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A Better Life, Part 1

This is an angsty Azriel story I've had floating around in my head for ages. I'm not sure how many parts this will be, but I anticipate at least 2 or 3 more parts to follow this!

Pairing: Azriel x Oldest Archeron Sister

Word count: 4.1k

Masterlist | Part 2

"Elain, I've brought tea. Do you think you can take a few sips for me?" I sat the teapot and cup on the side table next to her before gently stroking some hair out of her face. She hasn't been taking to this new life of ours very well, closing herself off and refusing to eat. But I have managed to get her to drink tea, ensuring she gets some sort of nutrients and calories into her system. I hope to move onto broth soon, but I don't want to push too hard, risking a regression on her behalf.

If it weren't for my hand already playing with her hair, I never would have noticed the faint nod she gave me before reaching for the cup. I was happy to sit in silence with her so long as she consumed something. I continued stroking her hair, remembering how much she enjoyed it when we were younger and how it would keep her calm, especially when life got hard after our family moved into that little shack. She has yet to show any sign of wanting me to stop, so I continued to stand behind her chair, looking out of the window with her while she slowly drank her tea.

Some moments passed before she set the cup down. A quick glance showed me she emptied it, and I smiled slightly at the sight. “Let me know if you want a refill, yes?” Another faint nod and we went back to watching the outdoor world in silence. She’s always been fond of flowers and plants, and this view showcased one of the most beautiful gardens I had ever seen. I was hopeful this view was helpful to her mental state and that she simply didn’t just keep coming here because she knew where this room was.

I was taking a mental inventory of flowers I didn’t recognize so I could look them up later, thinking maybe sharing some new facts about the plant-life in this new world would cheer her up some, when the door opened. I glanced over to Azriel, noticing his eyes flick between the two of us before being trained directly on Elain. Something in my chest twisted when our eyes met before feeling something I could only describe as a “click.” I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening - all I knew was that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the Illyrian male. He was always attractive, but seeing him with my new fae senses? He was the most breathtaking creature I have ever seen.

Since I was watching him so closely, I noticed that his eyes widened slightly when I felt the ‘click’ before a small smile appeared on his face. He approached Elain slowly, kneeling beside her. “Can I get you anything?” I was getting ready to respond, saying I’ve got my sister taken care of, before the most surprising thing happened.

She turned to him, doe eyes meeting his beautiful hazel ones, before quietly asking for more tea.

I shook my head, clearing away that horrid memory from six months ago. A lot has changed since then. The war ended and those in the Inner Circle have been working with other courts on retaining peace. Nesta continued to struggle for a long while after the war, but with the help of Feyre and Cassian, she sort of fell into her new role. Still a bit angry, understandably so, but less destructive and that’s more than I could ask for. Once it became clear that Elain was a Seer and not crazy, she has been flourishing. Gardening her days away with the brightest smile on her face. A smile that could mainly be attributed to a certain male. I shut down that train of thought the moment it entered my mind. Thinking of them together hurt in ways I never thought possible, and I didn’t enjoy that particular thought breaking through the numbness I built.

After some investigating, it became clear to me that Azriel was my mate. Our bond having clicked into place that day in the study, but it appears I’m not even good enough for my own soul mate as he has only had eyes for Elain from the moment it clicked.

I spoke to Rhys and Feyre a few different times, under the guise of general curiosity about what a bond is like. They confirmed what I initially felt that day, but that it feels different for them given that they chose to accept the bond and have been incredibly happy ever since. I asked Rhys once, about a month after the bond clicked, what it meant for a fae who was rejected by their mate. I pretended I was asking about Lucien since my sister made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him, and wanted to see if he believed this rejected bond could have been playing at all into her depression. I’ll never forget the sad look that passed his eyes, saying that Lucien will forever feel incomplete. That there would be a gaping hole in his chest that couldn’t be filled. He’ll learn how to live with that feeling, maybe have days where he doesn’t think about it at all. But unless Elain accepts the bond, he’ll only ever feel an unrequited love of the most severe kind. He mentioned he didn’t think Elain rejecting the bond would impact her on this scale and that everything she was feeling was solely related to her lost life.

I thanked Rhys for the information, and I remember saying something vague about wanting to send Lucien a gift of some kind, something to show he wasn’t alone in this world and that he has friends if he chooses to accept us. But I walked away from Rhys, shutting down the rest of that conversation and locked myself in my room where I cried for the rest of the night. When I woke the next morning, I found that I didn’t feel anything at all. And for the last five months, I’ve continued to live in this sort of numbness. Seeing Feyre happy and finally living the life she’s deserved? Nothing. Watching Nesta tamper her anger and accepting the possibilities this world, and maybe even Cassian, offered her? Nothing. Watching Elain flirt and laugh with Azriel as if they were mated? For better or for worse, nothing.

Through all of this, what should have upset me was that no one noticed my own decline. I spent my entire life raising and caring for my sisters, knowing them better than anything else in this world. I knew when they would start to feel sick before they even knew, and began prepping various soups and collecting medicines to help. I sensed when a disagreement was about to break into all-out war and knew how to diffuse it immediately. Even when we had nothing, I organized birthday parties to celebrate our life and enjoy everything we were able to hold onto and make ourselves.

It was today, on my 29th birthday, that I realized I never had a birthday party. No one ever baked me a cake or brought me a present. Feyre would hug me, but given how much she hated her own birthday, she couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge anyone’s birthday further than that. And it was this year’s hug that caused this internal spiral of mine. We had all just finished eating in the House of Wind and everyone was moving their way into the living room when she pulled me to the side. Didn’t say anything to me, just pulled me into a tight hug before walking away with a small smile on her face.

I stood in the entryway for a moment, letting all of my thoughts catch up to me, before Cassian’s booming voice called for me to join them. I moved quietly to the armchair closest to me, and it allowed me to look at everyone as they settled into their own spaces.

Amren was perched on Varian’s lap, and it was clear that they had zero intention of staying around us for much longer. Mor, Cassian, and Nesta shared a sofa nearest the fireplace. Mor and Cassian were talking about who knows what over a glass of wine while Nesta pretended she wasn’t listening in as she sipped on her own glass. Feyre had moved next to Rhys, where she sat on the arm of his chair, leaning against his shoulder as she tried to get caught up on what Mor and Cassian were discussing. Finally, I glanced over at Elain and Azriel, whispering to each other in soft tones while they sat on the loveseat. How fitting. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Azriel said something that made her giggle before biting her lip and looking up to him.

I tried to pull up some sort of anger, some disappointment, in an attempt to finally break away from this cold detachment. No matter how long I watched them, hoping the longer I watched, the more this ice would thaw, nothing changed. I no longer imagined what it would be like to be the one sitting with him, to be the one who made him laugh and his bright hazel eyes shine. I no longer imagined what it would be like to be the one who was loved by him, who was accepted by him. All there was now was just a hollowness in the center of my chest.

I don’t know how long I watched them whisper and laugh, but I eventually tore my eyes away only to see Feyre watching me with such strong sorrow. I continued looking at her, almost daring her to say something. But like every other moment in life where I would have appreciated someone stepping in on my behalf, she looked down at the glass of wine she held. It occurred to me that no one offered me a glass, and that’s when my decision was made.

Cassian was telling some story and when everyone broke out in laughter, I used the distraction to slip out of my chair and move my way to my room. I kept the door slightly open behind me so that I could keep track of when they all started to quiet down and settle in for the night. Keeping one ear trained on the door, I began packing a bag with all of my meager belongings. I didn't have many toiletries to pack as it turns out I had no one to impress. Most of my clothes had become far too big on me, and I never bothered to replace any of them. Falling into this numbness meant I no longer felt much of an appetite. Even tonight, with everyone in attendance, no one noticed that I simply pushed the food around my plate for the duration of the meal.

Once everything I wanted to take with me was packed, I pulled a coin purse from my bedside table. I had slowly been withdrawing funds from the account Rhys set up for me. I doubt anyone kept track of something as small as the account he created, but I figured since no one reached out asking about what I was purchasing with what I took, no one noticed that I took almost everything. I fully intend to pay Rhys back for this, but for now, it’s the only way I can leave and settle down somewhere else.

Feeling a need to explain myself, I wrote Feyre a letter. I felt I owed her something considering everything she and her mate were willing to share with me in order to help transition me into this new life. I briefly considered writing Nesta and Elain, but if they weren’t going to give me the time of day, I’ll allow myself to be petty enough to do the same. Once the letter was done, I sat back at my desk, waiting for the house to finally go quiet.

It took a few hours, as I expected it to. Once 30 minutes passed since the last voice quieted, I grabbed my bag, confirmed the coin purse was inside, and made my way to the front door. Walking silently along the corridor, I noticed Cassian had passed out in the living room along with Mor, but everyone else had gone to bed. I opened and closed the front door as silently as possible, not wanting to alert the two closest to me of my departure. Once the door was shut, I winnowed away. ___________

Feyre sat in the dining room and looked over her family with a fond smile. She noticed no one had a glass of wine with their dinners and she bit back a laugh. Once Cassian got in the mood, no one could escape his need to break into every bottle of wine he could see, and it appears everyone lost their taste for the beverage this evening. She made eye contact with Rhys, and he winked at her, most likely noticing the same thing she did.

Cassian, Amren, and Mor were arguing about who knows what, while Varian watched on with interest. Azriel was smiling as Elain described her latest garden plans and Feyre felt her heart lurch. Y/N never confided in her about what she felt for the Spymaster, but it wasn’t too hard to figure out, especially given the questions she had asked her and Rhys about mating bonds. Rhys shared the topic of his private conversation with Y/N about rejected bonds as he was concerned, but still Feyre didn’t bring it up. Her sister’s mating bond wasn’t her story to tell, though she did what she could in asking Azriel and Elain to cool off each other. Clearly that didn’t work as it only pushed them closer together. Feyre had an inkling that Azriel didn’t know about the bond with Y/N, that he wouldn’t be so heartless as to push her away like this if he felt it. However, knowing that didn’t help calm the growing concern she had for her eldest sister.

She turned her gaze to Y/N's normal spot, only to frown when she found it empty. “Has anyone seen Y/N today?” The table quieted down, everyone looking at the empty chair that caught Feyre’s attention as if they were all realizing at the same time the oldest Archeron wasn’t in attendance.

“I’m sure she’s fine. Probably realized there’s no need to come down to a meal and pretend to eat if she’s just going to sit around ignoring her food anyways.” Elain shrugged and Feyre felt a glare sharpen into place.

“How kind of you, as her sister, to notice she’s starving herself and do nothing about it, whereas she fought tooth and nail to ensure you consumed something every day when you were in the pit of your depression a few months ago,” Mor snarled. Before Azriel could jump in and defend Elain, Feyre interrupted.

“So no one has seen her, checked in on her?” At the silence that fell upon the table, a feeling of despair fell into her stomach like a rock. She quickly stood from the table and ran to Y/N's room. Surely she wouldn’t hurt herself, right? Feyre knows things haven’t been easy on her, and she felt guilty she didn’t do much to try and show that Y/N wasn’t alone. But she was just so busy in rebuilding that she assumed one of her other sisters or members of the Inner Circle would have been checking in on Y/N just as Y/N always checked in on them.

Y/N's bedroom door was open so Feyre didn’t hesitate to run in. “Y/N? Are you here?” She looked around the room and bathroom, noticing it was missing both her sister and quite a few of her belongings. A folded piece of paper with Feyre’s name on it caught her attention, and she grabbed it quickly. Tears forming and threatening to fall, Feyre stormed back into the dining room where it sounded like everyone was trying to retrace their steps as to when they last saw Y/N. From what Feyre heard, it doesn’t even sound like they knew she sat in the living room with them once they finished eating.

“Darling? Is she alright? What happened?” Feyre ignored her mate in favor of throwing the letter at Nesta, who was closest to her. The only sign of Nesta being startled by Feyre’s aggression was a quick blink.

“Read it.” Nesta looked up at Feyre, confusion evident in her eyes, but her facial expression otherwise kept neutral.

“Stop with the theatrics, Feyre, and just tell us -”

“Read the fucking letter, Nesta. Out loud.” Nesta straightened in her seat before grabbing the letter.

“Feyre, I’m sorry to leave in the middle o-” Nesta’s brows furrowed, and she cleared her throat before starting again. “I’m sorry to leave in the middle of the night without giving a proper goodbye. But I know myself well enough that if you asked me to stay, I would in a heartbeat, regardless of what your home is doing to me.

I love you, Feyre, but I can no longer stay in a place where I’m not welcomed, where I’m not wanted. Since the moment I was Made, I’ve felt my soul crack and break more and more each day. I allowed myself to grow numb to it in an attempt to save myself from the pain so that I could stay with you, sister.

However, I fear that staying will only make this numbness permanent. I’ve always been willing to fight and give every piece of myself to ensure my sisters were happy and safe, and I had foolishly believed my sisters would do the same for me. Sadly, I find myself with nothing left to give and no one willing to fight for me as I have fought for them.

I want to thank you and Rhys for the room you’ve given me these last few months. It was the kindest thing I remember anyone having done for me lately, and I am eternally grateful to you for that. I also want to thank Rhys for the funds he set up for me. I wish I didn’t have to, but I withdrew enough to help me get out of this Court. When I am able to, I will pay everything back. Until then, please don’t look for me. I will be fine." Nesta paused, but Feyre wouldn’t let her, urging her to keep reading.

"It’s funny. Even when I spent time with my sisters, I was never really with any of you, was I? Surrounded by everyone and I was still on my own. Maybe being away will finally give me the opportunity to discover who I am. I wish I could have learned it with all of you as you discovered who you were, but I suppose fate had something else in mind for me.

I’m so proud of you, Feyre. You’ve finally found yourself the life you deserve, and I am so happy for you and Rhys to have each other, to be able to live your best and most wonderful lives. I hoped to find that happiness here, and I am so sorry it didn’t work out that way.

I’ll write to you once I find a place I can settle down, a place I can finally call home. I don’t think I can bring myself to come to your city again, but I hope that when the time comes, you and Rhys would be willing to visit me. Whenever and wherever that may be.

Until next time, little dove. Y/N”

The room was silent as everyone absorbed the words Nesta read. Rhys watched his mate, trying to get a sense of where her thoughts were, but unable to read her. Azriel, Elain, and Cassian were looking at Nesta with shock written on their faces. Mor looked furious, but it was Amren who spoke up.

“What else did you expect? You’ve treated your sister like shit since the moment you arrived, and I’m certain that’s not new behavior. Wouldn’t be surprised if she spent her entire life dealing with your ungrateful asses.” She began pushing the food around her plate like she used to before the war turned her entirely fae, a sign that she was genuinely upset.

“Excuse me? I’m sorry, but you know nothing of my sister -” Elain began.

“Clearly, neither did you. She’s been withering away for months and you all just sat back and let it happen. Sure, Feyre would check in whenever she had a free moment, but a free moment wasn’t enough, was it? The support and concern of only one of her sisters wasn’t enough, was it? She said it herself - she gave her life to all of you and received nothing for it. Goes to show what she thinks of you and Nesta considering she didn’t even mention you in her letter or write a separate note for either of you.” Everyone stared at Amren, but Mor nodded in agreement.

“I know better than anyone that even family can be toxic and detrimental to your health. Good for her for getting out and doing what’s right for her.” Elain tried to continue arguing with Mor and Amren, mentioning things about how selfish Y/N is for leaving, but Feyre couldn’t stay here. She felt Rhys reach out to her through the bond, but not even her mate could ease the guilt that was threatening to drown her. The guilt of not trying to do more, the shame that she couldn’t trust her family to look after one of their own.

Feyre watched as Rhys stood from his seat. “I’ll go write to the High Lords, let them know what’s going on.”

“Yes! Tell them to find her and drag her back home. I don’t know what she was thinking -” Rhys looked at Elain with such unrestrained rage that she shut up immediately, paling slightly.

“I am not writing to them to ask them to ‘drag her back home.’ She made it clear she wants nothing to do with Velaris, with this Court, and we will respect that. I’m writing to them to ask for their permission to let her pass through their courts. Unless you want your broken oldest sister to have an even shittier time by being arrested and thrown into a cell for trespassing.” Elain stormed from the room and Feyre watched Amren roll her eyes.

Cassian stood and moved to Rhys. “I’ll help deliver the letters once they’re ready. Az, how about you?” Everyone watched as Azriel looked between his brothers and where Elain ran off to, unable to move or say anything. Cassian scoffed at him. “Great, I’ll take care of this myself. Let’s go Rhys. She’s got almost a full 24 hours ahead of us. Who knows where she could be right now or who she could have run into. Do you think she's moving on foot? Can she even winnow?"

Feyre followed Cassian and Rhys out of the dining room, leaving Mor and Amren to scold Azriel for not being able to do anything while Nesta continued to look at her older sister’s letter. Of course Nesta noticed what was happening to her sister. But she didn’t know how to comfort. Only how to ignore and hope that it builds a stronger shield. Not the best course of action, but it was no secret to her sisters. She had also noticed that Y/N shut down the moment Azriel and Elain began to grow closer. I hoped to find that happiness here.

Nesta released a humorless laugh, and that cut off whatever discussions were going around her. “Here’s to you finding the life you deserve, sister.” She set the letter on the table before standing. Looking at Azriel, she scowled. “She certainly deserves better than anyone in this Court.”

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Seven Deadly Sins: Chapter 1

Words: 1.9k Rating: PG Pairing(s): Adam Squared (Adam Page/Adam Cole [mostly]) Title: The Trip

so hello 👀 welcome to chapter one of a (hopefully) multi-chapter, supernaturally themed A2/AEW fic. you can probably guess from the title what the premise of the fic may be, but in short (and without giving out more of the plot), this fic is what happens when you pair up seven heavenly virtues with seven deadly sins to try to knock the sin off of them

i’ve read through this chapter twice and idk how to feel about it but! you never know if you don’t try and i can’t get to the juicy stuff without the intro. so here we go! i hope you guys enjoy! :)

p.s.: bonus points if you can snuff out which sins and virtues everyone is supposed to be; this chapter doesn’t state anything explicitly, so try your hand at guessing (even inbox me if you want)! i’d love to hear some thoughts/theories :)

What was he doing?

Sprinkles of rain danced on the windshield and fell in twisting, branching streams. The rain was light and piddling, and had been for several minutes, but the drops were getting heavier, now, and the porous asphalt turning dark gray.

Yet, despite the impending storm, there he stood, under an awning some number of yards away, talking to them. Wasting time. Conversing about nothing. Catching up on old times that meant nothing.

The obnoxious patterns on the brothers’ clothing made them stick out like beacons. Cole stared, twisting his mouth and biting his cheek. The leather of his steering wheel creaked beneath his grip.

As his partner finally begin to turn his body towards the car, Cole was hopeful he wouldn’t have to suffer watching the nonsense much longer. Their laughter made him nauseous.

He retrieved his phone from his pocket. 10:43PM.  

He checked his texts.

“11:30. Don’t be late.”

He sighed and locked his phone.

Then honked his horn.

He smirked watching Hangman jump and turn toward the car, pointing toward it with both thumbs over his shoulder before saying his goodbyes. No umbrella in tow, the rain thumping harder, and a flash of lightning illuminating the lot with a rumble you could feel in your chest, he looked up at the sky, then again at the car.  

He motioned for Cole to bring the car closer. Cole stared at the two gaudily dressed brothers, who had yet to retreat back inside, or to their own car. He contemplated obliging for a moment.

Then their laughter rang in his ears, and he began to flip idly through his phone.

Hangman huffed and half-heartedly pulled his pink tee over his blond locks as he jogged toward the car. He whipped around to the passenger side and tried to pull open the door, which was locked.

He scrunched his face into a scowl, but sighed and tapped lightly on the window.

Click.

Cole chuckled to himself, still scrolling through articles he didn’t care about. Hangman closed the car door and attempted to fix his hair.

“Very mature.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said that was very mature.”

Cole grinned.

“I don’t know what you mean. I did what you asked. I didn’t cause a scene.”

“Yeah, well,” Page started, a hair tie between his teeth as he slicked back his dampened hair, “I guess we got different definitions of ‘scene’.”

With his hair as “fixed” as he could manage in a taught bun, and as Cole started to pull out of the parking lot, the rain picked up in intensity. The windshield wipers lashed streams of rainwater rhythmically left and right, the sky black with clouds, minus the halo of light emanating off of a waxing crescent in the sky. The pair allowed a bit of time to pass in a comfortable but knowing silence, before the golden haired of the two spoke up.

Hangman drummed his fingertips along the passenger side controls.

“What time are we supposed to be there?”

“11:30.”

Hangman nodded.

“Oh, good. Plenty of time.”

“Could’ve had a little more time to spare. But, you know. You and your besties.”

Hangman rolled his eyes, allowing his head to thud against his seat.

“I’m bringin’ this up at the meeting.”

The brunette scoffed.

“C’mon. Really? It’s not that serious.”

“It was to me.”

“God, you’re tough.”

“I’m lookin’ out for you, believe it or not.”

“Not.”

The blonde rolled his eyes, but unsuccessfully fought back a smirk at Cole’s indignance.

“Okay,” he smiled. “I’ll just ask him to unbind us, then. Get you somebody you’re more comfortable with. Or drop your program.”

Cole said nothing at first, but Page watched as his jaw clenched and unclenched several times.

“Something wrong?” Page prodded, accompanied by a snarky smile and tilt of his head.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I can’t know what you don’t tell me.”

The car eased to a stop at a red light. Cole leaned back in his seat, rubbing his face with his hands. He pulled his phone from his pocket only long enough to check the time.

11:02.

“I’m grateful for your help. Okay? You happy now?”

Page exhaled through his nose.

“This isn’t about me being happy or unhappy. This is about helping you get back to where you need to be.”

From red, to green. The engine hummed as Cole placed his foot back on the gas. There was a pause.

“That’s why I have to tell him about tonight.”

Cole sighed.  

“You’re stubborn,” he mused. “It’s annoying.”

“Don’t be like that,” Hangman said with a hopeful smile. “We’ll be alright. It’s a process.”

“We?” Cole snipped. “I don’t know if I’d call it a ‘we’. Nothing happens to you if I fuck this up.”

A pang of guilt surged through his chest as soon as the last word left his lips.

“Sorry.”

“That’s alright. ‘Impulsivity’ is on the laundry list, too.”  

Hangman’s head rested against the window as he gazed up at the sky. The rain had begun to break, but the cloud cover was still too dense to see the stars. The waxing crescent had fallen behind the clouds, too.  

“Can’t say you’re wrong, anyhow.”

“Hey,” Cole chuckled, nudging his passenger with his elbow. “’least I got something right.”

Page half-heartedly smiled and continued with his sky-gazing. He tried his best not to doze, tracing the edges of moon-lit clouds with his eyes. They drove in and out of patches of rain, some heavy, some misty, and in some patches, there was hardly anything. There was an absence of traffic on the side streets, pitch black and winding, where Cole would speed, and Hangman would glare disapprovingly at the speedometer.

He shifted his gaze back toward the road to check on where they were going. Back on the highway, the clock read 11:12 now; they’d still make it, as long as they stayed on course without distraction.

A pair of golden arches tempted fate in the distance, however, pulling nearer and nearer into view, until Cole flipped his blinker and merged into the turning lane.

“Really?”

“Yes, ‘really’,” Cole quipped. “I need some coffee. There’s no line, and we still got 15 minutes. We’re good.”

Hangman reclined his seat as far as it would let him.

“If Arch starts grilling us about why we’re late, you can explain your McDonald’s craving. This ain’t on me.”

Cole chuckled as he eased up toward the intercom.

“You’re cute, Page.”

His choice of words caught the mindful blonde off guard, whose chest seized up, if only for a moment, before his compatriot pulled up to the next window, having placed his order.

He closed his eyes, still leaned backwards in his seat, the hair on his arms standing tall, goosebumps trailing up his arms. He couldn’t place a finger on what he was feeling, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat a couple of times before resigning to lift his seat upright.

Just a moment later, Page was greeted by the cold touch of a caramel sundae near his chest. He grabbed it instinctively as Cole reached again out of his window to grab his comically sized iced coffee from the cashier, knocking a paper-wrapped straw open on his knee and enjoying several sips as he eased his foot off the brake.

“That’s yours, by the way.”

Page, puzzled, glanced at the sundae, then again at Cole.

“This?” he questioned, pointing to the cup in his hand.

“Better eat it fast. It’s gonna be evidence once we get there. Less than 10 minutes. Spoon’s in the cup holder.”

“Oh,” said Hangman, ripping the plastic around the spoon with his teeth. “’preciate that. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

Pleasure.

For a few fleeting seconds in time, that word knocked around the sides of Hangman’s skull like a Newton’s cradle, and with it, came fleeting fractional seconds of thoughts that put them both in jeopardy. Sins of the flesh tended to be the most damning.

As not to incriminate himself further with the Arch, Page shook his head, as if to shake away his thoughts, and ate his sundae in silence.

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11:28.

The pair pulled up to the winding driveway of a peaked cathedral. The rain had stopped altogether by now, and Cole turned off the car as they prepared to make their way in. Hangman tapped his shoulder, pointing toward the empty plastic cup and spoon in his hand. Cole motioned toward the cup holder, then opened his door, exiting, a half drunken iced coffee in tow.

Page followed shortly behind, placing his empty cup in the holder.

“Cole,” he said, half-jogging to catch up and tap the brunette’s wrist with his finger. “Evidence?”

Hangman tapped the side of Cole’s iced coffee, dripping wet now with condensation.

Cole snorted, turning back to meet eyes with the blonde.

“That was for your cover, sweetheart. Not mine.”

Page felt his face grow warmer by the second. Cole smirked, holding eye contact, then glancing down at the blonde’s lips.

“You got a little somethin’ in your beard.”

“Where?”

“Around the corner of your mouth, sorta.”

The blonde ran his hand down his own mouth a couple of times, then licked his lips.

“Did I get it?”

Cole chuckled.

“Want me to get it for you?”

A pang of panic, but his mouth worked faster than his body.

“If you could, please.”

Cole cradled Page’s chin in his hand, using his thumb to trace around the edge of his lips, taking bits of caramel and dried cream with him. His steely blues kept Page still and trance-like, until he pulled his hand away.

“Let’s get going.”

Page smiled and nodded nervously, allowing Cole to lead. A stoic, suited figure stood in the doorway of the chapel, arms crossed.

“Evening, Regal. Sorry for the wait. Had to have a little coffee to get through this slog, right?”

“Hmph.”

Cole entered, leaving Page to sheepishly follow behind.

“Apologies, Archangel.”

Regal cleared his throat.

“I suppose you’re not technically late. It’s 11:30 on the dot. Just be mindful, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

As Page made his way in, the door closed behind him with a thud that reverberated through his chest. The room opened up to a long table, where everyone was already seated. Ruby attended to several superficial wounds on Eddie’s face, as he grumbled assurances that he was fine; Jade sat defiantly with her feet on the table, immaculately dressed as Athena tried without avail to get her properly seated; Maxwell sat alone in a seat that had been strategically placed next to the head of the table, cleaning his diamond ring; Kris nudged Cassidy awake, as his sunglasses never fooled anyone; and Omega sat alone.

Cole had pulled Hangman’s seat out at an angle, and pulled it out a bit more when he made note of the clicking of his boots on the hardwood floor.

“See? Made it on time.”

“Just barely,” Page retorted.

Regal passed Hangman from behind on his way toward the head of the table. Without a second thought, he grabbed Max’s wrist, yanking the ring from his pinky and placing it in his vest pocket.

“Fucking curmudgeon,” Max huffed under his breath.

“It’s lovely working with you too, Maxwell. Seeing as your last tutor got his fill of you.”

“Punk was a coward. Not my fucking problem.”

Regal have Max a couple of firm pats on the back, then turned his attention to the rest of the table.

“Right then,” he spoke. “Let tonight’s meeting commence.”

#bri's writing

[bbrissonn]

𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐚 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐚

in which after going live with rutger on the umich insta account, your boyfriend comes home with new nickname

warnings: slight mention of sex at the end, not proofread

pairing: mark estapa x reader

your eyes slowly opened as a bunch of guys could be hear entering the house. you had fallen asleep shortly after mark left, leaving a little later than the others since he wasn't practicing. you knew they were having their turkey showdown today, so the boys who lived in the house would be extra agitated when they got back.

"dude, im being honest, gavo had the best technic to level the ice." you heard your boyfriend's voice as the group appeared in the doorway of the living room. "hi, babe." the boy added with a smile when his eyes landed on your frame. you yawned strongly, blinking multiple times as you pushed yourself up from your laying position before sending them a wave.

"how was your turkey thing?" you mumbled as all the boys, including some who didn't live here, settled down on the multiple couches. mark sat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder, making you lean your head against his shoulder.

"you weren't on the live?" rutger asked, a frown on his face.

"do i look like i was on the live, rutger." you sassed, hinting at your appearance, and the fact that you had just woken up. your answer made a couple of the guys chuckle, including mark.

"you look like you got ran over." the nebraska native answered with a smirk, and soon a pillow flew his way.

"you look cute, baby." mark mumbled in your ear so only you could hear. you looked up at him, a shy smile on your face.

"papa estapa had a lot of fun." frank said from besides rutger, making all of the guys laugh once again. meanwhile, a look of confusion grew on your face as mark's face turned a bright shade of red.

"papa who now?"

"papa estapa." he repeated, only making all of them laugh even more.

"uhm... do i even wanna know?" you questioned, smiling awkwardly while mark avoided eye contact.

"you'd know if you were on the live."

"rutger, don't make me hit you." you warned him, already tired of the way he was acting.

"someone on the live commented that." mark answered your question, only making all of them laugh even harder.

"lots of girls like your papa estapa, y/n/n." rutger joked, and this time mark was able to stop you before throwing another pillow his way.

"you don't even live here!"

"papa estapa invited me." the blond boy said. he knew he was pushing your buttons, and that mark would give him hell for it the next, but he didn't care. he found the whole situation funny, especially since he was the one who found the comment, and your reaction was making it even better.

"whatever, im going to the bathroom." you mumbled harshly before standing up from your spot and exiting the living room. all of the boy's laughter died down when they saw the look on mark's face, who was staring straight into rutger's soul.

"didn't invite you over so you could be an asshole to my girlfriend, mcgroarty." mark said, his tone firm and strict. it wasn't until then that rutger realized how badly he has messed up. before he had the chance to say anything, mark was following in your footsteps.

when he made it up the stairs, he was the bathroom door wide open, while his was completely closed. he slowly approached it, knocking softly on it.

"baby, it's just me. can i come in?" the boy asked. when he heard you slur out a yes, he quietly entered the bedroom. you were laying in the middle of his bed, blankets thrown over your body so only your head was pecking out. "im sorry 'bout rut."

"don't be. i should've have lost my cool like that. they're all gonna think im a bitch now." you whispered as mark joined you under the warmth of the blankets. your head landed on his chest quickly as his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close.

"you're always a little grumpy when you wake up, especially if you get woken up. rutger knows that, he did it to himself." the room was silent after that, marks eyes slowly starting to close, while yours remained wide open.

"did someone actually call you papa estapa?" you asked, trying your best to hide your giggle. your question made mark's eyes fly open, chuckling lightly when he realized you were smiling against his chest.

"yeah."

"does she know you have a girlfriend?"

"baby, my insta account is pretty much a fan page of you at this point. im sure she knows."

"good. 'cause you're my papa estapa." you answered, pushing yourself off his chest and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

"is that so?" your boyfriend asked with a cocky smirk when the two of you pulled away.

"not in that way, weirdo."

"but i could be."

"im not calling you papa estapa while we're having sex, mark!"

#bri writes #mark estapa #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #umich hockey #umich hockey blurb #umich hockey imagine

[jeongheart]

super shy

summary: he's been receiving these letters for the past year but, he doesn't know your name, does he?

w.c: 7.1k.

tags: friends to lovers, fluff, slice of life.

a.n: this is the longest fic i ever written omg, i've been playing new jeans latest comeback for a few days and this is the result lol. as always, english is not my first language so sorry in advance for any mistakes. leave your thoughts if you liked it, means a lot!

It was there again.

Sitting immaculately on top of his messy folders, the envelope was white without any type of decoration, the owner of the cursive handwriting wouldn't even risk placing a sticker since it could give a clue, even minimal, about who was behind it.

The classroom was almost empty, since recess ended a few minutes ago and the students were still lazily getting up from the grass where they were lying, not wanting to lock themselves in a room again for hours while the day was shining beautifully outside the building.

However, Chan looked around him, narrowing his eyes as he scanned his classmates for the smallest trace of uneasiness as he took the envelope in his hands. But he didn't find any, unless the author had a master's degree in poker face no one around him seemed interested in what he was doing.

After the failed scrutiny, he sat down again with no care on the wooden bench, eager to read what that person had to say today. This excited feeling was new for him, the letters had been arriving about a year ago, right at the beginning of the new semester and at first, Chan found it funny. Surely one of his friends (he bet his life on either Seungmin or Minho, those two were always up to something no matter how much they said they weren't) found it fun to piss him off this year, after all, it has been a long time since his last relationship and sometimes he felt the need of affection, so the "joke" made perfect sense in his head.

He didn't read them the first few months, he just crumpled them up and kept them in a hidden place in his backpack, to let whoever was behind them know that he wasn't interested. But they kept coming even after that vile act against someone's real feelings; and that was when Chan began to question if there really was a person genuinely interested in him, interested enough to send him handwritten letters as if they were living in a classic romance novel. The person had a beautiful vocabulary, and it was clear that they paid attention to details that he didn't even noticed about himself.

The notes weren't very long since they didn't exceed ten lines, but each word was full of admiration and affection. They always reminded him to eat and take care of his health, in addition to telling him day by day one of the qualities why his mysterious person had fallen in love with him. Chan blushed every time he read those reasons, it was no secret (to himself, since he didn't like others to know) that he didn't think very highly of himself; from his point of view there was nothing nice or admirable about his existence. But this person believed just the opposite, and they had made their life's mission to let him know that every day.

Today was no exception, the lined sheets were a pastel color (pink? orange?) and had small animal decorations at the bottom and top (he noticed that these came in "groups", the representative animal of these last ten notes was a smiling giraffe). It was incredibly adorable, and Chan found himself laughing softly every time he took out the contents of the envelope.

'Mondays are always hard! Especially this time of year (can't the professors trust in me and my knowledge of things? I don't see the need for them to take a test).

Anyway, Channie, this weekend I found myself thinking a lot about you, every time I start writing my reasons I feel like I'm going to be left speechless but then I remember that it's not difficult at all to love you. So here is another one:

Your resilience, I greatly admire your ability to always get up no matter how many blows life throws at you. The vast majority of us feel discouraged by the slightest inconvenience, but not you. And that is something incredible.

I hope you have a beautiful start to the week, remember to eat your meals and feel the sun.

Fondly,'

And that's how all the letters ended, the author seemed to hesitate every time they traced the last line, he could feel the uncertainty even on the paper. Chan knew that they were shy and always wondered when they were going to stop being to finally sign with their name and be able to meet that person who stole his heart with every word.

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He was reading the note, hunched over his things, almost shielding the contents of the paper from the prying eyes of anyone who passed by him. You knew he was going to do it (he always did) but you couldn't stop your heart from racing like it was the first time it happened. You watched him from the hallway, hiding behind one of your textbooks while a silly smile appeared on your face, nothing made you happier than making him happy with your words, it's true what people say about "butterflies in the stomach" because that was what you were feeling right now.

His eyes crinkled in the most adorable way possible every time he smiled and from your spot in the hallway you could almost hear the sigh he let out after finishing reading the letter. After scanning his surroundings one last time, Chan placed the paper back into the envelope, and carefully placed it inside his notebook.

"You and your Shakespeare complex again" The sudden voice of your best friend so close made you jump in your place and drop the book you had in your hands. It hit the ground with a dull sound due to the thickness of its contents, and when you picked up the book again you turned around to face the figure of the perpetrator. He just laughed at you and your reaction, which earned him a closed-fist blow directly to his shoulder.

"You deserve it" You didn't even bother to return his reproachful gaze since he clearly felt like fighting, and instead, you returned your focus to Chan's classroom and his figure. He was no longer in his seat and you didn't want to look weird by leaning out the window door to look for him. So you sighed heavily and leaned your body against the wall while closing your eyes.

Until you felt Jeongin's presence come to your side "Are you going to tell him sometime?"

You didn't answer him.

Well, actually you did, with a growl that could mean either 'I'll do it today, stop bothering' or 'not even dead'. However, the blonde wasn't satisfied with your interpretation of an animal as a response and he began poking your ribs with his long fingers, drawing high-pitched sounds of protest from your lips.

"Stop it, Innie" You moved his hands away from your figure and stood firmly looking him in the eyes like a mother who is trying to discipline her misbehaving son. He crossed his arms with a satisfied smile crossing his face with foxlike features and, with a movement of his head, he invited you to speak.

"What do you want me to say? 'Hello Chan! It's me, the person who has been sending you letters like a fifteen-year-old for a year now. I've been in love with you since the moment I saw you at my best friend's house. Do you want to be my boyfriend?" You rolled your eyes tiredly and didn't wait for Jeongin to tell you what he thought, and so you started walking towards your classroom, with an exasperated five foot seven boy following closely behind you.

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You still remembered the first time you'd seen him, and how couldn't you. His presence could illuminate even the darkest corner, and his personality attracted anyone around him.

It was the summer, and you'd gone to Jeongin's house to spend an afternoon together. The air conditioning in your apartment had broken two days ago, and you couldn't stand being in your room for another second, which was already beginning to feel like an industrial oven. When you arrived at your best friend's residence, you weren't surprised by the fact that there were more people than just the two of you. Jeongin was taking singing lessons at a nearby academy and had hit it off with some of his classmates; so while you didn't know them as well as he did, you had the chance to hang out with some of them a couple of times and you could say that they were the funniest guys you'd ever come across. Especially Hyunjin, who seemed to be like a glove with your best friend.

Jeongin's house felt cold, as if winter had come only for the Yang family and, although you shivered with every step you took towards the kitchen where voices could be heard, this felt like paradise compared to the hell you lived in your house (and you even thought it was cooler in hell).

Reaching the kitchen, you heard Hyunjin's melodious voice followed by his nasal, boisterous laughter at a comment Jeongin made. You shook your head laughing inwardly as you pushed the wooden door open to enter the space, the boys turning their heads in your direction as they heard the hinges snapping back into place.

Your best friend gave you his characteristic smile as he got up from his seat on one of the stools in front of the kitchen island to give you a small hug "I thought you weren't coming anymore!"

From Jeongin's shoulder you saw how Hyunjin gave you a smile and a wave, you tried to return the gesture as best you could considering that you were trapped in the arms of a boy who flatly stated that he didn't like hugs. It was getting long in your opinion, so you patted Jeongin on the back, letting him know that yes, you loved him very much, but you were still sticky with sweat from the walk in the sun and you didn't want to make him uncomfortable when he was so cool. When Jeongin let go of you, he opened his palm to introduce you to a person you hadn't seen before, "I hope you don't mind, that's Chan over there. He also goes to our academy, and he goes to university with us! Although he is a year ahead"

You smiled at Jeongin as you walked further into the kitchen to greet the new guest and in front of you stood one of the most attractive men you'd ever seen in your entire life. He wasn't very tall (you could tell even if he was sitting) but his broad shoulders gave him an intimidating presence, his hair looked messy in a swirl of brown curls, and although he was dressed from head to toe in black (you were sure his nails were painted that color too) on his face was a dimpled smile that took your breath away.

From one moment to the next you forgot how to articulate words and you felt like a fish opening and closing its mouth trying to find something to say, but your brain didn't seem to want to work.

You felt a small push on your right shoulder that took your body forward, towards the table, and towards Chan.

"How rude you are" Jeongin rolled his eyes, and although deep down you knew he was doing it to tease you, your cheeks turned red. You felt your tongue heavy in your mouth as the seconds passed and you were unable to utter a single word.

"Leave her alone, Innie. It's pretty hot outside, isn't it?" Chan's deep voice brought you out of your trance and forced you to look him in the eyes. He had a sincere smile on his face and was watching you with raised eyebrows, letting you know that he was going to listen to you when you wanted to respond.

Your heart did a complete turn in your chest, you were surprised in the best of ways at how friendly he was, the vast majority of boys with his attractiveness made that their only personality trait but he was attentive and considerate of all the people around him, even with complete strangers who hadn't stopped looking or saying anything to him in three minutes.

"Yes...yes, it's horrible! And the air conditioning in my house is broken and you can't imagine how hot it is! I feel like I'm going to die one of these days" The words came tumbling out of your mouth, since you hadn't had the time to stop and think about what exactly you wanted to say, and your nerves were playing the worst trick of your entire life.

Chan laughed again (even his laugh was pretty) and he nodded his head, not at all scared or surprised with the lexical vomit you just made.

"It must be like torture, really. You must be tired from the walk under the sun, why don't you sit down for a bit? The boys and I were planning to watch a movie" The brunette softly kicked one of the stools that were stored under the table in your direction.

You nodded shyly and took the seat he offered you, right in front of him. You left your phone on the cold marble of the table and looked around the kitchen for your best friend, you'd been surprised by the fact that he hadn't gotten into the conversation for five minutes and to be honest you desperately needed to focus on something other than Chan's penetrating gaze you felt on your face.

"Innie?" You called out to him with a small shout, loud enough for him to hear you even if he'd gone into the garden.

After a few seconds, your friend's blonde head peeked out of the left door that led to the living room, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "I'm sorry! Since you two were talking, we decided to go prepare things for the movie."

Jeongin paused and looked at you evilly, a look that you knew very well and that didn't give you a good feeling at all "Chan, why don't you prepare something to eat? I bought some snacks today, come when you have everything ready~" And before you could protest, he disappeared from your sight again while laughing and yelling something at Hyunjin.

You immediately tensed up and cursed Jeongin in your mind, how dare he leave you alone with your newfound crush. If he was getting revenge for the time you tried to play matchmaker and failed then he was being very childish, that'd been years ago!

While the insulting thoughts against your best friend and all his ancestors accumulated in your brain, from the corner of your eye you watched as Chan got up from his seat and went to the counter where the mentioned snacks and bowls of colors were located, apparently the prankster you called your best friend had already prepared the trap before you even arrived.

You didn't want to look weirder than you already felt so with your limbs shaking and making even the slightest of movements difficult; you also got up from your seat and slowly approached where Chan was, you stood next to him (close enough for him to know that you were willing to help but far enough not to invade his personal space).

He looked at you briefly and smiled sideways, and didn't say anything as he gently pushed a bowl towards you. The task wasn't very complicated per se, but it did become extremely difficult when the only thing you could focus on were the large, veiny hands of the boy next to you, you hadn't realized how attractive it was to see a man opening packets of potato chips and arranging them in a small container until now.

"Jeongin said we go to the same university, do you study the same as him?" You were startled by the sudden interruption of silence, you turned to look at Chan after finishing preparing the bowl with the nachos.

"Yes, I mean, no. We share some classes because some subjects are correlative in each one's career but I could never do the same as Innie" You smiled shyly and shook your head.

"I study psychology," You finally said and looked at your companion, who had his eyes open and bright like a puppy's (how could it be possible for a person to be incredibly attractive and adorable at the same time? It would have to be illegal), and you wondered what it was that'd amazed him so much, there were millions of other people studying the same thing as you.

Without meaning to, you raised an eyebrow; studying his reaction. He laughed again (it was something he loved to do, apparently) and turned his entire body towards you, resting his left hip against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's incredible, the human mind is fascinating. I understand why you study that, for my part, I wouldn't read everything you have to read even if someone paid me."

You laughed loudly, infecting Chan as well. He was doing so with his whole body, his shoulders were shaking to the rhythm of his giggles and you could notice that, from time to time, a small squeak would appear in the sound of his laughter.

When the laughter died down, you looked at him again as you put the last bag of snacks in the cupboard in front of you.

"Yes, I mean, it's a lot to read but it's like you say. I'm interested in knowing the reason for behavior, and I would like to help people in the future. Mental health is something important" This last part came out in a whisper, you weren't used to revealing the reason for your career choice, most people told you that you should have chosen something that would make you rich in twenty years.

"That's incredible, I admire you a lot" Chan said in a soft voice, and you hadn't realized how close he'd gotten until you noticed the small touch of his fingers on your arm, the color quickly rose to your cheeks again and panic took over you, making you choke up when you spoke.

"Y-yes, thank you... not many think that way" And you moved your body away from his space; maybe a little abruptly but you were sure that if you continued in that position you were going to do or say something ridiculous, you couldn't trust your ability to reason at the moment.

Chan cleared his throat at your reaction and took two bowls in his hands, starting to walk towards the living room. You hadn't realized how loudly the other two boys were talking, were you so immersed in the situation to forget the outside world? Apparently yes.

"Are you done yet? The boys must be waiting" He stopped right in front of the door, waiting for you to take what you'd prepared.

You nodded softly, and after grabbing your preparations, you followed him into the living room.

You don't really remember what happened after that, you assume you watched the movies that the boys had already chosen before you arrived. You also don't remember if you had even paid attention, probably not, because you were very focused on keeping your breathing as normal as you could since unfortunately Hyunjin and Jeongin decided to each sit in an individual chair and by coincidence the only place left to sit was in the two-seat chair that your best friend's grandmother had given to his mother at her wedding, and conveniently Chan sat there too. So as the movie played on the screen, your heart raced with every accidental brush of your arms or legs against Chan's.

The only thing you remember clearly from that moment is that you couldn't help but look at his profile, trying to memorize every detail and every peculiarity of his expressions.

The rest of the summer felt like a haze, every time you made plans with Jeongin you knew Chan was going to be there. And that did nothing to dispel the feelings that were beginning to become more present with every minute you spent in his presence.

You liked him a little too much.

His kind nature and the way he treated everyone made you dizzy every time, but you were too shy to act on your feelings and unfortunately you weren't the only one who thought Chan was a good catch. Every now and then different girls approached him to ask him out, and although he always rejected them; you couldn't help but feel a little insecure about the situation. And there was also the small problem that he confessed to you one night in Hyunjin's garden: his last relationship had been somewhat toxic, and although it ended years ago, he was deeply hurt and didn't feel ready yet to fall for someone again.

That confession left a sour taste in your mouth, so you decided not to actively act on your feelings, you really didn't want to make Chan uncomfortable or force him into something he didn't want to do, let alone ruin the friendship you were building. But something as strong as love cannot be contained, and one sleepless night you found yourself scribbling in your notebook the things you wanted to say to him, the things you liked about him, and how he made you feel when you looked at him.

You weren't thinking when you left the first envelope on his desk, it was a completely impulsive decision that you regretted the moment you left his classroom. But when you turned around to go back and throw the letter into the trash, he already found it.

At first he didn't read them, you knew because you'd overheard when he mentioned it to Hyunjin during an outing the three of you made, Chan believed that one of his friends was playing a prank on him.

And that was the last straw that broke the camel's back, although you told yourself that you weren't going to write anymore letters for the sake of your friendship and your own feelings you had to let him know (even if anonymously) that he was someone worthy of love and that he wasn't what the people in his past made him believe he was.

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Once you arrived at the classroom (miraculously before the professor, you didn't think you could endure another lecture and there were still three more hours before leaving the university) you sat down in your respective seat by the window. The day was really beautiful, and from your place you could see the large patio where the entire student body went to relax between classes, it was your favorite place in the entire building and at this moment you wanted nothing more than to be leaning against a tree feeling the warm sunlight on your face.

"I'm not saying you have to tell him that but don't you think it's been too long already?" Jeongin didn't seem to want to drop the topic for today, he'd gotten up from his seat taking advantage of the fact that there was still no sign of the teacher and sat at your table, almost knocking all the things that were on top of it to the floor. You rested your head on the bench and waved a hand in the air, brushing it off in an attempt to say 'leave me alone already'.

Your best friend snorted exasperatedly, "You really are a special case, you've been in love with him for a year, for God's sake."

At the boy's aggressive tone of voice, you took your head off the table and looked at him with a frown. He looked back at you like he always did: challenging and forcing you to speak for yourself.

"It's not as easy as you say, Jeongin" You spat angrily.

"For all I know, if he finds out, he could throw my stupid letters in the trash and confessing would not only make me look weird but it would also ruin the friendship we have" You lowered your face, feeling a little sad "And the last thing I would like to do is lose him"

Jeongin’s expression softened as he realized the depth of your anxiety, and he reached out to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "I get it, I really do. You don't want to jeopardize what you have but you deserve happiness too, you know? Maybe it's time to take a risk."

“I don’t even think I have a chance” You sighed, feeling defeated.

Jeongin moved closer and lowered his voice conspiratorially, "You may have more possibilities than you think, but sometimes you have to give destiny a little push."

You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words and just as you were about to question him further, the professor made an appearance in the classroom ordering everyone to take their respective seats and apologizing for the delay. Your best friend flashed you a bright smile with his trademark dimples and snuck over to his table, effectively ending the conversation and leaving you wondering what he meant for the rest of the day.

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If Jeongin's plan was for you to not sleep for a week, then he'd achieved it. His words had been spinning through your head like a whirlpool that seemed to have no end. You knew that he'd been friends with the brunette for a longer time than you, but were they close enough that the youngest knew the secrets inside Chan's heart?

Or was he giving you the advice that all friends gave to their other friends desperate to believe in the illusion that the person they like reciprocates their feelings? No, Jeongin wouldn't do that, he was too honest for his own good and besides you'd known each other longer (your mothers said you were born to be friends). So did that mean there really was a chance?

No, of course not, that was ridiculous.

You shook your head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts as you rang the doorbell at Hyunjin's house. Your group had agreed to meet to study and you needed to have a clear mind, the exams were around the corner and you couldn't afford to keep your brain preoccupied thinking about something that would never happen.

The minutes passed slowly as you waited for the homeowner, and while you were thinking about ringing the doorbell again fearing that the boys inside hadn't heard you, the door suddenly opened, and nothing could have prepared you to see the person who has been living rent free in your mind, you knew he would be there, but you didn't expect to face him so quickly.

"Hey, you arrived just in time, Hyunjin's mom just brought us some drinks" Chan was his usual self, with his beautiful smile plastered on his face and his relaxed attitude.

You blinked once, twice, three times before you managed a small forced smile and responded, "Oh, great, thanks," and you stood there in silence, unable to look him in the eyes.

Chan tilted his head in silent question at your attitude, "Is everything okay?"

His concern for your well-being was evident in his voice and he struck a chord in your heart. You looked at him briefly, meeting his gaze for a fleeting moment and nodded, still struggling to find your voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You finally responded, trying to sound casual despite the jumble of emotions inside you.

Chan's friendly demeanor never wavered as he led you into the house, you followed him with a notable distance between your bodies and so when you arrived at the living room where the boys were already seated with open textbooks and a monstrous amount of things to eat you almost ran to sit next to Jeongin, an attitude that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde, who looked at you with his eyebrows raised in a telepathic question.

Meanwhile, Chan didn't take his eyes off you as he sat next to Hyunjin on the couch in front of where you and your best friend were.

The afternoon went by slowly, too slowly for your liking, you'd gone with all the desire to study and get your mind out of the anxiety that was consuming you, but that attempt had been futile.

Although your gaze remained glued to your notes and your blue highlighter (which hadn't highlighted anything in the last hour, you'd read the same paragraph five times without getting a clue of what it was trying to say) you felt how two eyes were burning holes in your figure. The room was suffocatingly silent, and you were sure that your irregular breathing was evident to the entire group; your nerves were so on edge that when your best friend's voice filled the void you almost jumped in your place.

"I'm tired, how about we take a break?"Jeongin raised his arms towards the ceiling, stretching his back and then collapsing gracelessly against the soft cushions of the sofa.

Hyunjin nodded while massaging his neck, stiff after so many hours of looking down at his notes and reading "I thought no one was going to say it, I was going crazy."

Chan didn't say anything, he just closed his notebooks and imitated Jeongin in his relaxed pose against the couch. You felt out of place when the boys started chatting about meaningless things to lighten the atmosphere.

You only nodded when you felt your input was necessary, or laughed when you thought that was the reaction you should have but you didn't speak, because in fact, you weren't sure you were going to say anything coherent or at least make your voice louder than a whisper, so you decided that the best course of action was to stay quiet.

If the boys noticed it, they didn't say anything, and you couldn't be more grateful for it.

"You know" Chan interrupted the laughter of the other two boys after a not-so-funny story told by Hyunjin.

Everyone focused their attention on him, the tone of voice he'd used was more serious than his usual; so serious that it forced you to look up for the first time since the recess began and you found Chan's brown eyes looking directly at you, doing it so intensely that you thought he was staring right into your soul.

You held your breath, but you weren't prepared for what he said next.

"My secret admirer hasn't written to me in a few days" He was still looking at you, but there was something strange hidden in his irises, something you couldn't decipher.

Silence once again took over Hyunjin's living room, and the tension could be cut with a knife, it almost seemed like time had stopped when the brunette pronounced the last syllable. Your mouth felt dry, and your palms began to sweat. The weight of his words floated in the air and a thousand thoughts passed through your mind, each one more disconcerting than the last.

Hyunjin snorted, and looked maliciously at Chan "Maybe they are tired of you."

His mocking comment broke the heavy silence like thunder. Jeongin joined in with a playful smile, taking the opportunity to tease Chan mercilessly. “Maybe your secret admirer found someone else,” he joked, his tone light and teasing, “Or maybe they are just playing hard to get.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, wanting to burst while the boys laughed at Chan's expense while he, in response, rolled his eyes and smiled sarcastically at the jokes that his friends kept saying, he also looked at you from time to time making your discomfort even more evident.

You desperately searched for words to contribute to the conversation, your voice choked by the rising anxiety. But as Jeongin and Hyunjin's playful teasing continued, you remained silent, feeling like a bystander in a conversation that was becoming more cryptic by the second. Chan's gaze never left you, and despite the teasing, there was something in his eyes that betrayed a deeper understanding. His comment felt like a puzzle piece falling into place, yet you couldn't put your finger on what he truly knew.

As the laughter subsided, the room descended into an awkward silence once more, and then Chan finally spoke up, his tone more subdued than before. "Well, whoever it is," he began, his eyes still locked on yours, "I hope they know they've brightened my days with their letters."

The comment hung in the air, carrying a weight that seemed to pull everyone into its gravity. Jeongin and Hyunjin exchanged glances, their playful demeanor suddenly giving way to something more conspiracy.

You, on the other hand, felt an overwhelming mix of emotions. The anxiety that'd been building throughout the day reached a crescendo. You wanted to say something, to respond in some way, but the words caught in your throat.

Hyunjin broke the silence once more, this time with a touch of sincerity in his voice. "Whoever they are," he said, "they must really care about you, man." Jeongin nodded in agreement, and the room seemed to shift, it was a subtle transformation, but one that you couldn't help but notice.

Chan smiled, a genuine one that reached his eyes. "Yeah," he admitted, "They do mean a lot to me."

You desperately needed a moment to collect your thoughts and emotions after that serious conversation, so you mumbled something about getting a drink from the kitchen, excusing yourself with a weak smile and slowly, you retreated from the living room, the voices of the boys fading as you put some distance between you and the group.

In the dimly lit kitchen, you leaned against the countertop, your heart still racing from the tension in the room. The realization that Chan cherished those anonymous letters hit you like a ton of bricks. You'd never imagined how much they meant to him.

Just as you were lost in thought, the sound of footsteps behind you made you jump. You turned to find Chan standing there, a serious yet gentle expression on his face. His presence seemed to fill the room with warmth, and your anxiety ratcheted up another notch.

"Hey," he said softly, "You okay?"

You nodded, unable to form words an he took a step closer, his gaze never left yours.

Chan's brown eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world had frozen around you. You couldn't contain the thoughts racing through your mind any longer. With a trembling voice, you finally asked the question that'd been gnawing at you.

"Do you know who's been sending those letters?"

Chan's expression remained calm, but you could see a glimmer of something in his eyes, a hint of knowing. He didn't answer immediately, instead, he stepped closer, narrowing the distance between you.

His voice was soft as he replied, "I have a feeling I might have a clue."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you searched his face for more hints. What did he mean by 'a clue'? It was clear he was being deliberately vague, and it only added to your curiosity.

"But," he continued, "I'd like to hear it from you. Tell me, do you know who it is?"

You hesitated, the weight of the truth pressing down on you. The walls between you and Chan seemed to dissolve, and the vulnerability in his eyes was mirrored in your own. With a shaky breath, you summoned the courage to speak, your voice quivering with fear and anticipation.

"It's me."

The admission hung in the air, heavy and uncertain. You couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze, your eyes locked on the floor as you waited for his reaction. The seconds felt like hours as you replayed all the letters, and the emotions you'd poured into them.

Chan's silence stretched, and the tension in the room became palpable. Your heart raced, and you feared the worst — rejection, awkwardness, or even laughter.

Then, he reached out, gently lifting your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes. The warmth and kindness in his gaze melted away your fears.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice soft and sincere. "I've cherished every single one."

As tears welled up in your eyes, Chan reached out to gently wipe them away with his thumb. He pulled you into a comforting embrace, holding you close as your emotions overwhelmed you. You couldn't hold back the tears any longer, and they flowed freely as you nestled into his embrace. He whispered soothing words, his voice a balm to your soul, reassuring you that everything would be okay.

After a moment of shared comfort, you pulled away slightly, looking up at him with curiosity. "But how did you know it was me?" you finally asked, your voice still trembling.

Chan smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, a knowing twinkle in his eye, and replied, "I had my suspicions, especially after some of the things you wrote. But what really gave it away was your handwriting."

You blinked in surprise.

Handwriting? You hadn't considered that, no, haven't even thought about it when you started this a year ago, and to be honest you felt a little dumb.

Chan continued, "I recognized your handwriting from a birthday card you gave me a while back. It was similar to the writing in the letters. And then, well, I saw you looking at me during our hangouts, and it all just started to make sense."

You blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. It seemed like you'd left more clues than you thought. But instead of feeling exposed, you felt a strange sense of comfort knowing that he'd noticed your feelings all along.

With a shy smile, you said, "I guess I'm not very good at hiding my feelings, am I?"

Chan chuckled softly. "No, but that's okay. I'm glad you told me."

As you gazed into Chan's eyes, you noticed something change in his expression. The initial surprise and curiosity gave way to a more tender, understanding look. He cupped your face gently, his touch warm and reassuring.

"You know," he began softly, "I've always appreciated those letters. They made me feel special, like someone out there truly understood me. And I never wanted to pressure you into revealing yourself," Chan continued. "I wanted you to do it when you were ready."

"I was just afraid," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "Afraid of what you might think, of how it might change things between us."

Chan's thumb traced small circles on your cheek as he reassured you, "Don't be. This doesn't change how I feel about what we have. If anything, it makes it even more special."

A tear escaped from the corner of your eye, but this time, it wasn't a tear of anxiety or fear. It was a tear of relief, of happiness. You leaned into Chan's touch, and he leaned closer, his eyes locked on yours, and before you knew it, his lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss. The world seemed to melt away as your lips met his, you felt the warmth of his body against yours, and the sensation sent shivers down your spine. His hands cradled your face, holding you gently but firmly, as if he never wanted to let you go.

The taste of his lips was sweet and comforting, like a warm embrace on a cold winter's day, you could feel the steady beat of Chan's heart, matching the rhythm of your own. The world around you disappeared, and there was only the two of you.

And just as you were lost in that sweet moment, the kitchen door burst open, and in walked your friends, their playful banter filling the room while wearing grins so wide they threatened to split their faces. Jeongin couldn't help but tease you, waggling his eyebrows playfully. "Well, well, looks like someone finally got the courage to make a move!"

Hyunjin joined in with a mock-sympathetic tone. "And here we thought we'd have to wait another century for this to happen!"

You blushed furiously, pulling away from Chan who chuckled in amusement, still holding you close. "You guys have impeccable timing," he remarked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Jeongin winked at you, "Hey! We're just glad we won't have to hear you two mooning over each other anymore."

#stray kids fluff #bang chan fluff #bang chan x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz soft thoughts #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz fluff #stray kids x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #bri writes

[twistedtrashposts]

I don't know if I've made a post about this or not and I'm too lazy to scroll through my blog, so fuck it we ball.

What if blot is even more toxic to MC because they don't have any magic in their body to act as a "buffer?" What if it gradually accumulates throughout the story, until at some point it reaches a peak and they get insanely sick?

They feel like shit for a few weeks, having a few moments where their nose runs or they cough something up. But instead of snot or phlegm, it's a dark, inky substance.

They start lashing out when they're feeling at their worst, head spinning while their blood boils. They can't even hear their friends as cruel, undeserved thoughts echo in their mind: a remnant of the trauma held by the boys they'd thus far faced.

"It's not fair."

"Why am I the one who has to go through this?"

"Why won't anybody try to understand?"

They vaguely feel the ink slipping out of their nose, dribbling from their mouth, even now sliding down their face like tears.

"...ct. Prefect? Dude, are you even listening?"

And then it just explodes.

#twisted wonderland #twst #not a shitpost #bri tries to write

[thereyoflights]

Bareback, a Gallavich drabble for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt by @ohkate — Bareback. It’s been a while since I wrote a drabble for these two, and I’m glad to finally be back!

Rated E, 100 words, 1/1 complete

CW: anal sex, barebacking, unsafe sex, creampie, possessiveness

Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

Ian loves barebacking with Mickey.

It isn’t just how overwhelmingly hot and tight Mickey feels when Ian slides into him that he wonders why they ever bothered with condoms. Or that he knows Mickey can feel the difference, too, with the way his back arches, fucking himself on Ian’s cock, moaning like a goddamned virgin. Or, even, how quickly it pulls an orgasm from them both.

No, it’s that Ian knows Mickey’s gonna walk all over Chicago with his spend leaking out of him for hours to come, marking him wholly his.

And, well, Ian loves that more than anything.

#Gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #mickey x ian #shameless us #gallavich smut #gallavich fanfiction #gallavich fic #gallavich fanfic #my fic #bri’s writing #drabble

[forgeofthenine]

I love being able to write and post thousands of words of filthy tiefling smut with relative ease, but writing a single cover letter has me dragging my feet and cringing the entire time because 'what if they think I'm weird'

#i hate cover letters with a passion #just let me hand you my employment history and be done with it #i did write two entire cover letters today though! #bri rambles

[sarcasmsweetie]

Accepting the Bond

“A Better Life” Bonus Scene 

Warnings: this is just... the smuttiest smut I have ever smutted. Friends, when I put the “18+” warning in my bio, it was like it was waiting for this moment. oral (f. receiving), pet names, praise kink, breath play... But also soft and lovey-dovey Azriel that makes my heart flutter. Let me know if I missed anything else!

Azriel x Archeron Sister

Word count: 4.5k

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“The honor is all yours, Lady Archeron.” I narrowed my eyes at Azriel’s cheeky grin, pulling the key he gifted me a year and a half ago from my pocket. As I had promised him, I began getting things sorted in Winter once we started designing our new home. I couldn’t make it out to the mountains in Night that frequently because of the bakery and working on selling my cottage and any other knickknacks I wouldn’t be bringing with me, so I haven’t seen the space since construction first started 8 months ago. I was here when they first poured the foundation, but haven’t been here since. I was involved in the design of the space, as well as picking out some furnishings, but I have not laid eyes on our home until this moment.

I looked at the large, black door with stained glass inlays depicting a reindeer with Velaris’ mountains between the reindeer’s antlers. Azriel had kept the door that belonged to the key a secret for so long, I felt tears forming at the crossover of our two lives. Sniffling a bit, I said quite seriously, “You know that Fenrir can never see this, right? His ego would get so inflated he’d be able to fly everywhere he wants to go for the rest of his life.” Azriel laughed before placing his arm around my shoulders.

“It’s our little secret, then.” Now that he’s made physical contact with me, I could practically feel him buzzing with excitement (or nerves) at the unveiling of our house. Looking up at him with a smile, I turned the key and opened the door.

The house was two stories with high ceilings that dark wooden support beams kept sturdy. Matching hardwood floors covered the space, and a mix of white drywall and stone walls made up the barriers to the rooms. The back exterior wall was made entirely of glass, opening up to the breathtaking views of the mountains. The living room, dining room, and kitchen were an open concept, and all of the bedrooms lined up against the wall of windows on the second floor so that anyone who slept here would wake up to the sight of the sun rising over the mountains. We also made sure we had both a massive home library/office as well as my own piano room. Every room was designed with space in mind to accommodate any number of Illyrians who may be roaming the halls, but ensuring the space did not mean any sense of homey comfort was diminished.

Walking through our home, I felt the air leave my lungs at finally seeing our little sketches come to life. Azriel stepped up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist and rest his chin on the top of my head. “Welcome home, sweetheart. I hope it’s everything you dreamed of.”

I turned in his arms, wrapping my own around his neck and looked into his bright hazel eyes. “It’s so much more than I could have imagined.” With a smile, he kissed my forehead and my eyes closed at the contact.

“There are some little additions the designer added if you want to walk through and see everything.” I pretended to consider his offer, but instead made a counteroffer.

“We could take the time to do that now, but I do have to admit that I am starving.” His eyes darkened and I didn’t bother hiding my grin. “I think a little visit to the kitchen is first on the list, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Now that you mention it, I could have a bite.” I laughed as he scooped me in his arms and made his way into the kitchen. I was temporarily distracted looking out the massive windows as the sky began to turn gorgeous shades of purple and orange with the sun setting.

“I don’t think I will ever tire of this view.” He followed my gaze and smiled as well.

“I look forward to every sunrise and sunset we’ll share for the rest of our lives.” I gently directed his face to meet mine in a brief kiss, sighing at the feel of being completely surrounded by everything that is Azriel. I pulled away with a smile.

“Time to get cooking, yes?” Like a switch flipping, his gaze turned dark all over again and I laughed. He set me down before he took a seat in one of the stools at the breakfast bar. I took a moment to appreciate this gorgeous, spacious kitchen that is mine for the rest of my days, before diving into tonight’s dinner.

I wanted to make something special for tonight, but something that wouldn’t take hours on end, which would only exhaust me when all was said and done. Wanting to outshine my sisters’ meager soup and crackers, I decided on salmon with asparagus and roasted rosemary potatoes. Wanting the final decision to be kept a secret for as long as possible, I trusted the twins to take care of including everything I’d need for tonight when they stocked the kitchen for us earlier today.

Dicing up the potatoes, I glanced up at Azriel. He had been watching me like a hawk as I moved around the kitchen, already feeling like I’ve spent my life up until this point working in it. “Can I get you anything to drink while I work on dinner?” I watched his throat bob as he swallowed, eyes unblinking as he continued to watch me.

“I’ll get myself some water for now.” I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the fully stocked wine rack. Following my gaze, he shook his head. “I don’t want anything to even minutely dull a single sense tonight.” My eyes widened as I began to feel my heart beat significantly faster than it was before, and I turned my gaze back to what I was doing. I highly doubt accidentally cutting a finger off due to distraction would set the right tone for accepting a bond…

With potatoes diced, I seasoned them and the asparagus, placing them in the oven before pulling the salmon filets from the ice box in order to prepare them. Sharp utensils far out of reach, I risked a glance at Az. “What do you think of the house?”

“I think it’s perfect. Even more so now that we’re both here.”

“Did you spend a lot of time here while it was being built?” Az smiled, looking down into his water glass.

“I suppose you could say that. Someone needed to get up into the high ceilings, after all, to paint and install the support beams.” I gaped at him.

“Wait, you actually helped with construction?” Az shrugged, trying to act as if it wasn’t a big deal, but the blush across his cheeks said otherwise. “How much time did you spend here?”

“Every day.” He looked up at me from beneath his eyelashes, and I felt the air leave my lungs. This strong, beautiful male sitting in front of me is so incredibly perfect. “Because of work, some days were simply just passing through to see how everyone was doing. But I otherwise spent the majority of my time here, making sure everything was perfect, not a plank of wood or stone out of place.”

I bit my lip as I turned to place the salmon in the oven along with the vegetables, tapping my fingers on the counter. “Cook faster, cook faster…” I continued muttering under my breath. I heard him laugh, but paid him no mind. I need this bond to be accepted pronto because the confessions from this male are doing things to me, and I don’t think I can wait if he keeps it up.

Opening the oven door, I found the potatoes and asparagus were ready, but that the salmon needed a couple of more minutes. Taking the two dishes out, I took the time to plate them while waiting for the salmon to finish. Once everything was ready, I took a deep breath and turned to Azriel. He was back to watching me like a hawk as I approached him, setting the plate down in front of him. “I hope you enjoy.”

He continued watching, waiting as I took the first bite of a potato before diving straight into the salmon. Neither of us broke eye contact as we continued eating in silence. I wasn’t sure if what I was feeling was anticipation for what follows the meal, or if this was the bond settling in place. Either way, it was an almost pleasant pressure in my chest, nearly making me lightheaded. He was eating much quicker than me, and I felt myself become a little bit more breathless the closer he got to clearing his plate.

The moment he swallowed his last bite, I dropped my fork and moved around the counter. He remained seated, but pushed his stool back. I think he anticipated that I would step between his legs, but not wanting any more distance between us, I straddled him, weaving my fingers through the ends of his hair behind his neck. He shuddered at the sensation, eyes closing slightly before shooting back open when I tugged the hair gently.

“I’ve cooked you a meal, I served it to you, and you ate every crumb. What’s next in accepting this bond of ours?” His hands gripped my waist, tugging me against a hardness growing in his pants. I bit back a groan at the thought and he grinned.

“Now? I take you on every surface of this house.” I gasped before his lips crashed against my own. Feeling a frenzy take over, I tightened my grip in his hair in order to pull myself even closer to him. He groaned as I ground against him, feeling like I already lost complete control over my actions and senses. I felt his shadows slide along my body before the weightlessness of winnowing startled me.

When I opened my eyes, we were in our new bedroom. I was still straddling him as he sat on the edge of a ginormous bed. I felt his hands tighten, and I pulled back. “Wait.” He tensed, even holding his own breath, as if I wanted to put a stop to everything. In an attempt to calm him down, I traced my hand along his cheek. “It’s my turn to offer a gift to you.” His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Y/N, you’ve already given me the greatest gift – “ I raised a hand to stop him. My other hand pulled a scrap of black lace from my pocket, and I tied it around my neck. The hazel in his eyes was completely gone as he watched me. Once it was secure, I raised both hands above my head.

“Would you like to unwrap your present?” I internally cringed, wishing I thought of something more clever, but clearly the action meant more than the words if his grin was anything go by. He quickly removed my sweater, showcasing the majority of the black and cobalt lacy teddy lingerie I wore beneath my clothes, the black lace matching that of the choker I just tied on while the cobalt matched his siphons. He growled from deep within his chest, flipping me onto the bed so he could quickly remove my pants.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he silently looked me over, noting every dip and curve of my body. Before I could begin to feel self-conscious given how long he stared at me, shadows began trailing up my body, starting at my ankles and moving upwards. I shivered at the sensation before realizing some of the shadows remained at my ankles, and the rest moved up to my wrists. Spreading my legs and pinning my hands above my head, I began panting as I watched him slowly sink to his knees. Ever so gently, his fingers traced shapes along my thighs, causing my muscles to tense at the feeling. He began kissing a trail from the inside of my knee upwards and I gasped at the feeling of him sinking his teeth into my upper thigh.

“So beautiful. So unbelievably beautiful.” He recreated the path he took on one leg on the other, ending by sinking his teeth into my other thigh and I moaned. With his mouth still attached to my leg, I felt him smirk. “Did you like that, bunny?” His teeth grazed my skin, causing a smaller moan to escape. “Do you like knowing that I’m marking you, making it clear to every other male in existence that you are mine and mine alone?” I closed my eyes at his words, my panting growing. The shadows tightened their grip on me, causing me to look down at him between my thighs. He had an eyebrow raised. “I asked you a question, bunny.” I moaned at his tone, getting the sense that I won’t survive a night with him, but finding I didn’t really care.

“I love knowing that when the world looks at me, all they’ll see is proof that I belong to you.” When did my voice get so breathy? He groaned at my response, placing gentle kisses around the marks he’s left.

“Will you be a good girl and let me finish opening the rest of my present?” His nose gently grazed where I needed him most, and I clenched around nothing.

“Please,” I gasped as his nose continuously brushed over my clit. “Please unwrap the rest of your gift. It’s just for you, only you.” His hands moved from my thighs to my waist, gently grazing over the lace. I bit my lip as his hands continued to wander.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” As I met his gaze, his hands made quick work of tearing the fabric apart. I arched my back against the sensation, and he groaned at my newly unveiled skin. He quickly put his mouth on my hips, alternating between kisses and nibbles as he removed the remaining fabric from my body. “So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he murmured between kisses. He moved from one hip bone to the other, lips gently trailing against my lower stomach at the movement, and I tensed as his chin grazed the top of my mound in the process.

I began squirming under his teasing mouth. I pushed against the restraining shadows, wanting nothing more than to guide his head where I so desperately need him. “Please, Az. I promise you can tease me another time, I swear it, but I need you – “ I was cutoff by a gasp as his tongue swiped up along my slit, circling my clit ever so gently. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I raised my hips as high as they could go out of instinct, and his hands pushed them back down and kept a hold on them to pin me further into place.

“Such good manners, bunny. And you best believe I’m going to take you up on that promise later.” Before I could respond, he pressed forward to continue licking up my folds, groaning at the taste. All teasing was gone as he licked, sucked, and flicked around my cunt like I was the offered meal and not his earlier dinner. I felt myself beginning to clench and as if he felt it as well, he pushed one finger inside me, and I let out a low string of moans at the sensation. I continued to try to buck my hips against him, wanting him to somehow be even closer to me. He added a second finger, stretching me more than my own fingers ever could and I cried out. With each pulse of his finger and each flick of his tongue, I felt myself coming closer and closer to a release, and I just knew it would be one to break me.

“Az, please, I’m so close,” I whispered. He let the shadows around my wrists go, and my hands immediately found purchase in his hair. I pulled onto his hair and his groans caused enough vibrations to finally push me over the edge. My legs tried to close around his head, and I instead used my hands to hold him against me as I screamed out his name. I felt like I could float away, but his small kitten licks to my clit jolted me back into the moment. I tried to push him away, but only managed to redirect him back to my thighs, where he continued to kiss and nibble the skin while I continued to come back down to earth.

I glanced down to see he was watching me, cheeks flushed as he spread some of my wetness across my thighs with his kisses. “You are absolutely divine, Y/N. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of? You shattered them by being infinitely better. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Remembering how he seems to like it when I pull his hair, I tugged it slightly and smirked when a groan escaped his lips.

“Good thing I’m here for the taking, Shadowsinger.” I watched his eyes flare, and the shadows quickly came back to pin my arms back to where they were before. He stood and stepped back, looking over me with a glint in his eye. With a nod of his head, a small shadow broke away from the large one holding an arm in place, and moved to rubbing ghostly circles over my clit. I gasped, arching my back in surprise, and trying to keep my eyes open on my devilish mate.

“Cauldron, you’re so perfect. Knowing to keep your eyes open without me needing to ask again. Such a good bunny.” I moaned at his words paired with the shadow toying with me. Almost as if in reward, he began stripping himself of his own clothes, quickly removing his shirt and undoing the laces on his trousers. He had been in casual clothes today, no need for Illyrian leathers, so the removal of his clothes was swift.

My gaze darkened as I looked over his strong frame, feeling an intense urge to kiss every scar that littered his body, but feeling an ever stronger urge to wrap my lips around his lengthy cock. As if reading my thoughts, I watched him twitch and I groaned at the thought of it laying heavy on my tongue. I licked my lips, bringing my gaze back to his face. He walked towards me slowly, almost as if a predator. “Never stop looking at me like that, bunny.”

“Like what?” He pressed a knee on the bed beside me.

“Like you want to completely devour me.” He moved me higher up on the bed so that my legs weren’t dangling over the side of it, and the shadows locked my limbs back in place. I whimpered as his fingers traced the upper part of my body, every part of me he has yet to explore. While he briefly teased the sides of my torso, his hands quickly moved to my breasts, where he flicked, pinched and soothed my nipples. I cried out in pleasure, only being quieted when his own mouth slotted over mine. I tasted myself on his lips, and my hips jerked in response.

As his tongue explored my mouth, he placed a knee between my legs, and I immediately began rutting against him. He chuckled, though that turned into a groan when I bit his lower lip. He moved his lips along my jaw and neck, biting and marking every bit of available skin as if he were trying to brand me with his own version of a choker necklace. He flexed his thigh against my rutting and I cried out his name.

“Please, Az. I need you.” He looked into my eyes before releasing all of the shadows holding me down. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to bring him closer to me while I let my fingers trace the muscles of his arms that were holding him above me. “I need my mate inside of me.” He kissed me again, almost frenzied, as he moved my legs up to push them between our chests. I shivered as I felt him line himself up with my entrance, and we both groaned at the feeling of him slowly sinking into me.

Each time I tightened around him, he groaned into my neck, tightening his hold along my thighs. I was certain I’d have Azriel-shaped handprints there in the morning, and I clenched at the thought. “Y/N, you’re killing me here. Cauldron, you’re so tight, you’re so perfect. Let me fill you up, yeah? Please?” I moved my hands to his hips and pulled him the rest of the way in. He bit into the junction of my neck and shoulder as he adjusted and I continued clenching around him at the sensation of him finally being inside me.

“So full. Gods, you make me so full Az.” He pulled back from my neck to look at me. He kept one hand braced by my head, but his other pulled back to trace the patterns of the lace of the necklace.

“You’ll let me know if anything is too much, right?” I nodded, not fully processing what he was saying as his hips began making small circular movements while he was still fully seated inside me. “That’s my good girl.” Next thing I know, his hand circles around my throat, gently tightening around it. He didn’t completely cutoff my airway, but it was just tight enough to prove he’s in control of how much air I get and when. He began thrusting his hips in time with tightening his hand, and almost immediately, my eyes rolled to the back of my head at the sensation.

I moved my hands to his back, nails scratching at the skin just beneath his wings while he rocked into me. His grip at my neck tightened slightly when I brushed the base of his wings, but loosened his grip completely as I continued to stroke the sensitive joint. He groaned as he dropped his head into the crook of my neck, slamming harder into me with each pass of my finger along his wings. “Fuck, don’t stop doing that.” Almost as if he wants me to understand what he’s feeling, he moved the hand that was around my neck to my clit, mimicking my same movements along his wings. I cried out and arched my back, tightening around him as his actions immediately brought on another climax. “Yes, Y/N, fuck you’re taking me so well, such a good girl,” he continued to mutter into my ear, and his words only encouraged my orgasm to either extend into one long one, or caused me to dive straight into another.

Tears started to form at the intensity of everything I was feeling, and as he reached his own climax, I truly felt the bond in my chest. Open to everything we were feeling, I felt his pleasure, gratitude, love, and so much more for me as he groaned, indicating he was feeling what I was in the moment.

Not wanting to collapse on top of me, I felt him bring his wings in before rolling us so that I laid on top of him. I rested my head on his chest, hearing and feeling his beating heart, as we each took a moment to catch our breath. He was still inside me, and the feeling made me twitch a little, causing him to groan and tighten his grip on my hips, almost as if in warning. I giggled at his reaction, choosing to gently kiss every bit of his chest I could reach while lying here. His arms wrapped around my waist completely like a hug, and I lifted my head so I could look at him. Resting my chin on my stacked hands, I smiled at him.

“Hi.” He smiled back, his skin still flushed and eyes half-lidded. If I had Feyre’s ability to paint, I would paint this moment in a heartbeat, never wanting to forget the look of utter happiness and calm on his features.

“Hello there.” I moved one of my hands to trace his face, and he turned his head slightly to kiss my palm. That small little action had my heart beating all over again, and if sensing it, he sent me a wolfish grin. I laughed fully at him, and he joined in with a chuckle. I leaned forward to softly claim his lips with my own, smiles still in place for both of us.

“You’re incredible.”

“I love you.”

We spoke at the same time, but he pulled back, eyes wide as he looked over me. I kept my small smile in place, knowing he’s trying to look for any semblance of doubt or uncertainty. I felt an odd tugging sensation in my chest, and realized it was coming from him, as if he were sorting through what I was feeling, so I pushed every bit of love and adoration I felt for him down the bond and I swear the male stopped breathing.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.” My smile brightened, matching his own.

“I love you, Azriel.” His hands grabbed my face in order to pull me into a breathtaking kiss, where we continued to smile brightly, essentially making the kiss incredibly messy and almost certainly incredibly difficult.

“I love you. So much, Y/N. You’re my everything, my equal, my mate. My beautiful, wonderful mate who I will love and devote my entire being to for all of eternity.” To hide the fact that the bastard started to make me cry, I leaned forward to capture his lips in another kiss. Feeling his love paired with my own through the bond was almost overwhelming, until I began to feel a trickle of his lust feed down the bond. In response, I squeezed his still-hard cock that was still inside me, and he groaned. He planted his feet into the mattress, and I sat up to look over the most gorgeous male that I still cannot believe is mine for all time.

Once I was seated, he gave a quick thrust up into me. I placed my hands onto his shoulders for balance as he looked up to me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Oh, bunny. I hope you’re ready for a long night.”

I began to move hips over him in small figure eight motions and he jerked up. “I believe I was promised to be fucked on every surface of this house, no?” He sat up as well, wings flaring out and I grinned at the sight.

“What my mate wants…” he trailed off so that he could continue nibbling along the marks he’s already made on my neck.

“My mate gets,” I finished for him. I laughed as I felt him winnow us somewhere else in the house, not even knowing where we’d end up, but finding that so long as I had him, I didn’t care.

#azriel x reader #azriel smut #acotar #acotar smut #bri's writing #a better life #bonus scene

[riabriyn]

⊹ ࣪ ˖—Soft Izana Bf hcs !

genre: fluff + strangers to lovers

(This is based on my own opinion ! Not spoiler free)

- A little look into the backstory

- You both met in the pet store when Izana was buying some food for his fish while you were, well... Attempting to steal the hamsters.

- You thought he was cute so you decided just to go over to him and ask for his number.

- You didn't expect he would give it but he did

- You both had started messaging each other for a couple days then, and then Izana asked you on a date.

- At first, He was sort of cold during the first couple months of your situation-ship sort of distancing himself from you

- This was because he was scared to get so attached to someone who might leave him because of his past

- When he did open up to you though, you hugged him and snuggled with him all day assuring him you would always be there to support him no matter what

- Then one thing led to the other then you both got together<3

- Now to the fun part !

- You and Izana have plants scattered all over your apartment.

- You have 2 Betta fishies named Shin and Emma.

- Izana loves playing the guitar for you

- Occasionally you guys have to sing-a-longs.

- Izana hates to admit this but he Loves being a little spoon.

- Considering his past he's very touched starved and clingy.

- So whenever you're out he always has to hold you in some way, whether it be his arm wrapped around your waist, or him holding your hands, pinkies linked, etc.

- Is a light sleeper.

-its probably because He’s used to being on the lookout for danger always.

- a slight movement away from him, he'll wake up and pull you back to him snuggling you tightly.

- He's really good at cooking.

- Whenever he wakes up before you (which is most of the time) he would cook up some delicious breakfast for you<3

- He love love loves to spoil you.

- Considering his job he's very wealthy.

- (In the final timeskip Tenjiku was reformed to an organization that aided orphans, and managed to reach worldwide influence and recognition, so he’s like Rich rich)

- He's like your walking wallet.

- Whatever you like he’ll go ahead and buy it.

- Despite many many protests against him buying whatever you want, he doesn't care. You deserve nothing but the best<3

- Very very very competitive in absolutely everything

- Never holds back during game night

- Wins almost every single game

- Except one, Which is just dance.

- The great and Almighty Izana Kurokawa DOES NOT know how to dance.

- Though it's quite funny and adorable trying his best to beat you at just dance.

- You love gloating after you defeat him.

- But being the petty bf he is he reminds you that he has won all the other games and cockily tells you he'll win next time

- HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR.

- Especially when you do tiny braids on it.

- Scolds you when you take his clothes

- But he secretly finds you adorable when you walk around in clothes.

- He's not the best at expressing his feelings but he never fails to let you know that he loves you very much

- Despite how Izana is described; selfish, cruel, and careless. It doesn't matter to you because you love him and he loves you<3

Dedicated to: @sanb3rry

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<;3

#bri; writes ! #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x reader #izana kurokawa #izana sano #izana imagines #tokyo revengers izana #izana headcanons #izana x reader #tokyo revengers shinichiro #izana x you #izana x y/n

[lastbuckshot]

Long Road Ahead

Words: 1.2k

Rating: M

Pairing: Adam Cole/Hangman Adam Page

“You sure about this? It’s your rodeo.” 

Hangman’s legs dangled over the bed, the soft sound of denim rubbing against cotton sheets being the only thing keeping complete silence at bay. Thumb over thumb, twirling over themselves in infinite fashion; teeth picking and pulling at his delicate, reddened lips, and his eyes fixated on the leather boots that barely grazed the carpet of their hotel room. 

“We don’t have to.” 

Hangman sighed deeply, then groaned loudly, using both of his hands to drag his fingers up his face and through his golden curls. 

“No, I want to. Just...” 

He paused and finally met the eyes of the ghost who tormented him. 

“Why me?” 

His partner smiled. A couple of fingers trailed through Hangman’s scalp and behind his ear. A shudder rippled up his spine as the finger trailed further down the outline of his jaw, and just below his chin. His partner’s breath tickled his hear the closer he leaned in, slowly, the grip on his chin firmer with every inch of distance that closed between them. With a slow, hungry lick of his lips, his partner began to speak. 

“Why not?” 

The hand that had been gripping Hangman’s chin began to wander. First to Hangman’s neck, where his fingertips lingered for a moment over the rhythmic thump of his jugular, then onwards down his chest to the pattering of his heart.  

The cowboy could feel the scruff of Adam’s beard raking against his neck, and shuddered at the flick of his tongue lapping at his throat. Adam’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as a moan escaped Hangman’s lips. He tugged up at his lover’s shirt, stark white with pink roses, tucked neatly into his jeans. 

As Adam snaked his fingers around his hips to ease his belt out of their loops, Hangman’s head tilted back, and out of his mouth came a deep exhale.  

“Adam...” 

He felt his blood pumping and his muscles pulsating each time Adam’s fingers drew nearer to the sun, and as Icarus once did, Adam continued with the confidence of his inevitability. 

“You ready, blondie?” 

Hangman’s body shivered as Adam’s lips grazed the lobe of his ear. He closed his eyes and offered himself to his beloved like an altar of prayer. 

“’Cause here I come.” 

Adam’s hand snaked its way past the hem of his jeans and squeezed. Like a bolt of lightning, Hangman jolted, his eyes snapped wide open. Momentarily blinded by a pair of LED headlights beaming through the back window, he groggily rubbed his eyes. Shifting in his seat, he felt an uncomfortable wetness below his waist and sighed deeply. 

“Sorry,” a voice spoke sheepishly from the driver’s seat. “This guy’s on my ass. Didn’t mean to wake you up.” 

Hangman squeezed the bridge of his nose and rubbed his hands down his face. He glanced down again to check himself quickly, and could see a wet stain beginning to creep up his tie-dye tank top. 

“Fuck.” he murmured. 

“I know,” Adam replied. “Tough break, right? Can’t even nap in peace around here.” 

The pair drove onwards in a bit of comfortable discomfort for a couple of minutes, the tires of their rented sedan treading asphalt toward their hotel. 

“You have any good dreams?” 

Hangman stared idly out of his passenger side window. They were on a bridge now, and he watched as the city lights below streamed into and around each other like little figurines. 

“How’d you know I was dreamin’?” Hangman asked, lifting his head to catch Adam’s glance. 

Adam simply smiled, and quickly put his eyes back on the road. 

“Oh, you were talking in your sleep. I just assumed.” 

“What’d I say?” 

Adam twisted his mouth and tilted his head indecisively as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. 

“Maybe ‘talking’ was a bad word. You were making a lot of noises.” 

A pause. 

“You said ‘Adam’, I think. It might’ve been something else.” 

Hangman shifted in his seat at the sensation of a twitch below his waist. 

“Huh. Don’t really remember any of that.” 

His tone was falsely lackadaisical. 

“Don’t you hate that?” 

“Yeah...” Hangman sighed. “Some dreams you’d rather forget sometimes, though. Like those bullshit dreams where you’re runnin’ but can’t get anywhere? Or when you feel like you’re fallin’? Fuck those, man.” 

Adam’s laughter filled the car, and Hangman smiled at him. His laugh lines. The little crow’s feet. The bouncing of his Adam's apple as he chuckled. His neck. His beard. The grip of his hands on the steering wheel. His everything. 

Twitch. 

Hangman’s smile faded, and he shifted again in his seat, staring blankly ahead, his hands placed purposefully in his lap. 

The rest of the car ride was the standard fare. The low hum of the radio bopping the latest tunes that both of them had heard, but didn’t quite know. The private witching of reckless drivers that swerved between lanes and cut them off. 

It was useless, this dance they were doing. That’s all they ever did. Dance around each other.  

Hangman struggled mightily to articulate what he was feeling. Lust, definitely. Infatuation, probably. Love. Maybe. 

Love. It was a funny word to him. He loved how it felt when they worked together. He loved how it felt when they fought. He loved when they sat in this god-forsaken hell on wheels and talked about nothing, and he loved that they could sit in silence together.  

More than any of those, he hated how he’d felt when they were apart. 

Oh, how he hated that. 

And now that they were together? 

He hated that all those feelings were trapped in his throat like a caged, rabid animal. Ripping itself apart from the inside. 

He could have him if he just said it. 

Or just lose him forever. 

Part of him wished he’d never come back. It would’ve been easier. 

The other part of him hated himself for ever thinking that. 

The pair sat paused at a red light that illuminated the air around them. 

“Adam?” 

Whisps of his long brown hair framed his face, and the rest sat atop his head in a messily construed bun. His baby blues glowed brighter than any traffic light ever could. Enough to illuminate the soul. 

“Mmhmm?” 

Hangman sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead. Dread loomed over his shoulder. 

“I love you, man.” 

Adam’s smile was undeniable. As was the lump growing in Hangman’s throat, and the tears welling behind his eyes. He looked away, concealing a sniffle with a cough to clear his throat. 

“Just wanted to tell you that.” 

Hangman had long looked away, and struggled to look at anything but Adam. At the light. At the cars beside and in front of them. At the radio station. At anything. But he felt that Adam’s eyes had never left him, and that his smile hadn’t faded since the words left his lips. 

“I love you, too. Thank you.” 

With the changing of the traffic light from red to green, all the words they wanted to say (but couldn’t yet bare to) were left behind. Hangman turned up the radio and pulled the lever at his side to lean his seat back further. With his arms crossed over his chest, he closed his eyes, and allowed the hum of the engine and the presence of his beloved lull him back to sleep. 

#bri's writing #eyes emoji

[bbrissonn]

𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 - 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢

summary: in which no matter how much you tried, you were never good enough for him and you decide it was time for things to get messy within the hockey team

disclaimer: english is not my first language and this is not proofread so please excuse any errors and if any words are missing add them in your head :) also this is a work of fiction, this doesn’t reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn’t how i imagine them acting 

warnings: angst, swearing , not proofread  

pairing: luca fantili x reader

wc: 5.4k (including lyrics)

a/n: i gave some guys on the team a girlfriend, completely random name so don't go trying to find them lol

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I am light as a feather, I’m as stiff as a board

I pay attention to things that most people ignore

And I’m alright with the movies

That make jokes ‘bout senseless cruelty, that’s for sure

And I am built like a mother and a total machine

I feel for your every little issues, I know just what you mean

And I make light of the darkness

I’ve got sun in my motherfuckin’ pocket, best believe

Yeah, you know me, I

You tried, you really did. You took note of every little things he’d mention, hoping that it would be useful in the long run, hoping he’d noticed how much you cared about him. You waited and waited and waited, but it never happened. All the efforts you made to be the perfect girlfriend for him always went unnoticed, brushed to the side. 

You always made sure you looked your best whenever you’d go to his game, wanting to fit the role of the stereotype hockey girlfriend, even though you were far from it. Your body wasn’t as slim and fit as the others and you didn’t have a model like face, but Luca always though you were perfect. You didn’t believe most of time, there were hundreds of girl, prettier girls, that would jump at the occasion to be his girlfriend, so why had he chosen you? 

You went to every single home game, even if it’d meant you’d have to stay up late to do homework, you even went to the games at Michigan State. You were always there to support him, but he was never there for you. You knew it was hard for him to always be free, not having access to his phone for a solid three hours during the afternoon, and when he’d get back to his dorm, he’d fall asleep right away. You never really saw him much during the days, with him having all his classes in the morning, while yours were mainly in the afternoon, nights were the only time you could see each other. 

Even when you spent time together, it was rarely alone. He was close to all his teammates and apparently spending all afternoon together wasn’t enough for them and they always needed to spend their nights together. You two barely ever got alone time, but you tried not to think about it too much since Luca was always more focused on you than his teammates sprawled around his shared dorm room. 

His teammates liked you, you were nice to all of them the moment you met them and they could see how much Luca liked you. Some of them didn’t really understand what he saw in you, something you wish you didn’t know as you overheard them one night during a get together at the senior house. 

You had been outside for a while now, talking to your mom on the phone as you walked around the small backyard of the senior house. Luca was with you for the first couple of minutes of your call, talking to your mom a bit before heading back inside and letting you have alone time with her. As you started making your way back to the backdoor, you saw a couple of figures standing there, nothing unsual. You were planning on just walking past them, smiling at them and letting them go along with their conversation until you heard your name. 

“Wait, who are we talking about again?” Dylan asked the others, before taking a sip of his beer. 

“Y/n.” You heard Johnny answer, and you stopped dead in your tracks. You knew you shouldn’t, it was wrong, but you couldn’t help it. They couldn’t see you since you were on the side of the porch, and no lights were they, you were like a ghost. 

“Oh, yeah, totally agree with you man. Don’t get me wrong, she’d nice and all, but like she barely ever talks.” The Duke boy said, making a couple other guys agree with him. 

“Exactly, what does he even see in her, anyways?” One of them said, making your smile drop. 

“She’s just shy, doesn’t like big groups, that’s all. Once you get to know her, she’s always talking, it’s great ‘cause Luca leaves me alone now. She’s makes him happy, that’s all the really matters.” You recognized Adam say, making your smile grow a little. Over the last six months, you had grown quite close to your boyfriend’s little brother, and hearing him defend you warmed your heart. 

“Dude, all we’re saying is he could do better.” 

“Whatever, I’m going back inside.” Adam said, and soon you heard the door open and all the figures disappeared. You stood there for a while, thinking about everything that you had heard. Your feelings being hurt a little before shaking it all off and walking back inside, quickly finding your boyfriend, who was standing with his brother. 

You never told Luca, or any of them that you had heard their conversation. You knew Luca would get mad at his teammates, and that was the last thing you wanted. You did realize that after that night, Adam started being even nicer to you, always telling you how happy you made your brother, and how thankful he was that you were the one making him this happy. He truly felt like your own little brother in a way.

But something in you changed that day, whenever you’d be having the smallest interaction with any of them, there would always be a voice in the back of your mind reminding you of that conversation. So, you didn’t make much effort to become good friends with any of them, clearly most of you didn’t even think you should be dating their teammate so why would they want to be friends with you? 

Luca wasn’t exactly happy that you weren’t that close to anyone, but you were with Adam, so he considered it a win. He always reminded himself that just because his teammates were his best friend didn’t mean they had to be yours too, he just happy none of them hated you. 

As time went by, you’d now notice some of the weird looks his teammates would give themselves whenever you’d hug Luca after their game, or when you’d be with him at a party and his arms was always around you. But you didn’t let it bother you, you were happy in your relationship, you didn’t need the opinion of other’s, and honestly, they didn’t really have a right to be judging two people for being in love with one another. 

You didn’t know whether or not your boyfriend knew about how some of his best friends felt about your relationship, but you really hoped he didn’t. If he did, it would break you, that he knew what his friends were saying and thinking, but didn’t defend you like his brother had, or that he hadn’t told you about it. 

That all changed one cold night in February.

You were currently standing outside of the Yost arena, Luca had texted you barely minutes before telling you to go wait outside for him. You didn’t really understand why, considering how cold it was, but you did anyways. No one else was around, all the spectators had left almost an hour ago, and all the other girlfriends were waiting inside, in the warmth of the arena. 

“Hey.” You heard your boyfriends voice, making you turn around with a bright smile. 

“Hi, baby. You played amazing!” You told him, rushing over to his warm body and hiding in his arms. The boy chuckled a bit before wrapping his arms around you. 

“I need to talk to you about something.” He mumbled after a couple of seconds, making you pull away from his body. Your hands reached down to his arms, that had fallen from your shoulders, your mittens covered hands holding his bare ones. 

“What’s up, loves?” You asked, only to be met with a sigh from him. Your smile dropped right away, what was going on? 

“I need you to know that I am sorry, okay?” You nodded slightly, confused as to why he was saying that. “I think it’d be better if we weren’t together anymore.”

“What?” 

“I just- I need to focus on hockey, and school.” 

“Oh.” You whispered, your hands letting go of his and falling next to your body. A heavy sigh left your mouth as you tried your hardest not to cry. “O-okay.” 

“So, we’re good?” His question broke you. Not you weren’t, you were far from good. The boy you had fallen in love with in early September had just broken up with you, how were you supposed to be okay with that?

“We’re good.” You lied. Luca smile brightly before giving you and small hug, and before you knew it, he was gone. You were left all alone outside in the freezing cold as he headed back to his friends, ready to enjoy their night, while you were left heartbroken. 

Maybe his friends were right after all…

Forgive and I forget

I know my age and I act like it

Got what you can’t resist

I’m a perfect all-American

The next week was hell, everywhere you went, you’d see one of his teammates. It was like they had all mutually agreed to just be everywhere you were, follow you around just to make you remember every single second of every day that your relationship with Luca was over. 

But clearly he hadn’t even told him, the text from Adam asking if you two had gotten into a fight since you hadn’t been to their dorm in a couple of days, and Luca was talking about everything but you. Your feelings were hurt a little, that he wasn’t even acting like your break-up fazed him at all, like everything in his life was perfect. It hurt even more that you had to be the one to break to news to his brother, scared that Adam would choose to break off all links of communication the two of you had. 

Luckily for you, he didn’t, if anything, to him it just gave you an extra reason to become even closer to him. He knew how much you loved his brother and how much Luca loved you, so he truly didn’t understand why his older brother had done it in the first place. Just because you and Luca weren’t together anymore, didn’t mean you had to lose him too, were his exact words. You knew in that moment that you had a real friend in Adam, one that you wanted to keep for the rest of your life. 

You hadn’t gone to any hockey game after that, no matter how much Adam begged, you weren’t ready to go back to the place where your relationship ended. But when the team had made it to the semi-finals of the big ten championship, facing off again Ohio State, you knew you had to be there. Even though you weren’t physically at the games, you were still watching from home, your heart dropping every time Luca’s name would be mentioned. 

Being back felt weird, it was a place you had grown so fond off, watching your boyfriend and your so-called friends play the sports they love with each other, befriending all the other girlfriends, it was truly special. But it was so different now, you felt like you didn’t belong here anymore. Adam had tried to convince you to seat in the same seat Luca always had for you, but you didn’t want to, not wanting to face all the other girlfriends yet. 

You came with your best friends, so you wouldn’t be alone, and made sure to be near the back rows, you knew the boys always liked to spot people in the crowds, and you didn’t want them to know you were here. You had made Adam promise not to tell anyone you were here, and that you’d wait for him after the game in your car all the way at the end of the parking lot. He was the only one on the team you wanted to see tonight, you came here for him and only him, and because your best friends wouldn’t shut up about going. 

Unknown to you, Luca had spotted you the minute he stepped onto the ice. He hated to admit it, but his eyes still searched for you in the crowd, only he was always met with disappointment when he would not find you. Tonight was different, you were here. Part of him felt like he should be happy you were, or even sad, seeing as it was the first he’d seen you since the break-up. But he wasn’t, no he was angry. Why? He didn’t know. 

After the game ended, with Adam getting two goals and two assists, your friends had gone home right away, tired from all the yelling they had done during the night. So, you waited alone in your car, making sure to park right under a street light so Adam could spot you easily, and so you could see if any weirdos were approaching. 

Luca had left before his brother, Johnny and Gavin walking next to him as they walked out of Yost, and that’s when he saw your car. He knew he should’ve just ignored it, kept walking home, but he couldn’t. He knew you were here for his brother and him only, Adam had told him after Luca corned him after the warm ups. The right thing was to just leave you alone, pretend he didn’t see you, but his legs were moving faster than his brain was. 

The loud knock on your window made you jump, yelping at bit at the sound. You looked to your left, only to be met with an angry Luca. You bit your lip slightly before rolling down your window enough so you two could hear each other. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked. His tone was harsh and mean, something you had never heard from him before. 

“I am here for Adam, so if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to step away from my car and leave me alone.” You answered him, matching his tone. If he wanted to be a bitch to you after he broke up with you, then he better be expecting the same energy back. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” 

“And who are you to be telling me this? Last time I checked, this is a public parking lot, so I have every right to be here.” You said, you knew that wasn’t what he meant, but you didn’t care. He had no right to walk over here, and talk to you like this. 

“You know that’s not what I fucking meant.” 

“Am I not allowed to cheer for my school? Is that illegal now, Luca?” You said harshly. Luca’s eyes were staring into yours, and you could tell he was holding back from yelling, which scared you a little. 

“You have some nerves-” 

“Oh, I have some nerves? You broke up with me, Luca, not the other way around, and your stupid if you think that’s gonna stop me from coming to see Adam play. I am not here because I wanted to see, if that’s what you’re thinking. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for Adam. So, get whatever stick you have shoved up your ass out of it and leave me alone.” You said firmly before closing your window and going back on your phone. Luca started knocking over and over on your window, but you didn’t move. You were done with this for the night. After about a minute or two, the boy ended up sending you a text, making you roll your eyes. 

Luca 

ur so fucking petty omg, grow the fuck up and get out of your car

You let out a scoff before turning to look at him with a ‘are you serious’ face. If you were being petty, you didn’t even know what word was describing him at the moment. Thankfully, Adam arrived and the two of them began bickering like little children until the older boy eventually walked away, not before sending you a death glare, and the younger one joined you in your car. 

You started driving immediately, neither of you talked, but you feel Adam’s gaze on you every once in a while. This was exactly why you didn’t want to come to the games before, something was bound to go wrong. 

“I am sorry.” He mumbled after a couple of minutes as the car was stopped at a red light. When you turned your head to look over at him, his eyes were already looking in your direction. 

“It’s whatever. He’s an asshole.” 

I am light as a feather, I’m as fresh as the air

Coca-Cola bottles that I only use to curl my hair

I got class and integrity

Just like a goddamn Kennedy, I swear

With love to spare, I

About a week later, you were laying in bed, your laptop on your lap as you watched the team celebrate their win. Adam had played wonderfully and you couldn’t be prouder of him. Your heart still dropped a little every time the commentators would mention Luca, and even more when they showed the boys after the game. 

You knew it was wrong, you shouldn’t be thinking this way, but you couldn’t help it. He looked so good with his slightly damp hair, the wide smile on his face as he hugged all of his best friends making you smile as well. But you quickly reminded yourself of what he had done and said, making you close your laptop in a heartbeat. 

You then sent a text to Adam, congratulating him for their victory before going to bed. Well, you just laid in bed in the dark, your phone’s screen being the only source of light. Adam answered you almost an hour later, thanking you and saying he’d call you the next morning. You went to sleep not too long after answering him, wishing him a good night and a safe flight home. 

It was almost noon when the younger Fantili boy called you the next day, you could tell he had gone to bed very late, well early this morning. His voice was still a little stuffy like he had just woken up, making you giggle. The two of you chated for a while before he informed you the hockey team was throwing a party that was pretty much open to all students. He hadn’t invited you directly, but made sure to state very clearly that you were always welcomed if you wanted to stop by for a bit. 

You almost laughed at his words, he was a little delusional if he though you’d like the spend the night with your drunk ex who’d probably be making out with a girl the whole time. He was a little sad when you told him you probably wouldn’t come, but he understood, especially after whatever Luca had said to you last week. 

Weirdly enough though, as the clock hit seven at night, you were standing in your bathroom, getting ready for said party. Why? Revenge. You knew deep down what you were about to do was fucked up, but you didn’t care. They deserved it, all of them, Luca more than the other, but they still did. All those people who pretended to be your friend, only to act like you didn’t even exist the moment you and Luca broke up. Not to mention that conversation you over heard was constantly replaying in your head since your break-up. Yeah, they deserved it. 

Realistically, your plan wasn’t that mean, you’d just be ruining a night celebrating a victory they had worked so hard for during  the whole season. You had gotten some information through Adam that the boys always “shit talked” some of the other girlfriends, of course without mentioning what you had heard from them. Long story short, at least one of them all had a problem with someone’s girlfriend, but they never said anything to the boyfriends. Pretty fake in your opinion, because truth be told, they weren’t really brothers like they always said, they didn’t like some at least. 

When you walked into the senior house, the place wasn’t that full, but this wasn’t any surprise to you considering it had started almost four hours ago already and most people had probably went home by now. Finding Adam was pretty easy, he was in the kitchen refilling his cup when you gently tapped his shoulder. A wide smile appeared on his face when his eyes met yours and his arms quickly wrapped around your waist. 

“You came?” He asked surprised as the two of you pulled away and he grabbed an empty clean cup for you. 

“Got a little bored, I guess.” You told him, filling your cup with water. You hadn’t came here to get drunk out of your mind like all the others here, you came here with an endgame. 

“Well ‘m glad you did. I think I saw that girl you always talk about from your English class, you-” 

“Cool, I’ll go find her!” You lied before walking away from him. Honestly, you didn’t really care that she was here, your eyes not bothering to find her as you walked through the house, spotting the group of girlfriends immediately. They were all chatting between them, but quickly stopped when they realized you were standing there. 

“Oh, please, don’t let my presence disturb your little conversation.” You said with a smirk, only making all of them look at you with weird looks. 

“What’re you doing here?” Ethan’s girlfriend, Hailey, asked. The two of you were never really close, same with Nolan’s girlfriend, Taylor. 

“I just really wanted to say how it’s so cute that you’re all able to be friends with each other and like one another, unlike all the guys. Real cute.” 

“The fuck does that mean?” This time it was Jacob’s girlfriend, Bianca, who spoke. You looked over at her, sending a massive grin before answering. 

“I am just saying, some of them are real good at pretending to be your friends, but then go shit talk about you to each other.” You said, before showing them the text message Adam had sent you. It clearly stated that they all talked about the other guys’ girlfriends badly, but never in front of whoever they were dating. Clearly just showing that they’re “we’re brothers” thing they’d always say whenever a new girlfriend was introduced was complete bullshit. 

“How do we know it’s not fake?” 

“It happened to me too. Heard a couple of them talking about me outside one night. Go ask your boyfriends if you don’t believe me.” You shrugged before walking away from them. A smirk was plastered on your face as you stood outside, sipping on your water, knowing the girls were confronting the boys at the same moment. 

You were standing outside for a couple of minutes before Adam joined you, giving you a stern look.

“What’d you do?” 

“Nothing.” You said, your smirk only growing as you looked inside, the house now empty of all the strangers. The only people left were the players and their girlfriends, who all looked like they were not having a pleasant conversation. Well, that was until all the guys started yelling at each other. 

“Y/n.” Adam mumbled sternly, making you roll your eyes. 

“I just told them the truth. About how you all talk shit about them behind their backs, but then none of you have the guts to say it to each other. I mean, why would they right, you couldn’t tell me or Luca.” Suddenly, you found yourself angry at the boy in front of you. He had let both you and Luca that your couple was loved by all of them, let you believe they were all your friends. His face turned white at your words, only making you scoff. 

“Y/n…”

“It’s pathetic really, all that bullshit about you guys being like brothers, but then you pull some shit like this.” You cut him off. Right as Adam was about to say something else, the sliding door behind you opened and your body was pulled inside the house.

Forgive and I forget

I know my age and I act like it

Got what you can’t resist

I’m a perfect all-American Bitch

With perfect all-American lips

And perfect all-American hips

I know my place

I know my place and this is it

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Someone asked as you now stood infront of everyone, all the guys looking at you with angry eyes, while the girls all hugged each other, some of them crying. 

“I think the real question here is, what the fuck is wrong with all of you? Talk shit behind our backs and then acting like your our friends five minutes later. If you don’t like someone, don’t fucking pretend like you do and then shit talk them when they can hear you.” You spat, your eyes looking between all of them until you spotted Luca, who was standing all alone in a corner. “Hoping that your “brother’s” goes to shit ‘cause you don’t like who they’re dating. Seriously, how old are you? How insecure of yourself do you have to be to say things like this?” 

The house was silent after, all the girls were nodding at your words. The boys, well at least the guilty ones, all looked at the ground, while the innocent ones looked angry and pissed, but not at you anymore, at each other. 

When none of them said anything for a solid minutes, you just scoffed and made your way out of the house. You had done what you came here to do. You started walking down the sidewalk, back towards your dorm, when you heard someone call out your name. You turned around, only to see Luca chasing after you. 

“I didn’t know, I swear-” 

“I know you didn’t, Luca.” You cut him off with a soft smile. 

“I didn’t break up with you because of them. I really like you, I really do. You’re amazing, Y/n. But, I just… I don’t want a relationship right now.” He explained, your smile turning into a sad one. 

“I get it. I want you to be happy, Lu, and if that means us not being together, then I’m okay with it.” It pained you to say it, but it was true. All you wanted for the boy was to be happy, and if that meant you having to leave his life, you were okay with it. 

“‘M not saying never, though. The way I feel about you, I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. Like… I don’t how to explain it-”

“Right person, wrong time?” You asked with a slight smirk on his face, making the boy in front of you smile slightly. 

“Yeah.” 

“Let me know whenever the right time comes, yeah?” You asked softly, the boy nodding slightly before resting his forehead against yours. 

“I’m sorry about how I broke up with you, you deserved a better explanation.” He whispered, closing his eyes as he let his body relax. Your right hand moved up, cupping his cheek and you could feel him lean into your touch. 

“It’s okay, Lulu.” 

“But it’s not. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have done it that way. And I shouldn’t have came to your car and talked to you like that. I am so sorry, baby.” He said, as snow started falling from the sky. You could tell how deeply he meant his words, his voice cracking slightly. 

“Hey, look at me.” You whispered, gently tapping his cheek that you were still holding. After a couple of seconds his eyes opened and stared right back at yours. “It’s okay. It’s in the past.”

“You should hate me.” 

“I don’t think I could ever hate you, Luca.” You admitted, bitting your lip gently as the boy smiled down at you. “I really need to go home.” 

“I’ll walk you.” 

“It’s alright. I think they need you more than I do.” You said, nodding towards the senior house, making Luca sigh a bit. 

“Always have to clean up your mess, don’t I?” He joked, making you giggle slightly. 

“I’ll see you around, Lu.” You mumbled before pressing a kiss to his other cheek and walking away from him. The Fantili boy stood there for a bit, a smile on his face as he watched you make your way back to your dorm. Once you disappeared at the end of the street, the boy turned around and slowly started making his way back to the house. 

When he walked in, all the girls were gone, and the boys were now just all yelling at each other. Some were trying to calm the tension that was rising in the room, but didn’t succeed. Only, when Luca walked in, the room went quiet and everyone looked at him. Luca’s eyes found Adam’s, and the younger boy immediately knew what had happened out there, well almost. He for sure thought they had gotten back together, but he was close enough. 

“God, don’t tell me you got back with her?” Johnny said harshly, making Luca’s smile flatten as he looked over to his “best friend”. 

“Why do you care? Last time I check, who I date isn’t any of your business.” Luca sassed, making his younger brother smile slightly. 

“She ruined the night!” One of the guys called out, making Luca roll his eyes. 

“She said the truth. Maybe if you guys hadn’t talked behind their backs, none of this would’ve happened. I’m going home.” The boy mumbled before leaving the senior household once again, Adam following behind him. 

“So, are you guys back together?” The forward asked after a couple of minutes of them walking back to their dorm. 

“No. But, in the future we will, I know it.”

All the time

I’m grateful all the time

I’m sexy and I’m kind

I’m pretty when I cry

Oh, all the time

I’m grateful all the time (Greatful all the fucking time)

I’m sexy and I’m kind

I’m pretty when I cry

When summer came around, you had promised both Fantili boys you’d keep close touch with them, especially Adam since he’d be heading off to Columbus next season, which pained you a little, but you were happy for him. 

As the months passed by, you and Luca talked more and more every day, something Adam noticed and was quick to bring up to his brother. Luca was smiling at his phone all the time, and overall was just in a better mood than when you two had broken up. The older brother shrugged him off, claiming he was imaginating things, but they both knew it was a lie. 

You were over the moon when you arrived in Michigan, only to find that both brothers were already there, and a time to meet was quickly set. During your little hang out, it was clear to Adam that you and Luca were truly meant to be together, you both had giant smiles whenever you’d be talking to the other. For a majority of the night, it was mainly just the two of you in your own little world, but Adam didn’t care, Luca was happy, you were happy, and that’s all that mattered to him. 

“Don’t fuck this up, dude.” Adam whispered in his brother’s ear as the two of them hugged goodbye. Luca had admitted to him that he was planning on asking you out soon, something that almost made the younger boy scream. 

“I won’t.” And he didn’t. He asked you out, again, and you said yes, again, a week later. The two of you were just hanging in your dorm, you were complaining about how much homework you already had when he just blurred the question out. You were a little shock, but quickly agreed. 

When Luca told his teammates the two of you were back together, he received some questioning looks, but he just ignored them. He thought you were perfect, and that’s all that mattered to him. He didn’t care if his friends didn’t like you, he did and they’d need to learn how to deal with you being around even if they didn’t like you. 

You made him happy, and that’s all they should care about.

#bri writes #guts series #luca fantilli #luca fantilli imagine #luca fantili blurb #luca fantilli x reader #luca fantilli fluff #luca fantilli angst #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #umich hockey angst

[jeongheart]

03:45 am

summary: late night snack run with chan.

w.c: 1.2k

tags: established relationship, fluff.

a.n: chan in the newest code ruined my brain, he's just so boyfriend coded.

as always, english is not my first language so sorry in advance for any mistakes. leave your thoughts if you like, it means a lot.

You've tossed and turned more times than you can count in the last half hour, the clock impassively marking 03:45 am with its big red numbers. You sigh tired and put the device back on the nightstand to turn around once more; the bed was warm on your side because you been lying in the same spot for hours. You touched Chan's side, it was frozen and with the sheets in place.

With a slight groan due to the sudden movement of your muscles you got out of bed, you didn't bother to wrap yourself up and you dragged your feet across the room towards the living room, you knew exactly where your partner was at this time and, after drinking water, you went in search of him.

The study door was locked, so as not to disturb and not be disturbed. The house was completely silent, except for the faint sound of keys being pressed and papers falling to the floor from time to time.

You gently knocked the door to announce your presence, and a few seconds later, you made yourself present in the room. Chan was hunched in front of the computer, his nose was so close to the monitor that for a second you feared that the fluorescent colors would end up engulfing him, taking him to a world of musical tracks to be arranged.

Around him was all kinds of garbage, except for food wrappers, you could imagine that it had been a long time since he eaten anything and you shook your head as you approached his figure. He always had that bad habit, nothing else existed when he worked; no matter how many times you told him it seemed like your words went in one ear and out the other.

When you were almost two centimeters away, you realized that he had his headphones at full volume, an unreleased song was playing loudly and surrounding everything around him, that's why he hadn't heard the door before and hadn't greeted you when you walked in. Between the darkness of the room, the loud music and his concentration he almost seemed to be absent.

Not wanting to scare him, you put your hand on his shoulder, he didn't flinch from your touch until you put a little more force in your grip. Finally returning to the real world, he took off his headphones to leave them on the table in front of him and looked you straight in the eye.

His eyes were a little red after so many hours of watching screens, and his expression danced between confusion and exhaustion.

"What are you doing?" He asks you in a whisper.

Taking your hand off his shoulder, you moved it up to his face, caressing his cheek gently. Chan unconsciously relaxed and placed all the weight of his body on your hand, still looking at you.

"I couldn't sleep" You answer simply.

Chan laughed softly, a clear sign of his exhaustion, and with his right hand he took yours (which you weren't using to caress his face) and guided you to his lap, you let out a little cry of surprise at the sudden change of position but you let him accommodate you to his liking.

When you were comfortably seated, Chan hugged your waist with both arms and rested his head on the space between your neck and your shoulder, where upon feeling the smell of your shampoo and your perfume he sighed happily and finally closed his eyes. You kept busy those seconds playing with his hands that were still tightly gripping the lower part of your body.

You could feel his breath against your neck, he was freezing and you still had the heat of the sheets on you.

"Let's go out for a little bit" You told him when you felt his breathing become heavier. Chan let out something similar to a growl, you didn't know if he heard you or had already fallen asleep.

"It's late" You almost couldn't understand what he said, his lips were so close to your skin that the sound was almost lost.

You moved your head a little to make him pay attention to you, your heart sank a little when you saw how a small hint of sadness crossed Chan's expression for taking him out of his comfortable position against you. "I'm hungry and you need to stretch your legs, besides, how long has it been since you've eaten something?"

Chan looked away at the question, and there you got your answer. "I have to finish, love" He made a gesture to lift you from his lap and return the chair to its place in front of the computer to resume his work.

"Ten minutes, a bit of fresh air will do you good" You grabbed his face with both hands so he couldn't look away or question you, you were like this for few seconds; just staring into each other's eyes. You could feel how Chan's face was starting to heat up from the closeness and, letting out a nervous giggle, he nodded his head.

You laughed and kissed him on the tip of the nose "Don't forget to bundle up".

The walk to the convenience store was relatively short, Chan was telling you details about the work he been doing so far and how proud he was of how everything was turning out. You listened attentively, excited by his happiness and without letting go of his hand in the ten blocks it took to get to the store.

The automatic door greeted you with its characteristic sound, as did the worker behind the counter who offered you a warm smile despite the late hour and the cold January air that swept in with you. "What do you want to eat?" Chan began to drag you through the corridors of the place in search of whatever and anything to fill his stomach.

You followed him closely as he went through each shelf with the initiative of a small child, showing you package after package full of colors no matter what it was (salty, sweet, bittersweet), unable to decide what to finally buy. You laughed when you saw that he placed each package that caught his attention in the cart you were pushing, his work and the deadlines already forgotten by the promise of eating delicious things.

After a few more minutes of indecision, you finally made it to the checkout to pay for the items. The cashier laughed seeing the various items you carried (from spicy noodles to coconut ice cream to cheese sticks). Chan ended up paying for the purchases even though you insisted that you could separate the bill, he simply ignored your speech and took the three bags full of food while you followed him out of the store, reproaching him for his actions.

"I'm not listening, I'm made of wood, I have fish ears~" Your partner crooned as he began the walk back to the apartment, you rolled your eyes and decided that it was a hopeless case so you had to accept your defeat.

"Next time I'll pay" You told him as you took one of the bags he was carrying to take his hand instead, you didn't know what time it was but you didn't care at that moment. Chan was laughing out loud (so much that you were afraid that he would wake up the people who were sleeping in the houses on the side of the road) and he looked more relaxed; a fond smile appeared on your face and you squeezed your partner's hand tightly.

"Thank you for getting me out of the house, and from my own head, love. You were right, I needed it" Chan stopped walking to press you against his body and envelop you in a warm hug, you breathed in his aroma and let his presence envelop you completely.

#stray kids fluff #bang chan fluff #bang chan x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz soft thoughts #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #bri writes

[leonsliga]

I love that manu went running to sven because he knows he will collect a card lol but then thomas ran to save manu because DON'T TOUCH HIM

Everything about that sequence is pure, concentrated comedy gold from start to finish 😂 so let’s do a play-by-play, shall we?

Now if you’ll direct your attention to the bottom right of the gif below, you’ll see a wild Sven Ulreich absolutely BOOKING IT from the stands, ready to go on a warpath. The Ulle cometh, so to speak.

And naturally, he wastes ZERO time, nudging his way right into the thick of it.

Strong words are exchanged, and by exchanged I mean it’s pretty much just Ulle cursing out anyone on the Union Berlin coaching staff within shouting distance.

Sensing the escalating conflict in a way only a mama bear can, Manu swoops in to save the day (or to save Ulle from cutting a bitch—you decide).

In the midst of his efforts to pry a positively irate Ulle out of the fray though, Manu sustains a few gentle shoves himself. This of course angers beloved twink warrior Thomas Müller, who rushes in to assist his decade partner in his Sven Ulreich rescue mission.

Now this may seem, to the untrained eye at least, like standard operating procedure for a hardened Bayern diplomat. In actuality though, it’s a desperate, last-ditch effort to get his bf tf outta there (mostly unscathed). And let’s face it: the only way to do that is to remove our notorious (affectionate) pot-stirring goalkeeping deputy from the scene so Manu doesn’t have to mediate for anyone anymore.

Once the dust settles, only a visibly furious Thomas remains, who, naturally, has to be escorted away, because HOW DARE THEY touch his bf and brother-in-arms and think they’ll get off without a scratch?

In all seriousness though, I love that even though Ulle is pretty much benched whenever Manu is fit, he’s still just as invested in the match and willing to do battle for any of his teammates whenever they’re slighted in any way. That’s why he’s our beloved little card collector—our favorite justice warrior 🥰

And we all know that when someone even thinks about harming his dearest Manu, Thomas’s protective instincts go into overdrive and he can’t help but give them hell for it. All the better that we got angry Ulle content out of the deal—a two-for-one special folks! It’s impossible not to love the complete circus that is our Bayern squad, I swear 😂 even when they’re not playing at their best, you can’t say they’re not entertaining!

#anon 💖 #and people say fc hollywood is dead…smh 🙄 #I had so much fun writing this lmao #I bet you weren’t expecting a complete color commentary when you asked me this but you know how I am 😂 #thank you so much for this masterpiece of an ask bestie!! stop by anytime ❤️ #sven ulreich #manuel neuer #thomas müller #thomas muller #thomas mueller #neuller #fc bayern #fc bayern munich #fc bayern münchen #fc hollywood #beating the subject matter to a pulp as per #bri’s gifs

[blainesebastian]

‘coffee cart girl’ universe (x) (x) (x) beautiful cover by @stylespresleyhearted 💕

series (10 parts)

i got you (request, 2k, can be read alone)

long distance (request, 1k, can be read alone)

coming home (request, 2k, can be read as an extension to ‘long distance’ but can be read alone)

i don’t get sick (request, 2k, can be read alone)

stolen moments (request, 1k, can be read alone)

blowin’ smoke (request, 1k, can be read alone)

where there’s smoke, there’s fire (request, 1k, a follow up to ‘blowin’ smoke’)

night out (4k, can be read alone)

you fit right here (request, 4k, can be read alone)

misunderstandings & miscommunication (request, 2k, can be read alone)

shaken (request, 4k, companion piece to ‘misunderstandings & communications’)

ccg ‘little family’ universe

eventually (request, 3k)

what to expect (when you’re expecting)  (request, 3k)

expectant (request, 1k) 

new normal (combined requests, 3k) 

first christmas (request, 1k)

happy new year (request, 2k) 

little family (request, 2k)

set opportunities (request, 4k)

oscar luncheon (request, 3k)

away (combined requests, 3k)

sick day (request, 3k)

birthday (request, 1k)

beach day (request, 2k)

date night (combined requests, 3k)

routine (request, 3k)

tantrums (combined requests, 2k) 

aquarium (request, 1k) 

conclusion jumping (combined requests, 2k)

low energy (request, 1k)

time away (request, 1k) 

flight (request, 1k) 

pool day (1k) 

accidents happen (request, 1k) 

#austin butler x reader #ccg #ccg series #decided to make a separate masterlist for this universe #mostly bc bri made me this beautiful cover! #long post #mccall writes things #a link to this will still be on my original masterlist

[bri-cheeses]

Me, about long, well written, reminiscent-of-Crimson-Rivers-and-Just-Lovers-and-AHB-in-popularity, Rosekiller centric fics:

“It’s not a want, it’s a need”

#whoops guess I’ll just have to write it myself #not actually cuz i’m not a writer 😔 #but that mindset is the reason why I started a Rosekiller blog tho #fun facts with Bri #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles #marauders era #marauders fandom #people’s who otp is jegulus have it so nice sometimes #you guys have no clue how hard it is to find a Rosekiller fic where Rosekiller isn’t the background ship to Jegulus #it’s so sad sometimes ngl

[thereyoflights]

Tooling Around, a Gallavich drabble for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt by @mzshko - Ratchet.

Rated M, 100 words, 1/1 complete

Read below or on AO3 here.

“Got any ratchets?”

Behind the counter, Mickey’s smirking, eyebrows raised. If he were a regular customer, Ian would show him where they were, but he isn’t, just like their Kash and Grab days. Ian eyes the others in the store, two burly men too preoccupied to notice anything off-kilter.

“C’mon,” Ian says, “let’s check the back room.”

When they step through the door, Ian is moving, whirling Mickey to press his front to the wall, his lips against his neck. Mickey’s hand runs through Ian’s hair, tugs. “Got the tool I need, then?”

Ian grinds his hips forward. “You bet.”

#gallavich #ian gallagher #micky milkovich #ian x mickey #mickey x ian #shameless #shameless us #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fanfiction #alternate universe #au #gallavich fic #bri’s writing #my fic