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wileys-russo · 7 months

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I just saw a recent interview Stanway where she says she’s learning how to tattoo, so maybe something where Georgia convinces reader to tattoo them and it’s just cute fluff

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"she's getting pretty good you know?" you looked up from your book as vik appeared, nodding to your girlfriend working away in the corner of his tattoo studio. "she harassed you to try it on some real skin yet?" the man grinned as you playfully rolled your eyes. "only every single day."

"you any closer to saying yes?" he smiled knowingly. "maybe a little. like you said, she's getting pretty good." you admitted fondly, marking your place in your book as vik disappeared to greet a client out front.

not wanting to throw her off you walked behind where georgia was tattooing, watching over her shoulder as she concentrated, hair thrown up into a messy bun and the sleeves of her baggy t-shirt rolled up out of the way showing off the dozens of little tattoos littering her arms.

"hello you." she paused, flicking off the tattoo gun and carefully place it beside the prosthetic fake skin she was practicing on. "looks good amor." you complimented as she swiveled her chair around to face you, tugging you down to sit on her lap.

"you look good." she grinned cheekily, her thick accent sending you swooning. "would vik let you tattoo someone yet?" you questioned with a small smile, watching georgias face absolutely light up at your question.

"wait here!" she gently moved you off of her and raced away making you laugh quietly and take a seat, admiring the small designs she had been practicing just moments before.

"he said yes! he has to supervise me and i can't charge ya, not that i would do that obviously, but he said yes!" georgia beamed, grin from ear to ear as she came sprinting back into the room. "do ya know what you want?" georgia asked and you nodded, standing to retrieve your phone.

"wait. baby are ya sure?" georgia grabbed your hands, interlocking your fingers and sweetly kissing your palm. "very sure. why? are you scared of what my sisters might say?" you teased, smile widening seeing the way her face instantly paled.

"er i didn't think bout that! maybe not then." georgia worried as you grinned. "baby they both have tattoos too, they will not care!" you assured, reaching up to move some flyaways out of her face.

"anyway. i want these, can you do them?" you showed her your screen, worry replaced with a frown as she inspected the two small designs. "yeah, i think so." she nodded confidently, bending down to reward you with a kiss before running off to grab what she needed.

"okay. ready? ready?" vik sat down beside georgia to watch on as you both nodded, georgia kissing the crook of your elbow as you sent her a smile, laid down on a chair as your arm was stretched out and ready.

"baby tell me if i'm goin too deep and it hurts." georgia warned, eyes glazed over with concern. "it's supposed to hurt, no?" you teased but nodded in agreement making vik chuckle, instructing georgia as she flicked on the tattoo gun.

your chosen designs were all linked in with your family, and though you'd been tattooed before you had seldom in visible places so a lot was on the line here and your girlfriend knew that.

you flinched just a tiny bit as her needle met your skin but once you adjusted to the buzzing and the slight sting you mumbled encouragement over and over to the blonde in front of you whose confidence grew as each minute passed, watched over carefully by vik.

"ya alright love?" georgia checked in as she wiped down the first little tattoo she'd now finished, vik nodding he was also happy with it. "you're doing so good baby, barely hurts." you complimented, your girlfriend blushing slightly which the man beside her was quick to tease her about as she rolled her eyes and flicked the gun back on.

"just try not to think about that you're tattoing la reina's baby sister a week before you play her." "shut up vik man! your makin me dead nervous."

"did you forget your barca jersey in germany hermanita?" you rolled your eyes before you even turned around, your older sister pulling you into a headlock and ruffling your hair before you pushed her off.

"im not picking a team today." you glared at her, refusing to choose between your sister or your girlfriend as they lined up against one another for the champions league, much to the annoyed protests of both parties at your decision.

"hola mami." you smiled, your mother pulling you into a tight hug, not having seen you in over a month now you held her for as long as she needed before you released her and she wiped away a few tears, you quick to promise you would try and come home to visit more.

"you got new tattoos!" your sister realized the moment you'd pulled away from the hug with her. "shut up alba!" you hissed smacking her arm as you all walked into the stadium and up to your seats, your mother well in earshot who only turned with a smile.

"i have long given up reasoning with any of you about what you put on your bodies mija."

"i like them but they are a little....wonky?" you yanked your arm out of her grip as the three of you sat down. "georgia did them. be nice!" you warned only causing her to throw her head back and laugh.

"oh hermana just you wait till ale hears that, your little girlfriend is a dead woman."

"assist and a goal. you played so well gee baby!" you greeted your girlfriend by the barrier with a grin and a kiss, pulling her sweaty form into a hug, murmuring a more quiet condolence for the loss.

"wish my name was on your back." the blonde frowned causing your smile to widen as you kissed away her pout. "any other game you know it would be." you promised softly, glancing up and seeing your eldest sister marching her way over.

"incoming. be strong! don't let her boss you around." you warned as georgia's eyes widened but before she could even speak it was too late. "stanway!" you shot alexia a firm glare as she arrived, slinging an arm over your girlfriends shoulder and steering her away.

"no. you stay!" she warned as you tried to jump the barrier to follow after them, watching on sympathetically as your sister marched the poor girl away from you. "you had a good game." alexia started, georgia stammering out a thank you with wide eyes.

"whats all that then?" keira appeared beside you, pulling you into a hug as you congratulated her for the win. "i let her do it." you smiled, holding out your arm with the fresh tattoos as keira inspected them with a whistle.

"well its been nice knowing her, but she's a dead woman now." "why does everyone keep saying this!"

"so. you have been permanently marking my sister now stanway?" alexia accused, moving to tower over the shorter girl whose face pale as she tried to stammer out an excuse.

"no more. if i find one more single tiny mark on her that i know she was not born with, i will make sure to have the barca crest inked on your face. that is a promise!" alexia warned firmly, georgia nodding repeatedly and rambling out an apology over and over, a satisfied smile settling on the eldest putella's face as once again her arm slung over the midfielder and she walked the two of them back toward you.

"i'll see you at dinner hermana, you too stanway." your sister kissed your forehead and winked to your girlfriend before striding away toward the change rooms.

"are you okay baby? what did she say?" you asked a very pale georgia, keira doubled over in laughter at her best friends expense, having been the one who introduced the two of you in the first place.

"er well i think i need to learn tattoo removal now."

#georgia stanway x reader #georgia stanway #woso x reader #woso blurbs #engwnt #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #alexia putellas x reader

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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is there any chance of getting vampire daddies 🤧💔

idk if this is what you meant...but I've been really wanting to do a mom reader and a lil bb <3

Vampire (Levi) x Single mom reader

Word Count: 2.5k

W: some violence and minor character death, drugging, kidnapping, babynapping, cute baby, sfw vampire fluff, small character injury

“What is she doing here?!” your client Levi Prishdarov growled, baring his vampire fangs at the bundle on your back. He was a massive vampire, looming over the two of you at something like 7 feet tall. His jet black hair hung around his shoulders in loose waves, brushing the red silk house jacket that matched his eyes. It hung open, revealing his alabaster chest, looking like a carved Greek statue.

Behind you, your six month old daughter, Meryl babbled baby speak and yanked on your hair, pointing at him with one small finger.

“Daaaa!”

You gave Levi an apologetic smile.

“Sorry Mr. Prishdarov,” you said quickly, pulling your arms out of the fish tank you were working on and wiping them on a rag, “her son-of-a-bitch father ran off, so Meryl’s gonna have to come with me on my runs for a while, I hope you don’t mind. I promise she won’t disrupt my work.”

You hadn’t meant to be so candid with the Lord of the largest vampire clan in the area, but you’d been under a lot of stress recently. You’d just gotten out of a relationship with your asshole ex fiance after he decided six months after Meryl was born that monogamy and fatherhood were not for him.

He left you high and dry with a business to run on your own and a baby. He’d taken off with everything in your bank account, so you didn’t even have any of your savings for daycare. Fortunately Meryl was at least big enough to ride on your back while you went around town servicing fish tanks.

When people asked you about her you’d given up on pulling your punches and trying to talk delicately about the situation. You had no choice but to bring her with you, so you needed all the sympathy and understanding you could get. Occasionally she cried or you had to change her diaper, which wasn't a good look.

He wrinkled his nose at your daughter and took a step forward, examining her. He poked her cheek with a large, cold finger and her eyes got big. She grabbed the digit with her tiny chubby hand and stuck it in her mouth to chew. His cold skin probably felt nice on her poor little gums, sore from teething.

“You don’t have a wet nurse?” he asked.

You chuckled.

“I don’t think they’ve had those around for a hundred years, sir,” you laughed.

“So you are just carrying her around with you? Exposing her to germs and strangers?!” he gasped.

You shrugged, handing her a bit of clean tubing to play with in hopes she would release Levi’s finger.

“I think she’ll be fine,” you assured mostly yourself, but it did concern you that you had to go to all these different places with her. This wasn’t the vision of motherhood you imagined, toting her around like luggage to your jobs, but it was nice spending time with her and she was a happy baby, smiling at everyone and collecting pats.

The hardest part so far had been keeping her out of your clients hands while you worked and in her carrier. They had a tendency to pick her up and tote her off throughout the house. There were odd selfies of her all over instagram with her fans. You worried about her being exposed to so many people, but you were dancing on a delicate line.

Levi glared at the two of you, so you quickly finished up your work to make yourself scarce. Not everybody liked babies and you weren’t surprised a vampire lord would be a little miffed by one.

–

“Here comes the choo-choo!” you giggled, aiming the little spoon of baby food at Meryl’s mouth. It had been a long day running all around town to refill tanks with salt water, feed and restock fish, and do all the other things a fish tank service person did all with a little cinnamon roll wriggling on your back.

Fortunately, all the activity had made her sleepy and she was barely keeping her eyes open as you tried to coax her into eating her mashed peaches as you held her, sitting on the bumper of your van.

You had one more stop for the day, at the house you were parked in front of, and then you could take her home, make dinner, and the both of you could crash until she woke up hungry again.

You stretched, before strapping a sleepy Meryl back to you and knocking on the door.

“Hello Mr. Gujek,” you said to the orc standing there. He frowned down at you.

“Is that a baby?” he asked.

“She’s my daughter,” you clarified, “her name is Meryl, but she won’t get in my way, she’s passed out.”

He didn’t look happy, but you ignored it. It was the end of the day and you wanted to get this last job over with so you could get home.

“Can’t you leave it in the van?” he asked.

You glared at him, setting your things up by his thousand gallon arowana tank.

“I am not leaving her in the van,” you snapped just as harshly as you meant to, “she’s fast asleep. She won’t cause any trouble.”

The orc seemed extremely put out, but again, you brushed it off. It was the end of the day, you didn’t really have the patience to get into a long discussion about anything. All Mr. Gujek needed was a filter change and to administer some medicine for fin rot. You’d be out of there in fifteen minutes.

He disappeared for a moment, leaving you with the fish, then reappeared a minute later holding a cup of coffee.

“I’m sorry about that, I wasn’t expecting you to bring your baby. I was just surprised…” he trailed off more gently, “you must be tired. Have some coffee.”

You glanced at him from beside the tank and accepted the cup without thinking, taking a sip. Coffee was exactly what you needed after such a long day.

“Thanks Mr. Gujek, you have no idea how much I needed this,” you chuckled, throwing back a bit more.

He gave you a tight smile. You went back to replacing the filter, balancing the cup on the tank stand only distance suddenly seemed wonky. As you moved your hands they seemed further and further away and less and less responsive to your brain’s orders.

“Huh?” you murmured and then the world got swimmy.

You immediately thought of Meryl, pulling her safely to your front in the wrap you carried her in, as you started to sink the floor, the world getting foggy. Your last thoughts were of protecting her head with your hands as you hit the ground and things went dark.

—

“I didn’t know she was going to have a baby with her,” Mr. Gujek’s voice snarled at someone.

Your eyes felt itchy and dry and it took you some time to get them open.

“I’m not killing a baby,” he said, “that’s why I called you. Can’t you do something with it? Sell it or raise it as livestock or something? I just want the woman. Just don’t…you know…murder it…that’s bad karma...no, it’s not the same as kidnapping! Whatever, hurry up and get over here!”

You shook your head, trying to chase the fogginess away but it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

“Meryl…?” you groaned, trying to look around, your panic slowly growing as you realized you couldn’t move your arms and legs and Meryl wasn’t in them.

You were in a bedroom, chained to a modern, nice bed with a cushioned headboard and expensive sheets.

“Meryl?!” you cried, looking around. You didn’t see her anywhere! You went into full on panic mode, screaming and fighting your restraints until your bones started popping. You were considering whether or not you could break your thumbs to get out of the manacles when Mr. Gujek appeared in the doorway holding your baby in one arm.

She was such a tiny little thing compared to the massive orc, it set off every protective bone in your body.

“Give her to me!” you demanded, “give me my daughter!”

He gave you a chilly smile.

“You should probably stop thinking of it as yours,” he smirked, looking down at her, “when its new master arrives it’ll belong to him.”

She glared up at him, tears building in her wet little eyes and it broke your heart. His disgusting hands on her were worse than her father leaving. She waved her little fists as if she could fight him off.

“This is sick you bastard!” you screeched, tears clouding your vision, “I’ll do anything! Anything you want, please just don’t take her away!”

He crossed the room and sank into the bed next to you.

“You shouldn’t have had a baby,” he pouted, and Meryl started to sniffle in his arms, “Only I get to breed you…but it is good to know you are fertile. Now there’s no question of that. Don’t be sad. I’ll give you plenty of little ones to love, strong orc babies, better than this one.”

You heard the doorbell ring and the orc eagerly hopped up as if a pizza had arrived. You heard the front door open and a muffled question.

“May I come in?”

“Come on,” the orc said, “I want to get this over with so I can get to playing with my new toy.”

You heard Meryl crying and the sound of something wet tearing. Was it fabric? Flesh? Your heart pounded and tears rolled down your cheeks. Meryl! Meryl had to be okay!

You struggled with the restraints, trying to keep at the front of your mind that if she was still crying she was alive. You could get to her, you just had to try harder. Pain radiated up your arms as you tried to force your hands through the metal cuffs and blood leaked down your wrists as they scraped your skin.

There was a wet gurgle and a thunk, then silence and you froze, tears plummeting down your cheeks.

“Meryl…?” you whispered as your heart went ice cold.

Heavy bootsteps stomped through the hallway, getting closer and closer until a tall dark figure appeared in the doorway.

“Meryl!” you shrieked, seeing her before even seeing the male holding her.

She was propped in the crook of Levi’s large arm, chewing on his finger happily. His other hand was dripping blood. The collar of his white shirt with soaked with it and the sleeve of his suit jacket was dark.

He frowned at you and crossed the room quickly, holding your little nugget under his arm like a china football as he yanked the chains holding you to the bed, snapping them like threads. You held your loose arms out for your baby and he passed her to you. You didn’t even notice him looking you over for injuries and growling at the lacerations on your wrists.

“Oh thank goodness!” you sobbed, holding her to your chest and covering her with kisses.

Finally it occurred to you that it was odd Levi was there and you looked up at him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

He frowned down at you, looking not in the least bit amused.

“The orc wanted to sell me Meryl,” he said, scooping you both up in his arms and carrying you out of the bedroom. You hid Meryl’s face and tried to swallow down the bile that rose as you passed the mess the vampire had made of the orc and left in the hall. His limbs were all over the place and blood was splattered on the walls.

When you got outside he passed your work van and headed directly to his limousine. He washed the bloody hand with some supplies he pulled from a small compartment in the vehicle and started dabbing your wrists with whatever cleanser he kept.

“But…I need to take my van home…” you started to say, but trailed off as his red eyes focused on you.

“I’ll have someone come collect it, the rest of your things are already being taken to my house,” he said.

“Y-you’re house?” you asked.

He looked down at you evenly.

“My daughter and wife are not going to be running around town going in and out of stranger’s homes,” he said with distaste, “as you can see it’s dangerous. You’ll stay at home where it’s safe.”

“Wait…what?! You’re what?!” you asked, “We have a home!”

He nodded.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“I’m not your wife, though,” you said.

He cocked his head.

“According to the state of (Y/S) you are, Mrs. Prishdarov,” he said, more cheerful than you’d ever seen him in all the years you’d cared for his stingrays.

You shivered and narrowed your eyes at him.

“You’re not going to eat us, are you?” you asked, suspiciously and he laughed out loud, displaying a smile you’d never seen before that was very handsome.

“I’m not going to eat my wife and child,” he said, matter-of-factly, picking up Meryl’s tiny hand between two fingers and gently shaking it, “am I, little baby bat? You are not for eating! You are for spoiling! You are going to be the most spoiled insufferable little girl in the whole world.”

He looked at her with absolute adoration.

“Daaaaa!” she gurgled, gripping his finger in her much smaller ones and pushing it in her mouth.

“I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?” you asked as you stared in awe as your little child innocently chewed on the vampire’s digit that had only moments ago been ripping apart an orc twenty times her size.

His eyes flashed and his opposite hand found your cheek, his cool fingers drifting down your face.

“Because I’ve been watching you,” he said smiling, “since you suggested the rays to me in the fish store. I’ve become fascinated with you.”

You'd met Levi at the fish store you'd worked at a few years earlier before your business had taken off. It was a high end boutique for salt water fish and you'd sold him on the stingrays.

They'd always been your favorite and you'd wanted some yourself, but there was no chance you would ever have the money for an enclosure large enough.

You had no idea, the entire time you'd been coming over to his house, servicing his fish tank Levi had been growing more and more attached to you. He'd pined after you, especially, while you were pregnant and delicate, infuriated that your fiance let the little, round mother of his child waddle from house to house working on fishtanks. He sighed.

“I thought I had more time to seduce you after I ate- I mean, I-ah, since…whatever his name was…disappeared,” he frowned, “but of course a pretty thing like you would be popular and attract all the wrong sort. That’s the curse of beautiful women, isn’t it?”

Your eyes widened at him.

“B-but I’m human…” you said.

Surely a vampire clan lord didn’t want a mere human and her baby.

“And you will remain so until you’re done nursing…then we’ll discuss a more permanent arrangement,” he replied.

You gasped.

“A more…permanent-”

“Shhh, you are very tired my little guppy,” he cooed and you felt your eyes getting heavy as he looked into them with his swirling irises.

No! Not again! You tried to fight it, but your world went foggy and your hands went limp around Meryl. When you were asleep, Levi arranged you against his chest and smiled down at his new baby girls.

“Daaadaaa!” Meryl babbled sweetly at him as she tried to grab at his fangs.

“That's right! Don't tell your mama but I killed your sperm donor, little baby bat,” he said in his own baby voice, gazing into Meryl's big eyes and gently wiggling her tiny toes.

He lifted her chubby little foot to nibble it and smiled, “now I’m your daddy. Can you say dad-dee?”

She stuck her foot in her mouth and waved at him with her pudgy hands.

"Daaaaaaa-drrrreeeee," she tried and they both grinned.

#monster x girl #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster oc #monster romance #monster x human #x reader #monster fluff #vampire fluff #vampire #x mom reader #yandere male #male yandere #yandere x darling

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fan-fantasies · 10 months

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Learn to Love (p.1)

A/N: this is just the first part and I feel like it’s a lot of filler so I’m sorry if it’s not great! I’ve been in a pretty bad mental place recently and I’m trying to stick with writing as much as possible so please bear with me 🖤

Pairing: Rhea x Reader

Warnings: mean-ish Rhea, arguing, one suggestive comment, jealousy

Part two

“Interview starts in 10!” Your producer called to you while you finished getting your makeup done. You gave her a thumbs up and went back to playing on your phone.

“All done, gorgeous,” your makeup artist told you, setting down her brush.

“Thank you so much! You’re a miracle worker,” you chuckled, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“You could say that again,” Rhea scoffed, coming up behind you. Your smile immediately disappeared and was replaced with a scowl.

“I thought you had left already,” you snapped.

“They added an interview last minute. You know, since I’m in such high demand and all,” she said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and got up from your chair.

“Yeah well so am I, so if you don’t mind I’ll be going now.”

“Trust me, I never mind you leaving,” she said.

To say that the two of you didn’t get along was an understatement. Ever since coming up from NXT, you had a target on your back from most of the women. You never expected to have one from the women’s champion. She knew what it was like to be a rising star so a part of you had hoped she might take you under her wing. All dreams of that were dashed, however, when she started having an attitude toward you. You gave it right back, of course, not wanting anyone to view you as weak.

“Thank you so much for joining us! What you’ve done so far in NXT and now on the RAW Roster is incredible. Some people are saying you’re the next Rhea Ripley. What do you have to say to that?” The interviewer asked.

“I say that Rhea wishes she was the next me,” you scoffed. You saw Rhea watching behind the cameras with anger in her eyes.

“She better watch out, because I’m coming for her throne.”

Rhea left after that, allowing you to finish your interview in peace. You found her not too long after, though, in Vince’s office.

“She’s a spoiled brat! She shouldn’t even be on the roster,” she told him.

“Maybe you should put that title on the line and we can see who really doesn’t belong here,” you snapped.

“You haven’t earned the right to be in the ring with me.”

“Oh what? You expect me to kiss the ground you walk on just cuz you’re the champ? I don’t think so!”

“Enough!” Vince yelled, making the both of you freeze. “The both of you are going to stop acting like children and you’re going to learn to work together. And better yet, you’re gonna learn to love it!”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mumbled quietly, looking at your shoes.

“You’re gonna do more than say sorry. You’re gonna have a championship match,” he said with a smug smile.

“Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think she should just be handed a title match against me,” Rhea argued. The smile never left his face.

“And who said it was against you, dear? The two of you will be having a title match, but not as opponents- as tag partners.”

“What?” You both yelled.

“You’re going to learn to get along and work together. Frankly, we’re all sick of the back and forth between you. So put that passion toward something better than petty arguments,” he told you. “From now on, you will eat together, sleep together, and train together. You will learn to be a functional, and maybe even successful, team.”

“But-“

“Nope! You’re dismissed. Go work out your new schedules,” he said, waving you both out of the room. You knew there was no arguing with him once he set his mind to something.

You both left the room feeling defeated. How were you going to work with this horrible woman?

“Listen, I don’t know what your training regimen is, but you’re gonna have to kick it up a notch if you want to work with me,” Rhea snapped.

“Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t want to work with you. But since I have to, let’s make this as painless as possible. We can train at the same time, we can stay in the same room, but we don’t have to do anything together.”

You missed the disappointed flicker in Rhea’s eyes but it was quickly masked with frustration.

“And how do you suggest we learn to work with each other then?” She asked.

“I know how you work, you should know how I work, and that’s that. We’re both fantastic in the ring so we shouldn’t have a problem there.”

“Did you just say something nice about me?” She asked with a smirk.

“Don’t get used to it!”

You let out one final huff before storming off. Rhea didn’t bother chasing after you, knowing she’d have to see you again eventually.

Vince was already one step ahead of you, calling the hotel and switching your reservation. You were now roomed with Rhea but you didn’t plan on spending much time around her. She always made you feel second best, and you didn’t want to put up with it.

The hotel you were staying at had a pool, so you figured you’d take advantage and try to relax.

“Hey, I heard the good news!” Someone said, jogging up behind you to catch the elevator.

“You and I have very different definitions of good,” you sighed, turning to face Dominik.

“Well if you’re partnered with Rhea that means you’ll get to hang out with the fam more often,” he said happily. You couldn’t help but soften your scowl. He was like a golden retriever and you knew he had good intentions.

“I don’t think I’ll be around that much, considering we kinda can’t stand each other,” you chuckled.

“She doesn’t hate you, I just don’t think she knows how to express her feelings that well,” he sighed.

“And what feelings would those be?” You asked, actually intrigued. Before he could answer, the elevator door opened and you immediately heard a scoff.

“Just because we’re sharing a room doesn’t mean we have to share our friends too.”

Rhea stormed off the elevator and stood between you and Dom.

“I’m allowed to be friends with whoever I want, but don’t worry I’m not gonna come for your little ‘family’.”

You stepped onto the elevator and quickly pressed the button to close the door. You and Rhea continued to glare at each other until they were closed.

You let your tough demeanor fall once you were alone. When you had arrived from NXT, you wanted to make friends. You so badly wanted to be accepted, but Rhea was making that harder. You’d never admit it, but you were jealous of the close kinship she had with her stable. They seemed like a proper family and part of you craved that- part of you hoped this might be an opportunity to change things. But with every passing interaction with Rhea, those hopes faded away.

You spent as much time as possible at the pool, not wanting to go back to the room. Maybe she would stay with Dom or Damien, avoiding staying in the room with you. When you got back upstairs, you found that you weren’t that lucky.

“Back so soon?” She asked as soon as you walked in the door.

“Have to come back to my room eventually.” You rolled your eyes and went to your back. You didn’t get to see the way Rhea’s eyes traveled your bathing suit-clad body, licking her lips appreciatively.

“Our room, sweetheart,” she reminded you.

“As if I could forget,” you signed. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Is that an invite?” She asked with a smirk, her comment making you snort.

“We don’t literally have to do everything together,” you said, a faint smile playing on your lips.

“Worth a shot,” she mumbled, glad the mood had lightened a bit.

She waited until she heard the water start to lay back against the pillows. Maybe this could be bearable, if you guys could put your pride aside and try to get along. That would be easier said than done.

The next morning, Rhea woke up before you and contemplated not waking you. She wanted to get a workout in before the flight and knew Vince would want you to join. But you looked so peaceful sleeping she didn’t want to disturb you. She wouldn’t tell anyone that though, she’d say it’s because she doesn’t want you to join her in the gym.

She figured she could soften the blow if she had a peace offering. So off she went to grab coffee, remembering your specific order to a T.

She got back to the room and was happy to find you still asleep.

“Hey, hey wake up,” she whispered, shaking you gently. “Time to get up.”

“No, it’s not,” you groaned. She shook your iced coffee which made you peek one eye open. “Or yes it is.”

“I figured we’d get a workout in before the flight,” she suggested.

“How’d you remember my order?” You asked, taking a sip.

“I mean it’s pretty simple and you always get the same thing,” she said with a shrug.

“Well thanks, I guess. So uh to the gym then?” You asked. She nodded and headed out, making you promise you’d meet her down there.

You didn’t know where this side of Rhea was coming from but you didn’t mind it. You still kept your guard up, though.

You got ready quickly and made your way down to the gym. Rhea had already started warming up so you stuck to the other side of the gym to do your own thing.

“You came!” Dom said excitedly, jogging over to you.

“Figured I should try to be a team player,” you sighed.

“Well I’m glad you came. I know she is too, even if she won’t admit it,” he whispered, making you look over at Rhea who was already watching.

“I don’t know about that,” you said. He threw an arm around your shoulder and gave you a squeeze.

“I know she’s rough around the edges, but she’ll come around.”

Rhea wasn’t sure what Dom was saying to you but she felt jealousy bubble up inside. She stopped what she was going and went over to the two of you.

“This isn’t social hour, we need to get to work,” she snapped. You scowled at her sudden outburst. You figured she didn’t want you getting close to Dom so you stepped away.

“You can go workout or do whatever, and I’ll just do my own thing,” you said.

“If we’re gonna win, we need to push each other,” she insisted.

“You push my buttons, does that count?” You asked, flashing her an annoying smile.

“Just shut up and workout,” she sighed. Dom gave her a pointed look but she ignored him. He shook his head and walked away, telling you he’d see you later.

You wrapped up your workout early and went back to the room without telling Rhea. You wanted to pack and head to the airport a little early.

“Do you usually skip out of training?” Rhea asked, making you jump when you heard her voice.

“Only when I’m not wanted there.”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, coming over to you.

“I don’t know what I did to make you hate me, but I’m over it. I promise I’m not trying to steal Dom away from you,” you answered. “Is that what the issue is? You think I want your little boyfriend?”

Rhea was taken back by your outburst and really had to think for a minute. Deep down, she knew why she acted the way she did around you. And she was jealous- just not of you. She wasn’t worried you would take Dom away, she just didn’t want anyone to take you away.

“Well I don’t. I promise he’s all yours,” you said, throwing your hands up.

“He’s not my boyfriend; he’s like a brother,” she said.

“Well whatever he is, you can have him. But you can’t isolate me from everyone in the company!”

“I’m not isolating you,” she argued.

“You are! You haven’t welcomed me and you’ve made sure no one else has had the chance! Dom is just trying to be nice to me but it seems like anytime he gets close to me you’re stepping in.”

Her gaze softened and she took a step toward you. You put your hand up to stop her.

“He said you have a hard time expressing your feelings, but you make it very clear you don’t like me so he doesn’t have to defend you anymore. I’ll keep my distance and we’ll just fake our way through the tag match, deal?” You picked up your bag and headed toward the door.

“I don’t dislike you,” Rhea said, too quietly for you to hear as you walked out of the room.

She knew she had messed up and Dom was right, she was horrible at expressing her feelings. The truth was she didn’t know how you made her feel; it was all new to her. You were captivating and intriguing and Rhea wanted more than anything to be close to you and that scared her. So she did the irrational thing and pushed you away; but now she realized just how much damage she had done.

She knew you’d be seated next to her on the flight and made a plan to talk to you basically since you couldn’t escape. She needed to explain her actions, or at least try to.

Rhea didn’t see you at the airport despite you being there before her. She figured you were avoiding her.

The flight began to board and she found her seat, nervously waiting for you to join her.

“I get the window seat? Sweet!” Damian explained, pushing past her.

“That’s your seat?” Rhea asked, clearly confused.

“Yeah well your bestie asked me to switch and after hearing what’s been going on from Dom I agreed,” he answered with a disappointed look.

“Yeah well I wanted to apologize to her but now it looks like that won’t be happening anytime soon,” she frowned.

“She’s a sweet girl and one hell of a wrestler; I think it would be good for you to try and get to know her.”

“Well maybe next time don’t agree to switch seats so I can do that,” she sighed.

“I’m just saying, I think you two could be good for each other,” he said.

“What does that mean?” Rhea asked, her face heating up. Damian just shrugged and gave her a knowing look.

Rhea stood up and looked around the plane, eyes finally landing on you. You were sitting next to Shayna, fully engrossed in whatever she was saying to you.

You finally looked up and caught her gaze. Your lips formed into a tight line and you immediately looked away.

“You okay?” Shayna asked, placing a comforting hand on your arm.

“Yeah, never better,” you said with a soft smile.

Rhea’s heart sank and jealousy began to bubble up inside once again. But she knew she couldn’t interfere. She just had to get through the flight and hope you’d let her explain yourself at the hotel.

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could you write about quinn?

had a dream last night: Quinn was in New Jersey for a Canucks and Devils game and went out with his brothers to a roller rink (?), met a girl by the candy machine (her candy had gotten stuck and he politely punched the machine to catch it) they spent the night talking (the two youngest Hughes looking for him like fools) and he invited her to watch the game and, soon after, a date; she said she would go to the game but would only accept the date if he scored a goal for her (he scored a hat trick)

Hi!! I was not expecting to get requests but hey, I'll give this a go! I took your prompt and switched up a few details (hope you don't mind!)... Here it is! Let me know what you think about it 😊

wrong stop, right time

“Mom is going to kill us.”

“Calm down, Moose. It’s only been ten minutes.” Jack sighed, typing another text to their older brother.

“Jack, we lost Quinn in the New York subway system.” the youngest Hughes pointed out, pulling on his curls, pacing back and forth in the busy station.

“Correction: Quinn got lost. I told him to get closer to the door and not to leave our side. What did he do? Lagged behind and couldn’t get out on time... And now he doesn’t have service. Amazing.”

Quinn Hughes was very good at a lot of things. Using public transportation wasn’t one of them. A lot of people. A lot of lines. A lot of stops that, to him, looked exactly the same. He didn’t remember the name of the one he was supposed to step out of the train on with his brothers. His phone didn’t have service.

Never in his wildest dreams had he thought there would be that many people on a train, all trying to leave at the same time. He did the polite thing, he waited for others to go first. The train wouldn’t leave the station with people still lining up to leave, right? Wrong. The door closed right in front of his nose and he watched as his younger siblings’ smiles turned into matching horrified expressions while they saw him disappear.

Why had he let them convince him that using the subway to go into the city was a good idea? They should’ve just let him drive. This was all on Jack’s recent obsession with carbon dioxide emissions. Leave it to him to watch a random documentary the week the Canucks were supposed to play the Devils and decide he was going to save the planet.

After the shock wore out, he concluded the logical thing to do would be to get out at the next stop and catch another train that went the other way. Waiting by the doors, the hockey player waited anxiously for the vehicle to stop before immediately stepping off once they opened. A wave of relief washed over him. He was going to figure this out. He was going to reunite with his careless little brothers in no time.

“Oh, come on!” someone groaned loudly.

Quinn turned his head to his right, his eyes landing on a young woman desperately pushing every other button of the old-looking vending machine in front of her, tapping the glass as if that was going to solve whatever her problem was. Checking the screen above him for the next train, he couldn’t help but let his gaze travel back to the girl.

“I am not going to leave before you give me what is mine, asshole.” she huffed, making him chuckle. He was definitely not the only person the Universe had decided to test that day.

“Can I help you?” he asked, drawing closer to the machine.

“Not unless you’re the maintenance guy, buddy.” the young woman replied, turning to look at him.

The frown on her face softened almost instantly when they locked eyes. Normally the offers to help came from creepy old men, seedy-looking individuals who gave her chills. This one, though... He was different. His hair was on the long side, neatly styled so it looked effortless, his jaw covered with stubble, and his gorgeous blue eyes were currently scanning her face, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his full bottom lip. Y/N couldn’t quite put her finger in it, but she was sure she had seen him before.

“I’m not the maintenance guy, but I’ve got cash on me if you need it.” Quinn shrugged, trying to play it cool as he stood in front of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

“Oh, no. I’ve got cash, but I’m not giving any more of it to the goddamn machine. It ate up my money at it won’t give me what I paid for. It’s unethical.”

“I don’t think the machine knows that.” he chuckled, finding her annoyance adorable.

“Yeah, but I do. So, …”

“Quinn.” the hockey player provided.

“Quinn. I am going to get my gummy bears now. Don’t rat me out.”

“Wouldn’t think of it, …”

“Y/N.” she introduced herself, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “I’ve been trying to get them to fall, but I don’t think I’m doing it hard enough.”

“Would you like me to try?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Y/N winked, stepping aside.

Quinn inspected the old piece of metal, trying to shake it the best he could.

“Do I know you?”

“I don’t think so.” he mumbled, looking around before closing his fist and hitting the side of the machine swiftly.

The small package of sugar coated gummy bears fell, hitting the bottom with small thud. The Canucks' defenseman crouched down, picking it up and handing it to the beautiful woman standing beside him. It wasn't like him to risk someone seeing him break rules, but he couldn't help but want to make her happy, even if they had just met.

"Are you sure? I feel like I've seen you before." Y/N insisted, eyeing him up and down. "Thanks, by the way. Very knight in shining armor of you, Quinn."

"No worries." the eldest Hughes brother shrugged. "You can come visit me in prison when they arrest me for theft."

"Hey! I did pay for this."

Quinn smacked his own forehead, jokingly. "Right. Forgot about that detail. We're probably good, then." he smiled.

Y/N's lips curled into a matching grin. "I think so."

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, but we lost our brother in one of your trains." Luke told the woman working at the help counter, looking behind him to check if Jack was still talking to Brock on the phone. "Can we get like an alert or something going around so he knows we're here? I don't think he has service."

"Sir, breathe, please. We can, what's his name?"

"Quintin. Or Quinn, for short."

"Alright." the subway employee spoke calmly, typing something into the computer in front of her. "And how old is Quintin?" she inquired, looking up at his face, by now devoid of any color.

"He'll be twenty-four in October."

The lady scowled at him, shaking her head disapprovingly.

"You young people should get a ticket for wasting our time like this. These services are provided for children or people with particular health conditions. Does your 24-year-old brother have any particular health conditions, young man?"

"He's a bit nearsighted."

"Luke!" he heard his brother call from behind him. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Testing my patience." the woman replied, rolling her eyes. "Next!"

Jack dragged his younger brother away from the counter, forcing him to sit down in one of the benches.

"Luke, chill. Brock says he'll only be in trouble if he doesn't show up for morning skate tomorrow."

"Why aren't you worried they'll think we're trying to sabotage them?"

"That is the dumbest thing you have ever said."

"You're clearly not from around here so... What brings you to New York, Quinn?" Y/N asked, holding out her gummies so he could take a few while they sat waiting for the next train.

"I heard there were a lot of girls in need of help with their candy."

"Oof, that came out wrong." she snorted.

Quinn's cheeks immediately turned red, embarrassment washing over him as Y/N nudged his shoulder with hers.

"I'm messing with you, Mr. Shy."

"I'm here for a game." the oldest Hughes admitted, looking up at the board again.

"Oh, nice. Let me guess... Basketball?"

"Not with this height." Quinn chuckled. "I do have a great jumpshot, though."

"So you're not here to watch?"

"I'm here to win." he replied, his blue eyes meeting hers.

"Oh, Quinn, that was hot. Well done!" Y/N praised, fanning herself.

The Canucks' defenseman didn't know if Y/N could tell he had gulped when she said those words, but he was hoping he could play it cool, for the sake of them both.

"What do you play?"

"Hockey."

Something seemed to click inside her head, making her eyes turn wide as she struggled to chew the gummy bears in her mouth quickly enough so she could ask her question.

"Wait a minute, that's where I know you from! Hughes, right?"

"That's me."

"Oh my roommate showed me so many TikTok videos of your brother... is it John?"

"Jack." he corrected, smiling softly.

"Right. Oh boy, she'd kill me if she knew I referred to her crush by the wrong name to his own brother."

"It's fine, I always thought he looked more like a John too."

Y/N looked up at him with a glint in her eye, matching his laughter with her own. Wasn't she something else?

"She did send me a couple of videos of you as well."

"Yeah? How were they?"

"Don't look up Quinn Hughes pony... ever."

That sent the two of them into a spiral, not caring if everyone else waiting for the train was giving them dirty looks. God, she was funny. She didn't seem phased by his presence either, now that she knew who he was.

"Tell me how I can repay you for helping me with the much needed candy." Y/N demanded, bringing him back to planet Earth.

Now or never, Q.

"Well, I think you should definitely make it up to your roommate first, you know, for making her look bad with the fake intel on my brother."

"Hmm... Right..." she played along. "How would I do that, exactly?"

"You could take her to the Canucks/Devils game tomorrow night." Quinn shrugged, hearing the train coming from afar.

"I'm listening..."

"I can get you a couple of tickets and you can come with her, have a good time." he added, getting up.

"Oh, you can?"

"I know people." the defenseman winked, rejoicing internally once he saw the smile on her face.

"Right, right." Y/N nodded.

"I'll leave them to Y/N..."

"Y/L/N."

"Y/L/N. It suits you."

He pulled out his phone, a flood of texts and missed calls filling his screen. He typed out her name, handing her his phone so she could give him her number.

"Stop being so smooth, Quinn." Y/N fake whined, checking if she had put down her digits correctly. "I can't fall in love with a man who lives in Canada."

"Sucks for you, because you're going out on a date with me afterwards."

The train pulled up to the station, signaling it was time for them to part ways.

"No can do. It will break my heart."

"You owe me, right?"

"Well, I'm already coming to your game."

"Doesn't count, that's a gift for your friend."

People were scrambling out of the carriages, but Quinn wasn't budging.

"Fine. I will go on one date with you if you score a goal or whatever you call it."

The Canucks' defenseman smiled broadly, reaching to squeeze her hand before stepping onto the train.

"I'll text you the details, Y/N!" he called out, already inside.

Y/N chuckled to herself, her cheeks turning pink at the movie scene playing out in front of her.

"You need to score first!"

"I'm coming for that heart, Y/N!"

"There he is! The prodigal son returns!" Jack announced, making Luke let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't ever do that to us again!" the youngest Hughes added, rushing to his big brother.

"Damn, Moose, you sound like mom." Quinn chuckled, meeting them halfway. "I'm scoring three times tomorrow, by the way."

"Yeah, we'll see about that."

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vivalas-vega · 1 year

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move on / part three

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“Will you stop being such a baby?” you asked, trying to stifle your giggles as you turned your head to look at Rooster in all his pouty glory. You’d just beaten him for the third time at pool before he decided to call it quits and give his battered and bruised ego a break to sulk in one of the booths. You’d followed behind shortly after, not wanting to get involved as Coyote and Phoenix went head-to-head, their insults still clearly heard even a dozen feet away. Rooster slung his arm over the back of the booth and shot you a look of disdain.

“I’m not being a baby, I’m just saying you have an unfair advantage.”

“The fact that I’ve been playing pool longer than you have is not an unfair advantage, it’s just a fact of life,” you shrugged, enjoying his misery and the free drink the skills you’ve been honing for years earned you.

“Regardless, I’m never playing you again.”

“Scared, Chicken?” you teased, nudging his knee with yours and you felt a pair of eyes on you but you were trying to ignore it the best you could.

“Me? Scared? In your dreams,” he replied and you just shook your head and laughed. Things had been going a lot better than you had anticipated they would, you were terrified Jake’s sudden return would completely unravel all the progress you had made over the last few months but it didn’t. All of Rooster’s help, advice and support had stuck with you and kept you strong, and you were committed to coexisting as colleagues. You hadn’t yet plucked up the courage to ask Jake why he had left, as with most things recently Rooster had been right when he said you wouldn’t feel settled until you knew the reason but you just weren’t ready to go there yet and reopen the wound when it was still so fresh.

“Keep telling yourself that, Chicken,” you chuckled, resting a hand on his knee and keeping it there, “how did that date go last night?”

He shrugged, “don’t think she’s the one but she’s fun to hang out with, don’t think either one of us are looking for anything serious.”

You hummed, “sounds like a promising mutually beneficial not-relationship,” you joked.

“Could be, no immediate red flags which is a good sign,” he replied.

“Any yellow flags?” you asked and he laughed.

“She reached for the check even though I’m the one that asked her out.”

“Classic move, reach for the check even though you know your date is paying. It’s just considerate, I’d say a very light green flag.” Phoenix made eye contact with you as she set her pool cue to the side and you squeezed Rooster’s knee before getting up to join her in the restroom.

“How are you doing?” she asked, attempting to be nonchalant but she was about as subtle as a hand grenade.

“I’m good, Phe, surprisingly good.” She nodded at this, leaning over the sink to tame some hairs that had escaped her bun. How she didn’t immediately pull it out after changing into her civvies was beyond you as you fussed with your own hair before heading back out into the noisy bar where you approached the pool table and caught a conversation you knew you weren’t supposed to.

“Come on man, dick move asking me that, you know I don’t want to be involved.”

“It’s just a question, Coyote.”

“A loaded question. You weren’t here man, shit got really dark there for a minute and we were all scared. Rooster stepped up, shifted his life around to be there for her day and night and got her to open up when no one else could. You don’t get to ask questions about Rooster and Birdy, and you don’t get to have an opinion.” Coyote said with a sigh and your brows furrowed in confusion.

“They seem really close is all I’m saying, I didn’t mean anything by it.” Jake said and you pieced together what he must have asked… something along the lines of you and Rooster being an item. You weren’t sure what you were feeling at first, not sure how you should react to him asking such a question as Phoenix cleared her throat next to you and guilt quickly passed over Jake’s features as he noticed the two of you.

“Birdy-” you just held a hand up to silence him before deciding to walk outside, desperate for a breath of fresh air.

“Are you shitting me, Bagman?” You could hear Phoenix chastising as the door swung shut behind you and as you took those first few steps out into the sand you felt anger start to bubble, pushing to the surface and welling your eyes with tears. You inhaled deeply, trying to remember one of those breathing exercises Rooster had taught you but it wasn’t doing much to help at this moment. You felt the atmosphere change around you and this only made you angrier, the fact that your body was still so in tune with him that you needed no visual or auditory confirmation of the fact that he was there… you just knew.

“Birdy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” he started but was cut off as you turned around to face him.

“Didn’t mean what? You didn’t mean to ask Coyote if Rooster and I were dating? As if that’s any of your business? It was an accident and it just slipped out of your mouth?” you asked, everything you’d been telling yourself about keeping calm and cordial in his presence flying out the window.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, I just… wanted to make sure I wasn’t missing some crucial piece of information.” he replied, and you felt sick to your stomach looking at him. He looked guilty, remorseful even and you hated it. The first time you saw him on base after his return you had a brief conversation with him about boundaries, about keeping any interactions related to work and letting him know you hoped he got invited to team hangouts because he was apart of the team but that you wanted to keep your distance in social settings and he’d respected that. The last few weeks he’d stayed out of your way and been mindful of each and every boundary you’d set and it was beginning to infuriate you. You knew this was irrational, knew if he hadn’t respected those boundaries you’d be just as furious and Rooster’s words rang in your ears. You can’t be around him without getting to the bottom of it.

“Crucial information? Nothing about my personal life is crucial to you anymore, Jake.” you shot back and he just nodded his head solemnly.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and you thought he looked truly pathetic right now, something that was such a foreign look for him. Usually so cocky and arrogant now looking like a kicked puppy.

“God, stop saying that!” you shouted, letting yourself feel the anger and not sparing him any of it. “Stop fucking apologizing, I am so tired of it, I don’t care that you’re sorry.”

He nodded again, “Birdy, I didn’t mean to upset you, I want us to be able to be around each other without this happening.”

“Then tell me why.” you said, willing the tears threatening to spill over to stay right where they were. “I can’t be around you and not know, and it’s not fair that I don’t know.”

“It won’t… it won’t change anything-”

“I deserve to know. I deserve to know why you carried me home, fucked me, and told me you loved me only to leave in the middle of the night with no warning. Because people don’t do that, Jake! They don’t move in with someone, they don’t talk about white picket fences and engagement rings and golden retrievers to disappear like it all meant nothing. I need to know.” You couldn’t fight the emotion any longer, letting the tears flow freely down your face and Jake’s natural instinct was to close the distance between you and wipe them away but he wasn’t allowed to do that anymore and he grimaced at that realization.

“I loved you too much.”

“Excuse me?” You swore you felt your heart stop in your chest before lurching into a dead sprint, hammering against your ribcage, pulsing through every limb of your body.

“I got scared. I-I loved you too much, too deeply and it scared the hell out of me, Birdy. All the talk of white picket fences and engagement rings and golden retrievers, it… it hit me all at once, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me and I wasn’t ready for that realization.”

“Are you kidding me? All of this, all the heartbreak and the confusion because you got scared? What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shouted, and you winced at your own voice, trying to keep your reactions measured but it was no use.

“I know, it was wrong, I handled everything wrong. Laying there that night with you sleeping so peacefully in my arms it all hit me and I got overwhelmed. I thought if I left it wouldn’t hurt either one of us as badly as it would when I inevitably fucked it up some other way.”

“So, ruin something on the off-chance you might have ruined it later? That makes a hell of a lot of sense, Jake,” you scoffed and wiped at the ever-falling tears on your cheeks.

“I did everything wrong, I fucked up, Birdy and I’m so sorry. If I could change everything I would, you have no idea how many times I go back to that night and wish I could have chosen any other option.” He wiped at his own falling tears now and the sight broke your heart but you refused to let yourself acknowledge that.

“I do know, Jake, because I did the same goddamn thing, only in my version it wasn’t wishing I could change my decision, it was wondering what the hell I did to make you leave. God, I have spent the last year of my life wracked with guilt and grief trying to figure out where it all went wrong, what I did or said that made you run away only to find out it was fear? Cowardice? Over something that is normal in relationships? It’s not supposed to be easy deciding to spend your life with someone but you talk about it, Jake, you don’t pack a bag and disappear.”

“I know that now, I made a mistake.”

“A mistake is a parking ticket. You know what, Jake, you don’t get to make decisions for me! You don’t get to decide what is the easier heartbreak for me to deal with, and you don’t get to decide to abandon me in the middle of the night because you’re afraid.”

“I’m sorry, Birdy. I wish I could take it all back, I wish I had just talked to you about it because then maybe we’d be back in the bar right now kicking Coyote and Phoenix's asses and maybe you’d have a rock on your finger and maybe we’d be telling everyone we need to get going so we can take the dog for a walk, you have no idea how badly I want all of that. I don’t know why I was scared in the first place because there is nothing that could ever be better than a life with you,” he pleaded and it sent a new wave of tears cascading down your face. You wanted all of that too, more than anything but how could you have it now? How could you take that monumental step backwards after everything that has happened in the last year? You couldn’t.

“I wanted that too, Jake, but what am I supposed to think? I hate even giving you this much credit but you ruined me. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or think straight. Rooster was the one who pulled me out, if it wasn’t for him I’d still be in that dark place so while we’re at it maybe lose some of the jealousy towards him and replace it with gratitude. I’m finally okay, finally somewhat happy again and now what? You told me you’re sorry and you wish you hadn’t done it and we’re supposed to pick up where we left off?”

“I meant what I said the night I came back, I’m under no impression you’d ever get back together with me.” he said, his features laced with pain and guilt.

“So why tell me you still want that? As if I don’t? I want nothing more than that rock on my finger and to be planning a stupid wedding with you and arguing with your nosy sisters about dresses and flower arrangements, and asking Mav to walk me down the aisle. That was my dream. You by my side on the ground and in the air, but that dream disappeared the day you did.” He took a step forward as you said this, closing the distance between you and you let him. Every fiber of your being was telling you to take a step back, telling you that tripping and falling into the waves was better than allowing his warmth to radiate throughout your body and pull you in the way it always did.

“Do you still love me?” he asked, his voice low as one of his hands caught your own and your eyes fell shut at the feeling, the first contact you’d shared since that fateful night all those months ago.

“Jake…” you whispered and his forehead rested against your own.

“Just… I know it’s unfair and wrong of me to be asking but just tell me that much.”

“It doesn’t change anything. I can’t go back and you can’t undo what you did.” You shook your head slightly and he raised his hands to cup your face.

“Do you still love me?” You didn’t trust your words, looking up into those green eyes, usually so bright and clear now stormy and filled with worry, so you just nodded, sighing and leaning into his touch as he stroked your tears away with his thumbs. “So let me fix this, let me try, Birdy, please.”

“There’s nothing to fix, Jake.”

“So what’s the harm in letting me try?” he asked and you just stared up at him.

“Always so stubborn,” you softly laughed.

“Birdy, you’re it for me. I was an idiot and I did everything wrong, I messed up the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I know that… just, please let me try to fix this? Let me prove to you that I’m here for the long haul.”

“I guess I can’t really stop you,” you sighed and the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips.

“I’ll take it.” He dropped his hands and moved with you as you began walking back towards the bar, somehow feeling lighter than you had in months but still plagued with the same heartbreak and uncertainty.

“This doesn’t change anything, Jake. Knowing your reason doesn’t change how I feel and it doesn’t change our dynamic,” you said as you approached the door and he just nodded as he opened it for you.

“I know, but I’m going to do my damndest to change your mind.” Walking in you ignored everyone’s curious looks and grabbed your coat and purse from behind the bar where Penny always let you stash it.

“That looked intense out there,” she commented, handing you a glass of water.

“Always is with him,” you sighed and your eyes widened as you saw Jake approaching Rooster, “oh for the love of god.” you muttered, but Penny put a hand on your shoulder to stop you from intervening.

“Just wait,” she said and you both listened in.

“Look man, I’m sorry for what I insinuated earlier, it wasn’t cool. I wasn’t in the loop on what went down when I was gone, I didn’t realize what you did for her… even if it was more than that it’s not my business. I just wanted to say thank you.”

“Didn’t do it for you.” Rooster replied and you smiled softly at the interaction before rounding the bar to approach.

“I know… I just wanted you to know I’m grateful for what you did, and uh… just get her home safe, yeah?” He brought a hand up to the back of his neck, clearly growing uncomfortable with the amount of vulnerability he’d expressed in the last half hour and Rooster just nodded.

“Always do,” he grabbed your jacket from your hands and gave you a once over, “you ready?”

“Thanks for not hitting him,” you said as soon as you stepped back into the cool night air.

“Really wanted to, Birdy,” he sighed and you laughed.

“I know, thank you for fighting the urge.”

“What the hell happened? Because that man has literally almost killed me on several occasions and that was the first time he’s ever been that humble.” And so you told him, filled him in on every detail on the car ride over and continued as you got ready for bed, and he listened, taking in every word.

“I just, I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do with any of it. Of course I understand his reason but it doesn’t really justify the actions. If he’d disappeared for like, three days maybe but a whole year?”

“I don’t really think you’re supposed to do anything, Birdy. You said your piece and he said his, the question is do you want him to follow through on fixing it?” he asked as you settled into bed.

“I don’t know. I mean, what would that even look like?” you asked, turning on your side to look at him. “And… just go with me for a second here, if he does fix it and miraculously everything goes back to normal then what? We just get back together like it never happened? Isn’t that just a huge step backwards for me?”

“Depends on how you look at it. If you feel he truly has changed and made up for his past mistakes then maybe it’s a step forward, do you feel like you could ever trust him again?”

“That’s the thing. No matter what he does to try and fix this I don’t know if the trust will ever be there again, he left once when things were fine, who’s to say what he would do when things get hard?”

“The fact that we’re even having this conversation in this depth leads me to believe you do want him to fix it.” he pointed out.

You sighed, “I don’t know what I want.”

“And that’s fine, you don’t need to know right now, you don’t even need to know a month from now. Just don’t let him reel you back in, not yet at least. He was right about one thing he said tonight, there is nothing that could ever be better than a life with you. If he wants it he has to earn it, and once you feel like he has then you can make a decision.”

“Hey, when all our aviation careers are over you should look into being a relationship therapist, it suits you.” you teased and he just rolled his eyes.

“I’m only like this when I’m in bed with you, it would be highly unethical to conduct all my therapy sessions that way.” he laughed.

“Find me any straight woman that would be upset at the fact that she gets to spend an hour in bed with you.”

“Speaking of, I didn’t even ask if you wanted me to stay tonight.” he said, suddenly looking down at the way he was completely tucked into your bed and you giggled.

“I don’t even really need you to stay tonight.” you said, giving him a deadpan look before the two of you were sent into another fit of laughter.

“I went into autopilot,” he said through his laughs before making a move to get up.

“I didn’t say you had to leave,” you said, tugging him back down and he just shook his head as he pulled you in.

“The oh-so-tough Birdy, what would people say if they knew you were just the biggest cuddle bug?”

“That is between you, me, and this bed. If you ever tell anyone I will shoot you out of the sky and you know I can.” you all but mumbled as you sank into his warmth and let sleep tug at the corners of your mind.

“Mmhm, sure.”

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★Bittersweet Discussions★

✭Red Dead Redemption✭

★Fem!Reader, use of Y/N, mention of Isaac & Eliza's death, attempted mugging, mention of abusive family, trauma bonding(?), hurt comfort, mostly fluff though. Same universe as ★Sugar Cube★ because I'm stuck on them. Not proof-read.★

It was a bit upsetting leaving Valentine, it was a pleasant town with a lot of charm, but it was clearly getting a bit too hot. Rumors of Leviticus Cornwall and Pinkertons swarming around were cause for concern, so the time left in the area was limited, ticking down quickly. Which is what prompted Y/N to practically beg for more excuses to go to town, be it for simple errands or for theft. She wasn’t picky which.

Dutch wasn’t going to decline her want to contribute, not when she’d truly proved how good she was at swindling without bloodshed. But, he didn’t trust her all that much. She supposed it was fair, she hadn’t been around too long, and when they found her, she was essentially a damsel in distress. She wasn’t too concerned in proving herself to the man either. That odd, foreboding feeling he brought with him never left. Though, she managed to hide her skeptical glances whenever he’d get into a speech.

Arthur mentioned it once, and she felt what he said rang very true. Dutch had a gift for speaking. She held her tongue, but she couldn’t help but agree. He had the gift of speech, and that was really it. A lot of words that sounded relevant or full of purpose, but when she truly listened, it felt aimless. Walking in circles. It was a lot of mannerisms that commanded respect and big words of empty encouragement, things that made him sound like a level-headed leader. She’d met men like that before. Mostly preachers. Not that Dutch was a holy man, Lord no.

That aside, she’d managed to grab a few wallets and pieces of expensive accessories on the outskirts of Valentine. Mostly by acting like she needed help. She felt a bit guilty when a stranger was particularly nice, but it was a matter of survival. It went smoothly, but if it hadn’t, she could’ve handled it on her own. And even if she couldn’t, her shadow, a couple yards behind her at any given time, made her feel safe.

Arthur Morgan, on his dusty colored Clysdale mare, hand often hovering on his holster. Watching carefully from a distance. He’d had plenty of adrenaline spikes that day, watching her act so well. Maybe she’d do well in plays. He was sure she’d be quite the sight on a stage, perhaps with a musical element, under bright lights and dressed glamorously.

“Alright, I think we should calm it down now. We’ve gotten lucky but who knows how long that’ll last.” The man commented, leading the horse to walk beside her. Y/N chuckled to herself as she tucked a gold pocket watch into her skirt pocket. “Fair point, sir! We’re close to town anyway. What did we need again?” She questioned, tilting her head up toward him.

Arthur sighed fondly, shaking his head. “You’re the one with the list, sweetheart.” He reminded, looking back down to her. Y/N gazed at him fondly. The brim of his hat left a heavy shadow over his eyes, eyes she found herself dreaming of more often recently. The warm sun radiating over his face, illuminating freckles and smile lines.

“Right, my apologies.” Y/N replied to him, looking for the paper on her person. She wondered if he was aware of how much she liked him. It had to be obvious by now, they had a whole secret language purely for asking for affection. He still asked her for sugar, almost daily. But whatever was between them, it wasn’t labeled. She wondered if it should’ve been, or maybe it would’ve been better to leave it be. It wasn’t like it meant much, putting a word purely to describe the emotions in the air between them.

That, and she was far too nervous to ask.

“Here you go. You tell me where to go, boss.” Y/N held up the list to him, speaking cheerfully. Arthur smiled at her enthusiasm as he took it from her hand. A short list of errands and what to get. “The gunsmith, general store. Somethin’ bout talkin’ to the ranch hands, I guess to scope out if there’s any money floatin’ around the livestock.” He mumbled. He gave her back the list as they approached a hitching post, hopping off Dusty. He patted the mare’s neck and rounded to give Y/N the spending money. “I’ll deal with the ranch stuff, why don’t you try the gunsmith.” It was more a direction than a question, but she didn’t mind. Though her face did express a bit of hesitation. “He might not sell to me. I’ve had that happen before, cause, well,” She paused and made a gesture to her being. Not nearly as done up as when they first met her, but still rather put together. Flowy skirt in a pastel color, the little bow around her neck, hair properly twisted up. “If he gives you any trouble, I’ll handle it.” Arthur patted her shoulder reassuringly. “Right, I forgot. I have a big scary cowboy on my side, what was I thinkin’?” She teased, giggling as Arthur rolled his eyes with a sigh. She straightened out his shirt collar and patted him on the chest. “Let’s get these errands done, I wanna see if we have time to get some food that Pearson didn’t make.” She stepped around him to start toward the gunsmith.

Arthur paused for a moment, watching her walk away. His had raised to graze over his collar, as if he’d get to feel the phantom sensation of her hands. He scoffed at himself, tilting his hat down in a moment of embarrassment. He was growing soft, and the worst part was, he didn’t exactly hate it. It was different, and it was pleasant. Not that he thought this little…crush, or whatever it was, would be enough to completely change the kind of man he was. Wanting to be a gentleman to a kind young lady wasn’t going to make up for years of murdering and theft. It was those factors that made in wholy certain he wasn’t worthy of getting bashful over her attention anyway.

From the second he saw her, she seemed to be the opposite of him, even if time had shown they had quite a few similarities. Hell, she’d killed a man the second he met her. Yet, he couldn’t compare himself to her. Not when she seemed so soft and graceful. Not fragile, no, that wasn’t fitting at all. She’d proven several times to be quite the independent type, be it when it came to standing up for herself or problem solving on the fly. However, her atmosphere reminded him of so many sensitive things.

The feeling of a light breeze on feverish skin, the fur of a kitten, the satisfying burn from a fancy whiskey; the kind that went down real smooth. It wasn’t even limited to when she’d actively interact with him either. Sure, he was particularly taken with her compassionate hands squeezing his shoulder reassuringly after the day had worn away at him. Finding some strange solace in her voice when she said his name so warmly, like it brought her joy to say it. But something about her existence as a whole made him feel that way, it was almost frightening.

Whether she came to him in thought or he watched her from afar, it didn’t matter. There was this anemoia with her presence. He’d never had much of a home, sturdy walls and the safety of a roof. But she felt like that, or, he thought so anyway. However a home was described to feel like, that’s what it was. Though he recognized he wouldn’t really know since he had yet to experience it, and he knew he likely never would.

He’d felt fondness and love for women, and others, before. Some more brief than others. Each time, there was a familiar thread that connected the feeling, so he could recognize it.

This time was truly different though. Why, he wasn’t sure. He’d tried to think about it, weigh it to past experiences. He wasn’t keen on being left in the dark when it came to anything, much less his own feelings. He’d failed though. All that ended up happening last time was he’d zoned out and came back too having drawn her face in his journal. Again.

At the very least, he liked her, a lot. Arthur felt his cheeks burn, no doubt red, much to his dismay. He rubbed his face with both his hands, continuing to walk as he groaned quietly to himself. He wasn’t old per say, but he felt too old to be acting so callow. Like he was a teenager again. Easily flustered and giddy over the smallest things. He shook his head at his foolishness, dropping his arms, but keeping his gaze at the ground. He inhaled, steeling himself, raising his head.

“Hey mister!”

“Oh son of a-“ Arthur turned and was met with the sight of a gun barrel. There was no Irish accent from this man or his companion, though they didn’t sound local either. He sighed as the stranger pulled back the hammer, finger on the trigger. The one aiming the gun was a pale man, dark hair and eyes, clean shaven and probably not much older than himself. His accomplice seemed younger, still carrying some youthful glow in his cheeks that was oddly unmatched by an unkempt beard. Arthur blinked slowly, looking at the gun. He raised his hands, though his face portrayed an aloof expression, perhaps a bit annoyed.

“I ain’t lookin’ for trouble.” Arthur said. “Save it, cowpoke. You speak when spoken to, ya hear?” The gunsman spat. Arthur didn’t hide his face of disgust when he saw some spit leave the man’s lips with the conviction he spoke, thankfully not hitting him. Still gross though.

“I want everythin’ you got, or I shoot you where you stand. Got it?” The stranger demanded. Arthur gritted his teeth. “I ain’t got much to give.” He replied, much to the mugger’s annoyance.

“If you wanna do this the hard way-“ The man and his friend flinched when a woman’s voice broke through the air. Arthur felt his heart sink when he recognized the melodic sound. He looked over his shoulder, as did his adversaries. Sure enough, not too far behind him, the sugary-sweet rabbit he’d rode into town with approached. Her eyes wide with worry, her hands clasped in front of herself.

“Don’t interfere, woman!” The younger man shouted. “We’re doing some private business here, so move along.” He pulled out his own gun now, clicking the safety off,

Arthur felt his heart go from his stomach to his throat, blood rushing in quick bursts in his ears. She moved recklessly toward them, in front of him. Blocking him with her arm whilst shouting a protest. Of course, their gun’s aim went to her. That was when she used both hands to cover her stomach, and then pleaded again.

Arthur was now just as confused as he was anxious. He looked over at her face. He’d seen her fear stricken face before, how her brows furrowed with worry, how her lip trembled when her eyes watered. Her face expressed worry now, but it was different. It dawned on him very suddenly that she’d pulled this kind of thing before when playing a trick.

She was acting.

“Please, leave him be. Surely there are other people you could steal from!” Y/N pleaded with a whimpering tone. While the younger man didn’t seem to waver, the older of the two seemed to zero in on her defensive stance with her stomach. “We don’t want their money, we want his.” The bearded attacker hissed. “Please, my husband and I are already on hard times as it is. We need to save now more than ever. Just a little mercy, please.” She begged. If it weren’t for him knowing, Arthur would’ve bought the act fully. She really had a talent for it, even if she was using it for thievery. And, well, for saving his skin.

“Lady, what don’t you get?!“ The young man shouted. “Mason, quit!” The elder man sent a swift whack to the back of the other’s head, his gun lowered. Arthur took a step back when feeling Y/N push at him. She gave him a side glance, and it told him enough. He pulled her to him with hands on her shoulders, before wrapping one arm around her torso, turning her to face him. To shield her more.

“Wh- but, you said-“ “We don’t attack expecting mothers, and I ain’t havin’ you widow’er either.”

The act worked, clearly, but Arthur’s quiet demeanor made Y/N feel unnerved. He seemed disturbed in a way, but she couldn’t exactly take a second to ask why. He was playing along, at least, so she kept up her part as the two men holstered their guns. “We’ll be on our way. But I expect you to keep this between us.” Said the leader of the two. “Of course sir, I won’t say a word.” Y/N reassured. With a nod, the man grabbed his accomplice by the back of the vest and dragged him away to their horses. Soon enough, they were far away, and Y/N gave Arthur more space.

She was worried before because of obvious reasons. He’d almost been shot point blank, and that wasn’t great, but he seemed more uncomfortable than she’d expected. He’d had plenty of these situations happen before. She looked him over, his almost detached expression as he adjusted his hat.

“Arthur?” Her voice spooked him for a moment, but he seemed to click back into reality. “Huh?” He blinked. She clasped her hands together, nervously fidgeting with a small ring she wore, twisting it around her finger. “Are you alright? I’m sorry if I messed something up there, I just didn’t know how else to help without shootin’ them.” Arthur blinked slowly before shaking his head and rubbing his eyes with his hand, letting out a long breath. “No, no. You did great. Just uh, the whole…” He motioned vaguely to her stomach and then around at the air, somewhat aimlessly.

“Oh! Oh, right. I figured that would make them back off. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Y/N said. He’d started walking down the dirt path, she followed beside him. His mood had shifted rather dramatically. She’d seen him annoyed, stressed, downright angry. This wasn’t any of those, which was what made her so worried. He seemed borderline melancholy, and she didn’t know why, but to think she caused it made her a bit sick. “You’re alright. It’s just, an uh, sensitive subject I s’ppose.” He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck while looking at the ground.

That felt more confusing to her, honestly. But she kept her mouth shut. It wasn’t her place to ask, she felt. But Arthur glanced up at her, catching curiosity in her concerned face. There was a lump in his throat that almost seemed to suffocate him. There were very few things he opened up about to most people, especially when it came to things that weighed so heavily on him. He didn’t like bringing up his past, not to others and not to himself. His mind was a stubborn thing and it liked to stick on regrets to the point of making him physically ill. Arthur never handled emotions well, so he’d learned to avoid them for the most part. Not for his comfort, but for his survival.

But she looked so worried, and the air around her was so warm. Arthur looked at her face again and felt his shoulders loosen. He inhaled, holding his breath for a moment, before letting it out in one big huff. The silence stretched a bit longer as they slowly meandered down the dirt path, the air a bit tense. Before he finally unclenched his jaw and opened his mouth to speak, without planning what he’d say. And out it spilled.

“I had a son once.” Arthur said plainly. Y/N’s eyes widened and she almost let her mouth fall agape. She held back her surprise though, not wanting to be rude. She stepped a bit closer though, but kept her hands to herself. “I was young, so was the girl. A waitress I met in a town, lovely girl. I was…reckless, selfish. I knew I didn’t want to stay committed to her but I got’er pregnant.” He explained. He kept his gaze down, whether it was because he was ashamed at the past or that he was admitting sensitive things, she didn’t question. Just listened.

“I wanted to do right by’em. Or, maybe I told myself that to make myself feel less guilty.” He shrugged. “I didn’t stick around, but I didn’t completely leave either. I’d come around when I could to help. Felt it was the least I could do, support’em. I helped make the boy, ya know?” The question was rhetorical but she nodded to show she was listening. This felt so intense and heavy, and she had the distinct feeling the story wasn’t a happy one.

Arthur ran a hand down his face and looked up at the sky before continuing. “At one point, I considered sticking around a little more permanently. Not get hitched to her or nothin’, she deserved better than me, obviously. But Dutch wanted to move further West and I couldn’t take them with me.” He cracked his jaw, clenched his teeth. His nose scrunched up. “Go on, son. Pick what life you want. You can settle down, go soft, force yourself to be a father. Or, you can come with the family who accepted you. Be my guest. That’s what Dutch said to me.” He huffed.

“That’s a terrible thing to say in that situation!” Y/N suddenly spoke, outraged at the callousness. Arthur found himself smiling faintly at her rage. It felt cathartic to have someone on his side, even if it was far too late. “Yeah, never quite got over that. But…I was barely twenty, and, I didn’t know what to do. Dutch raised me and I wasn’t exactly sure how to be a good man.” He grew sad so quickly again. He hit his left palm with his right fist a few times, a nervous tick she’d noticed he had. He seemed to have a lot of them, actually.

“I left, for a long time this time. I didn’t forget ‘bout’em. Though, I remember telling myself they’d be better off without me anyway. To make it easier on myself, as if I deserved that.” He whispered the last part while looking down at his feet. Y/N’s hand reached over to squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. They both came to a stop at a bench in front of the post office, the area barely populated and the sun on its way to set. She subtly guided him to sit down, still listening intently.

Arthur bounced his leg, leaning back to rest against the wall. He swallowed. “Well uh, I came back one day. The place was empty, but the backyard had uhm…two crosses.” His voice grew a bit hoarse. Y/N’s heart broke as she watched him force his face to stay as cold as possible, eyes facing the sky, as if trying to escape into it. “Oh Arthur…” She said in a hushed tone. He rolled the joint of his jaw again, biting his tongue. It weighed so heavily on him and it showed, that was precisely why he didn’t talk about it.

He looked over when he felt Y/N’s hand gently grab his forearm, caressing the skin with her thumb. Her gaze made his muscles loosen, and while the ache of guilt and regret was heavy on his chest, he found himself able to breathe still. It wasn’t suffocating.

“I couldn’t possibly understand what that’s like.” She let her hand fall back into her lap, not realizing how much he ached for the contact once it was gone. She looked around and searched her brain for what to say. It was something so heavy, so she wanted to treat it seriously. Though, she also knew a heavy atmosphere made Arthur itch to run away. He wasn’t a coward, but he wasn’t fond of the feeling. She patted her lap a bit awkwardly. “I mean, the closest thing I guess I could think of was realizing I lost my brother. But, he’s alive, not- I dunno, why am I even trying to relate? I just,” She awkwardly stammered. “I want you to know I hear you, so I’m trying to relate, but I- I can’t. And I shouldn’t be trying, I’m sorry.” She cringed.

Arthur let out a breathy laugh. “I get it. Thank you.” He reassured, watching her deflate in relief. She handled it clumsily, but the sentiment reached him all the same. She rubbed her hands together, still feeling timid about approaching the topic. She wanted to comfort him, ease the pain, but this kind of situation wasn’t something she could fix with a “good job” and a hug. The woman squeezed her hands together before looking him over, hoping her sympathy conveyed in her face. “I thought of something to say, but I don’t know if it’ll actually help as I intend for it too.” She admitted.

Arthur raised his hand in an encouraging motion. “No, go ‘head. I wanna hear what you have to say.” He nodded. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, inhaling slowly.

“I think…I think you would be a great father, all things considered.” She whispered. It was genuine, truly. She believed it fully too, and she could only pray it came across. Maybe back then he was young and reckless, but she could see how well he’d do now. From the way he handled the gang, how he talked to Jack like the boy was his own, a leader and while he could be stubborn and gruff, he had the softness important for child development. He felt like a family man, a good one. She’d told him that before, but she wanted to make sure it stuck.

Arthur rubbed his palms on the fabric of his pants as the words hit him in the chest. He clicked his tongue, allowing himself to smile slightly. “I ‘ppreciate that.” He replied softly. Y/N reached over and squeezed his arm again, smiling at him with so much kindness, it lessened the load of the world again. “I appreciate you trusted me enough to tell me, I don’t imagine it's easy to share.” Her words made him nod again. “It ain’t, and I usually don’t. But you…” He admired her face again. “You’re easy to talk to, I guess.” The woman lit up at that. She’d always enjoyed being told she was nice to be around, that her efforts to make those who cared comfortable to be vulnerable around her worked. It was rare she got an outright confirmation that it was working, it made her feel warm and fuzzy.

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, the feeling is mutual.” She chimed in, making him look up, brow raised and prompting her to elaborate. “I mean it! I know I might seem naive sometimes, but I’m quite the good judge of character. And you,” She nudged him with her arm playfully. “You’re a good man. I think I’ve explained why before.” He chuckled at that, feeling blood rush to his face as he recalled the night at the hotel. It was a completely innocent night, but a powerful one, which he’d found himself thinking back to it often. Though, saying he wished to feel her dainty hands running over his skin again didn’t sound like something a gentleman would say, even if it was true.

Arthur shook his head but he was smiling regardless. “I have a feeling you won’t let me argue.” He said, and she gave a confirmative hum. “I’ve met plenty of people in this world, and plenty that superficially act like you. But what makes you different is you feel, well, safe.” She explained. She’d felt awkward before, but saying this, she felt no shame. It was the truth and she wanted him to know it. She appreciated the shades of blue in his eyes in the warm sunlight as she spoke, truly adoring the little details she noticed. Every freckle and line in his skin. “Safe? Me?” Arthur challenged genially. “Yes sir, you. There aren’t many men in this world that have the feeling you do. Like…like walking into a blanket warmed by a fire, after a long walk in the cold.”

The outlaw scoffed and looked away, his elbow resting on his knee, hiding the lower half of his face in his hand. “I mean it!” She insisted, resting her hand on his shoulder. Had her hand drifted upward, just slightly, she’d be able to feel the speed of his pulse in his neck. Rapid and stuttered. Desperate to compose himself, he looked for a way to change the subject, lest he say something he’d regret or melt into the ground beneath him. “Well, I told you about me.” He sat up straight again, clearing his throat as he looked her in the eye again. “Care to share your own? You mentioned your brother. Wouldn’t mind lendin’ an ear, if you’re willin’ to share.” He said.

Y/N’s mood shifted a bit, and Arthur regretted his attempt at removing the attention from himself, until she prepared herself to speak. “It’s nothing like what you went through, he isn’t dead or anything, just…different.” She explained. Picking at her nails for a moment, she recalled her past. Her father was a mean man, that wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard. But he wasn’t the only member of her family, just the head of it. Her mother was sweet, though, the woman seemed to favor the baby boy she’d given birth to over her daughter. That was a fact Y/N sometimes recalled with bitterness but considered herself mostly healed from. Her cousin came to stay with them later on in life, he wasn’t great from the start, but she didn’t exactly consider him family regardless. Even if others around her went to calling him her brother pretty quickly. But her brother, that always stung a bit more.

“Walter, my younger brother, used to be the sweetest boy. After he was born, my mother got sick, so she couldn’t really care for either of us properly. My father was no good at it, speaking from experience, so I tried to step up.” Y/N explained, shifting her position on the bench for more comfort. “It wasn’t easy, but, after my mother got better I didn’t want to just leave him to the two of them. I liked caring for him, and even though he was a baby, it felt like he actually appreciated what I did.” She laughed at the sentiment. It sounded far more pathetic out loud, seeking validation from the innocent clinginess of a baby. “From the start, he wouldn’t let go of me. Swore up and down I was his favorite person, the best sister to ever live! I held onto that a lot. Especially when he started having a voice of his own, he used to defend me from my father a lot. I know that wasn’t easy. A young man trying to get his father to respect a lady, his rebellious daughter no less.”

Y/N paused as she recalled the various instances of this. How conflicted it’d make her feel, watching the boy she practically raised have to defend her to their actual parents. He did it so valiantly too, even when it caused more grief for himself. Things she wanted to keep him from. Being a punching bag didn’t bother her as much as seeing her brother’s young face contorted in distress and anger. However, being defended after so long felt nice too. It brought a sense of guilt with the comfort, to know someone cared enough to stand up for her against at the expense of themselves, but that last part was what made her sick.

She sighed. “Then, I guess as he got older, my father’s influence seemed more appealing. I mean, my father was a greedy man, but a successful one. Even if most of his earnings came from me.” Arthur watched as the air around her grew somber, and he felt a stabbing in his chest as her mouth formed a frown. For someone with a smile so sugary sweet, her frown put an acrid, bitter taste in the back of his mouth. “He started agreeing with my father more, pulling away from me. I practically raised the boy but as time went on, he seemed like a stranger. I held onto hope that maybe something would break, that he’d go back to how he was.” She shook her head. “Then one day, my father was goin’ on about how ungrateful I was. How I’d be sorry when he finally gave me away. My brother, fifteen then, came in after hearing the shouting.” She leaned back, staring into the ground with a solemn expression.

“For once, I looked and asked him to help. I had never done it before, but, I was so tired. I wanted someone in my corner and I thought, maybe if he saw how much it was hurting me, he would defend me again.” Y/N raised her hand to her hair, fussing with it a bit, something she did when she wanted to soothe herself. Arthur had seen her do it when arguments broke out between people in the gang or when Miss Grimshaw scolded her amongst all the girls for “lazing” about. “Then he said; “He’s right. And you should learn that by now.” And it hit me like a train, full force.” She let out a bitter, scoff-like laugh. It was devoid of any joy, and Arthur felt his heart break when she blinked back some water in her eyes. “He wasn’t the boy I raised. And I knew that the hope I’d ever see that little boy again was gone. Really sealed that when he did nothing but nod when my father told me he’d finally sold me off.”

Y/N shook out her hands and pressed her middle finger to the corners of her eyes, sniffling. “Sorry, I went and made this ‘bout me. I didn’t mean to be so selfish.” She apologized. Arthur shook his head and placed a large hand on her back. She exhaled at the light pressure and the pleasant warmth that bled through her clothes. “Don’t apologize. I asked, and it seemed like you’ve been hopin’ someone would listen.” He replied. She hummed, squeezing her hands together. He noted how much closer she was now, practically tucked into his side, and it gave him a sense of solace. “It’s nothing compared to what you’ve been through.” She downplayed, and he let out a noise to cut her off. “That don’t mean nothin’. It’s still hard on you, clearly. Don’t go actin’ like my pain mean you can’t have your own.”

Y/N fought off the urge to swoon under his caring eyes. It didn’t work very well. “Right, thank you, Arthur.” Her voice brought back that warm feeling in his chest, like he’d taken a swig of whiskey. She huffed and patted her lap. “Alright, ya know what, this day has gone sideways.” She stood up suddenly, full of energy as she pivoted to face him, her face bright and cheery once again. The sky behind her had begun to turn pink, the yellows & oranges illuminated her like a halo. “But, we still got time. I say we go enjoy ourselves with the time. I hear the saloon’s got a new dish they’re tryin’ out, and I think you’ve more than earned a whiskey, good sir.” She held out her hand, the other behind her back, standing straight and proud.

Arthur found himself grinning. He reached his hand out, following her guidance to stand up, even if she couldn’t have pulled him if he didn’t allow it. “What happened to those errands?” He questioned teasingly. “We say we ran into some trouble and try again tomorrow, obviously.” Y/N pulled him along, wrapping both her hands around his own to encourage him faster. “C’mon! I’ll pay!” She cheered.

#red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #female reader #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 arthur morgan

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cup1dt3a · 1 year

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Who Hurt Them!?

Summary: self aware!twst one day sees the player covered in bruises from behind their prison/ screen. And so they finally let their sentience be known. So willing to see this odd occurrence?

You almost hopped out of your bed hearing that there was finally twst merch that was $20-10 dollars only! You blamed it on the game not that well known in your area at the time sadly. But still that was the cheapest you’ve seen anyone price the huge plushes you just had to get them! Never in your life had you even gotten ready so fast and looked so good to go out into public but oh well. Special occasions call for special measures. As you dashed to the door you had realized you almost left your phone on the counter. A super close call! Now off you go to finally get the twst merch you’d kill to have! You chuckled to yourself at the stupid thought of accidentally leaving your phone. As you walked to the store you had been reminiscing on some odd things happening with your Twisted Wonderland app. First, was some unofficial or rare voice lines you’ve been getting throughout the game. For instance one time Kalim had stated “ _____ you’re so beautiful I could stare at you all day!” You giggled to yourself thinking about the whole “ They forgot to tell him it was not an otome game” meme you’ve recently been seeing with Malleus. But as you continued on with the rare voice lines they had all seemed to be a lot more…romantic than what most usual players had gotten. From what you had seen on others playing it on YouTube. Second, was with trying to exit the main menu. Sometimes especially with Floyd when you tried to exit to play in the chat box it would display “ Shrimpy! Don’t leave!” Which you found odd again. But still paid no mind to. Thinking of it as an update because you couldn’t read Japanese at all so you were clueless if they were or weren’t supposed to do that. And you had waited till the English release to start playing. Third, was during the recent chapters. The screen had started to just not let you tap anywhere if it wasn’t on the characters. This was probably just the game was crashing because it has multiple times on your phone. You just can’t bear to delete it from how happy and comforting it always makes you feel. It seemed as if the game had a mind of its own. Almost like a fanfiction scenario where all the characters loved you. Wow imagine you having your own harem with hot anime guys you could only communicate with through a screen? You chuckled at the thought in your head as you entered the small store. Your eyes filled with pure glee as you looked at everything. Seeing how most of it was on your wish list of merch. You’ve been saving up for this for so long and we’re so happy you had. Because you could buy at least 40-50 items here with how cheap it all was.

As you happily roamed the isles of the store you had picked out all your favorite characters. Well all except for one of them you had suddenly reached for. But some guy right behind you had started to reach for it at the same time as you. Causing you both to give each other the worlds most akward high five? Hand shake? Not sure but you soon retracted your hand being to apologize to them.

“ Oh you’re fine just get out of my way I want that figure!” they harshly replied to you smacking your hand away from the small figurine.

You rolled your eyes at the rude stranger not wanting to escalate this into a fight and had walked off into another isle looking for something else. Just trying to enjoy the rest of your short time at the store. But as soon as you had found just the character you needed for your collection the same guy had tried to snatch it away from you. But you were faster than them. Already having ahold of the item. Even as the were gripping your wrist.

“ Um… sir could you please let go of my wrist you’re hurting me.” You forced a smile trying to yank your wrist out of his hand.

“ No I saw it first give me it!” He yelled.

“ What are you five? Get over yourself and find another one there are plenty more behind it. And they’re all the same.” You argued ripping your wrist from his hand.

He then proceeded to argue back acting as if he was in the right here. You didn’t want to fight you just wanted to got some food and rest merch as a treat for studying after your endless exams. He then had tried to snack the item out of your hand but had accidentally punched you in the eye. Leaving a bruise as you gasped “ What the hell is your problem!?”

This was quickly catching attention of other customers in the store. You didn’t want any of this attention just a simple treat for yourself but no the universe just said “fuck you be miserable.” You had quickly just tried to leave not wanting to deal with this bs anymore. Along with the rest of anymore of the worrying stares from people just trying to shop. Trying to suck it up as you paid for your little treat the cashier had noticed your distress.

“ Hey, don’t worry I already called security on him. I’m so sorry about your eye do you want some ice?” They whispered to you trying to ease your worries before you left the building. You sighed shaking your head paying them before wishing them a good day.

You hurriedly jerked and slammed the door open just wanting to crawl into your bed and cry. You just wanted to have a good day why can’t you ever have a good day? Whatever you got what you had came for just wishing that the experience was better. You rubbed your still sore eye hoping it didn’t escalate into a black eye from that ass-hole. What was his problem any acting like a 5 year old. You sniffed as you opened your twisted wonderland app. Just wanting some comfort to end the day on a good note as you cuddled up to one of the ginormous plushes you had gotten. Along with your snack and drink right by your side. You stared at the screen seeing the cute little animations and seeing it was Cater on your screen. He was a character you had really liked but never gotten on your screen a lot so this had made you feel a bit better. “ I swear I sometimes just wish I could actually go to your world.” You sighed rubbing your eye again. ” I bet you don’t have random ass-hoke who act like five year olds try and yank figurines out of your hand huh?” You ranted to them. Knowing that you’ll never get a response no matter how much you wished you did. As you ranted about your horrible day you had failed to notice how he reacted to what you said. With each statement of yours he had silently cursed the man who decided to hurt you. How could anyone even want to hurt you. You were too kind, sweet, and generous for anyone to even be able to do that. It should have been a crime in general. But soon you had to leave the game. Well more like you just cried yourself to sleep trying to forget about your eye. And you felt like a crybaby for being so sensitive over what seemed like nothing. But not to them.

“ And you didn’t even try to comfort them!? Cater I expected better from you!” Riddle snapped at him.

“ Don’t you think I tried not every one here has as good of control over breaking their code!” He testified.

“ Geez it sounded like they were in some Black Friday sale! Plus their eye already looks a bit swollen. “ Ace committed.

Unknowingly to you your beloved characters had gained some sort of sentience throughout your time playing. One by one they had all come to a sense of some kind of humanity from your constant ranting to them. But you always would brush it off. And it’s starting to not be as easy to brush off.

“ You know if someone could just hurry up already the herbivore wouldn’t be having this problem.” Leona tsked glaring at a certain firey blue haired man.

“ Do…Dont you dare start this with me again! If …IF you think it’s sooooo easy then be my guest and help at least!” He flipped the lion off.

“ Hey hey! Let’s not fight Idia is trying his best! Plus I think we should focus on our sunshine at the moment!” Kalim said before the two tried to kill each other again.

“ For once I agree with him.” Jamil said as the others agreed.

For they had all been planning to make your wish come true one way or another you would become part of their world. Just in the meantime try to focus a bit more on some of their out of character voice lines from now on ok? You’ll be with them sooner than you know it.

@41sh4 I have delivered your sentient twst idea! Hope it was up to your standards.

And to everyone else I hope you all enjoyed and are having a wonderful day/ or that it gets better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a 💖💕

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twst x reader

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hersie44 · 1 year

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Family (Derek Hale)

Characters included: Derek Hale, Elijah Hale

Requested: No

Type: Angst, Fluff

Reader gender: Female

Word count: 1229 words

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR TEEN WOLF MOVIE

“If anything happens to me, look after them.” The words rung in my ears as the scene played out before me, Derek offering to hold the Nogitsune so that Parrish could burn him. My screams fell on deaf ears as Elijah held me back, I kicked and clawed to get out of his arms, but it was no use. He burst into flames right before our eyes, for a moment I saw his blue eyes turn red before he disappeared before me completely. I couldn’t stop the tears as they fell, holding onto our son’s arms as he held me.

Before that night, we were a family. Far from perfect, in fact our son had seemed to cause so much trouble in our small town that we were constantly busy or had something to talk about. I could see how Derek tried to be a good father, a far gentler man than he was when we first met. Of course, sometimes the old Derek shined through which made me try not to laugh when he was being serious with Elijah.

“How many more times are you going to steal that jeep before the sheriff actually arrests you?” The door slammed shut after those words left Derek’s mouth, I didn’t look up from my book as they’ve had this conversation many times. Elijah had a fixation on Stiles’ old jeep, constantly stealing it for a joy ride.

“We are just trying to understand you.” That was another classic line in this house, but it was the truth. He refused to tell us why he was acting out or why he was dead set on the jeep, even when he and I managed to have a calm conversation about it. This was when I put down my book and looked up at our son, he looked so much like his father that I was almost upset considering I carried him for nine months.

“Elijah, why don’t you go to your room so your dad and I can talk?”

“Finally.” He stomped off, his door slamming shut behind him making my husband sigh.

“He got that attitude from you.” I smiled at him, opening my arms invitingly. Derek walked around to the couch and sat next to me, I rolled my eyes and pulled him into my arms. Even after being together for so many years I still I had to initiate the soft side of intimacy, which I didn’t mind since I knew when Derek needed it most. He finally relaxed, letting out a soft sigh as he rested his head on my chest when I laid back.

“I don’t understand why he keeps doing this, is it me?” I sighed, rubbing his back as I thought about what to say.

“I wasn’t exactly a goody-two-shoes as a teen either, maybe he just inherited my behaviour.” The suggestion wasn’t totally impossible, my family had a track record of being rebellious in their teen years which often led us into lots of trouble. This manages to make Derek chuckle which sends a tingle down my spine, we’ve been together for so long yet the smallest things about him make me fall in love all over again.

“If that’s true then we’re definitely not having any more kids.” I could hear the teasing in his voice.

“Too late for that, wolfy.” This made him look up at me, almost like he was studying my face to see if I was lying. I held his gaze with my own, waiting for him to put two and two together.

“You’re pregnant.” He stated plainly but I could tell that it shocked him. We didn’t plan to have Elijah; he was a surprise early on in our relationship and after him we didn’t speak about having more kids. But recently with all the stress that Elijah had been giving Derek, I had been giving him…we will call it relief. A place to release his frustrations which has now resulted in my surprise.

“Yes, I was at the doctor this morning to make sure.” When his hand laid flat on my stomach, I could tell he was happy with the news, this was the same reaction he had when I told him about my pregnancy with Elijah. He smiled softly up at me, his thumb caressing my stomach. I couldn’t hold myself back in the moment, I leaned down and kissed him.

The kiss held a lot of emotions, it had a certain intensity that you had to get used to when kissing Derek Hale. An intensity that you come to love when you are Mrs Hale.

He was the first to pull away, his hand now caressing my cheek while his forehead rested against mine. In our little bubble was only happiness, our family was growing and I for one couldn’t wait to see Derek holding a baby in his arms again. Even if this baby looked exactly like him again, I would love them even more, I wanted to love them so much that it made up for the family that Derek lost. I wanted to give him a family that was filled with love, the one that he had deserved for so long. The family we had now had its ups and downs, but we loved each other dearly, and that’s all the both of us could ask for. In that moment, the world seemed to finally fall into place again.

“You should go tell our son.” I kissed his nose, a certain sweetness in my voice to coax him out of my arms. He let out a quiet huff, making me giggle as he got up. I watched him take Elijah’s lacrosse stick and walk towards his room…

“Mom, mom…” Elijah’s voice snapped me out of my trance, my eyes snapped to him, and I put on a smile as I saw him standing in a suit that was clearly too big for him. I walked over to him, helping him tuck in his white shirt while he huffed and whined.

“You look just like him.” I straightened his tie and looked up into his eyes, seeing the sadness he was trying to hide.

“Yeah, right. Dad was way more buff, that’s why this doesn’t fit.” I laughed at this; it was true that the suit hung loosely on his frame, but it looked good none the less.

“Maybe if you didn’t change your mind last minute before graduation then we could have got it tailored.”

“I know but I don’t mind…it…smells like him.” My breath got caught in my throat, I hadn’t touched the suit since Derek and I had gotten married. I never had to since I could always just reach out to him, to be held in his arms but now it had been two years since…

“Oh shit! Talia is crying.” I watched as he jogged up the stairs, chasing his little sister’s cries. This made me laugh, he definitely reminded me of his father now. It was in these moments I could feel Derek in the room with me, watching over us as we continued with our lives. I was looking after our children like he asked, and his son was stepping up to be the man…the wolf of the house. I missed him dearly, and I know he missed us but one day we shall meet again.

#derek hale #derek hale x reader #elijah hale #teen wolf #teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie

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dckweed · 2 years

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"BABYGIRL!" emmett, rosalie x human threesome

howdy hey there folks, now, im pretty new to the tumblr world, and my layout hasn't been decided yet (it will come with time, im sure, as most things do) but i wanted to get my foot in the door, yk? so, here's this really old twilight smut that i totally forgot i wrote years ago.. requests are always welcome!

WARNINGS: threesome, face riding, jealousy, etc..basic slutness for readers two favorite people. please don't read if you're under age or smut makes you uncomfortable.

also please remember that this is super fucking old and not what my current writing style is thank you

The day had started off perfectly, it was a rare, sunshine filled morning on the La Push reservation, (where you lived on your grandfathers farm) and an even rarer peaceful morning in your house. Your parents fought often, and because of it - even though you would be leaving behind your two younger siblings-, you couldn't wait until your birthday the following week so you could move out.

Your boyfriend and girlfriend (who you learned, are vampires) recently told you that you're both of theirs blood singer - their mate. It made sense to you, and you more than reciprocated feelings for the both of them, the three of you were officially a throuple and made plans for you to move to forks with them after your birthday.

You had been outside on the porch, watching your younger siblings play when your mother handed you a shopping list and money and asked you to go into forks for her. Deciding to make a day of it, you called Emmett to see if he and Rosalie would come pick you and take you to the store.

"Hey babygirl." His gruff voice at the other end of the line brought an instant smile to your face. "I was just about to call you."

"Is that Y/N?" You heard Rosalie ask, there was a rustling and it was suddenly her voice filling your head instead of Emmett's. "Hey sweetheart, i miss you."

You chuckle and return the words, even though it had only been a few hours since she had snuck out of your bedroom window. Rosalie and Emmett took turns spending the night with you, tonight the latter would climb through your bedroom window. "I miss you too, baby." You couldn't wait for him, honestly.

You'd been craving his long, thick cock since you woke up, and since your parents and siblings wouldn't be home tonight, you planned sucking him off as soon as he came in. "I miss both of you actually, that's why I'm calling." You say, looking out at your siblings. "I have to go in to town, so i was hoping you two would spend the day with me.."

You could just hear the smile on her face. "Of course baby girl." She says, you hear Emmett say something in the background. "We'll be there in thirty."

You hung up the phone happily, signaling to your siblings that it was time to go inside. "Emmett and Rose are coming to get me!" You say, kissing your fathers cheek as you pass through the kitchen.

Your parents knew that you were dating both and although they didn't understand it, they never question your choice. You rushed upstairs and grabbed something quickly out of your closet, ripping your top off as you throw a white dress onto your bed. You knew they would probably be here a lot quicker than Rosalie had said, Emmett was a speed demon.

Your prediction was right. As soon as you finished running a brush through your hair, there was a honk from outside. You peeked out of your window and smiled, athough it quickly vanished upon seeing a now darkened sky. You wondered if you should change, but decided not to as you didn't want to make them wait. Turning, you grab a jacket off of your desk chair and throw it over your think, short dress and head down the stairs.

"I'll be back!" You call, running out the door to avoid your mother accosting you to invite your lovers to dinner. Rose jumps out of the frong, giving you a sweet kiss before ushering you into her seat. She shut the door and ran around to the back, jumping into the back.

"Hey, beautiful." You hear Emmett say, and you turn to him with a smile. "C'mere." He says, putting a hand on the back of your head as he pulls you in for a kiss, sticking his tongue down your throat. You reciprocate happily, letting a moan slip out as Rose slips into the back seat. "I missed you." He says, letting you go.

"Missed you too." You say, a smile on your face as you sink into the seat. "Grocery store please, my mother gave me a list."

"You got it, babygirl." Emmett says, backing down the long drive.

The pair of them followed you through the store, helping you find everything on your mothers list. Eventually though, the three of you split off and that was right about when your day took a turn. Paul Lahote had been lurking around the store, and at one point he had been your bestfriend, but ever since you had gotten together with Rose and Emmett he had stopped talking to you.

Until now that is.

"Y/N Y/L/N," You heard his voice call as you went through the produce section. "you too good now to say hello to your bestfriend? I know you saw me in the cereal aisle."

You feel him come up behind you, and a small smile graces your lips as you decide which lettuce looked the best. "Is that what we are? Friends?" You tease, looking over at him. "Last time I checked, bestfriends don't ignore each other because of their dating habits."

"Ignore you? Never!" Paul says, grabbing a lettuce head from the back and handing it to you. You take it and drop it in the produce bag before grabbing another and moving on to the other items on the produce part of the list. "You're too beautiful to ignore, sweetheart."

You side eye him before shaking your head. "I see you're still a flirt." You say, looking at the fruit items on your list. Truthfully, before you met Rose and Emmett you had always thought that you and Paul would end up together. And sometimes you thought that he thought that as well, as he was always flirting with you, and often got jealous when other boys tried to pick you up.

"Only for you." He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against him. You thought he was being weird then, Paul wasn't usually like this with you. "I've missed you, Boo." He says, calling you an old pet name that hadn't been used in years. That's when you really knew something was up, he only called you Boo when he was trying to get under your skin, or someone elses.

"What the heck are you doing?" You ask, looking at him but not pushing him off of you. He was looking over your shoulder, smirking at something. You just knew it was Emmett, and you figured Rose would probably be joining him soon enough. "Really Paul?" You ask, trying to push him away. IT didn't work though, he seemed to have grown more solid in your couple months of not speaking, which was weird because he had never been so solid before. Lean and in shape, yes, but never muscled. For the first time you really looked at him, and that's when you saw his now short hair and the tattoo on his shoulder.. the same tattoo that Sam Uley and Jared Cameron sported. "Oh my god.. are you running with Sam?" You asked, pulling away from him.

He looked at you then, eyebrows furrowed. He opened his mouth, but closed it before words could come out, and then he did it again and a pained looked crossed his face. It was almost as if he couldn't say what he was trying to say. "I..it's complicated, Y/N.." He says, his smirk gone. He looked down at you, sorrow in his eyes. "I wish I could tell you, but I can't.." There was a sadness in his words that hit you where it hurt, and you just couldn't help but feel as if he needed a hug or something.

You wrap your arms around him. "Why didn't you tell me you were going through something again?" You ask, his now muscled arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground a few inches as he hugs you back tighter than he ever had before, that was how you knew he really was sad. "You should have called me, or come over.."

"I couldn't.." He whispers, giving you a squeeze before setting you down. He looks over your shoulder again, and his face changes. "Your girlfriend is here. I better get going, that one actually scares me." That makes you chuckle, because lets face it, Rose scared everyone. "I'll call you, Boo, okay?" He says, and you smack his shoulder before kissing his cheek.

"You better." You say, before grabbing the rest of what you needed and heading over to where Emmett and Rose waited, weird looks on their faces. "What?" You asked, stopping the shopping cart as they put the last of the items in. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask, moving forward. Both of them flanked you.

"You kissed him." Emmett says, and you could tell he was trying not to be angry at you by how strained his voice was and by how he was only looking straight ahead.

You furrow your brow, we're they actually jealous? "On the cheek, yes." You say, maneuvering the cart into a checkout lane.

"It hugged you." Rosalie grinds out, glaring at the cashier as he smiles at you in a friendly nature. "Now you smell like it," She adds, sharing a look with Emmett, who was loading the grocery bags into the basket of the cart. "we're going to have to fix that."

Something about the look on her face told you that you were in for something seriously draining, which was generally always fun when it came to the two of them. You thanked the cashier, taking the receipt and the change before following Emmett towards the doors, Rosalie behind you. You could feel her close behind you, and after a quick glance over your shoulder you found that she was smirking at you, her eyes never leaving you.

Emmett put the groceries in the back, letting Rosalie climb in while you put the cart in the collection lane in the parking lot. He buckled you into the front, closing the door before running around to his side.

He drove you all the way back home, and you felt yourself grow a little disappointed as your whole family was still home, and there was no way you could do anything fun with them around -you weren't exactly the quiet type.

You looked at them, helping grab the groceries they aloud you to carry from the Jeep and began heading for the porch quickly as the rain began to pour in a heavy down fall. "Jesus!" You yipe, tripping over the threshold of the front door and just barely catching yourself. You aren't sure if it's your father or Emmett that laughs, but either way you flip them the bird. It only earns a chuckle from your mother as she grabs the bags from your soaked arms, your dress so wet from the few seconds of being exposed that it's clinging to your body like a second skin, showing your skin in just the right places.

The feel of both their stares on your ass made you instantly that much wetter (despite your chill), and you clenched your thighs together hoping it would help l. It doesn't, and really makes it worse for yourself on your part. The feel of the small movement and friction against your already bare pussy had you letting out a whimper that thankfully had been mistaken as a tremble on your mothers end.

Emmett and Rose however, they could smell it. Both were dripping as well and definitely needed to get you alone and, heh, warned up. Emmett was trying not let his boner poke do obviously through his pants, while Rose was struggling not to mount you and ride your fucking face right then and there.

"You three run along upstairs and shower. You look freezing." Your mother says, handing you each a towel for yourselves to "shower" with "bring me your clothes when you're done, okay? Ill run them through the dryer."

You never responded, Emmett had you halfway up the stairs in one step of his long legs. He had scooped you up and thrown you over your shoulder, his beefy hand holding you skirt down so you wouldn't flash anyone.

"No panties?" Emmett says, growling it out in a voice so..commanding that you felt yourself cum a little bit as he threw you onto your mattress. you bounced a few times from the force, jumping as you hear Rosalie close the door after hollering done to your mother, whom adored your girlfriend. "Princess, you know how that makes me feel."

You whimper again, your hips involuntarily bucking at his words and the touch of his cool hands as they slowly push the skirt of your dress up. Your eyes never leave his. "You like it, don't you baby," you say, your voice low and sultry, whispery so as not alert anybody. You watch as he tilts his head back, your words washing over him. "You like it when you have direct access to my pussy, so you can fill me up with your big cock anytime you want, like your own little slut."

You bit your lip, begging as your legs spread open for him to just fuck you already, or for Rose to at least touch you. All cares about your parents being home or you being too loud went straight the window and into the mud puddles already forming below.

His erection was clearly straining against his pants and as he shakily undid the button and zipper, before pushing them down his pale thighs it sprung free. You and Rosalie both let out appreciative hums, Emmett's cock was a sight you could never tire of. Long, thick and attached to a gorgeous hunk of a man. What more could two girls want?

You could tell Rosalie was thinking the same thing as the two of you shared a giggle before you squealed softly; Emmett roughly gripped your thighs, holding them open so he could see the glorious view of your glistening cunt after pulling you to the edge of the mattress. You knew by the look on his face and the throbbing vein protruding from his dick that he couldn't wait any longer, and neither could you. Your pussy trembled in anticipation, ready for the rough fucking he was sure to impose upon you.

"I'm going to ride your face babygirl," Rose says, and you nearly screamed in fright. You hadn't seen her take her clothes off, let alone crawl across the bed- yet there she was, kneeling above you in all of her beautiful fucking glory. That pussy that you loved so much just calling your name, and those glorious breasts of hers just farther above. Her fingers lightly kneaded your own breast through your soaked dress, and upon realized she wasn't going to take them out (you loved it when she played with them), you realized that you weren't going to be cumming this time, no, you were going to be used by her pretty pink mound and his thick, throbbing cock to make up for earlier, so that you'd remember that you were tested and they wouldn't share you. Somehow, that turned you on more than anything.

You nod eagerly, giving her a little smirk as you licked your lips, you looked like a kid waiting on its favorite dinner. Who was she to deny you?

"Emmett," She says, straddling your face, lowering herself slowly you stick your tongue out and lick a long, teasing stripe down her, teasing her hole by sliding just the tip of your tongue inside of her. The contact was followed by a hiss and a long shudder that made you proud. "fuck her good and hard for me baby." was the last thing you heard before she lowered herself completely onto you while Emmett took no time in sliding himself into your greedy cunt, which took him all the way to the base. balls deep.

You heard the pair share a sloppy kiss as you moaned into her pussy, which thankfully drowned your loud moans out, and licked another long stripe, going around and sucking on her clit and then back down to her hole, which you gladly filled with your tongue as Emmett began to rock back and forth, trying gauge what you were good with right then before finally giving in to temptation and slamming your pussy.

You heard his long groan, and imagined he was sucking on her nipples as you began sucking on her clit once more. "Does our lovers tight little cunt feel good baby?" You heard Rosalie breathe, you could tell by the whisper that she was already nearing her end. "Does it feel as good as her mouth on my pussy?"

"Oh yeah, fuck, Princess.." Ypu heard him groan, his pace becoming faster. You weren't sure if it was you shaking with pleasure as your climax rolled over you numerous times or the force of him fucking you so hard, but by the time Rosalie had squirted all over your face (which sparked Emmett's end) and Emmett came all over you and her, you couldn't feel your legs.

"Fuck you look so beautiful covered in our cum, Princess." Emmett says sometime later, after you've become you again. He was looking down at the dopey smile on your face and falling completely in love all over again. "I could go again and again like that.,"

"I agree that that sounds exhilarating," Rose says coming out of the bathroom that had steam coming from it. "But, her parents are going to wonder. You better get down there and act like you didn't just fuck their daughter senseless. I'll help her shower."

"I love you." You say to both, as Rosalie picks you up, carrying you to your shower. She set you inside the tub, and the followed after, pulling you into a hot and heated kiss afterwards. To say that shower was quick and without her returning the favor of several more orgasms would, quite frankly, be lying.

bonus mini scene !

you stared at the alarm clock on your desk, it had been merely hours since. they'd left, but you were greedily awaiting Emmett's arrival now that your family was long gone for the night.

you were still cock hungry, and craved only his. and after sending him a special picture that you thought was rather enticing, you kneeled on your bedroom floor, your fingers rubbing circles around your clit before dipping inside if your wet, hungry hole. Your hips bucked of their own accord, eyes flashing with images of Emmett fucking your mouth, pussy and ass like the fucking whore you were for him that only made you even more horny than you could have ever imagined.

Thankfully, you didn't have to wait long. Emmett climbed through your window (as usual) merely moments later, landing with a huff and a groan. "Rosalie's going to be so pissed."

"I don't care." Is all you get out because before you know it, you're already in front of him, his pants pulled down and cock in your mouth. "She can have me later, but right now..I want your fucking cock Emmett," You say after pulling away for a few seconds. "everywhere."

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#emmett cullen #emmett cullen smut #twilight smut #Rosalie hale #rosalie hale smut #twilight imagines #twilight

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naavispider · 1 year

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Hope this isn’t too random, but a super fluffy idea popped into my head recently and I thought you’d like it:

Remember how in “If you playin me”, Spider likes to play old music on his Ukulele? (or was it a guitar?)

What if he started playing a song that he only knows the notes for, but it happens to be one of Quaritch’s favorite songs, so he starts humming, then hesitantly signing the lyrics, all while Spider can’t believe his ears.

I thought of this while hearing the song “I Walk the Line”, since it gave me Quaritch vibes, but there are a lot of songs that could work.

Anyways, sorry again if this is random, but your fics literally live rent free in my head!

Hey! I am so sorry it's taken me so long to reply! You're right it was a ukulele! 💞 I'd not listened to this song before, but now I have and I love it!

Spider strummed the first chord experimentally, listening to the sound thoughtfully before figuring out a strumming pattern that fit. He had a song in mind, but he hadn't played it in years. He could barely remember the words, but the plucking pattern was so distinctive that once the melody had reoccurred in his mind, he couldn't get it out of his head. He experimented plucking until he found the right sound, and began to hum the tune softly.

He was in a secluded spot near the clearing, passing the time while the rest of the squad cooked the yerik that they'd caught earlier that day. He wasn't supposed to go beyond the treeline, but Spider figured Quaritch wouldn't be too pressed that he'd strayed a little further than normal. He just wanted some privacy.

So it was with a gasp that he spun around at the sound of Quaritch's voice behind him. Immediately he stopped playing, begging his human skin not to flush with embarassment. He hated being snuck up upon.

"Why d'you stop?" Quaritch chuckled softly, eyeing him with what Spider assumed was a patronising glance.

Spider huffed. "Some jackass interrupted me." He turned back around on his fallen tree trunk, showing the Colonel his back and hoping he'd take the hint.

He waited, expecting Quaritch to make a snarky retort and head back to the fire, but there was no sound of movement. Annoyed, he turned back around. "What?"

Quaritch had taken a seat on a different log, with an expectant look on his face. "I'm waiting for you to continue," he said.

Spider laughed sarcastically. "Yeah. Okay. Wait all night then."

"Did you forget the words?" Quaritch asked.

Spider was so disarmed by the question, it took him a moment to form a response. "What? No." What was the guy's problem? Spider just wanted to be left alone.

What happened next was so unexpected that Spider didn't quite know how to feel about it. Quaritch spoke the words that Spider had been searching for ever since the damn melody swam its way back from his memory.

"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine, I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line..."

Spider was shocked. "How do you know that?"

Quaritch laughed. "Am I not allowed to enjoy music? Johnny Cash was a great artist."

Spider threw him a look of utter annoyance. He'd always liked this song. He wasn't sure when he first heard it, but it was wayyy back in his childhood. The fact that Quaritch also liked it? That wasn't fair.

He sniffed. "It's pretty boring, actually."

"Is that why you've been trying to play it for the past hour?"

Spider sighed, bringing a hand up to run it through his hair. The man was too much. "Will you leave me alone or not?" The sounds of the recoms chatting shit around the fire and laughing at Mansk's new roasting suggestions beckoned them both to return.

"Sure, kid," Quaritch rumbled, though not before pausing for a moment to ruffle Spider's hair, successfully displacing the locs he'd just tried to smooth down.

Spider let his scowl reply for him, biting back a retort as Quaritch left him to it, traipsing back through the undergrowth to the centre of camp. He waited until he was definitely back out of earshot before returning to the ukulele.

"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine..."

#miles spider socorro #recom quaritch #avatar the way of water #sorry if you saw this before I finished it #i accidentally pressed post too soon #like a clown #anyways #if you saw that no you didn't #avatar 2 #atwow #colonel quaritch #oneshot #my stuff #avatar fanfic #miles quaritch #awow

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eventinelysplayground · 9 hours

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Afternoon Delights

This is the fic I wrote for my smut milestone. I chose Jin because Ikepri was the first one of the games I downloaded and Jin was the first route I played so I thought it would be nice since that was where it all started to use it for a milestone. I also didn't have any Jin smut yet and he gave me a lot of options. I had a bit of a hard time in describing the positioning I wanted so hopefully it comes across ok and if not sorry. Thank you to @onegianthotmess for putting the idea for this milestone into my head even if we were just originally having a goofy laugh. A cat nap turns into an afternoon delight. WC approx 1550, this is NSFW so minors do not interact.

It was late afternoon and Jin's steps were light but quick as he made his way down the hallway. He hadn't gotten to spend much time with Emma lately, the recently visiting dignitaries from Benitoite added to their regular duties and young children had kept them apart but now it looked like they had finally caught a break. Jin had finished some of his work early and he knew Emma should be in their room refreshing herself after spending the morning running around with the kids. He picked up his pace, a big smile lighting up his face when he reached their room.

“Damn, there goes that idea.”

Jin shut the door gently behind him and let out a resigned sigh. Emma was in their room all right, curled up sideways on the bed and sleeping peacefully. She was still wearing a knee length dress she wore when playing outside with the children. Jin crossed the room and ran his hand over her hair down to her shoulder.

“You look beautiful even when you're asleep and we could both use the rest.”

Shrugging out of his jacket and waistcoat Jin let out a small yawn then kissed Emma lightly on her forehead before gently laying down sideways on his back beside her. He placed his hands under his head so he could look down the bed at her face and smiled.

“I still prefer my original plan but this isn't so bad either.”

Jin settled into the mattress letting out a sigh and then closed his eyes intending to join Emma in her nap. It hadn't been long though before he felt Emma shifting in her sleep and he opened one eye and looked down. Emma was shuffling towards him and he let out a low chuckle at the cuteness of it, that was until she lifted her head onto his lap and snuggled into him anyways.

“Now I really wish you were awake.”

Jin drew in a long breath in an attempt to settle himself but with Emma's sweet lips so close to well, he found his thoughts wandering and he shifted so that he could run his hand along her bare leg.

Emma was slowly waking up thanks to a pesky beam of light right in her closed eye. She tried shutting them harder not wanting to get up just yet but that didn't work. She then shifted her head to try and further bury it in the soft warmth of…

This isn't my pillow, what?

Emma's tired and still half asleep brain was trying to make sense of things when she felt the touch of familiar fingers lazily tracing lines up and down her exposed leg.

“Mmmm Jin….Jin!”

Emma's eyes shot open in a flash and she quickly lifted her head and looked down at her legs where she saw Jin's smiling face.

“When did you get here?”

“Not too long ago, you looked so cute all curled up I didn't want to wake you.”

Emma frowned, upset that she had apparently fallen asleep rather than getting changed as she had intended.

“I need to get up I have so much-”

Emma let out a loud yawn which made Jin laugh.

“It can wait, go on back to sleep if you want. I'll even stay and make sure you fall back asleep.”

“Thank you Jin.”

Emma went to lay her head back down in Jin's lap but her brain was now awake enough to notice that he clearly had something else on his mind.

He's being so thoughtful he obviously would rather have me awake.

Emma smiled to herself and lowered her head but instead of laying it in Jin's lap she kissed right beside the obvious bulge in his pants making his hand freeze.

“You're…always…so thoughtful.”

Emma punctuated her sentence with kisses along Jin's hardness and she heard him let out a tiny growl as she started to unbutton his pants.

“Emma…”

“Yes Jin?”

Emma stopped what she was doing to look at Jin. His eyes were full of heat and he shot her a look she knew well after all these years.

“I promise I have the energy for this, that nap was really… refreshing.”

She had run her hand along his bulge and watched as his head fell back onto his hand.

“You must be even more tired than I am, the least I can do is help you relax a bit.”

The whole time Emma spoke her hands were busy undoing the last of the buttons on Jin's pants and pulling them down enough to free his hard cock. Emma slowly ran her tongue along its length once before pulling back, she was still on her side but needed a better angle.

“How did you become such a good tease?”

Emma smiled to herself as she finished getting onto her knees.

“Well…”

She brought her hands down on either side of Jin's legs and lightly kissed the tip of his cock making him inhale sharply.

“I had a very good teacher.”

Jin's response never left his lips as Emma's tongue glided up the length of his cock before she captured the head between her lips. She started slowly, with the faintest pressure, moving her head up and down his length. As her mouth worked she felt Jin's rough hand run up her leg and under her skirt his fingers grabbing onto her ass cheek as he let out a throaty moan.

Emma's lips tightened around his cock increasing the pressure and each time she reached the head she made sure to swirl her tongue around and over it. Her pace still slow she took his whole length in her tongue flicking along the top of his balls and Jin inhaled sharply as he thrust his hips up making her take him in even more.

Emma loved the sounds Jin made when he came undone at her touch and she started sucking harder as her mouth moved over his throbbing cock and the wetness between her legs grew.

She carefully balanced herself on one hand while moving the other to slowly draw her fingernails along Jin's thigh before lightly gripping his base. As she reached his tip she gave the faintest nip with her teeth before pulling back completely only to drop soft kisses to it. Jin's hand released its hold on her ass and traveled upward pulling down her underwear in one swift motion.

With nothing now in their way Jin's long fingers wasted no time in making their way over her wet slit to her most sensitive spot. Emma let out a soft whine of pleasure before closing her lips around his cock again moving faster than she was before. Another moan from Jin and she tightened her grip around his base as his fingers slowed their movements.

“I'm craving something sweet, give me this.”

Jin traced his fingers over her opening and she let out a muffled moan. She let go of his base needing the extra balance but continued sucking on his cock as she lifted one leg. He was quick to move his hand down her leg, hooking her underwear on his fingers and sliding it over and off her ankle.

As soon as her leg was free and she had positioned herself over him Jin's hands wrapped tightly around her thighs. His tongue was hot and rough as it slowly licked over her molten core before flicking her sensitive nub eliciting a muffled moan. His tongue continued lapping at her nub and along her opening only adding to her wetness before it delved into her core. Her hips and mouth instinctively began to move at his rhythm and it wasn't long before they were both reaching the edge. They both moved faster, hips bucking against each other's tongues until Emma tasted the faintest hint of bitter saltiness.

Jin's grip on Emma's thighs tightened and she knew what that meant. She freed his cock from her mouth as he gave one last lick over her slit followed by a feather light nip to the inside of her thigh. Emma moved herself off of Jin only to turn to face him before she lowered herself onto his cock. His hands flew to her hips as she began to slide up and down his length.

“Jin.”

Emma's head fell back and her back arched as one of Jin's hands moved up her stomach and roughly groped her breast through her dress.

“Oh God yes, more!”

She bent forward to kiss him and the change in angle along with his fingers tweaking her nipple pushed Emma over the edge and her whole body shook from her release. She could feel herself tightening around his cock and it throbbed in response followed by the familiar heat of his cum filling her up. Their movements slowed and breathing began to even out and eventually they drew apart, Emma collapsing onto the bed at Jin's side.

Jin reached for her and gently drew her into his arms. He pushed back his sweat-dampened hair and let out a contented sigh.

“I need to let you help me relax more often, but naked from now on for better access.”

“You old pervert.”

Emma shook her head and laughed before placing a chaste kiss to Jin's smiling lips.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince jin #ikepri jin #jin grandet #ikepri fanfic

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starry-snippets · 2 months

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Captivate you. (band au! aot)

chapter 1 of the aot band au! also on ao3 if you want to listen to it there! I include song links here on tumblr but not on ao3. I think it's more immersive w this format... but that's just me!

chapter tws include floch being an asshole, implied/speculated toxic relationship, provocative music, suggestive/adult themes, one line about connie's junk

Chapter 1: Cruel Summer

The music in his car is always so loud. Typically you don’t mind but you’re already feeling a tension headache developing between your temples. As if stretching a rubber band in your brain isn’t painful enough, Floch decides to snap it against your head as he yells, “Babe, get out! We’re here.” At least the Britney Spears song, I’m a Slave 4 U, stops playing. Not that you don’t like Britney. You just don’t like Britney when she’s blasting at full volume in your boyfriend kia stinger.

As you step away from the red car, paint chips peeling off the car door, you have to race to catch up with Floch. His music is playing so loudly you can hear it even though his earbuds are snug in his ear. Now he’s listening to Ride by Sir Mix-A-Lot. Of course he is. He’s bobbing his head offbeat as you reach out to grab his sleeve. You don’t know why you’re so scared to get his attention. You’ve been dating for five months now and it’s felt pretty great until recently.

“Hey, slow down. I don’t know where we’re heading.” You manage to tell him, gently snagging his baggy sweatshirt sleeve and also successfully pissing him off based on the scowl he wears.

“What the hell? Why are you so damn slow? Just walk, babe.” Floch responds before yanking his arm away. He then walks faster as if to spite you. As if he wants to lose sight of you. You shake that thought from your head, physically due to the persistent panic now running through you, as you run to catch up with him. Glancing back with a simper, Floch grins further when he sees you run after him. Is he doing this to make himself feel better? Surely not…

Those anxiety riddled worries dissipate as you enter a retail store inside the mall. Thankfully, the lights are dim. Not all too luminous, more closely resembling a club with twinkling stars hanging from the ceiling adding enough light to see but not grow ill from the fluorescent lights like they have in universities and offices. It’s a creative lighting fixture and honestly you can get behind it. While you appreciate the gentle luminosity of the store you’re pulling by Floch, his hand wrapping around your wrist possessively. As we fully enter the establishment, music filling my ears and it not being Floch’s, I realize it doesn’t match the quaint, elegant atmosphere established.

Hi, I’m a Slut is playing on the intercoms. Grandmas looking at shawls with their husbands furrow their brows with disgust, mothers cover the ears of their young adult children as if they haven’t heard that word before while their husbands crack up at the licentious lyrics. Amidst the disappointment and disgust, one boy with tanned skin and an overgrown buzz cut is grinning. He’s even chuckling; his hand covering his mouth as he elbows a brunette besides him. The retail employee laughs so hard he leans forward against the counter, the girl beside him with her dark brown ponytail swaying back and forth as she wobbles with her guffaws too, and cackles like a hyena at the harmless prank he’s pulled. The girl besides him smacks his back, prompting him to begin coughing and sputtering and laughing in between his asphyxiation.

It seems like it’d be fun to work here. Of course Floch disagrees, somehow knowing exactly what you’re thinking to ruin your minute joy. “Fucking morons. Let’s go buy something hot and sexy for you to wear to this concert, babe.” His hand tightens around your wrist as he pulls you to the section with more provocative - not exactly lingerie - garments. Dresses with large slits at the hips, shirts with keyholes to expose cleavage, skirts so short it’s amazing they aren’t accused of being belts. Not exactly what you typically… not what you’ve ever worn. “Damn babe, this would look so good on you.”

Floch groans as he says the words, making you bite back bile, while holding up a hanger. Draped on the hanger is a sweater with a massive keyhole in the front to expose your chest down the length of your sternum. What the fuck?

“I don’t know about that.” You tell him with a small chuckle as if it’ll lessen whatever response he’ll have to you indirectly saying no. He hasn’t always been this way… at least, you don’t think he’s been this way your whole relationship.

“Well, I know.” Floch interjects, grinning. His expression is so coy and sly. So often he is smug and presenting himself with delusional confidence. “So let’s try it on, baby.” Before you can protest, or maybe even change your mind and agree to please this asshole, you’re led to the changing rooms. Suddenly it feels like all eyes are on you when Floch snides, “can’t wait to see some skin,” before pushing you inside the confines of the stall.

Twisting the knob to leave and talk to him like a civil person, you discover you can’t open the door. From the outside Floch is tapping his foot, one hand texting on his phone with a grin, while his other hand is holding the doorknob on the other side so you can’t open it. Superman by Eminem is now playing after the prolonged silence (besides those two people at the register dying of laughter) following the more provocative track that greeted you and your boyfriend. It’s ironic, you guess.

Taking a look at the sweater, you can’t help but sigh. The fabric is heavy and hot and haughty. Pretentious but poorly made. Strands jut out from the stitch and it’s clear some poor, underpaid individual likely made this and then this store added a crazy markup. With a cheek of the tag you confirm your intuition when you see it’s marked for $179. As the sale price. Hell no. “Floch, baby, c’mon let me out,” Chuckling awkwardly, you jostle the knob to indicate you’re serious. “This thing is itchy and expensive. Let’s get something better. It’s also crazy hot right now, so I don’t want to wear a sweater.” You explain, hoping that he’ll be compassionate and understand that.

Silence. It’s jarring whenever he’s silent. Not just lately but actually… the entire time you’ve dated him. He likes to talk. He loves to blabber and ramble and narrate. Whenever he’s radio silent on you it means you’ve pissed him off. It means you’re in the wrong… maybe it doesn’t. He’s locked you in a dressing room and now you want to apologize? He should say sorry this is psycho behavior! “Baby?” Repeating it once more, the pet name coming from your lips like first nature despite your frustration growing with him.

Silence. “Floch!” You can’t help but shout. It’s fucking stressful to be in a tiny stall that smells like feet holding an itchy sweater that costs way too much for its quality level. “This isn’t funny!” Despite your best efforts your voice grows shaky and it causes your volume to rise.

Thump! He fucking kicked the door of the dressing room. Instinctively you back away and your back hits the wall behind you. The music in the background is just white noise, insignificant and mildly irritating as you freak the fuck out, as you stare in shock at the door as if your hurt expression transfers through the wood.

You recognize the song playing. Or perhaps you’re just tuned back in on the stereo outside the door. Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift.

She’s damn right. Here you are, your last month of summer break from college, being fucking trapped in a dressing room by the man you introduce as your lover. Perhaps that’ll be the next song playing while this nightmare persists. “Let me out, Floch! You’re acting crazy!” At your words Floch bangs the door once more, making the frame jump with you and the wood splinter. “What’s making you do this?” You ask shakily as your anxieties, your fears, are heightened by the fact you can’t see him.

Before Floch can respond like a kind, polite, and lovely boyfriend would - or how a cruel, unkind, and crude boyfriend would - there’s another voice outside the door. The voice isn’t very deep but it isn’t high either. Perhaps it’s a tenor? The inflection of the speaker implies he has an accent from not around here. His voice sounds confrontational. Or maybe Floch’s bitterness is corrupting this stranger. “What the fuck are you doing?” The new voice asks presumably Floch, his voice deepening when he swears. “We have a rule against fucking locking people in closets. Formed right now cause no one has done this weird shit before.” Continuing, the voice then comes closer. You’re beginning to place it. The bravado matches those jovial but obnoxiously loud laughs heard from the retail worker with the fuzzy buzz cut. “Step away from the door.” He warns, pitching his voice lower as if to sound scarier.

“Make me, little bitch.” Floch's voice rings out and you can hear his smug expression.

Until you hear his nose fucking break. It sounds like a can of soda being popped open; maybe a firecracker blowing or those little pop-its that can burn you or - holy hell he punched Floch! You’re giddy. Giddy in the way you’d cheer when your favorite sports team wins against all odds. Odd how you’re celebrating an injury to the man you love.

It’s also odd he locked you in a fucking dressing room. So you’re allowed to push your fists in the air in victory, like you’re the one who punched him, when you hear his loud footsteps while stumbling.

The door is easily opened from a small twist of the wrist while holding the doorknob. Kitty Kat by Megan Thee Stallion is beginning to play after a lot of radio classics.

Perhaps it’s fitting? The energy certainly is as you step out. Once you’re free, holding that ugly, inadequate sweater, you’re greeted with the retail worker standing over Floch while blood gushes down his face like a waterfall. It’s a beautiful sight.

Know what’s also beautiful? Stepping over him. As you do so, Floch grabs your ankle. He mumbles something unkind that you can’t fully hear but you ignore him. Nothing beginning with ‘you treacherous-’ will be worth hearing from him.

Now standing beside the retail worker, his friend watching from the register with an enthused grin, you can see the name on his tag. ‘Connie S.’ Connie? There’s a Connie in the band you love. He typically wears a hood so you’ve never seen his haircut - not even online. With angular black eyeliner and ash smeared across his scrawny but sculpted chest as he plays the drums with his entire being. He’s feral; fucking insane. The way he breaks his drumsticks every performance and they sell online for more money than splintered wood could ever be worth. His energy is absolutely contagious but you wouldn’t mind catching it. At least a little.

“You’re staring, hon.” Connie says with a boyish grin. It’s sweet and genuine unlike Floch’s. “You okay? The guy you’re with seems to have issues.” You nod as he speaks, dazed a little at the thought of him being Connie; the drummer for Paradis. “Did you need help finding something… or?” Sheepishly - yet slyly still - smirking, Connie sweetness and playfully and you see now, flirtatiousness, is not lost on you. “Did you need someone?” He teases, removing his uniform dress shirt that he had on outside of a tank top. Holy shit.

When he pulls back his outer layer you can confirm it’s Connie Springer. The Connie Springer who tears up stages across the United States, eliciting enthusiasm across all metalheads, embodying earnest appreciation for the poetic, powerful expression it is to bangs wood against… wood. You digress. His tattoo is a complete sleeve on his right arm, the hand he always wears a glove on when he’s playing at a concert from the clips you’ve seen. Full of black ink with pops of indigo and scarlet, the shades popping brilliantly against his sienna skin, his tattoo is the embodiment of his characteristic chaotic energy he carries with him during every performance. From afar it does look like random shapes and cool patterns paired together, but you’re sure there’s more to it. Tattoos are so permanent! He must of thought hard and long and deeply-

“Oh you’re studying his tat.” The brunette at the cashier says from behind you resulting in a small flinch. “Didn’t mean to scare you!” She apologies with a genial chuckle. So genuine. “He only got that because his bandmates did and he wanted to prove Jean was weak for crying when he got his back tatted.” Jean? Like Jean Kirstein from Paradis? Holy heck. Giggling again, you realize how beautiful Sasha’s laugh is. It’s saccharine and mellifluous; it’s honey to a sore throat. “Oh, I’m Sasha by the way.” She finally says with an honest smile and a friendly pat to your shoulder.

“I’m Connie!” The boy exclaims proudly as if he didn’t hear a word. Sasha chuckles. “Dude, where were you?” Her words prompt Connie to shrug, playful and at ease. It’s so metal he just punched a man unconscious and now he’s here jiving. Chatting as if this was any old day for him.

Like a deer in headlights you stare at their interaction. Sasha, the one with a bit more sense - or perhaps just intuition - of the two, chiding Connie for being ditzy in only the way your closest friends can. She’s stylish. The effortless type of stylish. She’s in a large baggy maroon t-shirt with a camo print hoodie underneath with the black hoodie peaking up. Her brown hair is tied back with a black ribbon, a necklace loose around her neck on a thick leather strap but the gem is hidden under her shirt, and green cargo shorts that end at the knees. If anyone else was wearing something like that they’d look crazy. Sasha… makes it work. Her sunglasses have little sparkly stars on the rim; they’re rhinestones that catch the light beautifully. She’s serving cunt in camo… how does she do it? Crew socks with little pigs on them and black, hunter-green, and white sneakers complete her oddly pleasing attire.

Connie on the other hand is a hot mess. Literally and figuratively. His hand runs over his buzz cut, sighing when he can’t yet run his hands through his hair seductively like everyone else in the band. No thirst edits of him including that clip… yet. His armpits aren’t shaved and whenever he lifts his toned arms you can see tufts of ashy brown hair. He has more body hair than hair on his head, maybe, if you combine his hairy legs too. Connie’s in sweatpants you realize, not exactly what you’d expect from a rock star or a retail worker on shift, and you can’t help but notice that imprint. Your eyes are torn from it, thankfully because your cheeks started to develop a cherry tint, due to Connie flexing his arm muscles when he snaps as a thought comes to him. The sound snagged your attention too… you guess. “Your shirt man, it’s our first album!” Connie finally realizes, staring straight at your chest. You give him a pass since that’s where the bulk of the design is.

“The merch from our first ep,” Connie repeats once more as he realizes the weight of that. The merch they sold because they were given a discount from a buddy and dive bars were desperate for some live entertainment and haggled for 40% of their merch profits. Back when Mikasa was banging holes in the drums themselves with her own sort of stoic intensity instead of Connie splitting the branches he thumped against the percussion with his kinetic passion. You’ve been a fan since Paradis performed their first ever setlist composed of Dio covers, makeshift comedy routines from Connie when the dingy sound of the equally dank bars would give them trouble, and Jean competing with Eren because back they were fixated on only one of them writing the lyrics. The significance of the shirt you’re wearing makes him dramatically clutch his heart through his tank.

“Don’t make it weird.” Sasha jokes, elbowing Connie as he remains in his theatrics.

“No! This means everything!” The boy argues with a bashful grin on his face. He really does seem flattered. It’s cute… it’s making your lips curl into a delicate smile.

“I just… really liked the design.” You begin, fiddling with the hem of the black shirt. A lion stretches proudly, extending itself as it arches its back, in a field of gladiolus flowers awaking from a nap. They only printed these t-shirts in black. There’s a line from their song from that ep, Waking Lions, that’s written below the lion and in the gorgeous bed of sun kissed, passionately purple flowers. The line, in a gradient white and purple that’s beginning to fade off, says: I wanna stand up, a hundred feet tall ‘cause fear will never lead the way. I’m waking the lions in me.

Those two see right through you. Especially Sasha. She urges me to continue, to even ramble, with a shift in those chocolate irises. “Okay… I also really loved the songs. Especially Waking Lions! I’m so glad that’s the song you decided to model the ep’s art off of and also that you made merch!” You find yourself ramble, rattling on about what you really thought of the lyrics. How the art is so cute compared to what a metal-core band would be expected to produce. The way their first album, even if only housing three songs, was revolutionary in your eyes.

“Yeah, Jean wrote Waking Lions and he’s the one with the art degree. So Eren lost the battle on having When the Lights Come On be the star of our first ever original recording.” Connie rubs his hand over his fuzzy head, his pointy canines revealed as he smiles. “He won the war and got to be the lead vocalist though!” He adds with a chuckle like he recalled a memory. Probably how the two bickered endlessly about who that title goes to.

“Connie’s playing tonight at the Garrison if you want to come. Bet they didn’t sell out!” Sasha teases with an upbeat tone in contrast to Connie’s pretend pout. They’re a fun duo. Seeming to have energy that feeds off each other in a positive feedback loop. “You seem like a huge fan too. So,” Sasha stands besides Connie and the two glance between each other like they’re plotting, scheming. “Would you want to go with us? I’ve been looking for a new concert buddy, since Connie can’t head bang with me when he’s on stage!”

Laughing at Sasha’s comment, you nod your head almost immediately. You were going to attend with Floch, since giving you two tickets for the balcony - which is the worst spot since you’re into moshing and they’re typically more expensive - was his attempt of being nice, but he’s entirely shown his true colors. Or perhaps you finally removed your rose tinted glasses and took those pivotal steps out of your ivory tower.

“I’d love to go with you guys. My date is knocked the hell out, thanks Connie,” Sasha snorts a laugh and Connie throws up a peace sign, “so I doubt he’ll want to take me. Or even go himself.” Smiling with appreciation, you add quickly, “thank you guys so much for the invite.”

Connie slinks his arm around your shoulders while Sasha gives him and you a high-five at the same time. Nice, it’s crisp. “Yo! I can’t wait!” Connie exclaims with enthusiasm – the same enthusiasm that infects the crowd from insipid to invigorated in no time. “First, let’s get you a cool outfit for free. Cause once my boss sees I knocked his ass out I’m fired.”

“I’m getting a cool outfit too!” Sasha excitedly agrees, reassuring you naturally. “I’m always asking Constance to slip me a free dress but he never does.” Pouting when Connie yells for her to never call him that again, Sasha begins to peruse the racks of clothing surrounding you three. And I guess Floch but he’s literally down for the count.

Connie, with the cutest opportunistic grin, adds, “I’m already gonna get fired. May as well make this a concert worth remembering down to what you wore!”

Sasha begins shopping with Connie’s last paycheck as her credit card, and Connie has his arm around your shoulders in a friendly way. It’s as if you’ve known him for years. Like the three of you are best friends reunited, you find yourself agreeing with a nod of your head.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Hopefully some fun.

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mrsagathaharkness · 1 year

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What Are We?

AGATHA HARKNESS x READER

SUMMARY: Wanting to be more than just ‘friends’.

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I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t. This has been happening a lot lately and I really didn't know why, but the one thing that did help me wind down for the evening was reading a book, so I decided to sneak out of my house and head on over to the town library. I also decided to invite Agatha, my neighbor, to join me.

Within 5 minutes, I got a notification. I grab my phone out of my pocket and take a look.

Agatha <3: Sounds fun! Meet you there, hon, xoxo

I couldn’t help but smile. Her and I have only recently started seeing each other and it wasn't anything serious…though I wished otherwise. I couldn’t help it. From how attractive she is to her charming personality, it was next to impossible. You try having a woman as exquisite as her shamelessly flirting with you for weeks and try not to fall. You can’t.

Since I was one of the employees who worked at the library, I had a spare key. I unlock the back entrance, get in and close it behind me. Five minutes were spent browsing through the isles, until I eventually found a novel I’ve been meaning to start. I found my favorite spot in the whole building, which was a small corner at the very end of it, and snuggled into the couch.

All was at peace, before I heard footsteps.

I figured it was just my mind playing tricks on me, so I chose to ignore it...then I heard it again. I looked back at the entrance and saw no one coming in or going out. I turn back to see someone standing right in front of me, making me almost scream, when she covers my mouth,

"Shhh, it's just me", Agatha said chuckling,

"That was NOT funny!", I yell-whisper,

She sat down next to me, amused at my jumpiness. I take a moment, before scooting closer. She takes the opportunity to rest her head on my shoulder and all I could focus on was how sweet her hair smelled and how soft it was against my face.

“Which part are you on?”, she asked,

Her question brought me back to reality. I placed my finger on the 4 line. She hums and starts to read along. Her hand finds its way onto my thigh, halting my breath. All I felt in that moment was the biggest rush of butterflies in my stomach, all from just her hand on my leg. God, what is wrong with me. She notices how stiff I’d become and looks up at me.

“Are you alright, baby?”, concern present in her voice,

She didn’t not just call me baby, while I’m over here trying not melt into a puddle. Come on, it’s now or never. Just do it, coward.

"What are we?", the bluntness catching the older woman off guard,

"What do you mean?", she questioned,

Straightening her posture.

"Well, we've been hanging out more and more recently, so I was just...wondering", I explained,

The room went silent for a moments. You could cut the tension with a knife. Her sky blue orbs meet my own, as Agatha finally spoke. She gently reached over, cupping my cheek.

"We can be whatever you want…”, she assured,

Taking my hands into hers.

“All I ask is that you keep me around", she replied,

It was as if time stopped and everything else disappeared…all except…her. Was this real? Was this just a dream? Will I wake up and be faced with nothing but disappointment. All doubts melted away, the moment I felt her thumbs rubbing the back of my hands.

"Do you really mean it?", I asked,

Wanting reassurance. She simply chuckled to herself, before returning her attention back to me.

"Of course, whatever your comfortable with, I'm okay with, but to be honest, I really like you, (Y/N)", she admits,

Looking at me with the most loving gaze. I couldn’t help but smile at her words. She leans in.

“Every”

She kisses my cheek.

“Single”

Then kisses my other.

“Part”

Moves onto my forehead.

“Of”

Her lips meet the tip of my nose, causing a giggle to escape my lips.

“You”

Finally, her lips locked with mine and it was something better than I could ever have dreamed of.

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness one shot #agatha harkness fluff #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness angst

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jae-bummer · 10 months

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My Idol 3: Part Ten

My Idol from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

Contrary to what you initially believed, Hyungwon was not the strong, silent type. Oh, he was definitely silent, but that wasn't because he didn't have anything to say. It seemed that he was quiet simply because he knew it was ruffling you.

That was the only thing you could figure, considering he hadn't said much of anything, and you were already ten or fifteen minutes into the date. Standing opposite of each other, you both flipped through the record bins aimlessly. Every other moment, you could feel his stare land on you and remain there until you finally looked up. As soon as your eyes began to scan his face, he would either smile, bite his lip, or a variation of the two. Each time, it made your neck heat with unwarranted self-awareness.

He was toying with you. Knowing the effect he was having only egged him on more.

"I'm starting to get the impression that you enjoy being a bully," you sighed, making sure not to look up as you said it. Being suddenly disinterested would definitely be your method of attack.

"Me?" he chuckled, doing the same. "How so?"

"It seems that you're trying your hardest to fluster me," you hummed, taking a few steps down the aisle.

Following you, you could see out of your peripheral vision that he was smiling. "Is it working?"

"I wouldn't tell you if it was."

Huffing out a laugh through his nose, he continued his idle search through the records. "What would you have me do then?"

"I dunno," you sighed, looking up and crossing your arms. "Woo me?"

"Forgive me," he grinned, looking up as well. "I think flustering you is an important part of the wooing process."

Letting out a strangled laugh, you were instantly warmed at the way he was watching you. Amusement danced in his half-lidded eyes, and he did that smile/lip bite thing again. Your heart could hardly take it.

"Why are we here?" you finally asked.

Tilting his head, he assessed you before responding. "I just discovered this shop recently. It's become one of my favorite places almost as soon as I walked in."

Taking a moment to look around, you began to nod. You hadn't been to a record store in Korea before, but it made sense that a musician would love it. You were surrounded by stacks of vinyl, something vibey pouring out of the speakers, and low enough lighting for your eyes to relax. Glancing up toward the front of the shop, there were incredibly hip people behind the counter either ringing up customers or grooving in their own little world. On the opposite side of the shop, there was a sitting area with several record players set up. Plugged into each were a pair of headphones, so patrons could test out a used vinyl or listen to one they just bought.

"I've taken up DJing," Hyungwon continued. "Which of course, a lot of people have gone digital, but I have a set of old turntables at home that I like to play with. I just love the feel of it, like I'm actually putting my hands on the music to help it along."

Following that same line of thought, you asked. "Do you produce music as well?"

"I do," he nodded. "I like being a part of the creative process. It's nice to listen to a finished song and be able to say I had a part in it."

"Even when you're only adding vocals, you're still taking part," you pointed out.

"Yeah," he hummed. "But I'm thinking more of the construction, or the foundation. I want to put together those pivotal parts that allow the artist to really be able to do their job."

"You sound passionate about it," you smiled.

"I am," he acknowledged. "It's one of those things that just makes me feel...alive. Do you have anything like that?"

Furrowing your brows, you began to think. Sure, you had hobbies that you enjoyed, but did they make you feel alive?

"I think the moments I feel alive aren't doing specific things," you mused. "I think I feel alive around certain people and during certain moments, if that makes sense?"

"Of course it does," he understood immediately. "It's like a moment that seems painted in brighter colors and even looking back on it, you can see it in stunning clarity."

"It's where you break your own fourth wall and say, wow, pay attention to this," you continued, a small spark of happiness lighting in your chest.

"Do you think this date is one of those?" he said quietly, his eyes immediately darting away. For someone who was so confident teasing you earlier, you were surprised with the vulnerability he had let slip through.

Smirking, you moved to stand in his line of sight. "Easily."

Wrinkling his nose and letting his shoulders relax, he exhaled. "I'm sure this whole experience has been full of those moments."

"Sure," you agreed. "But I'd rather pay attention to you right now. We don't have to talk about any of the other dates."

"Good," he smirked. "Because I've avoided watching those episodes."

"Then why bring it up?" you laughed.

"Glutton for punishment, I guess."

"You've found the right program then," you winced.

Speaking of punishment, you saw a flurry of movement near the production crew. As if waiting for the cue, a red envelope had been passed through several PD's hands and was now heading your way.

"How poetic," you groaned. "You guys were just waiting for an opportunity, weren't you?"

Accepting the challenge, you snatched the envelope away and looked toward Hyungwon. "Would you like to do the honors?"

Remaining silent, he reached out his hand. You were grateful as you placed the envelope in his waiting palm. Wasting no time in opening it, he pulled out the cardstock and began to read.

"Test your music skill without playing any music. Get ready for the first My Idol one-versus-one challenge!"

"What?" you croaked. Just when you thought you had this game figured out...

"Each player will be given a whiteboard, where they will then write a numbered list of five of their favorite song titles. Once completed, a PD will read off five situations, ie. Number 1: How did you feel after having a nightmare? The players will then need to answer with whatever song title they wrote down. The player who has a song title that closely answers the question, will get a point. The player with the most points wins and will decide the punishment for the loser."

"This sounds awfully involved," Hyungwon muttered, looking up from the card.

Frowning, you took the whiteboard being handed to you. "So just five random songs?"

The PD standing before you nodded.

"And the song I write down first will answer prompt one?" you clarified. "Then for the second prompt, I answer with the second song I wrote down?"

"Yes," the PD confirmed. "No switching around answers to better fit the situation."

"So it's pure luck then," Hyungwon chuckled bitterly. "Love that."

"At least we're choosing each other's punishments?" you tried to reply cheerfully. "That's a silver lining?"

Hyungwon had already began scribbling down songs. Looking up at you with his marker cap between his lips, he lifted his brows. "Sure."

For whatever reason, the small gesture made your stomach flip. Trying to breath, you reminded yourself that just because he had something occupying his mouth, it didn't ramp up his hot factor.

Who were you kidding? It absolutely did.

For the next five minutes the two of you scribbled on your boards, thought better of things, and erased several of your choices. This continued until you were both satisfied and ready to begin the mission.

"Okay," the PD began. "Song 1 should explain how you would feel after your first kiss."

You looked down to your board, a blush crawling across your face. Not only was the prompt unexpected, but you had a bad feeling that your music choices would not hold up.

Hyungwon, on the other hand, was already grinning. "Alive by The Rose."

"Oh, come on!" you gasped. "There's no way!"

Shuffling over to Hyungwon, the PD glanced over his board. "That's what he wrote."

"He's cheating," you pouted, looking toward the production crew moodily. "You gave him the prompts."

"What's your answer, huh?" Hyungwon prodded.

"Icky," you muttered. "By KARD."

"I'm sorry...what was that?" he asked again, his shit-eating grin growing by the minute.

"ICKY!" you all but yelled.

"The point goes to Hyungwon," the PD chimed.

"I could feel Icky after a kiss!" you shouted. "Just because it's not the ideal outcome doesn't mean it's not worthy of a point!"

The PD began to consult the crew behind her before nodding. "We'll give you a point too, Y/N."

You let out a chirp of satisfaction and stuck your tongue out at Hyungwon. He narrowed his eyes before letting out a chuckle.

"Song 2 should describe how you feel after your first date," the PD continued.

"I'm seeing a theme," you sighed. "Waffle House by the Jonas Brothers."

"What you're saying is I should have taken you out for food then?" Hyungwon smirked. "See You Again by Monsta X."

Your jaw dropped open as you slowly pivoted toward your date. "How in the hell?"

"I had a feeling they'd be relationship related," he hummed. "Context clues, Y/N."

You groaned before looking away. He wasn't wrong.

"Point to Hyungwon," the PD nodded. "Song 3 should explain how you feel when your date formally confesses."

"Too Deep to Turn Back by Daniel Caesar," Hyungwon nodded easily.

"I really feel like I should forfeit," you muttered. "The Loneliest by Maneskin."

"Another point to Hyungwon," the PD sighed. " Song 4 should set the tone if your date wins My Idol."

"Ha!" you gasped. "New Emotions by Infinite!"

Hyungwon frowned before tapping his board. "You Gon' Learn Some Jazz Today by Masego."

"How is that relationship related?" you asked, obnoxiously fluttering your eyelashes.

"I thought maybe one of them would involve a date idea or something. I don't know!" he groaned. "Next one!"

"Point for Y/N," the PD continued. "Lastly, Song 5 should describe how you feel when your date gets eliminated."

"Ouch," Hyungwon muttered. "Can we not foreshadow that? Also, I answered with That's Okay by D.O."

"I should be saying "ouch" then," you laughed. "GRL GVNG by XG."

"Our winner is Hyungwon!" the PD cheered. "You will get to choose Y/N's punishment."

Standing up and taking a bow, your date straightened and turned toward you. He began rubbing his hands mischievously. "Anything?"

"Anything," the PD confirmed.

"Y/N?" Hyungwon smirked, his eyes dancing across your face. "Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?"

This was easily the stupidest thing you had ever done. After your incident with San, you weren't looking to get on the back of any moving transport for a while, but here you were, helmet strapped on your head and internally screaming. There was a My Idol SUV pulled to the right of where Hyungwon's cycle sat, as well as behind it. It was comforting that they were at least trying to handle the safety risks while getting good footage.

"You ready?" Hyungwon asked.

"Are you expecting a "yes"?" you groaned.

"Not really," he chuckled, kicking the motorcycle to life. Instantly circling your arms around his torso, you buried your face into his wide shoulders. You would be madder with him, but he smelled amazing. It was hard to harbor hate when someone wore a scent that made them smell like a spicy Christmas cookie.

"Just trust me!" he said, gently navigating the bike onto the main road.

"You know how many times I've heard that over the course of this competition and then things have gone terribly wrong?" you whined.

You could feel the rumble of Hyungwon's laugh through his body. Patting your hands affectionately, he continued at a quicker speed. Your fingers already ached with the force they were holding on to the front of Hyungwon's hoodie. You knew it had to be uncomfortable for him too, but he didn't say a word.

After what felt like forever, he called your name over his shoulder. He must have felt you shake your head "no" into his back because he began to laugh again. "Y/N, look up!"

"No!" you squeaked, letting your cowardice win.

Taking one of his hands off the handlebars, he stroked the fingers you had tightly clenched near his torso. "I promise it's so worth it."

"Put your hands back where they're supposed to be!" you yelled. "And maybe I'll consider it!"

You felt Hyungwon's hand instantly leave yours. Keeping good on your bargain, you peeked up nervously. During your time in the record store, night had inevitably crept in and turned Seoul dark. All that was left to occupy your vision was the evening sky and the flashes of neon provided by shops you passed.

Focusing on your breathing, you slowly straightened your back, and gave a proper look around. You weren't actually moving as quickly as your closed eyes led you to believe. Hyungwon was driving at a comfortable pace, constantly glancing around the perimeter to make sure there weren't any threats to himself or you. Maybe you shouldn't have been so hesitant to trust him.

Then again, you were valid in your fear. Things hadn't exactly gone smoothly up until this point.

Coming to a slow stop at a red light, you heard Hyungwon ask relatively quietly over the roar of the engine. "What do you think? Something you could get used to?"

"I may need a lot of exposure therapy," you laughed. "But I think I could."

"Good," Hyungwon hummed. You could hear the smile behind his words. "Because when I win and they start playing "You Gon' Learn Some Jazz Today", we'll be riding my motorcycle into the sunset."

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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hii how are you teach? needing some aizawa comfort of reader being harassed by some guys on the street. like he comes out maybe while he’s finishing up patrolling at night. recently had a few bad encounters and it makes me ick.

Baby I am so sorry you had to deal with such an awful thing, it must've been hard for you 😢 I hope you're feeling better now. I'm also really sorry it took me too long but I hope you like it ❤️

Title : Falling star

Characters : Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Angst/ Fluff/ One shot/ Happy ending

Trigger warning : Attempted rape/ injuries

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

_ "So, what do you want for dinner?" you were twinkling, practically skipping as you talked to your man on the phone, "should I buy something on the way home or do you prefer a homemade meal?"

_ "Anything is fine beautiful," he responded softly, sighing as he did, "I missed you."

You giggled happily, almost forgetting that you were outside in public, "what are you saying Shōta? We left the apartment together this morning so how can you miss me so soon?"

Truthfully, you were only teasing, because you too had missed him a lot.

His hearty chuckle came from the other end of the line, "I'm sorry those night shifts are getting more and more frequent lately." he sounded remorseful.

_ "I'm sorry too honey, but that's okay, you're doing this so people like myself can feel safer on the streets." you held your phone closer to your ear, wishing you were holding him instead.

You meant every word you uttered though, knowing that he was out there preventing crime and watching over the city gave you serenity and peace of mind, however..

Lost in your own trance, you failed to notice the wicked stares that followed you from behind, and it didn't help that less and less people were passing by. But even then, you felt secure having your beloved's voice accompanying you, it was all you needed.

_ " Oh Shōta! Look up! Have you seen that falling star?!" you beamed pointing to the moving light.

_ "Yes baby, I have," his words were laced with a smile that you could undeniably feel, "beautiful."

You took a deep breath, relishing the cool breeze that tickled your skin. And for a moment it was peaceful and quiet, until a harsh pull on your arm shattered that perfect image.

You yelped, losing your balance and smashing your phone to the ground. It all happened too quickly that when you finally regained your composure you were in a nearby dark alley, restrained and pushed against the wall.

_ "Who are you? And what do you want from me?" if Shōta had taught you anything, it was to remain calm and to keep your self-control when faced with danger.

"Buy yourself time and examine your surroundings, don't give your attacker the satisfaction of controlling your reactions."

You never thought the day would come when his words would start playing inside your brain as you possibly faced your demise.

You were terror stricken, barely able to push your tears back, but you were never taught to give in so easily..

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

Your voice sounded heavenly reaching him over the device he held dearly as he talked to you.

Your little conversations about how your day had been, what to have for dinner, or even the tiniest strangest things encountering you on your way home were what made the dragging tedious night shifts bearable.

He looked up smiling, picturing your beautiful face among the stars until a shooting one caught his attention.

He opened his mouth to mention it, but as usual, you were quicker.

_ " Oh Shōta! Look up! Have you seen that falling star?!" you were precious, and it never ceases to amaze him just how passionate you are about the smallest things.

He's not one to believe in superstitions but if there was such a thing then he wouldn't mind making a wish on that breaking star.

"never leave my side y/n"

Was what he silently longed for. However, and only moments later came a reminder that life wasn't a fairytale..

_ "Y/n! What's happening?! Talk to me!" he heard it all.. your horrified scream, their devilish laughter, the ambiguous ruckus, and the loud crush before your phone went dead.

He feared the worst as he pictured nightmarish scenarios of what might be happening to the love of his life, but losing you was never going to be an option.

He instantly regained his composure and dashed to find you, thanking the heavens that you only ever take one and the same way home every day.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

_ "What's a pretty thing like yourself doing alone at this hour?" he was too close, his disgusting breath fanning over your neck.

_ "Oh I guess it's just our good luck man!" his friend dared to slide his rough fingers under your shirt.

_ "No stop! Don't touch me! Stay away!" everything you were taught by Shōta went down the drain in a split second.

You thought you could handle it, you thought you could defend yourself, you thought you could make him proud, but you were shackled by your overwhelming fright.

_ "Would you look at that! I'm suddenly so turned on," a third one that you hadn't seen before, appeared out of nowhere, "it's always fun to see their once rebellious glare turn into a pleading peep."

_ "I know right?" the asshole who was boldly touching you, ripped off your shirt all of a sudden leaving you exposed to the three of them.

_ "No don't! Please don't!" your tears started falling and you no longer cared about forcing them back, "let go of me! Help! Someone! Anyon.." a big rough hand slammed itself over your mouth, knocking your head on the wall behind you.

Something started trickling down your nape.. blood? Possibly, you were too lightheaded to comprehend.

_ "Shut the fuck up, someone will hear you." those were their last words to you..

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

Shōta ran like a mad man, knocking a few innocent bystanders on the way.

Every second that passed meant the difference between your life and death, and he couldn't even begin to imagine what that would mean for him.

"I'll get to you.. I promise I will."

He repeated in his head like a mantra, scanning the area for anything suspicious until he heard something. He wasn't sure what it was or if it meant anything until a clearer sound followed suit.

"let go of me! Help! Someone! Anyon.." it was yours, undoubtedly so, you were closer than he thought. He flew following your voice into an abandoned dark alley that seemed endless, bottomless.. until he finally reached you..

The sight he was welcomed with made the blood boil in his veins. Filthy lowlife villains surrounded you, laughing, mocking, grabbing. But his attention went straight to you, your shivering squirming body, your flowing tears and terrified expressions.

_ "I'll kill you for that." he growled before kicking them to the ground and pummeling them mercilessly.

You could hear them begging for mercy from where you were crouching, but Shōta kept beating them up with no signs of stopping, it was as if he was possessed.

You wanted to call his name, to tell him that you were alright, that he had gotten to you on time, but deep down you wanted your assaulters to learn their lesson, not only for what they wanted to do to you but also for the sake of their previous victims.

The ruckus had finally stopped.. bodies were piled up on top of each other, bleeding, broken, whimpering, and Shōta was instantly by your side, replacing your lost shirt with his own and inspecting you for injuries.

_ "How are you feeling sweetheart? Are you hurt anywhere?" he was tense, jaws clenched and brows furrowed. He looked guilt ridden.

_ "I'm okay, I promise," you cupped his cheeks as you smoothed out his skin, "you came for me, you saved me."

One of his hands cradled your head and he gasped feeling the warm liquid against his fingers.

_ "They hit you?!" the animalistic glare returned to his features and you had to reassure him.

_ "It's no big deal Shōta, it doesn't hurt that much I swear, it's probably just a scratch."

He pulled you to his chest, kissing everywhere his lips could reach, "this is never going to happen again I promise! I will keep you safe."

You smiled knowing that he meant every single word, "Shōta, please take me home." you just wanted to be out of that dump.

He nodded grabbing his phone and calling the police and an ambulance for you..

An hour later, the criminals were shipped to the station and you were home after the medics confirmed your well-being.

_ "It must've been hard baby, I'm really sorry," he kissed your shoulder before lathering your skin with your favorite body wash and massaging it softly, "but I'm proud of you, you bought me enough time to reach you at the right moment."

Your cheeks heated up because you weren't exactly as proud as he was. You were panicked and did little to defend yourself.

_ "I couldn't do anything.. I was so scared.. if you got to me a few minutes later then who knows.."

He pulled you close, your back flush against his chest, the sudden movement causing you to flinch and the water level to rise in the bathtub.

_ "It's fine to be scared. Hell, I was terrified myself.. but you were brave because you did your best against them despite your fear, that's why you're brave, and that's why I'm proud." he trailed soft feathery kisses along the side of your neck and you traced the strong arms that wrapped themselves around your frame.

_ "You really think so? You really think I did well?" his words mean the world to you, and you wanted to hear more.

_ "Of course I do, you were the one calming my nerves earlier remember?"

You giggled squeezing his arms.

_ "See? You're able to laugh, that's how strong you are." he gently cupped your jaw, turning your head to the side and kissing your smiling lips, "my brave undefeated y/n" he mumbled softly against you and you giggled some more, moving around to mount him and making a mess out of the bathroom floor that was all kinds of drenched, but neither of you cared.

_ "I love you Shōta"

_ "I love you more," he kissed you again before averting his gaze, "you know, I kinda did something silly tonight," he cleared his throat, "I made a wish on that falling star, for you to stay by my side." he wanted you to laugh some more, to mock him, to hopefully forget -even for a moment- what happened earlier, he wouldn't have revealed such an embarrassing secret otherwise.

But your reaction was the last thing he expected.

_ "Really?! I did too! I made the same wish and I was too embarrassed to tell you!"

You two were quiet for a moment after that, blinking a few times before bursting out laughing.

_ "We're both weird I guess." you struggled between uncontrollable chuckles and he could finally heave a sigh of relief, caressing your cheeks and marveling at how alluring you were.

_ "My beautiful brave y/n."

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