#and therefore could not say honey. good for her i guess.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Quirky representations of dementia should go die actually

#pardon me my friends i know I'm in a Good Mood today and will probably continue to be once I've taken some time to be mad/sad #but god the other night our ex-neighbour was obvs trying to comfort me #by talking bout a lady with dementia she knew who was onviously sick but in her mind she went out and did things and danced #and i was at the dinner table with my own sick lady #and therefore could not say honey. good for her i guess. #but my mum is almost aggressively trapped in her here and now #she doesn't know how to exist without us #her safe person is the husband her marriage was failing with #if we go out for five minute she panics and scratches at the door #she is sad and confused 95% of the time #content and confused the other 5% #and i can barely even visualise her as my mum anymore #because the mum who raised me would've killed herself if she knew this was coming #(like she used to tell me that. frequently tell her small child she'd rather kill herself than be unable to look after herself) #(which had a very normal impact on me I'm sure) #anyway. I'm a huge hypocrite and will still go and listen to marbles by the amazing devil and think it's the loveliest most romantic thing #and maybe some people do get lucky and find some joy in their minds when they have nothing else #but i have to just watch her brain fester and decay every day and there's just nothing quirky or beautiful about it #and all i can think is about how there's those mums who don't like raising small kids but enjoy parenthood when the kids are grown #and how that was supposed to be her #for a little while it was her #for a brief window of a couple of years she and i were each others best friend #and now she's this sad scared anxious thing shaped like my mum #who doesn't trust me as much as the man she was maybe a year or two out from leaving #and she's trapped in her brain and swiftly rotting #and it's just not cute and it's not funny #anyway #it is what it is #mr. bees speaks

[dyns33]

Feeling rainy

Another Dream x female reader 

      “Honey, you look cloudy today. No, rainy."

     "I confirm, he is very rainy at the moment."

     "Matthew. Leave us."

     "Right away, boss. But I'm sick of being wet all the time when I fly in the Dreaming, thank you very much."

It had taken a little time, but during their relationship, Y/N had acquired several certainties about Morpheus, especially about his mood.

The master of nightmares was not very good at expressing his feelings. Mainly because he didn't always know them himself. Partly because he was stupid and not very good with people.

His emotions were like a storm inside him. And therefore, a storm inside the Dreaming, especially when he was nervous, angry or sad.

Happy or neutral sentiments were preferable, with the sky remaining blue, the sun lighting up the whole realm, and the wind seeming to sing melodies.

 Sometimes it was a little too hot, when he was in love and excited, but that was no big deal. Also, it never lasted very long.

Like the weather, Morpheus' mood was changing very quickly, and very easily.

And even though he was doing his best to hide his feelings behind a straight face, the Dreaming never left any doubt that something was bothering him.

     "Is it because of last night ?" Y/N asked calmly.

     "I don't wish to talk about it, love."

     "Not even to please me ? I don't like it when you rain, especially because of me."

     "... It's not because of you. I probably overreacted."

     "Kind of like always, darling, but that doesn't mean your feelings aren't valid. Do you want a hug ?"

     "... Maybe."

The tall, terrible prince of the stories certainly didn't like being seeing as weak, but when Dream was in Y/N's arms, he looked like a cat desperately trying not to purr with pleasure, totally at her mercy.

It wasn't a problem since they were alone, but dreams and nightmares guessed what was going on, as the clouds disappeared and a rainbow formed over their heads.

     "She has to cuddle him all the time."

     "Hush."

     "Merv is right. I may be his more or less emotional raven, but he clearly needs her as an emotional human."

     "Get out of my library."

All of this could have gone quite well, since Y/N had managed to decode the functioning of the Dreaming, and therefore of Dream, but sometimes he was visibly lost and upset by her emotions, not knowing how to help her, and beginning to feel them with her.

Which was not a good thing, for him, nor for his kingdom.

Y/N therefore asked for advice around her, knowing that it was useless to ask Morpheus directly. Morpheus never really answered questions. That being said, his subjects weren't necessarily better for it.

Lucienne, loyal intelligent Lucienne advised her to speak to the Lord, as communication was important, although she had to be careful how she wanted to express what she wanted to say, as the Lord could misunderstand things.

Merv and Matthew thought that they should say nothing and just cover him with kisses and compliments so that he would always be happy. Because everyone wanted him to be happy, and everyone loved rainbows.

The Corinthian had a different opinion.

     "You have to do exactly like him." he declared with three huge smiles.

     "What do you mean, like him ?"

     "You want to help him by doing anything so that he doesn't get overwhelmed by emotions ? So don't show any emotion yourself. Keep them inside, act neutral, use a monotonous voice, express your love with ridiculously complicated little sentences, and it will be perfect."

Normally, it would have been strongly discouraged to listen to a nightmare. But despite their bickering, the Corinthian was arguably one of the creations that knew Morpheus best, so Y/N thought it wasn't a bad idea.

After all, Dream was a bit like a sponge. Absorbing all the dreamers' hopes, fears, desires, emotions, and though he was a separate being who felt distinctly, he couldn't completely cut himself off from the rest of the world.

So it seemed logical that he was sometimes troubled by others, and therefore by Y/N, with whom he spent the most time.

It didn't cost much to imitate him. It wasn't necessarily easy, but she could do it, for him, so it wouldn't be rainy or stormy too often.

So she trained in front of a mirror, doing her best to remain impassive as she thought about a joke, her deceased grandfather, an adorable kitten, her boss whom she wanted to strangle, and lots of things that never left her indifferent.

Part of her had thought Morpheus wouldn't notice. Another hoped he would see it, that he would be happy, and that she could smile to herself.

While they were watching her favorite movie together, a funny scene played out and she didn't react. Then another, and another, until Y/N felt that Dream's attention was no longer on the screen, but on her.

     "My love, you seem distant."

     "Not at all. I'm enjoying a pleasant evening, with you." she said with a neutral tone.

     "... You didn't laugh. Would you like to see another movie ?"

     "No, I like this movie. You weren't laughing either, do you want to change ?"

     "I never laugh."

    "Because you're too melancholic to find aything funny ?"

     "... No. My laughter... I was informed that my laughter could be frightening."

Y/N then turned to him, and at that moment, she almost smiled, finding the revelation ridiculous and adorable,  wanting to hear that laughter that her lover was so ashamed of, out of curiosity, but above all to reassure him.

Except that for that, she would have to show emotions, and make him feel emotions, and the goal was to remain as neutral as possible, so Y/N forced herself to remain neutral, looking at him straight in the eyes so that he knew that she was serious, while looking for the right wording.

"I'm sure your laugh is sweet." was the best thing that came to her, patting Morpheus' hand, before watching the movie again.

There were many other moments like this, at the New Inn, at the park, in the Dreaming, and Y/N really thought that everything was fine, that she was doing a good job. The weather seemed calm, with a few distant clouds, but no storms in sight.

Still, there was something in Morpheus' eyes when he looked at her. Curiosity mixed with fear. She didn't dare tell him about it, thinking it was nothing, and he didn't tell her either.

Until Matthew came to visit her as she was getting ready to go to sleep.

     "I don't know if I should ask you to go to bed quickly, or advise you to stay awake."

     "Why ? What's going on ? Morpheus is in trouble ?!"

     "Uh... That depends. Is everything okay between you two ?"

     "Yes, perfectly fine. Why ?" she asked, suddenly worried.

     "I don't know. It's foggy at the moment. We've had a few rains, a few tornadoes, but Lucienne managed to calm it down. Except that... Hmm... I don't know if I should say it."

     "Matthew."

     "He thinks you don't love him anymore." sighed the raven, lowering his head.

The news hit Y/N straight to the heart. For a moment, she wondered how Dream could have come to such a conclusion. Then she remembered how Dream was, his difficulties in understanding people, emotions, and even if he himself didn't often show what he felt, he clearly needed others to show him.

For a month, Y/N thought to make him happy. For a month, Morpheus thought she wanted to leave him.

     "... This is a terrible misunderstanding."

     "Glad to hear that. Can you tell him, please ?"

Falling asleep when stressed might take a while, but Y/N needed to see Morpheus quickly, so she closed her eyes thinking hard about him, and she arrived on the balcony of his palace.

It was raining.

Obviously, Matthew had come to see her before Lucienne went to speak to her master.

Dream stood in the rain, motionless, watching his realm. He didn't move when she came close to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

     "I love you, you know that ?" she asked shyly.

     "I hope so."

     "In wanting to please you, I made a mistake. Your mood changes so easily, you can be so fragile, so sensitive."

     "I'm not fragile." he muttered, continuing to stare into the distance.

     "You are, but that's neither an insult nor the question. I thought... The Corinthian told me that if I don't show my emotions, I won't upset you with them and that you I would be happy. I wanted to help, really. Since you know that I love you, I imagined that it wouldn't change anything. It would be inside, like for you. Sorry."

Finally, Dream turned to her, looking surprised and solemn. He stared at her for a long time, before taking a deep breath.

     "I see. So you made several mistakes, indeed."

     "Dream..."

     "You listened to the Corinthian, a nightmare."

     "I know."

     "You thought it would be good for you to keep your emotions inside, like me. Knowing that my emotions are never really inside, but entirely outside, in the Dreaming, while you should keep your storms in your little heart."

     "I get it, I..."

     "And you believed that I would like you to deprive me of your smile. Of your laughter. That you hide your sadness from me, which I could erase with kisses. Your anger, which I could appease with poems. Your love, which I carry in my chest. All this to make me happy ?"

So Morpheus did something that Y/N hadn't imagined.

He laughed. 

And like he said, his laugh was a little scary. Inhuman. A sound that mortals weren't supposed to hear, that no one was supposed to hear. But he was laughing, and he was smiling, and he came over to kiss her, and Y/N thought she liked that sound a lot.

     "My love, your emotions, all your emotions, are my joy. Do not hide them from me."

     "Okay. But promise me you'll tell me when it's rainy, and why."

     "Very well."

     "And I was right, your laugh is very sweet."

     "Yeah, I guess love makes you blind and deaf."

     "Matthew. Leave us."

     "Yes, boss. Glad it's not raining anymore."

Indeed, the sun had returned as he spoke, a bright sun, and even if the weather could never be perfect, like their relationship, Y/N would do everything to make Morpheus as bright as possible.

#The Sandman #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfiction

[final-script]

Chilly In Love | Ben Chilwell

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Reader

Sumary: You and Ben being public for the first time.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later)

A/N- I do not know if it is good or bad what I just did, you will say … .

Pic: chelseafav

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Many were surprised to see you. And for some reason, you weren't expected to be a Chelsea fan.

Although, the most striking thing was that you were in the family area, therefore most had deduced, that you went out with one of the boys.

And they were anxious to know who, since they could not see the number of who you were wearing, because you covered it with your jacket.

They had also seen you talking to several relatives, so they could not guess it on that side either.

You were not at all bothered by the looks, you were used to them, it is more, you found it funny.

(…)

Sophia- I don't think anyone expected you here. Said the German midfielder's girlfriend, laughing.

Y/N- I don't think so and it's very likely that right now, they're pairing me up with Christian.

As an American, it is very likely that most, if not all, were pairing me with the captain of my country's national team.

S-It will be fun to see everyone's faces later. I agreed with him and we continued to see our boys.

The truth is that yes, I was eager to see the faces of EVERYONE and not only the fans, but also Ben's teammates.

(...)

97 minutes later, I sing the silvato, proclaiming Chelsea champions league.

I hugged my boy's family, no matter what, they'd see me hugging and kissing Ben anyway, so there's nothing to hide.

As we watched everyone receive their medals, from the committee, we were allowed to enter the field and be honored by our boys.

I waited aside, while hugging his family more than joyfully.

B/B- go for her brother, they have been waiting for him. I heard your brother say, so put my thoughts aside.

When he was in front of me I quickly hugged him.

Y/N- You won, honey, you won! Kissing him several times.

B- thank you for being here, really!!! He smiled at you enormously, as he hugged you to his body.

Y/N- it's a nice way to tell the world who is my boy and that this is Champions

B-also everyone will know who my girl is, although now I will have to face everyone's questionnaire, wondering how this happened.

I press their lips to yours as they heard some screams and flashes around us.

We didn't really know how we had done to keep the secret but…

That doesn't matter anymore, I'm very happy that he will finally be able to show us freely to the world.

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ANOTHERS

Breaking The Rules - Ben Chilwell x Reader

The exact moment - Pierre Gasly x Reader

#ben chilwell #chelsea fc #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell one shot #ben chilwell fanfic #football imagine #footballer imagine #football one shot #football fanfic #football x reader #football x you

[stories-poetry4all]

My parents are marrying me off to the cruelest, most vicious Alpha?! And to make matters worse, when I see him at our wedding, my wolf tells me he's our true mate!

"Do you, Alpha Demitri Varlos, accept Lily, former member of the Snow Moon Pack, as your wife and mate, and therefore Luna of the Blood Moon Pack?" The Elder asked the man standing in front of me.

My breathing hitched to a stop.

"Alpha? Varlos? As in, the cold-blooded killer Alpha Varlos?" I asked my wolf Aya.

"I guess so. But his wolf told me..."

"I don't care about his wolf, Aya! This is a trap! They told me I just need to get married to an Omega! They are full of lies!" I was shaking as the reality of my situation started to sink in.

"I do," Alpha Demitri's deep voice rang.

I felt the mate bond intensify. I ground my teeth together and kept my eyes downcast, avoiding eye contact with Alpha Varlos.

"Lily, former member of the Snow Moon Pack, do you accept Alpha Demitri Varlos of the Blood Moon Pack to be your husband and your mate, thereby accepting your title as his Luna?"

"I..." I don't want to go with him.

I have three choices now: Stay here and be a slave and get beaten, or go with the murdering Alpha, or go rogue and have nobody. Tears welled in my eyes at my situation.

"Please don't reject him. He will be nice and sweet, even though he seems terrifying now!" Aya whimpered.

I sneaked a peek at my mate. He's a giant, all muscle, with a hint of a tattoo peeking out from under his shirt collar on his neck. He's very good-looking despite his ugly reputation. Full lips under a straight, long nose, and his eyes. They were a warm honey gold with flecks of brown.

Those eyes gazed into mine, and then my mate smirked at me. My breath hitched, and immediately I felt captivated.

"Lily?" The Elder stepped forward.

Alpha Dimitri frowned, his honey gold eyes turning a few shades darker. Is he getting angry at me?

I heard my biggest bully, Evelyn, snicker behind me. Now I know why she was so smug earlier.

"Lily, say 'I do.' The Goddess has her special plan for us, trust me," Aya pleaded.

Taking a deep breath, I looked away from Alpha Varlos and down at my shoes.

"I do," I whispered.

The mate bond intensified again with my words. I blinked away unshed tears as I sealed my fate.

The Elder stepped back, giving me a look of something close to sympathy.

"It is my great joy to pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss—"

"That won't be necessary." Alpha Varlos cut across him. He turned to me. "Come."

...

Lily POV

"Hurry up, Slave! Goddess, you have nothing to work with anyway! Did u even bathe?!"

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time. Why Luna decided her spoiled, stuck up daughter, who also hated my guts, would be the perfect person to help me get ready for my wedding was beyond me. Although 'helping' was far reached. So far, she had pulled me out of bed by my hair, handled me into my creaky chair in front of my sorry excuse for a vanity, and screamed at me to get ready. Since then, she had done nothing but stick around on her phone and occasionally insult me.

"Yes, Evelyn." I clipped out. She snorted in response and went back to her phone.

I was nearly ready. My thick red hair was pulled up into a French twist, my veil tucked into it nicely. I had no makeup to speak of, so I had no choice but to go natural. It didn't bother me much, my skin was flawless in terms of acne. I would have liked something to try and conceal how sallow my cheeks were and the bags under my eyes though. I was extremely pale, due to a lack of food and nutrition, which made me look sickly. My full mouth were dry and peeling slightly. I hadn't had a drink in over twenty-four hours, and how I wish I could say it was from nerves. Sadly, it wasn't. I had a straight, proud nose so I guess that was a plus. The only feature I really loved was my eyes. They were unbelievably green, like emeralds but... more. They almost shone with the depth of their colour.

My gaze swept down to my dress. It was gorgeous. The only thing I had ever received from the Alpha in the thirteen years I'd been at this pack.

Alpha Theo and his Luna, Tina of the Snow Moon Pack had "adopted" me when I was five years old. I have no recollection of my life or family from before. Many times I had tried to remember, but it was black, fuzzy. Eventually, I'd stopped trying. My first memory was thirteen years ago, entering Snow Moons borders and staggering around until I came across the packhouse.

Foolishly, I'd raided the kitchen as I had been starving, and the Luna had caught me redhanded. Terrified and alone, she had taken me in. Though I quickly found out she was not a Luna of mercy as I was made to clean, cook and serve the pack with harsh punishments if I strayed or argued or talked back.

Her daughter, Evelyn, was the same age as me, and just as cruel as her parents. Her main source of enjoyment was to torment me.

Once, when we were ten, I had spilled a glass of orange juice on the floor. Evelyn had walked right up to me and dumped the remaining glass over her head, immediately screaming for her parents, claiming I had thrown a glass at her and then dumped the juice on her when I missed. None of her friends had backed me up, and I'd spent three days in a cell in the basement with no food or water and merciless beatings from the Alpha and Luna both. I had no idea how I survived, and at the time, I wasn't overly happy that I did.

Over the years however, I'd simply learned to stay away from everyone as much as possible. When that wasn't possible, I just kept my eyes down and my mouth shut. The punishments happened less and less, but when they did happen, they were extreme. If Evelyn had a bad day at school, she would take it out on me. Sometimes her friends would join in, leaving me in whatever state when they were done. More often than not, I'd wished for death. Until I got my wolf, Aya.

It was thanks to her that I found my voice again; My will to fight back somewhat. She was strong, snarky, and my only friend. She was the only reason I'd managed to keep my sanity. I smiled to myself, remembering the night she finally came forward.

**FLASHBACK**

I was in the last room of the main floor, just finishing up mopping. Suddenly a voice had me screaming and dropping the mop, splashing water everywhere.

"Hey!"

"Who...who's there?" I asked nervously. I spun in a slow circle, looking for a sign of another person.

Laughter. "No need to be so jumpy. I won't hurt u, Lily."

I realized the voice was in my head. " You're my wolf!"

"Bingo!"

"Is that your name? Bingo?" I asked. Odd.

"What? No silly girl. My name is Aya, and it is so nice to finally be here with you."

"It's really nice to meet you too! I thought... I mean... I figured..." I trailed off helplessly.

"That you didn't have a wolf? I know."

"You do?"

She sighed. "I've always been here, Lily. I know those bad guys told you that you 'couldn't possibly have a wolf' and all the other guys they've put you through. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you. But I'm here now, and you'll always have me to watch your back. Curse this pack, and Curse them for they've put you through!"

I laughed, full of joy. I had a wolf! This was the best day of my life!

"Oh, Lily?"

"Yes, Aya?" I answered.

"Happy Birthday."

I grinned so much, that I didn't even mind I had to re-mop the floor.

** END FLASHBACK**

That was last month, my eighteenth birthday. I hadn't shifted yet, as wolves shift for the first time on the full moon after their eighteenth birthday. I couldn't wait to see what Aya looked like.

My reminiscing was interrupted by Evelyns high pitched voice.

"What are u smiling about?"

Aya snarled in my head. I shook my head but declined to answer. Evelyn narrowed her eyes at me and stood up, moving towards me. She stood behind me with her hands on her, turnng her head to the side.

"You know, Slave, I think you could use a little color in your cheeks." She smiled wickedly.

I immediately sprang up and tried to dash to the door, but she was quick. Grabbing my arm, she spun me around and landed a vicious blow to my left cheek. While I was still stunned, she repeated the action to my right cheek.

Tears sprang to my eyes to accompany the stinging on my face. Aya roared in my head, momentarily deafening me while Evelyn laughed. I didn't even hear the insult she threw at me. Holding my cheeks, I turned swiftly for the door, exiting the room with Evelyn hot on my heels.

"You'll be back, you know." She said. "I know you think this marriage is your ticket out of here, but it's not. As soon as your groom realizes who my parents are marrying him off to, he'll throw you out faster than you can blink. I'll be surprised if he even goes through with the ceremony!" She hissed. Stepping in front of me, she yelled.

"u will always be nothing but a slave!"

Evelyn released me, shoving me back a few feet. Without another glance, she marched down the hall and out of sight around the corner. I leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths.

"She's wrong. Don't listen to her, Lily." My wolf tried to soothe me.

"She's right, though. I've always been a slave. Who could possibly want me? Look at me!"

"I am. You're stronger than you realize. You've been through so, so much, and you're still here. Still standing. Even if this guy throws you out, we won't come back here."

I blinked. " u'd go rogue?"

"I told you I'd always be here with you. Even if we had to be a rogue."

Tears welled up again, but this time from happiness.

" Wow. Thank you. I love you, Aya."

"I love you too, Lily. Now, let's go get married!" She cheered with mock enthusiasm. I laughed quietly.

Straightening my dress and my hair, I began walking down the hallway. With each step, nerves began to pool in my stomach.

See, the craziest thing about my situation was that I actually didn't know who I was marrying. This whole thing was arranged without my knowledge, at least, up until last week.

I'd been a server at the yearly Alphas Meeting, which was at Snow Moon this year. The next day, Alpha Theo and Luna Tina dragged me into the Alphas' office and told me I was getting married. They never said to whom, and they never gave me the option to say no. All they said was they were getting more for my hand in marriage than I was worth, and they were glad to be finally getting rid of me. I couldn't say I was unhappy about the prospect of leaving this pack, but I was scared of marrying an unknown man. I couldn't fathom why anyone would want me to be honest.

I assumed it was someone from an ally pack who wanted a slave. The more I'd thought about this, the more I believed it true. After all, Alpha Theo could pick any random girl to replace me.

Lost in my fears, I finally reached the grand double doors to the hall where the ceremony was taking place. Voices buzzed from inside. I felt like vomiting, but also something... else.

My head began to swim, and I was suddenly too hot. My heart rate was picking up quickly, and I felt lightheaded.

Was I about to pass out minutes before my wedding?

Lily POV

As I took deep breaths as being coached by my wolf, Alpha Theo snuck up beside me. I had been so focused on my breathing I hadn't even heard him.

I flinched.

"Stop fidgeting!" He hissed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

I felt so out of sorts, I didn't even stop to consider my words or the disrespectful tone in which I said them.

Alpha Theo narrowed his eyes at me. The hand at his side twitched like he wanted to strike me.

"Since you have no father here, it is my...duty to walk you down the aisle and give you away. Don't misinterpret this though, I take absolutely no pleasure in touching you."

Uhm, what? Why did it sound like he was insinuating something?

"You mean, you take no pleasure in touching me when it's not violent." I deadpanned.

Aya, who had been pacing in my head, stopped in her tracks. I could feel the shock coming from her. I was shocked too. I'd never spoken to the Alpha like that before, with such confidence. Where had that come from?

The Alpha seemed more shocked than either of us however. His face was comical. At least it was until his eyes turned black and a low voice came through his teeth.

Before Alpha Theo could hit me, or worse, murder me on the spot, the doors in front of us began to open...

He turned me towards the hall.

I had no maid of honour, no bridesmaids. Not that anyone would have agreed if I had asked.

As we entered the hall, I was hit in the face with the most amazing scent. It was a mix of lavender and chocolate, with a hint of an almost musky, woodsy smell. It almost knocked me off my feet. It filled the hall and I found myself looking around, searching for the source. Aya was practically jumping in my head, wanting to come out.

"Mate! MATE!" She screamed.

What?!

"Where?" I asked.

I saw him then. My eyes zeroed in on the most amazingly breathtaking man I'd ever witnessed.

He was taller than Alpha Theo, at least 6'7, a giant, and all muscle. His tuxedo strained against him in a way that had me coveted. I could see the hint of a tattoo peaking out front under the shirt collar on his. I was less than five feet away now, near enough to see his hair had a slight wave to it, and it was pitch black. My fingers itched to run through it. He had a chiseled jaw, with a five o'clock shadow. Full mouth under a straight, long nose, and his eyes. They gazed into mine and held me captive. They were a warm honey gold with flecks of brown.

I had forgotten where I was; the reason, the time, the place.

"This is our mate?" I asked Aya.

I couldn't quite believe someone so... he was my mate.

"Yes!" I could feel her connecting with our mate's wolf. She was purring with joy and happiness.

A loud throat clearing sounded next to me, and I unwillingly cast my gaze away from my mate in annoyance.

Alpha Theo was glaring at me. It was only then that I'd realized we'd come to a stop. The entire hall was buzzing with hushed whispers, everyone staring at me. I blushed slightly and looked down.

"Alpha Theo." His voice was deep, husky. It sent a shiver down my spine. "I'll take her from here."

My head shot up.

Wait... I was marrying him? My mate?

"Who did you think? He's the only one up here other than the old guy!" Snarked Aya.

Truthfully I hadn't even noticed anyone else, but she was right. Only the Elder who was blessing the marriage stood at the alter with my mate.

I glanced around him.

Didn't he have groomsmen? Friends? Family?

"What are you waiting for?! Go!" hissed Alpha Theo. He released a not too subtle shove.

A growl erupted from my mate's chest at the action, and I peeked up in time to see Alpha Theo's face go pale. He bowed his head in apology and went to take his seat next to his Luna.

I spotted Evelyn seated next to her mother, but I didn't understand her expression. Truthfully, the second I realized whom I was marrying, I could only imagine how jealous Evelyn would be. I mean, this man was a God! But she looked.... smug. She had a wicked little smile on her face, laughter in her eyes. Her expression had anxiety pooling in my stomach.

"Ahem!"

I turned my attention back to the man in front of me. He was glaring at me now, annoyance clear on his face.

"I'd like to get started, if you're willing to pay attention now?" He grumbled.

Without waiting for an answer, he signaled to the Elder to begin the ceremony.

"Ladies and gentleman, it is my honor to be here at Snow Moon today to bless the union of these two Children of the Moon Goddess. Shall we?"

He looked my mate. He nodded once.

The Elder looked to me with a soft smile, which I returned.

"Do you Lily..." He stumbled for a second and I blushed a deep red.

Traditionally, he would use my full name, but since I had no memory of my past, I didn't know my last name. Or even if I had a middle name. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mate raise his eyebrows in confusion.

The Elder cleared his throat and started again. "Do you, Lily of the Snow Moon Pack, accept this marriage and my Blessing of it?"

"I do." I replied quietly.

"And do you acknowledge and accept that henceforth, you will no longer be a member of the Snow Moon Pack?"

"Yes." I replied a little more eagerly.

"Then as an Elder of the Werewolf Sitting Council, I hereby strip you of any ties to the Snow Moon Pack. Alpha Theo?" The Elder gestured to my Alpha who stood up.

"I accept." He said.

I felt a tearing inside. Everyone in the hall save the Elder and my groom gasped and clutched themselves along with me. Losing a pack member was painful for everyone, but I took the pain with a smile, knowing I was officially no longer a member of this horrid pack. I felt an intense wave of freedom not to be tied to them anymore.

When everyone was quiet again, the Elder turned to my mate.

"Do you, Alpha Demitri Varlos accept Lily, former member of the Snow Moon Pack, as your wife and mate, and therefore Luna of the Blood Moon Pack?"

My breathing hitched to a stop.

"Alpha? Varlos? As in, the cold-blooded Alpha Varlos?" I asked Aya.

"I guess so. But his wolf..."

"I don't care about his wolf Aya! I can't accept this! He's a bad guy!"

I was shaking as the reality of my situation started to sink in. They were marrying me off to the cruelest, most viscous Alpha on this side of the world! And to make matters worse, he was my mate. What kind of sick sense of humor did the Moon Goddess have? I hadn't suffered enough, she thought she'd toss me to the merciless Alpha?

"I do."

I felt the mate bond intensify. I ground my teeth together, and kept my eyes downcast, avoiding eye contact with Alpha Varlos.

"Lily, former member of the Snow Moon Pack, do you accept Alpha Demitri Varlos of the Blood Moon Pack to be your husband and your mate, thereby accepting your title as his Luna?"

"I..."

I didn't. I didn't want to go with him. These were my options then? Stay here and be a slave and get beat, go with the ruthless Alpha who, or go rogue and have nobody. Tears welled in my eyes at my situation.

"Please don't reject him." Aya whimpered.

"Aya... we can't accept him. He's-"

"I know!" She cut me off. "But you need to remember that you wouldn't be the only one losing a mate!" She snapped.

Closing my eyes, I sighed quietly.

When I opened them, I looked into my Alphas eyes. He was staring at me with such anger, I actually took a step back.

"Please?" Whispered Aya.

"Lily?" The Elder stepped forward.

I heard a snicker I'd know anywhere behind me. Now I know why Evelyn was so smug earlier.

Taking a deep breath, I looked away from Alpha Varlos and down at my shoes.

"I do." I whispered.

The mate bond intensified again with my words. I blinked away unshed tears as I sealed my fate. The Elder stepped back, giving me a short look of something near to sympathy.

"It is my great joy to pronounce you man and wife. You may greet-"

"That won't be necessary." Alpha Varlos cut across him. He turned to me. "Come."

Dragging my feet, I turned to follow my new husband.

Lily POV

Alpha Demitri Varlos strode down the platform, stopping briefly to shake my former Alphas hand. They exchanged no words, but it felt disrespectful to me, like a "good doing business with you" vibe. I wondered for the first time how much he had offered for me; It couldn't have been very much as I was nothing but a lowly slave for the pack. More than likely, they were probably just glad to be rid of me.

Keeping my eyes down and my feet shuffling forward, I felt bad for whoever they replaced me with in the future.

A deep sigh interrupted my thoughts, and I glanced up to see my mates annoyed face.

"Can you move any faster? I'd like to get home sometime today if that's okay with you." He snapped.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

He rolled his eyes. "Your things are packed and already loaded in the car. Let's go."

He reached for my arm, and I instinctively flinched back. It wasn't entirely his fault; I'd been beaten since the age of five, fast movements tended to cause me to react like that. Whether he knew of how I was treated here or not though, he stopped reaching for me and dropped his hand to his side.

"Can I... Should I change first?" I asked him.

"Why?"

I blinked at him. "Am I suppose to show up to your pack in a wedding dress?"

"Why does it matter?"

It didn't really. I was stalling, not wanting to be in a near, personal space like a car with him.

"Look, I've come and got what I needed here. Now I'm going home. If you're not in the car in two minutes, you can walk to Blood Moon." With that, he turned and walked away from me.

"Wow. He's a real charmer."

"I know he's a bit rough around the edges. But his wolf is really nice."

"That's suppose to make me feel better?"

"Yes."

My turn to roll my eyes.

Dutifully, I followed my husband out of the packhouse to a waiting black SUV. He was already seated in the driver's seat, tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.

I climbed in somewhat awkwardly thanks to the skirt of my dress and shut my door. Glancing in the backseat, I saw a single suitcase. That would be my thing, as sad as that was. Clicking my seatbelt into place, I stared out the windshield. We weren't moving. Two minutes passed. Then three. And five minutes later, we still were parked in the drive of the packhouse. I broke the silence.

"Aren't we leaving?" I asked him.

"Yes. As soon as these idiots get the rest of ur stuff."

I looked at him quizzically. "What?"

He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating my suitcase. I actually laughed.

"That is the rest of my stuff."

Now it was his turn to look confused.

"That is all you have?"

"Yeah."

"Where are the rest of ur clothes?"

"They're in there. I don't have much." I shrugged.

"Much? You don't have anything." He barked.

I shrugged again. He continued to look at me with an undecipherable expression before his expression hardened again.

"Whatever." He grumbled.

Finally, he started the car and put it in the drive.

Leaning back in my seat, I started out at the houses passing us by, giving way to more and more trees until we left Snow Moon behind completely.

Turning onto the highway, I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.

"I can't believe it..."

"I know. We're actually out of Snow Moon. We don't ever have to go back Lily! We're free!" Aya whooped in my head.

Free. Somehow this didn't feel like freedom. I'd gone from being a slave to a Luna in less than a day to a man who might actually murder me as he'd done so many others. Even as a slave, I'd heard all the stories of Alpha Demitri Varlos. He was feared near and far for his ability to murder. He'd wiped out entire packs. He had no mercy, no heart. He was actually known as The Heartless Alpha. And here I was, sitting in a car with him, accompanying him to his pack as his Luna and wife.

It felt surreal.

Should I speak to him; try to make conversation?

I floundered around in my head, searching for something to ask him that didn't involve his murder streak or how many people he had decapitated.

Hours passed. It was dark outside now, the trees a dark blur as we sped past.

Suddenly, it popped into my head, and out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"Why didn't you greet me?" I blurted out.

Alpha Varlos glanced at me and then back to the road. Silence.

"Alpha?" I tried again. Nothing.

I'd been so caught up in the shock before, I hadn't even minded that he didn't greet me. But now, as my reality began to really set in, it seemed important to know why.

Was I that repulsive? Why did this matter so much to me anyway? He was a cold blooded murderer, I shouldn't even be thinking about greeting him. naive mate bond.

However, it seemed my mouth was not connected to my brain as I whispered, "I'm your mate..."

"Enough!" He snapped loudly.

I flinched away from him, hurt.

naive, naive mate bond.

I didn't speak a single word for the rest of the trip. My gaze traveled between the window and my shoes, I refused to look at him. An hour ago, he'd told me we'd crossed into his land, I'd simply nodded. Was I being disrespectful? Probably. But he wasn't chatting me up either way, so I didn't care.

"We're here."

He pulled up to a huge ten foot gate that looked to be made of iron. Two guards were stationed on our side, and two more just beyond. All four men were huge, but nowhere near to their Alpha. The nearst guard gave a signal and the gates swung open. Despite my qualms about this situation, I was impressed as we drove further towards the packhouse. Most of the area was covered in trees, but I could spot houses in the dense forestry. Here and there, quaint cottages were dotted around with cute balconies and porch swings, gardens, stone walk paths. I even spotted a few garden gnomes. Not at all what I had been imagining when I learned who my husband-to-be was.

Fifteen minutes later, Alpha Varlos pulled up to what could only be the packhouse.

The driveway was a big semi-circle of stone bricks, with a water fountain stationed in the middle. Cars were parked in a line along the edge, Jeeps and SUVs. Taking a minute to admire the house itself, I was honestly awestruck. The packhouse was ginormous; at least five stories tall and just as wide. Lush flower beds lined the front, giving way to a beautifully green front lawn. Vines crawled up between the windows sprouting little buds. Morning glorys I thought. Lights were on in various windows of the house, casting a yellow glow. It felt.... homey.

"Are you going to sit there and stare all night? I'm tired." Grumbled my mate.

I shook my head, speedily opening my door and stepping out. I hadn't moved much over the course of the long car ride, and my legs were super stiff. I took a second to stretch them while still admiring the house. Upon nearer inspection, I noticed the whole place was constructed of deep redwood. I bet it looked even better in the daylight.

"Lily."

It took me a minute for him to catch my attention. Nobody used my name; I'd always been called 'slave' or 'mutt', or other various derogatory terms.

"Yes, I'm coming. Just let me get my stu-"

"Don't bother."

"But-"

"I'll get you some new clothes tomorrow. You can throw that suitcase out, and everything in it."

He began to walk to the house, but stopped when I opened the back door of the SUV. He sighed loudly, clearly irritated. Opening the suitcase, I dug through the 'clothes' that had been packed, really they were just rags until I found my objective. Closing the door, I clutched mylace and joined him.

"What's that?" He asked.

"It's alace."

He raised an eyebrow.

"It's... well... it's the only thing I have that's really mine. I don't remember who gave it to me, but I had it before I came to Snow Moon... so..."

Why was I explaining this?

"Okay." He turned on his heel and I followed him, mentally rolling my eyes. He really was bad.

He didn't hold the door for me, which I expected. Glancing around as I followed him through the door, I was again awestruck by how big this place was.

Paintings decorated the walls that I'd have to inspect nearer later. The floor was carpeted a deep purple, contrasting nicely with the wooden interior. Antique looking furniture was placed vicariously along the walls.

"This way. This floor has the common room, the kitchen, game area, and a room we use for Alpha meetings. It also has the dining room for meals. Second floor belongs to my Gamma and his family. Third floor is for my Beta and his family. The fourth floor is for us, and the fifth floor is the library."

That was the most he'd said to me since we'd met. Wait... us?

"Us?" I squeaked.

Lily POV

He stopped on the stairs and looked down at me. As if he wasn't tall enough, this was even more intimidating.

"Yes, us. You are my wife, and Luna of this pack."

"Uh..."

"Don't worry. You have your own room." Huh?

Before I could ask, he trotted up the stairs, me scrambling to keep up. I was feeling lightheaded and gasping for breath by the time we reached our floor. Years of being starved for long periods of time will do that to you I guess. I shuffled down the hall, nearly running into the back of him when he stopped abruptly in front of a door.

"This is your room. My room is across the hall." He pointed to a door adjacent to mine. "Clothes will arrive tomorrow for you."

Without another word, he opened his door and stepped inside, closing it on my shocked face. Numbly, I opened my own door and stepped inside. I don't know why I expected it to be small; old habits I guess. It was huge. The floor was plush, soft grey carpet. A king size bed was set against the wall, begging for a good nights sleep. Across from the bed was a old fashioned fireplace, already lit and filling the room with warmth and a soft glow; a neatly stacked pile of wood was placed to it's side. White curtains were drawn across glass doors that looked to open to a balcony. I assumed the door to my right was a bathroom, and the double wooden doors led to a wardrobe. Again, not what I had imagined.

"But then we didn't imagine we'd have our own room, did we?" Aya grumbled.

"No. But it's better than sleeping with him, right?"

"Maybe. But what was the point of all this if we're not going to be together?"

I didn't have an answer to that. It did seem pointless. He acted as if a mate and Luna, let alone a wife, was the last thing he wanted.

"Maybe it's better this way? He is... him after all."

"I need to bond with my mate too Lily. What if he doesn't let us?" She whimpered.

"We live here Aya. Sooner or later, we'll meet his wolf."

"I guess."

It wasn't the same thing, I knew. Aya needed to make her own bond with the Alphas wolf. Play together, hunt together. The thought of her not being able to do those things made her extremely sad.

"He has a name you know." She said.

"It feels wierd calling him Demitri though. What if he doesn't like it? What if no one else calls him that?"

"u're overthinking things."

"I don't think so."

Yawning, I slipped off my shoes and made my way to the bed. A huge grin plastered my face as I lay down. I'd never slept in a real bed before. My sleeping arrangements at Snow Moon consisted of a couple dirty mattresses filled with holes on the floor. Comparatively, this was Heaven. Having nothing else to sleep in, I arranged the skirts of my dress under the covers and fell asleep in minutes.

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[terrainofheartfelt]

Dair in pain/tears/laughter?

Dair + Pain & Tears & Laughter

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.”

Blair’s been pacing the width of this hospital room for quite some time now, all with Dan still sitting in this chair, unsure of how to help. 

“Blair, love, don’t you think maybe you’d be more comfortable in the bed?”

She shakes her head vigorously, loose braid swishing between her shoulders. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Blair Waldorf’s hair look so unkempt. Well, aside from sex. He probably shouldn’t bring any of that up right now. 

“At least sit down? Maybe?”

“Uh-uh,” she shakes her head again. One hand is on her back, the other is splayed over her rounded belly, like she’s trying to hold herself together. “Moving is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind.” She winces slightly, and lets out another soft, “Ow.”

Dan leans his elbows on his knees, twisting his hands together. He feels even more helpless than when he did this the last time, maybe because now it’s his favorite person in pain and he has no ability to fix it, or take it away. 

“What can I do, honey?”

She turns to meet his eye, still pacing. “Tell me something. Distract me with a story. I don’t even care if it’s one you’ve told me before.”

“Okay, uh –” he clears his throat, “what do you want to hear?”

“Anything,” she says with a distracted wave of her hand. “Tell me…Getting Hazed at Yale.”

Dan’s eyebrows shoot up, but he obliges, telling her the whole story, beginning to end: his disastrous interview (Blair gives a sympathetic laugh at By all means, say it, “If only he knew”), hunting down Jordan the TA and finding Nate in her dormroom (“Typical”), the case of mistaken identity (“practically Shakespearean”), to being kidnapped after dark by the Skull and Bones crowd and tied to a statue of Eli Yale. 

“Could be worse,” she remarks, still pacing, her right hand still rubbing her belly, “they could have picked Woolsey and his shiny toe.”

He laughs, and continues, up to Nate tracking him down, then Jordan the TA. When he gets to Jordan the TA’s line, My mom was in the navy, Blair holds up a hand. 

“Point of order,” she says. 

“Yes?”

“So you’re saying that this Jordan,” she says the name with so much derision that Dan nearly laughs, but given his wife’s current state, quickly thinks the better of it, “was only able to untie you because her mother was in the navy, and therefore knew all about sailor’s knots?”

“I believe so, Your Honor.”

Blair shoots him an unamused glance, then continues with a contemplative shake of her head. “It’s just weird. Nate’s been sailing since he could swim. I know he knows how to undo complicated knots. And a bunch of drunk frat guys couldn’t have tied something that intricate.”

Dan blinks, he’s never really given it that much thought before. “I guess he was just distracted by my body.”

Blair looks at him again, her lips pressed together, and Dan worries for a split second that it’s another contraction, but then she bursts into laughter, throwing her head back, laughing so forcefully that her pacing stops. 

“Oh my god,” she pants between fits of giggles, swiping at her eyes, “I’ll never let him live that down.”

Dan rolls his eyes, grinning—he can’t help it, he loves making her laugh. “Better you than me.”

She snorts, breaking into another spell of laughter that goes on for only a minute before her face falls, and she braces her hands on her hips. 

Dan’s at her side immediately, giving her something to lean on as the contraction rolls through her. 

“Okay,” she says through a grimace of pain, “okay, maybe the bed is a good idea.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Good idea.” 

He follows her lead, waiting to walk until she’s ready, then helps her settle back into the hospital bed. She slumps back on to the pillow, eyes dropping closed, and Dan brushes the hair that’s escaped its braid back from her face. 

“Hey,” she whispers after a minute, clasping his arm. 

“Yeah, Waldorf?”

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

He smiles, even though her eyes are closed to it, and strokes his thumb across her cheek. “Where else would I be?”

She smiles at that, and there’s a brief moment of calm, the eye of the storm. Dan tries to savor it for what it is, starting today their lives are going to have a lot less quiet. 

Blair breaks the quiet with a groan as the next contraction begins, and the hand clasped around Dan’s arm squeezes so tight his eyes water. 

#you give me this combination of words how could I not write a pregnancy fic? #dair #*prompts

[ladypurplejanewrynn]

The Wild Side Of Me Chapter 17

Versailles (Audrey Bonnefoy) belongs to @queen-of-stoneharts

As they drove off, Rose checked if Tolys didn’t had any injuries. Luckily beside being in a really terrible state, not a single injury on his body. "How are you holding up honey?" asked Alfred. "I… not so good. I feel like I’m gonna pass out… in any second… But… at least now that I’m out of the restrains… and that awful place in general, I guess is a little better…" answered Tolys. "Once we’re back home, I promise I’ll take good care of you and help you get back into your strengths." said the American with a comforting smile on his face. "Alfred wait. I don’t think is a good idea to take Tolys back to his house or yours. After all, Gilbert knows where you two live. So it wouldn’t be hard for him to find Tolys and take him back to the base. Especially seeing the state he’s currently in." said Audrey. "Oh crap, you’re right. We need to figure something out." said the American. "You know, he could stay at our house perhaps. After all, Gilbert hasn’t been in our new house before. Therefore, he won’t even know that he’s hidden there. Also, you could stay too and help Tolys with recovering. There’s a lot of place in it." said Alice. Alfred looked at the Polish woman and smiled:"Really? You don't mind? Oh thank you. You guys are amazing." Tolys looked at Alice as well. Despite being weaken, he managed to give her a weak, but generous smile on his face as a small "Thank you" escaped his mouth. As Vash drove the van, everyone start it to ask Tolys questions about how he became a werewolf. Or if we was one from the beginning. What it feels like. What kind of abilities does he possess. And so much more. "Guys! Easy. Can’t you see that he’s still in a bad state?" asked the Swiss. "True. I know you are curious and all, but for now let him rest. Once he’s feeling better, surely he’ll answer your questions. But not right now." answered Alfred. "I’m…glad to know… that all of you are… accepting me for being a werewolf… and wanting to learn more about it though…" said the Lithuanian. Some time has passed. Rose went to sit with Vash, Rod and Audrey keeping each other company and Alfred holding Tolys in his embrace, comforting the werewolf the best he could, letting him sleep in his arms. Alice tried to have a chat with Feliks, but he was awfully quite. The lady knew that something was wrong so she asked right away:"Feliks, honey what’s wrong?" He looked at her at gave her a small smile:"Nothing. Really. I’m like totally fine. Don't worry." She frowned:"I know when you’re lying. I’m your girlfriend and your future wife after all. And I can clearly see that something is bothering you. What’s the matter?" He turned away from her and started talking:"You see… You remember that time when we played Guess Who Am I game with Tolys and Alfred at the park right?" "Yes, what about it?" asked Alice. "Well, when we played, Tolys made us guess that he picked a werewolf as his character. And after that I guessed, I said some stuff about werewolves being kinda boring and I think something else. And I… just totally can’t help it but feel bad about saying those stuff. Cause I know that I probably made him feel bad and that I hurt his feelings." he answered. She hugged him:"I’m sure that he’s not holding any sorts of grudge for you for it. You didn’t even know that he was werewolf back then. He still likes and appreciates you as his friend. I just know it. Beside, Tolys isn't the type of person to stay mad at his friends for a long time." "I know… But what if he’s still feeling hurt because of my words?" asked the Polish man. "How about you talk to him about it once he feels better? Having a deep and calm conversation with a friend about feelings and things that are bothering them, is always good. And is better than yelling at each other and creating even more drama in a relationship." said Alice comforting her lover. Feliks smiled:"I guess you’re totally right. Alright, I’ll do it." "That’s the spirit hun." said the Polish woman and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

After they arrived at Feliks’s and Alice’s house, Alfred took his boyfriend in his arms and put him in bed, making sure he would be comfortable. He looked at Tolys’s sleeping face. "Gosh, even when he’s exhausted, he still looks beautiful." thought the man as he covered him up with the blanket, to keep him warm. "Don’t worry Tolys. I won’t leave your side. And I’ll make sure those jerks won’t get their hands on you ever again." he whispered and placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead. Days were passing by. At the beginning Tolys slept most of the days and Alfred sat at his side, making sure he’s alright. Feliks and Alice did things to help as well, but Alfred insisted to let him take care of the werewolf most of the time. Sometimes when he was bored, he played with the Lithuanian’s hair when he slept. The rest of the friends came for visits as well, to see if Tolys’s state was getting better and making sure he recovers well. Everyone, beside Francis and Arthur. After a week, the werewolf’s well being got a little better. He was still weaken, but at least the dark circles around his eyes disappeared and he wasn’t as pale as he used to before. And now at least he didn’t sleep most of the days. So he was slowly regaining his strength. Another day, Tolys woke up and first what he saw, was Alfred sitting next to him, and eating breakfast. "Oh you woke up. Good morning honey. Slept well? How are you feeling?" asked the American. "Morning love. Yeah, I did sleep pretty well. And I’m feeling a bit better. At least I don’t feel as much weak as before. But I still need to rest and regain my strengths." answered the Lithuanian. "I see. Anyway, I brought you breakfast as well. I put it on the night table on your side of the bed. Alice and Feliks made it themselves." answered Alfred. "Who knows? Maybe one day, you and I will make breakfast together too." Tolys giggled softly as he took his plate. The food really smelled nice. Without any second thoughts, the werewolf start it eating. Moment later when he finished, the two men heard a knock on the door:"Can I come in?" asked the Polish man from the other side. "Of course you can Feliks." answered Tolys. The man came in and asked:"Alfred, can you leave for a moment? There is something I wanna talk about with Tolys. It is really important." "Of course" said Alfred and left. The two friends were left alone now. "Sooooo… What is the thing you wanted to talk about?" asked the Lithuanian. "I… well… I wanted to apologize." said the Polish. Confusion appeared on Tolys’s face:"Apologize? For what?" "For that time when we were playing Guess Who Am I and said stuff about werewolves being boring and some other shit. I… really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings like that. You’re my friend and I like you just the way you are…I just… I’m totally sorry bro… I shouldn’t have said those words…" answered Feliks. Tolys smiled at him:"Is alright. I’m not mad at you. Beside you didn’t knew that I was a werewolf until now. And true, maybe I did felt hurt for a moment but I got over it. After all, I knew you didn’t mean anything bad by saying this." "So, does it like totally mean that you’re forgiving me?" asked Feliks. "To be honest, i don’t have to, since I wasn’t mad at you to begin with." explained the Lithuanian. After the conversation, the friends hugged each other. Then Alfred and Alice came in. "We heard everything." said Alfred. "You two were listening?" asked Tolys. "Well, actually Feliks asked me to be there and listen to how the conversation goes, as a way of support for him. And Alfred kind of joined me." answered Alice. "I’m so glad you two were able to talk out one of your problems." answered the American. "To be honest, I wouldn’t really call it a problem." answered the werewolf and all four of them burst into laughter.

#hetalia #aph lithuania #aph america #ameliet #aph poland #aph warsaw (oc) #polwar #aph switzerland #aph philadelphia (oc) #switzerdelphia #aph austria #aph versailles (not my oc) #ausver #tolys laurinaitis #alfred jones #feliks łukasiewicz #alice tarczyńska #vash zwingli #rose jones #roderich edelstein #audrey bonnefoy #human au #werewolf au #werewolf liet #fanfic

[fardell24b]

Quinn and Stacy - Esteem? - Part 2

"Esteem, a Teen. The sounds don’t quite mesh. So. it is with teens and esteem. The two don’t seem to go together. But we are here to begin realizing your actuality...” Mr. Timothy O’Neill to the self esteem class.

 Quinn raised her hand. She wanted to know what he meant by ‘realising your actuality’. It sounded like gibberish to her.

 “...and when we do, each and every one of you will be able to stand proudly and proclaim, "I am." Now, before we...”

 “Mr. O’Neill? I don’t understand something,”

 “Sorry, question and answer time is later,” O’Neill said.

 “What does ‘Realising your actuality’ mean?”

 “It means... look, just let me get through this part, okay? Then there'll be a video!”

 Quinn felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see that it was one of her new friends. “Stacy?” she asked in surprise.

 “Quinn? Sorry, but he doesn’t know what it means. He’s got it all memorised,” Stacy explained.

 “How am I supposed to follow him if I don't know what he's talking about?”

 “I’ve taken notes before. I’ve been here twice, already,” Stacy explained.

  Quinn figured that Sandi didn’t know, so she didn’t ask Stacy as they left the class.

 “So, then, after the role-playing, next class they put the girls and the guys in separate rooms and a female counselor talks to us about body image,” Stacy explained.

 “I can guess what they talk to the boys about,” Quinn said.

 “Nocturnal emissions!” they both said.

 “Ick!” Quinn commented.

 “If you have the notes, why are you still in the course.”

 Stacy paused, as if uncertain what to say.

 ‘Maybe she is,’ Quinn thought. “You can tell me,” she said.

 Stacy breathed deeply. “I’m sure you’ve noticed…” she began.

 “Go on,” Quinn said in an encouraging tone.

 “That I have anxiety issues!” Stacy projected before putting her hands over her mouth.

 Quinn hugged Stacy. “I did notice,” she said.

 “I thought that I could find a way to understand Mr. O’Neill’s babble,” Stacy said. “But I can’t understand it, therefore the class isn’t helpful.”

 “I see,” Quinn said.

When Quinn arrived home, she saw that her mother was already there. “Hi honey,”

 “Mom? Why are you home before five?”

 “I'm taking the rest of the day off to work with you on your self-esteem.”

 “It doesn’t need to be worked on,” Quinn groused. ‘Although Stacy needs someone else to help her.’

 “I don’t pretend I’m going to cure you,” Helen said as if Quinn hadn’t spoken. “But if a lack of mother-daughter bonding is part of your problem, we're going to remedy that right now. We're going out to do something you want to do.”

 As an only child, Quinn thought that she had plenty of parental bonding. ‘That’s not the issue.’

  At least they went to Cashmans, but it seemed her mother was doing her own shopping. “What do you think of this one?”

 “It’s just like all the others, Mom,” Quinn said. “Now if we were to look at leisure wear…”

 “I suppose so,” Helen said. “Let’s look at it then.”

 Quinn smiled.

  Stacy came up to Quinn as she was talking to a boy. “So... like, what do you like to do after school?” the boy asked.

 “Oh, nothing special. Go to the movies... or, like, a theme park... or out for a really fancy meal now and then... or maybe go to a concert, if, like, I know somebody's got good seats and is renting a limo and stuff,” Quinn answered.

 ‘Good answer,’ Stacy thought. He didn’t have a prayer of dating Quinn. ‘It’s certainly a bummer for him.’

 “So, you've got any brothers or sisters?”

 “I’m an only child,” Quinn admitted.

 ‘Really?’ Stacy wondered. That was so sad. ‘I may not get along with my sister, but I wouldn’t want to be an only child!’

 “I see,” the boy said.

 Quinn saw Stacy. “See you later,” she said to the boy.

 “Wait!”

 “You didn’t have to do that,” Stacy said.

 “I was waiting for you. I don’t want to be late.”

  The Self esteem class was in session again. “So, what are we talking about when we talk about ourselves?” O’Neil asked, “Anyone?” He pointed to one of the students. “Yes?”

 “We're... talking about us!,” the boy who had a shirt with the picture of MTV’s The Head on it, said.

 “Excellent! When we talk about ‘ourselves’ we're talking about ‘us.’ Now, guys, I've got a little challenge for you. Today we talked about turning your daydreams into reality. Tonight, I want each one of you to go home and do just that. What do you say?” O’Neill pointed to Quinn. “Um, you. What's a daydream that you'd like to see come true?”

 “Well, I guess I’d like to do something with both my parents,” Quinn answered.

 “Excellent!” O’Neill said.

 “Something that will really annoy them!” Quinn clarified.

 “Uh. It’s healthy to air these feelings. I think.”

 The Bell rang.

 “We'll talk more about this tomorrow. Class dismissed.”

  “You’re really going to annoy your parents?” Stacy asked.

 “What do you think? Mom forced me into this class!”

 “I see.”

  “How’s the old self-esteem coming, Quinn?” Jake asked while preparing dinner

 “It’s fine, Daddy.”

 “Really?” Jake asked.

 “Although. Why won’t we go to Pizza Forest tomorrow night? Like when I was a kid?” Quinn asked.

 “The place with the singers?” Jake asked.

 “I miss those songs,” Quinn said with a shrug.

  Two days later, Quinn arrived at Stacy’s house on the way to school. “How did it go with Pizza Forest?” Stacy asked as she let Quinn inside.

 “They were quite annoyed,” Quinn said with a giggle. “But I think we need to get out of the class.”

 “I have the notes,” Stacy said.

 “Great! So, why don’t we take the test today and get out of the class?”

 Stacy sighed. “I guess that’ll leave more time for Fashion Club meetings.”

 ‘There’s something there,’ Quinn thought. “And shopping and dates and other hobbies,” she added.

 “Of course!” Stacy said.

  “And so, for tomorrow, I want you to make a list of ten ways the world would be a sadder place if you weren't in it,” O’Neill said as he finished the class for the day.

 “Oh, Mr. O'Neill, Mr. O'Neill?!” the boy with shirt depicting The Head’s main character called.

“Yes, um... you.”

 “Is that if we'd never been born, or if we died suddenly and unexpectedly?”

 “Never been born,” O’Neill said quickly. “See you all tomorrow!” He noticed that Quinn and Stacy had stayed behind. “Hi! Did you need clarification on something we covered today?”

 “We feel really good about ourselves,” Quinn said.

 “We want to take the graduation test,” Stacy added.

 “Well! I'm glad your self-image meter is on the uptick! But there's still three more weeks of class left,” O’Neill said.

 “This first week has been really eye-opening,” Quinn said. “It must be your teaching.”

 The teacher was flattered. “Oh, well... thank you very much.” He looked at Stacy. “You know, you look familiar somehow...”

 “So, can we take the test?” Quinn asked.

 “Well, it's not the way we usually do it, but... I guess so.” He grabbed the test. “Okay, question one: ‘Self-esteem is important because...’”

 “It's a quality that will stand us in good stead the rest of our lives,” Quinn answered.

 “Very good. Now, ‘The next time I start to feel bad about myself...’”

 “Stand before the mirror, look myself in the eye and say, ‘You are special. No one else is like you.’,” Stacy added.

 “You two really have been paying attention! Okay, ‘There's no such thing...’”

 “As the right weight,” Stacy started.

 “Or the right height,” Quinn added.

 “There's only what's right for me,” Stacy added.

 “Because me is who I am,” Quinn concluded.

 “I don't think we have to go any farther. I am really pleased!” O’Neill praised. Then he dropped a bombshell. “I think the whole school needs to hear about this at assembly!”

#daria #esteemsters #fanfic #helen morgendorffer #jake morgendorffer #quinn morgendorffer #stacy rowe #timothy o'neill

[pantoneyoongi]

till the night is over [masterlist]

title ; till the night is over [ drabble series ]  pairing ; jungkook x you, taehyung x you tags ;  jungkook is an asshole like the entire time i’m sorry, taehyung is like probably incredibly unrealistic, angst, a lot of angst, mentions of mental illness, infidelity, unrequited love, first love, high school!au, college!au, toxic friendships word count ; 55.4k

description ; jungkook isn’t good for you. you know this. but even if your mind knows, your heart hasn’t quite figured it out yet. 

notes ; i thought a million times how to format this story - whether by chapter, or as a one-shot, i don’t know. in the end, i settled on doing drabbles whenever i feel like it, so not sure how cohesively this will come together, and for sure it will be written entirely out of order. i’ll try and put them in the order that i think works best as i write them.. i admit this one’s deeply personal to me - and therefore, probably incredibly indulgent as well. but i guess we’ll see how it goes!

blog tag ; series: ttno (the tag will show the drabbles in order of release date, as well as any asks related to the series!) 

prologue

↠ (don’t) stay looking back i should’ve let you slip away

the history

↠ running from the truth  all i ever think about is you 

↠  secrets the way i feel’s so obvious now

↠ but i can’t get you out of my head  i still love you, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i love you

the story

↠ over love, i over-trust you take me high just to bring me down 

↠ way too much emotion (part two to over love, i over-trust)  i just say fuck it, keep on going 

↠ talk to you (part three to over love, i over-trust) i want to get to know you today

↠ can’t call you mine  it’s obvious we’re more than friends 

↠ see you with her  guess i should stop thinking about you all the time

↠ maybe you’ll let me borrow your heart  all i want from you is to see you tomorrow

↠ then you smiled over your shoulder  for a minute, i was stone cold sober 

↠ like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen  you are slowly killing me

↠ lie to me, lie with me i’m always tired, but never of you 

↠ girl you got me  you’re the only one i could wait for 

↠ permanent damage i waited on every careless word

↠ the worst  i don’t mean to, but i love you

↠ let me love you  show you the way love’s supposed to be

↠ slow motion (part two to let me love you) it’s too soon for this to be right 

↠ friends can break your heart too  you said you wouldn’t and you fucking did

↠ but you’re my everything  why do i keep needing you when i know i’ll get hurt? 

↠ are you gonna keep her?  does she know that the bruises never change? 

↠ don’t you ever want to miss me at all?  why do you need to see my heart in your hands?

↠ let you treat me like that  i was your willing accomplice, honey

↠ nothing like us (part two to let you treat me like that) nothing can make me feel like you do

↠ cross the line  ‘cause i’m so into you

the ending

↠ i promised i would never let me hurt anymore  for you to be you to me, feels new to me

↠ even if it’s pathetic  i want to ask, what was i to you? 

↠ all that we were losing  i saw you like i never did before

↠ i kept quiet so i could keep you  i know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way i hurt

↠ i love you  but you let me down 

epilogue

↠ pull me close  been with you for hours, but it feels like seconds 

extras

↠ author’s afterword 

↠ jungkook’s playlist 

↠ taehyung’s playlist 

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #taehyung #taehyung x reader #bts #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #angst #fluff #series: ttno

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Unattainable | 3

"Great. Now lets board before some freak of nature interrupts us." "Haruhiiiiii" In a sing-songy voice Hikaru and Kaoru called from their dangling position on their helicopter's ladder. "Aww shi-" "(Y/nnnnnnnnnnn)!" Honey's call for you increased in volume as did his falling form from the helicopter. You audibly gasped. This guy was about to kill himself screaming your name!! Landing on the concrete cracking it, it became clear that it was a planned jump. And if there weren't enough reasons to believe that he had planned it, he jumped for your waist casually unplugging his unbroken legs from the ground. He nuzzled into your chest latching onto your waist becoming truly unmoveable even as your brave butler tried to remove him. Tamaki wailed."Haruhi you didn't tell us your extended weekend was going to be spent like this! How could you do this to your daddy?!" "Yeah, how could you do this to us?" "You usually fight so hard when we try to take you somewhere nice." Hikaru and Kaoru quipped.

"Of course I do because it's usually against my will. Besides this is my time with (Y/- HEY! Don't load your bags into our plane!" Kyoya was directing their many bags into your plane with both his and your staff organizing. "Why not? I'm sure you know that you have to pay back the club for all the days your missing. Besides Serigaki-san is a hard person to get in touch with so this would be a good business venture." Haruhi groaned and in the same breath you wanted to protest but the words didn't come and you just silently entered the plane with the host club in tow. Hopefully this wouldn't be too bad.

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"Hehehe (Y/n)-chan did you want my strawberry?"

"Sure."

You leaned down opening your mouth, to eat the fruit given by Honey. The senior happily giggled and kicked his feet as he continued to devour his sweet treat. 

Haruhi looked at the interaction and further pouted into her seat. For someone who got rejected he's pretty chipper-she thought watching you're happy chewing face. Well at least you weren't as upset as she was-okay well maybe you were just better at coping with it then her. She was never pleased when the host club butted into her life but this was yours. 

The outcome of this had to be bleak. With four of the hosts occupying her own time while at least two left would hog yours. She read those confession letters before you got to them, censoring the obviously romantic figurative language with her own vague interpretations. Of course you wouldn't question your best friend and in her opinion you were better off. You hardly had a grasp on the way normal relationships worked and the only one who could understand you was her. Therefore the only one you needed was her. When you became so secretive with the last letter she guessed that they caught wind of the fact she was altering their messages and were planning to speak in person. As expected you marched dutifully to the supposedly empty host-club room missing the hidden figure of your dearest friend. 

Replaying Honey's confession made her want to puke; she never expected someone so dangerous to fall for you first. By first she means first in this school. You're aloof and socially awkward demeanor just made you all the more cute to everyone around you. Besides who could say no when you so adorably demanded to be fed? You were always unfeasibly desirable even when you graced her plain school with your presence in kindergarten. If she had to guess it was because you just never grasped typical social norms or communicated enough to rectify them. 

Haruhi commended herself for picking up the little hints you left about your confusion with the human race. Granted it took her awhile to learn what each twitch and glint in your eyes meant because it was just so darn easy to get lost in them. But back to her distaste with you and her solace being destroyed thanks to these guys. The pilot ringed on the intercom telling everyone that they were at their pit stop. 

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At the resortt, immediately you're brother's servants greeted you excitedly in droves practically carrying you to show off their amenities. Casually greeting Haruhi and downright spitting at the boys who happily welcomed themselves onto your property. You were brought to your favorite place to be after plane rides: the spa. The employees of the resort lavished you and Haruhi with your favorite oils, setting up your own massage and steaming room separate from the host club. They were confined to the public facilities that allowed the guests to gawk at them. And even as you and Haruhi were seated for a meal of 'fancy tuna' and (F/f) while the host club was given chicken tenders. They were obviously not having a good time but there were plenty of times they got to see Haruhi's happy face. When Kyoya had the chance he specifically asked you why this was the case- you told him that Serigaki-san(as he called him)had received word of their uninvited status and had instructed that the staff treat them as they wished. You didn't know it but Haruhi had spoken to the staff about how 'mean' they were to you. Maybe they'll take the hint and realize we just don't want them here. She debated whether she wanted to voice her concerns to you. You honestly didn't seem to mind: allowing Mori to exercise with you, allowing Tamaki to be a pretty boy in the lobby (the staff threatened to kick him out), and even letting Kyoya work with the sales team. When it came to the twins there wasn't much of an interaction between you three, they mostly stuck next to Haruhi which she found odd. Usually their a lot more friendly but for whatever they seemed to avoid speaking to you; you remain oblivious and that's probably best for now. What was a problem was the way Honey just casually hung around you like he was your best friend. "(Y/n)-chan come see me spin in this cute floatie!" "(Y/n)-chan look at the sand cake I made!" "(N/n)-chan! Do you like your nickname? I think it's cute!" She could hardly stand it.

"Yeah sorry about that but I kind of owe them. Sorry for the inconvenience." She listened to the caller menace about each of the host club's families. She nodded appropriately while looking on at Honey and Mori playing a game with you on your bed. She gritted her teeth before wholeheartedly agreeing with the plans proposed. Ending the call Haruhi let out a sigh as she pushed away her anger as she went to join the fray.

←Last Part | Next Part→

#male yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yanderexrea #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere #yandere ohshc #yandere ouran host club x reader #ohschc #yandere haruhi #yandere honey senpai #yandere vs yandere #yandere fanfiction #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere honey #yandere honey x reader #yandere haruhi x reader

[lexxiisstuff]

𝑻𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎𝒂

Warning: Angst. (fem reader) Atsumu is the new love interest

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You watched silently, thoughtfully and curiously as you boyfriend of six months talked to the pretty, round eyed, red head he always seemed to be around lately. She was just there somehow. Wherever he was, she was. And for some reason Kageyama never seemed to mind. He didn't like many people. You were an exception. One of the few exceptions. And you liked being an exception.

You and Tobio had known each other your whole lives. He was your best friend. Well had been anyway. The two of you had barely conversed in two weeks. You thought back to the first five months of your relationship they were almost a dream like, filled with endless laughter, soft looks, lazy mornings, quiet evenings. Somehow the setter became the favorite part of your day. He was a good boyfriend, a great boyfriend and you loved him. You've always loved him to be fair. But Kageyama always did like pretty things.

He was the best, so therefore he wanted the best and you.. You just weren't it. You weren't an All A student, you weren't as beautiful as the girls he'd dated before, you weren't athletic but those were never things that bothered you, that is until he started mentioning them "Babe you'd look so much nicer if you just did your hair correctly" "Honey if you just applied yourself more you'd get As. You're just lazy" "Did you see Aiko won best female volleyball player this year? Man what can't that girl do? "

That's where it all started. Hamada Aiko. She was gorgeous, valedictorian, Captain of the girls volleyball team and two years older than you so her and Kageyama were the same age. When you and Tobio were best friends, before you confessed, he'd always watched her, talked about her but you were too in love with him to let it bother you. But now it did. She'd left to compete professionally overseas and when she was back her and your boyfriend seemed closer than ever. You didn't mind their friendship at first but you drew the line at the longing looks they seemed to share, the small private jokes they made, the way he always seemed so excited to see her.

It was breaking your heart and you knew you were better than this. You could no longer let him bash at not only your pride but your heart. Which is why you were standing outside the gym waiting patiently to talk to your clueless boyfriend.

"Y/n!" Hinata called out as he entered the center. You watched as your boyfriends head snapped up and his eyes met yours, widening slightly, almost gulitly and you smiled softly. "Came to visit?"

You shook your head "Another time maybe. Kageyama can I talk to you?" He seemed to jerk at the sound of his full name and you saw Aiko lower her gaze, not bothering to look at you. Guess that confirmed suspicions.

"Sure Cmon" You followed him to the locker room and he sat on the bench, you sat opposite him. You needed distance. "What's wrong?"

You glanced at him. God he was pretty. All dark and brooding. Like a storm with little traces of a rainbow.

"We should break up" You were proud of yourself. Proud of you for knowing you deserved better. Proud of you for no longer allowing yourself to play the role of his naive pitiful girlfriend. He didn't say anything for a minute, his eyes fixated on his sneakers.

"Is that what you want?" He asked.

"No" You smiled sadly "But it's what's best for the both of us. I don't want to hate you Tobi. I care about you too much and I've known you for too long, and at the rate we're going baby, you're eventually going to resent me from keeping you from who we both know you actually want and I'm going to loath you for always making me feel like a second choice. So we should end it before it gets that far. "

"You know I never meant to hurt you right? . You're the last person in the world that deserves to be hurt. I'm sorry y/n. I really am. But me and Aiko-" He stood and took a step towards you but you turned away slightly.

"I know. I know you'll be happy with her. I only ever wanted your happiness" You nudged his shoulder "I have to go. I have an extra shift. I'll stop by the apartment later to fetch some of my things"

"Hey wait." He mumbled softly "You know you don't have to rush. I'm not kicking you out. Where are you going to Stay? You really don't have to move out right away. Get things sorted, find a place to stay or I will it's no big d-"

"No its your apartment. Plus I want too. I need the space Tobi. My friends been looking for a roommate and I guess this is a sign you know" You hugged him quickly and turned towards the door.

"Take care of yourself Kageyama."

"You too. You know you can call me if you need anything Okay? Anything at all. Don't hesitate" didn't want to lose your friendship.

But you didn't. You didn't call him in four months and Kageyama felt like he was slowly losing his mind. Three weeks after the two of you had broken up, he and Aiko had started dating. But it had felt wrong. On the outside they seemed perfect for each other but on the inside..

She wasn't you. And it had taken him too fucking long to notice that she never would be. She would never have the time to go to his games and wear his jacket in the stands, she hated listening to him talk about volleyball since she played the sport and already knew everything there was to know. She never ran her hands through his hair or kissed his forehead when he was feeling down and she would face her back to him every night instead of curling into him like what he was used too.

How did he manage to fuck up so badly? Oh that's right, he thought because he was a fucking asshole who was more worried about reputations than substance. God he missed you. Not only had he lost his girlfriend but he lost the most important person in his life.

"What do you want to drink babe?" Aiko asked as the two of you walked into the coffee shop. Your hands were joined but she never interlocked your fingers. She held your hand the way a people who didn't know know each other held hands. Palm to Palm.

"Coffee. Black" She nodded like it was totally understandable and he hated it. Hated the the fact that she didn't tease him about his order matching his personality or beg him to try a drink with a ridiculous name.

"Just try it!" His head turned so fast he nearly had whiplash and he felt like he was hallucinating. Maybe the sleepless nights were getting to him because There you were. Pretty as ever, with your hair down and your favorite green sweater. God were you always this radient? Then his eyes narrowed and Kageyama felt his heart physically drop at the sight of your fingers, interlocked, with someone else's.

"Y/n for the last time I'm not drinking anything that goes by the name Pinkity Drinkity" The man next to you laughed and kissed your forehead softly "You get it and I'll try it from you"

"And what happens if you like it? I'm not letting you have my drink" You snarked.

"Sweetheart If I actually do like this godawful named drink I'll order it the next time. By myself, I promise"

Kageyama watched the exchange with unease. That could have been me. He thought bitterly. Yeah if you weren't such an idiotic fucking jackass

Your eyes moved and finally found his and they widened slightly and he was surprised at the small smile that tipped at your lips.

"Kageyama" You approached him, the man at your side walking behind you like he was on guard. You brought both him and Aiko into small hugs . He always could read your eyes. It was a skill he'd mastered over the years and currently yours moved to his and Aiko hands and back to him almost as if saying 'I told you so'

"It's good to see you both! Uhm This is my boyfriend, Miya Atsumu. Baby this an old friend of mine and his girlfriend" You said cheerfully and Kageyama wanted the ground to swallow Him. Old friend? He loathed the term

"It's nice to meet you" The Miya twin said begrudgingly. Not smiling but rather staring at you waiting to see if you needed anything. God, Tobio thought, the man looked at you like he would throw himself in front of a train if you asked him too. It was what you deserved. You deserved that unconditional, irrevocable kind of love and he selfishly he wished it was him who had given it to you

"You too" Aiko said cheerfully and leaned into his side. She loved pda but never displayed affection privately, which funnily he thought resembled their relationship. Perfect around others, unbearable when the two of them were alone.

"Well we'll see you guys around. It would be great to catch up sometime" He knew you didn't mean it. You had cut him out of your life completely. He deserved it. He knew he did. But fuck. He watched as Atsumus blank gaze softened lightly when you smiled up at him and he ruffled your hair lightly.

"Bye" I miss you, he said with his eyes. Come back to me

"Bye" I'm happy now, you said back. It's too late.

And Kageyama felt his heartbreak for the second time in four months but somehow this time he didn't know if it was capable of being put back together

#hq tobio #Tobio Kageyama #angst/comfort #headcanons #Hq angst #atsumu scenarios #atsumu x reader #hq imagines #tobio headcanons #Kageyama Tobio #haikyu scenarios #imagines #atsumu headcanons #LexisHQstuff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!!

[eclectickss]

Make Me Feel Special (1/2)

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Warnings: Mommy issues/kink, sexual implications, major age gap (reader is of age)

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Word Count: 3K?

Link to Part 2

A/N: Not grammar checked at all! A blurb gone big!(still at writers block on PGATW) But requests are open! I’ve never done one before but i’m willing to try. <3

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You entered the apartment and placed your keys in the dish and jacket on it’s hook, making your way into the kitchen to place your to-go food in the fridge. Jane sat at the island on the computer you shared, and you smiled.

“Hey, I picked up sandwiches for dinner. Hope that’s cool.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Your best friend didn’t look up, but it didn’t really bother you. Well, she was your only friend, but still.

You and Jane had been sharing the apartment for years now, The two of you working a good job to afford it and making a livable income. You had been close since high-school, due to your similar social status, but beyond the two of you, nobody was too good at making friends.

From what she had told you, Jane’s mom wasn’t around much when she was growing up. Jane was a teen pregnancy, and ever since she was born, her mom made no time for her daughter. Agatha, was her name.

Agatha came from a wealthy family, though. Her parents (Jane’s grandparents) wouldn’t allow her to use the family money for her child, much less anything else. She struggled with Jane, and therefore the two of them were ever close.

Agatha’s parents died when Jane was in high-school, so her mom inherited their wealth, but their relationship was past salvageable. At least in Jane’s eyes, it was.

Jane was always telling you about how bad of a mom Agatha was and about how you were lucky that you didn’t have to deal with someone like her. Jane didn’t understand though. You would had given anything to have someone like Agatha. Even if she wasn’t around to much, it was still better than nobody at all.

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You were now setting the table for two as you pulled the sandwiches out of the fridge, also finding some strawberries to place at the table. You now were looking through the pantry for chips when you heard a knock at the door and Jane moving around to answer it.

“Mom?!” You heard at the door while you still had your head buried in the pantry. Your eyes widened at the name, never expecting to hear it in your life (in that context, at least). You thought Agatha was out of the picture. “What are you doing here?” You stayed silent as you listened from around the corner.

“Well, I think it’s long overdue that we had a talk, Jane, honey.” She sounded a little more raspy than you were expecting, but that doesn’t say much about someone who used to be an addict.

“We don’t do that, Mom. Anyways, now isn’t a good time.” You heard your friend sigh. The woman was your literal mother... you could at least give her five minutes, you thought.

“I want to start, honey. Please just let me in?”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“C’mon, kiddo.” She begged, and you felt a little bad for how Jane was acting. You know her mom wasn’t a great person, but she was still her mom.

You never got to have one of those.

“If this is just you on another one of your sobriety stunts...”

“I’m really trying this time, Jane! I know I fucked up, baby, but please.”

“Fine.” Your friend grumbled. You heard increasing footsteps and your heart raced as you were about to meet the source of Jane’s complaints and drama.

You hurried to sit at the kitchen counter before the two women caught you snooping, but your gaze snaps up just in time to see Agatha Harkness walk into the room.

Jane might have always mentioned that her mother was any and all variations of a bitch, but she failed to mention how attractive the woman was. Her messy brown hair sat on top of an old purple cardigan and worn out jeans, followed by a pair of well-used slip-on shoes. The look together was not extremely flattering, but Agatha somehow pulled it together in a way that made your stomach turn. Your eyes raked her down, but you think she caught you when you met her gaze again. She smirked softly.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had guests!” She says as her own eyes follow your figure, and you wonder if she’s just doing it to mock you or flatter you. She looks back up with a glimmer in her eye, and you decide on the latter option. Your face goes red, but you try and brush her actions off, not wanting to mistake it for anything else.

“Didn’t I say that this was a bad time?” Jane grumbled.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Harkness. My name is YN.” You smiled as you held out your hand.

“Call me Agatha, darling.” She stared into your eyes. “It’s so nice to finally meet one of Jane’s friends.” You panic under her gaze.

“We were just about to sit down for dinner, if you want to join us. We don’t have any food for you, but-“

“Oh, thank you... I was hoping I could talk to Jane in private, though.” She walked over to the table and took a seat.

“Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it to YN, too.” The two of you joined Agatha at the table.

A long moment of awkward silence passsed between the three of you before your guest finally spoke up.

“I want you in my life, Jane. For real this time.”

Nobody says anything, and dishes stop clattering.

“I know I shoulda done this earlier... hell, I shoulda done this when I got claim to my parent’s money, but I want to look after you. I never got the chance to do that when you were young... cause of all the drinking and working... but I can do that now. I’m ready.”

Jane sat with her mouth open and a half eaten sandwich forgotten on her plate.

“No, Mom, you shoulda done this from the moment I was conceived. You don’t get a second chance with me. I’m not giving you a second chance, or a third or a fourth or whatever number you wanna give yourself. You wanna know why? It’s because I already did that. And you let me down every single time.”

Agatha looked a little speechless.

“Fine, then.” She sighed. “I won’t bother you again.” But it hurt you to watch a daughter turn away her mother, when that was an opportunity that you wanted so badly. “Is it alright if I stay the night, though? It’s a long drive back to my place.”

Jane rolled her eyes, knowing that her mother was being dramatic, but didn’t want to put up with any more of her antics. “I better not see you in the morning. YN can get blankets for the couch.”

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“Hey, Jane,” You sighed as you entered her room.

“Hey, YN. I’m sorry you had to deal with the shit show that is my mother. I can’t believe she just walked in here and expected me to accept her pathetic invitation.”

“No, it’s ok. She’s not that bad with me.”

“Well she just met you. I just don’t understand why she thought showing up unannounced would magically make me want a mother again. It’s fucked up.” Jane said, but you couldn’t sit there and watch her tear down something that you wish you had.

“Yeah,” you mumbled and rushed out of her room before she could say anything else.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, then headed over to the sink for some tap water. The cool liquid rushed down your throat as you held down your tears, thankful that nobody was around.

“Hey, Honey,”

Shit. You forgot that Agatha was on the couch.

You turn around to see her meeting your gaze, although her eyes quickly found the way to the rest of your body.

“You doing alright, babygirl?” The nickname made you heat up. She spoke with concern and care; something that Jane chose to ignore, which made you feel bad for Agatha. You wish that Jane wouldn’t take for granted what her mother was trying to offer her.

“Uh... yeah... I guess.” You sigh, hopping up to sit on the counter as you watch the other woman fill her own glass at the sink. “Jane is just... being a little hard right now.” You chose your words carefully, not wanting to lose the trust of your friend but also wanting to gain the trust of another.

“What do you mean?” You realize the situation you have put yourself in.

“It’s just... I didn’t have a mom at all growing up. Or a dad. I had my shitty uncle... until he tossed me into the foster system. I had it real rough... and it still kinda is... but Jane has been helping. That’s why we’re friends at least. She might view me as a charity project, but i’m desperate, I guess.”

“What does all of this have to do with Jane being hard, hon?” She leaned onto the counter across from you.

“She didn’t really have a mom, either... growing up. No offense.”

Agatha shrugged. “I know.”

“But now that she’s given an opportunity to have one, she turns it down... and it makes me jealous. Mad. Angry.” You pause. “I know I’ll never get the chance at a mom, but she has one. And fuck, I would give so much to have that.”

“To have someone like me? A recovering drunk who treated their teen pregnancy like a joke?”Agatha sighed into her hands, but her words meant so much more to you than she may ever know.

“Yeah. To have someone like you. Someone who cares.” At that, she looked up with a new light in her eyes, but you don’t meet her gaze. You don’t want her to see the blush or desire written on your face, so instead, you pull a cigarette out from your jacket pocket.

She watches you as you hop down from the counter to get the lighter out of the junk drawer, paying attention to the way your body moves. You notice how her eyes follow you, but you don’t call her out on it, knowing you would do the same if the roles were reversed.

“You want a hit?” You lift your eyebrow as you raise the smoke to meet her gaze. A glint of humor is caught on her face, and you smirk.

“Sure... why not.” She says as you join her in leaning up against the counter. You bring the cigarette up to your mouth and click the lighter.

“So,” Agatha starts again, both of you a few puffs in. “How did you end up here with Jane?”

“Uhh... we met senior year of high-school. I was fucked up. Shit grades. Wasn’t going to graduate. Drug money to pay off... no job. Jane used your money to pay off my debt. She found me a job. Tutored me. Like I said, I felt like a charity project. But at least I graduated. We both work now and pay for this place together. Maybe it’s not great but we’re both better off than we were a few years ago.”

“Why didn’t she accept anything I tried to give her? Did she tell you?” Agatha was prying, but you didn’t mind.

“You mean after high-school? She didn’t want any help from you. In her words exactly... ‘She wasn’t there for me for the first 18 years of my life, so why should she help out now...’”

“And what do you think about that?”

“I didn’t grow up poor, Agatha. I grew up with nothing. I would have taken any of your offers in a heartbeat, no matter how guilty they made me feel.”

“Good girl.” She nearly whispers, and you turned to face her, but you couldn’t make anything out of the expression written on her face. Your own skin was hot and something was burning in your core, and you didn’t know what to think.

“I’m sorry... what did you just say?” You watched as she put the cigarette out, now giving you her undivided attention.

“So tell me, honey, do you have a boyfriend? I’m assuming a pretty thing like you would have one. Tell me about him.” Part of you wondered where this conversation was going, but the other part assumed that she already knew which direction you leaned in.

“Uhh... not my type.” You stared at her with curiosity.

“So you got a girlfriend, then?” Her new confidence shocked you a little bit.

“Uhh... no.” You tilted your head, and she seemed to pick up on your confusion.

“Good girl.” Your mouth was dry. “You see, mommy doesn’t want you having a girlfriend... no, she wants you all to herself.”

Your eyes widen in shock, but your core aches and cheeks burn. You stare at the woman next to you as a hand slides onto your thigh.

“Oh come on, darling. You said you wanted a mommy, baby. I wanna take care of you. I see the way you look at me. Don’t deny you want me too.” She spins around and pins you to the counter, and you audibly gulp.

“But- Jane.” You whine, already being driven crazy by the proximity of Agatha’s body.

“Jane is kicking me out, baby girl. And you can come live with me. Mommy has a pretty house, honey. I can feed you, clothe you... make you feel good. I can make you feel special.” And God, your soul was ready to leave your body. You wanted this. You could hardly think as her soft lips grazed over the skin on your neck, and a soft moan escaped your throat. Her tongue and teeth pulled at the skin just below your ear, trying to pull a response out of you.

“Mom!” The both of you jumped at the third voice in the room. The two of you turn to Jane in shock. “What the FUCK are you doing!” She rushed over to the two of you, pulling Agatha off of your body. “You can’t just come into my life and try to fuck my friends after someone rejects you!” She pushes her mom back and turns to you.

“Oh my god, YN, are you ok? I cannot believe that she tried to touch you. God, that makes me sick.” She hugged you, but you still couldn’t say anything.

“Jane, honey, you don’t know-“

“Shut up! I can’t even look at you! Get out of my house, mom. I never want to see you again.” Jane’s face turned red with anger.

“Honey-“ Agatha met eyes with you, but you didn’t know what to do.

“Leave! Now.” She seethed and stomped back to the bedroom, expecting Agatha to be gone when she got back.

The woman in front of you moved silently while you still processed what just happened. When she returned with her belongings, she gave you a note, but headed out without saying a word.

After a few minutes, you finally looked at the piece of paper in hand.

If you ever make up your mind...

1286 Lincoln St NW

[phone]

-Agatha

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“YN, are you sure you’re alright? I really never would have expected my mom to touch you or even make you feel uncomfortable. I’m so sorry.” Jane sighed as she sat on the bed.

“I’m fine, J. You don’t have to apologize on her behalf.” You replied, sitting on the chair opposite her.

“I mean what even happened. Why did she do that?”

“Umm... I don’t know. We were just talking and then she started that.”

“What we’re you talking about?”

“Oh, I was just explaining how we met.” You tentatively answered.

“YN you didn’t have to tell her that. I know it’s personal for you, I can’t believe she forced you to talk about it.

“I uhh- actually didn’t mind. I wasn’t forced.”

“Then why would you trust her with something like that? You know how she is.”

“Because...” You thought about your next words carefully. “She cares.” Jane scoffs.

“That must be a different woman we’re talking about, YN. My mom is a selfish bitch who only cares for herself.”

That tipped the iceberg for you.

“You know, Jane? I understand that you and her might never be besties like she wants you to be, but that doesn’t mean you get to fuck her over now that she’s trying.” Your friend looks up at you in shock.

“Well she fucked me over my entire life, so I don’t see why I can’t do the same.”

“Because! Jane! She’s changed! It’s only right that you give her one more shot in your life!”

She took a pause.

“I’m sorry, YN, are you defending my MOM? After everything she’s done to me, and everything i’ve done for you?!”

“Yes. It is sick watching you throw something away that I can only dream of.” You spat angrily.

“Geez, YN. Just- get out of my fucking house. Keep your rent money for the month. Pack your shit and get the hell out of here.” She nearly ran out of the room.

But you weren’t surprised. In fact, you expected this the moment you chose your side.

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The knocks resonate through the large door attached to the even larger house. Agatha has money.

You thought Jane was over exaggerating a little bit, but now you understood that she wasn’t. You sighed as your cab sped away, and now all you could do was wait.

Agatha opened the door, slightly shocked to see you, but nevertheless happy.

“Hey baby, what is it?”

You took a deep breath, taking in the sight of the woman who stood in front of you.

“I want you to make me feel special, mommy.”

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link to part 2

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha all along

[telfordelle]

Naughty

Characters: Filip "Chibs" Telford x Y/N

A/N: I just had to get this out of my system, I guess. Also, here's a recipe for the Purple Nurple

Words: ~ 2.2k

Warning: Smut

You were in the Clubhouse, sitting in front of the bar. Nobody in the club knew that you two had something going on. You weren't sure why Chibs hadn't introduced you yet, but you were fed up with hearing his excuses over and over again. Therefore, you figured that it was time to provoke your man a little bit. You knew that the club was having a party this evening, so you decided to dress up and surprise your favourite Scot. Your black lacy lingerie was brand new, and he hadn't seen it yet. He was in for a surprise when he'd undress you this evening.

"Another beer, honey?" Gemma asked you. You nodded and thanked her after she had slid the beer over the counter to you. Gemma came around the bar and sat on the stool beside you.

"Is everything okay?" she wanted to know. You chuckled - Gemma had always been good at sensing your mood.

You had known Gemma since you were young. Her son Thomas had been your best friend in kindergarten and first grade. It had broken your heart when your best friend's health was getting worse and worse, and after his death, you had been devastated. From that time on, Gemma had taken you under her wing.

"Nah, it's nothing. Work's just a bit stressful at the moment," you lied, hoping that she wouldn't notice it. But of course, she would. After all, it was Gemma you were talking to.

"Honey, I know that this is not your 'my work sucks' face but your 'men problems' face."

You sighed. Why was she so good at reading you?

"You're right," you admitted.

"So, what kind of man is troubling you?" she asked.

"The kind who doesn't seem to be sure if he wants a serious relationship or not."

"What makes you think so?" she asked, "Did he say that directly?"

"We've been together for a while now, and I know that he’s the type to be in a serious relationship, but he doesn’t want to make it official and introduce me to his friends,“ you complained.

"Well, did you introduce him to yours?" She raised an eyebrow as if to prove her point.

"Gemma, that's not the point. I mean, he made it pretty clear that he isn't interested in that. So he probably also isn't that interested in me," you replied sulkily.

"Honey, maybe he just needs some time. Also, men can be pretty dense sometimes. You two should probably just talk it out, trust me. I've been with the most stubborn and dense men you can find in Charming," she said, laughing heartily. Hearing her laugh, you couldn’t help it and joined in.

"Well, I hope everything will work out in your favour. I'll see you later!"

You nodded and smiled at her. Talking to Gemma always lifted your mood.

You grabbed your beer, took a big sip, and looked around the Clubhouse. You were familiar with most of the club members, but as always, there were also some people you didn't recognize - especially the Crow Eaters. Sometimes you wondered if Chibs still hung around with some of them. Whenever you tried talking to him about making it official, he was blocking you. He said that he had his reasons, and at first, you believed him, but as the situation didn't improve, you got increasingly frustrated. And speaking of the devil, or rather, thinking of the devil, there he was.

You gulped, why was he so sexy? You took another sip of your beer, debating whether you should just go to him or leave the decision up to him. Mentally, you slapped yourself to stop staring at the Scot. To your displeasure, you found that others were also interested in your man. Fucking Crow Eaters. One of those bitches was clinging to the Scot, ogling him. You clenched your fists as soon as she started to caress his shoulder in a flirty way. Forcing yourself to look away, you exed your beer, giving the guy at the bar a sign that you wanted another one. Or even better, something stronger. You ordered a Purple Nurple, hoping that this one would numb your thoughts - and feelings.

Still, you couldn't help it and had to sneak a peek. And what you saw made you hold your breath. That bitch from before had her hand in your man's back pocket, and it seemed as if she was biting his earlobe. Instead of pushing her away, he was - grinning?

You saw red. Alright, two could play this game. It was time to take some action. You knew that Tig was always up for some fun, no feelings attached, so you made your way over to him.

"Hey, Tigger," you greeted him. You used the nickname because you knew that it would make Chibs furious - albeit knowing that he couldn't even hear you at this moment.

"Y/N, what's up?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Wanna dance?" you asked.

"Sure, babe," Tig replied, smirking. He took your hand and led you to the centre of the room.

You circled each other, gazes remaining locked. You knew that the other Sons were watching you, so you were fairly certain that Chibs' eyes would also be on you. Tig wiggled his eyebrows as you danced towards him, lewdly swaying your hips. You gently rested your hands on his chest. Slowly, your hands slid down his body as... you could hear someone clear their throat.

"Am I interruptin' somethin'?" that someone asked with a thick Scottish accent. You turned around and were greeted by an angry-looking face. Chibs nodded at Tig, who got the hint and excused himself.

"What's your problem?" you asked, knowing that the question would get him even more agitated. His eyes turned dark.

"You're mine," he growled.

"Well, last time I checked, you weren't willing to tell anyone about us," you snapped.

"Then it's time to change that," he replied, scowling.

"Oh, all of a sudden?" you retorted. You knew that you got what you wanted, but it still made you angry that you had to play the jealousy card.

"Lass, ye'r comin' wi' me," he said huskily. Chibs grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you with him towards the door. While being dragged away, you caught a glimpse of Gemma, who was smirking. Of course, she would connect the dots immediately.

Instead of going to his bike, he went for one of the trucks.

"Get in," he growled, holding one of the doors open.

"Why should I?" you replied, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"I'm not discussin' this wi' ye," he answered. You knew that both of you had done their wrongs, so you got in without another word.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You just hoped that you would get to your flat soon. Your eyes kept wandering to him. Did you finally fuck up? Was this the point of no return? All you wanted was for him to finally acknowledge you in front of the others. You sighed. You sighed. Finally, you arrived at your flat. He went straight for the door. Reluctantly, you got out of the truck. Had you pissed him off so much that he would end your relationship? Hands trembling, you opened the main entrance and went up the stairs. You could hear him follow you. Luckily, your apartment was on the second floor.

"I'm so angry wi' ye right now, I cannae put it into words," he snapped.
 "Tch, what are you angry for?" you huffed. 
He growled. "Ye'r MINE, lass." His eyes had a dangerous glint to them. If you hadn't been so angry, maybe you would have been turned on by now. Scratch that, you definitely were turned on. But you still had to stand your ground.
 "Yours, huh? Certainly didn't seem like it when that fucking Crow Eater was feeling you up. You don't even have the balls to tell the others about me! Maybe I'm just tired of waiting, Tig didn't seem to have a problem being seen with me in public." You looked at him challengingly.

And Chibs snapped. He saw red, thinking back about you dancing with Tig, touching him. He pinned you against the door and kissed you hard, wandering from your mouth to your neck. You moaned into his ear, which only turned him on even more. You could feel how hard he was, and you began stroking him through his pants.

"Bed," he growled while picking you up. But instead of just throwing you onto the bed, he sat on its edge and bent you over his knees.

"You've been bad, lassie," he murmured while grabbing your ass.

"Guess I have to punish ye," he drawled, accent getting thicker the more turned on he got.

"Lift yer ass," he said, tone demanding. You did what he said, and he immediately pulled down your shorts, taking in a sharp breath as he saw your new lingerie. It seemed as if your surprise was working. Frantically, he also took off your shirt.

"Ye look good. But don't think you'll get off your punishment just because of that," he hummed, rubbing you through your pants. You hissed - you were already wet. He began rummaging through the bedside cabinet where you stored your toys. He chuckled, which probably meant that he had found what he had been looking for. He blindfolded you and you could hear him opening a bottle. You shivered in anticipation. He pushed your panties aside and let two fingers glide between your buttcheeks, making them slick with lube. You gasped as he entered your hole.

"Relax," he murmured into your ear. You concentrated on his voice.

"Maybe this will help you," he said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he shoved something into your mouth. "Suck on it," he commanded. You recognized the shape as one of your buttplugs. You squirmed under his touch, excited for what was about to happen. Maybe you should be naughty more often if that meant that he would punish you this way.

He removed his fingers, only to replace them with the buttplug shortly after. You drew in a sharp breath.
"Ye like that, dinnae ye?" His thick voice made you even wetter, which he immediately noticed.

Still bent over his knees, he spanked you a couple of times. Each time his hand connected with your ass, a wave of pleasure surged through you. Blindfolded, every sensation felt more intense. You bit back a moan.

Sternly, Chibs told you to get on all fours and lift your arse. You could hear from the sound of his voice that he was annoyed with you. He was displeased with your behavior at the clubhouse. Now he had to make you behave again.

You heard him opening his jeans and sliding them down his hips. They fell to the floor with a thud. You were so wet, he would be able to slide into you at once. You bit your lip, and your hips rolled involuntarily at the thought of this. You needed some friction, right now. You needed HIM. You gasped as he opened your lips with the head of his hard cock, teasing you because he didn't immediately put it inside you. It felt like an eternity. Chibs ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds, making you long for more.

"Filip," you whimpered, begging him to finally fuck you.

"Don't come. I'm going tae fuck ye just a little 'n' slowly. Don't ye dare come before ah say so."

He thrust into you, at last giving you what you so desperately needed. Spreading your buttcheeks, he stroke over the buttplug with his thumb, making you moan out loud. Chibs leaned over you, bringing his hot mouth toward your ear.
 "Who's the only one allowed to touch ye?"


"Y-you," you barely managed to get out.

"What was that? Say it louder," he demanded. Why was his voice so sexy?

"You!" you cried out with pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmured into your ear before grabbing your hips and beginning to fuck you harder and faster. You were almost there, but he hasn't allowed you to come. You spread your legs wider, rotating your hips and meeting his movements. Your breath became short.

"Do ye want to come?" Not being able to form any coherent sentence, you just nodded.

Instead of answering, he took off the blindfold, flipped you over, and kissed you hard. His thrusts became more erratic. He brushed your hair out of your face and leaned his forehead against yours.

Your orgasm hit you like an earthquake, bucking your hips you enclosed Chibs with your legs, wanting to feel him even deeper inside you, be even more connected with him. He groaned and you could feel his cock twitching as he came, shuddering. He kissed you deeply, almost tenderly, conveying all his feelings for you.

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Both of you were still shaking, as you snuggled up to him.

"When are we going to tell the others?" you wanted to know.

"Lass, I don't think there's a need to do that anymore - they already know now," he laughed.

You punched his shoulder, glaring at him.

"Alright, alright, I got the message. Tomorrow, okay?"

Well, you could live with that. Smiling, you cuddled up against him, never wanting to let go again, ever.

#sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy #filip chibs telford x reader #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford fanfic #chibs smut #chibs telford

[nopelleen]

Perish, Pretty Please (5/5)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Rick Flag was known to be a pretty good leader, it was the reason why he had been chosen to lead a squad of infamously reckless and idiotic criminals, however it was a lot harder to maintain his authority when one member of the team despised his guts for seemingly no reason.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Rick Flag x Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5.7k

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: it took me so long, but it’s finally there -- the last part! I started this fanfiction knowing I had a tendency not to finish them and I’m honestly so proud right now, I hope you’ll enjoy this last part as much as I enjoyed writing all of this! (also please let’s all have a moment of silence to remember the moment my hopeful, foolish ass actually posted the first part with “1/2″ in the title)

“Nope, there’s something we gotta take care of first."

You watched with blatant bafflement as the three men nonchalantly walked away from the blazing truck that had been transporting them merely minutes ago. There was almost a bit of disappointment in your heart as you watched the plan you and Cleo had so meticulously orchestrated on your way here vanish into thin air. It was a shame – your rescue plan involved a lot more wow factor. Had you known the outcome of this small drawback, you wouldn’t have put so much effort into it; but how could you have guessed the three of them would find a way out of a van guarded by multiples soldiers all the while handcuffed and therefore supposedly incapacitated? That was absurd.

“Don’t look so surprised, it’s insulting.”

You shot Flag a tight lipped, mocking smile as a response to his friendly jab, clearly recognizing the words you had used against him in the afternoon. Your sardonic grimace poorly mirrored the playful smirk the colonel adorned as he walked towards the van, and you were surprised to feel your heart swell a bit when you noticed his smile spread into a genuine one as he walked past you, slightly shaking his head in amusement.

Without even questioning how they had gotten themselves out of that prickly situation, you whirled around and followed suit as Rick climbed back into the van, telling Milton the small change of plan. That one enthusiastically nodded before happily informing the squad that you’d reach the city by dawn, making you realize you had spent a good chunk of the night at that bar and yet did not feel that tired yet – which might just have been from the adrenaline released into your system at the sight of your three teammates walking out of a blazing vehicle.

“You sleep, I watch Thinker,” Nanaue suggested as he heavily lumbered towards the back of the van, where the hostage was surprisingly staying very still, wise enough not to attempt anything while sharing the same space as King Shark.

Your steps faltered as you entered the van, your gaze hesitatingly flickering towards the seats in the back which appeared way too crowded for your liking. You usually would’ve simply gone back to your seat at the front, but Rick was now occupying the one near the window, probably as a way to stay close to the driver.

With a reluctant sigh, you were about to follow King Shark towards the back when Rick casted a pointed look towards you before patting the seat beside him in case you did not understand.

Relief washed over you and you didn’t even need to give it a second thought before flopping onto the space beside him, glad not to have to settle for a spot anywhere near Peacemaker. Your muscles were stiff as you quite literally bounced onto the cushion, and as soon as your back did as much as graze the backrest, the entire day of walk, hours of dancing and minutes of worrying about Flag’s well-being caught up with you with a dizzying speed.

If earlier that day you had been able to fight off sleep vigorously, you now found yourself melting into the cushion of your seat as soon as you flopped onto it. At first, you remained steadfast, refusing to yield to your basic human needs as you forced yourself to sit up straight, but then there was a strong gravitational pull making you sway a bit on your seat as your head started lolling forward, and then another pull – Rick’s hand, this time – gently steering you back into your seat. Incapable of fending off the drowsiness any longer, you surrendered and finally allowed yourself to loosen up, feeling your head snugly land upon Rick’s shoulder as you drifted off into a soundless sleep.

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“Outburst, hey!”

“She’s sleeping.”

From his seat at the very back of the van, Peacemaker frowned as he craned his neck in an attempt to peer at your figure still slumped over Rick’s shoulder. “Well, wake her up,” he groused, tinges of annoyance seeping from his usually polished tone. “She’s… spewing her emotions all over the place. It’s reeking of sadness in there.”

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“It’s reeking in there; crack a window open, will you?”

Your finger harshly jabbed the switch, your gaze remained firmly fixed on the buildings passing by in a blur as the window lowered just a bit in an abrupt, choppy motion. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of your mother shooting you a brief, curious look. You hadn’t uttered a word ever since you two had left the family reunion. You knew it hadn’t been a good idea to agree to come.

The car then lapsed into another uncomfortable silence. You were both acutely aware of the thick, sweltering acrimony flooding off of you and yet still refused to address it, instead letting you bask in it with your mouth clamped shut, letting it gnaw your insides until your lungs felt charred, incapable of drawing oxygen any longer.

Why had you agreed to this? You were an adult; you didn’t need to expose yourself to this anymore.

You bit the inside of your cheek and tried to breathe in deeply, only for your chest to constrict, becoming painfully hollow. Tears started brimming at the edges of your vision and you finally allowed your lips to part, letting a bated breath stumble out of them with urgency.

“I heard you earlier.”

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“I’m not waking her up,” Rick scowled in one curt sentence, already feeling a bit on edge and therefore not wanting to dwell on the matter.

Peacemaker’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper at Rick’s unwavering tone. He usually dealt easily with negotiation and compromises, he worked well under authority and was a suitable soldier because of it, but at the moment, he couldn’t find it in himself to be patient – maybe because of how thick with tension the atmosphere had become because of you.

“We can feel her,” he insisted again, spitting the words out in an irritated hiss.

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“Honey, I can feel you, tone it down,” your mother complained as she kept her eyes on the road. Either your words went completely over her head, or she refused to acknowledge them, knowing that with the amount of resentment she could feel rolling off of you in waves, there was no way a discussion could lead to a good outcome at the moment. She was already having a hard time not letting the irritation get to her in spite of the smoldering atmosphere.

“I heard you talking to aunt Matty,” you reiterated. “You said it was my fault.”

“What was?”

“Dad leaving.”

The uttered words dropped like thunder in the car, leaving the air charged with electricity.

“I didn’t say that,” she rebutted with a bit of an acerbic tone. The tension was starting to get to her, slowly but steadily eating away at her mind in spite of her resolve. She could feel the resentment seeping into her like a foreign body infiltrating her immune system, but paradoxically, the angrier she got, the less willing she was to fight it off. “Don’t twist my words, you know I hate when you do that.”

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“I didn’t say she wasn’t allowed to sleep,” Peacemaker clarified, starting to sound a bit agitated as the tensed atmosphere got more and more on his nerves. “I’m simply saying she shouldn’t until we are.”

“She’s not hurting anyone.”

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“You said I was hurting him.”

“I said he was often on the wrong end of your temper. Listen, it’s—”

“Back off!”

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“Back off,” Rick sternly admonished him as soon as Peacemaker made a step towards the front of the bus, protectively wrapping an arm around your sleeping form. “She needs to rest. She got shot acting as a distraction so your team could make a smooth entrance, remember?” he reminded the man scornfully.

Peacemaker’s face remained calm in spite of the irritation coloring his eyes. His gaze briefly flickered from you to Flag, hesitating.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

◦◦◦

“You know how you made him feel,” your mother uttered, efficiently putting an end to the exchange.

You remembered the times during which you were moody, when you came back home after having spent the entire day feeling everyone’s emotions around you, when your father did as much as try to talk to you about it, thus instantly setting you off. He was always the spark that ignited you. Whether he was inquiring about your day, or commenting on your behavior, or even just standing a bit too close to you… He’d end up angry, hurt, aggressive – whatever you were feeling at the moment, he’d always end up feeling it too.

Your mother was just wise enough to stay away.

But you also remembered the shouts in the kitchen, the jabs, the constant bickering between them. You remembered listening to it from the stairs and then being blamed for their bad tempers. You’d be blamed for the anger, the aggressiveness, the slaps that so often echoed through the house.

She was wise enough to stay away, and yet be close enough when she’d need an excuse.

“It wasn’t just me,” you whispered through gritted teeth.

“I never said it was.”

“It was you,” you spat out as you whipped your head towards her. “You made him miserable.”

Your eyes were completely focused on her face, her pursed lips and closed-off features, and never once did you notice the way her foot slowly started pressing further onto the accelerator.

◦◦◦

You woke up with a start and instantly casted a frantic gaze around you, expecting the usual blaring horns and shouts that followed this exchange. You were surprised to find yourself in a safe environment, all wrapped up in an unexpected warm, comforting atmosphere. Usually, the second you woke up, your instincts picked up on the foul aura of anguish you had unconsciously secreted into the air, and yet, here, you could feel nothing but utter peacefulness.

One of your eyebrows formed an elegant arch as you lowered your gaze to glimpse at the warm weight wrapped around you, only for your eyes to land on a familiar calloused hand hanging from your shoulder and almost grazing your cheek. You felt a faint smile tenderly pulling at the corners of your lips before even turning your head to confirm the identity of the owner of the arm wrapped around your shoulders, and when you turned your head to direct your gaze towards Flag’s sleeping face, you simply found yourself incapable to fight it off anymore.

Then, with a fond smile pulling at the corners of your lips, you snugly nestled you head back into his side and shut your eyes, this time knowing for a fact that you wouldn’t risk infuse the atmosphere with anything else than a blissful quietude.

◦◦◦

It was chaos. Utter chaos.

Your car was long abandoned a few feet away from you, fuming after having hit another vehicle in the middle of an intersection. The driver who had started fighting with you was now in a fully blown-out fist fight with another man who had merely tried to step in for you, and the more people got out of their cars to understand what was going on, the more people got trapped under your influence and started fighting, some going as far as purposefully ramming their vehicle into another’s.

Your voice was hoarse from shouting at the driver who had first attacked you and you were now trembling with anger as you watched an entire riot unfold before your very eyes, unconsciously fueling it with intense waves of rage that'd hit any innocent that'd happen to walk a bit to close to the scene.

Someone gripped your shoulder and you tried to jerk away from the touch, whirling your head towards the person with your teeth bared, ready to attack whoever was trying to get your attention.

“Honey, focus on me, alright? Focus on me.”

The voice was rough, the tone frenzied, and yet when the hands grasped your shoulders, it was with an unexpected gentleness. The fingers were quivering with restraint, barely managing not to dig into your skin in an attempt to snap you out of it.

This staggering tenderness startled you so much that it managed to take you out of your trance for a fleeting moment, allowing reason to take over as you fought back the instinctive urge to shove the hands away. With frantic, brimming eyes, you diverted your gaze towards your mother, desperate for a comforting point of focus to latch onto like a lifeline.

A sob threatened to crawl up your throat as soon as you met her eyes. There, in the midst of all the hardly concealed anger – a glint of affection, a vacillating spike of tenderness battling to emerge from under all that vibrating rage your mind was forcefully pushing into her. With a choked-up breath of relief, you instinctively stepped forward, latching onto that abiding twinkle of kindness in spite of all that surrounding violence like a lifeline.

Then, when there was an anticipated screeching of tires coming from your side, a glimpse of grey metal flashing out of the corner of your eye, and an oh-so-familiar harrowing feeling of dread seizing your insides, you kept your eyes unwaveringly locked into your mother’s, resolutely shutting out everything else around you. You bored your gaze into hers and let your mind soak in her warmth.

The car never came, the shouts quietened down, your surroundings slowed down until coming to a complete halt, time stalled and your dream mercifully stepped away from your memories to spare you.

You stood there for ages lost into your mother’s loving gaze, until – having strayed too far from reality – your subconscious lost all senses of what was and wasn’t at the time and let the scene morph into whatever your mind desired. Then, when the voice spoke up again, it wasn’t your mother standing before you anymore,  but a person you now trusted more than you ever thought you would.

“Don’t be scared of me.”

 -----

“We need to help these people.”

The words went completely over your head as you despairingly gaped at the glass in front of you, feeling cold to your bones.

You had gotten a bad feeling as soon as the elevator doors had cracked open.

There hadn’t even been time to make a step forward before you had gotten hit by the foul, repugnant thickness sullying the air with a strength that almost had you rearing your head back a bit. For a dizzying second, the vile and nauseating reek had left you standing there, blearily blinking as your senses had desperately struggled to accommodate to the repellent atmosphere. Yet, in spite of the tears brimming at the corners of your eyes just from the sheer despondency emanating from the place, you had been far from imagining the atrocity, the barbarism of the experiments that were taking place down here.

Despite your reluctance, you had been forced to follow the others as they had stalked out of the elevator, engaging into the dark and humid place with feeble, hesitant steps. As you had all crossed the small entrance leading to the laboratory, you had needed to fight your instincts that they had urgently pleaded you to simply whirl around and run back into the elevator.

Every breath you had taken weighed heavily on your tongue, the pungency sticking to the walls of your throat and poisoning your lungs. Every other second you had spent down there had simply felt like another year taken off your life, the wretched atmosphere slowly eating away at your brain like acid.

In spite of all of that, it had taken some time for the horror to truly dawn on you.

The despair had crept into your heart with every step you had made into the cellar, and then, when you had gotten to the center of it, you had felt for the very first time of your life an intense claustrophobia swarming your heart. Surrounded by a sea of decaying bodies all bound together by the same searing, devastating agony, the hostile basement had quickly gone from a gruesome laboratory to a deadly trap slowly closing in on you.

With nothing but wandering bodies all around you, you felt at the bottom of a pit of wretchedness, your head swelling with an intense, overwhelming pain. It was as though you were entrapped in the center of a microwave which was channeling thousands of screams directly towards your brain instead of radiations, however one of them was significantly stronger than the others and seemed to come from the wide glass wall right in front of you.

“Impossible, dear. They’re corpses below those stars.”

In spite of the searing agony flaring through your chest, your heartbeat seemed to slow down and settle onto a numbing, soporific pace as you unconsciously started stepping towards the wide glass, as though bewitched by the heart-wrenching wail you felt coming from whatever was hiding in that liquid.

With trembling, tentative fingers, you lifted your hand and slowly pressed your palm against the freezing glass, yearning to soothe the poor sufferer from their wrenching agony. The pain only seemed to intensify at the touch, the feeling of desolation gripping your insides as your ears started ringing, completely isolating you from the others. There was nothing else in that room but you and a desolated martyr screaming with thousand of voices right into your mind.

You watched with mournful, brimming eyes as the dark figure behind the glass started stirring until a single, colossal eye revealed itself in front of you, appearing emotionless to any common spectator and yet emitting an amount of woe that would’ve had you on your knees had you not gotten so used to sensing people’s emotions.

“Outburst?”

Rick’s voice rose up right behind you but still didn’t startle you, your eyes riveted onto the creature before you with rapt focus.

“It’s in pain,” you croaked out, the faint words scraping your dry throat like some sandpaper grating your vocal cords. “It’s in so much pain.” You shifted your fingers a bit, as if trying to press your hand closer to the glass, get closer to that strange creature, completely blind to the danger it represented. The tentacles, bumps and single eye did not matter – all you could see was the utter suffering it was in.

“Well,” the Thinker unabashedly butted in, “if I’m not mistaken regarding the purpose of your self-righteous egomaniacal mission – not for much longer.”

His words dawned on you with a dry clarity and had you shifting away from the glass in one brisk motion to whirl your head towards Rick. “We can’t kill it,” you asserted with an adamant, steadfast tone that did not match the slight waver in your voice.

“We have orders.”

Rick’s steadfast voice was way more convincing than yours, and what would’ve usually been a mere reminder of his status as colonel felt like a frustrating hindrance that only heightened the desperation swarming your heart and made you let go of the glass to tighten your fists as you turned around to fully face him.

“No, we can’t, we have to help it, it’s—”

“It’s dangerous,” Rick cut you off, his distrust-colored eyes briefly flickering towards the glass wall.

“It’s suffering!”

Your distressed screech echoed through the cellar, your plea painfully reverberating on the walls and splattering the frantic desperation dripping from your tone all around the basement.

For a fleeting moment, Flag remained speechless, as if hit with full force by the intensity of your despair. During that fleeting moment, you caught a glimpse of the hesitation flashing in his eyes, the way he seemed to ponder over the situation for even just a second, wondering what to do and which way to choose. Then, his gaze flickered to the side, briefly meeting Peacemaker’s, and you were able to pinpoint the exact moment he put his guards up again, welding back on his old mask of professionalism to tightly shut out any emotion you could try to induce in him.

There was a subtle shift in his expression, so subtle you might not even have noticed had you not been so desperately seeking any trace of support on his features. Instead of showing the understanding you were so badly hoping for, the traits of his face hardened, the glint in his eyes dimmed, and then you weren’t standing before Rick anymore, you were facing the colonel, towering over you with his back straight and his orders engraved in his mind.

You were acutely aware of the fact that the mission outweighed you; you had just hoped Rick would hold enough respect towards you to give your words the slightest bit of consideration. Apparently, this respect only allowed you one minute of his time before he completely shut you out.

With a sharp, regretful sigh, he took a step towards you and grabbed your arm with a gentle reluctance that contrasted with the harshness of his tone as he said that you needed to go with the other team.

You tried to protest but his strides were long and hasty, and before you even knew it, he was punching the first-floor button of the elevator as you stood inside of it, stunned.

Just as the doors started closing before you, you feebly parted your lips to utter one last plead; your pained, wavering voice coming out laced with betrayal. “You said I could trust you.”

When he had seemed ready to turn away as soon as the doors started closing between you, Rick’s attention seemed to be piqued by your words as he shifted his gaze back onto you, lingering in front of the elevator for just a second more.

The distress coloring your eyes melted into a sullen resignation as soon as your gaze bored into his, your chest constricting with dejection. There, under the thick coat of seriousness, in the midst of all the restrained belligerence this place inspired him, no glint of affection was to be found, no spike of tenderness desperately trying to emerge from the vibrating anger – nothing but cold, glaring callousness.

Not Rick.

Colonel.

-----

“Where’s Flag?”

Bloodsport turned his gaze towards you, and you instantly recognized the apologetic look in his eyes.

As he grimly shook his head, you finally experienced it firsthand – the agony of a thousand people.

-----

“Apparently Waller sent something to his hospital room. People are joking and saying she sent flowers, but if you want my opinion the old hag probably sent him a reminder that his contract doesn’t cover paid sick leaves.”

The voice, just like the steps accompanying it, echoed through the corridor and kept getting closer to your cell, undoubtedly coming from yet another guard who’d attempt to get a word or a reaction out of you – anything that’d stop them from having to book in an appointment with the jail therapist.

You had seen many of them pass by while you had spent days in a temporary cell during your recovery but hadn’t thought they’d keep on sending them after having transferred back in your old cell this morning.

The landscape change didn’t make any difference for you, as you simply kept on staring at the wall for hours on end with the most irksome gloomy look clouding your features.

You couldn’t think about anything else than Rick.

You didn’t think you had even truly processed it yet. It had happened too fast.

Within the span of a few days, the colonel had somehow gained your trust, slowly leading you to warm up to him by showing you an affection you hadn’t experienced in years. It felt like he had turned your world upside down, made everything brighter with the prospect of saving lives alongside a superior who truly valued you, and then you had made the mistake of letting him out of your sight, forced to walk away from that dreadful laboratory for just a few minutes, and he had died there, the one person on this earth who you could genuinely trust now buried under the rumbles in that bottomless pit of agony.

You had mulled over it what felt like a thousand times already and you just could not figure out how to simply go on with your life. Not when your one chance at a brighter future had been squandered so violently as soon as you had turned your back to it.

Somehow, it felt like your fault.

You had been careless, unfocused. You had forcefully dragged Rick’s attention away from the mission at hand only because you were too weak to handle the downsides of your ability, your eyes pathetically overflowing with tears of empathy as the rest of your team simply tried to achieve the mission. You had distracted Rick as that one had been forced to take you to the elevator like a child, had unconsciously helped Peacemaker steal a secret file and forced Cleo to try and stop him on her own before Flag could come to her aid.

The file had been retrieved, but only after Bloodsport had stopped Peacemaker from coldly eliminating Cleo. Only after Rick’s body had already been left laying soundly in the laboratory.

They had fought with all their might for that file, for those values you had accused Flag of lacking merely days ago, and you hadn’t even been there.

It had been crushing to find out that the trust you held towards him had been misplaced, but it was nothing in comparison to discovering he shouldn’t have trusted you either.

You forcefully swallowed back the lump in your throat when you heard the steps finally come to a halt right by your cell and had a hard time concealing the startled look on your face when a very familiar voice rose up.

“Well well well, from what I’ve heard little princess doesn’t want to eat anymore?”

The hair on the back of your neck stood on end at the falsely dulcet tone dripping with a syrupy looking but dangerously abrasive poison. You had to keep yourself from gritting your teeth as your gaze caught up on Griggs’ silhouette standing before your cell from the corner of your eye.

“You’re not even gonna make an effort for me?” he teased you as his lips spread into a sneering smile that made him look more moronic than sadistic due to the absolute lack of sagacity behind his eyes.

You kept your mouth tightly shut and your eyes riveted to the wall across from you, trying to muster the blankest expression you could not to let him affect you but feeling a peeved expression weighing down on your features nonetheless.

“Aww, guys it looks like we’re gonna have to use the feeding tubes,” Griggs ironically groaned, turning towards his colleagues with a facetious glint in his eyes. One of them instantly stepped up to open the door to your cell, not even needing to think twice about the threat just emitted. “You know how much I hate doing that,” he then kept on jeering, much to the amusement of the other guards.

You waited with anticipation as he stepped into the cell, feeling your entire body buzzing with an overpowering apprehension, not having a clue of what you could do but knowing for a fact that with all the adrenaline slowly being spread into your system, there was no way you’d let Griggs go back to his old mistreatment.

His filthy fingers barely grazed your skin, and, as though electrified, you jumped to your feet, putting some distance between you and him. You kept your eyes determinedly fixated in front of you but could see from the corner of your eye how stunned he was by your abrupt reaction. He had gotten to the unresponsive side of you that had emerged after only a few months here, the poor figure staying down on the ground and no longer batting an eyelash at his constant abuse. His face remained dazed for a fleeting moment before the ghost of a smirk reappeared on his features.

After all, he had broken you once, it’d be no bother to do it a second time.

“What, you go on one mission with Task Force X and then you don’t like me anymore?”

He reached out a hand again, much more aggressively this time, and you jolted away, instinctively bringing a hand up without even knowing if you were willing to take the risk of hitting him.

“Step away from her, Griggs.”

The stone cold words loudly rang through the cell and heavily fell between you both, instantly followed by a deafening silence as Griggs’ hand hovered in the air for a fleeting moment, just inches away from the skin of your arm.

Then, for a dizzying, fleeting moment, it felt as though all the air had been sucked out of the cell.

Chill shivers of relief racked your spine before your brain even had time to process the voice, and then, when the familiarity of it finally sank in, you felt as though some freezing water had been dumped over you, leaving you soaked and shivering in the middle of your cell – only this time Griggs wasn't the cause of it.

You whirled your head towards the entrance of your cell with a vertiginous speed and had to bite back a choked-up noise from stumbling out of your lips when your gaze landed upon the owner of the voice glowering at Griggs with a murderous look in his eyes.

“You’re not supposed to be back yet,” Griggs pointed out sheepishly, letting his arm limply drop to his side now that his focus had been completely taken off of you.

“I was feeling better,” Rick informed him with a tight-lipped smile which then briskly dropped from his features. “Now stand down,” he repeated himself, his voice steadfast and as neutral as he could muster it. “I wouldn’t push my luck if I were you. I’ve seen what you did to her, and I’d love to show you what it feels like to be on the wrong side of the blade.”

The threat made the cell go utterly silent and for just a second, the sweetest second ever, all traces of amusement vanished from Griggs’ suddenly pale face. He looked started, nervous, oh so pathetic, and then when he finally regained his composure enough to quickly muster up the most serious look he could to paint on his pallid features, he had already lost all respect from every occupant of the room.

“You’d risk your job for a bitch who told you to eat shit five minutes into your mission?”

There was an imperceptible twitch on Rick’s features at the reminder. He had to briskly fight off a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, but you could still discern the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes and had to swallow back a choked-up laugh – your heart swarming with a bunch of overwhelming emotions you couldn’t even identify at the moment.

His eyes briefly flickered to you. “Apparently,” he conceded with the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, before he cast his gaze back on Griggs and recovered a cold, severe expression. “And, trust me, given how liked you are around here, I don’t think I’d risk more than a paid leave even if I attempted to murder you.”

Yet another sullen silence fell over the cell like a heavy fog, and this time, Griggs made the wise decision of not shattering it, containing his anger within a single huff before stalking out of the cell with heavy steps that made him akin to a stomping child. His colleagues briefly glanced at Rick, not quite knowing what to do, before meeting his eyes and promptly deciding to follow Griggs’ decision.

“You’re alive,” you breathlessly uttered as soon as you were both left alone.

“A bit roughed up, but yes, alive,” he winced back, turning his gaze towards you.

You knew he couldn’t feel the blissful exultation swarming your heart now that your ability was smothered by the collar secured around your neck, but you hoped he could see it in your eyes and in the way you just couldn’t seem to blink those relieved tears away.

Rick took a few steps towards you and let out a bated breath, as if he was finally allowed to exhale, as if he hadn’t been able to feel comfortable until standing near you again – and you then knew for a fact that if he couldn’t see the exultation in your heart, he at least felt it as well.

Without another word, he then tentatively brought a hand up before letting it hover uncertainly in the air. He seemed hesitant as if he wasn’t sure how to act anymore now that his mask of professionalism was gone, and you couldn’t help but let out a short chuckle. This was enough for a single droplet to finally fall from your brimming eyes, and the way Rick’s gaze seemed to soften even more at the sight of it almost led you to shedding a few more.

With utter cautiousness, he brought his hand to your face to brush the stray tear away and then left it there, his warm palm cradling your cheek.

“Looks like I’ve won again,” he said in a breath, the words merely stumbling out of his lips as if he were afraid to break that frail, tender moment of vulnerability between the two of you. His thumb gently stroked your cheek again and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, your gaze never once leaving his. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

You had once said that the only way for Rick to ever get close to you was for you to give out your last breath, and yet, ever since that very vow you had felt yourself ever-so-slowly opening up to him, as though there was something in the air and it was killing you softly.

Now that the sweet, sweet poison had filled up your lungs – all wrapped up in his arms and boring your gaze into his with a wide-eyed fascination – you chose to completely let go of that vow, braving the risk to perish and merely uttering back two candid, gentle words.

“Pretty please.”

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[aerimomo-mellon]

NCT U react to s/o cooking.

note* NCT U Members Lineup for their Title Track "Make A Wish"

Genre~ fluff ☁

Paring~ NCT U x reader

A/N~ I wrote this from what I know about them and that's it so have fun!

request's are open! you can write it on "have a promise? ask away!"

시작..

Taeyong

Just loves the idea of you cooking for him. The outcome doesn’t matter cause he is just so happy that you’re working so hard just to cook for him.

While you’re cooking he constantly checks on you, hugs you from behind and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

When the food it ready and you’re done plating you call him and he rushes to the table. Gives you a quick peck and digs in. The moment the food is inside his mouth he can’t even tell you in words how good it was to him. “ wahhh… mmmmm” he let’s out stuffing more food in his mouth.

“ babe you’re perfect!!” He says as he finishes and hugs you. “Sorry I should have left you some to try but I was so into it, I’ll order you food soon…”

You give him a smile “ glad to hear that you liked my cooking..”

Doyoung

He likes it very much that you’re cooking but isn’t so sure if he is going to like it or not.

While you’re cooking he won’t check on you that often cause he would be too busy praying 🙏🏻 for good food. Of course he loves you dearly and knows you very well but he doesn’t want to make you sad therefore he prays for good acting skills as well.

Once you’re done you call him to the table and he looks at the plate which didn’t have the best visuals for sure and so he took a small bite chewing it thoroughly and once he was done. “Actually far better than I expected honey.. I like it!”

“ what do you mean than you expected?” You say as you teasingly rolled your eyes. And that whole session turned into you chasing him and having tickle fights. “Hey the food!!”

Jaehyun

The fact that you were cooking meat was enough to make him all happy and excited.

This guy lives for meat loves it too much. The one to be constantly checking on you too. He joyfully skips to the kitchen and gives you a peck on the cheek and leaves with a “hwaitting!!”

Your done with your meal and he comes to join you. The sight of it making his mouth water already, “wahhhhhhhhhh what are you?” He says sarcastically. “Your savior from heaven…” you reply giggling..

He quickly grabs a seat and says a quick prayer, “ thank you for this wonderful priority right beside me who made this delicious food for me and help her make more!” And he digs in. “Wow so good baby it’s so good!!” He says with wide eyes. “You sure it’s good? Or you’re just in love with meat..”

Lucas

Oh dear Lucas and his love for food. No really this man probably thinks food is something he loves after his girlfriend and parents.

While you’re cooking he doesn’t have to check on you cause he is with you the whole time. Asks if he can help but you don’t let him even so he repeats the questions until you let him cut the kimchi for the kimchi stew. Tries his best but ends up bending the knife, apologizes afterwards and sits down quietly.

Once you're done preparing the meal all his mouth says is “I love you, I love you my baby, ohhh thank you my babyyy” and you laugh at his Korean accent and think it’s super cute.

He takes a sip of the stew and says “ oh may gadddd you’re amazing baby!!!!” And gets up opens the kitchen window and shouts so the whole neighborhood can hear “my girlfriend can cook the BeSt kimchi stew!!!!!!!!!” In his poor accent. “Babe that’s enough stop…” you say cringing to his statement covering your face.

Xiao Jun

Is not into you cooking for some reason but will let you anyway. Just because you begged 🥺

While you’re cooking he won’t be there with you cause he went out to find his Lao Gan Ma sauce. He can’t eat without that sauce so he went early morning to find it. Your phone rings “ hey baby, uhh I can’t find it at the store so I’m going to see Kun maybe he has it. I’ll be a little late” he says and hangs up.

finally brings the sauce from Kun and sets it on the table. "babe your late and I cooked lunch but it's already dinner time" you say patiently. "sorry hehe, I'll still eat it though" he says with a made up smile.

Takes a bite with his sauce "hey, I don't think the sauce matches with this dish baby" he says chewing slowly. "well yeah that's what I've been trying to tell you this is an Italian pasta!"

Jaemin

you knew your boyfriend loved honey Tteokbokki so you decided to surprise him with it after he came from practice..

The ingredient list had a lot of ingredients so you decided to get the ones you did not have at the moment. Once you got all your needed ingredients you came home and started to cook. As much as you were having trouble with it you still wanted to make your tired boy happy.

There was the sound of the door passcode and he entered the room. “Mmmm baby what did you cook?” He says smiling and coming to hug you. You gave him a peck and he kissed back once it broke he looked at you with so much love “ you made something for me?” He says smile showing his pretty teeth. “Yup! Guess what it is?” You say curious for his answer. “Umm ramen? Tteokbokki?”

“ close but not precise hehe” you say opening the lid of the pan he said with wide eyes 👀 “ this is honey tteokbokki right?” He says. “ yup, I tried very hard but I don’t know if it’s good or not hehe sorry” you say scratching the back of you head. He takes a pair of chopsticks and eats one rice cake from the teokbokki. “ wow this is not bad but little bit sweeter than usual but it’s like you so I’ll eat it” he says hugging you tightly. “I love you nana” you say as he presses another sweet peck.

Shotaro

Since he loves sweets you asked him if you could bake something for him. He wanted you to bake brownies and so you did…

He isn’t the best at cooking and he doesn’t know a lot of baking too so he couldn’t help but encouraged you through the process of making it. Maybe plays you some songs or even raps for you if you ask for it. Loves seeing you bake or cook so he spends his time staring at you.

When you ask him to help you get the brownies out of the oven he freaks out but won’t show it and do as you say. “Be careful!” You say as he slowly takes it out. “See? It wasn’t a big deal actually…” he says as you role your eyes at him. After you let it cool you cut the brownies in cubes and put it in a container and sent it to him since he went for practice just before you kept in to freeze.

Your phone rings “ babyyyy!!!! Why did you send it here I don’t get to have them in peace now the others are devouring it all!!” He says in a desperate manner. “ chill out I’ve got extra in the house, come home soon!” You say and hang up.

끝..<3

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[idy-ll-ique]

Voices.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: nothing but floofy-floof

Warnings: none

Requested: nope

Summary: in which you can hear the voice of your soulmate in your head and Y/N's soulmate is someone really special— her celebrity crush.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! do y'all know how long ago I wrote this fic, like— at least 2 years ago. damn. so in advance, im sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes or bad punctuation in the fic that I forgot to correct (apology for bad english 😌)

oh and

bold/italics - chris

only italics - y/n

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Hey, you still there?

Y/N snapped out of a trance and focused on the voice. Yeah, yeah I'm still there, she thought to herself. She was hearing the voice of her soulmate, or rather, was speaking to him, telepathically. The thing is, you could hear the voice of your soulmate in your head. You could talk, hold conversations, but the only thing was that you couldn't ask for their name.

You had to guess. Most of the people made plans, like let's meet here or there and concentrate hard enough, I'll see your name written on a paper. It was a thing, I mean, if you concentrated hard enough, you could see what your soulmate was doing. It was like a cheat code of sorts. Most of them found their soulmate in that way.

You see, Y/N loved surprises, so she wasn't going to find her soulmate just yet. Y/N wanted to figure it out for herself. Your soulmate couldn't hear every single one of your thoughts, though (which was how she had zoned out mid-conversation). Listen, we should meet up sometime.

Aw, already? she thought with a pout on her lips. Yes, I'm very excited to meet you, I've been waiting for too long, the voice replied, chuckling. It was a manly voice, really deep and raspy. She loved it. When Y/N was small, about 4-5 years old, all she could hear were swear words and dirty thoughts; characteristics of a teenage boy.

From that, she inferred, that soulmate was much older than her, about 8-9 years older than her. She didn't mind, She was kind of into older guys anyway… But I like this game we have! Why do you want to ruin it? she asked, shaking her head. Alright, sweetheart, just for you, I'm holding back. But I don't have much patience, the voice laughed. Y/N smiled.

Without even meeting her, Chris loved the voice in his head. She sounded so sweet and welcoming, maybe she was younger than him. He couldn't wait to meet her. Chris had tried to plan their meeting for so long now, but she just wouldn't give in. She was also a feisty one. He smiled to himself as he walked down the street, engaged in thoughts about his soulmate.

In his haste, he accidentally bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry!" he blurted out, instead hearing a soft ouch, shit in his head. His brows furrowed. The lady he had bumped into just kept on walking. Are you alright? he asked his soulmate in his mind. Yeah, just bumped into someone while walking.

I bumped into someone just now too! he told her excitedly, still staring at the lady who had now stopped in her tracks. She turned around, scanning the crowd. Then she looked at him, but maybe she didn't realize that she had bumped into him. Holy shit, I see— Then it all went blank. See what? Chris questioned desperately.

He still wasn't sure whether the woman he had just bumped into was his soulmate or not.

Why can't I say the name of the guy who played the role of Captain America?

Chris froze and stared at the lady, jaw dropped. She was lost in her thoughts, confused. He slowly walked to her and stood in front of her; she stared back at him, her heart racing. This was her celebrity crush, who was currently looking at her as if she hung the moon. But why? Why was he looking at her like that?

"You can't say his name because that's me, you technically can't say his name because you aren't allowed to," Chris whispered to her, smiling softly. Her eyes widened.

"You! You're the voice I hear in my mind! Chris freaking Evans is my soulmate?! How did I not realize?!" The woman exclaimed, shocked. Soon though, she got a wide smile on her face. His eyes widened too, hers was the voice he heard as well! "What's your name?" he asked her as they hugged. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N," she replied, smiling.

"Wanna join me for a coffee?" he offered, holding his hand out. She put her palm on top of his and nodded. Both of them entered a nearby coffee shop. "So, what do you do?" he asked her after ordering two coffees. "Nothing. I'm unemployed right now, just got out of my last job. I gave an interview yesterday at Ralph Lauren, just waiting for a call back," she shrugged.

"Oh, into fashion?" he asked her, smiling. "Yeah, got my degree and all. Just needed a job, Ralph Lauren offers a good amount of money," she chuckled. Chris smiled again. "Reminds me of Rachel Green." She laughed more, which warmed his heart. Her laugh was adorable. Suddenly, her phone rang and she looked at him, wide-eyed.

He nodded dismissively and she picked up the call. She spoke for a while and when she ended the call, she had the biggest smile on her face.

"I got the job at Ralph Lauren, I'm starting tomorrow!" Y/N squealed. They couldn't have picked a better timing. "Congratulations, Y/N!" he told her, grinning. After spending some more time at the cafe, they parted ways. She went home while he went back to the sets where they were filming Avengers: Age of Ultron.

"Hi Chris, you were out for a long time, what's up?" Chris Hemsworth asked, smiling at Chris Evans as they stumbled upon each other. "Nothing, just met my soulmate, had a cup of coffee with her." The older Chris feigned nonchalance. "You what?! That's awesome, man! So, how is she, what does she do?" Hemsworth asked him excitedly as both of them walked inside.

Robert and Scarlett were there, talking. "She's so beautiful, I stopped functioning when I saw her. She works at Ralph Lauren, she's a fashion designer," Chris told him with a smile. Robert and Scarlett looked up. "Who?" Scarlett questioned. "Y/N," he said simply, sitting beside Robert. "Who's that?" Robert inquired. "My soulmate." Chris smiled, as if in a trance.

"Boy, you look like you're in love," Scarlett laughed. "Because I am, she's that beautiful," he told her adamantly. "Whoa, did you ask her out?" Robert snorted. "I'm back from our first date." We had our first date right now, didn't we? he asked her in his mind.

Of course we did, I loved it. Hope to meet you again soon, her voice replied and he could practically feel her smile.

Sure, I'm in town for a few more months, I'll mind-text you as to when I'm free, he told her, sporting a smile on his face. She outright laughed in the comfort of her own home. Mind-text? Sounds fun, she agreed and focused on the Netflix series she was watching, turning off the "magical telepathic link" between them.

Chris, too, focused on the others only to see them smiling at him. "Talking to her?" He nodded at Scarlett. A few minutes later, all of them went to another room to begin with the shooting of a new scene.

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Y/N danced as she prepared dinner, singing along to You Don't Know Me by Jax Jones. It had been a month since she last saw Chris. He had promised her a date, but he didn't get time. She couldn't blame him, he was a busy man. Y/N was shouting the lyrics of the song in her head, unaware of the fact that Chris was snooping in on her mind.

Hey, calm down, she heard Chris chuckling in her mind and shrieked in real life. What are you— are you snooping on my mind? Chris! she thought, scandalized. He laughed more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted to ask you out. Are you free right now? We could meet in the same coffee shop, he asked. She grinned and nodded to herself. Of course, I'll be there in 15.

She quickly got dressed, wearing a pair of track pants and a t-shirt (like she was wearing on their first date). She didn't bother with her hair or makeup, it looked good anyway, she just bolted out of the house. Y/N entered the coffee shop to see Chris already sitting there, wearing a suit. She cursed herself mentally, making Chris look up.

He stifled a laugh. She went and sat in front of him.

"I'm so sorry I look like a single mother of two kids who hasn't slept in a year," she moaned, "I didn't know you were gonna show up in a suit." She facepalmed for good measure. "It's quite alright, you look beautiful. I wouldn't have you any other way, I should say. I'm coming back from a party right now, therefore the suit."

She blushed softly at his compliment. He ordered two coffees for them and they started talking. "So, how's your job at Ralph Lauren?" Chris asked, smiling at her. "It's amazing, I got promoted. Now I'm the head of the department, with my own office and all," she told him, smiling back. "That's great! Oh, congratulations, honey," he grinned.

"Thanks," she muttered, blushing slightly when he called her a nickname. "You look cute while blushing, has anyone ever told you that?" Chris winked as their coffees arrived. "No one, ever. I don't interact with people much, it's a tedious job," she half-joked, smiling.

"Really! So who are the people you talk to?" he joined in. "Well, there's my assistant, my mother, my bro and you. That's all. I've got some friends, but I rarely talk to them, only on the phone while texting, that is," she shrugged. "Nice, nice," he nodded as they finished their coffees. "Allow me to drop you home," Chris offered, taking out a key which she found out was for his bike as they left the café.

"No it's alright, I'll go," she refused immediately. "Nonsense, you're practically my girlfriend! I'm going with ya," he shook his head. They looked like an odd couple; one wearing a suit while the other looked like she had just woken up. Surprisingly enough, the one who looked like she just woken up had the best fashion sense among them. "Hop on," Chris grinned.

She sat down behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Both of them chatted for the 2 minutes that took them to get to Y/N's home. Once they reached her building, she got down from Chris's bike and turned to him.

"Thanks, Chris, this has been an amazing second date. Can't wait for the third," she told him with a smile. "Me too," he smiled back. A few seconds later, she turned to leave but Chris suddenly grabbed her hand, turning her around. "Wha—" She didn't get to finish her sentence as Chris pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I just had to, sweetheart," he panted as they pulled away from each other, breathless. "Wow," she breathed out as Chris rested his forehead against hers. "So, um, see you on the third date, yeah?" Y/N giggled as they stepped away from one another, smiling. "I'll make it as quick as possible. Can't stay away from you, darling," he winked.

"How flattering," she winked back and turned to leave, purposely adding a sway to her hips knowing that he was watching. And fuck, was he watching. "Oh, the things you do to me, my dear Y/N."

"I heard that!"

"Good!"

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Butcher's Daughter - A. Russell Imagine

NOTE: a lil' imagine about arvin crushing on the local butcher's daughter. idk how to feel about this one, and it's also barely proofread but I hope some of you still like it. I've never written for arvin before but if you're interested in more please let me know!

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Next to his mattress, Arvin’s favorite spot in town to visit was the local butcher. Any opportunity to drop by the small store, the boy exploited. Maybe a little too much. He recalls his uncle Earskell giving him an earful on how he spent nearly all his monthly allowance on a chicken breast. An unnecessary one at that, as Emma had concluded the family’s grocery trip a day prior.

The Russell boy did not know how you carried such a charm with you that urged him to drop in that day and purchase the cold, naked bird on impulse. One could take a guess that your daddy had brought you up well in business talk. But all you had exchanged with Arvin was greetings before he sputtered out his order and slapped a bill down onto the counter. Even with sweat collecting on your forehead from the afternoon light beaming into the shop, and the strands of hair that were never obedient enough to be kept in your up-do, Arvin still found you as gorgeous as the sunset offering your profile a heavenly glow.

After hearing word of the new preacher in town and Emma’s invitation to visit the butcher, Arvin was the first to stand up from his seat at the dinner table as a volunteer.

“Not at this hour, boy. Sit down.” Earskell shook his head.

Lenora leaned up from her chair a tad, closer to Earskell, and mumbled like it was a secret. “He just wants to go and see Y/N.” Her voice carried to everybody present though, including Emma who had a knack for meddling.

“Ooh, who’s Y/N?”

“She a friend of yours, son?” Earskell inquired. The boy’s eyes narrowed at Lenora, who held a satisfied smile.

“Barely.” She interjects.

“Nora.” Arvin hisses, cheeks growing red beneath the dim light hanging above the oak table. The girl only continues chatting, knowing from experience that facing Arvin’s wrath would be little to nothing of a whine or complaint of her blabbermouth.

“She’s a classmate of ours that Arvin never stops staring at. I wonder how she hasn’t noticed.” The red-cheeked boy emits a groan, placing his bent arms on the table and burrowing his face into his hands.

“Elbows off the table, Arv.” Scolds Emma, who swats at his plaid-covered arms with her napkin.

“Well, maybe she has noticed. She might be waitin’ for you to say somethin’ son.” Suggests his uncle.

“Yeah right. The girl hardly knows my name. She probably only knows me as the freak who bought a whole chicken breast.” He stares down at his half-empty plate, fork picking at the white meat as he glances back on that day.

“Well, the offer’s still open if you’d like to join me tomorrow,” Emma says. And as embarrassed as he was, Arvin knew he could not pass up the chance to see her face again, instead of just the back of it in class after class.

The next morning, his heart was lurching from his chest as he parked the car and went around to the passenger side to collect Emma. He was blanched, palms sweaty and constantly removing his baseball cap to run fingers through his greasy tendrils.

“Arvin, honey, calm down. Just go in and be yourself, the girl ain’t gonna kill you for saying she’s pretty.” Emma encourages with a small pat against the boy’s shoulder.

Whiffing the stench of meat descending from the other side of the door, he tries gulping down the feeling of his stomach tying itself into knots and nods his head. Time to grow a pair, the Russell boy thinks to himself.

He holds the door open for Emma and follows in behind her, observing the small shop he practically memorized the layout of by now. He could name each of the select meats they offered from the top of his head. He turns his head and recognized another classmate of his, Jared Y/L/N, otherwise known as your brother.

“Hey, welcome.” He nods his head towards Emma, who perused the options. “Fine mornin’ we’re havin’.” He turns his head and spots Arvin.

“What you got planned after school today, Arv.” Due to the countless times the brunette dropped in to ‘say hello’, all small talk went out the window between himself and your family by his fifth trip.

“Cliff Baker says he can get me on the crew laying blacktop on the Greenbrier stretch off Route 60. I’m probably just gonna do that. You?” Jared’s answer fades and turns muffled to Arvin, as his eyes catch you descending from the freezer, donning an apron.

“Mornin’ Emma.” You spare a smile towards the woman. “Lookin’ for a dish for the sermon, too?” You lift an eyebrow. Arvin gazed as the two of you made casual conversation on what would be best to serve within budget.

“You know, I think Arvin had something he wanted to ask you about a school assignment.” Emma implies with a smirk towards you. Upon hearing this, Arvin’s eyes grow impossibly big as he spins in each direction, yearning for a hiding place to magically appear.

“Hey, you.” You fold your arms over one another on the store’s counter with an angelic smile.

“Y/N...h-hey.”

“Here to buy another chicken breast?” You giggle, cueing something in the boy’s insides to flutter uncontrollably.

“Not today, unfortunately. Just dropping in to…” he takes a few brave steps closer towards you.

“Say hi? You do that a lot here. I don’t see you goin’ anywhere else in town but here to do that.” Arvin digs his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket, sharing a quick shrug of his shoulders.

“Guess I just got a soft spot for the girl behind the counter.” He bends his head down to meet your eyes and quickly heating cheeks. The two of you shared proximity so minimal a conversation could be shared in whispers. The kitchen doors slamming open pulled the two of you away, however. Arvin cleared his throat as he eyed the owner of the establishment—your father—saunter over to the two of you.

“Why, hello there. Can I help you boy?” The bearded man spoke in a gruff voice. Unlike Y/N and Jared who worked the store regularly, Mr. Y/L/N manned the truck and kept his priorities on picking up the meats and delivering them. Therefore, neither had been introduced to one another up until now.

“Uh, daddy this is Arvin. Arvin, this is my father. He and I go to school together.” She informs the brooding figure.

“Nice to meet you, Arvin.” The man sticks an arm out over the counter to reveal a large cleaver in his clutch. The boy, ready to shake the older man’s hand flinched at the sight.

“Ah, my apologies.” He tries his other hand, which was thankfully bare of any potential weapons. Arvin feels clammy by the action, wondering if the flaunting of the utensil was truly an accident on your father’s part. “So, you two have school together, eh?” His eyes flick back and forth between you and Arvin.

“Daddy-“ you begin.

“Ah, no worries sweet pea. Why don’t you give us a few moments alone. I want to talk to the boy.” Rolling your eyes, you meet Arvin’s brown ones, which are now swimming with fear. Before you trade places with your dad to go speak some more with Emma, you manage to mouth a small apology to him for the interrogation he was no doubt about to face.

“Now, look boy. I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s no secret you like makin’ googly eyes at my daughter...and you probably think you’re real sly about it too.” Arvin’s cheeks become painted scarlett yet again underneath your father’s hard eyes. “Am I right?” His crows feet become more defined with his hardening glare.

“Y-yes sir, but—“

“Ah, ah, let me finish. Emma raised you, and I’ve seen you helpin’ your sister around the church and such...you seem like a good kid. So if you’d like to go steady with my daughter, you have my permission.” The boy lets a large breath of relief out and feels his heart begin reaching its normal pace again.

“But...if you so much as hurt or disrespect her, I will not hesitate to put your hand through the meat slicer. You understand me, boy?” Again, his heartbeat reaches his ear with every thump, clouding the man’s hearty chuckles as Arvin vigorously nods.

“Good.”

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