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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months
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Hello
I love all your writing you’re just so good and I’m always excited to read anything you write. I was wondering if you would do more for the our boy series with Charles and lando because it’s just so good, one of the best fics I’ve read. Ofc only If you won’t to write more for it up to you. 💕💕
Disappearing Act
Warnings: Angst, Fluff
A/N: We need this after yesterday's race. For the Charles girlies to celebrate and the Lando girlies we got humbled hard
Cécile is 6 years old in this, tamia means chipmunk
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"Papa?" A tiny tug of his race suit has Charles looking down. He didn't even know she was awake yet, much less she found her way to the garage.
"Cécile? My sweet little tamia. What are you doing here? Where is Grand'Mere?" Charles frantically looking around for his mother. She was the one to watch Cécile, and she was nowhere in sight. "Talking to Uncle Zio." She tugs her bunny close to her chest.
"Talking to Uncle Lorenzo? How did you find me? Mother must be freaking out." Bending down, he lifts her tiny body with ease, instantly she snuggles deeper into her Papa's chest. "Dunno know." She yawns, the last edges of her nap evident.
"Papa? Where's Daddy?" He sighs, she was such a daddy's girl. Elijah was attached to his hip, but Cécile was always attached to Lando's. "I don't know, but let's go find Grand'Mere first yes?" Bouncing her, she lets out her little ring of a giggle.
"Oh! God Charles, you found her!" Pascale and Lorenzo both rushing them, walking up to the Ferrari hospitality. "Fuck, man she was asleep on the couch when we turned she was gone. We're sorry." Lorenzo rapid fires apologies.
Charles doesn't say anything, he wants to be furious at his mother and brother. But, he couldn't really blame them. Cécile was known to wander, but the fact that this happened at a race weekend. Anyone could've taken her.
"Did you tell Lando?" Charles voice soft, refusing to be angry in front of his daughter. "Yeah, we told one of the mechanics who went straight to him." Pascale sighs, knowing Lando must be going crazy.
"Charles! Have you found Cécile? She's missing!" Lando's terrified voice breaks through the crowd people look, but quickly forget about it carrying on with their day. "Daddy!" Cécile squeals, lifting her head hearing her Daddy's voice.
"Cécile! Bunny, are you okay?" Lando hugs both Charles and his daughter, holding them close. When the mechanic told him that his little girl was missing in the Paddock, terror gripped his chest so tight he was forced to sit down to breath.
"She's fine, Lando." Charles freeing an arm, wrapping it around his shaking partner. "Tamia found me, she's okay." Charles whispers trying to calm Lando down. "Scared me." He whispers, so Cécile doesn't hear.
"Daddy, you're squishing me." Cécile whines, moving around so much. Lando pulls away, but still stands very close. "Lando, honey we're so sorry. She just, disappeared." Pascale feeling terrible that this has happened.
"It's okay, Pascale. She's been doing that often. Just at home, first time in public. Nothing is wrong and she doesn't seem hurt." Lando's eyes red, Charles handing over their daughter to him knowing he needed to hold her, to fully calm him down.
"Mama, can you go get her bag that Y/n packed? She's going to join us in the garage." Pascale nods, Lorenzo joining her as they go inside to gather her stuff.
"Daddy?" Cécile, pushes hair out of her face, big eyes looking up at her Daddy's face. "Yes, bunny? Are you hurt? Did someone touch you?" Lando starts to freak out again, Charles laying a hand on his neck rubbing it. "Guess what I saw?" Charles bites his bottom lip watching Lando deflate hearing those words.
"What did you see bunny?" Lando leaning into Charles's hand. "Uncle Lewis." She whispers, a blush gathering on her cheeks. Charles loses it then, Lando's face void of emotion his partner laughing his ass off. "Did you now?" His voice monotone.
His little girl gave him a heart attack, and she's here blushing over Lewis? Yeah, she was going to kill him.
"Oh, tamia that was wonderful." Charles kissing her on the cheeks, she giggles pulling her bunny close. "Papa, I want ice cream." It was these moments they knew she was yours through and through.
Anything she asked for, the two of them are running over their feet trying to get it. "Of course, tamia. We can get ice cream." Lando sets her down, Charles and Lando grabbing her little hands. Charles in charge of carrying Lewlew her bunny.
"Here is her bag." Pascale sliding it onto Charles shoulder, kissing his cheek. "Call Y/n, tell her what happened. She'll want to know, but also she can punish her better than we can." Charles admits, Lorenzo shaking his head at his pathetic brother. "I will."
"Papa! Come on, ice cream." Cécile whining as she stomps her foot. "Cécile Hazel, don't you dare get an attitude." Lando's voice sharp, causing the youngest Norris-Leclerc to apologize. "It's okay, I was taking a while wasn't I?" Charles smiles as the 3 well technically 4 of them walk down the paddock.
Approaching a booth that has ice cream, Cécile asks Charles to lift her up so she can see all her choices. "Papa? I don't know what to get." Her eyes wide with uncertainty. He smiles, for 6 years old he was glad her hardest choice in life was which ice cream she wanted.
"Can we get vanilla, strawberry and cookies?" Lando stepping in, the vendor nods as he makes 3 cones of the ice cream. "Here, bunny." Lando handing her the small cone of cookie ice cream. "Thanks Daddy." Cécile licking her ice cream she looks around the place.
Her eyes widen when she sees a certain someone. "Papa, Papa, Papaaaaa." She whines yanking on the sleeves of his race suit. Charles turns, looking down at his baby. "Look, it's Uncle Bas." Charles's head snaps up seeing Sebastian Vettel.
"It is Uncle Bas, why don't you go say hello." Cécile nods, shoving her ice cream into Lando's hand who almost drops it as a flurry of curls and blue dress goes running. "Uncle Bas!" Sebastian whirls around, immediately dropping down to let the little girl run into his arms.
"Cécile, my little spitfire. Are you causing trouble?" Sebastian laughs, standing up with her in his arms. "Yes." She beams, Sebastian unable to stop the laugh that breaks free at her brutal honesty. "You are causing trouble? You shouldn't do that to your Papa and Daddy." Her face falls, hating whenever the older men in her life told her she wasn't being good.
"She bolted from my mother, missing for about 30 minutes before she found me in the garage." Charles's voice has Sebastian smiling bright at the young man he sees as a son. "Then she's definitely Y/n and your daughter." Sebastian smiles, putting the girl back down.
She holds her hand out, pushing out her bottom lip. Lando hands her, her ice cream bringing back that dazzling smile. "Whipped." Seb whispers nodding to Lando. "I can't say anything, she's got me too." Seb watches the love and pride swell in Charles's eyes and face.
"You listened to my message." Charles turns, confused. "What I wrote on my helmet that I gave you. You listened." Seb patting Charles on the back, pulling him in. "Good." Charles blushes, still always in awe whenever he's around Sebastian.
"Cécile Hazel Norris-Leclerc!" Everyone in the small group freeze hearing the full name of their daughter. "Uhoh. Mama is mad." Cécile whispers, seeing her older brother Elijah and mother make their way towards them. "You ran away from your Grand'Mere and gave your Daddy a scare! Do you have any idea what you have done? And you two reward her with ice cream?" You yell, Elijah snickers slipping over to Sebastians side.
The 10 year old watches on amused that for once his angel baby sister was getting in trouble. "Keep smirking, and I'll tell your mother, papa, and dad about the time you stole my original kart when you visited." Sebastian smirks, seeing the boy go stone face quickly.
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anti-romantico · 1 month
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[casuality] enhypen heeseung
warnings: mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob, cum swallowing, idk what else lmao
words: 3536
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After a rough week of finals, you thought you finally were going to go home and enjoy your mom’s delicious food. Well, that was the plan until your brother called to tell you they weren’t going to be home. 
— Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? You know mom loves you. — Sunwoo said, not wanting to get his backpack in his car.
— Leave, it’s not like I’ll be the only person on campus. — You pulled him for a hug and breath. — Go before I regret saying no.
Sunwoo gave you a kiss on the top of your head and got in the car. You watched him disappear and finally went back to your dorm. There were more people than you thought.
— [Y/N]! — A very familiar voice called you.
— Heeseung, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to spend your vacations with your girl. — You didn’t know much about his love life, but the whole campus knew about their relationship.
— Yeah, I don’t think I’m welcome in her house again. — He nervously scratched the back of his head.
— Please don’t tell me… — He nodded before you could finish the question. — Damn, I don’t know if I should say sorry.
— As if I didn’t know you never liked her. — He crossed his arms, starting to walk with you.
— But she was your girlfriend. — You looked at him from time to time.
— And I’m the one that called it quits. — You nodded and bit your lower lip. — What about you? You always go to your mom’s.
— My brother got reservations somewhere and took my mom with him. And I’m not mad about it, but I wished he would’ve called me before so I could make plans. 
— Well, if you're still looking for a plan and want some company, you can call me.
You stopped abruptly, making him frown. — You sound just fine for someone that just ended their long-term relationship. 
— I'm not saying I'm fine, but it was something that had to happen sooner or later. I preferred sooner.
— And are you sure you want me as your company this winter break? 
He shrugged and nodded. — We haven't talked in months. Pretty sure our last encounter was at that frat party. Why not?
— Fine, but if you need to be alone just tell me. 
The first week went smoothly, ordering take-out with other classmates and eating outside. There were still some security staff around, but they never seemed to be bothered by the constant yelling and loud music coming from some dorms.
In the second week, Yeji sneaked in alcohol and invited her close friends to her dorm. She was alone in her room, and even though there wasn't much space, 6 people fit in it.
— How did you sneak this? — You asked Yeji, she giggled.
— The security staff stopped checking our food after the second day, I just risked it and sent my cousin a message. It was easier than I expected.
Heeseung was sitting on a bed beside you, sipping on his plastic cup filled with tequila and soda. 
— Should we play truth or dare or Heeseung is going to tell us what's the tea between him and Yuri? — Jake asked, earning a slap on the head from you.
— How do you even know something happened? — Heeseung asked, finishing his drink.
— She made a whole ass announcement influencer-style on instagram about your now “complicated” relationship. — Yeji answered.
— She called it complicated? — Yeji nodded. — Well, far from being complicated; I broke up with her. 
Everyone, except you, yelled at him, almost spilling their drinks.
— I thought you were going to get married! — Yuna placed her hand over her chest, feeling her heart beating fast. 
— Let's not overreact, everyone knew we had problems. 
— But you lasted, what?, 2 years? That's how long my parents dated before getting married. — Jay said, standing up from the floor and pouring a new drink for himself.
— Well, it's over. Now let's change topics.
— We can still play truth or dare. The only rule is not to go outside this building for the dares. — Yeji offered. Everyone agreed and sat down on the floor. Jay grabbed the only empty bottle and spinned it in the middle of the circle. It landed on Yuna.
— I knew it. Truth. — She brushed her hair with her fingers, moving it to one side.
— What happened with the blind date your mom set you? — You asked, making everyone laugh.
— Ugh, you know who appeared in the door of that expensive restaurant? Her neighbor’s son! The guy she never stopped talking about every time I visited her. I told him I wasn't interested, but at least we had a nice dinner. My mom didn't talk to me for a whole week when I told her she should stop.
— What was wrong with him? — Jake asked, grabbing the bottle.
— Aside from being a hardcore gamer? You can guess. 
— And he paid for the dinner? — You asked.
— I wish. He used his mom's money. I thanked her for the dinner, actually. 
Jake spinned the bottle and this time it landed on Jay. Jake smirked.
— I know that face, dare.
— I dare you to finish your drink in 15 seconds.
— You're an asshole, man! — Jay said laughing. 
Everyone started to count and cheered for him when he finished it even before the 15 seconds. 
— There must be water in the vending machine from the lobby. — Yeji said, feeling bad after watching Jay's reaction to the alcohol.
— I don't think he's going to make it to the hallway. I'll go. — You said, standing up.
— I'll go with you. We are all going to need water after finishing the alcohol. — Heeseung followed you behind, making everyone exchange glances.
Both got to the lobby and bought water for everyone. You weren't drunk, but your mind started to get dizzy. 
— Forget the water, if you want to sober up, go to the lobby and come back. — Heeseung said when you finally got to the room. Both were out of breath.
The game continued a few rounds before the dares started to escalate. Everyone ended up posting an instastory in someone's room without one piece of clothing. 
The bottle landed on Heeseung when Yuna spinned it.
— I don't have energy left to do another dare. Truth. — Heeseung said, laying his head on the bed that was behind him.
— Why did you break up with Yuri? 
Heeseung chuckled. — It took you this long? We just argued about the same topic over and over again, even after she said everything was clear, she kept bringing it up and I got tired. I was packing my things so we could go and she brought it up. It might be impulsive, but the moment she mentioned it I broke up with her. She didn't say anything, she just left. I guess that's why she's calling it a “complicated relationship”. 
— And what are you going to do when winter break ends? — Jay asked and he was about to grab the bottle, but Yeji beat him. — Hey! 
— Ignore her. I don't have anything to do with her. She can keep my hoodies. The less I'm in the same space as her, the better. 
You stood and ran to the bathroom, ignoring everyone's protests. When you were back, the bottle was pointing at your empty place.
— Right, what a coincidence. — You sat down and sighed. — Truth.
— Answer yes or no. — Yeji explained and you nodded. — Is it true that Hesseung's ex and you had a physical fight? 
— No! God, that rumor is so old and she started it. 
— Seriously? — Heeseung asked. 
— What happened was that she didn't like me being close to you and tried to threaten me. I told her she was being pathetic and she cried. That's all. 
— Boring. — Yuna said under her breath.
— As if I'm the kind of person to be violent with others. Can't believe y'all believed her.
— I didn't. — Jake said, earning a couple of pats on his head from you.
Jay yawned, causing almost everyone to also do it.
— How about we sleep for a while and then have dinner? — Yuna said, stretching her body.
— Please! I'm exhausted. — You said, laying your head on Heeseung’s shoulder. 
Jay helped Yeji to hide the rest of the alcohol and the empty bottles while everyone went to their dorms. You went to Heeseung's since it was the closest one.
— Do you have something I can wear to sleep in? I don’t like to sleep in the same clothes I had the whole day. — You said, walking in the room.
— I have some old pants and this shirt. — He took the clothes from his drawer, it wasn’t even packed.
— Were you going to get rid of it? — You grabbed it and placed it on the empty bed. He nodded. — Do you mind if I keep it?
— Sure. — He took a deep breath when you took your hoodie off. — I’ll change in the bathroom.
— Yup. — You didn’t notice how nervous he was. 
When you woke up, Heeseung wasn’t in the room, but the door was open. You thought he went to the bathroom when you heard him talk. He was just on the other side of the wall.
“I’m not judging the way you did it, that’s your problem, but I was clear when I said I was done with you”. He sounded mad. You just couldn’t stop yourself and stood up and walked quietly so he couldn’t hear you. “You were the one that decided to bring her up.” “I told you millions of times she was just a friend and even stopped talking to her when you told me she made you insecure”. What? “Because we were at the same party, I wasn't going to leave or ask her to leave”. “I’m enjoying my time without you just fine, Yuri”. “I’m not doing such a thing, and I don’t care if you make another statement to tell your followers we’re done”. “Well, that’s too bad because she’s also here”. “Goodbye, Yuri, don’t call me again”.
You didn’t find the strength to move from your place, so Heeseung found you the moment he walked in.
— What…
— Am I the reason you two broke up? — You didn’t know why it affected you, but it did.
— You weren’t supposed to hear that…
— Close the door next time, then. Now answer.
Heeseung tried to hold you, but you pushed his hands. — She started to feel insecure after spending too much time with this girl. She told her it was suspicious how “close” we were. She overanalyzed our interactions before she started asking every second of the day if I ever had feelings with you.
— Close? We only share classes. — You couldn't believe what he was telling you.
— She said her friend saw us being “clingy” at a party, but I honestly don't remember.
— You were too drunk, I was just making sure you didn't throw yourself to the pool. — You explained. Heeseung being in that state didn't even allow you to drink a single drop of alcohol, or anything. — I had to carry you, I guess her friend saw us hugging.
Heeseung threw his head back, not being able to remember anything. It was frustrating. — I'm sorry… god and after that I stopped talking to you.
— Well, at least now I know who started those rumors. — You tried to joke, but Heeseung didn’t laugh. — Let’s go for something to eat before going back with the rest. 
Heeseung sighed and nodded, following you around without saying a word. You wanted to cheer him up, but you knew it wouldn’t be easy. 
Once you were with your friends, they immediately knew something was wrong with him, but luckily didn’t make a comment about it. 
Alcohol made an act of presence once everyone was comfortable, drinks getting stronger and stronger. You weren't drunk, but you weren't sober. Heeseung at your side was laughing at Jake making a weird dance as a dare. He spinned the bottle again, landing on you. 
— Well, about time. — He teasingly said.
— As if you know what I'm going to choose. — You said, finishing your drink. 
— Oh come on, don't be boring, we’re all having fun. — Heeseung exclaimed. 
You laughed. — Fine! Dare.
Jake made an expression of thinking, but you knew he already had your dare in mind. — We all are gonna close our eyes and you are going to give a small kiss on the lips to whoever you want.
— It’s ok, babe, you can give us the kiss to get away with it. — Yeji said, hugging Yuna from the neck, making her whine when she pulled her close.
— Nah nah nah, she has to be honest. C’mon, no one’s going to watch. No cheating. — Jake said as he covered his eyes with his hands.
— Whoever cheats has to run around the building naked. — Yuna said, imitating Jake.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of all of your friends with their eyes covered, Heeseung included. You didn’t think about it for too long, knowing perfectly at least one was going to check what was taking you so long. You leaned towards Heeseung, moving his hands apart from his face. He smirked when he saw you so close. None of you said anything, you gave him a small kiss and he went back to cover his face.
— It’s done. — You said.
Jake bit his lower lip and leaned his body. — How was it, Hee? — Heeseung didn’t answer, he just chugged his drink, lifting one eyebrow.
After a few minutes, the bottle landed on Heeseung, Yeji speaking up before anyone else. — I dare you to spend 7 minutes in heaven in Yuna's room with whoever you want.
— Nice, let’s go. — Jay joked, standing with Heeseung who only pushed him aside. 
— You wish, man. — Heeseung extended his hand towards you, causing a howling mess in the room. 
You laughed so loud and still grabbed his hand, letting him guide you to Yuna’s room. 
The air changed the moment you closed the door. Heeseung gently pushed you against the door, caressing your cheek. 
— Do you think they’ll come to check us in 7 minutes? — He asked, slightly brushing his lips with yours.
— We both know they won’t. — You whispered and locked the door. — But just in case.
Heeseung nodded and finally kissed you. Hard, immediately sucking on your tongue and squeezing your butt. You didn’t know how, but both were on the floor, him over you, still hungrily kissing. He was trying to get you naked so you let him. His hands were all over you and you were really getting into it when he pushed you down on your stomach and pulled your shorts off.
He took his time pulling your panties off too and then you felt his hand between your legs. You were wet already from him kissing you and he knew it. He rubbed his fingers up and down your pussy a few times before he slipped them inside you. It felt really good, making you moan. 
He slid his fingers out of you and put them in your mouth. — Taste yourself. — He said.
You sucked on his fingers and tasted your own juices. He did this again and you sucked each finger clean. You looked up at him and smiled.
Heeseung kissed you hard and put his tongue in your mouth. You couldn't believe how hot this made you feel. You wanted to touch him and kiss him more. He pulled his shirt off and threw it across the room. Then he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. You stared at his dick for a minute. It was beautiful and big. You reached out and touched it, wrapping your hand around it and stroked it slowly. Heeseung groaned and leaned forward, taking your head in his hands. He kissed you harder and you ran my tongue over his lips. You wanted to taste his cock.
You kissed down his neck and chest and then you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick. He gasped and you closed my eyes and sucked on him. You swirled your tongue around the tip and then took as much of him as you could in your mouth. He tasted so good. 
You started moving your mouth up and down his shaft, making sure to slightly moan when you felt him touch your throat.
He moaned — Take it all, baby, I know you can do it. — You did as he told and then moved your head up and down faster. 
You could hear him breathing hard and you loved that sound. You kept sucking him and he kept thrusting into your mouth. You felt his body tense and then he shot his load in your mouth. You swallowed it all and kept sucking him until he pulled away. 
You sat up and wiped your mouth. He pulled your face again and kissed you, sucking in on your tongue as if he wanted to taste his own cum. 
You gently pushed his chest so he could sit down on the floor and you straddled him. You rubbed your pussy against his dick and he groaned. Lowering yourself onto him, you felt so full, he was so thick. 
Heeseung held your hips and you started to ride him. He put his arms under your thighs and held you still while you fucked him. You rode him fast and hard and then slowed down and picked up the pace again.
You felt so close to coming you didn't want to stop. You bounced up and down on him and then he grabbed your hips and held you. He kissed you and then he pushed you down to the floor and started fucking you, much harder that before. You came so hard and he kept going until he came inside you.
Heeseung collapsed on top of you and you just stayed there like that for a while. You were both breathing hard and covered in sweat.
He kissed you and then rolled off of you, laying next to you on the floor. You lay there like that for a long time and then he kissed you again. You could feel his dick getting hard again and you knew he wanted more. And so did you. You needed him more. 
You got on your knees and took his dick back in your mouth.
— I love your mouth, baby. Fuck! — Heeseung groaned when you moaned around him and kept sucking.
You felt him push your head away so you pulled out and got in all four. He got behind you and rubbed his dick against your wet pussy and slid right in. 
He was so deep and you loved how full you felt. He started fucking you so hard and you were moaning loudly, combining to the skin slapping. 
He grabbed your hips and started thrusting harder and faster. You felt yourself getting closer to another orgasm and cried out. He kept fucking you and you came so hard feeling your juices running down your legs. He kept thrusting until he came too.
Your knees protested when you tried to stand up. Heeseung helped you, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.
— Are you ok? — He said against your ear.
— Amazing. — Your voice came out so low, almost like a whisper, moving your head to give him more access to keep kissing you.
You sighed when you felt his teeth nibble your skin. — I promise next time we’ll be on a more comfortable surface. — He said, making you feel tingles on your stomach at the thought of this happening again.
— Do you want to go back there? — You asked once you had enough strength on your legs again, taking your clothes from the floor.
— I don’t know if I want to deal with the million questions they’ll make — Heeseung dressed up too. 
Once both were ready, you opened the door, you still needed to go to Yeji’s room to get your phone.
— Here. — Jay handed your phones, not letting you go in.
— Jay, c’mon, man, at least let us help to clean. — Heeseung said, grabbing the phones.
— We can handle it, don’t worry! — Yeji yelled from the inside of the room.
— Keep having fun! — This time it was Yuna who yelled. 
You laughed and pulled Heeseung’s shirt. There was no way in hell they'd let you in.
Back in Heeseung’s room, you finally laid down on the same bed, enjoying your time alone.
— So… — He asked, afraid of your answer.
— What? — Your head was over his chest, listening to his heartbeats.
— Does this mean something now?
You sat down and looked at him. — I don’t know, it’s you who just got out of a relationship. — You reminded him.
— Is it… bad? — Heeseung also sat down and held your hand. — Do you.. want something to happen between us? 
You glazed at your hands and then at him. — I don’t think I’d have fucked you if I didn’t.
Heeseung chuckled. — Maybe we can keep it on the low while I take you on dates and propose appropriately.
— What? You coming inside me wasn’t appropriate? 
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avatarl0v3r · 1 year
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HEY PRETTY! Could you write about neteyam x fem!reader where in the end he doesn't die but they manage to save him and it was just a big scare, after the whole fight is over and they return to metkayina... they go to a part away from everyone and reader heals the wound and there are some touches on the thigh and kisses... nothing more than fluff and some angst for the fear that reader felt when he almost lost it. fluff and little angst...
NeteyamxFem!Metkayinareader
Index: Neteyam and the reader are dating and neteyam gets shot
Warnings: mentions of death, and angst
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You were with Tuk, Lo’ak, and Kiri, Neteyam on the ground gasping for air “This is my fault i shouldn’t have ever-“ “Lo’ak! this isn’t your fault you were doing what you thought was right, saving your sisters because that what brothers do” You say stern enough to get him to stop rambling while still putting pressure on the wound going threw his side.
Tisreya hugged Lo’ak seeing the tears in his eyes she then bend down and hugged you she then looks at you and put her hand on you shoulder “He must get back soon maybe mother can help” You looked at your sister tears flowing out your eyes.
“A-And what if she can’t!, then what, what’ll happen then!” Neteyam reaches for your arm “Y/n i will-,” you watched as more tears filled your eyes as he was struggling to get his words out “i will be fine” You kept pressure pray to the all mother she would help him.
You sat there applying pressure to him side looking around frantically looking for either Jake or Neytiri your watch as Neteyam’s grip on your arm starts to loosen “Neteyam! Neteyam! Neteyam!” You start to scream his name as his grip loosened completely both Lo’ak and spider pulling you away from him.
No! No! No! please don’t leave me you can’t leave me please
Tears soaked you face as grief washed over your body you where pulling and kicking trying to get away from them to get back to Neteyam as you screamed and kicked and tried to rip out of their grip but they were much stronger.
Jake and Neytiri finally showed up Neytiri was crying over her son you fell to the ground crying and screaming you’ve never felt this kind of pain before it was as if someone ripped your heart out and ripped it in half.
Neytiri called her Ikran over and gave him to Lo’ak “Ride him back to the village and bring y/n and Neteyam back with you” He nodded
Neteyam was brought to a room you weren’t allowed inside Ronal asked what had happened and Lo’ak explained and she nodded she told him no one was allowed inside and said to take you back to your hut to rest he did as she said you followed him back to your hut where he left you to rest.
Everyone was back in the village everyone was at dinner but you. you sat there for two days you haven’t seen your mother, you didn’t smile, didnt eat, your brother Ao’nung made you get out much to your annoyance and when you did go with him you just looked at the ground.
You both walked passed the hut Neteyam and your mother were in you both looked over when you seen your mother exit the room you looked at her with hope in your eyes she closed her eyes and looked down and shake her head as he walked back into the hut.
Ao’nung wrapped his arms around you holding you close as you fell to the ground feeling your whole world crumble he felt his heart break as he held you, you’ve always been the strong one even during deaths but this was something different and he didn’t know what to do so he just sat there with you in his arms.
Tuk came and found you and tried to comfort you but nothing worked you just looked at her “I’m sorry Tuk” Your voice cracking at the end.
Tuk then walked over to you and hugged you to which you gladly accepted “Y’know Neteyam loved you, a lot he wouldn’t shut up and we’ve only been here for a few months” Her words made you smile and hug her tighter.
You then end the hug and stand up she followed and you held out your hand “Let’s go” She smiled and grabbed your hand excitedly you both walked back to the village and you took Tuk home upon walking up to their hut Tuk ran towards her parents.
“Tuk where have you been?” She then turned and pointed to you and you stood there smiling at them Neytiri walked up to you and hugged you and thanked you for bringing Tuk home you smiled and said it was no problem.
You started to walk back to your hut when you walked passed the hut Neteyam was in you decided to walk in not caring what your mother said you walked in and seen Neteyam laying there you walked over and sat down by him.
You grabbed his hand and sat there studying his face it was quiet for awhile you let reality set in as you realized he was gone but you had a feeling he was still there.
“NeNe,” (na-na) you hesitate for a moment thinking you’d be crazy for trying this “squeeze my hand if you can hear me” for awhile nothing happened and you lost hope coming to terms with the fact he was gone your eyes started to tear up until you felt a light squeeze.
You instantly let go and ran out the hut trying to find your mother you desperately ran around the village to find her you seen her from afar “Mother! Mother! it’s Neteyam, come quickly” She followed after you and found herself in the hut where his body lay.
“Y/n what is it?” She said slightly worried “Mother Neteyam he squeezed my hand” She looked at Neteyam then you “My beautiful daughter, you need to come to terms that he’s gon-“ you interrupted her “Im telling the truth see for yourself.”
She sat down and grabbed his hand “Neteyam if you can hear me squeeze my hand” After a few moments nothing happened and she closed her eyes sighing “Y/n he’s go-“ Her attention instantly went back onto him as she felt him squeeze her hand.
“Hurry get my things,” you only looked at her “now!” you hurried and grabbed her things and she started to work on him again this time you helping.
After what felt like hours she stopped working you looked at her confused “Now we wait,” she said as she stood up “you’ll stay here and watch over him throughout the night if anything happens come find me” You nodded at her words and she walked out the hut.
You stayed awake most of the night even though you were laying right next to Neteyam just watching him you realized you still needed to sleep “nga yawne lu oer Neteyam” (i love you).
“Y/n, wake up” You woke up slightly and ignored the person calling your name and turned the other way “Hey, are you ignoring me for sleep?” Still half asleep you replied turning around to face the person “Leave me alo-“ your words got caught in your throat “Neteyam!” you jumped up and hugged him tears of joy rolling down your face.
“Ewya has heard my prayers” You say as you continue to cry, Neteyam just holds you happy to see you again.
You let him go realizing Neteyam is alive “I’ll be back” You run outside and to the sully family they all look up confused because of how early it is “It’s Neteyam,” you say out of breath “hes alive.”
Neytiri jumps up and runs to the hut and is greeted by a sight she never thought she would see again her son sitting up looking at her “Neteyam…thank you all mother.”
The rest of the sullys pool into the room excited to see their brother and son, you turn to leave to find your mother and tell her the news.
That’s night at dinner everyone was happy and talking and laughing amongst themselves you found Neteyam.
“Neteyam,” you say as you look at him “i want to show you something” her gets up and follows you far away from the village.
You sat down and he does the same he then turns to look at you “What are we doing out here?” you didn’t say a word instead just looking out at the sea tears filled your eyes he moved closer and placed his hand on your thigh you cried at the thought that you almost lost him “You can tell me anything you know this Y/n” you turned to him.
“You don’t understand I almost lost you,” you say as you looked at him he held you face in one hand “i-i thought you went to be with ewya” You said looking away from him he turned you’re head gently to face him “I would never leave you.”
You smiled slightly “Maybe so but you don’t make the choice” He didn’t understand at first but then once he did he kissed your forehead “I may not have a choice but it’s up to Ewya,” he rested his forehead against yours “but Ewyas choice was to let me stay here.”
You looked down at his torso and noticed the blood still on the cloth wrapped around him “Here sit” You say as you pulled out a new cloth you keep on you at all time incase something happens he sat down and let you change the cloth.
“Just please don’t scare me like that again,” you sighed “and don’t do anything risky like again i do not know what i would do if i lost you Neteyam” He didn’t say a word and just let you continue in silence.
You both headed back to the village and your mother instructed that he was to stay inside the hut until he was able to move how he normally would just so the somewhat scar doesn’t rip open and so he’s closer to their hut so she could get to him faster incase anything was to happen.
The two of you sat there in the hut together just enjoying being in each others presence you kissed his face to which he smiled to then you kissed his lips Neteyam doing the same back to you you two then rest your foreheads on each other’s and close your eyes
“oel ngati kameie” (i see you).
I decided to try a new pov instead of first person idk which on i like better if i’m honest but we’ll see
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strniohoeee · 3 months
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i need one with chris who gets all shy like a little girl in love everything reader is there so she takes courage and kisses him
Butterflies
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Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Chris can’t seem to control his emotions around Y/N. After an awkward encounter who will make the first move?☔️
Warning⚠️: NONEEEE. It’s pretty short, but it’s cute or whatever 🤭
Song for the imagine: Talk 2 U- Brent Faiyaz
You don’t need champagne
You’d rather be held tight and maintained
I wanna know everything about you
But first I gotta talk to you
Chris POV
Everything about her…..she made me nervous. I never got nervous around a girl. I mean I talked to a lot of women. I would classify myself as a pro, but with Y/N it was hard.
Her smile, her hair, her eyes, the dimple on her left cheek that showed when she laughed or smiled, the way she tilted her head to listen to you. All of it….it made me anxious with these feelings…I don’t even know honestly
Ask anyone around me. I found all that love shit cringey and embarrassing. I would never be down bad like that for anybody, but my mind started to question that feeling whenever I saw Y/N.
I’ve known of her for two years now. She’s Larrays best friend. When we started hanging out with Larray he brought her around, and soon she became best friends with Nick.
At first it wasn’t an issue, but the more she started to come around the more nervous I got. For a while I played it cool, but then it got extremely difficult.
Especially when we would be left alone, or she’d come over and talk to me. She probably thought I was some immature idiot and felt pity towards me. If my brothers and I ever went out and Y/N was there I’d often not say hi. Pretending I didn’t see her until she came up to me, or my brothers and Larray went up to her as a group.
I could never speak to her alone….embarrassed I’d make a fool of myself. This wasn’t like me, and I started to question who I truly was.
Currently we’re at a house party that Larray threw for the launch of his fragrance line. There were a lot of people here, but nothing unbearable. It was actually a lot of people we all knew.
“You seem nervous” Larray said laughing at me
“Oh…um no I’m good” I said nodding at him
“He is nervous about Y/N showing up” Matt said laughing
“Shut the fuck up” I said smacking Matt
“Why? Just talk to her” Larray said
“He’s scared she’ll think he’s a weirdo” Nick said
“Oh? Y/n?? Never I’m sure she’s head over heels for you” Larray said laughing, but this gave me some false hope
“Just talk to her, oh look she’s coming over” Nick said
“Y/NNNNN” Larray yelled and gave her a hug
“Hiiiii” she yelled and hugged him back
She started to talk with Matt and Nick while Larray walked away to grab a drink. It got quiet so I decided to speak up
“Hi Y/N” I said looking at her
“Oh hi Chris. I didn’t see you there” she said smiling at me
I couldnt even respond to that….she doesn’t even see me. My chances are done.
“Well um I’m going to make my rounds. I’ll see yall around” she said and waved bye to us
“Chris what the fuck was that” Matt said
“Yeah that was painful to watch” Nick said laughing
“Shut up I got nervous okay” I said shaking my head
“Tonight’s your one chance to shoot your shot before one of these other guys get to her first” Matt said
“I don’t know” I said standing up and walking away from my brothers
I had been wandering around the party when I decided to go upstairs to use the bathroom. After coming out I decided to sit in one of the empty bedrooms. The party becoming too much for me
Suddenly I heard the door open and someone came in
“This rooms ta-“ I began to say as I turned around, but locked eyes with Y/N
“Oh sorry” I said shaking my head
“There you are stranger. Where have you been” she said smiling at me
“I’ve been around, but I just needed a break from the party” I told her
“Yeah same” she said walking over to the bed and sitting down
“So…” I began to state but she cut me off
“Listen I’m sorry for saying I didn’t see you back there. I mean I didn’t you were so quiet, but I know it came off rude” she said shaking her head
“Oh no it’s okay! I was being pretty quiet” I said waving at her
“Okay good I didn’t want you to think I hate you or anything, because I don’t” she said looking at me
“I didn’t think that” I said laughing and walking over to the bed sitting next to her
“You’re a nice guy Chris. We should hang out more” she said looking at me
“Uhh yeah yeah” I said
“I mean I’m not forcing you, we don’t have to” she said putting her hands up in defense
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to come off rude. I would love to hang out with you” I said shaking my head
“Perfect! We’ll plan a date… I MEAN DAY we’ll plan a day” she said getting nervous
Her nervousness makes me feel better. I laughed a bit and nodded my head
“Sounds good to me” I said still laughing a bit
“So uhh how’s the party going” I said mentally smacking myself
“Chris” she said laughing
I looked over at her, and suddenly she leaned in. Our lips crashing together in a well needed kiss
Her hand caressing my cheek as my right hand laid on her left knee. Our breathing became heavier as we deepened the kiss.
We pulled away and she smiled at me. Standing up she looked at me
“I’ll see you umm Friday at 8? Meet me here” she said
“Yeah of course” I said looking over at her
“Well umm have a goodnight, and I’ll see you in a few days” she said standing by the door
“Yes for our date. I MEAN-“ I cut myself off
“Yes Chris for our date” she said giggling and stepping out shutting the door behind her
I leaned back on the bed running my hands through my hair. Did I really just kiss the girl of my dreams? And do we really have a date on Friday??
All I had to do was talk to her….insanity
The End
I know this one was short, but I found it cute! I hope you enjoyed and thank you all for the support. I LOVE YALLLL🥹🖤🖤
-J💅🏽
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haet-sal · 10 months
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An Attic Affair//Younghoon x reader smut
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Since the Kim brothers moved in, your life has been hell. Sunwoo took over your room and made you sleep in the attic, and Younghoon… well, you don’t mind seeing him. What makes it hellish is that you’re incredibly attracted to him, and he doesn’t even seem to notice you.
Tags: stepbrother smut, KINKY fingering scene (but who cares youre already fucking your stepbrother), he calls u a 'SLUT', scene of watching porn + lots of masturbating, PERV!hoon+sunwoo (panty-stealing & ogling), perv!you, hoon calls himself "oppa" once, unprotected🤷‍♀️, BULLY!Sunwoo, hoon is VERY NICE to you
W.c.: 5.5k
Excerpt; “Don’t worry,” he says, “oppa learnt a lot about making dumb little bunnies like you cum. I bet I can make you cum… hmm…” He flicked your nub, making you squeal. “... with just a flick of my finger.” He’s still laughing at how you were trying to compose yourself, and failing.
~~
“Move over, idiot.” Sunwoo pushed you out of your high chair, and sits down with his breakfast. The same way he pushed you out of your room.
“You decided last week that that was your seat,” you say, pointing to the chair across from you two.
Sunwoo grunts. “I’m sorry, we have ‘permanent’ seats in this house?”
Your mother says it’s just the thing with having siblings now, you’ve been an only child so you don’t know how to share—why couldn’t you be more like the Kim brothers? When Sunwoo calls her ‘mom’ your mother just goes nuts with pride, so when he asked her, “mom can I please have Y/N’s room, it’s so much bigger,” she immediately gave it to him.
You couldn’t even move to the guest room, because it was now taken over by the older brother, Hoonie—who had moved into an apartment in the city, he didn’t even live here—but they wanted to keep his room and stuff there, so you had to settle for… the attic. Bullied out of a bed by Kim Sunwoo, who in the eyes your mother could do no wrong.
It wasn’t enough that he saw you battling with attic dust and cramped space every time you came down out of a ladder for breakfast, Sunwoo had to take everything else from you—your seat at any table, your laptop because his kept ‘freezing’, any alone-time you could get—and still wasn’t satisfied. Sunwoo was a bully. You didn’t know how your mother couldn’t see it.
You didn’t hate all the Kims, though. Your new stepdad was a great guy, the perfect fit to your mother’s jigsaw puzzle of a heart, and Younghoon…
You didn’t hate Younghoon. You didn’t even know how someone could begin to hate Younghoon. You first met him wearing some shabby Christmas sweater, but on the day of the wedding, he had a suit on…
You got cake frosting in your nose staring at Younghoon back at the wedding. You didn’t understand how fabric could be so sinful, more sinful than nakedness, how the thin white silk shirt hugged his chest, and the length of his legs exaggerated by the tailored pants… Younghoon was like a vision of a dream you couldn’t get enough of. Thank God he lived in the city, away from you, or you would have committed multiple crimes.
As you were staring Sunwoo down at the breakfast table, the front door suddenly opens, and two long legs strided into the dining room, to your surprise—Younghooon is in the kitchen, picking out muscats out of a bowl. “Hey, appa. Hey, mom.” Younghoon had started calling your mother ‘mom’ too, to your disdain. “I got a break from my job, and my roommate’s got his girlfriend over the whole time, so I thought I’d just come see you guys. Surprise?”
He takes a seat beside you until you’re sandwiched between both brothers. Your mom shot a look at you—“Sweetie, let them sit together, they haven’t seen each other in a while.”
Once again pushed out of your seat, you frowned, only Younghoon goes: “that’s alright, we’ll let her eat in peace.” He shot a look at Sunwoo. “You haven’t been more of an evil bastard, have you?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” But Younghoon was only there for the attic thing, and not the laptop-borrowing and all the bullying that’s been going on.
~
You knew Sunwoo was a bit of a perv to other people, but… he wouldn’t steal your panties, would he? It’s weird, because it happens sporadically—once when you still kept your clothes in your old room, and right now. It’s just that he took your favorite lacey, pretty-pink-and-yellow ones, so it’s hard to not notice.
You rifled through your closet in the attic trying to find the missing panties. You thought you’d wear them, just because Younghoon’s around and you need your intimates to feel sexy. But they’re nowhere around.
Sunwoo couldn’t have, right? He’s not that sick. But who else could have? Certainly not Younghoon, who only ever even smiles at you out of obligation.
You won’t confront Sunwoo, though, just to not embarrass the both of you. He’d just deny it anyway… And currently he was hogging the bathroom just because he knew you were planning to shower.
You’re clutching your change of clothes to your chest as you knock on the bathroom door, trying to word your commands as sweetly as you could: “Sunwoo, I need to shower before my appointment!”
“You can’t rush me,” he retorted. “I’m doing my 16-step skin care routine.”
“Sun—” Your yell got interrupted, as you froze on your spot, to see a half-naked Younghoon with a towel around his waist, coming up to you.
“Oh,” he says in realization. “You were waiting on him, too? Then you can go first—”
“No!” you gasped. “No, you should—if he decides to come out, that is.”
“Hey, it’s your home,” he offered with a friendly smile.
The door swung open, and Sunwoo marches out, also half naked but ineffective on your psyche. You knew he only came out because he heard Younghoon, not because he finally felt some pity for you.
“16 step skincare routine?” Younghoon says with a sing-song.
“It’s how I keep my face baby-soft, loser.”
“Looks rougher than those basketballs you throw around to me.”
Wordlessly, Sunwoo reaches for the towel around Younghoon’s waist, and pulls it towards him, laughing maniacally as it comes off, and he throws it into the air before exiting the scene. You turn away from both boys, staring off, holding a scream inside your throat.
“Hey,” Younghoon says with a laugh, “Y/N, it’s fine. I had boxers on.”
“Wh–What? Oh.” You bat your eyes until you’re seeing clearly; Younghoon had boxers on, those baggy plaid boxers perfect for lounging around if he were living alone.
You imagined him on the couch, absentmindedly watching the TV, manspreading, the outline of his dick thick and dark in the shadows it casted. He’d reach under the waistband of those boxers, eyes still fixated on the TV in front of him, and start palming his cock, until it grows pink and needy—
You drop your change of clothes you had just thinking of it, and Younghoon looks dumbfounded. As you both reach out to grab them off the carpeted floor, Younghoon’s body ends up so close to you, half naked, almost like a side-hug. You feel his chest against yours, body so warm and real and solid.
He’s so hot. You pull away. “Um, you should shower first,” you offered. “You’re… older, and all.” You ran back to your attic screaming internally.
Brother, you tell yourself, that’s your step brother. Jeez, please, chill out, Y/N!
But you just felt his naked chest against your body, like if he were holding you in bed—
What bed! You groan. You were sitting on the mattress in the attic with your towel and clothes, waiting for Younghoon to finish showering. You willed yourself to not think of what he looked like naked—you’ve already seen enough. A whole lot. And still it wasn’t enough or you?!
~
“It’s so perfect that Younghoon’s here!” your mom starts to say. You’re confused. Why? “I wouldn’t have trusted you two here, but with your big brother here, maybe me and your stepdad can go on a trip!”
Sunwoo just grunts in response. You’re aghast—not that you didn’t trust Younghoon, but even your mother wouldn’t defend you against Sunwoo’s raids—how would Younghoon?
But the older boy grinned at your two parents. “You two should have fun, mom and appa,” he said. “We’ll take care of the house.”
~~
Your parents were packing for the trip, as they hurriedly booked a hotel with a lakeside view. You sat on the bed in the master bedroom, helping your mother with her luggage. “Do you have to go?” You couldn’t bear thinking about what Sunwoo would be like if some adults weren’t around.
“Younghoon’s here,” your mom assured you.
The said man was currently leading against the door frame talking to his dad about sunglasses, and if they were gonna swim in the lake. You sighed, dreamily staring at him. Just all the fun you couldn’t have… From downstairs, you could hear Sunwoo loudly playing fifa.
“Younghoon’s very responsible,” says your step dad. “He was resident advisor back in college!”
“Nah.” Younghoon scoffed cooly. Since returning to town, he had cut his hair the way wall street brokers do—clean cut, full forehead showing, dark brown hair pushed aside. The perfect son-in-law look, too bad your mother already calls him son. “Resident advisors are assholes on power trips. I was just the guy that helped deal with them.” He grinned, shooting you a look. “Hey, young lady, before I forget, I brought you a present.”
You raise your eyebrow in confusion, gingerly following him out to the former guest room—which was better than Sunwoo’s current one, and big enough for two people. You’d be mad at both brothers, if only Younghoon wasn’t so goddamn nice.
“Here.” He handed you a neatly folded burgundy-brown hoodie, incredibly similar to the one he wears to bed. You couldn’t control yourself from bringing it to your nose, and it smells like him, freshly taken out of his luggage, where it had laid folded next to his cologne and aftershave. So heavenly, boyish, sexy. It felt like hugging him.
“Thanks!” you chirped to Younghoon. “You’re the nicest.” The hoodie was a medium version of the oversized one he wore to bed. It’s disgusting to make a coupling joke with your step brother, so you don’t.
You looked back at the luggage it had come from, and you just… thought of something. Wouldn’t it be so cool, if you could have Younghoon’s actual, well-worn clothes? Like one of his soft giant shirts? Something that was just entirely his?
You’re so stupid. But it’s just a crush—you just needed to get over it. Right?
Well, you thought, if Sunwoo could (allegedly) steal your panties, you could take Younghoon’s shirt.
~~
While Younghoon and Sunwoo had dinner on the empty first floor—your parents had left already, adding to the stillness—you had an amazing idea. A horrible, perverted idea, but amazing nevertheless.
You open the door to Younghoon’s room ajar so it didn’t creak, and rifled through his bag. Where was it, the pristine-bleached white shirt, with the badge on it, that makes Younghoon look like an Abercrombie model? Your hands brush against the cold glass of his cologne, and you bring it out to sniff the top.
Like a creep. At least you weren’t sniffing underwear or something, ew—it was just cologne. Expensive french cologne.
Everything in his luggage was oversized and therefore too conspicuous if you take it away, so you decided to go through his unfolded just-dried laundry, which he had just done. Going through the first couple items… something flimsy and lacey fell out of it.
You thought you knew what it looked like, so you grab it from off the floor. Your panties, the ones you lost. What was it doing here… You felt embarrassed by the thought of Younghoon seeing your panties, so you just pocket it, thinking it got mixed in from the washing machine—ugh! That’s so embarrassing.
Under the pile, you find the white shirt you were looking for, and giddily take it away. He’d just think it had gotten lost somewhere, right?
You take it and threw it up the attic, ready for whatever you were going to do with it. Emphasis on whatever.
You go back downstairs to greet the brothers like nothing happened, you knew you had to do their dishes soon, which you think was your duty—only, Younghoon is pressuring Sunwoo to do them.
“You can’t just not wash your own plate, loser.”
“Why not? I let our dear little sister wash them, all the time,” Sunwoo says with a laugh.
“Sunwoo…” Younghoon sounded like he was losing patience. “Be nice to y/n.”
“No,” Sunwoo retorted, “why should I?”
“You wouldn’t do this if you didn’t like her, though,” Younghoon said in a scolding, all-knowing tone. “If she was ugly you’d leave her alone—you’re too obvious. Have some respect for the person that gave up their room just so you could jack off in it.”
You could see Sunwoo’s face, but from the back you could see that he literally flinched, stepping backwards out of instinct. Younghoon didn’t care. “Now I’ll wash the dishes for tonight, but tomorrow you’ve got no excuses, okay?”
Sunwoo didn’t dare storm away, but he got out of the kitchen as fast as he could; you hid yourself behind the stairs until his footsteps disappeared into your old room.
You felt semi-bad about causing a fight between the brothers, so you gingerly approach Younghoon at the sink, where he was getting the water ready, and offered to fill in for him. “I… usually do those,” you say softly. “Let me?”
“Don’t worry about the dishes,” Younghoon assured you with a smile, “I’ll wash them—or Sunwoo will wash them. For this week, just relax, can you do that for me?”
He reacted to your surprised expression by ruffling your hair like you were a little kid, and then avoided your body to grab the dish-washing gloves.
Can you do that for me? Jesus, it sounds like ‘can you do that for daddy?’ like in every porn you’ve seen before. The way Younghoon stood up for you gave you a knot in your stomach, and not even the bad kind, which you were so concerned about.
Now you feel extra bad for what you were planning to do with his shirt.
~~~
You type in ‘stepbrother’ into the search box, already cringing, toes curled and fists clenched. Eww, you did not want to do this, but your neanderthal brain was telling you otherwise.
The guy in the video is a white guy, so different from Younghoon, but soon he’s feeling up his costar, while she pretends to be unaware. You wondered what you would do if Younghoon did that to you, although he wouldn’t. He was just so clean-cut, and didn't seem to have a hint of perversion in his head.
You started to think of Younghoon’s cock in those plaid boxers again, the thickness of the shaft, the whole head of it, although left to your imagination it grew hot in your mind; you started closing your eyes and teasing your clit with just one finger, thinking more about Younghoon than concentrating on the porn, until it was just a mess of moans to you and it was Younghoon acting it out with you, in your head.
“Yeah, you like your stepbrother’s cock that much?”
You grabbed the shirt now, the fabric thin from being so well-worn, and stuffed the fabric in your mouth, the scent of it—Younghoon’s smell, his detergent and after-shave and just him—around your face reminiscent of what it would be like if he were gagging you, three fingers in your mouth— “shh. You wouldn’t want mom and dad to catch us, would you?” You shivered already, toes curling as the thought of him fills you up the way your fingers filled your cunt up.
With the video still playing, you toyed with yourself mercilessly, as if you were trying to get a rise out of yourself, moans perfectly muffled by the shirt that there was no way either step brother could hear from downstairs.
You came to the thought of Younghoon, his kind eyes turning feral as he watched you this way, hand inside your soaked panties and your pajamas unbuttoned that he could see your chest; you imagined him standing over the mattress, watching like a freakishly tall stalker.
When you open your eyes, he’s not here, and the audio plays blaringly from your headphones as the actors crash into each other, less chemistry than you and Younghoon had. You spit the shirt out of your mouth, his scent still lingering.
“Ah, I love your fat cock!” “Yeah, your tiny cunt is squeezing all my milk out of me—”
You hurriedly close the tab, cringing. Ew, did people actually talk like that during sex? You’d only had it once—the one time you lost your virginity to some kid named Soobin in college—and it was done in complete silence and whispers and coos, nothing like the pornographic monstrosity.
You quickly delete your history from your laptop, in case Sunwoo comes to borrow it again—imagine if he’d found stepbrother porn in your history. He’d get the wrongest idea in the world.
Or what if Sunwoo figured it out? That you were head-over-pussy in love with the older Kim? That would be so fucked up, a new way for him to torment you. You could never let him figure it out.
~
“I’m having a party,” Sunwoo tells you, as if it wasn’t obvious from the way he was setting up food and beer and one-use cups. He toiled with a beer bottle in one hand, wondering if he should start drinking before anyone even got there. “Just don’t be here because I don’t want my friends making comments about you, or anything. Also, help me set up the chips table first.”
“You’re not in high school anymore, idiot,” you replied, having half a mind to slap the chips bowl out of his hands. But then he’d just make you clean it up. “And I’m not Cinderella to help you with a party I’m not even allowed to go to.”
“Okay, attic rat.” Sunwoo was fluffing up pillows. “Just be gone when they get here, understood?”
You looked around the house—Younghoon had left to meet his friends, and wasn’t there to defend you, and maybe Sunwoo is right, maybe you should haul out, you didn’t want his friends making comments about you, either.
You shot Sunwoo an indignant look, though. “Go fuck yourself.”
“That’s no way to talk to your brother.” He drinks the pre-party beer.
~
When Younghoon comes home from having coffee with his friends (Jacob and Kevin), it’s late and his house is up in lights and loud with Sunwoo’s new age rap blasting from the speakers, and the smell of alcohol and weed overwhelmed his every sense to the point that he could taste it.
He found his brother smoking with a girl in the back porch, and immediately dragged him back into the house by the nape of his neck, leaving the girl stranded there. “You threw a party?”
“I haven’t had the house to myself since forever—”
“All you gotta do is move out, you sock.” Younghoon looked around the house. “Where’s Y/N? You know if your troublemaker friends see her, it’s gonna be a whole thing.”
“She’s been gone since I told her we were having a party, I think,” says Sunwoo. “I told her to get lost, anyway.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Younghoon chides under his breath, but Sunwoo goes back to drinking his beer out of a used cup like he didn't hear him.
The party was continuing downstairs, and the 2nd floor was more deserted. Sunwoo’s loud rap music seemed to die down slowly as Younghoon got on the 2nd floor… and then started to unlatch the ladder towards the attic.
The sounds muted down completely once he’s in, and he quickly pulled the ladder back up to cover his traces, and also so no one could follow him and interrupt.
He started his routine of rifling through your underwear drawer, last time he got lucky with those pretty pink panties, so now he wanted something else, something just as precious and sweet that makes him cold-sweat from the tension in his lower belly. From the moonlight streaming in from the skylight, he finds a pair of panties, white with a ribbon on them, pretty but cotton instead of lace, and he decides, as good as any other. Younghoon brought it up to his nose, and smelled only the detergent and fabric softener, and not a sense of you.
Needing you desperately, he heads over to the bed, thinking of lying on the same mattress as you, trying to think of what you’d look like all these nights when you touched yourself, whatever you touched yourself to. He crawled on his hands and knees onto the mattress, thumbing over the panties like he would with your skin, until nipples hardened and tight little warm walls twitched.
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You were awoken as you felt movement on the other side of the mattress. You’d fallen into a deep sleep since Sunwoo told you to get lost, thinking you’d crash at a friend’s for the night, but you’d fallen asleep even through the party. Goddamn it. Now who was in your bed?
You rolled over, until you were nose-to-nose with Kim Younghoon himself.
You screamed. “Younghoon?! What are you doing here?” But your bodies were so tangled in your sheets that he couldn’t get away from you, and was in fact actually tied together, you basically on top of him.
“Y—Y/n!”
“What is that you’re holding?” you ask; it’s too small to be a phone. Unless… no way.
Younghoon tries to shake off the feeling, but he’s still frozen in his flight responses, frozen while you touched him and wrestled the fabric out of his fists.
“My panties?!”
Busted. Younghoon’s face was heating up, even if you couldn’t see it in the dark. “I–I was—” he started. “Uh, just… going through your laundry?”
You’re the one frozen now, and Younghoon quickly disentangled himself from the sheets, uncovering the little white mass stuck in the foot of the mattress—holy shit. “Is that my shirt?!”
He picked it up. “It’s stained.” You have no words, so Younghoon looks back at you, grinning maniacally. “Were you being naughty?”
It’s horrible how his entire demeanor could change in a second. Under the blankets, he started to touch you, not even a little shy, grabbing you close by the waist so horribly hot and warm. “Ah, so you were cumming to the thought of me, your step-brother?”
“I—I’m sorry!” you squeaked. “Wait, my panties—are you—are we…?!”
“Do you want me?” Younghoon asks, voice dropping several octaves just so hoarse and sexy. In the dark, he stared at your form with glinting eyes. “I do,” he says when you wouldn’t. “I want you so, so… bad…” His fingers crawled up your bare thighs—you were wearing just a night dress, flimsy and short.
“You don’t even notice me,” you huffed.
Younghoon scoffed it off, although he looked concerned. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said, “plus your mom and my dad wouldn’t have liked it if I kept staring at your legs, like Mr. Obvious downstairs. Although, I did stare, when you were just too… juicy to look away from.”
You’re aroused, it showed. “R–really?” you squeaked, trying to keep your hands to yourself. He was still wearing his outside clothes, a button down and actual tailored pants. He smelled like his normal cologne, too.
“You’re a sick, sick, girl, you know? Wanting to be noticed by your step brother…” His free hand cupped your face to make you face him, harsh against your skin. He hummed, as if deriving pleasure just from touching you. “But don’t worry, I won’t punish you or anything. You know I’m the nice one.”
“Younghoon…” Your hands go up to press against his shirt, although not pushing him away, yet.
You hear him hum again, this time with a little giggle. His hand is trailing up your bare thighs, now landing between your legs, at the very core where all the heat and pulsation were coming from… He prods it with just one long middle finger, rubbing against the nub and the slit—although it doesn’t catch your clit to stimulate you, the lewdness of your step dad’s son's hand behind on your bare cunt was doing enough.
“No panties,” he observed with a cocky laugh. “And wet. What, were you dreaming about me?”
You moaned his name again. “Please…” Your hands went to his shirt and grasped onto a bunch of the fabric, like pornstars grabbing on bedsheets. You could feel his heart, and despite his demeanor, it’s pounding so hard in his chest.
“How many fingers do you think you’re ready for?” he asked.
“Um… two.” That’s a good number to start. His fingers are long and thin, but bigger than yours anyway.
“Hmm, you are tight.” He was prodding you with one finger, and when he enters, two fingers in you—it’s almost too tight in you, too much, too soon. Stuffed up inside you, so foreign.
“Don’t worry,” he says, “oppa learnt a lot about making dumb little bunnies like you cum. I bet I can make you cum… hmm…” He flicked your nub, making you squeal. “... with just a flick of my finger.” He’s still laughing at how you were trying to compose yourself, and failing.
Suddenly the door to the attic unlatches, the stairs springing down. Your goddamn attic wasn’t lock-able, from either side. Goddamn it. Younghoon stops everything, his free hand coming up to cup your mouth, eyes wide in alarm. “Shh,” he whispers to you.
It was a couple of Sunwoo’s friends. “I don’t know if I want to go up,” one guy was saying. “There’s spiders, and it’s Kim Sunwoo’s house—who knows what kind of monstrosities he has lying around?”
“You want to do it in his parents’ room?” This was another guy.
Younghoon’s fingers were still inside of you, and slowly, they begin to curl, uncurl, curl… You suppress a moan by biting down on your tongue, but the guttural sounds threatened to spill out of your throat.
To silence you, Younghoon hurriedly planted a kiss to your lips, tongue fighting its way in and taking over yours, when you moan it’s right into his mouth, the sound getting muffled and tortured and he kisses you with more force. His fingers up inside of you are now working faster.
You think you’d scream if he didn’t stop—or also stopped—you shut your legs, but his long, veined arms are persistently still stuck and working between your thighs. When you open your eyes, you see the moonlight catch in his fanged teeth—he’s laughing soundlessly at your plight.
“This is creepy,” the partiers were saying. “I’m high, anyway, I think I’d fall of the ladder if I tried.”
“Right. We’ll go to his parents’ bedroom—if someone hadn’t beat us here.”
Younghoon looked at you, releasing you—both hands now away from you, body pinned against yours. The ladder was still down, the light from down the stairs spilling upwards.
“We should close…” you started to say.
He kissed the back of your ears, one hand pinning your arm down. “Mmm… I like knowing someone could walk in…”
“Hoon, we’re not meant to be doing this, we’ll get in trouble. You’re my step brother.” Now you really sounded like a pornvid reciting its lines.
Younghoon shushed you, parting your legs with his knee. Your bare pussy under his legs, you couldn’t help yourself from grinding against his thigh. “Such a bad girl,” he remarked in a strained voice. “Ah.” He lifted your leg up higher, and took himself out, rubbing the head against your cunt. “You want it?” His voice was still deep from whispering.
You simply nod.
“Use your words…”
“I… I want you to fuck me.”
“Tell me how much of a bad girl you are,” he says, tone still teasingly tantalizing. “Tell me how much you want your big step brother’s cock buried inside you.”
“I want my step brother’s cock in me, I’m so bad. I’m so… hnng, fuck…” You couldn’t reach the bed sheets, so you just grab Younghoon’s shirt again. You were making an untidy mess of his outside clothes, although he still had hair still perfectly parted like for an event, he looks amazing. And he’s inside of you, buried all the way, he zaps his head away from you just to make a guttural grunt. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so bad, you… you know that?” He pulls out, only to slam back in, and you squealed.
“Already? I haven’t even…” He’s now obeying the urgency in your eyes before you can even say ‘faster’. He’s quick and fast and thick and hard in you, and he’s starting to break out in sweat just from the heat of it all.
He tears the rest of the blankets away from your bodies so he could thrust into your pussy easier. You just hear his panting, and just to silence himself, he bites down on your shoulders, and up your neck. You hear “hnngg, yeah~” out of his lips, like he was having a hard time controlling his own pleasure spilling out from him.
You moaned. “Sunwoo’s gonna see these…”
“And think you’re a slut that fucked one of his friends,” Younghoon says. “Is that what you are? A dumb little whore that just spreads her legs for everybody?”
“N—no!” You’re doing everything just to not scream, but it’s excruciating holding it in. “I’m n–not a slut. I’m just a slut for—for you, Hoon…”
Younghoon laughed. “Is that right?”
He switched the position to missionary, holding you underneath him as he pounded your poor cunt, the same way he imagined he would when he was masturbating with your panties. You hear his strained panting again, his lovebites still stinging along your neck. You threw your head back and moaned.
“So, so wet… baby…” It grew sloppier, with sounds of the wetness of your cunt and his precum, disgustingly mixing. Younghoon fucked you harder now, knowing he had to pull out soon. “Fuck… fuck!”
Your hands crawl up from under his shirt, scratching his back. He was so big, every part of him… you sink your nails into his waist. “Ugh, Hoonie…”
He hurriedly took himself out of you, panting, to spill his seed on your stomach. You still had your nightdress on, and the cum got on it, white against white… It’s almost beautiful, a ruin of your innocence. It satisfied Younghoon enough, that he just fell back into the mattress beside you, catching his breath. “I’m… sorry…” he said. “Ugh, I feel like such a bad man.”
You wiped it off your belly with the dress, and then took it off. “No, I liked it,” you reassured him. You put the dress away into the laundry basket, and put on the hoodie that he’d given you, grinning at him. He had his eyes closed, slowly feeling the post-ejeculation clarity.
You crawled over and shut the latch, blocking it with a box so no one could come in. “Seriously, though… Sunwoo might see your hickies,” you say.
“Let him.”
“I don’t want him to call me a slut, to add to everything else he calls me.” There was a truthful sting in your voice that Younghoon felt the pain. He gathered you in his arms, until you were just cradled so tiny in his chest.
“Shh, it’s alright.” Younghoon kissed the side of your face again. “I’ll take care of you, okay? You’ll sleep in my arms tonight.”
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“What the hell is that?” Sunwoo demanded at the breakfast table, cups still scattered around the kitchen counter.
“What the hell is what?”
“You got laid last night?”
“Kinda weird that you notice it when you can’t even get your eyes to open from the hangover,” you pointed out, “are you in love with me that much?”
He stuttered. The first time Kim Sunwoo had ever stuttered in his life, although maybe the hangover was giving him a brain fog. “Shut up.”
Younghoon was cutting you strawberries in heart shaped cutters and frying pancakes on another pan. He watched you out of the corner of his eyes, smiling to himself.
“Hey,” Sunwoo whines when Younghoon makes two portions—one for himself and one for you—and leaves him out. “Where’s mine?”
Younghoon pinched your thigh under the table, the way he did last night… you threw your head back and moaned a little from the pain.
“Whatever!” Sunwoo groaned. “I’ll probably just vomit everything back up, anyway—I’m gonna nap.”
As soon as he turned his back, Younghoon inched closer to you on the seat, lips attached to the same place he had sucked hickies on. “This is so fun,” he giggled. “And just the beginning of the whole of it.”
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Who wants part 2 where you fuck sunwoo too!! Tell me if i should write it ahahahhaa
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Surprise Arrival
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Pairing - Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x sister!reader
Word count - 1,464
Warnings - mentions of bad familial relationships, little bit of angst, mostly fluff
Summary - after turning up on Mickey's doorstep one night, you finally get to meet the Daggers
A/N - hey y'all it's been a while but here's a new fic! I really hope I did this request justice. I've never written for Mickey before so it was definitely new territory so I just hope it was good enough somehow. I won't ramble but as per y'all please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!
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While Mickey Garcia, better known by his callsign Fanboy, was one of the more talkative of the Daggers. They didn’t know a lot about his private life. He could talk for days on end about Star Wars and Star Trek and debate various topics on both franchises, but he never chose to be completely open about things that happened in his life outside of work.
What the Daggers didn’t know about Mickey was that he had grown up with a rocky relationship with his parents. He loved and respected them, but he soon figured out they didn’t extend a similar courtesy to him, especially when he told them about how he applied to the Naval Academy. The worst part of it all was having to leave his little sister behind when he moved out. You were the one person he was closest to in the family, and he hated leaving you behind, but he made sure to stay in regular contact with you, so you maintained the strong sibling bond you had.
Then one evening you showed up at his front door.
You hadn’t given Mickey any kind of warning that you were going to do such a thing. He had just heard a knock at the door and gone to answer it, assuming it was Reuben coming around to check in on Mickey like he did occasionally but instead he was greeted with the sight of you behind the door, teary-eyed and a bag slung over your shoulder.
“y/n? What are you doing here?” Mickey asks, eyes wide in confusion as he peeks out the door, expecting to see you with someone else.
“Can I come in, please?” You ask quietly, voice evidently thick with the tears you’re trying to hold back. Mickey doesn’t respond with words, just opening the door wider and ushering you inside when he hears the slight pattering of rain against the pavement.
“Okay, you gotta tell me what’s up? How’d you even afford a flight out here?” Mickey asks the moment you’re in the house, taking your bag and setting it down while you sit yourself on the sofa, winding your arms around your middle as if to protect yourself.
“I’ve been saving up money from my job for a while now. I couldn’t bear to stay there any longer it’s like they’ve gotten ten times more unbearable since you left, and I can’t handle it, Mickey. Please let me stay with you. I can’t go back.” You explain, looking at your older brother with tear-filled eyes that break his heart as he listens to what you have to say.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it had gotten that bad. Of course, you can stay. You’re my sister. And if they ask me if you’re here I can tell them you’re not if you don’t want them to know where you are.” Mickey says, moving to sit next to you on the sofa and watching carefully as you nod gratefully at his words before burying yourself into his side for a sudden hug he was quick to return.
A week after your sudden arrival, you had been settling into your new life. Mickey had managed to get into contact with your old school and arrange a transfer to a nearby school. Mickey had also noticed how much happier you were now that you were permanently living with him. However, despite all that, the Daggers still had no clue about your arrival. He had been declining regular hangouts outside of work with them in favour of spending time with you to make up for the time he lost. He felt slightly guilty for constantly turning down the Daggers since he was usually the one encouraging the others to hang out and now, he was hiding away. One day, Mickey decided to bring up the topic of meeting the Daggers to you.
“Hey y/n/n. How would you feel about meeting the people I work with? There’s no pressure if you don’t want to of course.” Mickey offers as the two of you eat dinner, carefully watching your reaction to gauge how you might feel about it.
“Are they nice?” Was your response, and Mickey nodded without hesitation.
“We tease each other sometimes but it’s in good fun. They’re practically my family. They’ll love you I can promise you that.” Mickey says, doing his best to explain how much the Daggers mean to him. You listen carefully to his words, staying silent for a moment after he finishes speaking before finally nodding your head.
“Okay. I’d like to meet them.” You say, giving your brother a small smile as he grins in response.
“I can’t wait for you to meet them.”
A few days later, the Daggers had arranged to meet at the Hard Deck for their weekly Friday hangout and Mickey had made sure to send you a message letting you know where they were meeting and at what time, making sure to let you know that you could arrive whenever.
“It’s been ages since you hung out with us, Fanboy. Did your lady dump you or something?” Javy jokes as he slaps Mickey on the back as the Daggers grab their first round of beers.
“My lady?” Mickey asks, glancing around at all the Daggers with a confused expression.
“You’ve been ditching us a lot lately, so we just assumed you got yourself a girl.” Jake shrugs as he lifts his beer bottle to his lips before taking a swig.
“No, it’s nothing like that at all. I’ll explain myself soon, I promise.” Mickey says quickly, internally cringing at the team’s assumptions. The team seem to back off then, muttering to themselves and drinking their beers as they all move over to the pool table.
Half an hour after the Daggers arrived at the Hard Deck, you arrived too. You enter the bar, carefully navigating around the groups of people as you search for your brother until you finally catch sight of him chatting with some people by the pool table and slowly make your way over to him.
“Hey, Mickey.” You greet as you reach him, smiling as he lights up, immediately grabbing you into a hug.
“You came!” Mickey exclaims happily, hugging you tight as the rest of the group becomes aware of the interaction.
“Who’s this Fanboy?” Someone asks as you pull away from the hug, instantly aware of the pairs of eyes watching you.
“This is y/n. She’s, my sister.” Mickey introduces you to the group, winding an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side as you smile sheepishly. At the introduction, the team bursts into questions, all talking over each other as they ask both you and Mickey various questions.
“Whoa calm down guys. If you let them speak maybe, you’ll actually get an explanation.” A voice says strongly as a woman with black hair steps forward, glancing around at the rest of the team who quickly quieten down, mumbling apologies.
“Thanks, Phoenix.” Mickey mumbles gratefully, smiling quickly at her before focusing his attention on the rest of his squadron.
“y/n has decided she wants to live out here with me. I know I never really told you guys anything about my family but that’s just because I didn’t feel like it had any place in our conversations.” Mickey explains, looking around at all the Daggers as they exchange looks before Bradley clears his throat and steps forward.
“You’re always welcome to talk to us about anything. Doesn’t matter what. We’re your team and we’ll always be there for you.” He says, clapping Mickey on the shoulder as Reuben takes a step towards you.
“Hey, there y/n. I’m Reuben, or Payback if you prefer. I’m your brother’s pilot.” He introduces himself, holding a hand out for you to shake which you do with a smile.
“So, you’re the one who has to put up with Mickey.” You say with a laugh as Reuben chuckles nodding his head, both of you ignoring Mickey’s faux gasp of shock.
“The one and only.” Reuben says before more of the Daggers step forward to introduce themselves to you and once the introductions are over, they integrate you into their conversations smoothly and you feel like you’ve known them much longer than you have.
“I think we should make y/n an unofficial member of the Daggers.” Jake says after you finish telling a story about growing up with Mickey as your older brother, which is soon followed by sounds of agreement from the rest of the Daggers. As you watched them all nodding and agreeing with Jake’s words, you felt your heart swelling with happiness as Mickey tugged you into a side hug, smiling down at you.
You had finally found your family.
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Misunderstanding
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Since you moved to paris two years ago , you couldn’t see your family as much as you wanted .
you always had something going on ;school ;work and lately your relationship , you still talk via texts and facetimes however it’s never the same as sitting down face to face and talking to each other.
With the start of your relationship you have now even less time than before and always felt guilty but with the distance between your family and you , you can’t really do anything to help it .
Today after you were supposed to go to your boyfriend’s game but because you had a bad luck , you accidently dropped coffee on your white pants and it left a big stain on it that’s why wearing white don’t suit you.
You went back home and took a shower while getting ready someone knocks on your house door , you’re not waiting for anyone so that’s was weird .
You go to opened but first you look through the secret eye and you don’t believe who you see so you open the door very fast to make sure from what or who you’re seeing
“y/n , did you miss me?” said your brother who had his arms opened for you to hug him which of course you did hug him, it’s been way too long since you saw him right Infront of you , both of you don’t know how long have you been hugging and who really breaks the hug
“how when what? I can’t even talk” you’re looking at him still not believing your eyes .
“aren’t you going to let me in?”
“yeah my bad, you must be exhausted, get inside” you said to him, rushing him in and closing the door behind you .
Your brother is sitting in the living room and you went to the kitchen “do you want to drink something? Are you hungry? I didn’t prepare anything, we can go out to eat if you feel like it”
“just waster would be fine, I don’t feel like eating”
 pouring water in glass to bring it to him and sit on the other couch
“so tell me everything, how come you’re here and why didn’t you tell me, I would’ve picked you from the airport”
“there is something called surprise, that what I did, I have a vacation for two weeks, I missed my little sister”
Talked about everything back home, about work, where you traveled and then he mentioned his break up with his girlfriend, how it was hard on him, you felt sorry for him but then you remembered the game you were supposed to attend.
Looking at the clock, only half hour left and if you left now you will be late.
“I was supposed to get out to watch my boyfriend’s game” you told your brother.
“your boyfriend is a footballer?” your brother asked
“yeah didn’t i tell you?”
“no I would’ve remembered if you did, if you want you can go, I need to shower and sleep anyways” he yawned and stretches .
“I won’t get in time, you can go and shower, I’ll get the guest room ready” both of you get up, him to the bathroom and you upstairs for the guest room.
You were half way done but get interrupted with the sound of the knocks on the door.
Hurrying to see who that is, “Neymar, what are you doing here?”
“Why are you surprised to see me? Oh wait I know why, you were supposed to come to watch the game and you didn’t” you feel the anger in his voice.
“I’m surprised because the game didn’t end yet” you tell him rolling your eyes.
“because the riff is stupid and gave a red card over nothing” you closed your eyes and sighed .
“why didn’t you come, I was looking for you most of the time and why are we still standing infront the door” he’s eyeing you
“because-“y/n” your brother voice interrupted you and now Neymar eyes is darting between you and your brother .
“are you kidding me?” Neymar looking at you, not believing what he saw.
“ney this is-“your boy toy” he said not waiting for you to finish your sentence, his anger is showing on his face and tone.
“don’t be stupid, this is-“stupid? I am the stupid one ? you have a dude standing with only a towel on his waist in your living room, calling your name” you look back at your brother, him not understanding what’s happening or what Neymar saying since both of you are not speaking in English .
“I can’t believe you’re cheating, you from all people didn’t expect you to do that” he turns to leave your doorway.
“he’s my fucking brother” you screamed at him
He stops in his way and turn back to you “why didn’t you tell me then”  “like you gave me any chance”
You turn to you brother “go wear something”
“no wait he’s your boyfriend ? Neymar ??” he says fanboying and goes to shack neymar’s hand
“I’m a big fan since you were in Barcelona” your brother surprising Neymar
“thank you” he tells him with a small smile.
“go and wear something” you say again
“right” your brother says and hurry upstairs .
“I’m sorry I didn’t come to your game but as you saw , I didn’t know my brother was coming, he surprised me thirty minutes before the game”   you closed the door now he is inside the house.
“I’m sorry for what I said” now he’s closer to you, holding your hand.
“you can’t just get mad and storm without hearing the other person” you shack your head at him .
“again I’m sorry , I was mad that I was sent off and couldn’t find you, you not answering my texts and then seeing a stranger half naked behind you, I couldn’t find it in me to think rationally” caressing your cheek
you hug him “as you said, I will never cheat, that’s not me”
“I know, I was ridicules” he kisses you softly on your lips for a few seconds
“forgive me?” he pulls back to look deeply into your eyes .
“I forgive you” this time you kiss him.
You hear your brother’s cough so you pull back away from the kiss .
“You didn’t tell me you’re dating a superstar”
“will now you know” you say smiling to him .
You get away from your boyfriend and now he is sitting with your brother and talking about football, his time with Barcelona.
You smiled to yourself, hearing what both of them saying about different players, Neymar even shared a few gossips with your brother about the past and some players.
Happy that they’re getting well with each other. You know in the future you’ll laugh about what happened .
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Fuck it, King Peppy analysis.
I see a *lot* of Peppy hate, and I get it, but I also have to break my silence. I really do not think he’s as bad as people say he is. In fact, I kind of like him! “But he lied about the strings!” “But he didnt rescue the snack pack!” “But he lied about Viva!”. And to that I say ladies and gentlemen, let me cook.
1. He lied about the strings. OF COURSE he did. Peppy knew three things: one, like Branch said, the strings coming together leads to fighting. Two, if Poppy knew there were other trolls, she’d immediately apply the cupcakes and rainbows and hugs method until they were besties. Three, the strings and ensuing fight+whatever Poppy was cooking would be too much for the tiny tiny Pop troll population to handle. They can’t fight, so they do what pop trolls do best, hide. That’s exactly what Peppy was trying to do. Next.
2. He didn’t go to rescue the snack pack in the first movie. First of all, mans is ancient. Second, someone needed to stay behind and watch the villagers while they were in Branch’s bunker. He’s not built for long ass physically intensive adventures, but he can run a village and hold authority and keep everything from being trashed completely, which he did. We can safely assume that the bunker was fine after the first movie and not completely destroyed, likely thanks to Peppy. If he hadn’t stayed behind and kept everyone in check, the place would have been uninhabitable. But nah, Peppy kept everyone safe and stable. Hell yeah brother.
3. He lied about Viva. Can you imagine how devastated Poppy would be to learn that she has a sister, only for that joy to be crushed when he has to tell her that said sister is dead? Poppy wouldn’t be able to let it go, especially with her longing to have a sister. Why make her mourn someone she doesn’t know when she doesn’t have to? Why give her that trauma when she, in all reality, is fine not knowing? Because even if it was messed up because she found out, before she found out Viva was alive she was…completely fine. And he said it himself, he was heartbroken. Pop trolls don’t process their feelings, they repress and sing a happy song a little louder than usual. How was Peppy supposed to heal from his own loss and sadness, only to then turn and inflict it on his only remaining daughter, while still in survival mode? He couldn’t. So he didn’t.
Look, I’m not saying King Peppy is perfect or that he didn’t make mistakes. I’m just saying that he did his best, and he’s not a bad character, person, or dad. He raised Poppy to be the amazing Queen she is, he brought his people out of a horrific and dangerous situation and kept them safe, and when he couldn’t protect them anymore he knew his limits and passed the torch on to his daughter while still supporting her, and he went to therapy and began to change his mindsets and heal from everything. He’s definitely not as bad as some people say he is.
One last thing I noticed about him while rewatching TBT. When a Pop Troll is happy, consistently, their ears stay pointed upwards. When a Troll is sad, their ears droop down. And if they’re sad or gray for long enough, their ears droop down permanently. (Cough cough see my Floyd and Branch ear post cough cough.)
Peppy’s ears are the only ones that just…stick out flat. Forgive me, I couldn’t find any good screenshots from tbt.
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Not sad, not happy. To me, this means repressed. He wasn’t just chilling in the background like teehee I’ve made no mistakes ever :3. No, he didn’t like that he had to do those things. He had major trauma and probably a ton of issues he was hiding or repressing, and is only just now beginning to work through them. Why only now? Because he’s not in survival mode anymore. Poppy is queen, strings are destroyed, bergens are chilling, okay, now he can begin the healing process.
Sorry for the novel, but I just really like Peppy and I think a lot of people don’t cut him enough slack or give him enough credit. He’s doin his best.
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apiscesrising · 2 months
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Synastry Observation
Disclaimer: Nataly I have mercury RX, there’s days were my English/Spanish and writing is excellent but then there’s days where I just can’t put it together and this is one of those days so I’m sorry for grammar spelling mistakes.
Moon & Jupiter Synastry 🌒
Me & My Soulmate
7 years of knowing each other
Together for 5 years
My moon doesn’t aspect his jupiter or vise versa
The Movie Divergent
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The 2 main Characters: Beatrice aka Shailene Woodley and Four aka Theo James
Shailene has a pisces moon/shatabhisha and Theo has jupiter in capricorn/purva ashadha
I have the same moon placement and my ex has the same jupiter placement.
My Divergent Observations
(Between the 2 main characters)
Both actors are playing roles that aren’t real life people but I’ve noticed similarities between their dynamic that reminded me of my relationship with my ex.
For example; the way 4 would roughly grab Beatrice.
I would have to constantly tell my ex to stop grabbing me too roughly whenever he would turn me around, hug me and etc. He’ll say “I’m not trying to hurt you, this is my normal strength.” 
The way 4 seemed to first find her amusing since she was a fragile girl in the beginning.
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My ex would constantly make fun of my weakness, since I was shorter and weaker than him. In general I was delicate and weak 💀
The way 4 was cold and rough with Beatrice in the beginning.
I’ll like to think my ex liked me in the beginning of our relationship but there was a lot of times where he wasn’t detached but cold towards me. I’ll tell him to stop being mean to me and he will say “it’s for your own good” since he thought he was teaching me lessons about life and sadly of himself.
4 taught her how to fight and defend herself physically.
My ex knows how to box and he always wanted to teach me how to fight so I’ll know how to defend myself if a girl ever tried me. The scene where 4 says “keep tension here” it’s exactly what he would tell me every time i’ll throw a punch. 
The way 4 would tell Beatrice that she had to toughen up by breaking her down.
Nataly my moon squares saturn, I only cry, maybe once a month, and sometimes I have to force myself to cry in certain situations because I just can’t seem to get in touch with those emotions. Childhood trauma and a defensive mechanism.
I don’t like sad movies because in my head the movie is based on a true story (pisces moon problems) and I cry, i’ve come to realize I don’t like getting in touch with my emotions. So my ex would force me or trick me to watch sad movies so he could catch me cry and after the movie he’ll say “you need to toughen up.”— “Face your worst fears and conquere them”- Four.
The way 4 was a teacher and protector for Beatrice.
My ex was “daddy” to me 💀 Always made sure I wouldn’t hurt myself or get into trouble and disrespected anyone who would disrespect me.
He also taught me how to drive/pay bills, you know big girl stuff. Before I met him I had no guidance or knowledge of adulting since my mother was neglectful towards me and I had no dad.
The way 4 would guide Beatrice through the new world she was experiencing.
My ex taught me how to adult 😭
The way 4 opened up to Beatrice by telling her his dreams.
My ex trusted NO ONE not even his brother but I guess he saw something in me and he opened up and expressed his goals, fears and ambitions. - “It’s been a long time since I’ve trust someone” -Four
“I know what you are”- Four to Beatrice.
My ex knew me better than I did.
“I just don’t want to be one thing, I want to be brave and selfish, intelligent etc”- Four
Something my ex would say.
Finally, Four and Beatrice were a team fighting against rules and the world they lived in. Just like me and my ex were or felt like. (Not literally like in the movie, but you know what I mean.)When I first watched the movie I fell in love with the way Beatrice was, I didn’t know why then but now I understand.
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m-writes-stories · 3 months
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I'm Always Here - Part 4
Warnings: pregnancy talk, medical talk, preeclampsia, talk of terminating pregnancy, language, 
Word Count: 1675
“I’m sorry to inform you, but you have a serious health condition. About 5-8 women are diagnosed with it, but it affects everyone differently”
“Which is?” Travis asked. 
“Preeclampsia. It's a serious blood pressure condition that develops during pregnancy. The bleeding was just your body shedding its uterine lining, because it doesn’t believe there is a baby in you. Which really doesn’t have anything to do with preeclampsia but it is just something that can happen. I’m so sorry.”
“So what’s the best option for us?” You asked. 
“You can continue with the pregnancy, but there can be serious complications. I can 100% sit down and talk about them with you guys. Obviously we can terminate the pregnancy–”
“No, that won’t be happening,” you said.
“What’s the risk? Travis asked. 
“Fetal growth restriction, which is where the placenta does not receive as much blood as it should, causing your baby to be undersized. Preterm labor, which is where you give birth prior to about 35 weeks. Placenta abruption, which is where the placenta detaches from the uterine wall. And worse case scenario–”
“Our baby dies,” you said.
“Yes.” The doctor says. 
“Ok, so what now?”
“Now we just take this pregnancy one day at a time. We have some time before we really notice any problems. So we will just make an appointment every other week until we start to notice a major problem.”
“Okay, can I be discharged today? Is that possible? Or-“ you asked the doctor.
“You can be discharged today. But I want you to be as cautious as possible. So no stressful events, not as much physical activity—“
“No stressful events? Travis plays in the NFL, his games will always be stressful to me.”
“Honey I will be fine with you not being there.” Travis says. 
“But babe-“
Travis gave her a look. 
“Trav, I am not missing your games. I want to go to them,” tears sprung to your eyes, “I feel like I wouldn’t be supporting you.”
Travis hugged you, rubbing your back. He felt bad. 
“Would going to games be bad?” He asked the doctor. 
“It depends on how stressed she gets at games. If it is super stressful then I would recommend not going.”
“Ok, I mean I guess I can watch from home.” 
“Yeah, and you will have Avery.” 
“That’s true Avery always lowers stress.” You said, “I can try going to one game and see what I do. If I get too bad I can go home.”
You and Travis headed home. You were in the passenger seat and grabbed his hand for comfort. You needed it right now at this moment. 
“It’s gonna be ok, I promise. We are gonna get through this, pretty girl,” Travis said. 
“I want a boy.”
“What?”
“I want a boy. I want a boy so you can teach him to play football, I want him to do wrestling, but most of all I think you would be a good boy dad.”
“You want to be a football mom don’t you?”
“I’m already gonna be a wife so why not?” You smirked. “But I think you will be an amazing boy dad. You are an amazing girl dad, but I really think you will be an amazing boy dad. Someone you can wrestle around with.”
“Are you saying our daughter can’t be a wrestler?”
“No, I’m just saying you and our son would be best friends.”
“Oh okay. Secret codes and everything oh that would be awesome!” He cheered, “Jason would love that.”
“See what I’m saying. No secret codes to hide things from me though.”
“Oh never. You are a good mom. I hope you know that.”
“Oh I doubt myself many times.”
“Why? I could have never asked to have a better mom to two of my kids.”
“I need a break sometimes.”
“Every parent, not just moms, need a break sometimes. And that is ok. You are the best mom to Avery and I know you will be a great mom to our second kid. Speaking of which, when do you think we can find out the gender?”
“Jason and I already discussed this.” 
“Wait, so you’re telling me, that you talked to my brother before you talked to your future husband?”
“Jason is throwing the gender reveal.”
“Why can’t I throw the party? I throw the best parties.”
“You threw Avery’s. Jason wants a turn.”
“But I’m better at it.”
“Trav, if I were to allow you to throw my party, it would turn into, somehow, some way, a party for you.”
“True.”
“Plus Donna is gonna help along with Kylie and the kids.” 
“So if I can’t throw the gender reveal party, can I throw a party just because?”
“No.”
“Why not? I love to party.”
He pulled into the driveway and you got out slamming the door heading inside. 
“Baby wait.”
“No Travis. We have had this argument before. You can’t just party all the time. You wanted to step back up as a father. So step the fuck up. We are having another kid. I’m pregnant with our second child.” 
You walk into the house going up the stairs. You go into the bathroom, shutting the door. You couldn’t let Travis see you like this. You were vulnerable. 
“Baby, I’m sorry. This is new to me. I haven’t been around for basically all of Avery’s life, I don’t know how to be a dad. Or even to be a responsible adult. Please open the door.”
You opened the door, tears running down your face. You didn’t wanna look up at him. You didn’t wanna show him. 
“Baby, please look at me. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to do this yet. This is a big adjustment. I’m sorry.”
You looked up at him. You were ashamed of this. You didn’t want him to see. 
“I promise that I am going to try to be the person you need me to be. But I need you to understand that this is going to take some time, but I love you and I want to be here for you, Avery and our new baby.
“Travis, I’m gonna need you more than ever to step up. I can’t be wrestling around a toddler while pregnant. I hate to say this, but for a little while I need you to be strict on Avery. I need you to be a parent, and not just a fun uncle for her.”
“Okay, I’ll be dad. I got this.” He said. 
“I hate doing this but it’s for my health Travis. You know that. I don’t want-“
“Baby, I know. We gotta play good cop bad cop for a while. And that means to keep my wife healthy, I gotta be the bad cop.” 
You leaned him down and kissed him, giggling. 
“You called me your wife?” you said, tears starting to collect in your eyes once more.
“Yeah, you’re gonna be my wife. Better start calling you my wife.”
“Does that mean I can call you my baby daddy?’
“No, that is not what that means,” he said sternly.
“Fine, my husband.”
You walked back out into the living room. Avery was at Donna’s house, so you and Travis could have a night to yourselves.
“Babe, what does your schedule look like tomorrow for the game?” you asked Travis. 
“Pretty standard.”
“Standard? I haven’t been with you for almost a year. What does the standard look like?”
“I have to be at the facility at 11 since it is a 3:25 game. Then I probably won’t be home until between 8-9.”
You already knew this would be a long pregnancy, just knowing how many times you had cried in the last 24 hours. And now you were crying again. 
“I’m fine Travis, just the hormones. This sucks. I’m going tomorrow.”
“First, honey you aren’t fine and that’s ok, something made you upset. And second, why? You don’t need to go to the game.”
“What are all your cocky friends gonna say when your wife doesn’t show up to a single game all season? Or what are their snobby girlfriends and wives gonna say? Everyone is gonna think that I am only with you for your money.”
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The next morning, Donna was over and walked upstairs seeing you with your hair in rollers, in the bathroom at your vanity. 
“Good morning sunshine. You are glowing today,” Donna said.
“I most definitely am not glowing.”
“Is Travis still here? I don’t remember seeing his car in the driveway.”
“Trav!” You yelled, “give it a few seconds.”
Travis came sprinting into the bathroom.
“What? What is it? Are you ok? Is Avery ok? Is baby #2 ok?”
“I think that was a record.”
“Same.” Donna laughed, “his face was priceless. 
“I know.” You chuckled, “that was great.”
“So everything is okay?”
“Yeah your mom just wanted to know if you were still here.” You said. 
“So you yelled, like that?”
“It worked. Did it not?”
“No it did. I don’t think I have ever ran that fast.”
Avery walked in and hugged her mom. 
“Avery honey I’m gonna be using hot tools here in a minute you’re gonna have to go somewhere else.”
“Ok mama. Daddy can I watch tv in your bed?” 
“Sure baby.”
Travis took her into the bedroom and got a movie set up.
“He is a good dad.”
“I had to bitch at him several times for him to be one.” You said getting the rollers set. 
“Really?” 
“Yup. I’m gonna go to the game today. He bucked me hard over it.”
“Why doesn’t he want you to go?”
“I went to the hospital yesterday.”
“What?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Remember the blood stain?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, it turns out I have preeclampsia.”
“Oh my god, Y/N I’m so sorry.”
“So I can’t be stressed out and I’m going to his game. And so now he is a little mad at me.”
“I mean he is just looking out for you.”
“Yeah, just sometimes it’s too much.”
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kaulitzhotel · 8 months
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omg. can you do your last imagine but bill version?😭 it’s okay if not!
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Synopsis: Bill is feeling loving as always toward you but you decided you had enough. (2008)
Content: Angst/Fluff.
Notes: Sorry I got to this late! This was supposed to be after my Tom angst I did a while ago. A lot of you guys requested sad crap. So I’m here to make you cry. Hugs!
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You break me
Parties were always messy each time me and Bill went. We were too drunk to remember what happened unless we had sex but tonight was a bit different. We weren't drunk but I was easily annoyed by his touchiness.
“How's it going with Bill at home?” My friend raised a question.
“It's alright.” I took a sip of my beer, “He's been close through like physically. I can't stand it. Every second he wants to be with me.”
“Give him a break! That's what love is.” She replied. “If he just leaves me alone...” She eyes at something and I feel someone walk up to us wrapping their arm around my shoulder.
“We might have to leave soon. Tom ended up passing out on the table.” Bill said to my friend. “No worries! You guys enjoy your time. I'll handle him.” She walked away giving me the expression “Don't fuck up.”
It was just me and Bill. He pulled me closer and kissed my cheek. I push him off trying to act cool. “Is something wrong?” “No, I just don't feel like being touched right now.” “Oh, I understand!” He smiled and kept a distance. I somewhat heard the pain in his voice. We stayed quiet till Tom came up to us.
“Hey, guys.” He yawned. “Ready to go home, sleepy boy?” I teased. “I guess, I have a headache from that cheap wine.”
I laughed at him as he slung his arm on me for support. Bill stands there looking down at his glass watching the wine weigh on his hand.
After dropping off Tom
We made it back home and I went straight to bed. I was exhausted and feeling shitty from the party. Bill laid right next to me and hugged my waist.
“Bill not now,” I complained.
He didn't let go but only nuzzled his face onto my back. “I mean it.” He still didn't nudge.
He was up to my neck his breath tickling me trying to kiss my lips. I had enough.
“Fuck Bill. Can you just leave me alone? I'm so tired of you being this close. I want space. Wait actually, I NEED space.”
I felt his arms unwrap me and sat up. “What's your problem?” I sit up to face him, “You know what my problem is? It's that you cling to me like some kind of kid.” I raised my voice.
“I--” “And don't start with your lies about how much you love me because I'm done. I'm done with this lifestyle and you.”
His face was shocked. I could see water overflowing his eyes. I went too far.
He held onto my hands and started pleading, “Why do you do this to me every time? You are my everything. I care so much for you I put you right next to my music career but I feel like I'm nothing and it's been always like that since you started acting like this. I can't afford to lose someone I try so hard...so hard.” He started crying.
“Bill you don't understand--”
“Shut up Y/N! Shut up...” He cried louder. “You just want to leave me like this? Don't you remember the first day we met? We were like one. And now we are just two separate people. My fucking brother can hug you but when I do it's like the most horrible thing ever.”
Bill held onto my hands tighter as tears fell down his bare cheeks. “I'm sorry Bill..”
“Is that all you have to say? Why aren't you just honest with me?” He laughed with despair trying not to break down, “You don't love me.”
And he got up from the bed and left the room. I followed him as he went outside of our patio. After a few moments, I followed him outside and watched him light a cigarette in the dark. The fire showed his face with dried tear stains. “Bill?”
“Y/N?” He mimicked and blew smoke out his mouth.
“Don't get immature with me.” I pointed out.
“What are you going to do about it?” He stepped forward pushing me to our patio sliding door. The smoke lightly hit my face as he blew out again.
“I'm trying to have a conversation with you right now.” Bill didn't say anything but sighed. He leaned on the door and locked his eyes on mine, “I love you.”
“I know.” “I love you.” He repeated.
“I know?” I said again but with confusion.
“I love you...”
“I know I know.” I started getting frustrated.
He started choking up and hit his hand on the door making me jump. “Say it back. I haven't heard it in forever. I still love you.”
I didn't say anything and he was breaking apart on me. He flicked off his cigarette and hugged me. His arms holding me so right there was so no leaving. I thought twice but my arms hugged him back. Why did I do this to him? I felt his tears fall on my hair and his heartbeat was beating rapidly against my cheek.
“I love you too,” I mumbled on his chest never wanting to let go of the person who would always love me no matter what in this world.
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jostystyles · 8 months
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i can still see it all | qh
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a/n: this is my entry for @wyattjohnston summer fic exchange! @wildrangers this is for you love! i hope you love it <3 im so sorry it took me forever, i had covid and other life happenings that set me back. i picked daylight from the list of songs you gave me, and this was born. enjoy love 🩵
They say when you love someone, you’ll know. There will be a moment of realization, a sort of ‘ah’ moment. Quinn has never really had that. Sure, he’s dated girls and thrown out the L word a few times, but he wasn’t really sure he meant it. Obviously, he loves his mom, dad, and brothers. Love, to him, was all black and white. It was all good or all bad. But sometimes, when you’ve been asleep so long in a 20 year dark night, the scream of color can come along and change your life for the better. (Y/N) came into his life in the most obscure way possible. He met her at the bar 5 minutes after he was dumped by his ex. After she laughed in his face and told him she was, she bought him a drink. After that, he doesn’t know when or even how it happened. Suddenly she was in his life everyday, and his friends became hers. Jack and Luke took to her instantly, and his mom liked having another girl to talk to. The one thing he did know was that he fell in love with her. He was starting to understand that love wasn’t quite black and white, but it could be golden. She was his muse, the one thing that kept him going when he felt like stopping. Even if she didn’t know it.
Quinn was always working. It was no surprise, being an NHL star. Between games, practice, charity events, and just existing. It was exhausting sometimes. He loved it, and wouldn’t change it for the world, but sometimes he just needed a break. When summer first hit and he was still in Vancouver, sometimes he wouldn’t leave his apartment for days. He had to take a break, just to recharge his social battery. (Y/N) knew this. Which is why she came over to make sure he made an effort to eat and have some sort of human interaction.
Unlocking the door with bags in hand, (Y/N) stumbled into his apartment. Brock was away on vacation, so Quinn graciously offered to watch Milo and Coolie for a few days. She heard little footsteps running towards her and looked down to see a dog wagging its tail and smiling up at her. “Oh Milo,” She sighed. “What are we going to do with him?” She finished, glancing around the apartment. It was messy, she wouldn't lie. Quinn was a messy person even if he didn't seem like it. Figuring he was napping as he didn’t answer her texts, she began to clean up his kitchen a bit. As she scrubbed the counters of the residue from last night’s dinner, she glanced at the wall of photos diagonal to her point of view. The first one that caught her eye was a family photo from Quinn’s draft day, his crooked smile reflected on the faces of his family members as they surrounded him in his newly adorned Canucks jersey. To the right of that one, was one she took of him, Brock, and Petey at a family skate event a few years back. The last one to catch her eye was her favorite. It was of her and Quinn, taken last summer at the lake in Michigan. She was on his back, both their faces flushed with sun and noses scrunched up in laughter. To an outsider, they could easily be mistaken for a couple.
As she finished cleaning up, (Y/N) began to walk down the hallway, dog in tow and a bag of takeout in her hands. “Knock knock, I’m coming in whether you like it or not.” She exclaimed in a sing-song tone once she reached his room. She couldn’t see it, but Quinn smiled. He loved the sound of her voice.
“I knew you’d show up sooner or later.” He answered, standing up from his bed and grabbing a shirt from the floor.
“Well, I have to make sure you keep yourself alive, don’t I?” (Y/N) giggled. She looked as beautiful as she always did, her sweater falling off her shoulders and her ripped jean shorts hugging her curves in just the right way. Two long french braids fell just past her shoulders. Her tan sandals scraped gently across the floor. She didn't like to wear heels. “They make me feel like a skyscraper Quinn, I’m too damn tall for them.” She always says. Quinn didn't realize he was staring until she finally said something.
“Earth to Quinton. Hello?” She called to him, waving her hands in front of his face. “I’m sorry what, I keep getting lost in you.” Did I just say that out loud? Shit. He thought to himself.
“What?” (Y/N) replied, blushing.
“Nothing. Just forget I said anything.” Quinn said, rushing out of the room into the kitchen.
“Wait! Don’t lie to me Quinn, what did you mean when you said that?” she said, following him.
She wasn’t sure of what she heard when he said it. It gave her a sense of false hope when he said it. Sometimes she wanted to scream out how much she loved him, but was afraid he didn’t feel the way she did. This was one of those times where she thought it to be true that maybe, just maybe, he loved her back. If she was honest, she loved him from the moment she met him. He was an idiot, but a lovable one. She never understood how anyone could stand to break his heart, even on the night they first met. Love, to her, was something that she once believed to be burning red. It ignites a fire in your heart, body, and soul, and burns for that one person. When she met Quinn, she wanted him to be that person more than anything. As they grew closer, she realized he was. But the love she held for him wasn’t the one she always dreamed of. It was different. It shone a bright golden hue, and encapsulated everything about him. (Y/N) was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of Quinn’s voice.
“Can we please just forget that I said anything, (Y/N), please?” Quinn said, turning around to look at her. He began to walk away when she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her. Looking up at him, she said softly, “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking. You look at me like I’m the only other person on this earth. Don’t you realize that I look at you the same way too?” Quinn was processing what she just said to him, his heart beating a mile a minute. He glanced at their hands intertwined at the side. Neither of them let go. Finally he gained the courage to say something back.
Looking into her eyes, he confessed to her. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death. No, scratch that, I know I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you ever since the day I met you. I don’t want to look at anything else now that I saw you.” She didn’t say anything back. She wrapped her free hand around his neck and pulled his face down to her height and kissed him. It was exactly the way they both pictured it would be like. They kissed lasted for what seemed like an eternity, until they finally broke apart.
Their heads were pressed against each other, just looking into each other's eyes. (Y/N) was the first one to speak. “I’m yours.” That was all she needed to say for Quinn to know that she loved him too. And while he was sure of it, there was a part of him that hesitated.
“Are you sure about this? Like, are you sure about me?” He wondered aloud.
(Y/N) stared at him, confused. “I just confessed my love for you in the cheesiest and most embarrassing way possible and you’re asking me if I’m sure? Quinn, I know you’re not that dumb.”
Quinn laughed. “No, it’s just like, I know you love me. And I love you too, but like, I don’t want to fuck this up. I’m not really good at this kind of stuff” he confessed, not making eye contact with her out of embarrassment.
(Y/N) put her finger under his chin and pushed it up. “Hey, look at me. It’s me you’re talking to. You don’t have to try with me. Just being the way you are is enough. Love is weird. But the best part is when you get to love your best friend. And that’s us. You’ve just got to step into the daylight, you know? Let it all go. We can figure the rest out on our own. Just let it go.”
Quinn kissed her again. As he was getting older, he wanted to be defined by the things he loved. And he loved (Y/N). She’s his daylight, afterall.
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Karma
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word count: ~2.7k
Summary: Family vacation
A/N: This came to mind when watching Evil Dead Rise, but don't let that fool you.
Warnings: Mostly fluff
You smile widely as you get out of the car with your dog right behind you. You’re a little late but you’ve brought something that will hopefully make up for this. Leaving work had taken longer than you thought, and just looking at the other cars here, you realize that your wife, brother-in-law and at least Nat is here. You are looking forward to the two weeks of relaxation that you will have with your entire family.
You take a moment to stop in your tracks, not paying any attention to Boone who’s running on ahead, as you take a deep breath. You look up at the clear blue sky and smell the fresh air that you’ve been looking froward to for weeks.
You’d practically begged Wanda to take this time off because you were both being overworked and you deserved a break. You’d convinced her to take the short trip to your lake house a few hours away from home. It was the closest of your vacation homes and you knew this made it more likely that Wanda would agree to go away with you. It had been her idea to invite family, and you were thrilled to have them along for the ride. You were also more than grateful for the fact that the house was plenty big enough for you and your wife to still have privacy.
“Y/n! Hurry up!”
You hear your brother-in-law call you from a distance, and you realize that Boone must have arrived to the lake and given you away. You walk around the house, seeing that it’s mostly empty and you quickly spot everyone sitting on the sand or standing on the dock waiting for you. Your dog has already run up to Fanny and followed her into the water, and you are grateful that you didn’t bother putting on his harness when you left.
“Hey everyone. Sorry for the delay.”
You place the brown bag full of booze that you’d brought before catching the tennis ball that Yelena throws at you. You smile as you look to your dog who is already swimming away, but he watches you carefully once he sees what you’re holding. You throw the ball a little past him before hugging both Yelena and Pietro with a smile. You tell Yelena that you brought her favorite booze and weed and she hugs you again before returning her attention to her barking dog. You leave her to throw the frisbee while you hop off the dock to greet your wife.
She’s lounging with Nat in chairs that give you a great view of your wife’s new swim suit. You’d asked her earlier this week if she’d packed yet, and she’d mentioned having a surprise for you. You’re not sure if this is it, but you’ll happily accept the gift that is getting to see Wanda in a bright red, almost too small bikini.
“Hey detka.”
“Hi there, kiddo. Get lost?”
You roll your eyes at Nat’s remark as you lean over to kiss your wife in greeting. You kneel down beside her, not caring about the sand as you kiss her again and roll your eyes. You hear a car door slam and figure that Bucky and Steve are here, but you’ll say hi to them later. For now you need to set the record straight.
“Good to see you too. No Nat. I just took a little longer to get here because I was getting someone’s favorite booze. If you don’t want it though, I’m sure Yelena will drink it.”
Nat’s eyes widen slightly as she looks to the dock where you’d left the bag of groceries you’d brought. Yelena was looking through it already and Nat jumps to her feet to make sure she doesn’t try to steal your gift. She mutters a thanks under her breath as she kisses your cheek before she’s gone and you smile widely as you settle down in the sand next to Wanda.
“Sorry I’m late. I hope I didn’t miss too much?”
Wanda smiles as she shakes her head and looks out to the lake that she hasn’t gotten in yet. Her plans had been to just sit in the sun, maybe take a nap until you got here and then to see how you felt about going for a swim. She was sure you and Yelena, and maybe Pietro would get into some sort of trouble sooner rather than later, so she’d like to spend some time with you beforehand.
“Not really. Nat had to help me with my sunscreen though since you weren’t here.”
You frown at the idea of missing out on getting to do this. It was only one of your favorite things about going to the beach with your wife. Other than seeing her like this of course, it was a perfectly convenient and innocent way to have your hands all over her without it being too much PDA.
“That’s too bad. I’ll just have to help you with it later after we swim.”
Wanda smiles at this as she puts her sunglasses back on because squinting at you is becoming tiresome. She watches as you move over to steal Nat’s seat just so you can take off your shirt and shorts that you wore over your suit for the ride here.
“Unless you need to finish up here.”
You shoot your wife a curious look and she just sighs contently before promising that she’ll be there soon. She just got comfortable and she knew that once she got in the water she’d smell like lake and she wanted to hold off for just a bit longer.
“I’ll be there soon. Just a few more minutes.”
You smile before folding your clothes and standing up with a stretch. You’re looking out at the water where your dog is paddling around, so you miss Wanda look you up and down appreciatively. If it was anyone other than family here, Wanda wouldn’t want you to show off the tanned and toned body that’s only for her to admire. She watches your muscles flex as you stretch out your back with a groan. She doesn’t get more than a second or two to think about feeling them beneath her before you speak up.
“Okay, Wands. I’m going to look for turtles then.”
Wanda laughs but just watches with a smile as you head for the dock. You may only work with cats and dogs, but one of your favorite animals are turtles. Any kind of turtle you loved and although sea turtles were your absolute favorite, that didn’t stop you from trying to spot another kind here. She watches as Bucky and Steve walk down from the house with a large cooler and yet another dog.
This one was a rescue that Bucky had found and adopted recently. He was a shepherd mix who had been abused by his previous owners who eventually put him out on the streets. You’d met him almost immediately after Bucky brought him home and you’d done your best to make him feel comfortable. Bucky had told you that Kit, he was named after the county he’d been found in, was only a foster, but he was going to try to adopt him. He was very skittish and reluctant to trust, but he’d bonded with Bucky quickly and has since made a lot of progress adjusting to his new life.
Boone sees him immediately and swims towards the dock so he can greet him. He and Kit hadn’t been fast friends. The two shepherds hadn’t fought, but they’d been wary when in each other’s company and never wanted to be too close. They’d never been left alone because neither you nor Bucky wanted to take the chance of something happening, but maybe this weekend you both would get the chance to try and improve their relationship. Not to mention Fanny’s presence always helped because everyone loved Fanny.
“Hey guys. Good to see you.”
You hug the duo that are dressed in swim trunks with t-shirts slung over their shoulders. They were obviously ready to swim, and it didn’t take them long at all to get wet. Everyone on the dock for that matter. Only Yelena and Pietro noticed as Boone jumped up from the water and shook himself out. You yelped and Nat narrowly escaped with her booze without getting drenched by a wet dog. You turned to him with a scowl, but the sight of your happy wet dog made you smile quickly. You didn’t pet him though because he was a little gross, and you just watched as he looked to Kit who was already starting to freeze.
“Boone be nice. Go see your mom.”
Your dog comes up to you with a whine but you shake your head before pointing to Wanda. She realizes too late what you’re doing and she’s ambushed by a wet dog licking her face. She shrieks and tries to get away, and you cringe as she falls out of her chair. You start to move so you’re hiding behind Steve, but Pietro’s laughing luckily takes the attention off of you for the moment. You watch as your wife stands up angrily and throws her sunglasses down on her chair. She ignores Boone as she glares at you in a way that makes you realize you’re definitely in trouble. You laugh nervously before muttering something that Wanda doesn’t hear, but certainly it doesn’t matter at the moment.
“I’ll be back. I’m just going to look for some turtles.”
You run off to the edge of the dock before diving in the lake and Boone barks as he follows you in from the shore. You swim out and just tread water as you wait to see what your wife does in response to your poorly thought-out decision.
“I should have gotten that one on tape.”
Wanda just glares at her brother as she steps onto the dock in search of alcohol. She’s going to need it if she’s going to relax on this trip. She had only been looking forward to this for months, and it was a quick decision to invite her friends and brother along. She tried to keep it a secret from Pietro for only a week before he found out. She’d told him that this was an important vacation for her and that if he was coming, he couldn’t be a pain in her ass.
So far, so good.
She nearly spits out the sip she’d just taken when she feels an arm wrap around her and pull her back. She sputters and curses before she begrudgingly accepts the side hug from the taller Maximoff.
“Alright, I know what you’re thinking. I’ll be good. Thanks for letting me crash your vacation.”
Wanda just mumbles something at him before nodding in thought. She takes another sip of her drink before she looks out toward the water where you’re swimming around seemingly aimlessly. Boone and Fanny are nearby but since you’re not doing anything interesting, they’re mostly keeping to themselves. She wonders how you’re feeling after this week. You’ve only been talking about being overwhelmed nearly every day. She hopes that this vacation will be relaxing for you.
“Sure thing, Piet. Just remember, three strikes and you’re confined to the basement.”
This wasn’t as harsh as it sounded because the basement of the lake house was equipped with everything that Pietro would need to get through these two weeks. There were a few bedrooms, two baths, a game room, and a full kitchen down there. He was actually going to fight Steve and Bucky to stay down there, but he would worry about that later.
He nods with a small smile before messing up his sister’s hair and stealing her booze. She shoots him a glare that he just waves off as he eyes you where you’ve already started your search for your favorite reptile.
“Duly noted. Now go join your wife, sestra.”
Wanda only considers doing something else just to spite him for a few seconds, but then you glance over to her with a smile and she’s already walking toward the end of the dock. She knows that this vacation probably would have been more relaxing without her family here, but she knew she’d still enjoy it. They deserved time off too and it was always nice to see you enjoying your time with family. That said, she decides that she’s going to spend some time alone with you for a bit. Even if she has to help you look for turtles.
She jumps off the dock and swims toward you with quickly. She’s intercepted by a dog and she just scratches Boone’s wet head before turning her attention back to you. You’re only a few feet away, and you’ve started swimming toward her once you realized she was in the water.
“Any luck yet?”
You shake your head before reaching out as you get closer to Wanda. She meets you half way and grabs your hand as you lead her further from the shore. You briefly look to your friends who are chatting and drinking, and you’re glad that they’ve joined you for your much-needed vacation. The house was large enough that everyone could get their own room, two honestly, so there would be plenty of privacy. You could go days just lying in bed and no one but maybe Wanda would force you to get up, but you are just excited to be away from work for a bit.
“Nah, they’re all doing their own thing, but that’s fine. I was just going to swim around a bit."
Wanda smiles at you and watches for a few seconds as you float on your back with a relaxed look on your face. She’s glad to see you so at peace after how busy things have been for you, and she sneaks up on you and reaches out to help you float. She kisses your cheek and her smile widens as you open your eyes and shoot her a knowing look.
“Having fun?”
You nod in agreement, ignoring the water that sloshes around your face as you continue to float. You feel Wanda’s hands on your back and you take a deep breath as you look back up at your wife. You reach out for her and bring her closer so you can kiss her again. You’re grateful to her for making this happen, and you’re very much looking forward to spending time with her during this vacation. Your family too, but your wife especially.
“The best. I’m glad to be here with you, Wands.”
You and Wanda float together for a bit before you decide to go searching for animals again. Wanda humors you for a bit before she decides to head back toward the shore. She’s getting hungry and the smell of the boys cooking draws her back to the group. The dogs are already there begging for food, and when you emerge from under the water again Wanda decides to see if she can tempt you away from the turtles for a bit.
“What do you say we get something to eat?”
Your eyes light up at the mention of food, and you only hesitate for a second before you nod in agreement. You reach out for your wife’s hand and she grabs yours with a smile. Yours grows as you pull Wanda toward you before shooting her a challenging look.
“I’ll race you. Loser has to babysit your brother.”
You don’t wait for a response before you duck underwater and are on your way to the food. Wanda catches up to you quickly, but she falls just short of beating you. You help her onto the dock before you consider pushing her back in just to tick her off. She must see the intent on your face because she grips your wrist tightly as she shoots you a warning look.
“Don’t you dare.”
Instead of shoving Wanda back into the water, you kiss her cheek and lead her to where your friends are grilling. Boone comes to greet you, but then he immediately runs back to Steve’s side to try and get some scraps. You can easily see that he’s already set aside a sizeable pile of pre-cut meat for the dogs as a present. You smile at this and have no complaints as you follow your wife’s lead toward the house.
This was going to be a great vacation.
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veayrss · 7 months
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One snake, One Griffindore.
Summary:new year, horrible headmaster, besties left you, and your lover is ignoring you?
Warning:Cursing, angst, kissing.
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You can feel it, in every your fiber of your being. The war is coming quicker then everyone knows. Harry Hermione, and Ron are missing. Gone without a trace, other then the fact they were at the ministry of magic.
You were mad at them, of course you were. You four were inseparable. Every time you were with someone it was on or the other or just all of you.
The two Weaseley’s, The chosen one, and The human encyclopedia. You’d think they’d let you know that they are going on the hunt for the last hotcruxs and bring you with them.
Guess you thought wrong. Now your suffering in school, being under snaps and mainly the Carrows rath and watch every second of the day. Now your boyfriend Theodore Nott is a fucking bitch, he never looks your way, talk to you, speaks about you, and every time you try to talk to him he ignores you.
He looks at you and walks away, you gave up trying. At this point all you wanna do is not die, and pass school. After that your leaving, either with or without Nott. You don’t care about him anymore, that’s what you tell your self every time you see him and he looks so drained.
All you want to do is hug him, run your fingers through his hair, rub his back, hold him, and just be there for him. But you know you can’t, and he doesn’t want it, that’s what you think at least. But little do you know he’s craving it. He misses you. He need you.
He’s going through living hell and all he wants is the only person who grounds him and cares for him. But he want you safe, he wants to make sure you live through this war. Even if that means he’s going to die doing so.
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Right now your helping some first year who had to endure some hex’s in class. “Hey love look at me.” You lift her chin up wiping her tears with your thumbs, hearing her sniffles breaks your heart into a million pieces. “Your ok darling, you were so strong! I’m so proud. If that was me I would have never been able to deal with that.” She smiles softly, now asking.
“when will it be over?” You furrow your eyebrows, you don’t want to lie to her. “To be honest, I don’t know. But let’s hope soon right?” You give your best comforting smile you have. She nods hugging you.
You hug her back, now pulling away. “Ok now go change into some comfortable clothes ok sweetie?” You tell the first year Griffindore. She nods and leaves.
You sigh holding back tears rubbing your temple. ‘Where the fuck are you three.’ You thought, getting up to where all your friends is at grabbing a mirror and cleaning your self up, then Ariana walks over pointing to Neville and walking away. Everyone is quite.
So Neville gets up and follows her through the secret path way, after some time he comes back opening the painting, “hey, listen up you lot. Brought you a surprise.” Everyone is now fully paying attention.
You look at Seamus and Cormac is all having confused expressions on, then Seamus speaks up, “Not more of aberforths cooking cooking I hope. Be a surprise if we can digest it.” You chuckled and looked up at Neville and he smirks at you.
You furrow your eyesbrows and then he moves out the way, Harry, Ron, and Mione are now in vision. “Blimey..” Seamus says getting up along with everyone else clapping and running over at the surprise of them three.
They walk down hugging everyone, you stand there staring at your twin brother Ron, a furious look on your face and a nervous one on his. Then you break down into tears hugging him tight.
He lets out a sigh of relief and hugs you back tighter, “I thought you died you lot!” Your yell being muffled by his shoulder, “I’m sorry n/n.” You pull away and punch his chest hard, He lets out a groan holding his chest.
“I forgot how hard you can hit.” He whines rubbing his left peck, “your so lucky I’m glad your a live right now and the fact we need your help other I would be yelling ALL three of you.” You say now acknowledging your two other best friends, now hugging them both.
“Okay, okay! Let’s not kill him before you-know-who gets and chance to tell.” Everyone quotes down and looks over at the united four core, “what’s the plan Harry?” Neville asks.” Everyone now starring.
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After Harry explained what the plan is, which is nothing to go on, then Ginney has informed you all that Snape knows harry is here. So you get ready and marched to the great hall.
You all are now in the great all standing in groups, as you look around your eyes meet with Theo, already looking at you. You couldn’t break eye contact. He looks so tired and drained, they all do. All of your friends. Then snape starts speaking snapping you both out of your trance.
“Many of you are surely wondering why I have summoned you at this hour.” He says, with a pause staring at every one, Then continues to speak. “It has come to my attention that earlier this evening..” again, he pauses. “Harry Potter was sighted in hogsmaid.” He finally Finishes causing everyone to gasp and murmur.
You, yourself gasped dramatically causing Ron to side eye you, making you chuckle lightly looking at him whispering “what? Have get in character right?” Smiling has he chuckled causing Mione you death glare the two of you.
Theodore is watching you, who are you laughing with? Why are you laughing at someone else? Though he doesn’t have the right to be mad, he knows he doesn’t, but he cant help it. He looks away as snape continues his talk.
“Now, should anyone, student or staff, attempt to aid Mr. Potter. They will be punished, in a manner consistent with the severity of their transaction. Furthermore.. any person found to have knowledge of these events, who fails to come forward, will be treated as… equally guilty.” Snape said, everyone now on edge.
Theodore looks over at you, watching your expression. His heart raced. You know. He knows you know, he can’t speak upon it but he hopes you will. He sighs, who is he kidding? He knows the devotion you have for Harry, he knows you’d get yourself killed just for him and your friends and family.
That scares him as equally as lord Voldemort does. He looks over at snape. “Now then. If anyone in here..” he says walking down the empty path way between everyone.
"Has any knowledge of Mr. Potters movements this evening.. I Invite them to Step forward. Now." He Finishes, pausing looking at Cho, one of your friends.
Then at Griffindore making eye contact with you. Theo’s heart dropped down to to his ass. Then his eyes went wide, everyone gasping as Harry Potter walks out, exposing himself saving your ass.
"It seems, despite your exhaustive defense strategies, you still have a bit of security problem headmaster." Harry states, the doors now opening revealing Ron, Hermione, Neville, Dean, the Weasley family, the Lupin's and other more. Now y/n and Ginny walk out of line running over to the group, as y/n hugs her mother and father, then her uncle Mr. Lupin.
Harry now looking back at them smiling, "and I'm afraid it's quite extensive.." looking back at snape, "How dare you stand were he stood. TELL THEM HOW IT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT. TELL THEM HOW YOU LOOKED HIM IN THE EYE. A man who trusted you, and killed him.”
Silence fell, Snape then pulled out his wand on Harry. Making everyone back up quickly, and everyone that Harry brought pull out there wand, including y/n. Making Professor McGonagall step in-front of Harry pointer her wand at him.
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Professor McGonagall fought Snape, killing the Corrow twins in the process, and Snape fleeing the scene, now everyone is jumping up and down in joy, hugging there friends, lovers. Speaking of lovers, Theo is looking for his. Hoping it’s not to late, As he pushing through the crowd, he sees her.
She’s talking with her parents and uncle, Theo just stands there. His palms are sweaty, his heart is racing, and his legs are jello. He hasn’t spoken to her for almost a full year and it was hell as he says. Then all of a sudden he hears a girl scream. He looks over the people and sees a girl in a corner holding her ears.
Then another scream, close to him. He turns around and sees you, screaming on the floor holding your ears. He runs to you dropping on his knees, putting his arms on your arms “Y/n!” He yells, trying to get your attention. Then harry rushes over to you, as he was about to put his hand on your shoulder.
Then another girl screams, and soon enough everyone is hearing voices in there head. The screaming has stopped. Y/n still in Theo’s arms painting, then they all hear You-know-who. He’s talking about giving up Harry, and he’d spare the school.
Everyone knows that’s a lie, after he’s done speaking Theo helps you up, making sure your steady. “Y/n. Are you ok?” He asks, moving your hair out of your face to behind your ear a worried look on his face. “Theo?” You look up at him in shock, you grab his r wrist and move it holding his hand.
He smiles softly, “hey love..” he says softly putting his forehead on yours taking in your scent he missed. You close your eyes taking him in, “theo..” you pull away and grab a hold of his forearms, “why were you so distant?” You asked him, a hurt expression on yours and his face.
“I’m sorry love, I really am. So much has happened during summer.. I-.. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” He stuttered out, he’s holding back from you. You know know why, but you just wanna cherish this moment having your theo back. “Ok Theo.. but you know I can handle myself right? And don’t ever do that again.” You tell him sternly, he just chuckles and nods his head agreeing with you.
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should I leave it at this? Or continue..? Not sure🤷🏻‍♀️
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webslingingslasher · 1 year
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I'm craving angst right now. like I want my heart to hurt. probably sounding insane right now lmao. brb I'm gonna read your fics to feel the hurt. hope you're doing well <3
does this work? i almost teared up reading this, my brother is going through a really tough break up so this hits different (taylors version.)
You know what part of a break up they never talk about? 
They prepare you for the heartache, and it goes beyond what anyone could try to prepare you for. It’s a pain you’ve never felt before, it was weird experiencing such intense emotional pain it caused physical pain. Everything hurt, your knees were wobbly but your feet felt like lead. Your head was dizzy and painful, your chest was tight and burning, your stomach was in knots. 
It was the worst six weeks of your life. You’d never wish it on anyone, not even your worst enemy, no human should ever experience something that agonizing, ever. 
But the real kicker, the real true gut wrenching, awful, excruciating thing about a break up? 
Is watching them move on. 
Nothing could have prepared you for the gut punch you felt when you saw Peter holding hands with another girl, the air left your lungs entirely. You clawed at your throat gasping for air, you felt like you were about to pass out. 
Because it hit, reality hit. 
Peter wasn’t yours. 
He wasn’t yours anymore and you can’t pretend he would come back, he may have broken up with you but there was always that silent prayer that he’d come back, begging for a second chance, pleading that he didn’t know what he was doing, he didn’t mean it. 
That would never happen, he has someone else now. 
Someone who’s going to touch him like you did, someone who’s going to feel like arms tracing down your body like he did, someones who’s going to laugh at him like you did, someone who’s going to hold his hand and kiss his face and give him hugs and play with his hair and wear his clothes and go on dates and feel his skin. 
Someone’s who's going to love him like you do. 
It wasn’t right, you felt betrayed, how could he do this? 
Doesn’t he know he’s not supposed to move on until both people fall out of love? 
Doesn’t he know you’re never going to fall out of love? 
You feel like you’re about to have a panic attack, how did he do it? How did he just leave it all behind? How can he act like it didn’t affect him too, like the meteor strike didn’t hit? 
You need to go home, you need to go home and crawl into bed and not leave until you can mentally prepare yourself enough to see him, see him with another girl. 
See him happy. 
Didn’t he know you were supposed to be the one that made him happy? 
He was the one that made you happy, you haven’t smiled in months. 
Peter left and took your joy with him, he’s given it to someone else now. 
You feel your legs move but you’re not in control, flight is taking control and you’re backpedaling out of the school doors, you take yourself all the way home and curl under the blankets, nothing feels right or normal or fine. 
And no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop watching them hold hands, can’t stop seeing Peter’s thumb swipe across the back of her hand like he did yours, six weeks ago. Even the tears seeping out couldn’t blur the vision. 
You wanted to text him. 
You’d imagine what you’d say. 
How did you move on so quickly? 
Do you ever miss us? 
Why did it happen like that? 
What happened to us? 
Did the love affair maim you too? 
I haven’t slept since that Tuesday you ended it. 
No, they wouldn’t bring closure, and you needed that, didn’t you? 
You pick up your phone, his contact still has a heart by it.
 The day you erase it is the day you die.
You give in, maybe if he knows how much you’re willing to change it’ll work. 
‘I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy anymore, but I tried.’ 
‘I know you did.’ 
You didn’t need to say anything else, he already did. 
It wasn’t enough. 
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Goodbye (For Now)
Nightbringer Spoilers Ahead (maybe a little ooc)
Tags:(Angst/TBD)(TimeTravel)(SayingGoodbye)
(I’ll adjust everything in the morning)
(Pt 1/2)
Synopsis:
You knew you weren’t suppose to stay in the past for that long. You knew you didn’t belong there. You had to get back to your time eventually.
And even if the brothers were warming up to you again, you had to say goodbye. The worst part was that they would never know why you really left.
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“You can finally go back home MC.” Solomon tells you with a smile as he holds your hands with joy,”Back to your time. You did it.”
“Yeah!” You say with relief,”I can go back, back home where the people I love are waiting for me.” You can’t help but feel your heart flutter at the warmth and comfort of the brothers and everyone else you longed for.
“There’s no time to lose! It’ll happen just as quickly, Just as before-“ Solomon says ready to perform the ritual before you find yourself hesitating.
“Wait-“ You say,”Shouldn’t I say goodbye?” You ask conflicted.
“Say goodbye? MC they can’t know where you’re from. We talked about this already-“ Solomon said,”You need not to worry about these versions of themselves anymore.
“Yeah but…” You say as you look to the House of Lamentation,”But even if they don’t know it’s me yet…this version of myself..I’m still their friend. They deserve to know, that I won’t be coming back ” You tell him.
“Oh MC…”Solomon looks at with with what you feel is pity,”These are not the brothers you know…chances are they probably won’t even care or notice you’re gone..”
You look down at the floor, a saddened expression taken place,”Yeah..you’re probably right..they probably didn’t really even care..”
Solomon sighs deeply as he contemplates your words. After a few moments he squeezes your hand reassuringly,”I think…you should do what you desire… if you believe Lucifer and his brothers deserve sort closure then I suppose I can’t stop you. Just hurry back…for my sake.”
Your eyes light up with joy as you hug Solomon lovingly,”You’re the best!”
“Obviously.” He says patting your back before you break away.
“Alright! I’ll be back real quick alright!” You say as you hurry to the House of Lamentation.
“I’ll be waiting.” Solomon says watching you scurry off.
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.
Normally, at least in this timeline, you wouldn’t really go to the house of lamentation without proper reason and permission.
So you hope Lucifer or someone would at least let you in.
Does the house look a lot bigger or have you just not seen it in a while?
You look back at the door, hesitantly you knock three times. You wait anxiously for any sort of response and when time passed and nobody answered you felt quite defeated.
“I guess…Solomon..was right..” You mumble to yourself a bit disappointedly. Just as you were about to walk away the door cracked open.
You hesitantly reach for it and peek inside.
“H-hello?” You say not wanting to intrude more than you have to.
Nonetheless you step into the house fully. Despite it looking just slightly different, it still felt like home to you.
You take a breath of relief before a voice startles you.
“Ah? - Oh! It’s you, ya weirdo what are you doing here?!” Mammon stares at you confusingly,”Who let ya in?”
“I well- I knocked and the door opened so I wasn’t really sure if I could come in or not or if someone let me in by mistake so I walk in here to see if there was anyone but I didn’t see anyone so I was gonna leave but then -“You begin to ramble before Mammon cuts you off.
“Oi, quit ya yappin. I don’t care.” Mammon tells you.
“Right.” You say,”Sorry.”
“You’re so weird.” Mammon says shaking his head disapprovingly,”But I guess you’re here for a reason eh? What can the great Mammon do for you? Ya need to see Luci or sum?”
“Well yeah- but also I came to see you! Also everyone else.” You tell him.
“M-me?!” Mammon says with utter confusion. It seems he decided to skip over the part you said everyone else as well.
“Yeah, there was something I needed to tell you-“ You tell him.
“T-tell me ? “ Mammons head begins to swirl,”Me? Why me?
“Well Mammon, it’s just that I’ve came ti say go-“You tell him before getting caught off by another voice.
“MAMMON!” Leviathan screams out as he approaches,”Where’s my damn money!”
“Jeez Levi, could you be any louder?!” Mammon scolds,”I’m in the middle of something here!”
“I don’t care - gimme my money!” Levi says before realizing it’s you.
“Huh?? MC?! You’re here?!” Levi seems surprised by your visit,.
“Oh! Levi! This is great- I needed to tell you both that-“ You say before yet another voice cuts you off.
“Ah~ what’s with all the yelling~ you’re all bound to get wrinkles like that- oh- MC?” Asmo says coming into view as he looks at you curiously,” What are you doing here?”
“Ah you’re here! Perfect ! - I came to -“ You say before Mammon cuts you off.
“Cant y’all see MC is trying to have a proper conversation with ME? Butt out.” Mammon says
“Mammon, you’re so full of yourself.” Levi says bitterly.
“Ay! Watch what you say!” Mammon says.
“Ugh you guys, MC is trying to say something. “ Asmo says
“Right..thanks Asmo..I was going to say that-“
“Can you all kindly shut the hell up?” Satan says marching into the room,”You’re all irritating me! I can hear shouting from halfway across the house.”
“Everything was fine until Levi and Asmo came in tryna be nosey!” Mammon tells Satan.
“I don’t care! Just shut up already-“Satan says before looking at you and his anger briefly replaced by confusion,”It’s you?”
Before you can say anything another voice pops in “Oh would you look at that Beel. I told you they were arguing. “ Belphie says yawning tiredly,”Could recognize Mammons annoying voice far that much of a distance.”
“Hey!”
Beel Hums in agreement as his stomach growls,”Mm yeah, it sure does seem that way. I suppose since MC is here that’s why they’re arguing.”
“Oh- you’re right. I didn’t even see MC til you said it.” Belphie says with a chuckle,”What brings you here? Normally Lucifer would’ve thrown a huge fuss anytime someone came over about being on our best behavior. So I assume he doesn’t know you’re here.”
“R-right-“ You say as they all look at you curiously. Suddenly it feels a little harder to say what you have to.
“I don’t see why the rest of ya need to be here. MC said she wanted to speak to me and-“Mammon starts off but gets cut off
“She did not say that you liar!” Levi says,”She clearly said me.”
“That’s not what I heard!” Asmo says as they all start arguing once more.
“I’m hungry.” Beel says.
“Is that really the only thing you’re concerned about right now?” Belphie asks.
Why does feel…so familiar to you?…it almost ..feels like when-
“So why are you here MC?” Satan asks (demands) gathering the attention of the others and knocking you out of your thoughts.
“Oh that’s…..right…” You says.
“Well spit it out, we don’t got all day now.” Mammon says growing increasingly impatient.
You look at all of them as they stare at you with such a familiar twinkle in their eyes. One that you thought you’d never really see again.
“I’ve…”You say bowing your head down,”I’ve come to say goodbye.”
It’s grows eerily quiet.
“Uh…okay?” Mammon says shrugging his shoulders,”You going on vacation or sum?”
You shake your head,”No, I’m leaving Mammon.”
“For how long?” Mammon asks again not quite grasping your words.
“I ..well-“ You say unsure of what to tell them as you twiddle your fingers together.
“Like a couple months or ?” Mammon waits for your answer.
You could feel everyone’s stare bore into your skin as they await your answer.
You hear Satan sigh,
“They mean forever Mammon. It means they’re never coming back.”
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