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thesturniolos · 4 months

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guilty pleasures (part 1 )

m. sturniolo x reader

authors note: this picture is actually sickening, need him too bad 🤞

this is all creds to my bae @iheartchrissturniolo thanks for the idea hun < 3 (part 2 including your idea yet to come)

summary: matt has a bit of a crush on his best friend, he’s fantasising ;)

warnings: smut, swearing !!

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she looked heavenly by the pool today, irresistible to the point where my heart ached. i knew i couldn’t have her, i’ve only been reminding myself everyday for the past 6 years and it’s agonising.

the way the droplets of water fell off her golden skin, the bikini that accentuated her curves, oh so perfectly. and knowing i chose it for her was like the cherry on top of the cake. blue- my favourite colour - and hell she knew it when she bought it, she even told me. “i wonder why you picked this one” i remember her slight giggle after she said it, voice like silk, one that plays in my head at night.

she drags her hand through her hair, shaking it a little to get rid of the water, and boy do i wish it was me doing that. for me to be the one to look after her, to do the small things that weren’t so small to me. her eyes are closed and even though she’s been in the water, her makeup remained flawless - not that she needed it, she was absolutely gorgeous with and without.

she didn’t think this however, always telling me how she wishes she looked like anybody else. if she could only see what i see, just for a second, she’d never think that again. she’s better than any supermodel, the ‘prettiest of girls’ according to society weren’t a touch on her. plus, they didn’t come with her personality- she’s a real life angel and i’ve been blessed with even being in her presence.

i would spend every minute and every hour of my day telling her every little thing i love about her from the colour of her nails to the shape of her lips, i don’t care about the dents in her thighs or the stretch marks on her stomach, she’s perfect.

she’s walking closer to me with an arm outstretched, my eyes landing on the matching tattoo she has with me and i smile. i sometimes forget we had that done, which almost instantly brings me back to reality that she is and always will just be my best friend. i cannot afford to lose someone as special as her which is why i have to push those feelings to the side, as much as we want to be free.

her being so close to me and looking at me with those eyes, dark eyes that could mean so many things, made my cheeks blush the slightest red and i become desperate to hide this. what kind of friend blushes like a crazed guy in love when they look at them? it’s just a look, god.

“you got a towel?” there was that voice again, a voice i wish was in my ear forever. it wasn’t high - pitched nor was it deep, it was just in the middle, soothing. reminds me of the times where she held me whilst i cried, the bestest friend there is. reminds me of when she was so utterly drunk and slurring over her words, what was it again?

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“matt” she prods at my arm, waking me up.

“wassup” she frowns looking at my tired state, moving her hand to push hair out of my eyes.

“i’ve got a secret” i frown now, it’s 3am goddamn.

“what’s that”

“you promise you won’t tell anyone?” those little doe eyes drive me crazy, keep looking at me like that and i’ll have an accident.

“i promise” she leans in closer to my ear, her hot breath on my skin.

“i had a dream about you the other day” now i’ve piped up. i don’t care about the time or the sleep in my eyes, she fucking dreamt about me, i’m wide awake.

“oh yeah? good or bad?”

“depends”

“what’d you mean, depends?” once again, driving me crazy. she just knows how to do it.

“well, it depends how you take it.”

“go on.” i’m begging for this now, i need to know what the fuck happened, it’s killing me.

“well, we were doing something,” she twirls my hair in her hand, not looking me in the eyes yet all i can focus on is her and her words. “something best friends don’t do.”

“like what?”

“fucking.”

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held a chokehold over me. every night when i got in to bed i imagined her sleepy self, squirming about in her sheets to the idea of me pounding into her. suddenly i didn’t feel so bad about the hundreds of wet dreams i’ve had ‘bout her, we’re even.

but it only made me more delusional that we could actually be something. she was drunk and it was a dream, i was being dramatic if i thought it was actually something.

“yeah, it’s just there.” i say, pointing to the floor. she bends down to pick it up and i get the best sight of her boobs, pressed against the fabric of her bikini, pushed together ever so slightly. they looked so smooth, so pretty. something i just couldn’t take my eyes off..

“hello? matt?” she swipes her hand in front of my face and i’m so utterly embarrassed, knowing i’d been fixated on her tits. what an assy thing to do, how do i even begin to explain something like that?

“i- uh- i’m sorry! i wasn’t-“ she smiles at me and reaches out to scruff my hair, once again her boobs being directly in my face. is she doing this on purpose? because i’m about to cum in my pants.

“i take it you just really like your choice of bikini, hm?” she laughs, moving the towel to rest it on her hip as she turns around and struts off towards our house. she fucking knows what she does, not just to me but everyone.

i’ve been ignoring the poking in my pants for a while but it’s more prominent then ever now and i need to do something about it or i’m gonna come undone right here right now. it might be pervy but i quite literally cannot be around her when she’s close to naked, my mind travels to the dirtiest of places and to be honest, i’m careless.

if she’s going to act so calm about riling me up like that, then i’m gonna embrace the way she makes me feel. how she makes my cheeks hot and the wet patch that forms in my boxers when she whispers in my ear or now, shoving her boobs in my face.

praying that my jeans cover my painfully obvious hard-on, i quickly walk into the house, making a bee line for my bedroom, desperate to do something about what was happening in my pants.

“you okay, matt?” shes looking at me with a frown, the towel in her hair now as she begins to dry it, still wearing that flattering bikini that is just about to tip me over the edge.

“mhm, i- um, just need to do something.” i look around to see if my brothers are anywhere to be seen, something to distract me from this conversation, i so desperately need to get to that bedroom.

“oh? why’d you look so flustered?” she says with a smug, little smile.

“no reason. i just- i just need a second.” i go to walk away. as much as i would love to stay and talk, right now that is not what i need.

“need my help?”

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peterman-spideyparker · 1 year

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Happy Halloween, everyone! Yes, it’s still technically Halloween, so I’m getting this in while I still can. I kept meaning to write this all month, but I never actually remembered to--one Hocus Pocus viewing later, and voila! Enjoy! :)

Summary: Getting in the holiday spirit, you, Matt, Karen, and Foggy to a themed Halloween costume, enjoying drinks at Josie’s after work when you make a passing comment. Come the end of the night, an opportunity arises that lets both you and Matt explore your words from the bar.

Warnings: Fluff (friendly banter, Matt and Reader are close, Reader knows about Matt’s hobby), swearing, smut (oral- f!receiving (cuz Matt can’t help himself), cowgirl, praise, p in v unprotected sex, more smut insinuated), bad plot because I wanted to write this so don’t @ me

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson and Karen Page

Word Count: 2,363

“Well, if I do say so myself, we look good,” you sigh as you lean against the bar counter. “I think we need to do an office theme group costume every year.”

“I don’t know about that,” Matt he says, clearing his throat before sipping his beer.

“No, I agree with (Y/N)—we look damn good,” Foggy seconds, tipping his hat.

“Agreed,” Karen sighs. “Best law firm in the west.”

“I just don’t remember agreeing to the Western theme,” Matt adds with a shrug.

“Well, it is what it is. And, think of it this way: we’ll be an economical option for any new faces that wander into the bar or we meet in passing tonight.”

“I’m not following,” he trails.

“Well, you know what they say, Murdock. Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” you tease, lightly bumping your hip into his. Matt clears his throat as he shakes his head in amusement and annoyance while Foggy and Karen double over in laughter.

“It wasn’t that funny,” you say with furrowed brows. “How much have you two had to drink?”

“We might have started at the office while you guys wrapped up at court,” Karen admits, but you can tell there’s something off in her response.

“Well, don’t go too nuts, yeah? My liver hurts at the idea of how much you two might drink tonight.”

“And I don’t think (Y/N) or I want to have to maneuver the streets of New York on Halloween to make sure you get home safely,” Matt adds.

“Mm!” you hum, cutting your drink short to agree with Matt. “And don’t even try to counter with cabs and ride-shares—never on Halloween.”

“Fine,” Foggy concedes. “We won’t get too sloshed, I promise. Scouts honor.”

“You weren’t a Scout,” Matt interjects.

“Just take the sentiment, hm?”

Matt and you turn to one another, speaking in your longtime friend telepathic bond before you turn back to your friends and tip your hats in unison.

“Sounds good, partner,” Matt says with a twang.

“Yeehaw,” you second.

“You should really wear flannels more, Matty,” you tell him as you walk arm and arm down the sidewalk, Foggy and Karen having broken off to walk towards their apartments.

“Thanks,” Matt nods. “I’ll make sure to add some to my shopping list.”

“Come on, it feels soft, and it must be keeping you nice and warm.”

“It is. You good? Staying warm?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Anyways, I have a human radiator walking next to me. It’s just a bummer that your apartment is before mine.”

“I’m not letting you walk home alone. I thought you knew me better than that.”

“And I’ve told you I don’t like you walking home by yourself, either. You might have all your abilities to back you, God forbid anything ever happens, but to the rest of the world, you’re just a blind man walking the street. I worry about you, Matty.”

“Well, how about you just stay over tonight?” he suggests. “We don’t have to worry about each other. I’ll even throw my Columbia sweatshirt in the dryer since you’re chilly.”

“What, no cuddles?” you joke.

You don’t need to have Matt’s super hearing to hear how his breath hitches at my words.

“I mean, if it’s a dealbreaker, I guess I can cave on it,” he chuckles.

You move to take off your hat, holding it in your hand as you rest your head in his shoulder. “Okay, Matt. You’ve got yourself a deal, lawyer-man.”

Matt laughs lightly a little more, holding your close as you round the corner to his building. When you make it up the stairs and into his loft, you hum in delight as you feel the warmth of Matt’s apartment wrap around you like hug, the lights from the billboard bathing the entire place in glorious reds and blues.

“Let me go get some clothes and throw them in the dryer for my chilly best friend,” Matt smiles, putting his hand lightly in the small of your back as he moves behinds you. The movement brings goosebumps to your skin and makes your cheeks burn hot. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you lie. “Still a bit cold, I guess.”

“Then it’s good I’m going to warm you up, then.”

You take a deep breath in through your nose and bit the inside of your lip, trying to keep the tingliness you feel at bay. While he does that, you sit on the couch, tucking your legs under yourself as you wait for him.

“Those should be good in fifteen minutes,” he says with a smile, glasses off, sitting next to you. “You’ll have to suffer just a bit longer, I’m afraid.”

“I think I’ll survive,” you sigh dramatically, resting your head in your hand, your elbow propped on the back of the couch.

“You have fun tonight?”

“I always have fun with you guys. The question is if you had fun.”

“I did,” he smiles, copying your body language. “But I think you want to tell me something, though.”

“That’s not fair you can tell things like that,” you grumble.

“But spot on,” he smirks.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Listen, I’m sorry if what I said at the bar crossed a line.”

“What did you say?”

“The horse and cowboy thing.”

“It’s okay. You saw the opportunity and took it. It’s a good joke. And it’s okay to be a little horny on Halloween.”

You swallow as you feel your heart begin to tick up. “Are you saying you’re horny tonight, Matty? Is that why you invited me back?”

“No.” You’re suddenly very aware of how close he is. “But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it.” His forehead rests on yours. “Please tell me you’ve thought about it.”

Leaning forward, you close the small gap between you and feel his lips on yours, soft, warm, and welcoming. His hand cradles your cheek, slowly moving to the back of your head, threading his fingers in your hair. You sigh into his lips, focusing on the way his scruff scratches against your skin and how his mouth moves against yours. While you get yourself lost in the fluidity of his lips, you’re unaware of how his body reacts to you. When his hands move to grip your waist and bring you on his lap, you gasp, your lips opening into an “O” as a bright smile spreads along his face. You bring your hands to hold his face, pulling him back in for a deep kiss, your bodies rocking back and forth on the couch. Matt’s finger scrunch up the blend of your shirt in an effort to hold you impossibly close to him, pulling his lips from yours to press large, damp, needy kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck. You whimper as his mouth secures around your pulse point, feeding on the flesh like a hungry animal.

With a grunt, Matt lifts your bodies from the couch and takes purposeful steps toward the bedroom, his mouth never once faltering from its work on your flesh. Matt leans over on the mattress, locking your body between him and the bed as he moves his fervent kisses from your neck back to your lips, but not before retracing the path he initially took. When Matt’s mouth reaches yours once more, he slips his tongue in, exploring how you taste, smushing your noses together. Your legs latch around his waist, pressing the strained tent in his jeans against your core that you feel growing wetter with each passing embrace.

You clear your head long enough to pull your lips from Matt’s, placing quick and sloppy kisses all over his face before moving to tug at his earlobe. The moan that escapes Matt’s lips is sinful, dipping his head just so to kiss your chest.

“Matty,” you whisper in his ear. “Matty, please. Let me takes these off of you.”

“Yeah angel?” he hums, dragging his nose up your throat.

Removing his body from yours, Matt doesn’t waste any time, ripping open his shirt and quickly discarding the material to his left on the mattress. While he works to get his jeans off, you mimic his movements and take your clothes off as fast as you can when you get an idea. Your panties come off with your skinny jeans and you quickly remove your bra, but not before Matt lowers his lips to your bare stomach and right to your pussy, waisting no time. Judging by the pace that he laps and sucks at the skin, he’s either incredibly horny, or he has thought about doing exactly this for a long time—the manner that his hands palm and squeeze the meat of your spread thighs make you inclined to believe it’s the second one.

Abruptly, he pulls his lips from your core and brings them back to my lips for a deep kiss and letting you taste how you mix with him. The embrace is sloppy and raunchy, making your head spin with delight. Feeling how his rock hard cock presses against you, you take advantage of the situation, rolling you around on the bed and moving down the length of his body.

“Not so fast, Matthew,” you chuckle, gently taking hold of the base of his cock, the heavy weight of his length nothing short of glorious in your hand. Tentatively, you lick the tip of his pink head, tasting the saltiness of his precum and spreading it around before slowly take him in your mouth. Matt lets out a throaty moan, and you hear his head drop onto the pillow. What you can’t fit into my mouth you supplement with your hand, moving up and down him at a steady pace, using your tongue to feel the veins and minute contours of the muscle. The more excited you get, the sloppier your movements become, and the faster the whimpers and whines fall from his lips.

“Angel,” he pants. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me. Good girl, good gi—fuck. Just like that.”

With a delighted hum, you move back up from his length and release him with a loud pop.

“If you liked that, Matty, I think you’ll like what comes next,” you smile.

Giving him a few more pumps, you move to straddle this hips, hovering just slightly. Sliding on his discarded flannel, you tie it tight just under your breasts and lean forward to take the cowboy hat from his head that has managed to stay on this entire time, putting it on your own. A dopey, lopsided grin spreads across his face.

“And what do you have planned, exactly?” he asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“What I said earlier tonight,” you tell him, positioning his cock right at your entrance. “I’m going to ride a cowboy.”

With that, you sink down on his length and feel a glorious stretch. Your eyes close in delight, and you can only assume Matt’s expression matches yours from the way he interlaces his fingers with yours. Taking a moment to adjust to his length and girth, you slowly begin to move up and down him. Your moans and pants slowly start to fill the room, the sound making your heart race and your skin grow warm.

“So big, Matt,” you moan as you switch from up and down motions to rocking your hips back and forth. The change makes Matt cry out in pleasure, pulling his fingers from how they’re clasped to hold tightly to the flesh of your hips, guiding you to keep a steady rhythm. One of your hands moves to rest on his abdomen while the other holds onto the hat to keep it on.

“S-shit,” he curses. “You feel so good for me, riding me like that, sweetheart. So wet, baby.”

“Matty,” you moan as you move my hips faster.

“I know, I know. Give me those curves, baby.”

Leaning forward, you move down and kiss him, allowing him to continue guiding your hips.

“Fill me so good,” you mutter into his skin. “Hit the spot.”

“Yeah? You like how I feel in you? Huh? Fuck, you’re perfect.”

The pace and angle starts to become too much, your breathing becoming more erratic and your cries more desperate.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” Matt grunts in your ear, placing kisses wherever he can on your face. “Can you do that for me?”

“Y-Yes,” you pant, focusing only on Matt’s skin and how his heart thunders in his chest. It’s just enough to push you over the edge, and you squeeze his cock, your hands desperately clutching onto his shoulders while his hands maintain your momentum. “Matt!”

“I know, I-I’m clo—ohh, fuck!” Matt moans, his hips slapping hard into you, filling you with his load. “Fuck, angel!”

As you ride out your highs together, you collapse on his chest, your chests heaving from the exertion.

“Howdy,” he chuckles, pushing the hat back to kiss your forehead.

You giggle before you return the greeting: “Howdy.”

“You’re really good at that, you know.”

“You’re not half bad yourself, Murdock.”

Bringing your lips back to his, you kiss him once more, the sweetness and slow nature of the embrace different than the heated passion from your other exchanges. Matt takes the hat from your head, putting it somewhere to the side as he rolls you over, somehow staying inside of you in the change of position.

“Still want those clothes from the dryer?”

You smile and shake your head in disbelief. The sass of this man is incredible.

“I think I might be okay, especially if you let me stay in your arms for the night.”

Matt’s fingers ghost up to the knot of his shirt on your body, letting the cotton blend fabric fall to the side and expose your breasts as he lets his lips hover just over yours, teasing you as the corners of his curl up. “I don’t see that being a problem at all, angel. In fact, I don’t have any intention of letting you go.”

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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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Can we please have a part two to some questions are better left alone? I’m obsessed!!!

some questions are better left alone, part 2

Rowaelin x f!Reader

(part one) (part three)

Summary: They want you here, I repeated to myself. If I said it enough, I might start believing it. Or the words would lose their meaning.

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: drinking, angst, y/n is a bit impulsive

A/N: I’m glad you liked it, here it is! This is a bit shorter than the first one! I’m thinking about doing a part three

I thought about it for days. Whether I should stay - or go back home for some time to sort my thoughts out. I promised we would speak about it, but I never gave an exact time or date.

Here, their presence was intoxicating and everywhere. I was drawn to them, and everything in me wanted to please them, to do what I had to to stay close to my mates. Maybe that was part of the problem, I couldn’t have a clear head here. And speaking to my family and friends back home about it …

The journey wasn’t incredibly long - maybe one week, but with how busy everything had been I’ve only seen them a few times in the last couple of years. Every time the conversation about visiting home popped up, there seemed to be another event going on. I have been brushing it off as a coincidence.

She looked right at us, her body stiff and her throat swallowing. “I need to visit home for a bit.”

It felt like all of the air left her lungs. She said they would talk about it, would have a conversation, why would she need to leave?

“Why?” Rowan asked bluntly.

“I can’t …” She covered her face with her hands, dragging them down before exhaling slowly. “I can’t think here. I need space.”

“We can give you space here,” Aelin said hesitantly. “You have your own space.”

“That’s not the same.” She could see the pain in her eyes - the indecision, the doubt.

Do you think she’ll come back? If we let her go. Rowan asked her, glancing her way.

“As long as you swear you’ll come back.” Aelin’s eyes bore into me, like a brand. It sounded vaguely like a threat. Promises are some of the only things immortals deal in anymore - promises and bargains.

There was a momentary, too-obvious, pause. “I swear it.” I promised. Not a date, or a time.

She’s keeping everything vague. Rowan’s voice sounded in her mind, before he asked her, “When will you come back?”

A fair, reasonable question but the hesitation in y/n’s eyes worried Aelin.

“I don’t know yet,” her fingers tapped against the wooden table. “I won’t be long, but I haven’t seen my family in a while.” A tang of guilt ripped through Aelin. Y/n had barely been away from them since she first moved here. Her family didn’t live that far away, y/n could reach them rather quickly. She got the keen sense that if they offered to go with her, it would be shot down - shot down quick enough it might sting, so she didn’t bother asking.

“A month.” Y/n finally said, before her or Rowan could speak. “I’ll be back in a month.”

About one week of travel each way, two weeks with her family. It was all reasonable. So reasonable Aelin couldn’t find a way to shoot it down, not without seeming unhinged herself.

“You know why mates are put together, right?” My cousin glanced at me. I’d told her about my doubts and fears - about everything. She’s the only one I trusted to keep her mouth shut. As far as the rest of my family was concerned, it was a surprise visit home. I played it off well, but my cousin knew me better than the rest. As two only children, we were raised like siblings.

“Because they’re equals.” I answered automatically, “or to make the most powerful babies.”

She snorted. “I hope you don’t get pregnant anytime soon.”

“I’m not planning on it,” I laughed. The thought of a pregnancy made me shiver. Something I was certainly not ready for.

“But,” My cousin turned to look at me, grabbing my hand gently, “we were also taught that doesn’t mean mates are always a perfect fit.”

I dropped her hand. I can’t imagine life without them. Not now, not now that I’d been with them so long. But … they had lived a life without me, and could probably picture it perfectly well. “Do you think they would be better off on their own?”

“I don’t know them,” she raised a brow, “and that’s not a question you should be asking me.”

The rest of the visit went well, and I did feel a freshness - but also an emptiness at the same time, like a key part of me was missing. I found myself both dreading and anticipating leaving. Dreading the conversation we’d be having on my return, but eager to be back with them, to have that part of my soul fulfilled.

Aelin and Rowan were on edge the entire time she was gone.

Rowan managed to sit in one place, even feign concentrating on a report, but Aelin wore a path back and forth across the room.

“She’ll be back tomorrow.” He finally said, putting down the papers he’d been staring at, not really reading or comprehending any of the contents.

“What if she doesn’t come back?”

“Has she ever broken a promise?”

“No.” His fireheart sighed, walking towards him instead, before perching on his lap, her head against his shoulder.

“She should already be on her way,” he murmured, running his hand up and down her spine. “And before you ask, I won’t go check.”

Aelin let out something between a grumble and a growl - enough to tell him he was right. They needed to show her they trusted her, trusted that she would keep her word.

I was surprised I didn’t see any white-tailed hawks following me back to the castle, or scouting out my path. I was keeping my eye out for any birds that might be in the area. None followed me home, or checked I was on my way back. The show of trust surprised me. At least they know I’ll keep my promises.

We were all toying around the conversation, the one we all knew needed to happen. It was unlike us, really, to be so hesitant about things like this. It was me, of all people, who brought it.

“One of the thoughts I had.” I swallowed, “I’ve been taught mates aren’t always a perfect fit. That they’re paired together for either whoever can make the most powerful children, or who are equals, and I know something doesn’t have to be perfect to make it work, but sometimes I wonder why you’d want me when you’re already a perfect fit and if you were happier without me.” I thought of Fenrys’s warning - of pretending those words never came out of my mouth. Gods, what if I’d made a big mistake … what if this would make them think, make them realize they really would be better off without me, if they were happier.

I found the courage to look at both of them. They looked crestfallen. Aelin reached out and covered my hand with hers. “We want you. We’re happy with you. Now that you’re here, we never want to let you go.” An unusual softness was present in Rowan’s eyes as well and he reached out, covering my other hand. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to.

They talked, and talked, and talked. Thank the gods they didn’t have any meetings or plans today, otherwise they would have been very very late, and not in the best mood to deal with anyone else.

“Do you,” Aelin swallowed harshly. “Do you want to go home, permanently?”

“I don’t want to leave you.” Not a direct answer, but good enough that her shoulders visibly relaxed.

Rowan and Aelin were more before we realized we were mates. Enemies. Friends. Carranam. My Blood-Sworn. Lovers. Husband and wife. Mates. A progression, a timeline. Comparatively, y/n jumped right in at that last step, without the other experiences to form a solid rock or foundation. But, they could build those experiences over time.

Rowan thought he’d be prepared for things like this, having been mated for a decade already, but it was so damn different. Aelin and y/n aren’t the same, and he can't treat them exactly the same. Where Aelin will tell him off, y/n doesn’t - she holds all of that in. He needs to work on being … nicer, and she needs to work on saying what she’s feeling, or thinking.

“We won’t be mad at you for the things you’re thinking, or feeling. We can’t fix a problem if we don’t know it exists.”

“Right.” She hesitated for a few moments, but kept speaking, “part of this is my fault, for putting words in your mouth.”

“We haven’t been very considerate of you, and your feelings.”

Awkward, but good.

I dragged Fenrys back to my rooms again, the day after we talked.

“I assume I’m summoned here because of a certain talk you had.” His eyes glinted with amusement. I groaned, but motioned to the chair in front of me. He sat, looking half amused and half worried. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense.”

“It was fine,” I hesitated.

His face grew taut. “Fine?”

“They asked if I wanted to go home permanently.”

“And what did you say?”

“That I don’t want to leave.”

A heavy silence filled the room. I gave them a half-answer. I don’t want to leave here.

“You’re thinking about it.” Fenrys didn’t pose it as a question.

“I’m always thinking about …” I didn’t want to finish the sentence, didn’t want to put the words out into the open - into the air.

“Don’t tell me.” He said quickly, before I could gather my thoughts enough to continue speaking. He might get the urge to tell Aelin, if I said anything that could cause her any kind of hurt - emotional included. He stood, rolling his shoulders back. “You need a night out,” his eyes danced in amusement. “Invite your friends. Especially the pretty one.”

“That sounds perfect,” I managed to say in between laughs.

“Write a better note this time,” he winked. “I’ll meet you at the gates in half an hour.”

I scrambled for a pen and paper.

Going out with Fenrys, I’ll try not to walk into any pillars this time. Don’t be too nosy.

They’d likely find that funny. Gods I hope they will.

Rowan picked up the note, ‘I'll try not to walk into any pillars,’ he sighed. Fenrys definitely pulled her into this, well aware he and Aelin would be in an important trade meeting the next morning. He handed it to Aelin, who snorted in amusement.

“They’ll have a good time.” She turned to him with narrowed eyes. “And you won’t make a big fuss this time.”

“I didn’t make a fuss.” He countered, arms crossed. His mate only raised an elegant eyebrow. Really? I think you started a fight. Rowan ignored the barb, stalking from the room to find something to do. There were always reports to read. Aelin snickered, right on his heels.

The night out was exactly what I needed. Laughter, friends, alcohol. Fenrys and I made our way back, drunk off our asses. Failing to hide our laughter as we made our way down the halls. I didn’t walk into any pillars this time, didn’t beat anyone in a drinking contest, and avoided Effie’s homemade liquor.

Fenrys was too drunk - or too lazy to make his way back to his rooms, and shifted right in the sitting room, curling up on a rug. I sniffed the air. Drunk dog. That’s a new scent.

I bit back another laugh, changing before stumbling into my bed.

Rowan woke a bit earlier than necessary, intending to check on y/n before the meeting. Aelin grumbled at him, but didn’t follow him out of bed this time.

It took a lot of self control not to laugh at the wolf curled up in her sitting room, sleeping like the dead. Alcohol and dog - he rolled his eyes, headed for the door.

He opened it quietly, just enough to peer into the room. Y/n was sound asleep, one arm hanging over the end of the bed, mouth open and drooling slightly onto her pillow. At least she doesn’t reek of alcohol this time. The dawn rays were beginning to stream in through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on her face. Without thinking too much of it, he fetched a tonic for headache, and a glass of water, setting it on the side table. He let himself brush a few strands of hair away from her face. She didn’t move, didn’t stir, the entire time.

Rowan frowned. Anyone could sneak into her room and … he cut off that line of thinking, but made sure to double check the locks on the windows before leaving.

Aelin rubbed her eyes, yawning as Rowan trailed back into the room.

“All okay?” She drawled. It was cute that he woke up early to check on her. Fussy buzzard.

“Yes,” he grunted. “There’s a drunk wolf sleeping on the floor of her sitting room.”

She snorted at the idea. A wolf-sized pony in her sitting room. Fenrys was either too intoxicated or too lazy to make his way back to his own rooms. Maybe next time she’d get y/n to glamor her, just so she could go out with them.

“Two of them is enough.” Rowan must’ve seen the look on her face. “I don’t need to worry about three of you stumbling through the streets. You’d empty all of the alcohol out of that tavern.”

Aelin gave an innocent shrug, ignoring his sigh before rising to get ready for the day. She wasn’t excited for this meeting.

I woke up to the faint scent of pine and snow, and some blessings on my bedside table. Rowan can be sweet from time to time, in his own way. I downed the tonic in one gulp. The night out may have been a temporary relief, but the seed of doubt started to drift back into me.

They want you here, I repeated to myself. If I said it enough, I might start believing it. Or the words would lose their meaning.

Pushing the door open, a great white lump of fur dozed on the floor, a few feet in front of me.

I poked him in the ribs, before jumping back out of the way. His lips curled in a snarl, the canine body poised to strike, before he realized who I am, and huffed. Fenrys shifted back into Fae form.

“Good morning,” I chirped, unnecessarily loud. He winced, sending me a vulgar gesture. I rummaged my cabinets, tossing a tonic over my shoulder.

I heard a curse, then a swallow. “Thank you,” he muttered. I turned and grinned at him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing courtly things?”

“Nope,” he snorted. “Their Majesties get to handle this one.”

I hummed. He hung around for tea, before leaving to do … whatever else Fenrys does.

“Are you still having doubts?” Aelin brought up randomly, over dinner a few weeks later. It was just the two of us, Rowan out late training some new guards. Poor souls.

I blinked in surprise. “Are you?”

“No.” She said a bit too quickly. My heart dropped into my stomach.

“I’m not.” I said slowly, the words feeling like a half-lie on my tongue. Nothing had been unusual the last few weeks. If anything, things had been better. I forced a smile onto my face, and changed the topic - asking about their upcoming meeting with some delegates from Melisande. I listened to her complaints about the various ‘assholes,’ she’d have to deal with, but my mind swirled on how quickly she answered.

I had Effie post a discreet letter for me the next day.

Aelin wondered if she sent the wrong message with her answer. She didn't have doubts, not about their relationship. No, doubts if y/n was feeling more secure here. The female did seem a bit distant the rest of the night. She decided not to think about it too much, to push it to the back of her mind and bring it up with Rowan later.

The next week, an urgent letter came for me. I opened it with Rowan and Aelin, taking careful notice of the seal - my family’s seal. My eyes widened as I read it. A summons. The letter I posted arrived quickly.

I handed it to Rowan and Aelin silently, settling my face into a lost and confused mask. I'm completely aware they're watching my every move, my every reaction.

“Do you want company?” Aelin asked gently.

I swallowed harshly, “I should probably handle this alone.”

#rowaelin x reader #rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin #poly!rowaelin x reader #poly!rowaelin x y/n #rowan whitethorn x y/n #rowan whitethorn x reader #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader #throne of glass fic #throne of glass x reader #angst not really comfort I'm sorry

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rainisawriter · 7 months

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A Helping Hand – Cobra (PSF #11)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, romance

Prompt: Sweet Tooth (@flufftober) / Would you rather… pumpkin spice or cinnamon? (@slumberpartybingo Fall Flash)

Word Count: 2,729

Pairing: Reader x Cobra

World: High&Low

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You entered the diner, enjoying the warmth it offered against the cold wind outside. The usual suspects were chilling at the table in the center of the room, eating the omelet that Naomi had made them while they argued about some TV show the three of them were watching.

You approached the booth in the corner where Cobra sat, flipping through a wrestling magazine. He sent you that soft smile that was reserved only for you as you sat down across from him.

“You’re late,” he spoke softly, eyes falling to the ring on your finger. He had given it to you for your birthday as a promise that he would always love you. Though you had sworn to never take it off, he still felt surprised and happy every time he saw it on you.

“Sorry. You know how Hyuga is,” you shook your head, tugging off your jacket. “A lot of people are gambling around this time of year, trying to win big before December finally gets here. It’s only going to get busier and he’s only going to get more demanding.”

Cobra did not like the fact that you worked for Daruma’s gambling hall, but you had known Hyuga long before you ever crossed paths with Sannoh. He had considered, on more than one occasion, asking you to quit working for him but he knew that you were, above all else, loyal.

“You don’t need to apologize.” He held his hand out and you smiled, setting yours against his own. “Just promise me you won’t gamble again.”

Your smile turned sheepish, a laugh passing your lips. You had only gambled once in your life after you had gone drinking with the Daruma babies one weekend. You were on a hot streak, actually, but you refused to quit while you were ahead and ended up losing everything.

You had started out with twenty bucks, turned it into ten thousand only to lose it all and walk away with just twenty cents to your name. The Four boys hadn’t done much better, either, and Hyuga was pissed when he found out. You were pretty sure he was just upset that you hadn’t blown it all at his gambling hall instead, honestly.

“I learned my lesson, I swear. I’ll never gamble again.”

He chuckled, nodding his head. “Good.”

It was pretty late by this point, so the boys slowly filed out of the diner until it was just you, Cobra and Naomi left. It was strange when the diner was quiet, but you didn’t hate it. Everyone needed a break from the rowdy Sannoh boys every now and again.

“Are you kidding me?” cried Naomi, sounding distressed.

You glanced over at her, seeing her begin to pace back and forth as she talked to someone on the phone.

“There must be some way… can’t you reschedule? Ah, no, I… yes, I understand… I’m sorry about that, but…” She pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly frustrated but trying to remain polite. “Yes… yes, I understand, Nakamoto-san. Good night.”

You exchanged a concerned look with your boyfriend before addressing her. “Everything alright, Nao?”

“No, not at all.” She ran a hand through her hair, continuing to pace.

Cobra leaned forward, brow furrowed in concern. “What is it?”

“You remember how I was asked to help provide snacks for the elementary school’s autumn festival, right?”

He nodded.

“The job was supposed to be split between me and Nakamoto-san, the head of the PTA but she just told me that something came up and she can’t help. There’s no way I can do it by myself! What am I going to do?”

You frowned, standing up to comfort her. “It’s alright, Nao. I’ll help.”

“You will?” She looked at you hopefully. “Are you sure? I know you’re really busy with Daruma…”

“Don’t worry, Hyuga owes me some vacation time anyway,” you grinned.

“Are you sure he’ll give it to you?”

“Nothing is ever a sure thing with him, but I’ll find a way to get out of work.” You gave her a reassuring look. “I’m not very experienced with baking, but I know how to follow a recipe. If you write down everything I need and how to make them, I’ll happily help.”

“Thank you so much!” She threw her arms around you, hugging you tightly which you returned without hesitation.

Cobra felt butterflies in his stomach as he watched you. You were willing to blow off your responsibilities with Hyuga to help Naomi, to help a member of his family. The amount of happiness that brought him was, quite frankly, embarrassing.

“I’ll help, too.”

Naomi looked between the two of you with glassy eyes. “Thank you both so much! I’ll get to work on the lists and recipes.” And then she disappeared into the back.

Cobra approached you with a warm smile, wrapping his arms around you. “Thank you for helping her. Let me know if Hyuga gives you a hard time.”

“I’m always happy to help your family, Jun.”

He hummed, brushing his lips against your own. “They’ll be your family, too, one day.”

You chuckled, looping your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape. “I don’t think so. I’ll always be Daruma and, well… we caused you guys a lot of trouble at one point. They may be willing to put up with me because of you, but I doubt they’ll ever view me as part of the family.”

His brow furrowed in concern. Had one of the Sannoh boys said something to you? Thinking about it, he hadn’t really discussed it with the others. You just started dating one day and he started to bring you around without asking how everyone felt about it. He knew Yamato didn’t trust you at first, but did he still feel that way?

You poked the spot between his brows. “If you keep frowning like that, you’re gonna get premature wrinkles.”

His lips formed your name but you cut him off, knowing what he was going to say.

“It’s really not a big deal, baby. I went into this relationship knowing that they most likely wouldn’t accept me and I honestly don’t blame them for it. As long as I get to be with you, that’s enough.” You tugged him closer until your lips met.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, but his mind was partly elsewhere. It was enough for you, perhaps, but not for him. He wanted them to accept you, to love you like he did. He didn’t just want to be your boyfriend, he wanted to be your everything like you were to him.

Having his family accept you and love you was important to him.

“Okay, this should be everything.” Naomi returned with a small stack of papers, pausing when she saw how close the two of you were. “Am I… interrupting something?” The sly smile on her lips said that she already had her answer.

You laughed, pulling away from him. “We were just keeping each other company until you returned.”

“Sure,” she chuckled, handing you the stack. “I printed out the recipes for you. Each one has a full list of everything you’ll need to make them and if you have any questions, I’m just a phone call away.”

“Nice. When do they need to be made?”

“The festival is tomorrow afternoon,” she winced, running a hand through her hair. “We need to start working on them tonight if we want to make it in time… I’m sorry, I should have told you that first… it’s probably too short notice, right?”

“I’ll make it work and yes, I’m sure.”

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” you replied, turning to look at Cobra and holding out your hand. “Up for some late-night shopping?”

“Sounds fun.” He slid his hand into your own, fingers lacing together.

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As soon as you returned home, you started to look over the recipes while Cobra put away anything perishable. None of them seemed too complicated so you felt confident that you could make them with little to no problem, especially with Cobra at your side.

“What are we making first?” He leaned on the counter beside you, peering at the recipes.

“What do you think?”

“We should probably choose whatever takes the longest to make so we can get it out of the way.” His eyes scanned through pages before tapping the one for the Sakura Mochi. “This is the longest, so let’s start with it.”

“Okay, let’s see. We’re supposed to soak the sweet rice for at least an hour and soak the sakura leaves for fifteen minutes.”

“Easy,” he grinned, grabbing two bowls and filling them with water. “We have to wait for them to soak, so which recipe is next?”

“Purin! We have to combine the sugar and water into a saucepan. Medium heat until the sugar has dissolved.”

Cobra did as you ordered without question, enjoying how domestic this all felt. He could definitely get used to this and was already making up excuses in his mind to get the two of you cooking together again.

For the rest of the night, the two of you worked together to bake the various treats requested by Naomi and you felt as if you were making pretty good time, all things considered. You did end up getting into a flour fight with Cobra because he kept trying to steal some of the finished treats, unable to fight his sweet tooth.

You were proud to say you had won that fight, though the messy kitchen was a reminder that you both had lost the war.

You yawned as you looked at the final two recipes, trying to decide which one you wanted to make. You had messaged Naomi about your progress and she told you that there were plenty of treats between the three of you. You should have gone to bed since it was nearly five in the morning, but you wanted to make one last thing first.

You hummed, thoughtfully. “Hey, Jun?”

“Yes, love?” He glanced over at you from where he sat on the couch, looking half-asleep.

You leaned on the counter, smiling at how cute he looked, even with bits of flour stuck to his blonde locks. “Would you rather have pumpkin spice cookies or cinnamon cookies?”

He thought about it for a moment, shifting to a more comfortable position. “I’ve never had pumpkin spice cookies before but I know you like them. I choose those.”

“What if you don’t like them?”

He hummed, closing his eyes. “I’ll like anything you make.”

“Such a hopeless romantic,” you teased softly, walking over to cover him with the blanket. You brushed the hair away from his face, fingers lingering on his cheek longer than necessary.

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, though you really couldn’t blame him. All you wanted to do was sleep, as well, but you decided that making these cookies was more important. He had worked hard and, though he did attempt to swipe a few treats, he had mostly behaved.

Cobra was a man who loved sweets. More than anything, he wanted the sweets that you had made with your own hands because, to him, they tasted all the sweeter. You had honestly always wanted to bake for him, but you had just never gotten around to it for two reasons.

The first was because Hyuga kept you so busy that you rarely had the time or energy. The second, which was probably more important, was because you were afraid. Afraid that they would come out terrible and he would hate them, yet he would still force himself to eat them because he loved you.

You slapped both of your cheeks at the same time, shaking your head to wake yourself up. You were going to make these cookies for him and he was going to love them, not just because you made them yourself, but because they tasted amazing.

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Cobra woke up several hours later, the apartment still smelling like sugar, pumpkin and various other sweet flavors that made his mouth water. He expected you to be asleep in the bedroom but you weren’t. You had fallen asleep at the island, the other half of your body draped over the countertop, arms acting as a pillow.

All of the treats had been wrapped up or placed in containers, ready to be picked up by Naomi. He glanced at the clock. There were still a few hours left before she was due to arrive so he had time to clean up. Before doing that, however, he wanted to take you to the bedroom. That couldn’t be a comfortable position to sleep in, after all.

He brought you carefully into his arms and you shifted closer to his warmth, mumbling incoherently in your sleep about pumpkin sugar cubes and honey tea. With a chuckle, he placed you gently in bed, bringing the covers over you so you wouldn’t catch a cold.

“Sleep well, love,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. It took a while for him to get the mess cleaned up and he was sure he had missed some flour somewhere, but that was a problem for the future.

There was a knock on the door and he headed over to open it, drying his hands with a dish towel.

“Good morning,” greeted Naomi, looking tired but pleased.

“Morning.” He stepped aside to let her in. “We got everything done and ready to go.”

“Thank you so much for the help. You two really saved me.”

“Don’t mention it. We were happy to help. Do you want some coffee?”

“I wish I could stay for one, but I have to get these to the school.”

“Do you need help?”

“No, I’ve got it,” she smiled gratefully, packing away the containers into the reusable bag she had brought with her. When she picked up the final container, she paused, a smile coming to her lips. “Pretty sure this one is for you.”

His brow furrowed as he took the plastic container from her. An orange sticky note sat on the lid with his name written on it next to a cute little heart. When had you made these? He realized it must have been after he fell asleep and he couldn’t help but smile, warmth filling his chest.

“I’ll see you later,” said Naomi as she headed for the door. “Thank you again!”

“Be safe, Naomi.”

Once she was gone, he grabbed one of the cookies from its container, taking a small bite. It was his first time trying a pumpkin spice cookie so he was a bit weary at first, but the flavor exploded on his tongue. Maybe he was crazy, but he felt as if he could feel every ounce of love you had poured into them.

With a smile, he returned to the bedroom, sliding under the covers and pulling you into his arms. You didn’t hesitate to snuggle further into his chest, adoring the way he smelled and how warm his body was.

“What time is it?” you mumbled.

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table, brushing his fingers through your hair. “It’s almost nine.”

“Shit, Naomi will be here soon.” You tried to sit up but he tightened his grip, keeping you in place.

“I already passed them along to her. Go back to sleep.”

“You didn’t give her the cookies in the plastic container with the blue lid, did you?”

“No, love,” he answered softly, unable to hold back his smile. “You didn’t have to make them for me.”

“I wanted to. I hope they came out tasting good,” you muttered, looking up at him tiredly.

“They taste amazing.”

“Do you mean that or are you just saying that because I made them?”

“I mean it.” He cupped your cheek, leaning down to rub his nose against yours. The gesture was cute and sweet, but it left you feeling embarrassed. “Thank you for making them.”

“If you want… I can bake for you more often?”

“Please,” he replied quickly before clearing his throat, color rising to his cheeks. “I’d really like that.”

“Consider it done, then,” you laughed, snuggling closer to him and closing your eyes.

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-> High&Low/Rampage Taglist: @kiraaaeon, @simpforchuchu, @star2fishmeg, @thatpoindexterpixy @manhwabtch

-> General Taglist: @asterhaze, @mrskenpachizaraki

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lorcandidlucienwill · 2 months

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Elorcan

“You swear it? That you will protect me?” “I didn’t leave you to the ilken today, did I?” “Swear it.” “I promise. I will not abandon you.” “Then I will tell you what I know.” “Bigger tits won’t prove or hide anything.” “Perhaps they’ll keep men distracted just enough that they won’t ask questions.” “Husband." "Brother. I am your brother." “You are my husband. We have been married three months. Follow my lead. Men will not fear the threat of a brother. I would still be unclaimed—still be open for … invitations. I have seen how little respect men have for anything they think they are entitled to. So you are my husband until I say otherwise.” "You have no money, do you?" "Looks like I was mistaken." “Come, wife.” "Figure it out yourself." "We have a bargain, girl." “You did not specify when I had to tell you. So I may take as much time as I wish to recall details, if you desire to wring every last one of them from me.” “Do not toy with me.” “Or what? Kill me, hurt me, and you’ll still be out of answers.” “I could find some buckets, heat water, and you could bathe in here, if you want. I’ll stand watch outside.”

“I’ll offer Ombriel a coin to wash it all for you tonight.” “I have no other clothes to wear.” “You can sleep without them.” “With you in here?” “What about your own clothes?” “What of them?” “You … they’re filthy, too.” “I can wait another night.” “Why should I be the only one naked? Wouldn’t the ruse work better if you and I both took the opportunity at once?” “You are very young. And I am very old.” “How old?” “Old.” “A body is a body. You reek as badly as I do. Go sleep outside if you won’t wash.” “Fine." “How badly does it hurt every day?” “I’ve had it since I was a child. I learned to live with it.” “That’s not an answer.” “Why do you even care? You said you’d stand watch. I thought you meant outside.” “Enjoy yourself.” “My uncle … He is a commander at Morath. He … locked me in the dungeon once. His name is Vernon, and he is clever and cruel, and he will likely try to keep you alive if you are caught. He wields people to gain power for himself. He has no mercy, no soul. There is no moral code that guides him." “Would you like me to kill him for you?” "Would there be a cost?" "No." “Your foot has been ruined for years, though. He locked you in the dungeon that long?” “No. I was only in the dungeon for a week. The ankle, the chain … He did that to me long before.” "What chain." “When you kill my uncle, ask him yourself.” “Molly will be begging you to stay, you realize.” “Is that your professional prediction?” “Did you sell your shirt, too?” “Got ten coppers from a farmer’s wife for it.” “That’s disgusting.” “Money is money. I suppose you don’t need to worry about it, with all the gold you’ve got stashed.”

“Marion was my mother’s name. She died defending Aelin Galathynius from her assassin. My mother bought Aelin time to run—to get away so she could one day return to save us all. My uncle, Vernon, watched and smiled as my father, the Lord of Perranth, was executed outside our castle. Then he took my father’s title and lands and home. And for the next ten years, my uncle locked me in the highest tower of Perranth Castle, with only my nursemaid for company. When I broke my foot and ankle, he did not trust healers enough to let them treat it. He kept bars on the tower windows to keep me from killing myself, and shackled my ankles to keep me from running. I left for the first time in a decade when he shoved me into a prison wagon and dragged me down to Morath. There, he made me work as a servant—for the humiliation and terror he delights in. I planned and dreamed of escaping every day. And when the time came … I took my chance. I did not know about the ilken, had only heard rumors of fell things being bred in the mountains beyond the Keep. I have no lands, no money, no army to offer Aelin Galathynius. But I will find her—and help her in whatever way I can. If only to keep just one girl, just one, from ever enduring what I did.” “I am over five hundred years old. I am blood-sworn to Queen Maeve of the Fae, and I am her second-in-command. I have done great and terrible things in her name, and I will do more before death comes to claim me. I was born a bastard on the streets of Doranelle, ran wild with the other discarded children until I realized my talents were different. Maeve noticed, too. I can kill faster—I can sense when death is near. I think my magic is death, given to me by Hellas himself. I am in these lands on behalf of my queen—though I came without her permission. She might very well hunt me down and kill me for it. If her sentinels arrive looking for me, it is in your best interest to pretend not to know who and what I am.” “Do you have a family?” “No.” “Do you have friends?” “No.” “Then you and I are the same in that regard, at least.” “I’m going to Eyllwe. Take me ashore and I’ll wash my hands of you as easily as you washed the blood of that man off yours.” "Did you not hear what I said? Take me to shore.” “No.” “No?” “The river veered southward two miles ago. From the map in the cabin, we can take it straight south, then find the fastest route to Banjali. Turns out, I now have business with Aelin Galathynius, too. Congratulations, Lady. You just got yourself a guide to Eyllwe.” “As far as anyone’s concerned, you’re still my wife.” "I will always find you. I promise." "I will always find you too, Lorcan." “I wanted to go to Perranth with you.”

“I love you. I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken. And I will be with you …I will be with you always.” "No." "I love you. I have loved you, from the moment you came to fight for me against Vernon and the ilken. And when I heard you were somewhere on that battlefield, the only thing I wanted was to be able to tell you that. It was the only thing that mattered.” "Ask me to stay." "Stay." "Ask me to come to Perranth with you." "Ask me to marry you." "Will you marry me, Lorcan Salvaterre?" "I'll think about it." “It’s just … I’m Lady of Perranth. If you marry me, you will take my family name. Lord Lorcan Lochan?" “I’ll use it with pride every damned day for the rest of my life. I will marry you, Elide Lochan. And proudly call myself Lord Lorcan Lochan, even when the whole kingdom laughs to hear it. And when we are wed, I will bind my life to yours. So we will never know a day apart. Never be alone, ever again.”

#elorcan #elorcan trash #anyway...brb gtg cry from this #lorcan salvaterre #elide lochan #lord lorcan lochan

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altheasmeadow · 1 year

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Prove It Nishimura

Word Count: 797

Warnings: Sassy/mad Sunoo, None other than that

Summary: In which Ni-Ki was dared to confess his feelings for his friend, and nobody really takes the news well

Pairing: Ni-Ki x reader romantically, Sunoo X reader Platonically.

“A Dare?” Jungwon asked increduously as he looked at Ni-Ki in shock, Ni-Ki sat on the couch beyond embarrassed as his hyungs look at him in shock, “With who?”

“Some of the other maknaes, they came across edits of her and I and dared me to confess so I did, but she overheard the conversation and took it the wrong way.” He explained looking sad.

“Is there a right way to take it?” Sunoo wondered, eyeing Ni-Ki sassily, she had become Sunoo’s bestfriend within the year or so Ni-Ki had been friends with her, and they got closer when she told him about her feelings for Ni-Ki.

“Look, I know I messed up. I don’t need you rubbing it in.”

“No, I think that is exactly what you need. Because this affects not only you, she thinks I outed her feelings to you, she’s refusing to talk to me. So Yes I need to rub it in, and yes I’m going to tell you exactly what you did wrong. She didn’t misinterpret anything Ni-Ki, she heard the truth. You needed a dare to confess your feelings for her. That’s why she’s hurt. If you weren’t pressured into confessing she doubts you ever would have.”

“Okay how’d you get that without speaking to her?” Sunghoon asked looking at Sunoo strangely but he only received a deadpan look in response.

“The same way you know whenever Jake is even the slightest bit upset, or how Hee knows when Ni-Ki is getting antsy, or how Jungwon knows whenever Jay is feeling unwell. I’m her bestfriend, we know each other better than we know ourselves.” Sunoo frowned, before turning back to Ni-Ki, “Get it together, because she isn’t going to be around forever unless you try, the idol life is hard to keep up with and she is willing to put up with all of it for you, you won’t find that around every corner.”

Add with that Ni-Ki took off, running faster than he ever had before, he ran through the street, dodging people left and right, even ignoring fans but honestly he couldn’t be bothered. And as he was doubled over panting in front of her dorm he took in the fact that he had no idea what to say.

“No Soobin, it's fine. Tell Yeonjun to keep his damn bat to himself.” he heard through the door and waited a few minutes to hear a response only for her to talk again so he assumed they weren’t physically there. “No Kai can keep his plushies, and if Beomgyu shows up with food and his energy right now I make no promises I won’t kill him.” He almost wondered why Tae hadn’t offered to come first when he heard thudding footsteps behind him, he turned coming facce to face with the pink haired man who was glaring at him.

“Nishimura.” He greeted curtly before knocking on the door. The door opened quickly with a very unimpressed woman on the other side as she took in the two before her with her phone still to her ear.

“Taehyung, you were in the middle of practice.” She scolded not acknowledging Ni-Ki yet which he didn’t know how to feel about yet.

“And you were sad so I came. Soobin was too busy keeping the other three wrangled. I slipped out undetected.” He grinned sweetly, rushing to pull her into a hug

“What’re you doing here Ni-Ki?” She asked after sending Taehyung into her house with her phone to get a scolding from his leader.

“Okay I know how it sounded, but I swear I’ve had feelings for you for so long, they were just giving me the encouragement to confess.”

“I didn’t doubt you had feelings Ni-Ki, you wouldn’t have lied about that, you’re not an idiot.”

“Then why’re you upset?” He wondered, obviously having forgot Sunoo’s advice, or just deciding he knew her better than him.

“Because you needed a dare to ask me out, you had to be pressured to try to be with me. I deserve a lot better than that and I’m not going to lower myself to that.” He could hear Taehyung give an encouraging whoop after she said that making her lips quirk up the slightest.

“It wasn’t pressuring me! It was a joke! They never fully dared me, they were just trying to get me to act on my feelings. I promise there is nothing in this world I’d rather do than confess to you, you’ve stood by me and supported me for so long, I’d like to do the same for you just in a different aspect. Also don’t blame Sunoo, he didn’t tell me anything, the whole thing came about when they came across a ship edit of us.”

“Prove it Nishimura.”

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letstripdotcom · 2 months

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right where you left me- pt.2

a/n- i’m having sm fun writing this

summary- upon the loss of your favorite person, your life changes completely. you change, your family changes, your every day life changes, but some things never change. your best friend, matt, has always been there and will always be there for you. no matter what

warnings- grief, panic attack

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

They expected me to find somewhere

Some perspective, but I sat and stared

a couple hours of sleep had passed before my peace was interrupted. i abruptly woke up, my chest feeling tight. my heart was beating through my chest and i was in a cold sweat. i was having another panic attack. great.

i took several deep shaky breaths trying to ease myself. “it’s gonna be okay” i whispered to myself again and again. i tried to use some of the breathing exercises i learned from matt.

when i found out my grandma had cancer, my anxiety got really bad. i would have random panic attacks all of the time. matt was familiar with them, so he taught me how to calm myself down. this panic attack however, was not like any ones i’ve had in the past.

i let out choked sobs and frantic breaths. “please just end” i pleaded as if that would help. i got up and stumbled into the kitchen. i got a cold bottle of water from the fridge and sat down.

“please end, please end” i pleaded over and over again. “this can’t be real” i buried my head into my hands and cried.

suddenly, i felt a hand come in contact with my back. “i’ve got you, it’s gonna be okay” a familiar voice spoke. matt. what would i do without him. “come sit for a little while, and we could watch a movie or something. okay?” he said, guiding me to the living room.

i nodded and followed. he sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. “what’s your favorite movie?” he asked

“it’s corny” i laughed slightly.

“i swear i won’t judge. it’s your pick.” he nudged my shoulder softly.

i sighed. “promise?” i looked at him and he nodded. “the outsiders.”

“well the outsiders it is” i smiled at his enthusiasm. we turned on the movie i knew all too well. i could quote it if i really wanted to.

as we got further into the movie i calmed down and started to get sleepy again. i leaned over onto matt’s shoulder and closed my eyes. “thank you so much matt” i whispered. “anytime.” he wrapped his arms around me into a tight hug. the sound of the movie became more faint as i fell asleep.

the next morning i woke up with matt’s arms tightly around me. i noticed he was awake when i could feel him rubbing small circles on my back. “hmm” i groaned.

“good morning” he whispered letting go so i could get up and stretch.

“thank you so much matt, really.” i hugged him and went to the bathroom. i looked at myself in the mirror and audibly gasped. i looked a mess. i headed back downstairs to matt.

“hey matt, i really need to shower and brush my teeth and change out of these clothes.”

“do you want me to take you home?” he asked

home was actually the last place i wanted to be. i didn’t wanna be alone in my house with just my feelings and my thoughts. i sighed heavily. “i-i don’t know”

“hey, it’s okay you don’t have to if you don’t want to. i have spares of anything you need. you just shower and take care of everything and i’ll go by your house and get everything you need, just send me a list.

“thank you so much matt!” i hugged him and he got me everything i needed.

matt’s pov

the past 24 hours for everyone has been so strange. nothing inside of me expected last night to end the way it did at all.

i’ve known y/n since she moved to la last year a little after i did. me chris and nick met her at a movie premiere and she was super cool. we saw her videos online prior to meeting her, but we were never in touch.

the following thursday we all went to lunch and an escape room together just to get to know each other off camera. my brothers and i quickly realized how similar she was to us.

one night i’ll never forget is the night she came into our house and she was absolutely hysterical. matt and chris tried to help but it didn’t work. i tired a few breathing exercises that i was taught when im having a panic attack and eventually she was able to tell us about her grandmas cancer.

thursday night activities for us four became tradition. every thursday we took turns planning something we could to to spend quality time together.

this thursday was meant to be an awesome night. it was my turn to plan so of course i didn’t disappoint.

the original plan was to go to our favorite place for dinner, then have a late night beach picnic. we would play games, eat snacks, listen to music, and do everything that makes the beach special.

i wanted so make this night so fun and special for one reason. obviously i’m not psychic and can’t predict the future so in my head this was gonna be the perfect night for me to do the thing i’ve been trying to do for a year.

at the end of the night when nick and chris were off doing their own thing, i was gonna tell y/n i’m in love with her.

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#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo

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I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 12

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“Dani, there is someone at the door asking for you.”

“Me?”

“Yep” my sister says.

“Who?”

“You have to go and see for yourself.”

“I don’t like the way that sounds, Monica.”

“Just go, auntie. Please” Lola says next to her.

“Ok, then” I sigh, putting away the book I was reading. “But I swear, if this is a trap…”

“Hello, Daniela.”

“No. No, no, no.”

“Just listen to him.”

“Please, auntie” Lola pouts.

“I hate you all. All of you” I say, pointing first at Lola, then at my sister and then… Then at Mason.

“We’ll leave you alone” Monica says, she and Lola disappearing into the kitchen.

“Speak.”

“I’ve broken up with my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, sure” I snort.

“I have. And I am going to make it official. Right now” he says, taking his phone from his pocket and starting to type something.

“What… What are you doing?”

“Making it official” he says, showing me his phone. “Will this story be enough, or do I need to also make a post and tweet about it?”

“I… I think that’ll be enough.”

“Good. It is live now.”

“Do you want me to congratulate you for it or something? It was just posting a story, anyone can do it.”

“Yeah” he chuckles. “Anyway, that was all. Enjoy the summer, Daniela.”

“Are you… are you leaving?”

“I have training session in an hour, this weekend is our last game. You guys are invited if you want to come.”

“I’ll pass.”

“Still. I’ve reserved tickets for your family, they can go if they want.”

“Thank you, Mason” I mutter.

“Goodbye, Daniela.”

“Bye.”

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“Dani, where are you going?”

“To the beach. It looks like the sunset today will be breathtaking.”

“You are so lame” Monica laughs.

“It isn’t lame” my dad says. “Your mum and I loved watching the sunset together. We actually shared our first kiss watching the sunset back home.”

“Aww, dad. You had never told us that story.”

“You never asked” he shrugs.

“Now I want to know more” I say.

“I’ll tell you all the details later while we have dinner. What do you say?”

“That sounds like a plan. Dani?” my sister asks me.

“Yeah, sure. I won’t be gone for too long, I promise.”

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“Maybe I am a bit lame” I laugh to myself while I take another photo of the sunset.

This was the first time I had managed to walk down to the beach since we had arrived in Portugal for our holidays. Going there made me think of what happened the previous year. Of Mason. And I was here to disconnect, not to keep thinking about him.

After his visit to show me that this time it was real, that he had broken up with his girlfriend, we hadn’t seen each other again. And I hadn’t heard from him either. He had gone silent on Instagram, probably to focus on the few games he had left with Chelsea and the national team, and avoid all the drama his ex was creating online. She kept doing Instagram lives answering fans questions, saying that she still loved him and that if they had broken up, it was because of a third person. Had Mason told her about me?

“That’s a beautiful sunset, isn’t it?”

“It was until you showed up” I manage to say, my heart beating so fast I fear it may break my chest.

“Glad to know mean Daniela still is with us.”

“You are my favourite victim, Mason. I can’t help it” I shrug, turning around to look at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m on holidays with my family. They loved this place last year.”

“And here at the beach? Did my sister tell you I was coming?”

“What? No, no. I’ve actually been coming here every day expecting to see you” he says with a shy smile, his dimple showing. Dear God, I had miss it so much.

“You… You have?”

“Yeah, I have. Which is something lame to do, not taking photos of the sunset.”

“It is a bit lame, yes” I chuckle.

“But I wanted to see you again. To talk with you.”

“About what? I’m pretty sure we have already said everything that is to be said.”

“We haven’t. Or at least, I haven’t. Because in case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve fallen in love with you. I seriously don’t know how or even why, especially keeping in mind that since the moment we met you’ve only been a mean bitch to me” he laughs. “But it has happened. I’m in love with you, Daniela. I love you.”

“Mason, I…”

“I know I’ve hurt you and that it probably is too late. That you’ve moved on. But I had to say it. I needed to say it aloud to someone who wasn’t Dec or my siblings. I needed to tell you.”

“Wait, everyone knows?”

“Yeah…” he says, scratching the back of his head. “I’ve apparently been a miserable shit for the past few months, they were worried about me, and I had to tell them. Anyway, that was all. I just wanted you to know, and I understand if now you don’t want to see me again.”

“I…” I’m frozen in place. I don’t know what to do. What to say. He is in love with me. He loves me. Mason… he loves me.

“Goodbye, Daniela” he says, starting to walk away.

“Wait, what?” I say, watching him leave. “Mason… Mason!” I call. But he doesn’t listen, he just keeps walking. “Mason… Mason Tony Mount!”

“You know my full name? That’s new” he says, still walking.

“Bloody hell…” I murmur. “Mason, can you please wait!” I say, running towards him. “Mason, I love you!”

“You what?” he says, suddenly stopping and making me crash against his back. “You... what are you doing down there?”

“I don’t know, I just fancied sitting down on the sand for a bit.”

“You did?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I didn’t, you idiot. I fell when I crashed against you. Are you gonna help me get up or not?”

“Yeah, yeah” he says, offering me his hand. The moment I’m up, he grabs me by the waist, pulling me closer to him. “What were you saying before you almost broke my back in half?”

“Before I did what? Who is the one who ended up on the floor?” I say, my eyes fixed on the way my hands are resting on his chest.

“Ok, fine. It was my fault. But what did you say?”

“I can’t remember.”

“Dani…”

“Don’t call me that, you haven’t earned it. Yet.”

“Yet? Does that mean that I am close to it?”

“Maybe” I shrug.

“Interesting… But are you going to repeat what you said earlier or not?” he says, pulling me a bit closer to him.

“I… I said…”

“Yes…”

“I love you” I whisper, my eyes still fixed on my fingers.

“I didn’t hear you” he says, moving one of his hands to my chin, making me look at him. He is trying really hard not to smile, and as always, I get distracted by his dimple.

“Have I ever told you that I am obsessed with that dimple on your left cheek?”

“That is very cute, but my dimple isn’t what we were talking about.”

“I…”

“You what” he says, lifting my chin a bit more, forcing me to look him in the eyes. This time I can’t escape, I can’t stop looking at them. Since when does he have such beautiful eyes?

“I love you, Mason.”

“Finally” he smiles, leaning forward and kissing me while the sun sets behind us.

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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undrgrnd-nft · 5 months

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Tezos Goes Big

I really didn’t want to write this, I swear. I have real work to do, podcasts to edit and my daughter is home sick; but, it’s like holding in a sneeze, when I have something to say it’s best to get it out.

This is not about the @tezos event at Art Basel Miami. It may be what is driving the conversation but this is not really about the displays in a lobby of a hotel.

This is the culmination of years of disrespect to a driving force of adoption and endemic of the crypto space (and society) at large.

Art rejuvenating dead space is not a novel concept. In fact, in Miami, there’s an entire area that could have been used as a template by all blockchains. It’s called Wynnewood, look it up and you’ll get the New York Times article I reference all the time.

What was once an industrial park became a hub for restaurants, music and entertainment: culture.

Why? Because some graffiti artists began painting on the cold gray walls of a concrete jungle.

Did those artists share any of the financial gain brought to the neighborhood? No, but think of the exposure!

Web3 was not built by nor built for creatives like us (yea, I’m putting myself in that group, shut up about it). It was built by boys and men that look, talk and act like me (white, male, presumable douchey based on appearance) but lack a moral and emotional foundation.

They use the right words, have picked up key phrases and platitudes, but at the core it’s not about the things many of us value. It’s not about art.

It’s not about a reorganization of institutions that were built to keep specific classes, races and sexes subservient.

It is not building a utopian-Marxist future where the moral and decent are rewarded financially for their collective effort.

Look at the state of streaming services: Netflix, Hulu, Paramount, Peacock, Max. What was once meant to disrupt the cable industry has now become Cable Networks 2.0.

The same is true in crypto. What started as a revolution has become a hype parade led by influencers masquerading as cultural relevance.

Remember the @TezosFoundation Permanent Collection drama? In a Twitter space shortly after things began to spiral downward, one of the leads made a comment on the criticisms, “if this is the response maybe we won’t do this again.”

We all knew it then.

But many of us came here to create something better. So we, many of them my friends, gave second chances, put a positive spin on it and took their opportunity when it was offered.

I was jealous.

Because I would have done the same.

UNDRGRND is just me: a stay at home dad, taking care of a toddler who disrupts the means of production constantly. I know how hard it is to put together something and share it with an audience.

But so does every artist I write about.

So when we watch people with large budgets, people who are able to make a living on crypto already, getting paid to present the work of others and the result is done with the level of care it takes to hang a Missing Cat poster on a telephone pole, it’s infuriating.

Many of the artists I’ve gotten to know over these past three years were creative directors in their web2 lives. Do you know what they could have done with a fraction the amount of money @tezos has in its war chest?

It’s disrespectful.

It always has been.

I’m going to push post on this in a few minutes and the anxiety is rising. I know others are going to criticize what I’m launching in the coming months.

I’m in a glass house throwing rocks.

The difference is I’m not deluded enough to think I have all the answers or have an ego like I’ve done anything yet.

I’m just a guy writing about the things I like while my four-year-old sleeps on me.

This was never about the display.

It was about the devaluation of creatives for years and the continuation of a broken social contract that promised an idealistic future.

So heed the lesson because we’re tired of this shit.

And I’m fucking coming…

- Founder of UNDRGRND, @NFTjoe

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maaikeatthefullmoon · 1 month

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As promised to my darling friend @tismrot, here is the first of The Holiday Diaries *insert ominous music here*. Hope you enjoy it, dollface.

The drive was four hours. I can’t drive. Essentially, I lived in a country where I couldn’t speak the language when I was of an age to learn to drive. After that, once I moved to the UK at age 18, I’ve always either lacked the time or money (or both) for driving lessons. So I’m a frustrated passenger.

The destination was somewhere I said I’d never go again. A few years ago I ended up in A&E (not self inflicted - it was a treatment-resistant migraine, which means I end up on a morphine drip. It happens roughly every 4-5 years) and I can’t say my memories of this place are great as a result. On top of which I vowed last year that I wasn’t doing this type of holiday again and I’d be taking the kids separately from then on. Oh yeah, and then I lost my everloving shit last night as well. Oops. Meant to have that conversation AFTER the holiday.

Big words, big breeches…aaaaand here I am! On holiday! Fucksake. But hopefully it’ll be entertaining.

Hour one.

Kids argued within five minutes. Googled car games for them. They just looked at me like I grew an extra head. Felt like a dinosaur. Googled if I can do EMDR to myself. Results inconclusive. Atmosphere in the front of the car very awkward. BBC Radio 2 on.

Hour two.

Kids still arguing, although son has helped daughter build a rollercoaster on Minecraft. Told them about Rollercoaster Tycoon. Once again felt like a dinosaur. Messaged a LOT of people to pass the time. Still listening to Radio 2. Atmosphere obviously still awkward. Ignoring the burgeoning migraine that’s been bugging me on & off for the past week+. Definitely stressed. Saw someone with amazing green hair in a service station. Exchanged smiles. Kindred spirits. Despite being young enough to be my daughter. Do wonder if these people smile at me in a condescending way, wondering if grandma’s escaped from a home…Oh look, that was an ellipsis. And I DIDN’T PUT A SPACE AFTER IT. Ha. Anyway.

Hour three.

Fuck the migraine, took a triptan. Radio 2 still on, did pretty well on Ten to the Top. Dollface, you won’t know what this is…don’t worry about it. Read through the edits @tismrot made on my chapter I’d been struggling on. Felt like the shittest writer on Earth, but needed that kick up the arse. Realised by the end of the hour that the new triptans pack a punch and I was stoned off my nut. Is that a phrase? It is now. Atmosphere was…ah, fuck it, I didn’t care any more. It certainly passed the time.

Hour four.

Put my own playlist on. Well, a modified kid-friendly version. Still occasionally get caught out as I just filter songs out that have an ‘explicit’ tag, but sometimes the tag is missing, and sometimes they’re just fucking crude without using any swear words. Whoops. Oh well. Anything was better than Jeremy Vine. Was NOT listening to him. Took the kids for lunch at McDonald’s. Embarrassed the 8yo by putting on a silly hat, and singing, and dancing. It’s too easy. 11yo gives zero fucks, nothing embarrasses him.

Writing this in a caravan now. At least I have good reading material. I’ve finally got my over-arching plot & everything planned out for the first original book & these two books are great reading.

After the blowup argument last night I’m essentially spending time with the kids alone, reading alone or writing alone. A L O N E

Although there appears to be a case of amnesia that’s set in already. I’m choosing to laugh hysterically at this

#the holiday diaries #I dislike caravan holidays #they’re just not for me #four hours in a car is too long for my crumbling spine

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padfootastic · 1 year

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in a turn of events that doesn’t surprise anyone im sure, @impishtubist has caused yet another scene to be stuck in my head until i wrote it down. so, have some sexy, greying sirius; a deeply thirsty, appreciative james who won’t let him dye it; and a very-fed-up-of-his-parents-antics harry for prongsfoot wednesday!

Harry entered the house with ‘I’m home!’ on his lips that died an instant death as soon as he registered what he was seeing.

“Er,” he hesitated. Does he really want to—? One more look at the scene in front of him and he decided to bite the bullet. Better to clear the air now than keep stewing on it later.

“Um. Is this a—kink? A fetish? Should I leave and never come back?”

In any other scenario, the way both his parents froze and looked at him with wide eyes would’ve been comical.

If only Dad wasn’t straddling his Papa on the ground, one of his hands holding both of Papa’s above him with disturbing ease.

“Er—“

“It’s not what it looks like, Haz!” Dad yelped, cutting across Papa who’s face and neck were turning a steady pink. “I swear.”

“Then why are you still—like that?” Harry asked, deciding to play it safe and look at the boring grey couch in the living room instead. Nothing scandalous going on there.

He could hear the scrambling of feet, a few thumps, and a mini-yelp, absently wondering about the amount of noise the simple act of getting up could produce.

“Right.” Dad cleared his throat. “So, Harry, would you please tell your Papa that he is, under no circumstances, allowed to dye his hair?”

Harry blinks, turning to his other, exasperated, father in silent question.

“Harry, will you please tell your Dad that this is my hair and I can do with it as I please?”

“Not when you promised yourself to me!” Dad yelps and Harry is hit with an intense wave of regret at instigating this.

“Promised—?”

“Yes! Our wedding, you said, and I quote, ‘I give myself to you, James Potter, mind, body and soul’, don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Of course I didn’t forget,” Papa throws his hands up in the air. “But c’mon James—this is not what I meant when I said body!”

“What, you think I only wanted you for that ars—“

“Dad!” Harry, yelps, mortified. He can feel his cheeks heating in a violent blush. He can feel a similar flush creeping up Papa’s neck. Sadly, his words don’t have the deterring effect he’d intended.

“I mean, it is spectacular, don’t get me wrong, but you’re more than just a beautiful body, Si!”

“James, please, have some mercy for our child, if not me,” Papa says. Thankfully, this seems to register as Dad’s eye widened, part horror and part apology. Harry waves it away tiredly; though he’s no less embarrassed every time it happens, growing up in the Potter household with two extremely affectionate parents has exposed him to much worse. He’s accepted it as his lot in life.

“Er—yeah, anyway,” he coughs, ruffling his hair, “Bottom line—Sirius isn’t allowed to dye his hair.”

“I literally never agreed to that.”

“Too bad because you will,” Dad says, slowly moving towards Papa with a look on his face that Harry is loath to describe as predatory. If only it wasn’t so true.

“Oh?” Papa’s left eyebrow rises extraordinarily high, as it tends to do quite often. He crosses his arms over his chest in challenge. The motion makes his Dad smile.

“Mhm.” The two of them are chest-to-chest by this point, staring into each other’s eyes. Harry could probably conduct a whole rave party right here, right then, and they wouldn’t even notice. That is when he decides it’s high time he should step in—not literally, Merlin, no—before they end up doing something that makes him try to run away (again).

“So I was right—it is a kink,” Harry says dryly, once again regretting starting this entire conversation in the first place. He should’ve just turned back around and gone to the Weasleys instead.

“Harry, no—“

Three years later, Harry—who’s almost blissfully forgotten about the entire incident—walks into his parents’ house to an almost identical scene, just with his Papa on top this time. This time, he makes the sensible choice he still regrets not making all those years ago, and walks right back out the door.

Let those two sort it out on their own. Merlin knows his intervention hadn’t helped a bit the last time around.

#sirius black #james potter #prongsfoot wednesday #bambibelle #prongsfoot #harry potter #not one person far has the ability to make me write on command like miss imp #it’s absolutely ridiculous (i love every second of it)#which reminds me #my sentient black tapestry fic is still in the drafts 😭😭😭#(yes there is a reference to harry running away from home bc he saw his parents kiss each other—and more—one too many times)#i just think the idea is exceedingly funny hehehe #little harry packing a backpack and running away to the weasleys #or hell. teen harry walking in & out of the house and not being found for the next day and a half bc he saw them snogging #also just want it to be known that i was giggling so much while writing amorous j/s and traumatised harry #bc it’s all jokes anyway. harry lowkey adores how in love his dads are. wants the same for himself #boys got HIGH standards #as he should #bc his parents aren’t gonna allow anyone but the best for their son #also SPOILER ALERT: sirius obviously loses. james employs some *creative persuasion* a box of dye never entered their house after that #pen’s writing #tumblr works

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gguksgalaxy · 1 year

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5:26pm | Seungcheol 1k

Slight angst, requested by anonymous, request me from here

“You’re late,” you deadpan the second your boyfriend sets his briefcase down on the hallway floor. You can’t even see him from the kitchen, but he surely can hear you. The two of you should’ve left for your family get-together already, 26 minutes ago to be precise. He promised he’d be home. He wasn’t.

He rounds the corner from the hallway into the kitchen, bottom lip tucked between his teeth every so slightly as he meets your gaze. You merely raise your eyebrows to which he sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” It wasn’t the first time this had happened. It surely wouldn’t be the last time. Seungcheol was a busy man, the fact that he’d even agreed to come was something. Him always getting caught up at work was just getting too frustrating at this point.

You look at him properly. His tie undone, first buttons too, jacket slung over his arm. Part of you understood why people found him intimidating. Dark eyes, darker brows, strong build. Yet when your eyes land on his, all you see is the sweet young man you fell in love with almost three years ago now. His eyes wide, innocent almost, avoiding your piercing gaze. “You’re not even going to give me an excuse?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “I don’t have one. I got held back.”

You nod. “Get changed, then we can talk. I can’t keep doing this.”

“Don’t say that,” he rushes, suddenly beside you, fingers warm on your wrist.

“Cheol,” you sigh, reaching out to let your fingers graze the line of his jaw, “I’m not breaking up with you. I just want to talk about it. I promise.”

He steps away with a deep sigh, trudging into your shared bedroom. It leaves you with time to gather your thoughts. The couch is comfortable as you sink into it, waiting for him to return. You have many words you want to say, but they all seem too harsh. Despite wanting to say so much, you don’t want to hurt him. It isn’t his fault entirely, and yet you can’t help but clench your jaw when you see your mom’s dejected text upon hearing that you won’t be coming tonight.

“Baby,” Cheol starts the second he returns to the livingroom.

“You’re sorry, I know,” you say again, eyes tracing him as he takes a seat in the chair next to you. “I just think we need to talk about this before I actually convince myself that you don’t care about me.”

His brows furrow the second the words leave your mouth. “What? How could you even—“ he stops himself, pursing his lips. “That’s going to be a stupid question, and you’re going to explain it to me. I’ll shut up. Please tell me what you want.”

Despite your anger, you can’t help but smile at him a little. “Listen, I get that you’re busy, and that your job at the company is important. What I do not understand however, is that you can’t come home on time when I ask you to. I don’t ask you to very often. And even then, would it be too much to at least call me to let me know you’re going to be late? Send me a text?” You pause, taking a deep breath before your emotions get the better of you. “I know you love me—“

“I do, so much,” he interrupts, catching himself as he does. He bites his lips, eyes going wide. “Sorry.”

Another chuckle leaves your lips. “I know you love me, but you’re starting to make me feel like your work is more important. Can’t your boss and coworkers be respectful of the fact that you have a life outside of work a few times a year?”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “I’ll try and be more firm next time. It’s just that I…” he stops again, eyes trailing off to the painting behind you. “It’s not okay, and I’ll do my best to not let it happen again. Okay?”

You tilt your head just a bit. “What were you going to say?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” He pushes it away with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, not the way it usually does. “Did you really think it’s because I don’t care about you? Baby there is no way I would ever forget you on purpose, I swear I stood in the hallway for like 45 minutes before I could go. They kept talking and pulling me into shit that had to be solved and—“

“Seungcheol,” you whisper, grabbing his hand where it’s tight around the armrest. “Stop, it’s fine. I know how work can be. Next time, just please let me know if you really can’t help it.”

“Next time I’ll just tell them that ‘sorry my w-girlfriend is waiting for me at home’,” he grumbles.

You let his little slip up slide for now. “What were you going to say though?”

For a moment the two of you have a silent conversation. His big eyes pleading you not to ask him, and you definitely not giving up until he gives in to you. Knowing he’d give you almost anything you asked for.

“The reason I’ve been so busy is because well…I’ve been trying to secure this promotion so that we can live more comfortably and all. I though that it would help us both out, so maybe we can get out of his apartment for a start.”

“What?” you almost gasp. “Seungcheol I’m living comfortable now than I ever have. You don’t have to get a promotion at work for me? Babe, this place is huge in my books. Don’t overwork yourself for my sake.”

He nods softly again, eyes full of love and adoration as always. “I still want to do it. I want to provide for you.”

You grab his hand so you can kiss his knuckles ever so softly. “Then I’ll support you.”

Maybe one day you’ll ask him if he really just almost did call you his wife.

#seungcheol fic #seventeen fic #scoups fic #seventeen angst #seungcheol angst #scoups angst #seventeen drabble #scoups drabble #seungcheol drabble #mywriting

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holyghostbws · 9 months

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heartbreaks and mistakes ; bws 💔

| Based on this request: hiii, do you take requests? if so, could you do an angst imagine where Brad is going thru a tough time/breakup and the band mates help him out? |

They met in december. Brad could still remember the first time it snowed that year because that same day he met her. In that very moment it had felt as if time had stop, he swore he could see the snowflakes falling in slow motion, glistening as they fell into the ground, almost as bright as her smile.

Every time they’d go out together, Brad would immediately reach for her hand. He didn’t have to look at it, he knew exactly the position of her fingers and how to intertwine them with his. If the air was too cold, he would gladly take his jacket off and put it around her shoulders; sometimes he secretly wished she would forget hers, just so he could give it his, let his arms be his blanket and let the world know she had someone. With time, forgotten clothes started to appear scattered around his flat, only for him to put them in an empty drawer that then became hers. Sometimes it wasn’t just clothes, sometimes it was an earring resting on her pillow, a scrunchie forgotten in the bathroom, the smell of her perfume in his sheets.

Brad could still picture every moment with her like it was a movie, he often found himself replaying memories in his head as if they were episodes of a tragic love story. It made no sense that he had burned and deleted all of their pictures together and even blocked her on social media, because their love was inked to his skin. Their relationship was built upon small, meaningful moments… she was home to Brad, but Brad wasn’t home to her.

Brad remembered the first time he met her parents. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something planned, they met them on one of their dates by accidentally running into them. She had introduced Brad as a friend although they were way past that state. Still, he said nothing and thought she had her reasons, maybe her parents were difficult, maybe she wanted to introduce him at a better time like a family gathering… he should’ve known. He should’ve known since the moment he said “i love you” and she never said it back, instead, she started a brand new conversation about weather. He had been foolish, he had been blinded by love and was too busy falling for her to see that he was the only one falling.

He had already pictured a future with her. They would host Christmas for their family and friends, full of peppermint-flavored kisses and presents, romantic dates on Valentines, picnics in the middle of flowers blooming, sweaty summers by the beach, matching outfits for Halloween… they never made it that far.

It was heartbreak after heartbreak for him during that relationship: “sorry I can’t meet your parents, I just think we should wait until the right moment”, “no, I can’t go out with you and your friends tonight, I have so much work to do”, “I’m so sorry I missed your concert, I know it was important to you and trust me, I hate myself for missing it but things got messy at work and they wouldn’t let me leave… you don’t want me getting fired, right?”, “I promise i’ll make it up to you”, “I swear it’s the last time that this happens”, “I’m sorry babe, please understand that it was out of my hands”, “Please believe me, I swear it won’t happen again”… There’s only so much pain a heart can take and Brad’s had been strong for so long, it was bound to happen: the breakup.

The blind fell to the floor on his birthday, when she didn’t show up. Just as many times before, she promised she’d be there on time, and he believed her, of course. Even he knew, deep in his heart, he was gonna be let down again, he decided to trust her; another mistake added to the already long list. Even in a room full of people who loved him, Brad felt miserable. How come everyone but her was there to celebrate him?

He wondered what he had done wrong to deserve that, maybe it was karma, maybe he was a shitty boyfriend, maybe it was a lesson he had to learn. It didn’t mattered why anymore, she didn’t love him and the only way to get through it was to blur everything out by getting wasted with his best mates, the ones that did show up, the ones that did care for him.

A week after his birthday, the call came.

“Hey, I think we need to talk” she said. The sentence every lover fears the most. The sentence that ends it all. Her voice sounded distant, like it was muffled. Hearing her break his heart for the millionth time would destroy him, he need to protect himself, so he tried to dissociate as much as he could from the conversation.

“About what?” He asked, trying to play it cool. He already knew, he knew exactly how it was going to go, he knew how she would try to act like she cared, like it was a difficult decision to make but after all it was the right choice.

“Can I see you? I’ll drop by your place.” He didn’t want to see her ever again, it would only make things worse for him, it would make him feel guilty when he didn’t have any reason to feel that way. It was true, but it was also true that he did want to see her, he wanted to see her everyday for the rest of his life, he wanted to see her when he woke up and when he went to sleep, he wanted to see her smiling and wanted to see her crying. Brad wanted to see her young face and then also her face after time had aged it. He wanted her, forever.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t make it” Was the first thing she said when he opened the door. Brad stood still and quiet and watched her face filling with something that seemed like regret.

“Did you even try to go?” He asked after a while. His voice was calm, he tried to appear neutral and unbothered but his eyes gave him away. There was no hiding the sadness and disappointment in them.

Her dropping her head to the floor was enough answer for him. She didn’t. And he knew that, still, it didn’t make it easier.

“I honestly don’t know what to say to you. I don’t even know why you’re here. It’s so obvious that you never cared and that you don’t feel the same way, so why bother? Don’t you have better things to do?” He still kept calm but could feel his insides shattering with every second that passed.

“Stop being so dramatic, Brad. I had a really shitty week and came here to apologize.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, sorry for bothering you and interrupting your apology, I have no right to be mad at you.” He could feel himself running out of patience.

“Oh god” She whined. “I knew it was a bad idea coming here, it’s impossible to talk to you when you’re like this…”

“You’re right, it was a bad idea for you to come here, you should go.” Brad said.

“I’m trying to tell you something, you asshole” She started raising her voice.

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m sick and tired of you, of always waiting for you just so you never show up, of keeping up with your bad moods and hurtful words, of always giving and receiving nothing back, I-“

“I’m sorry! I really am! I’m trying my best to be enough for you. I just want to be with you.” Her voice sounded high pitched, like she was about to cry but her eyes were dry.

“Cut the bullshit and don’t go wasting my time. Don’t waste yours. I see through your lies, I just pretended I didn’t because I loved you and wanted to believe you, but we can stop now.” The calmness in Brad faded away and was replaced by anger.

For a second, silence filled the atmosphere.

“I love you.” That was a stab that stroke to kill. It fueled him with rage and suddenly he wanted to stab her back, to hurt her as much as she did to him, but how could you hurt someone that simply doesn’t care?

Months ago, those three little words were all he wanted to hear. It’s funny how words mean nothing when they’re a little too late.

“Goodbye, y/n.”

💔

A week and a half was the longest he could keep the break up a secret from his band mates, they noticed his eyes had lost its sparkle and the bags under them.

“How you holding up mate?” James was the first one to ask. James already knew the answer to that question but felt like Brad could use the talking… that would’ve worked if Brad was communicative about his pain.

“I’m fine, actually.” Brad answered. The first days were rough for him but he had already managed to keep his feelings bottled up, regretting it and beating himself up would be of no use and besides, why would he keep being sad and mad about a relationship that was already dead? It was better to just move on and keep going on with his life, after all, the world wasn’t going to stop and nothing would change just because she didn’t love him.

“You know it’s okay to talk about your feelings, right? There’s no shame here.” James reassured him.

“Yeah, you can talk to us about anything.” Tristan intervened.

“There’s nothing to talk about. She never cared about me, why would I care about her?” Brad said, it sounded way more harsh that he intended to.

There was nothing his band mates could say that would make him feel better, that would at least ease the grieving. Memories stung him, it was like a disease with no cure and time was only a cruel reminder of a love that had maimed him.

“Yeah, mate. Fuck her. You can have any girl that you want, we should go out tonight.” Connor said. James wanted to kill him.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go out! You’ll forget about her in no time” Tristan chirped in.

“I think it’s a good idea to distract yourself but I also think you should talk about your feelings with someone and not just go and fuck the first woman you find.” James intervened, afraid of how the others would take his words.

“Oh shut up, James. What Brad needs right now is a night out to get wasted and meet a pretty face.” Tristan said with a laugh.

“Hey! Let’s go to Ibizaaaaaaa!” Connor screamed.

Brad stopped listening to his friends plans after that. He loved them, he really did, but none of them had the answers for mending his broken heart.

“Hey, uh, what if we try writing something?” Brad said after a while. Tristan and Connor stopped talking and turned their heads to him.

“Writing? Seriously?” Connor said in disbelief.

“I mean… sure, if that’s going to help you.” Tristan said and gave him a pat in his back.

“It’s a great idea! I’ll bring the guitar.” James said, seeing it as an opportunity for Brad to open up.

Brad had handwritten notes he found deep in his drawer right in his pocket: words of love that he had thought of turning into a song, into an album even… maybe those would now turn into an angry song or a sad one, or maybe into nothing. That was the magic of songwriting. After all, music and his friends had always been his therapy.

#brad simpson #brad simpson fanfiction #the vamps #bradley simpson #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson one shot

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urmumsdrycooch · 2 years

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ᖴOOᒪ ᖴOᖇ ᕼEᖇ

Rachel Amber x Reader

Summary: Y/n being an absolute lovesick idiot for Rachel.

Warnings: Swearing

I never thought I'd stoop this low. I'd promised myself to not fall in love in high school. Well, I promised myself I'd go on a 5-mile run every day, but look how that's gone. But this promise was simple, such a facile task.

And then she became part of my life.

I can't go a day without thinking of her and her stupid smile. Her stupid hyper-fixations every week or so. Just her stupid fucking self.

And the fact I love it, being around her, knowing she probably thinks of me in her spare time, though she definitely doesn't have to worry about me returning the favour.

The fact she knows it as well, she knows how I feel, and I know how she feels, yet we still play around with the subject. My friends think I'm so insane to be fighting these feelings, thoughts that simply cannot erase and won't erase not putting me at any ease.

Ever since we met I knew something was there, softly killing my promise whilst I steadily denied the truth.

"Give me another lemon one."

"But you don't like those ones," I point out.

"Yeah, well you hate them." She argues, noticing my stare, "Just pass me the stupid skittles."

I sigh, passing her a few yellow skittles, her hand slowly accepting them.

We're sat in a booth in the diner, waiting for our drinks to be served, sharing a small packet of skittles.

I look around the room, a mix of students and working adults on their break. A few couples holding hands in the booths, smitten smiles plastered on their faces. Everybody seems to have someone just for them, having a good time with somebody they enjoy spending their time with.

It's not like I envy them or anything, I don't mind at all. Rachel and I have a good time being friends, best friends. Well, I say I don't mind but, being a little bit more than friends wouldn't hurt.

I know she knows, I know she does. Well, I think she does. There's a possibility. Does she know? Tell me, Rachel Amber, do you know?

"Do I know what?" The blonde hums still sloppily chewing on the sweets in her mouth, not making eye contact until she's finished her sentence.

"Huh, oh. I forgot." I answer, getting a pair of rolled eyes off of her in return.

I didn't even realise I said that out loud. Maybe I should ask her, verbally this time, rather than mentally (and somehow accidentally verbally, the mind works in marvellous ways). But, maybe she doesn't want to cross the line and- well, I totally get that. Because that is exactly what I'm doing right now.

She feels the same, she's got to. I mean, I am pretty smokin' hot, as she would say, and when we're alone it's like, so, ugh- I can't put it into words. It's like my heart is on fire and she's the chip pan that's caused that fire.

God, it confuses me.

"Here you go girls, one cherry coke, one orange juice." Joyce smiles as she places down the drinks.

"Hey, give me a sip!" Rachel orders me.

"You can get off it, you've got your own drink."

"Settle down you two," Joyce chuckles, pausing the Amber girl frozen in her reaching for my drink movement, "You two remind me just of how me and my best friend were back in our teen years."

Best friend, of course. It's like the universe has to constantly remind me.

The blonde smiles at Joyce as she walks off, once she left, Rachel reaches for my drink and takes a massive gulp.

"Ah, refreshing." She sighs, "Why did you get that?"

"Maybe because it is 10:30 AM, and I'm not in the mood for diabetes this early in the morning." I roll my eyes, taking a sip of the juice.

Okay, so maybe I'm not making it clear as day that I'm hopelessly in love with her, but what can a gal do, really?

I watch her take hold of the straw in her glass and place it between her lips, taking numerous large sips of the drink before looking back up at me. "Stop gazing at me, weirdo." She giggles with a playful smile.

"I wasn't gazing at you, I was taking notice of how you don't see the need for air between sips."

Yeah, not clear as day at all.

"Come one, we'll finish these up and get back to Blackwell. Unless you totally think we should ditch and go do acrobatics." She grins.

"Acrobati-"

"Yes, come one." She takes my hand, leading me out of the diner.

Time Skip

"So, if you just stay like that until I figure out how this is going to work." She suggests, a thumb on her chin as she thinks hard about how to make this 'awesome acrobatic move' work.

"Rachel, I can't stay like this forever," I say in a strained voice, caused largely by the fact I'm trying to hold a handstand while this girl takes her sweet time to think about purely nothing.

"Okay, one arm out, palm up."

"No fucking way," I argue.

"Just do it."

I centre my left hand and stick out my right arm, I feel a small weight placing itself onto my hand whilst hearing, "I'm just gonna-"

And collapse.

We tumble flat onto our backs and I'm sure every bone in my hand is shattered. The both of us pant until we break into laughter. We face each other, smiler growing wider the more we laugh together, hands linking together as our cheeks begin to cramp up.

"Sorry, I thought that'd work." She apologises, once the two of us had calmed down.

"Rachel, you're a straight-A student, how do you not understand the basics of gravity?"

"I thought it was a hella cool idea!"

"Well, you're hella stupid." I mock, gaining a shove of my shoulder off of the blonde.

I roll back onto my back dramatically, Rachel hovering over my face. "Us Leos don't tend to take insults very well." She smirks.

I roll my eyes at her antics, a humorous huff leaving my lips. Like I said, our time together is fun, without being an item. I'm sure it wouldn't make a difference, but maybe it would. Maybe instead of lying on the floor in this uncomfortable silence, she'd be kissing my face off or something couple-y like that. I'm not complaining, but I'm not definitely against her kissing my face off.

It could be so simple, but she's just making it hard, why can't she see I'm an absolute fool for her, why can't she show some a sign? What do I have to do, who do I have to be to get some reciprocation?

"You're doing it again."

My eyebrows raise slightly, "Hm? Doing what?"

"The staring thing." She examines my face, "Tell me what's on your mind."

This is the last thing I need, "No, it's fine." I look down at the non-existent watch on my wrist, "We should get back."

I lift my upper back off of the ground but it's immediately pushed back down, "Stop avoiding the topic."

"But there's nothing on my mind." I lie.

"Stop lying." She scoffs, her hand remaining on my chest.

I stay silent for a few seconds, mentally debating whether I should give a hint, a confession or just lie.

"Well, I guess I've just been thinking a lot."

"About what?" Rachel questions in her best therapist voice.

"Things..." I drag.

"Specify 'things' for me, Y/n." She speaks, losing her patience.

"I'm just all up in my feels, y'know. Like, I can't put it into words."

"Is it a person, an event, a memory?" She suggests I open up further.

"A person," I answer truthfully, ", and they won't leave my mind."

"Is this out of hatred, friendship, jealousy, love? Anything like that."

I pause, giving myself time to think over the numerous outcomes of this talk. It could end many ways, maybe she'll freak out, maybe she's disgusted by me if I'm lucky she'll be fine with it, even luckier if she feels the same.

"She's just so kickass, and I can't help but feel... things, about her. Everything about her. Literally everything. She's really funny, so caring, and I don't think I've met a more interesting person. Plus, she's absolutely gorgeous, like a Goddess, can rock any outfit, could wear a trash bag and look hot as hell."

I begin to smile to myself getting lost in the thought of the girl. And finally putting it into words? It's bigger than Kim and Ye's split. I never thought I could speak to somebody about it wholeheartedly without feeling I could say something wrong.

"Whenever I see her I find myself hypnotized, and I hate it. I hate all of this. Because in reality, I'm clueless, she leaves me fishing without a rod. I'm totally fine with just being friends, well, that's kind of a lie, but I do enjoy being friends. Though, I don't think being friends includes wanting to hold the other's hand and looking at the other's lips and wanting to kiss them and take them on dates and treat them like royalty. I love her but I fucking hate what she does to me..."

I sigh, the confession to myself over, finally opening my eyes again. Just to see who I had actually been confessing to.

Her face remains how it had been when I had last looked at her, a small smile hiding behind her lips. Those same lips I'd been talking about kissing. I watch her slow breaths raise her shoulders up and down as she leans on my arm, the two of us still on the ground.

"So who's the lucky girl?" She asks, the sly grin contrasting the desperate and hopeful glint in her eyes.

I stare at the love of my life in front of me, our breathing the only noise emitting from the both of us. "Isn't it obvious?" I scoff with an awkward smile. The pit of my stomach filled with butterflies, a full-on prison break going on down there.

"Hm, but I want you to tell me." She smirks, slowly inching her face closer to me.

I close my eyes, releasing a deep breath, opening my eyes to Rachel closer than before. I look her in the eyes.

"It's... Victoria Chase."

"Oh my fucking God." She shoves me further into the ground while we laugh together, Rachel falling on top of me in giggles. "I hate you."

She leans in, "Now tell me." She commands, pinning my shoulders to the floor.

"It's you, Rachel Amber, I'm so fucking in love wi-" And before I knew it she was kissing me.

Her soft lips meet my own passionately, her hands placed on each side of my face, our smiles uncontrollable against each other. We pull away, her nose mere millimetres away from mine, flashing the widest grin I've ever seen, "I think I'm in love with you too, Y/n L/n."

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #life is strange before the storm #Life is Strange: Before The Storm #rachel amber #rachel amber x reader #victoria chase #joyce price #blackwell academy #lis #lis: bts #before the storm

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ellieshairtye · 2 years

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What have you done! || Ellie/ dina x reader

Pairings: dina x reader and Ellie x reader

Warning- self harm, swearing, blame, cheating on both sides. angst angst angst.

Word count- 1.9k

A/n: this is my first sh fanfic but please DO NOT continue reading if this will trigger or reflect you in a bad way, also please take care of yourself. If you ever need anyone to talk to I’m always here.

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I would say this have been going my way because they haven’t been, I feel like I’m fucking suffocating in this now pointless relationship, I watch as my girlfriend if 3 years gives longing looks towards her ex, I wake up ever time she gets up out of bed and tried to leave our home quietly in the middle of the night, I see their hands graze each other ever time they walk past one another. Worst of all, they think I’m oblivious.

And this leads me crying in the arms of my best friend hoping in someway I’m acting stupid and I’m overthinking it, but I’m always met with sad eyes and tight hugs, the little ‘you’re going to be okay’ whisper’s don’t go un-noticed either.

Dina is truly a blessing, from all the sleepless night and bags I’ve packed to sleep over in her cute little home, I’ve basically moved in, the only things I have left at Ellie’s are, my ds, headphones, and my walkman. I don’t think about it thought finding a peaceful slumber in my best friends arms always feels like home.

Walking up the next morning, was a dream but I would slowly turning into a nightmare, before I could even get a word out i feel someone push strands of hair out of my face. My eyes flutter open to be met with the face of an angle, “morning babe,” dina smiles at me. I smile back a small blush spreading on my cheeks.

“Good morning,” I say back before getting out of her bed before going over to my shoes. I hear her feet hit the ground before arms wrap around my waist. “Only if every morning could be like this.” She said in a happy tune resting her head on top of mine. After tying my laces I turn to her pulling the slightly taller girl into a hug.

“I have to get back I’m missing my ds, and music.” I told her with a laugh, only to hear her sigh. “I’ll come with you?” She asks looking slightly down at me making me feel things I should be feeling, “it’s okay I’ll see you tonight remember, the town party.” I watch her face light up with happiness seeing that I am actually going.

She picks me up and twirls me around making me break out in a fit of giggles. “I can’t wait to see you in that dress you just got, I still can’t believe you won’t let me see it.” She started to rant. Making me laugh at her. “I promise it will be worth waiting for you only have to wait-“ I stop looking over to the little clock she has on her night stand. “7 hours, damn I can’t believe we slept that long it’s been ages.”

She smiles before cupping my face, she presses a sweet kiss onto my cheek before telling me to go get my games with a laugh, i didn’t think I could be happier but I knew I shouldn’t feel this way so I kept it to myself even if me and Ellie have gotten distant I will always be loyal to her until we end thing. Well that’s what I though at least.

Walking up the two stairs of our shared home I quietly open the door before making my way inside, I look over to the bed to see Ellie but also what looks like another figure, holding back tears I walk over to see discarded clothes and cat in my fucking bed, looking over their neck it seems they had a good fucking time.

I Quickly get my shit before booking out out of their waking them up by the slam of the front door. I ran all the way back to my mom and dads house without a second thought, knocking on the door I watch as my Tommy opens it, I look up at him with tears in my eyes trying to tell him everything through my eyes, he seemed to get the point pulling me into his embrace.

I’m not sure how long we stood there but my sobbing died down a little, I feel him pull away a little, “let’s get you in side baby girl.” He said helping me inside while keeping me in his embrace. We make it to the couch taking a seat, he grabs the throw blanked on the edge of the couch behind him before wrapping it around me. “What happened, baby?”

I truly think about his question as look at him In the eyes. “I spent the night at Dina’s, I was happy for the first time in a long time, I thought Ellie just needed space, but when I got back home- I saw clothes around the bed and Ellie sleeping with cat. daddy I saw the marks on their necks and everything.” I sob out trying to maintain eye contact.

Tommy looked at me in disbelief before it soon turned into anger, he knew that he couldn’t get angry in front on his distressed daughter so he just hugged her. “Your going to be okay, you hear me baby girl. Your going to be just fine.” I wanted to believe his words but I just couldn’t.

I pull away while looking up at my dad with a slight smile, “ I need rest its been a crazy day.” I said forcefully letting out a chuckle, he just nods helping me to my room. I put my hand on the doorknob before twisting it and pushing it open, I look around to see everything the same but it’s clean so it isn’t dusty.

“I’ll be at the party tonight radio me if anything happens I’ll be here in under 30 seconds.” He said patting me on the back before walking away, making me call out to him. “I’ll hold you to that.” A slight smile made it way on my face as I walk over to my bed, pushing the covers away I slip in.

I put my head phones on my head and press play on my Walkman, for hours the only thing Tommy and Maria could hear were the light sobs coming from their daughters room. They knocked on the door telling her they are going to the party only to get no reply. Sighing in defeat they make their way to the front door before leaving.

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Third person pov

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Ellie had been looking for y/n before going to the party knocking on all her friends door asking if they have seems her she always got the same reply, so the girl went to the party in hopes to find the h/c haired girl, does she regret what she did? yes. Will she try her hardest to mend her relationship with y/n? yes.

Ellie was standing outside of the doors, where the famous town party’s be held, she was soon cut out of her though from and hand sneaking into hers. With a spark she looked over hoping to see y/n but only to be met with cat. Shaking out hand out of cats hold she makes her way through the doors.

Cat tried to stay with Ellie but Ellie said no and walked away, unknowingly making herself more visible to see to Tommy, she had only been there for a few minutes before tommy notices her while getting himself another drink, it’s like everything in his mind was forgotten the only words were hos little girls repeating in his head.

Before Maria OR Joel could stop him he marched his way over to her, and before Ellie could comprehend what was happening she was dragged away from the bar, looking up she came face to face with Tommy. “Do you have any fucking idea what you have done, I let you into my home, I let you date my little girl, I have to a place to stay in my fucking town and you repay me and MY family by cheating on my daughter with an ex that cheated on you.”

The older man ranted loudly alerting the ears of Maria, Joel and dina plus all the people around them. The three took notice of the situation and ran over, “Tommy, hun let not do this here.” Maria tried to reason with her husband. “Why Maria? Our baby girl is at home crying her heart out and you don’t want me to put same on the girl that did this to her.” Joel was starting to understand the situation by the guilty look on Ellie’s face and the fact his niece is not here.

“Is it true.” Joel finally asked Ellie, making her look at him “yes.” She whispered. Dina on the other hand was livid walking straight up to Ellie pushing Tommy away before punching the girl in the face. “You will never fucking understand how many times I’ve tried to reassure y/n that you were not a cheater and not a complete cunt, because I loved her and wanted her to be happy, that girl you have fucking ruined is the love of MY life, I would kill anyone for her I would take a fucking bullet for her, do you understand how much it hurt at first seeing her with you and now having her cry on my door step every night huh, oh and watch her get that cute little sparkle in her eye when you do the littlest of things like hold her hand or kiss her cheek, i wish everyday she was my girl but instead she was with a woman you can’t even get her priorities right, so do y/n a favour you either man the fuck up and fix what you have broken or I fucking will and I promise you I won’t let her see you again.

Ellie and dina had left the party to find y/n who isn’t doing to well.

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Y/n

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I couldn’t do it anymore the songs weren’t helping my thought were growing loud I didn’t want to listen to them but they gave me no choice, I guess that how I ended up in my bathroom with blood running down my wrists, the difference from when i did it the first time was that this time the blood didn’t stop it just kept going, I started to see spots and yells? I payed no mind to them I just turned the music up and hummed to the the lyrics.

I could hear shouts outside of my bathroom door I just couldn’t be bother to open it or talk back, so I sat there letting the lace fade out of me while I continue humming, i hear the banging stop before to bodied tumble in, i look up to see Ellie and dina but the only only one I looked at was my best friend.

“Y/n- that’s a lot of blood, Ellie go get someone now!” Dina tells the tall girl who is stood there in shock. Dina pulls me into her chest as she rocks me back and forward. I look up at dina to see her already looking down at me, her eyes have so many word so many things she wanted to tell me but somehow I understand I press my lips against hers softly before pulling away feeling myself get tired. I knew my time was almost up so I told her the one thing I could think about.

“I wish I chose you,”

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