,” Todd said, following Henry’s gaze, catching sight of Em chatting with the blonde man. “He’s a friend of Clara’s. He and Em met a couple of months ago.”

“They’re dating?” Henry asked with a frown and uncomfortable burn in his stomach, like acid reflux. He had to swallow hard against the urge to puke.

“I don’t know,” Todd shrugged. “But they seemed to have hit off pretty well.”

As if on cue, Em’s laugh rang loud and bright as Jack held the door open so she could slide inside, and Henry had to clench his jaw to stop himself from cursing. From the look on Todd’s face, his friend noticed.

“Need a ride?” he asked, pulling Henry’s attention back him. “My brother is heading off right now.”

“Yes, thanks.”

Henry tried to push the thoughts of Em and the Jack bloke aside, pay at least a little bit of attention to whatever Todd’s brother was droning on and on, but it seemed to be an impossible task. Fortunately, the younger man didn’t seem to need his interaction to make conversation, so Henry just hummed occasionally, looking out the window. He wondered why Em didn’t mention Jack at all last time they saw each other.

Sure, it was a quick visit, but they did talk a lot before they ended up in bed together. It would have been nice to know in advance that she was dating. Was she dating? Em didn’t strike him as the kind of woman that would hook up with someone else if she was seeing another but maybe that was why she was so reluctant to sleep with him last few times?

Before Henry could reach any conclusion, they arrived and he thanked Todd’s brother for the ride before letting his gaze wander through the small gathering of people, locating Em. She was unsurprisingly surveying the cake and pastries since her bakery provided every single treat offered at this party.

Henry didn’t taste anything yet, but he knew they were delicious. Em had a unique talent for baking and it was no wonder her store was becoming more and more popular. He knew part of it was her perfectionism. Even though her team worked with her for years now and knew exactly how she would plan tables and displays, she still needed to survey everything, making sure it was up to her standards.

He took a step in her direction, but before he could go any further, Clara called his name and caught his arm in a soft but firm grip, giving the guest she was talking to a small smile of apology before tugging him to the side.

“Just the man I wanted to see,” she smiled and for a relatively small woman, she could be very intimidating. It was something to do with her piercing blue eyes that always seemed to see right through him. “Have you met Jack?”

“Not really,” he replied in surprise and confusion. Sometimes it felt like Clara could read his mind or something.

“Let me introduce you to him, then,” Clara said, pulling him along and Henry didn’t have in him to protest. He was after all curious about the man. “And please, be nice and make an effort to like him.”

“What does it matter if I like him or not?”

Clara turned to face Henry, her eyes narrowed as she stared him down, and weirdly enough, Henry felt like shrinking into himself at the weight of her stare. No wonder she was such an amazing prosecutor. That one stare was enough to make him want to confess all his crimes.

“So, you don’t know?”

“Know what?” Henry asked. This was one of the most cryptic conversations he had ever had, and he had to do interviews about DCEU without giving any spoilers. Clara heaved a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’re Em’s judge.”

“Sorry, I’m what?”

“Em’s judge. For a man’s character. If you don’t like a man she’s seeing or interested in, she’ll dump their arse like a hot potato. You never noticed?”

“No! Clara, that’s… insane! I have no saying in who Em dates.” Henry huffed an awkward breath as he watched his friend. She could not be serious, but from the way she was looking at him, he knew she met every word.

“We both know you don’t have to say anything.” Clara rolled her eyes at him. “Honestly, I’m surprised that Alex lasted as long as he did considering your face turned sour everything time he was around. It was like you had shit stuck under your nose. But regardless if you believe it or not, could you make an effort with Jack? I really think he could be great for Em.”

“Fine!” Henry sighed just wanting to get out of this conversation. “But not right now. I haven’t eaten in six hours and I’m starting to get dizzy.”

“Thank you!” She flashed him a bright smile. “Head to the kitchen and grab something. Brunch will still be a while.” She came to her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before walking away before Henry could even process what was happening.

Henry stood there for a few moments like gaping fish, still trying to wrap his head around the entire conversation but giving up because when it came to Clara, she was lightyears ahead of them on some things. He might as well do what he was told and get a snack before he passed out.

To Henry’s surprise, when he got to the kitchen, he found Em at the sink, finishing up a sandwich that she handed him as soon as he stepped closer.

“What’s this?”

“Toasted wheat bread, no crust, turkey slices, and that tasteless cheese you actually like. Honey mustard, but no mayo,” she said, leaning against the counter and giving him a smile when Henry’s stomach rumbled. “I figured you didn’t have time to grab a bite to eat at the airport...”

“I didn’t. Thanks,” he grinned at her, taking a bite and groaning loudly, making Em chuckle.

“Settle down, Cavill. It’s not that good,” she joked, popping a piece of turkey on her mouth, but grimacing. “Urgh, this taste like cardboard.”

“You’re ok?” he frowned at Em.

“Yeah, just feeling a little queasy all morning,” she replied. “But I have to eat something or my blood sugar gonna plummet.”

Abandoning his sandwich for a second, Henry moved closer to her, resting the back of his hand against her forehead and then neck, frowning lightly.

“You are a little hot.”

“Thanks,” she flashed him a cheeky smile that made Henry chuckle.

“You know what I mean.” He cupped her cheek and it was a testament of how bad she much be feeling if Em was actually letting her guard down and allowing this small intimate moment in a place anyone could walk in on them. “You might be coming down with something.”

“Fuck! I hope not. This is one of my busiest months,” she let out a long exhale, and maybe it was just Henry’s wishful thinking, but he thought Em might have stepped closer, almost leaning into him and all he wanted was to take her in his arms and hold her.

“Am I interrupting?” Clara cleared his throat, making them both jump and turn to stare at her guiltily as she looked at them with a knowing smirk.

Henry wondered why she seemed to be everywhere. He knew it was this sort of gift every great hostess had but it could be very annoying when all he wanted was some privacy with Em.

“No,” Em recovered first, stepping away from Henry. “I’m just not feeling well, and Henry was checking up on me.”

Clara just hummed, coming closer and mimicking Henry’s actions, her brow drawing into a frown.

“I don’t think you have a fever, but you’re a little hot. Maybe it’s just that time of the month?” she asked, giving Henry a sideways glance.

“No, I had my period…” Em trailed off with a thoughtful frown as if she couldn’t exactly recall and Clara chuckled.

“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d joke you’re pregnant,” Clara teased with a smile. “I mean, the bloating and nausea and all that? Anyway, just lie down for a while. You’re probably just overworked.”

Once again, Clara was gone like a quick whirlwind, leaving Henry and Em to stare at each other in shock. He knew his eyes were wide and he was stunned into silence. Em just looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“No!” she snapped once Henry recovered enough to try to say something. “Don’t even think it, Henry. It was once and I have an IUD. It can’t be.”

“You’re right,” he agreed quickly, but his heart was still thundering in his chest, his hands sweaty and he could barely breathe, terror and excitement mingled together in his chest, but he didn’t dare to voice it. Not when Em looked like she was about to throw up.

“Clara’s right. I’m just tired,” she sounded like she was trying to convince herself, not Henry. “I just need a good night of sleep. That’s all. So, we’re not gonna talk about this, because it’s impossible. What are the odds of actually happening?”

Less than 1 percent, Henry found out later, once he was at home and couldn’t sleep, still thinking about the entire thing. He googled it to calm his nerves, surprised by the hint of disappointment he felt at learning it was next to impossible. It wasn’t enough to stop him from thinking and wondering, though.

Enough so that when he heard the sound of his doorbell, Henry nearly jumped out of his skin. It was a noise he practically had forgotten about since Kal would always announce newcomers way before they could ring it. But Kal was back in Budapest. It didn’t make sense to bring him over when Henry would only be staying a day.

Henry glanced at his clock, frowning at the late hour as he made his way downstairs and pulled his door open. Em pushed her way inside, her face tearstained and a mask of fury as she threw something his way. Henry caught by reflex, before staring at her in confusion.

“I hate you, Cavill! I fucking hate you!” she declared, sniffling and hugging herself.

“Em, what…?” he didn’t get to finish his question, because she gestured at the object he was still holding. Henry finally looked down, eyes widening when he realized it was a pregnancy test. One of those pharmacy types and it was positive.

“I did five of them. All positive,” she said, rubbing her face dry and glaring at him. “Damn you and your fucking Superman sperm!”

Henry stared at her wordless, still clinging to the white stick in his hand.

“What are we gonna do?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t know how.

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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 3 years

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Fortune’s Rule, Part Four

And here it is, the final section of Fortune’s Rule! I hope you enjoy! I don’t know, maybe “enjoy” isn’t the right word for this story. You’ll see what I mean.

Part One, Two, Three

Pairing: Damian Priest x OFC

Word count: 2,615

Content advisory: smut, dark/ supernatural themes, brief references to drug addiction

The next night, you have a narcotics anonymous meeting before work. There are two new people and normally you like to know what spurs a person to come here, quietly hoping that one of them will have a story as horrible as yours so that you can finally confess to someone.

You need to get it outside of you.

Damian’s voice has been echoing in your head since you left him last night. Although he didn’t specifically say that this meant confession, you don’t know how else it would work. Would that even work, though? Just because you tell your truth, does that mean that it’s no longer locked up inside you? Or does it get locked back in and just hang like a toxic cloud over everyone you tell it to. It’s not like it’s safe for you to chance it.

You know that certain people are required to keep your secrets. And technically speaking, you don’t know that you’ve done anything illegal. Immoral, yes. Plus there’s a chance that someone is looking for the money you carry around your body like a lodestone.

You want to tell Damian. Part of you wonders if you even need to tell him, or if he knows your sordid story already. He knows something. He knew something when he put his face between your legs last night. He knew you had a bad story attached to you but he still said that you deserved to feel relaxed.

What you want most of all is to see him again. Your body hasn’t stopped buzzing. Even when you slept- much better than usual- you dreamed of him, of his touch and dark eyes, of him leading you forward through foggy ground, leading you out of the woods where you’d been trapped.

You stay quiet during the meeting, lost in your thoughts, and leave as soon as things are officially over. Often when you have a meeting, you’re a few minutes late for work because you chat a little with the other penitents. This time, you’re a few minutes early.

It’s not a busy night, so you find yourself staring across the street, waiting for signs of life. They never materialize. A few guys hang around until late, one of them obviously trying to chat you up, but by about quarter to two, they go on their way and you can lock up.

You drag out the closing process, looking out the window frequently to no avail. Finally, you have to leave in order to stop yourself from spending the whole night sitting in the dark and waiting for him to arrive.

In a last, desperate move, you dart across the street and ring the doorbell.

“Damian,” you call softly, “it’s me. Can I come in?”

But there’s no answer. You feel like he’s in there somewhere, like his dark energy swirls around you like a vortex. Nothing but silence.

So you trudge away home. Tonight, your body feels heavy and cumbersome. The electricity that’s been coursing through you for 24 hours dissipates into a deep ache. You drag yourself to bed feeling old and broken down. Your ribs are sore. Your back is sore. Your legs are sore.

Your head pulses and it feels like there are bits of sand or glass pressing into your scar, as if it was still an open wound. Sleep comes at you thick and dreamless. You’re aware that you are alone in the dark, steeling yourself for your monsters to approach, but in the end you’re alone, oppressed by the quiet and loneliness. In a way, it’s worse than the nightmares.

This is not restful sleep. You try to take a nap the next day but it doesn’t quite happen. So you drink too much coffee and spend hours jittery and anxious. You’re early for work again because you need something to do and you tell yourself that you can keep your eyes off the shop across the street, even though you know it’s a lie. Even when people start to arrive, you’re cutting glances out the window. Around 11:30, the sign flashes to life and it’s all you can do to stop yourself from throwing all your customers out immediately so that you can see him.

Be good, you tell yourself. He’s there and that means you can see him again.

A number of people pass in and out of his shop and you hate every single one of them for getting to spend time with him while you’re stuck here. It feels like hours before the place empties out even though it’s only one. You clean up faster than you ever have before and sprint across the street.

The doorbell is answered immediately when you ring and you feel such relief when you step across the threshold that you want to cry out. But then it’s immediately supplanted by more anxiety.

Damian appears with a thin bohemian looking woman, his hand resting affectionately on her shoulder. The look she gives you makes it clear that she hates seeing you there as much as you hate seeing her. Damian ushers her outside, leaning through the door so that you can’t make out what he says to her nor if he touches her as they say their good nights.

He steps back inside, locking the door and heading back to the cash without acknowledging you.

After a moment, he glances up, grinning and rubbing at his chin.

“Another satisfied customer,” he purrs.

You stand there, dumbfounded, staring at his pleased expression, wishing that you could melt like a candle on the spot. He fiddles with his cash register, counting out some bills and putting them in his pocket. Finally, he looks up at you, his expression confused, like you’re behaving very strangely.

“Something the matter?” He asks casually.

“I didn’t realize…” You’re at a loss for how to continue. It hadn’t occurred to you that there were other women in the picture. It hadn’t occurred to you that what he did to you was just something he did. It hadn’t even occurred to you that you had been eager to see him because you’d felt that something special had happened between you.

“You thought that we were a couple?”

“No,” you insist, “that’s not it. I just didn’t know it was something you did for everyone.”

He laughs. “Well it’s not something I do for everyone. But if that’s what’s needed then it’s a service I’m happy to provide.”

“A service,” you repeat dumbly. “I guess maybe I should pay you, then.”

“I told you it was on the house.” He quirks an eyebrow. “You’re really mad.”

“No. I should go.”

“Stay,” he purrs. “Come in back with me. We’ll talk.”

“Talk.”

He pulls aside the curtain to the back room and leans against the door frame. There’s something feral about him, and you have to admit that part of what makes him so intensely desirable is that he gives off this untameable air. So you bow your head a little and once again enter the red-lit room where he first put you under his spell.

He strolls over to the bathroom and you see him swig some mouthwash before he comes to join you. Most men would make some effort to conceal what they’d been doing or what they expect to be doing with you but Damian clearly couldn’t care less. He walks over to where you’re seated at his divining table and places a long hand at the side of your head and leans down to speak.

“I’m glad you came,” he whispers, his lips fluttering against your skin.

He takes his place on the other side of the table but there are no cards, no attempts to see your palm, no crystal ball.

“I guess I thought maybe I was special,” you grumble.

“You are special.”

“You know what I mean. Special enough that you might want to focus on me for a bit.”

“Who says I don’t?”

“Ok, this is going nowhere.”

“Your scar is brighter.”

“What do you mean brighter?” Reflexively, you touch your hand to your forehead and are a little surprised at how the mark seems very cold to the touch.

“It looks brighter when you’re hurting. It didn’t have any kind of light in it when you left the other night and I was hoping I did a good enough job to spare you at least a few more days of pain.”

“It’s just a headache,” you answer, noticing for the first time that your head is hurting quite a bit.

“You know that’s not the kind of pain I meant.”

“Right, you’re concerned about the pain in my soul.”

“Aren’t you?”

“Not at the moment.” The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes until something simply comes out of you unbidden. “I think I lost my soul in the accident.”

Damian raises his eyebrows as if he’s shocked, although somehow you get the feeling he isn’t. “Was the accident your fault?”

“No,” you tell him, shaking your head to emphasize your point, “definitely not. It was stupid that I was even around. I shouldn’t have been there.”

“So why were you?”

“I don’t know,” you groan. “I was with my boyfriend. I just sort of did whatever he did. I didn’t think much about it.”

“But he’s not the reason you think you’ve lost your soul.”

You shake your head, memories of the woods, the sound and the smell of the river, of how cold and wet you were, of how heavy the satchel of money felt whenever you tried to move, all those memories push in on you with all their weight until you feel tears leaking from your eyes. You hug your bag with the remains of your fortune, Cynthia’s furious appeals for help ringing off the inside of your skull.

Your vision is blurred and so you don’t notice that Damian is in front of you until he lifts you to your feet and kisses you, his tongue licking the tears from your lips. You shouldn't give into him so easily, but it’s like his kiss makes you feel alive again and the heat of his body dissolves the heavy chill that’s settled over you.

As the two of you pull apart, you see his eyes flash towards a corner of the room that has another curtain.

“Is that the inner sanctum?” You joke quietly.

“That’s where I sleep.” He strokes along your jaw, tilting your head back to face him. “Would you like to see?”

“Am I allowed?”

“You are when I invite you. And if you want to.”

You nod and his lips are on yours again, more passionate and energetic. He guides you to the part of the room hidden behind the thick tapestry and gently pushes you down on the enormous bed which is practically the only thing there. He lights a few candles that are in the windows before crawling over you, one hand roaming under your shirt and up your chest until he catches your breast, pinching and lightly twisting the nipple as he plants a delicate string of kisses on the underside of your jaw.

“You sure you want this?” He asks, his voice deeper than ever.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

He slides your shirt off and licks at your nipples while he reaches down to rid you of your skirt as well. You kick off the worn boots you have on as he sheds his own shirt. You’re almost unable to move as your eyes hungrily admire his carved, tattooed body, but your fingers fumble their way to his belt buckle of their own accord, working with him to loosen it and remove his pants. He’s wearing nothing underneath and so you’re immediately greeted by his cock, a few shades darker than the skin of his body, long and taut like the rest of him.

You lean forward to take him in your mouth, reveling in the earthy taste of him, the drops of precum that oil your tongue while you sigh and him around him. He lets out a series of low, lusty sounds before grabbing your hair and pulling you off him, throwing you back against the bed.

The second your back hits the mattress, it’s like you black out for a second, it’s like you fall right back into your brain, into the memory of your night in the woods, so vividly that you feel that same buzzing sensation through your whole body as you fell asleep there, of how aware you were of the too-bright moon fading to darkness over your shivering form.

Then you’re back in Damian’s bed with him, the steady flames of the candles putting stars in your eyes. The man pins both your arms with one of his and draws his prick through the soaked flesh of your sex.

“You ready for this?”

“Yes,” you whine.

He pushes in hard and rough, biting down on your throat and the insides of your arms while he pounds into you. It’s almost enough to be uncomfortable. Almost. You can feel the orgasm building inside you with every stroke and touch, building for what feels like an impossible length of time. It’s like your body is rising and tightening as it approaches the threshold of ecstasy like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Damian’s gorgeous body is damp with sweat but he shows no signs of tiring. In fact, it’s like he gains energy the longer and harder he fucks you.

“Do you feel that?” He pants, his dark eyes gleaming, the candlelight reflected in their depths.

At first, you don’t know what he means but then you feel the orgasm break over you at the same time as he releases inside you. But that’s not all. He continues to move and the feeling of your orgasm goes on, not in waves but at a constant pitch until you’re so sensitive that the movements are as painful as they are pleasurable. He too appears to plateau indefinitely, his sounds and movements increasingly wild and bestial.

He presses a heavy hand over your face, pushing your eyelids closed.

There you are under the moon in the forest, crouched on the ground. You’re staring at your own form, wrapped around the bag of money, taking shelter behind the fallen tree. It’s like seeing yourself while you sleep but that’s not it. You can still feel the pain in your limbs but it’s fading, your nerves going numb. You’re colder than you’ve ever been, freezing.

You sit there and watch your unmoving body, feeling the sensation draining from it.

Damian slides his hand down to your throat, squeezing lightly and bringing you back to him, just for a second. Then you’re thrown back to watching. And you stare as the body, your body, shudders and the air hisses from it. Blood drips from the wound on your head, onto the tree trunk and down to the ground, splattering the leaves beneath. You look into your own glazed eyes. They do not look back.

“Where are you?” Damian snarls, his movements finally slowing a little.

“I’m in the forest,” you croak, shuddering at the pain in your head and ribs, which feel like they’ve been crushed.

“Where are you?” He hisses again, licking your cheek and nipping the flesh.

The realization is like a blow. “Dead,” you rasp.

His movements still at last and he lifts himself over you, his entire eyes black with flames trapped inside them.

“Where are you?” He asks a final time.

You cry a little, afraid of what’s to come, but finally you speak.

“In hell.”

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Water under the bridge

Summary: Dean has it all. The looks. The money. He’s the most popular guy on campus. You are all he’s not. Shy. Nerdy. A loner. One day a pair of green eyes land on you and your life changes…

Pairing: Student!Dean x Student!Reader, Student!Sam x Student!Reader (platonic/best friends), mentions of Jess, Cassie, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, language, shy reader, jealous Dean, unrequited feelings, bitchy college girls, bullying, the reader is nerdy and smart, injured reader, sad reader

A/N: This is a College AU I wanted to write for a while.

Words: 3,9 k

The day you met Sam Winchester was the best in your life. At first, you thought he tries to make fun of you like every handsome guy at Stanford, but Sam honestly wanted to talk to you.

He’s smart, caring and a ray of sunshine and for over a year he’s your best friend – to be honest, he’s your only friend.

Whenever you are down Sam can pick you up and make you laugh. The best thing is – Sam is determined and takes his study seriously as you do.

While you and Sam get along more than well, his big brother is another story.

Sam is a freshman, that’s the reason you got to know him one year ago, but you know his brother for around three years, and he’s a pain in the ass for sure.

Dean has it all. The looks. The money. He’s the most popular guy on campus.

You are all he’s not. Shy. Nerdy. A loner. When you first arrived at Stanford you dared to park your old Mustang too close to his beloved Impala and since then – you are invisible to him.

Dean even ran you over a few months ago without apologizing. He simply shrugged his shoulders and ran toward his friends who laughed about you.

“Something wrong, Y/N?” Sam’s voice brings you back to reality. You tend to daydream close to Dean. It’s not as if you ever had the chance to – but you dream about kissing him. “Y/N…”

“I am fine. Let’s get back to the last page and call it a day.” Sam nods, giving you his brightest smile. He would never say a thing, but he knows about your feelings for his brother.

“Hot date?” Teasing you Sam nudges your side. “Do I know the guy?”

“Sure. It’s Chris Evans, but he’s not alone. Sebastian Stan is with him this time.” Chortling you give Sam a wink. “You know no guy would ever date me.”

“That’s not true, Y/N. I would date you anytime.” Scrunching up your nose you shake your head.

“Eek! You are like a little brother to me.” Faking a sigh Sam nods silently.

“Pity. I could rock your world, Pinkie.” A groan leaves your lips at the nickname, but you smile at Sam.

“You know it’s true, Sammy. I am not like other girls. I am nerdy, shy and awkward around guys. I never had a date, Sam. Not a single time a guy invited me.” Closing the book, you give your friend a cracked smile. “I am used to be the one the boys laugh about.”

“I know you will not believe me, but you are beautiful. Jess said you should not wear your hair in a bun, take your glasses off and stop wearing wide clothes! She saw your curves and got jealous.” Sam tries to cheer you up, but you brush his word off.

“I am not beautiful nor sexy. I appreciate your words, I really do, but please stop lying, Sammy.” While you talk to your friend his big brother walks into the kitchen of their shared apartment.

“Only me gets to call him like that,” Dean grumbles and you want to hide under a stone as he eyes you up and down, snorting.

“I allowed her to call me like that. She’s my friend, my best friend and I would appreciate you leave her alone.” Sam grits his teeth, glaring at his brother as Dean won’t stop roaming your body with his eyes.

“A little kid is your friend? She barely looks like a woman. You sure she’s not a toddler?” Dean smirks, searching your face but all he can see are tears well-up and he swallows hard.

“That’s enough!” Slamming his fist onto the table Sam wants to jump up but you hold him back.

“Sam…I suggest we meet at my apartment to study. I don’t think your brother wants a toddler around.” Blinking the tears away you grab your books to run toward the door, not even saying goodbye to your friend.

“Great job, Dean! It’s not as if she does have low self-esteem as no guy ever asked her out.” Snarling the words Sam shakes his head. “A guy like you who had several one-nighters can’t understand her situation, I get it.”

“Sammy…”

“Don’t you dare to Sammy me, asshole! This is my best friend. She always helps me and Jess. You don’t have the right to make fun of her only as she’s smart and shy. I prefer one Y/N over all your sexy chicks. They are not worth the dirt under my friend’s shoes.”

Grabbing his books Sam rushes toward his room, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

“Sammy…” Sighing Dean falls onto the chair you occupied moments ago. Your pen still lies on the table and Dean plays with it, still feeling the warmth of your hand.

Over the weekend you hide in your apartment, eat cold pizza and try to forget Dean’s words. You knew he would never look at someone like you twice but he didn’t have to be cruel.

A guy like Dean doesn’t understand how it feels to always be left outside alone.

Your whole life you felt like you didn’t belong.

Your sister is beautiful and self-confident while you are shy and never felt confident enough to talk to a boy.

Sam is an exception. He was the one talking to you first. Jess is a lucky girl, not that you envy her or anything. Sam is like a brother to you but sometimes you wish that Dean would be at least one bit like his brother.

“Forget about him, Y/N. It’s not as you ever had a chance with Dean…” Taking a bite of your cold pizza you look at the picture of you and your sister.

You always stood in her shadow. Born first she already had her place in your family.

She always addressed you as her nerdy baby sister. In the beginning, when you were younger, you thought it’s cute or just to make sure everyone knows she’s your big sister but over the years you realized Justine did it to make you feel small and awkward around her friends.

One day you stopped hanging out with her and stayed in your room, watching your sister and her friends behind a curtain.

Your parents didn’t help you become more self-confident either. Not even your grades made them see you. All they saw was your cheerleader sister and her scholarship.

It’s a shame you were glad to move out to go to Stanford. Still, you miss your family and would love to visit them over the holidays, but they will be away to visit Justine and her boyfriend.

Lost in your self-pity you hear your doorbell ring and you sigh heavily, believing Sam didn’t give up after calling you for around twenty times.

You know your friend means well, but you need a few days to yourself to forget about all the hurtful things Dean said.

“Sammy.” Opening the door, you want to slam it shut when you see the wrong brother stands in front of your apartment. “Go away.”

“I got your pencil, Pinkie,” Dean mutters. “Let me in.”

“You can keep it and only Sammy is allowed to call me like that…” Dean won’t budge. He’s pressing his shoulder against your door, making you gasp at the effort to try to close the door.

“Let me in!”

“Why…?” Grunting you must watch Dean shove you aside to enter your apartment. “Go home!”

“Damn, Sweetheart…” Wrinkling your forehead at the pet name you point toward the door.

“You’ve got pizza and a huge TV!” Snickering Dean sits onto your couch, props his feet onto your table as he stuffs your pizza into his mouth.

“Why are you here?” Closing the door, you glance at the bag Dean dropped to the floor. “Dean?”

“Sammy kicked me out. Said I must apologize to you before I can come back. I am your guest over holidays, Y/N. What will we watch?” Craning his neck Dean shrugs as you stand in your living room, too shocked to react.

“What do you mean with you are my guest? Get out of my apartment.” Smirking Dean lazily licks his lips. You forgot you are only in your boy shorts and a top and he gets a glimpse of your cleavage.

“I must say, I like the view. Now come over here and eat something. Pizza is great.” Throwing your hands up in surrender you walk toward your couch to sit far away from Dean.

“Is it true?”

Confused you glance at Dean who switches the TV on. “TRUE?”

“That you never fucked…” Gaping at Dean, mouth hanging open you can feel your chest tightening. “I mean didn’t you find a guy to pop your cherry.”

“That’s none of your business.” Grumbling you grab your blanket to cover your chest and legs.

“Hmm…” Nodding thoughtfully Dean eyes you up and down. “You’re not that bad.”

“Last time I was a toddler to you. Now go and leave me alone. Your friends bullied me enough for this month.” Not meeting Dean’s eyes, you try to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Bully you?” Now Dean shuts off the TV to search your face. “Making a dumb joke isn’t bullying, Sweetheart.”

“For you, Dean. If you call a girl nerdy, ugly and scratch ‘holy virgin’ into her car it’s not making a joke – it’s bullying.” Wiping a few tears away you sniffle silently. “I will have to pay a lot of money to fix my car.”

“They scratched something into your car?” Furrowing his brows Dean tosses the pizza into the carton. “Y/N?”

“Cassie is always the one starting things. She and Lisa talk the guys of your little group into ruining my stuff. First, it was my locker. Then someone stole my old laptop and now my car. It’s always the same…” Shrugging you bring your knees to your chest. “They all have a lot of money, I don’t.”

“Did you tell the dean? I mean you could call the cops or something.” Dean genuinely tries to help you but all you do is brushing him off.

“Sure, Dean. Who do you think will they believe? The nerdy girl needing a scholarship or the rich princess? Her daddy paid for the library by the way.”

Crossing your arms over your chest you glare at Dean. “I tried…okay. After they scratched worthless scum into the locker I told the dean of the faculty. I had a witness, the janitor.”

“What happened?” Scooting closer Dean places his hand onto your thigh but you flinch away. “Y/N?”

“Nothing happened. The janitor lost his job and it got even worse. I called in sick for two weeks only to have a break.” Sniffling you wipe the tears away. “’s okay. One day I am out of here and don’t have to see them again.”

“Sweetheart…” Dean tries to touch your cheek to wipe the tears away, but you slap his hand away.

“Don’t make fun of me. Stop acting as if you care about me. I am the nerdy loser your brother likes - nothing else. Close the door when you leave…” Grabbing your blanket you run toward your bedroom to get away from Dean.

“Shit…son of a bitch…” Dialing his brother's number Dean squares his jaw. “Sammy…she doesn’t want me here. What do you mean with you don’t care?”

Hours passed and you roll over on your bed only to bump into a hard chest. Screaming you push against the man occupying your bed.

“Get out! What are you doing here…?” Dean’s not impressed. Shrugging he closes his eyes to get more sleep but you push him again.

“Your couch is too hard to sleep on. Now shut your pretty mouth and let me sleep.” Smirking he nudges your side and you slap his hand away. “You’re sexy in your nightgown.”

“What the fuck, Dean!” Clutching your blanket to your chest you give the cocky guy in your bed a disapproving look.

“That was the sexiest dirty look ever, Sweetheart. Now sleep and tomorrow I’ll have a look at your car. I am good with cars and my hands.”

Groaning you turn your back toward Dean only for him to move closer to look at the tattoo at your shoulders.

“Wings?” Tracing the lines of the tattoo Dean smiles as he can see the goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

“I always wished I could just fly away, you know. My parents always adored my sister, just like everyone else. I was invisible and wanted to get away. I like fairies…they are pretty and gracile…”

“Hmmm…” His fingers slide to the other wing as you keep on talking.

“My grandma, she liked fairies too. She bought me one for birthday or Christmas till her death. She liked me the most.” Sniffling you press your blanket to your chest. “Since then I was mostly alone.”

“Sammy likes you. He kicked me out and yelled at me. My brother never did such a thing before. I assume you are a good friend…no a great one.”

Scooting closer Dean looks at the word written under the wings. ‘Alone’ stands in 'bleeding' letters under the wings and Dean’s stomach tightens.

“Can you not be that close? I don’t want to infect you with my awkwardness or something.” Voice bitter your hide your face in your pillow. “I will call Sam tomorrow and make sure I tell him you apologized.”

“Y/N…I am sorry.”

“No, you’re not, Dean.”

“I made breakfast.” Pointing toward the only chair in your kitchen Dean smirks. “I made pancakes, coffee, and bacon.”

“Why?”

“Uh-” Shrugging Dean points toward the plate. “To thank you for letting me sleep in your bed and not strangling me.”

“I am not strong enough to strangle you.” Poking the food with your fork you glance at Dean. “I texted Sam. You can go home.”

“No, no…Sweetheart. I promised to have a look at your car. I help at a garage in town and can use it to work on my car. I can ask Bruce to let me fix your car for free.” Giving you his brightest smile Dean tries to cheer you up but you look away.

“I told you to leave me alone. I don’t know if this is another sick plan coming from Cassie or Lisa, but I will no fall for your lies.” Shoving the plate away you leave the kitchen. “I know guys like you. They never help me or are nice to someone like me.”

“Y/N wait…” Cursing Dean runs after you to cup your face. “I like you…okay. I was a fool but till last month I believed Sammy and you are a thing. I…I like you a lot.” Dean presses his lips to yours and you are too shocked to push him away.

“Dean…”

“You’re so beautiful and smart. Damn, I dreamed of kissing your lips for over four years by now, but you always ignored me.” Narrowing your eyes, you push Dean away.

“I wasn’t the one running you over without apologizing, Winchester. Don’t believe a second you can fool me.” Wiping Dean’s taste off your lips you turn around. “It’s not fair to trick me like that.”

“God, Y/N. I was drunk back then. I ran you over and there was only a blurred image of a person. I stumbled toward my friends and that’s all I remember…” Dean stammers. “Listen. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I do like you.”

“Sure. Pigs can fly and I am the queen of Great Britain.” Snickering Dean wraps his arms around your waist. He’s pecking your neck while you try to break out of his embrace.

“I don’t know about flying pigs, but you would make a nice queen. Now let’s eat breakfast and I’ll have a look at your car.”

“Those assholes! I swear if someone would do this to my Baby they would be dead a second later!” Dean slides his fingers over your car, cursing as someone scratch the hood, driver’s door, and trunk. “I think I can fix this, Sweetheart.”

“The scratches are pretty deep. They took their time to make sure the damage is…” Pointing toward the ugly words you sniffle.

“Cassie wanted to make sure I know she is the one making my life living hell. See the tiny C next to every line?” Nodding Dean slides his finger of the C, hating he ever liked Cassie.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fix this for you. I will talk to Cassie to make sure she leaves you the fuck alone. I never thought she would pull such a stunt.”

“Seriously? She bullies every girl who is not in her ‘fan club’.” Deadpanning you gasp as Dean cups your face to press his lips to yours. “Dean…”

“Gosh, I am hungry. How about lunch and we can talk about your car and how you met Sammy.” Grabbing your hand Dean leads you toward his car, smirking as you admire his Impala. “Come on. Get in, Sweetheart.”

You spend the weekend with Dean. Between telling you terrible jokes, asking you what Cassie and Lisa did to you and kissing you he promised to not be a little shit any longer.

When Monday comes you walk into the library to meet up with Jess only to run into Cassie and Lisa. They look pissed and your stomach tightens.

“Did you honestly believe Dean Winchester would give a shit on you? We were laughing so hard about you – pathetic little slut.” Smirking Cassie slaps your cheek.

“He only kissed you to make fun of you, toddler. I bet you got wet and believed he would fuck you! Stupid little girl. This was my plan.” Lisa snickers and you need to hold back the tears.

“Go run home to his little brother but be aware Sam only spends his time with you to use you for his study. No one likes you – and no one will ever like you…”

Barely hearing anything else but your heartbeat in your ears you run out of the library. Stumbling blindly out of the building you run toward the exit. You can’t stay here and watch Dean laugh about you.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Dean calls your name but you dash forward, not stopping once as he runs after you. “Y/N!”

“What the…Dean?” Sam gasps as Dean runs after you. “Y/N?”

Your feet carry you fast down the street and you are too busy to wipe the tears away to see Cassie’s friends stand on the sidewalk.

“Look at the little girl running home.” One of them tries to grab your arm but you slap his hand away and his friend pushes against your shoulders, causing you to stumble backward.

You can’t react at all, can’t stop your fall or the car hitting you. “Y/N! NO!” Sam outruns his brother to rush to your side. “Someone call 911!”

“You! I will kill you!” While Dean is busy to beat the guy pushing you into a pulp Sam whispers soothing words into your ear as he tries to stop the bleeding at your forehead.

“DEAN! I need your help. Stop beating that asshole! We have enough witnesses to get him arrested. Now help me stop the bleeding.”

Sam strokes your cheek, tries to make you smile but your head hurts and you still hear Cassie’s words in your mind.

“Why did you run away?” Sam whispers sitting onto the bed next to you. “Pinkie?”

“Cassie, she told me…” Choking on your words you tell Sam everything that happened over the weekend. That you believed Dean’s lies and that he must’ve laughed about you with his friends.

“I will be right back, okay. Jess will come here after classes. She asked how you are doing.” Nodding you give Sam a cracked smile. “I swear nothing Cassie said about me or Jess is true.”

“I know…”

Dean is pacing in front of your room, grunting as he must watch Sam touch your cheek and whisper something into your ear.

“Finally!” When Sam leaves your room, his brother is ready to attack him. “Stop touching, Y/N! She’s mine and you can’t get all cozy with her. I am her boyfriend!” Dean yells glaring at his baby brother. “You will never touch her again.”

“Dean.” Sighing Sam shakes his head. “That’s the least thing Y/N needs. She got hurt.” Glancing at your hospital room Sam blinks the tears away. “Physically and emotionally, Dean. How could you do this to her?”

“I did nothing.” Grumbling Dean steps closer to your room, looking at you lie in your bed while the nurse checks on your head.

“Don’t lie to me! Cassie told her everything. How can she know you called Y/N toddler and kissed her? Huh?” Poking his finger into Dean’s chest Sam grits his teeth. “She knew everything.”

“This can’t be. I only told Brady about what happened over the holidays. I asked him for advice on how to show Y/N I like her. He would never…” Grumbling Dean looks at his brother. “I swear I didn’t trick her…”

“Prove it! But for now – stay away from my friend.” Sam storms into your room, slamming the door into his big brother’s face.

Dean had to wait another hour before he could sneak into your room. Now he’s inside, offering you roses but you refuse to even look at him.

“Sweetheart.” Sighing Dean sits next to you on the bed. “I swear she lied. I asked Brady for advice and told him what I did. I… I thought you like me, and you know I like you…”

“I don't want to talk about that - it's all water under the bridge now". You sniffle silently. "I will never mean shit to you."

“Y/N, please look at me. I…I love you. I fell for you the moment you tripped over my feet and gave me a dirty look. I was just to chicken to admit my feelings.” Rubbing your back Dean looks at your broken arm.

“You don’t want me. How could you like someone like me? A nerdy virgin who doesn’t even know how to kiss…” Sniffling you blink the tears away.

“I…fuck it.” Leaning closer Dean brushes his lips over your ear shell to whisper something into your ear. “I never had sex before, Y/N.”

“What?” Eyes wide you look at Dean. “But…but Sammy said you…I mean…” Flustered Dean clears his throat.

“I had a blowjob or a handjob but I never…I mean you know…” Dean’s face is bright red and you slowly sit up to touch his cheek.

“You never?” Shaking his head Dean pecks your lips. “I mean oral is sex too…”

“Crap, Y/N. Can you stop making fun of me? I never had my cock inside a vagina…there…I said it.” Giggling you wrap your arm around his neck. “But I’d like to do it with you one day.”

“Cassie lied?” Humming Dean wraps his arms around you. “She’s a bitch.”

“So…can I bring you home and we watch TV and eat cold pizza? We could invite Sammy and Jess over and call it a party.”

“Only if you pay for a fresh pizza.” Nodding Dean grins before his lips claim yours in a soft kiss. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Sweetheart…”

>>Part 2 - Dancing in the moonlight

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Recipe for a Perfect Christmas - Part 9

Title: Recipe for a Perfect Christmas Part: 9/12 Theme: Day #9: Tree / Decorating Fandom / Character(s): AEW / Nick Jackson x OFC Warnings: None. A little cursing? Word Count: 4,585 Soundtrack: Spotify Previously: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Summary: In the space of six months, Natalie Gibbs lost her fiancé, her job, her apartment, and what little bit of cheer she had. Moving back home after being on her own for years, she hopes to get back on her feet after the holidays. But a nosy best friend, a stubborn coot of a father, and a handsome new neighbor might change her plans, her holidays, and her life. Notes: My entry for day 9 of @12daysofchristmas

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Part 9 – Grown A Little Colder

Natalie stared at the long box sitting in the foyer while the UPS driver walked, whistling, towards his big brown truck. Confused, she found enough clarity to shut the front door then turned and continued to stare at the box. Along the side, in bold letters, were the words that told her what the box contained, but she couldn't quite believe it. It was addressed to her father, who hated artificial trees, so there had to be some sort of mistake.

Sighing, she pulled out her phone and checked the time. Just after eleven, which meant he would be leaving the bakery in about an hour. Thursdays were half-days for some reason she had never understood. She wouldn't bother him at work. She would wait until he got home and start questioning him. There had to be a logical explanation. He'd bought it as a gift for someone? He was going to put it up outside? He'd bought it for the bakery – No, that couldn't be it, there was already a tree up at the bakery. She and Kris had decorated the previous day, Kris going so far as to make paper Santa hats to go on the photos on the walls.

She gave her head a shake and pushed the box out of the walkway. Maybe he had bought it because when they'd gone to buy a real tree he hadn't liked any of the ones available. She had thought the plan was that they'd go out to the tree farm outside Fairview and pick one out there. Pushing the boxed tree out of her mind, she went upstairs to get laundry. She was distracted by her laptop, which sat on her old desk mocking her for not opening it but once since she'd gotten to Bells Creek. With a sigh, she picked it up and sat on the bed, ignoring the urge to go to Facebook and take a peek at life in Halifax.

It wasn't as though anyone from there had done more than send her two or three texts in the first couple weeks to see how she was. She had hoped someone would think of her if they heard of a job opening that fit her skills, but either there were none or no one had thought of her. Going to sites with job listings, she began clicking through page after page and grew more and more disheartened. The jobs that were available required more experience than she had, or more education that she'd attained. And all would require her to move to Halifax, Richmond, Charlottesville, D.C., Atlanta, New York…

Did she want to move?

Before she could ponder that question, her phone began to ring. She pulled it out and smiled at the sight of Nick's name.

She wasn't sure she wanted to move.

"Hey," she greeted after accepting the call. "Working hard?"

"Not anymore," he quipped with a chuckle. "I just put in the last strip of baseboard in the master bedroom."

"Really?" The news cheered her. This meant the house was officially finished in time for Matt and Shayna and the kids to move down for Christmas. She knew it would be a wonderful surprise for them, because Nick had said he'd told them it wouldn't be ready until right before New Year's.

"Yep. It's done." He gave a tired, relieved sigh. "I gotta clean and finish getting the decorations up, but it's done. I'll do that today hopefully then surprise them tomorrow when they come down."

"That's great, Nick," she enthused, closing the laptop and shoving it aside. She didn't want to relocate.

"I was thinking…"

"Oh?" she asked when his voice faded and she heard him clear his throat. "You didn't hurt yourself did you?"

"Ha-ha," he muttered.

"What were you thinking?"

"We should celebrate."

"Celebrate what? You finishing the house?"

"Yeah. Maybe dinner? I could cook for you."

"Sunnyside up eggs and toast?" she asked with a grin.

"I can cook more than that," he said. "Nothing fancy."

"I don't like fancy."

"Then I'm definitely your guy." His grin was evident in his voice.

Her guy. She liked that. "Dinner sounds great. What time?"

"You can come over whenever. I'm kinda hoping you'll take pity on me and help me with the decorating."

Natalie laughed. "So dinner's payment."

"And celebration."

"I'll be there in a few hours. Dad will be home in a little bit so I'm gonna make sure he eats a proper lunch and I have a couple chores to do." The laundry mainly. She wasn't sure yet how two people went through so many clothes and towels. Pushing herself off the bed, she went to grab the hamper. "I'll text you when I'm on the way."

After a few more minutes of chatting, during which he hinted that he'd like her to stay for more than dinner, she ended the call and tossed her phone onto her bed. Her steps were light as she went downstairs to start a load of laundry, and she had turned on the old stereo and put on a CD of her favorite Christmas crooners when her father got home. Bouncing into the foyer, she grinned when he shook his bright red knit cap at her in time to the music.

"For I've grown a little leaner, grown a little colder, grown a little sadder, grown a little older," he sang with a nod. "And I need a little angel sitting on my shoulder. Need a little Christmas now…"

She remembered a time when the instrumental break meant he would grab her hands and lead her in a dance. She thought of the appointment made for three days before Christmas, when they would schedule his surgery and run all the necessary preoperative tests. Had she known how to properly pray, she would have prayed that he would be able to dance with her next Christmas. "Hey," she said, moving forward to kiss his cold cheek. "This box came for you."

"Doggone it," he sighed, looking down at the box. "I was hoping it wouldn't come until this afternoon."

"Is it for your second family?" she teased.

"No, I got to thinking…" He took off his coat and hung it up, then reached for his cane. "I don't have it in me to keep up with a real tree this year. Watering and trimming and then dragging it out."

"I would—"

"And, well," he went on, tapping the box with the tip of his cane. "I went to see Tommy the other day and he has one just like this. It's real pretty when it's plugged in and decorated. So I ordered it."

"A fake tree is never coming into my house," she stated. "I'd as soon throw Granny Wilma's old ornaments into the fire than I would have a piece of plastic that doesn't even look like a tree."

"Ah," he grunted with a shrug. "Always got my own words to throw back at me."

"Can we put it up today?"

"You can, I'll sit on the couch and direct."

"I knew you'd say that," she muttered, beginning to push the box into the living room.

Chuckling, he carried the folder he was holding into the living room and set it on the small table next to his chair. "While you get started I'll go heat up some lunch."

"Wait, no, Dad, I'll—"

"I feel good today, sugar."

"Okay," she relented.

She had to move the console table in front of the front window where the tree always went. She had just pushed it into the dining room to deal with later when she heard the microwave beeping. Knowing her father lingered over his lunch if he didn't have to go immediately back to work, she took her time finding places for the knickknacks that had been on the table. The potted plant she carried to the foyer, planning to carry it up to her room later. She put the framed photos of her grandparents on the bookshelf, and carried the small silver-framed picture of her mother to set it on the table next to her father's chair. Reaching into his pencil cup to find the box cutter he kept there, she groaned as several pens spilled to the floor. When she bent to retrieve them her arm brushed the folder, sending it and its contents to the carpet as well.

She shoved the pens back into the cup then gathered the scattered papers. About to push them into the folder, she paused when she saw the letterhead of a lawyer in Halifax. That made no sense. Her father's attorney was based in Fairview. Her eyes dipped and scanned the opening paragraph of the letter.

As per your vocal agreement with my client, Matthew Jackson, during our conference call on November 22, I have had the enclosed contract drawn up. Please peruse at your leisure, and feel free to contact me with any questions. I encourage you to confer with your counsel, Mr. G. E. Jefferson before our meeting to sign, notarize, and transfer the first payment on December 18. I ask that you please note the following points:

Matthew Jackson. Matt. Before she could stop herself, she turned to the next page, heart leaping to her throat at the bolded words that leapt out at her. Her father's name, then Matt's, then Gibbs' Bakery. Struggling to understand, she sat back on her heels and read the page slowly, hand slipping over her mouth to cover her shock as it sank in what she was reading.

Matt was buying the bakery. Not outright, if she understood the wording correctly. Her father was transferring everything into Matt's name after a down payment, then monthly payments of a base amount, a small percentage of sales being added for the first fiscal year. After which time the percentage would be terminated, and the monthly payments would continue until the agreed-upon price was paid in full.

The papers slipped from her hand and she didn't pick them up. Her father was selling the bakery. The bakery, which had been in his family for three generations. The place he had once said he wouldn't close until the day he drew his last breath. She supposed that statement had been true, as it wasn't technically closing. But why hadn't he told her? Why hadn't anyone mentioned it?

"Natalie, sugar, is there anymore of that pie from last night?"

He sounded so normal. As though he weren't effectively ripping her heart in two. As though he hadn't outright lied to her, because hadn't he shrugged off her questions about what business Matt was buying? He hadn't said a word about thinking of selling, and she knew that was partly her fault for not keeping those lines of deep communication open. It hurt, though. It hurt as bad as, if not a little worse, than him keeping how damaged his knee was from her. She had at least known his knee was bad, had known he needed surgery. But to keep this from her completely? To pretend nothing was going on? Why?

Snatching up the papers, she lurched to her feet and went into the kitchen. Her father was at the island counter, dishing up a slice of the pie they'd had for dessert the night before. He glanced up when she sucked in a breath. His brow furrowed, his smile faded, and when he saw what she was holding the pie slice fell to the counter.

"What's this?" she gasped, slapping the papers down across from him.

He looked at them, then up at her. "Sugar—"

"You're selling the bakery."

"I have to."

"Why?" Natalie blinked hard to keep the sting of tears at bay. "Because of your surgery? Because you'll be out for a couple months? I'm here now, remember? I'm not—"

"You're looking for another job. You'll find one. Maybe not right yet, but you will. And you'll get it, because you're brilliant and people like you. And then you'll be gone." He lowered his head. "Again."

"Dad…"

"I'm not doing it because of the surgery. I know it could stay afloat with me having to take weeks off for recovery. I didn't plan on you coming home, but I had talked to Sammy and Kris and they were willing to work longer hours to keep things going until I could get back. And now you're here, and you're doing great. But—" He sighed. "There's no guarantee the surgery will go well."

"Dad, they do millions of joint replacements a year."

"Yeah, but not on my joints. Accidents happen. Doctors make mistakes. Old hearts give out. It's a fact, Natalie."

"Don't talk like that," she pleaded. She couldn't take it. Not right now.

"I'm not being depressing. I'm being honest with myself. Yes, it could go great and next year at this time I'll be dancing on air. But it could go bad. And I'd have to close up the shop."

She opened her mouth to point out that she was with him, that she was helping, that she could obviously do the work needed to keep the bakery running. Then she remembered that she hadn't been at home when those fears and worries had festered in his mind. She hadn't been around when he had made the decision to sell. And he was right. She was looking for another job. And even though she was disheartened, she knew she would eventually find something. She might even leave again, if she had to.

"When you were born, I only wanted one thing for you," he said, haphazardly scraping the dropped pie onto the plate. "I wanted you to be happy. Yes, I wanted to raise you into a baker like me, like my parents were, and my grandparents, and my great-grandparents back in Italy. I knew you would be our only child, and looked forward to the day I could hand the keys to you. But you didn't want that."

"Oh, Dad, I'm—"

"Don't apologize for not wanting what I wanted for you. It was my dream, not yours. You had your own. I knew you didn't want the bakery, and I knew I didn't want to close it down. I hemmed and hawed for months. I couldn't tell Ashley I was thinking of putting it up for sale, because she would have broadcast it over town before I could walk out her office."

Natalie choked on a laugh. Ashley was wonderful, and her truest, best friend, but she did have a bit of a tendency to blab.

"Then one day this young family comes in. It was a slow day, and they were nice, and we got to talking. Matt's always wanted to own a bakery. He and his wife both have always wanted to live in a small town. He knows about running a business, he's got a good head on his shoulders, and he's damned good at baking."

"Is he?"

Leonard picked up a dishtowel and wiped the counter clean. "Him and Shayna came the next weekend and he showed me some of his recipes. After I closed for the day we went to the kitchen and…" His smile was almost one of pride. "He's better than I was at his age. Then they found the Harris place was for sale, and when he showed up to talk to me about getting a job right when I was thinking of calling Ashley to talk to her about selling, I figured it was fate."

"But why didn't you tell me?"

"At first I didn't think you'd care."

"Are you crazy? Of course I'd care."

His eyes steeled. "The day before you moved out to go to Halifax, you said—"

"I know what I said," she whispered. It had been almost ten years but the memory was fresh. Her telling him she'd gotten a part-time job at a magazine, and that she was leaving the next day to get an apartment and have her college transcripts transferred so she could finish her degree in Halifax. Her father asking who he was going to get to replace her at the bakery. And her answer, bitter and cold.

I don't give a damn about the bakery.

"I give a damn now," she said in a small voice. Too little, too late, she knew, but it was true. She did care. She had even then, but she'd been too wired up on the chance to grab her dreams that the words had spilled without censor. Maybe she hadn't cared as much as she did now.

"I have to do it, Natalie." He kept wiping the counter, and she remembered him repetitively kneading the dough he'd been working when she'd announced her sudden move. And the thudding clang when he'd thrown the overworked dough into the trash.

"Who else knows?"

"Tommy. The lawyers. The bank. And a few folks down at the county office, because I went last week to put his name on the license."

"Does Nick?" she asked.

"Of course, he's Matt's brother." Her father stopped wiping. "I thought he would tell you if I didn't."

"He didn't." She wondered why. And, suddenly, she needed to know. Spinning on her heel, she left the kitchen, ignoring her father's voice when he asked where she was going. She went straight for the front door, snatching a coat from the rack and pulling it on while shoving her feet into her boots.

"Natalie."

"I have to go out for a few minutes."

"Don't be mad at him."

"I'm just going to talk to him."

"He's a good man, sweetie. He probably didn't want to get mixed up."

"He should have thought of that before sleeping with me," she snapped, jamming a hat on her head.

"Natalie—"

"I'll be back later. We'll put up the tree." Not that she felt like decorating. Or celebrating. Flinging open the door, she stepped outside and closed it firmly behind her. Fueled by indignation, she ignored the brilliantly colored Christmas flags snapping in the breeze and the vivid red ribbons adorning lampposts and wreaths as she walked up the street. She passed the bakery and felt her heart break all over again. Matt would change everything, she thought, stopping to look at the shopfront. The battered old counter that her great-grandparents had built and installed themselves, where each member of the family had carved their name with a pocket knife. The photos and knickknacks that had been added to over the years, showing how it had changed with each generation. Blinking back tears, she turned and proceeded to the yellow Victorian on Halifax Street.

She barely heard Penny's bark of greeting as she marched up the walk. Stopping short when she saw Nick standing on the porch railing, she watched him stretch out one arm, then caught the multicolored glow of a strand of lights. Something bumped into her leg and she looked down, finally noticing Penny. She gave the dog a distracted head rub, watching as Nick stepped off the railing.

"Hey," he greeted, looking and sounding surprised when he saw her. "What do you think?"

"Looks great," she said flatly, resuming her march up the walk. She saw lights wrapped around the step railings, and saw the sunlight glint off lights in the shrubbery in front of the porch.

"Come on in," he said, opening the door. Penny, panting, darted from her to the door then back again, tail wagging manically, as though Natalie needed an escort. Nick waited until she'd stepped inside before entering, closing the door gently. "Did you forget to text? Not that I'm complaining, but—"

"What business is your brother buying?" she asked, eyes on the stacks of clear bins in the front hall. Each were labeled neatly, and she could see inside to what were countless decorations. Decorations she had agreed to help him put up and arrange. Through the living room doorway she could see a large tree set up in front of the window, and on the couch was covered with boxes of ornaments.

"Oh." Nick's joviality faded.

She turned to face him, anger surging again. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Natalie, let me explain."

"Okay. Explain."

"I knew it was a secret, okay? Matt told me that Lenny didn't want everyone in town knowing. Because there would be a million questions that he didn't want to have to answer every time someone came into the shop."

"I'm his daughter," she reminded him. "You could have told me."

"Exactly. You're his daughter. He should be the one to tell you."

"He didn't."

Nick's brow pinched. "Then how—"

"I saw some papers from a lawyer and…" She huffed. "Okay I knocked them down while getting something then saw what they were. Some contract they're apparently going to sign this Friday."

Nick nodded. "Yeah, Matt wants me to go with him."

"You should have told me, Nick. God, you listened to me go on and on about how I was getting the hang of the bakery stuff. You even let me talk about placing an order for supplies. Supplies!" She groaned, cupping her hands over her head. "Supplies that your brother probably doesn't want or need—"

"Natalie—"

"You knew I was doing everything I could to help Dad! You didn't think to tell me that I didn't have to worry? That by the end of the year it wouldn't be my problem?"

"I thought about telling you. But it wasn't any of my business. It's a deal between Matt and Lenny, I'm not involved."

"Okay, but you're involved with me. That makes it your business," she pointed out. "God, did you have a laugh over how I was staying up late studying paperwork to know what I needed to do while Dad was recovering from surgery?"

"I would never laugh about something like that," he said, frowning. "If anything it's made me admire you more. Because you told me you used to not care about the bakery. That you were so glad to be gone from it when you got your chance to leave. But I've seen how happy helping Lenny makes you. And how happy it makes him. I know not telling you has been eating at him—"

"Yeah, he's been real torn up," she snorted. "I've been such a fucking idiot."

"You haven't," Nick insisted. He stepped toward her.

"I have. I've been losing sleep and getting headaches trying to take a crash course so I could keep the bakery going for him. I've got so many notes on what gets done when…" Jamming her hands into the pocket of her coat, she felt slips of paper and pulled them out. The notes she had made the evening before, on times and temperatures, and how many folds she had done on the croissants. Crumpling them into tiny balls, she dropped them to the floor. "And for what? Nothing. Because in a couple weeks it'll be Matt's job to do it. He'll do everything differently so he won't need my notes. He'll change everything from the name to the prices to how the inside is decorated—"

"He's not changing anything."

"Yeah, right." Snorting again, she stepped away when he reached for her arm.

"Natalie," he sighed. "He doesn't want to change a thing because he loves how it is now. All he wants to do that's different is put a picture of himself on the wall and add a few of his own creations to the menu."

"First it'll be a picture and a few of his things, then it'll be changing the décor and fazing out all the things my Dad created."

"Honey, please—"

"Don't call me that," she gasped. "You and Matt just breeze into town and take everything, don't you?"

"What?" He made a gurgling sound that sounded like a swallowed laugh. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The bakery. This house. The dog," she said, though Penny had hurried out when she'd begun her ranting. "Me."

"We didn't – Natalie, you're upset."

"Of course I'm upset! Wouldn't you be?" Staring up at him when he didn't answer immediately, she shook her head. "I'm beyond upset. I'm pissed off. Mostly at you!"

"Why me?" he asked gently.

She wanted to scream because he was being too calm. Did the man never get mad? "God, Nick, I opened up to you! I told you things I've never told anyone. And then I slept with you. Right there!" She flung one arm out to gesture at the living room. "And never once during any of that did it occur to you to tell me what was going on behind my back?"

"It wasn't my business to. I knew it would upset you, and I knew it would strain the relationship between you and Lenny. I couldn't do that to you, not when I've seen how hard you've both been working to rebuild it."

"We were building something too," she whispered.

"Were?" he repeated.

"Yeah. Were." She sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to cry.

"Natalie, don't—"

"Not anymore."

"Please, no, let's talk about this," he said, frowning when she shook her head.

"I gotta go," she gasped. She was going to cry. Her throat was closing up and her nose was burning.

"Can we talk later?"

She turned her head, not wanting to see the sadness in his eyes. And she didn't want him to see her cry. Again. "No," she said dully. "I've said everything there is to say."

"But—"

"Goodbye," she managed, pushing past his arm when he reached for her. Opening the door, she flinched when she heard the clicking of Penny's claws on the floor behind her. She pulled the door shut, heart squeezing at the sound of a little whine. She almost turned back, almost reached to open the door and say that yes, she did want to talk about it. Instead, she crossed the porch and went down the steps, keeping her eyes in front of her. When she reached the sidewalk she quickened her steps. She didn't know where she was going, exactly. She wasn't ready to go back home and see or talk to her father. And she couldn't go back to Nick. Tears escaped and she angrily brushed them away, following the sidewalk to the corner. She heard bells ringing, and a car that drove by had a festive bow on its antenna.

She continued walking, head ducked, ignoring the few people that greeted her. When she reached the tiny building down the next block from the bakery, a block from where Main Street turned back into Route 1110, her steps slowed. She saw the familiar Land Rover parked out front and before she could think of a reason not to she pushed open the glass door and walked past the receptionist, who barely looked up from her magazine, and through the open door of the office at the back.

Ashley's face registered several emotions in succession. Surprise, happiness, shock, worry. "Natalie? Babe, what's wrong?"

Natalie opened her mouth but couldn't figure out which words to say first. Her friend frowned, tossing her phone onto the desk and standing. Then she was walking around to where Natalie stood. Reaching to close the door. And when her arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace Natalie let her tears fall.

#aew fanfiction #nick jackson fanfiction #my fics #multipart: RPC #12daysofchristmas #late omg #but better late than pregnant???

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dialoguelostloop · 4 years

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remember when my hand slipped and i accidentally a bunch of hollow knight gijinkas? the hand... did not stop from keep slipping, suffice to say lol. i think i’m done now though.

part one (ghost, hornet, the dreamers, and quirrel) can be found here. notes on these folks will be under a readmore!

please read my faq page! (tl;dr version: dont use my art for icons/graphics/whatever without getting my permission beforehand, please use neutral pronouns for hollow and any other vessels in any tags/commentary, dont tag as kin/me/whatever pls)

HOLLOW - as i mentioned under ghost’s gijinka description, i think proximity to void & pale being energy is what causes vessel growth. when tpk figured this out he, like, supercharged hollow with both so that they’d be fully grown as quickly as possible. this is how they wound up 6′7″ at all of 12, which just gave them fragile joints and height dysphoria as severe as ghost’s. they went into the black egg with the same bob haircut and it grew out badly while they were in there. they’re not totally blind in their right eye, but their vision in it’s pretty bad and they’ve lost some red/green definition too. their prosthetic arm works through soul so they can take it off whenever they want, which is good, because it’s not very comfortable.

GRIMM (and grimmchild) - from what i’ve seen most grimm gijinkas lean into the circus master/dracula side, so i went for the clown/catboy angle instead lol. yes that’s greasepaint. i was going for “almost sexy, but unfortunately still a weird clown” but am informed by friends that i overshot and he wound up hot anyway. as for grimmchild, i really just wanted them to be a kid in a kigurumi for each in-game charm level lol. they start out looking 3 but grow a year with each ritual stage completed, so lv4 grimmchild is 6. whether grimm is cis or trans/perisex or intersex depends on what the previous grimmchild was, so he’s used to his anatomy changing with each reincarnation. he never dresses any differently either.

WHITE LADY - your weird alien mom who’s the face of Horny On Main... this is her precanon outfit, her midcanon one is gray and more covering lol. aside from the crown there’s just a lot of white palace foliage in her hair in general. her hair should always be drawn trailing off the edges of the canvas, like ultimate madoka.

RADIANCE - before anyone asks, tpk is obviously what happened to her legs. her prostheses are even more Cool But Uncomfortable than hollow’s (she literally has to float, you cannot walk on those toothpick feet) so her chair is very necessary for when she gets tired. yes the dreamshields on the big wheels actually function magically; its cushions are the same sort of cushion in seer’s room. her clothing patterns come from dream realm spirographs, from the normal and absolute versions of her canon halo, and the architecture found at the crater’s crown. also her hair just Does That naturally. her tears being the same color as her eyes/the infection is a little on the nose but it bears emphasis, so lmao

LACE - i wasn’t gonna do any silksong characters but... She... i poured as much Adorable Bastard Energy into her design as i could!!! i was really torn whether to adapt her canon design’s hat into a pink diamond hair type white afro or just a hat over cornrows or s/t. i went with Fluffy, but if we ever see lace without her hat in canon i guess i’ll retroactively make her fro into a wig so i can have both worlds

SEER - everyone knows i cannot turn down the option to give a character sky-patterned clothing, so seer’s cloak is the sky of the moths’ dream. the gold spirographs on her arms and face are religious body paint that only dream masters/dream nail teachers are allowed to wear; the wisteria pattern on her face (obv taken from the charms in her room/in the dream realm) is scarification.

MARMU - did you know that on real puss moth caterpillars the brown thing in the middle of their faces is their actual face, and what looks like a face and mouth around it is just camouflage to scare predators away? so obviously i had to put marmu in a big cloak that looks like her canon design as a recursive joke. she’s a lighter brown than the other moth characters because i have way more marmu sadstuck headcanons than anyone ever wanted, including me.

UNN - just wants to go back to sleep. she’s the tallest of the higher beings, probably pushing 8 feet. aside from her size her canon design is pretty unassuming so i just gave her Clothes Comfortable To Sleep In. the clasp on her cardigan is the shape of unn charm ofc.

BRETTA - i have found the new home of 90s antenna ahoge. it is a design choice made for bug gijinkas.

CLOTH - i could only picture her as a more subdued, brown-eyed/slightly lighter-skinned gideon nav. my apologies to taz.

MYLA - lost that front tooth in her line of work. mining is very dangerous. her hairstyle and freckles are just because i think both are cute lol

#hollow knight #hk gijinka #the hollow knight #grimm hollow knight #white lady hollow knight #the radiance #lace hollow knight #seer hollow knight #marmu hollow knight #unn hollow knight #bretta hollow knight #cloth hollow knight #myla hollow knight #hollow knight spoilers

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Youth Coach!Bokuto x Youth Coach!Reader

Hey Anon, so sorry for getting to this so late, but I finally had the time to do this request! Hopefully this is kinda close to what you were expecting!

- Kiwi

Being a sports med college student is definitely not the easiest thing in the world

Why? Well...because college is a thing. College = broke bitch

No tengo dinero :(

So you figured, “hey getting a part time job won’t be the worst thing in the world” You’d be able to make some extra cash

¡logramos este pan!

There’s a youth center close to campus that’s hiring so you figured why not because

You love kids (most of the time)

You have decent volleyball experience to be able to coach since you did play for a while

Few weeks later you heard back from them and you got the job!

Your boss asks if you can come in a couple days before your first day so you can get used to the place and get an idea of how things work

So you get there and you see a VERY familiar floof of white hair sticking out from around the corner

You had to do a double take for a second

Bo.

Bo?

BO?!?!?

He turns around and then he has to do a double take before he recognizes you

“Y/N?!?!?!”

“KOUTAROU?!?!?”

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here????!”

(excessive hooting ensues)

But when you finish he’s like

“I work here as a volleyball coach...oh hold up, are you the new girls’ coach?”

“Yup!”

He was so happy when he found out y’all were working the same shift

Alrighty so backtrack, you guys know each other because you played on the Fukurodani Girls’ Volleyball team

Since first year, you managed to befriend this hyper-energetic kid

You saw this crackhead all 3 years of your high school life which meant that your life was guaranteed to never have a dull moment upon meeting him

And you definitely didn’t have a crush on him what? who? (Y/N)? idk her ahaha

But seriously he's prime boyfriend material ur just a weenie who had fOUR YEARS to shoot your shot but u didn’t boo thumbs down

But tbh he ADORES you

You’re his precious (but scary when necessary) bean and will fight anybody to protect you

You honestly don’t know what you did that made him decide to become captain of Protect Y/N Squad but he is

Aaaand that stayed true even in college. He was so excited when he found out y’all were attending the same university

But since college is a big meanie, you guys haven’t been able to spend as much time with each other >:((

Needless to say, when Bokuto found out you worked the same shift as him, he was so freakin happy

Literally jumping off the walls

He was just really happy to spend more time with you

Before your shifts start, you guys arrive early so you can just chill in the lounge

Actually, more like you’re getting school work done and uh, Bokuto is uhm, well...being him

But it’s not his fault!!

Bo is not a school person

That’s just not his specialty

But he is so so smart in other ways and you will s c r a p with anyone who says otherwise

Anyways

It wasn’t uncommon for a co-worker to walk in and see you getting some schoolwork done, and Bokuto, well, being him

Exhibit A : you’re working on an assignment that’s due later this week, but since you have some time now, you decided to get some of it done until --

“Hey (Y/N) if I punch myself and it hurts, does that mean I’m strong, or I’m weak?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

“I’ve been trying to! My arm just really hurts, and I still don’t know the answer!”

*Pouty Bo has entered the chat*

Or Exhibit B: For once you’re not doing homework. Bokuto actually brought you some smoothies he bought on his way to work, so y’all are just sipping on smoothies until --

“Hey (Y/N), ya ever notice how cold water tastes sharp, but warm water tastes smooth? Like isn’t that whack?”

＿φ(￣ー￣ )

All jokes aside, he’s really good with kids

His group of 9-10 year olds - The Owlets - absolutely LOVE him (but who wouldn’t?)

Honestly you were kinda surprised at how well he gets along with the kids but not really

Let's be honest he’s the same mental age as them

He’s just as childish as them

Whenever a volleyball from your side of the room rolls over to his, he takes it upon himself to send it back by spiking it towards you

Luckily, you’re able to receive it, and it doesn’t cause much trouble

Other times he’ll just openly sling his arm over your shoulder, and put all his weight on it but uh

he has this thing called... M U S C L E

AND THERE’S SO MUCH

I mean have you seen those back muscles? Literally a blessing from the high heavens themselves

He’s always been toned and had muscle since high school BUT OH MY GOD he got SO BUFF in college and geez those are h e a v y

But your eyes are being blessed everyday so can you really complain?

The answer is no you can’t complain

But you will complain because you’ve had a crush on this mf since high school and yanno that wack feeling when you have unresolved feelings for someone and you feel weird when you look at them?

Like you kinda have feelings but you’re not sure?

Or you’re wondering if your feelings are feeling feelings or they’re just old, stale feelings coming back to harass you?

Mhmm that’s you

And uh you’re not really vibin with it

So the fact that he’s gotten even buffer is not helping your case

AND

He’s always been a sweetie but since college he’s been taking WOMEN’S STUDIES COURSES

You asked him about it and he said he wanted to make sure he was socially aware so he can “use his male privilege to help women make their voices heard”

Is he even real??

He’s drinking his respecc wahman juice ™ everyday, twice a day

Luckily, for the next few weeks, everything goes super smoothly

Your group of kids - The Penguins - are very driven in trying to improve themselves

And kids who want to get better at something they’re passionate about is absolutely ADORABLE

So while you guys are cleaning the gym up Bokuto asks you if you could come to his game on Saturday

And bring the kids ofc because it’d be a good learning experience

Obviously you agree cause you’re not missing out on watching him play volleyball

So it’s finally the long awaited Sunday, and you get there kinda early just so you have more time to make sure all the kiddos get there to the meeting spot safely

And in case you run into a certain volleyball player before the game starts

Turns out, Lady Luck was on your side today

You’re walking down the hallway when you spot a certain owl-haired man

“Koutarou!”

He whips around so fast and his face lights up upon seeing you call out his name

He sprints speed walks over to you

“(Y/N)! I thought you’re supposed to meet up with the kiddos?”

“Yeah, but I got here early so I ended up walking around for a bit,”

In his eyes, you’re so adorable right now

You face is kinda flushed with a light pink spread across your cheeks, and your hair just flows around you and he’s just so in awe

His trance was broken when you checked the time and realized you should be heading to the meeting spot soon

“Ah, I should probably head over to the meeting spot. Good luck, Koutarou! I’ll be cheering you on with the kids!”

“Thanks, I’m looking forward to it!”

So you guys go your separate ways, and make it to the meeting spot 5 minutes in advance. All the kids show up on time, and the parents saying thank you for watching their kid, etc.

You bring them to the front row of the cheering section, but a little off to the left so the kids don’t get caught up in whatever the cheering section happens to be doing

The game starts and the kids are in absolute awe over Coach Bokuto and tbh so are you

Now, this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him play, but goddamn every time you do it’s so mesmerizing

He does a complete 180 whenever he plays

Completely focused, and all his movements are precise

and the back muscles oh the high heavens are really testing you today

You can’t help but notice how the energy from the crowd makes him so excited

At some point you could’ve sworn that he was scanning the cheering the section trying to find you

He totally was, and he spots you and the kiddos and it makes him so happy

His captain had to snap Bokuto back into the game since he got distracted, and that made you laugh a lil

The rest of the game progresses smoothly

Really smoothly actually. The team had a comfortable lead and they were match point from winning their second set, so they were doing juuuuust fine

Throughout the game, you point on things that should be brought to attention, and the kids kept asking question, which you were more than happy to answer

The match ends with victory for Tokyo U with a solid 3-1 win, and you escort the kids back to the meeting spot where their parents are supposed to pick them up

What you didn’t expect was for Bokuto to be there too

The kids sprint over and flock him, showering him with compliments about his performance during the game

The parents arrive, and one of the parents asked if they could get a group picture with everybody, and soon all the parents were getting their phones out

Ya know the thing where one parent asks to take a picture and now you have a gallery of parents and like 60% of them take like 2 mins just to take one picture?

Yeah, that

All the parents ended up with a whole bunch of cute pics, and the kids were on their ways home

Since Bokuto was still in his uniform, you walk with him back to the locker rooms, and just as you were about to turn the corner, he suddenly slings his arm over your shoulder, and puts all of his body weight onto your back. You’re really trying hard to shimmy out from under him, but he’s SO FREAKING HEAVY

(It’s the muscles, they are d e n s e)

Ofc he notices this and whines about it

“(Y/N)! Why’re you trying to escape?? I’m so sore, please let me use you as a human crutch for like 2 minutes!”

“Ew, no, Koutarou. You’re still sweaty and smelly, get off of meeee”

You somehow manage to drag your poor body to the locker room doors with this man child dragging behind

“I’ll wait out here Kou--”

Before you could finish your sentence, Bokuto turned you around and wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you into a warm hug

“Thanks for coming to the game, (Y/N)”

Your brain is not comprehending ANyTHing is boy is saying

Your high school crush is hugging you like it's some shoujo manga like eXCUse mE?

And sis you’re not missing this opportunity, so you wrap your arms around his torso, and you can feel him tense up a little underneath your hands

Your brain finally catches up to you, and you’re able to formulate thoughts before you speak (cause otherwise you’re pretty sure you would’ve stuttered like a blubbering mess)

“Of course. Anytime, Koutarou”

“I’m gonna go clean up. Do you mind waiting for me?”

“Not at all. Take your time.”

“Ok, thanks. I’ll be out soon.”

Just as he pulled away from the hug, he leans down to kiss your cheek before reaching out for the door handle

Hold up

Kissed

You

The

Cheek

AND HE’S TRYNA RUN AWAY FROM WHAT HE DID

NAH UH

Before you convince yourself what you’re about to do might change the whole dynamic of your guys relationship, you grab a whole muscley arm, and pull him down a little, and you return a kiss on his left cheek

Oh shit

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh dear god

WE HAVE BUNGLED THIS MISSION

In order to save yourself from any further potential embarrassment, you let go of his arm, and skedaddle (skidoodle ur dicc is now a noodle)

over to the lobby

This poor boy

One (1) whole confused owl

You kissed him back…

YOU KISSED HIM BACK

Kinda. It was on the cheek, not like a kiss in reciprocity

*YOU KISSED HIM ALSO

He realized he’s standing there like an idiot so he hurries into the locker room and showers because even he recognizes that he stank

Mansweat

But he’s literally thinking about that cheek kiss the entire time he’s freshening up

And so were you

You’re sitting on a bench in the lobby trying to think of how to talk to him without making it awkward

But the fact that your heart spazzing out in your chest, and your stomach is doing backflips certainly doesn’t help

But hey...you kissed your crush (go you!)

Time passes a lot quicker when you’re thinking about smooching Bokuto because he’s walking towards you with this bag slung over his shoulder

You get up from the bench sweating anxiety bullets and start heading over to him

“Hey Kou, about earlier I--”

Before you could finish your sentence, Bokuto who is also sweating anxiety bullets but at least he’s smelling nicer quickly interrupted you

“(Y/N) I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO KISS YOU I JUST THINK YOU’RE SUPER CUTE!”

He’s yelling cause (duh it’s Bo) he can’t help it, but like you also get caught up in it so:

“OH IT’S OK DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT, IT’S COOL..!”

“JUST BECAUSE I LIKE YOU DOESN’T MEAN WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS...ALL CASUAL AND SHIT”

“aHAHAHA CASUAL YEAH YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, WE’RE TOTALLY BUDS ”

“I MEAN JUST FRIENDS IS CHILL, THAT’S COOL I RESPECT THAT, BUT I’D LIKE IT IF YOU WENT OUT WITH ME”

“GOOD CAUSE I WANNA GO OUT WITH YOU!”

Rip to everyone’s eardrums

Meanwhile…

Akaashi: “I suddenly feel super embarrassed… but I don’t know why.”

Back to the main show:

“COOL ARE YOU FREE THIS SATURDAY?”

“YEAH”

“cOOL”

“COOL”

*aggressive hand shake*

Passersby are very confused

But oh my god this poor boy

His hands are shaking, and he has armpit sweat galore

But it’s ok you’re just the same as him

Less pitsweat, but still stressed

Poor Bo was so out of it that when heard his phone go off he jumped a lil bit

Luckily it was a text from you

From: (Y/N) [8:26 pm]

“You’ll ace this date! <3”

Cut to Bokuto, having the meltdown of the century

#headcanon #haikyuu!!#bokuto kotarou #bokuto imagine #bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanon #fukurodani #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios

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miaxeu · 4 years

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though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, MIA STOEGER is actually a descendent of DIONYSUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-ONE year old MYTHOLOGICAL STUDIES MAJOR from LOS ANGELES, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite CHARISMATIC & DUPLICITOUS.

( y’all dont deserve this real messy intro but im workin w half a bwain cell at 4am so i beg thee 4 mercy. nywyy im the excited new girl who’s hella pumped to meet all ur charas : katya ! feel free to hop in my ims to plot or drop a like and i’ll hop in urs ! x )

POWERS

natural acting abilities — her ma’s a hollywoo agent so she started actin real early & now shes a big shot actress. there r more deetz on her career below !

chlorokinesis — it wasnt as natural as acting n she only started working on it when she turned 13 n started going to camps. b4 she just noticed shes good w plants but it wasnt super crazy or nything. its p good now tho ! shes prioritizing vine binding and manipulation 4 the self defense bc awards r cool n all but they dont rlly protecc from monsters ykwim

levitation — shes trying her best ur honor

alcokinesis — she cant conjure it or anything, she’s just immune to it ffff

BIO POINTS — cw: drug use ( full biography here )

her mom raised her by herself bc dionysus the party god was out of the picture immediately. she never told mia she’s a demigod & it was always just “ wow ur so talented ” or “ aww u got a green thumb ! ” but when she saw him claim 13 y/o mia by placing a weird hologram over her head while she slept, she knew she had to spill da beanz & tell her kid

ofc mia thought her mom was jus playing sum weird acting exercise w her bc her powers r so lowkey she could highkey just be a Mortal but insert sad whistle, the realizashun & the claiming meant heightened monster threat !! so yea ,,, one ended up chasing her a couple days later rip

aside from the trauma, mia was ok. mostly bc she ended up cryin for dionysus like any child would n lo & behold he came & helped !!! as he should. nywy she made sure to go to summer camps every year after that but mostly just for protection purposes

she lowkey rlly hates this whole god business esp now that shes grown lmfao deadass thinks she got a bad deal bc life threats arent sexy !!! went to eonia eventually bc its Too Much Man. she just wants to go back to work and her life w the mortals w/o worryin for her life. would deadass fade her father if she could. may or may not be majoring in greek mythology to figure out the logistics of it all out of spite, who knows !

PERSONALITY

not ! a Drama Queen — dont get me wrong, shes hella Extra in the way she moves n acts sorta like shes always bein captured on film. is quick-witted & playful & can be a huge tease/flirt if she feels like it, but miss her w Real Feelings ! totally not sentimental. srsly she will try to rationalize away everything and is just,.,., not good w it. so soz folks, we just keepin it breezy here

ugh, she’s an Actress — aka she can act like she cares tho ! shes very much into keeping ppl on her good side. shes friendly n palatable to everyone bc its how shes been trained & while it doesnt seem fake, its def diff when its genuine

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known — lemme circle back to the first one, ok so shes good w emotions but only in theory. does intense character work with her roles so she thinks that counts as her having eq when rlly shes just emotionally stunted, projecting n repressing like an idiot

blonde, skinny, rich, & a lil bit of a Bitch — shes only a bitch inwardly or to ppl she trusts enuff to let in on the gossip. if anyone full on opposes her or becomes real emotional, then this lil diva will rear its superiority complex head n snap a lil. will most probably do it v underhandedly n w a smile but it will be Brutal

girls just wanna have FUN ! — shes the child of da party god, so ofc she a true party girl. officially off the rails when she parties. inhibitions ? we dk her. can be insensitive in that case bc smtms its truly no strings attached, tis all abt the fun. likes company a lot & it doesnt even have 2 be loud or particularly abt her, she just likes having people around n the escapism of it all. will make friends with everyone n make sure they have a jolly fun time guaranteed at dionysus parties

Work Hard, Play Hard — real responsible when it comes to work and commitments and if she trusts/likes u enough, she’ll give it 2 u straight, no bs. def thinks Calling Out is an act of love but maybe does it a lil too harshly smtms. v much into efficiency, sentiments be damned. not the feely words type. will sit next to u or party w u or even pay 4 ur therapist if u need sum1 to talk to. she will Be There while u work thru it, so long as u dont expect her to change n be all emotional n stuff

if she seems a lil contradictory thats bc she kinda is. tis the good ol nurture vs nature. her ma’s a real no nonsense chick n her pops is a frat guy drama geek greek god whos rlly into cottagecore so u get this lil blonde bitch whos sorta teetering on the edges

OTHER INFO — cw: drug use ( full headcanons here )

re her career, she achieved pegot status when she was 18 aka she truly b dat bitch. shes not super mainstream famous tho, more like indie sweetheart, film snobs/critics fave typa gal. if ya want a trajectory she started w baby commercials then a sitcom from 4-10 ( think modern fam’s lily ) then it was off to the big screen & the stage !

mia has a lil bit of a drug habit. its not abusive or dependent, but it is a staple whenever shes parties bc alcohol is useless 2 her. started a lil young too bc hollywoo. primarily uppers/hallucinogens. she smokes weed a lil more liberally but the rest is mostly just an on occasion thing ( which, ngl, is a still a lil problematic when u party a lot rip )

after she got claimed, mia ended up going to demigod camps in a lot of diff places n countries, depending on where production would take her. there was never an established place, more like wherever was nearest when they wrapped up shooting bc monsters afoot n wutnot

she was always homeschooled but she still managed to go to a prom and homecoming bc party is life. that makes eonia uni p much her first chance at having a normal educational environment & experience and even then its anything but. still tho this is her moment !!! im lit rally begging her to get a personality that isnt her internally rolling her eyes going “ its not that deep ”

might put up a bio/stats page if im feelin sxc but i wud jus like the records to show that mia stoeger is a bi sxc babe bc me ? write a het ? no grassy ass.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS — cw: drug use ( full connections here )

omg danny devito i love ur work !

,,, p self explanatory sdkjfs sum1 who loves her work ! it can be lowkey/highkey fangirl to a civil admiration

OR alternatively, y/m can Not Be a fan of her work. they might think the storyline of the projects she takes on r too out of touch n highbrow yada yada yada, but yes, we love to see either of it !

summer camp sweetheart !

someone she met when at camp when they were teens ? doesnt matter in what country/city, but mia was only visiting so it was truly a one summer romance typa thing. bc she was younger, im thinkin 13-17 or w/e she was probably sweeter n a lot more emotional then. was it either’s first puppy love ? first kiss ? first “ relationship ? ” idk, do yk ? truly, so many possibilities. nothin set in stone just hmu bub

summer camp pals !

p much the same as above but make it Platonic

party buddies !

or druggie pals. either way works but she wud luv it if theyre both xoxo

friends w benefits !

most probably ( but not limited to ) sum1 she met at a party skdjhsjk is it exclusive ? is any1 starting to develop feelings ? im down 4 nthing n evrything

alexa play true friend by hannah montana !

give mia her college bestie ! her confidant who knows her feels and can call each other out viciously with no ounce of resentment. we stan the friendships !

omg i love ur skirt !

that is the ugliest effing skirt i've ever seen. lmao basically sum1 mia pretends to like or acts civil w but rlly ,,,, Cannot Stand for w/e rzn

im p much braindead rn but those are just sum ideas !!! ofc the usual staples like the pals, enemies, wutnots are also v welcome we love to see it. if u also have a wc that u think mia would fit in, id luv to know more ! there are also a couple more detailed ones here, but pls feel free to shoot me a msg n we can get 2 plotting x

( * wipes brow * how did i type so much n say so little rip. mia is also a completely new muse so pls b patient n if i fuq up from time to time, pretend u do not see >.< nywy thnx 4 readin, sweets ! feel free to hmu here or at discord if ya wanna <3333 )

FULL INFO || EONIA TASKS

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15-dogs · 4 years

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plan two |c.w.|

pairing: charlie weasley x ofc (adrian arrowman)

summary: this is an excerpt from my fanfiction on ao3, plan two (which is linked here)! it follows adrian and charlie who are best friends working together on the dragon reserve. everything is fine until adrian starts to dream about charlie !!

warnings: light swearing, semi-nudity after cut

guide: none

word count: 1649

Adrian exited the International Travel Department in the Ministry, unbearably exhausted from her travel. She adjusted her skirt to keep herself distracted from the pain of waiting. It had been about two years since she had seen her best friend Charlie Weasley. Things got messy after the war which made them unable to see each other face to face. They kept in touch through letters but with Adrian’s travelling schedule as an advertising agent and Charlie’s strict duties as a dragonologist both parties had no time to see one another. It seemed strange that, in all of her years working in advertisement for magical creatures, Adrian had never gotten the chance to do advertisement for the reserve Charlie worked on. But never mind that, it was finally happening. Adrian would be able to see her best friend again.

Adrian’s eyes scanned the crowd of people, looking for Charlie who claimed that he would be meeting her there. As soon as she began to worry that he had forgotten about her, a pair of shockingly strong arms wrapped around her midsection. They gave her a tight squeeze as they lifted her in the air. She squealed loudly which drew the attention of other people in the area. Adrian recognized the scarred and mangled arms of her best friend and instantly relaxed, letting out a hearty laugh. He released her so she turned around to justify her assumption.

“Hey, twat!” Adrian whispered as she smacked Charlie’s head. Charlie rubbed the spot on his head and chuckled.

The pair stared at each other, wide grins plastered on their faces. It took no more than a few seconds before they enveloped one another in a tight hug. Adrian gasped for air between a happy sob while Charlie held her closer. The two pulled away after what felt like an eternity, Adrian quickly wiping her face of the few escaped tears on her cheeks.

“Merlin, I’ve missed you so much,” Adrian sighed. Her eyes raked his body over. “You got so strong! And, Merlin, your hair! Your mum is going to kill you.” Adrian grabbed his hair in a fistful, ogling the length. Charlie laughed as he carefully removed her entangled hands.

“She’s already seen it and I assure you it’s not as bad as Bill’s,” he joked. Charlie eyed her attire, noticing how much she’d changed from the last time he’d seen her. “And you look so...distinguished.” Adrian rolled her eyes.

“I know, I know. I look like a right git. But I have to dress like this now that I got promoted,” Adrian added with a sly grin. Charlie’s jaw dropped at her comment.

“You’re joking,” he said. Adrian shook her head with an excited smile. “That’s amazing news! My best friend got promoted!” Charlie shouted as if he were trying to reach the entire Ministry. Adrian fought off a laugh as she shushed him.

“Shut your mouth! People are staring!” Adrian whispered jokingly. Charlie calmed down but still kept a malicious grin on his face.

“But seriously Adrian-”

“Oh,” she interrupted meekly. “I actually ask people at work to address me by my middle name. A lot of the girls at work didn’t take me seriously for having a boys’ name so I go by Charlotte. For future reference.” Charlie’s smile fell slightly which broke Adrian’s heart a little. He noticed her frown and immediately returned to his excited demeanor, raising Adrian’s spirits.

“Right. Well, I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks,” Adrian replied, looking at him through lowered lashes. She looked down at her briefcase by her feet, snatching it up before eyeing Charlie with a sigh. “So? Are we ready to go?”

“Let’s do it,” Charlie said as he wrapped an arm around Adrian. Before she knew it, the two were apparating away to Charlie’s house.

Adrian arrived in his foyer alongside him. While she admired the quaint cabin, Charlie made his way to the kitchen. He had set a teapot on the stove earlier and left it on while he was gone. Adrian, alarmed, noted to never tell Molly about Charlie’s idiocracy. Adrian took a seat on the couch, pushing a few (hopefully) clean shirts aside.

“Here,” Charlie said as he offered a cup to her.

They drank in silence for a bit. Although they had kept in touch, it was still difficult to transfer from paper to real life.

“So,” Charlie finally started. “Because you’re going by Charlotte, can I call you Cherry again?” Adrian began choking on her tea.

“You arse!” she cried, kicking him in the shin. “No, you absolutely cannot call me Cherry again. Besides, I’m only going by Charlotte at work― you can still call me Adrian.”

“I think I’ll stick to Cherry, thanks,” Charlie teased, causing Adrian to kick him again. The pair dissolved into laughter and there was something so sweet and sentimental about it.

“I can’t believe I went by Cherry when I was little,” the girl sighed. “What a stupid name.”

“I can’t believe you don’t hex me into oblivion whenever I bring it up.”

“Remind me to do that next time.”

“Not a chance,” he said, smiling.

Adrian took a final sip of her tea before standing up. “I should get going. I need to find the main office to get the keys to my cabin.”

“Keys to your cabin?” Charlie stood up, meeting her eyes. His gaze immediately fell to the ground with a sheepish laugh. “I have to admit, I thought you’d be staying with me. Or, at least, you’d be staying with me for a few months until you get your own place. Sure as hell would make up for the last two years of not seeing each other.”

Adrian was torn. All of her bags were at her new cabin but she admittedly wanted to spend more time with Charlie. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to spend the night,” she finally said.

“Fantastic!” he cheered. “I already have the guest bedroom set up for you.” Before Adrian could stop him, Charlie was already on his way upstairs to drop off her briefcase and make final touches on her room. Adrian laughed to herself at his insistence while she slipped off of her heels.

“Hey, Charlie?” Adrian called up to him, coming to a realization as the night neared an end.

“Yes?” Charlie leaned his head over the railing to eye his best friend.

“I don’t have any of my things. I sent my stuff to my new place.”

“I actually spoke with Vivian― lovely lady, works as a receptionist― and asked her to send your things to my place.”

“Oh,” Adrian sighed appreciatively. She was shocked at how much he’d prepared for her arrival, seeing as he hadn’t been prepared for a single thing in his life. “Where’s the bathroom, Charlie? I think I’m going to get ready for bed.”

“It’s up here on the right.” Charlie pointed towards the door before disappearing into her room.

“Toss that bag with the ugly floral design out please!” Just as she asked, the bag flew out of the room.

Adrian stalked up the stairs, snatching the bag outside her door. She turned to her right and froze at the sight of two identical doors. From the living room Adrian could only see one door so she couldn’t figure out which one was the bathroom. She took a guess and entered the first door, arriving in what could only be Charlie’s room. She scoffed at his bachelor style life, carefully navigating her way through the mess of clothes. Adrian shrugged and began to change― she could go to the bathroom to brush her teeth in a minute.

Adrian unzipped her skirt and removed her blouse before rifling through the bag to find a nightgown. She looked up from her bag for a moment to see pictures that she hadn’t noticed before lining the room. She walked towards the first frame to examine the photo. Pictured were Charlie and his family posing together in their backyard.

The frame next to that had a photo of Charlie standing in front of what had to be his first dragon. Adrian chuckled at how small and timid he looked.

The third frame held a photo of Adrian, Charlie, and his siblings. The boys (excluding Bill) eyed Adrian warily. She and Charlie had babysat the lot of them and they had grown quite fond of her growing up; some more than others. Adrian’s arms were wrapped around Ginny, who was grasping onto the older girl’s arms.

The last frame contained a photo of solely her and Charlie. Adrian remembered that day. The pair stood side by side with acceptance letters for their respective careers. Adrian was going in as an assistant and Charlie a trainee.

Adrian was disrupted from her happy memory by the sound of a lusted breath and a door slam. Adrian whipped her head around to see the door just shut. Charlie had seen her. “Merlin, I’m sorry!” Charlie called from the other side of the door.

“No, no, this is my fault! I got lost!” Adrian replied as she hurriedly changed into the silk nightgown she pulled out.

“Are you decent? Can I come in now?”

Adrian hurried to the door while saying, “Yes!”

She reached to open the door as did Charlie. She opened the door before he did and his hand fell against her waist. Adrian jumped back at his touch and began to blush.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m...I’m going to go to bed now. Night, Charlie.” Charlie sputtered but couldn’t say a word. After a few seconds, Adrian pushed past him to go to her room.

Adrian was so caught up in the strangeness of the situation that she didn’t even realize that she left her bag and her clothes in his room. She simply fell onto her bed, hoping she could forget about it.

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inknose · 4 years

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mdzs read diary part IV, the end

It’s inspiring how much self care wwx is gonna finally get now that his husband will go along with whatever he does, so he’s gotta look out for lwj’s well being if not his own. that is emphatically the STUFF

dragging my hands down I face as I read this, after all these chapters of getting up close and personal with ghouls bleeding from every orifice, slaying ancient beasts, rebelling against the entire cultivation world, the two of them are absolutely paralyzed by middle school crush sleepover math

chicken

he actually drew kissy doodles .... he....

IDK I THINK I JUST DOCUMENTED THIS PART CUZ I WAS STILL SCREAMING you cant expect me to have very useful things to say at this point

this is torture you are both so mushy you are so GONE

This part really stood out to me, it’s an attitude I feel like wwx implies with his inner narration a few times but most clearly says here: he’s not one for allowing himself to exaggerate how bad his circumstances are/could be even a little bit - he’s already lived through some extreme low points and found a way to keep going, so he never makes sweeping statements about what he couldn’t live without (Inner JingYi: you’re supposed to say you’d be lost without him here!!!) Instead he seems to accept as a given that being alive doesn’t guarantee him any pleasantness or joy at all, and as a result his feelings toward being in TRUE LOVE are surprisingly pragmatic, but also colored with such gratitude. There are a lot of things in the novel that struck me, like this, as being just a little to the left of familiar tropes/sentiments, and were more touching for it. Whether it be the influence of culture difference as opposed to what I’m used to reading in most western romance stories, or MXTX’s unique outlook, or a combination of both, it was really refreshing and made me pause over it. Not “I can’t imagine living without you” but “I could be living without you, but instead I get to be with you and I think that’s the best thing that could happen.”

ADJFDKFJ THE UST BEING SO STRONG THAT EVEN THE VILLAIN COMMENTS ON IT IN THE MIDDLE OF EXECUTING HIS EVIL PLANS IS ONE OF THOSE THINGS THAT WILL NEVER FAIL TO MAKE ME LAUGH MY ASS OFF. hes like god damn! here I thought I had problems

it was at this moment that I realized we were doing this Now... I’m still recovering. What a scene. I am so glad I saw the most incredible fanart soon afterwards, bc the fact that someone has already drawn a perfect comic of this part means I don’t have to

I love you so much, you are so annoying, you are perfect... I like how he’s been experiencing openly requited love for all of ten minutes but he’s already figured out how to weaponize it to piss people off

doing!!! his!!! job!!!!!

ahh... it’s a really good story. JGY is a great character. One of the most interesting differences for me between drama watching vs. novel reading experience is that without an actor to bat his vulnerable doe eyes at you and smile faintly with his cute dimples, the book does not go much out of its way to try to lull the reader into a false sense of security around him or *endear* him to you the way the show does. But just by seeing events through wei wuxian’s POV, its still enough to evoke pity or understanding towards him. The overall impression is a bit more detached though, there’s less emphasis on the spectacle of how he could manipulate everyone closest to him and more of a general feeling of resigned tragedy that everyones the worst on this bitch of an earth.

I CANNOT DEAL WITH YOU FOR EVEN ONE MORE SECOND!!!!

I clearly paused to take note of less and less parts at the end & the extras due to: a) too excited to reach the end b) too spicy to photograph and c) too sleepy cuz I kept reading in the middle of the night. but I absolutely took the time for Bro We Are Teens appreciation corner:

I’d absolutely read 40 more extra chapters of their monster-of-the-week field trip antics.

god... poor Jin Ling now basically has to deal with divorced parents that talk shit about each other to him whenever he is saying with one of them. except they are both his uncles. just a disasterhood of all uncles from start to finish. AUUUGH wei wuxian and jiang cheng have fucked me up completely, I dream of them reconciling but I also REFUSE to believe it would ever be easy. let me know if theres a fanfic that absolutely tortures you for decades before they hug

HAHAHA oh no this man ain’t making it to immortality thats for damn sure. HE’S JUST GONNA TRY AS HARD AS HE CAN HIS WHOLE LIFE NOT TO LOOK AT HIM BUT THEYRE *MARRIED* SDLKFJSF ohhhh it’s too funny, like... the mundane domestic family drama IN the fantastical swords and sorcery setting is what really ratchets up these things from amusing to fucking hilarious I think

aaaa the end... final random thoughts? No not final, I would like to please keep discussing at length and exhaustively, all the time please - CQL has gotta be one of the best TV adaptations I’ve seen. ANY adaptation of anything would be lucky to be so good!! reading the novel has just made me appreciate it even more.

- I don’t think I can do justice to what I find most fascinating about comparing the two versions briefly, to do that I need to get drunk and ramble at my friends for hours but... the condensed version is something like this. Really all the significant differences between the two versions (besides the ones which can be attributed to censorship and therefore aren’t worth discussing) are a side effect of the structure of how the story is told - there’s barely anything changed arbitrarily. Aside from having a cold opening, the drama sticks to a very linear version of the story, and I think for a TV show or film, that’s probably the best way to do it. We see everything, we get shocked and tricked and betrayed and surprised along with the characters, we feel the biggest impact at the climactic scenes having experienced all the build-up. The novel on the other hand is not only much more non-linear in WHEN we learn bits and pieces of information, but that information is also obfuscated under wei wuxian’s multiple layers of Unreliable Narratoritis, which are as follows: 1) difficulty remembering things because of personality/avoiding painful memories/actual memory loss, 2) No Homo Goggles still on, and 3) a wry sense of humor that makes the reader unsure of how much they can trust his attitude toward things, especially near the beginning. The experience of reading is a puzzle the reader has to mentally piece together through all of the above listed camouflage, and the puzzle itself is a three-sided mystery: One - How Bad of a guy was Wei WuXian really, and how exactly did all the bad stuff in his life go down; Two - wangxian epic pride & prejudice gambits; Three - political murder mystery. (I love stories like this btw... though I fully admit I’m glad I watched first this time bc it might have taken me a long time to tackle otherwise.) Because of this, where the drama wants to pull you in and submerge you in all the most potent emotional parts, the novel in direct contrast deliberately side-steps around these things and asks that you hurt yourself by filling in the blanks. In fact the more intense emotions and painful memories involved, whether it be his relationship with jiang yanli, his DEATH, the darkest days of war times etc, the more the novel evasively withholds details. I actually really like both styles of storytelling but each one is obviously way better suited to its medium. ANYWAY.... THATS BASICALLY WHERE MY BRAINS AT WHILE IM READING GAY SWORD WIZARD BOOKS

- The extras are so saturated with domestic married bliss that it’s a good thing I stopped taking pictures because I’d just take a picture of every page. this is too much for me to take... I did jump the gun a few times and read a few fanfics while I was still mid-read of the book (I tried to hold out but alas I am mortal) and at one point after finishing I was like “wow what fic was it in where lwj says something cute and wwx kisses him in public but they’re in the corner of the restaurant so no one really sees... OH NO WAIT that was actually in there.” and ... and that’s the LEAST OF IT... *stares into the distance* theyre married wow

- I ofc couldn’t help but see a few vague blogs beforehand so honestly I was braced for something like, wildly ooc for the sake of porn to happen in the extras... I definitely appreciate how the incense burner porn interludes could be uhhh a lot for many people and not my personal cup of tea in terms of smut however [here follows the words of a poisonous frog who has dwelt her whole life in the rainforests of BL] the concept is also surprisingly SWEET SDFLKJF like wwx sees lan wangji’s darkest mixed-up violent teenage fantasies and he’s just like aww babe you had a crush on me!! just... good for them

- I swear I’m not gonna rehash every cute married thing they do but wei wuxian grading papers in the tub........................rEALLY GOT ME

- I want to Draw - ok thats enough if I keep going I’ll just write “wei wuxian grading papers in the tub” seven more times probably

#mdzs readthru #this obviously has many spoilers

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