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#but my frien said it was good so;;
animeshotsh · 1 month
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A doggie!! | Various x Kid!Reader |
Warnings: Fluff - Curses - HH violence - Alastor hates dogs - Lucifer its all up to bother Alastor - grammar mistakes - may do pt2 -
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Charlie could not hold her smile as she walked down the streets of hell, a big box in her hands and a nervous Vaggie at her side.
"Charlie...love, do you think this is a good idea? Vaggie asked again for the 10th time that day
Charlie who was already planning on how to give you your gift stopped to look at her gilfriend.
"We have been over our head with the hotel and the new patrons. No one has the time to play with (Y/N)...." Charlie said, memories of your sad self leaving the room after seeing everybody was working on something.
"I know but do you think a....dog would help them? They are too young..."
"This" Charlie exclaimed with the biggest and proud smile on her face shoving the box in Vaggi's face "its the most well trained and behaved Cerberus!! I know this race i used to have one, they are loyal and friendly and.."
"And they breath fire, do you really think (Y/N) its going to be alright with one?"
~☆~☆~☆~☆
Turns out, you were even better than right.
Amazing one would say.
Charlie let out sounds of happyness as she snapped pictures of you and the little and chubby cerberus. Both of you currently playing inside your room.
Well one of them, since Alastor and Lucifer insisted on you having a room close to each one of them.
"Its really mine Sis?" You asked giving the dog some trears then rubbing its belly.
"Yes! We have been working too hard in the hotel and i know you must have feel lonely, but now you have this frien by your side"
The shadow from alastor and flying lamb from Lucifer where at the side giving Charlie offended looks.
~☆~☆~☆~☆
No one was ready for how was going to be with you and a cerberus.
First, Lucifer almost had a heart attack when he went to your room to get you and saw the puppy who in return sent a blast of blue fire towards him.
You had to calm down the creature that had turned big when being suprised by the hell's king.
"Hey hey!! Its fine its my dad"
"(Y/N) GET AWAY FROM THAT THING"
Of coruse his screams alerted Charlie who went as fast as she could to see her father sending glares towards your cerberus (when did it got so big?) And you trying to calm it down.
After Charlie explained and Lucifer calmed down so did the dog. Returning to its puppy size and now running in circles, not a single sign that it was the same beast from minutes before.
~☆~☆~☆~
Alastor hated it. And the dog hated Alastor back.
When he heard you had got a dog Alastor was ready to try and get the thing out of the hotel.
Maybe he could get you a fish....yeah that sounded better.
But no. The moment Alastor tried to get that dog it turned six feet tall and growled at him.
And no, Alastor was not suprised and he was ready to fight it.
But that thing was more intelligent, when it hear you were coming it went back to its puppy size and started crying. And you just happened to be around the corner.
"Cerberus? Uncle? What happened?"
Oh that fucker played Alastor so well, he could see the dog smiling and wanted nothing more than to squish it.
"Oh Dear! Looks like i scared it, maybe its not as strong as it seems" Alastor joked getting a low growl.
"Nono! Cerberus its so strong and gets big!! It even let dad, sis and I ride on its back" you explained while petting each head. "Maybe you can come with me? I promise you wont fall"
Like hell he would let himself be on top of that thing. But he could not tell you that so he just smiled "maybe another time, lets go and listen to some jazz while i work on my program"
"Can cerberus come?"
At the question Alastor's eye twitched "of course it can"
~☆~☆~☆~☆
Lucifer was in cloud nine after hearing at dinner that Cerberus had pissed Alastor's studio making the radio demon let out static noise and almost stabbing the king.
You were so sorry almost crying your eyes out making Alastor stop from breaking the dogs necks.
So new rule! No dogs in his radio station. And no dogs in his room.
You know what? No dogs near him.
~☆~☆~☆~☆~
The only time Lucifer and Alastor agreed on something: you spent too much time with the dog.
Sleep? With the dog. And no one could be in the same bed with you and it. Why? Because that thing would get bigger on purpose to prevent someone from stealing you.
The only one who could be with you and it was Charlie. Why? No one knew but if you were out your room the only other demon near you and your dog was Charlie.
She would prepare sleep overs with you and cerberus, Vaggie would join too, and the dog never reacted towards them. It even let itself be pet and kissed.
But with Lucifer? Yeah no. Even if it did let him ride on its back it was still not so friendly towards him. The dog even glared when Lucifer claimed you and him needed to go and could not bring it.
And Alastor had a personal war. Everytime you were not looking he would snap his fingers to try and make the dog leave. Nothing even worked.
"A truce, we get the dog out" a drunk Lucifer said one night to an equal drunk Alastor.
"I accept, i cant deal with that thing any longer"
"Well, it pissing your studio was something..."
"Haha, dont forget when it took your hat" Alastor bite back.
"HAHAHA well at least it likes me a bit"
"You must smell like it"
"FUCK YOU"
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wicked • 17
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↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?
↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader
↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut
Word Count: 8k
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Note: it’s actually difficult to believe it’s been eight months since I’ve updated, went through two jobs, a friend group and a boyfriend who gaslit the absolute fuck out of me and made me experience female hysteria 😍 I wrote this chapter the night he broke up with me so it just has that nice little extra touch of ✨ intensity ✨ enjoy lovies and I will be back hopefully sooner then last time with another update
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It felt wrong, packing a small case of clothes while so many things at the castle had yet to play out, and Wheein’s life was hanging in the balance of it.
You had no intentions to trudge your way to the barracks but here you were; early morning where all of the guards were training and the person you were looking for was watching them, hands on his hips as he called out to one of them to tighten their guard.
You hadn’t planned on talking to him today, but leaving without so much as saying a word felt wrong, and perhaps after everything that had happened you were searching for sober reassurance.
��Jungkook.”
Everybody froze at the sound of your voice, you ignored all the eyes on you, after having lived in Penumbra for almost a year, you had somewhere along the way gotten used to all of the eyes that constantly followed you.
The guards exchanged awkward glances with one another, Jungkook looked surprised by your appearance, eyes glancing over you as if you were a hallucination, but after a moment it was evident you weren’t going to disappear upon blinking.
He glanced between you and the guards before he waved them off, “Keep going.”
You couldn’t stand the hopeful look in his eyes, almost a bit bashful as you walked in line with him further away from the barracks, “How can you expect me to leave the castle when Wheein is in a dungeon? And furthermore sending your aunt to try and reconcile with me?”
Jungkook frowned, “Well I doubted you wanted to see me after my drunk display- which truth be told I hardly remember anything I said, and It’s probably for the best that I don’t, Y/n…” He sighed as he stopped, “It was only a suggestion, it crossed my mind about the estate because truthfully I think you would like it there, and it would be safe,” His hands tenderly grabbed your shoulders as your lips curled in anger but you said nothing, “And I think it would be good for you to put all of this out of your head for a few days. I’ll continue to handle things here and if things change with Wheein trust that I’ll be able to take care of it.”
Your expression didn’t change as Jungkook frowned, “I would also like to remind you that she’s been one of my closest friends since I was a child. You’re not the only one who cares for her.”
You begrudgingly looked away from him but your expression softened, a stab of guilt surging through your stomach at the realization that he was very much right, “I know, I’m sorry I just-”
“Don’t be,” Jungkook replied, “You have a mean bite but I can appreciate your loyalty. I can’t undo the past but I want to make things right. I…” Jungkook paused, looking hesitant his eyes darting away from you and then back to you once more.
You offered no words forcing him to sigh, as if it was difficult for him to admit, “I want to be with you Y/n, not as two people amicable due to marriage or friends on uneasy terms…” He bit down on his cheek, unable to hold your steely gaze as his hand hesitantly reached out, tenderly stroking along your jawline, “I want more than that with you, I want all of the fire and all of the rage, I want the pain, the hardships. I want you, all of you, every flaw that makes you, you.”
You hadn’t even realized your eyes had blurred until his thumbs were tenderly pushing your tears away, “Is this a declaration?”
“It’s a promise.” Jungkook’s eyes held such a softness in them filled with something you still felt uncertain to assume, “You told me that you wanted to bear the deepest parts of yourself to me, all of your insecurities, the parts you don’t like about yourself, the parts you may even hate, so I am standing here to tell you to show me, show me all of it, and I will still take you as you are.”
He was saying many overwhelming words to you, but you knew he was dancing around the most important word, you could see it in his eyes, how it lingered on the tip of his tongue.
But something was stopping him from truly confessing it.
Perhaps even after all of these months, it was still too soon.
Evidently so given your circumstances.
“I don’t want you away from me,” Jungkook admitted, a frown slowly forming on his lips, “But if that’s what it takes, I would wait a lifetime if it meant your forgiveness, if it meant a second chance to be with you.”
“Is that why you’re willing to send me away?” You sniffled, “Otherwise you’ll continue to drink and wake me up in the middle of the night?”
“It wasn’t my finest moment,” Jungkook gave a weak smile, “But you can’t deny it got my point across didn’t it?”
Just his smile made something in you crumble, a vast desire to embrace him here and to forgive him, surely you could put this all behind you…?
But a bigger part of you didn’t want to rush this, you didn’t want to be complacent anymore, that was how you got into this situation, how you immediately jumped to Claudin’s offer rather than confide in the person you were married to.
It was such a raw feeling, you could feel it licking at your very soul, trying to tame your desire to throw all caution to the wind once more.
And for a brief moment you could feel Jungkook have the same reaction as you, as if it took every fiber in his being to not beg you to stay, you don’t know if you could stand your ground against him again if he came on as strong as he had last night.
“Just for a few days.” You whispered out as he frowned, giving you an understanding nod.
“You’ll love it there.” His hands finally let go of you, somewhat reluctantly.
And then it was silent for a long moment, tension still lingering in the air and both of you clearly hesitant.
“Then…I’ll see you in a few days.” You mumbled and Jungkook nodded once more. It felt like the ground was trying to engulf your feet as you turned around, feeling oddly empty at your goodbye, waiting for something that wouldn’t come.
What was it you had hoped for? A hug…?
Maybe a kiss…?
But then again, it felt as though you were no longer deserving of those things, Jungkook may have done things to hurt you but you had also done things to hurt him, how could you both love one another if you couldn’t trust one another first?
You wished Jungkook had reached out for you, to at least give you some form of affection before leaving, but he also knew this was true, and let you leave with no grief.
It left you feeling empty inside, but this was for the best.
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You journeyed over horseback for the day, trying to leave your fretting heart behind as you nervously glanced back at the far away sight of the castle, what if something developed with Wheein?
You felt as though you were betraying her just by leaving, more than anything you were desperate to get her back, perhaps that was why Jungkook was sending you away, as if he sensed your desperation would only heighten the longer this went on.
Dare you say, he feared the worst might happen if you stayed.
Your grip tightened on your reigns, once more trying to put it out of your mind, taking a deep breath you took in the heady scent of the pine tree’s the surrounded you, the Estate was much closer to the mountains then you had anticipated, by midday you had journeyed far enough that snow had already reached the ground.
“Are you nervous?” Yoongi had slowed his horse down to ride next to you, his eyes however still scoured ahead for possible danger.
“What do you mean?” You frowned as you glanced at his back, hearing a branch snap as your eyes darted towards the left of him.
Your faithful companion Fenrir having accidentally broke the branch he had been carrying in his mouth the past hour he had grown fond of, a whine leaving him in disappointment as he picked up the bigger side.
“Journeying away from the castle during these trying times…” Yoongi glanced back at you, a frown of his own, “It can’t be easy leaving with everything that’s happened.”
You didn’t reply for a long moment, Yoongi slowed down to ride beside you as he curiously took in your expression.
It was silent for a long moment before you finally relented, “It is difficult, but…After a long night, I figured this was probably best. It seems like my involvement in things only tends to make them worse. And truthfully there's no telling what lengths I’d go to at this point to get Wheein back.”
“Oh?” Yoongi looked curiosity once more, “I didn’t realize you had such a taste for danger.”
His joke made a smile finally tug on your lips, “Neither did I before coming to Penumbra. It seems this kingdom has a way of bringing out the primitive nature in me. But then again, it seems people have always looked down on me when I think of it.”
“On you?” Yoongi scoffed in amusement, “Dryad Matron of Eunoia? It’s difficult to believe, you’re like a pillar of light to the commonwealth of Penumbra, it used to drive the Prince nuts during your engagement.”
“It did…?” You peered somewhat hesitantly at him.
This made Yoongi grin, “Oh yes, when news of your engagement first broke out it had the people ecstatic, it had him gagging every second he heard good things of you.”
“This is hardly making me feel better…” You winced, though a small part of you was amused to hear this, though you wish you could say the same.
It always seemed to you that people in Penumbra didn’t fully grasp just how much people feared them on the outside world, instead poking fun at the titles they had earned as if it was a little joke.
The whole two years of your engagement are two years you’d rather die then live through again, the anxiety that kept you up at night, the endless amounts of tears you cried, the emptiness it left inside you how no one even tried to comfort you.
Looking back you understood, nobody wanted to feed you lies to comfort you, but at the time, you didn’t understand, it felt cruel.
“Not everyone feels that way about me, evidently from what I saw in the Underside.” You replied, somewhat reminiscing on the horrendous memory of the mock version of you.
“You shouldn’t pay that any mind,” Yoongi scoffed, “The humor is juvenile there, everything it stands for is juvenile, even it’s name; the Underside was a joke, a mockery meant for every royal that has to say it’s name with seriousness, point being- they don’t respect anyone who won’t give them money.”
You only shook your head, “It’s not just that though, there has always been a small part of people and court alike who haven’t liked me, even long before I was engaged to Jungkook. I was known for having a temper,” It made you smile wryly, “-The Bitch of Eunoia, that’s what they ran around calling me behind my back. It was horrendous in Kimhae.”
“Was it now?” Yoongi looked amused by this, “That in some ways does, and doesn’t surprise me.”
“The court ladies in Eunoia often liked to call me that as well. But it was very pronounced by Kimhae court men. When I was younger, I used to wear traditional Eunoian attire when i’d visit. Apparently shoulders and knee’s used to drive them crazy. I had one of the aristocrats boldly ask me if I was an exotic woman of the night, willing to pay for me.”
Yoongi’s jaw had dropped making you laugh as he gestured you on, “What did you say?”
“Something along the lines of calling him a perverted old man whom ought to have his loins cut off for making such a comment to a women- let alone a Princess.” The memory made you smile as you shook your head, “The Bitch of Eunoia…why is it men are allowed to be angry Yoongi? Why is it women are shamed so?”
Yoongi let out a hum, “This is indeed a good question, but perhap it’s because they know a woman's scorn could even bring heaven out of the sky. I’m not all too surprised about Kimhae- but you said Eunoians called you this as well?”
Your smile became saddened, “By many court ladies yes,” You scratched your cheek in thought, “I was always lonely as a child…the war took a toll on me, I was temperamental and childish. But the court ladies as children, also liked to mock me and egg me on. As we grew older they grew closer and I still stayed a distance away. They’d find any reason to pick me apart or give me more work to do. They were practically leaping for joy when the news broke that I was engaged.”
“Why do you think that was though?” Yoongi asked, “That they didn’t like you?”
You shrugged, you had never really thought about it much, rather you preferred to keep the past where it was rather then dwell on it, “I suppose it had a lot to do with the fact that while we were all training to be healers I excelled more at it, it came naturally to me and they ended up putting me in the tents before the others. They all assumed it was from favoritism…Maybe it was,” You pondered on this briefly, “I just remember thinking it wasn’t fair.”
“Fair?”
You didn’t elaborate on the word for a long moment, feeling something akin to guilt bubble in your stomach.
You glanced off into the distance where the mountains towered high, it made you feel so tiny in comparison to its greatness, and briefly you felt awe.
You always admired nature, how vast it was compared to you and all your humanly troubles, you turned to it and it’s kin when you needed comfort and in these moments you could turn to it when you were also troubled with words.
It was difficult to adequately explain to people the rage you had felt since you were a child, anger had always been in your bones, from the moment you were born. Your mother used to tell you, that when she gave birth, you had come out of her womb with a roaring cry.
You craved to be vulnerable, to be soft and tender, to be all the things you were not, and you were many things, just not those.
Many people people heard you, they just never listened, didn’t understand.
“I had a lot of resentment as a child, to everything, the war, my parents, our country. I didn’t want to be a healer, I didn’t want to have to watch people in my care die, I didn’t want to attend the burnings or hear the whales of agony and pain, the cries of mourning, the people who blamed me for not being able to save their loved ones.”
You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel haunted by those memories, watching the lifeforce leave someone's body as you tried to stop the bleeding, the maimed limbs and mangled bodies that were beyond your skill or help.
“I didn’t want to be made to go past our lesson times to keep studying, or made to go back in to practice when all the other girls were allowed to play. Or put in a tent over night while they all slept. It wasn’t fair.”You mumbled, perhaps still a lingering tone of resentment.
The past was the past, it couldn’t be changed, you had come to terms with this, but if you stopped and really thought about it, old feelings old eventually begin to resurface, it was why you tried so desperately to just forget about it.
At one time you blamed Penumbra, you hated it’s people for what they did, what they caused.
But then you married Jungkook and you journeyed here yourself, and saw with your own eyes, that these people, were simply people, who were also victims of their own royalty.
You felt the soft grip of a hand on your shoulder, “I am sorry, for what it’s worth,” Yoongi held a face of sympathy, “We all felt the same, or…I suppose a mutual feeling on the opposite side of things. Children being forced to enlist into a war we didn’t want to wage with little choice…”
You gently grabbed his hand giving it a small squeeze, a weak smile on your face, “It wasn’t fair for any of us. We’re all a bi-product of our parents' sins. It’s up to us now to break that cycle.”
You had arrived to the estate by nightfall and it was shrouded in tall pine and fir trees, the aroma had you closing your eyes for a moment to savor it, just as Jungkook said, it truly was beautiful.
Snow covered the ground in a few inches, and a chill was left in your bones, but you settled in rather nicely, Yoongi had managed to get a fire going rather quickly and it was quiet in the solitude of the estate.
For once, it was nice to be able to breathe without being watched.
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The first two days had went by surprisingly quick, but you had found a natural rhythm in nature, you went on long peaceful walks, kept yourself wrapped in a blanket while sitting on the terrace taking in the crisp cool air.
You had even spent the evening watching the snowfall outside, enchanted at how it came in big fluttering puffy balls, you had heard of snow before, but you had never actually seen it fall from the sky, like a thousand little gifts from the heavens.
It was dull and gray out today, the same as it had been for the last week now, at the estate was unsurprisingly no different.
Today however you had Yoongi set up some haybales in the pit area where guards would typically be trained, it was run down now, old boxes used as storage had been broken down and were hazardously strewn everywhere, long nine inch rusty nails sticking out of wooden pieces at razor sharp jagged angles.
But with Yoongi’s help you both had piled it up safely away and got a decent bit of space ready for training.
“Too stiff-”
“Ah!”
It was a second too late, you had already released the string, sending the arrow flying, it had veered off target as the string slapped your forearm with a sharp snap causing you to drop it.
Fenrir suddenly popped up from the ground where he had been laid out the last half hour, head cocked in concern at the noise that escaped you.
“How many times do I have to tell you,” Yoongi groaned, “You can’t hold it with a stiff arm! Look at this!” He got up from his spot as he held up your arm by the wrist, “It looks like somebody gave you a lashing! Jungkook will have my head if it isn’t heal by tomorrow.”
Your lips twisted into a sulky pout, “I am trying!”
“Not hard enough that’s the fifth time within the hour,” Yoongi whistled out as he let you go, Fenrir walking up to you as he sniffed your hand, giving it a lick before nudging it.
You rubbed your forearm, that was undeniably sore and throbbing with pain before placing your hand on Fenrir’s head to give it a nice long rub.
He had grown remarkably big in the last month, almost as big as you now, just a five or six inches shorter, it made you give a sad frown, at how big he was and soon he’d become a monstrous size…
You’d simply have to build a bigger stable you supposed.
“Aim comes naturally but holding a weapon does not,” You sighed as you placed both your hands on Fenrir’s head, now giving him generous rubs and pats that had him giving a toothy puppy grin that made you smile, “I’ve practiced here and there with a bow but with everything going on, I just haven’t made it a priority.”
Yoongi sighed, “Natural ability will only get you so far, discipline if a far greater advantage Princess, thankfully we can start working on this daily, I think it’d be good for you to have a hobby.”
“I have hobbies.” You frowned as crossed your arms.
“Such as…?” Yoongi gestured.
“Well…” You could think of several as a matter of fact, but you had given them all up once you had moved to Penumbra, the thought made you frown in realization, you had been so caught up in all the highs and lows of your new life that it was true.
You had hobbies, you just never participated in any of them.
“I suppose it would do me some good to work on it,” You sighed as you relented, “I still feel a tad guilty though, shouldn’t I be honing my skill in swordsmanship? Jungkook once told me that it’s expected the Crowned Prince and Princess are supposed to be the best at it.”
“Well…” Yoongi stretched the word, “This is true but, I don’t think somebody is going to fault you for not being the best at it. I’d like to think it’s an expectation from those born in Penumbra, not those who marry in. Not only this but if you are inclined to another form of weaponry, then it’s as simple as that.
“As long as you have some form of sword training then it’ll do,” Yoongi shrugged, “What matters is personal protection, some training is better then none, but having a form of training you’re good at is even better.”
“You Penumbrian’s certainly like taking precautions.” You sighed wistfully as you picked up your bow once more.
“The more the better,” Yoongi said, “Guards are great, but what happens when you’re caught without any? Learning to defend yourself is vital.”
You glanced down at your bow, “I understand but…”
“But?” Yoongi asked.
“Well, I suppose a part of me just feels odd,” You replied, “I grew up being taught to save lives, not take them,” You rubbed your neck in uncertainty, “When I took the Dryad’s oath, it was a promise to myself and my ancestors that I would abstain from our carnal nature. That I would never take a life nor would I consume its flesh. Animal or human. Even though the chances of me having to defend myself in such a way are so low, it’s odd to train for it, after taking that oath and living by it my whole life.”
Yoongi let out a small smile, “Then don’t view it as such.”
“What do you mean?” You tilted your head.
“Sword play is considered an art form in Penumbra, you can view a bow in the same light. It’s quite a beautiful thing really, it’s not just aiming and shooting, it’s how you hold it, the type of arrow you use, the weight of your feet. A lot goes into it.”
You thought on this for a while before nodding, “I suppose you are right.”
“Min Yoongi! I’m looking for a Min Yoongi?”
A voice called out that had you both glancing around the courtyard before seeing the courier at the gates glancing around before meeting his gaze.
“Yes?” Yoongi called out, walking up to meet him.
“I have a letter for you sire! It was urgent from the court” The courier dug through his bag before handing it to him, giving a short bow to you and then departing.
You glanced at it anxiously as you exchanged a look with Yoongi, was this about Wheein?
Yoongi opened the letter, reading it before he sighed,
“What, what is it?” You asked, anxiety in your voice.
“It’s not about Wheein,” You let out a breath in relief as Yoongi continued, “But it is a request for help.”
“What do you mean?” You asked.
Yoongi sighed, “There’s a watchtower just east of here, about an hour away give or take on horseback, apparently they’ve been dealing with a gang of bandits up there. Supposedly they’re going to siege the tower.”
“They can do that?” You asked in surprise.
Yoongi shrugged, “I suppose so, I don’t know what they think I can do about it.”
“Well you said you were an assassin before you became a knight? So surely that counts for something.” You said, setting down your bow on a lonely bale of hay.
Yoongi sighed as he folded the letter back up, “Even so, I won’t just leave you here by yourself.”
You frowned, “It’s only us here, and it’s secluded so I won’t be in any real danger, and you said it was only an hour away. I doubt you’d take long in taking them down.”
“Are you just trying to get rid of me?” Yoongi asked in mild amusement.
“I would never!” You said, “But I’d hate to see something unfortunate happen that could be prevented, you’re far closer then someone is to the castle. It would make the most sense for you to go.”
Yoongi sighed, “Even if I’m over cautious, it doesn’t sit right leaving you here all by yourself.”
“I wouldn’t be alone!” You replied, grinning as you gave Fenrir a solid pat, “Fenrir will defend me! Jungkook and I have been working on commands. Sit!”
Fenrir immediately complied.
“Very fierce.” Yoongi said dryly.
You held up a finger, grabbing a piece of wooden box that was free of any nails off the ground, “Fenrir,” He perked up at his name, “Attack!” You threw it causing his gaze to follow it with a loud snarling howl, his jaws crunching the board in half immediately grabbing the smaller end.
Running back to you before dropping down on his front paws, tail wagging as he tried to get you to chase him.
Yoongi looked a bit more startled at the thick board of wood that had been crushed as he nodded, “Okay, a little more fierce than before…” Yoongi thought about it for a long moment, “I suppose if I left now I would make it back by supper….Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
You gave him a small smile, “It’s only a few hours, I think I’ll be able to manage.”
Yoongi still seemed hesitant but he nodded, “I’ll go gather a few things then and be off. The sooner I leave the sooner I’ll be back.”
“It’s one night,” You smiled, “And then we’ll be back at the castle tomorrow.”
You had waved Yoongi off before you continued on with your day.
Spending another few hours training with your bow you had eventually given up once the string of your bow hit a particularly sensitive spot on your forearm.
The rest of your day had been spent taking walks along the trail’s with Fenrir before eventually settling inside, roaming the halls and exploring empty rooms.
And eventually the afternoon came.
But slowly the sun began to set and a vague feeling of dread followed along with it.
Yoongi…would’ve been back by now, right?
Or perhaps it took him longer to clear out the bandits.
You nodded at this as you stayed curled up in your large chair, Fenrir curled up beneath your feet as he let out a sigh, as if sensing your discomfort and unsatisfied with it.
Continuing to read, time went on and soon the sun had set.
You had managed to get a fire going on your own and had lit the candles in the hall, making the estate feel less consuming then it had before but it didn’t quell your anxiousness as the hour went on later.
Yoongi would certainly be back by now…
You were certain you’d manage the commute back to the castle if you had too but…You wouldn’t feel right just leaving without him, but you also had no way of sending a message to the castle for help without going back yourself.
You felt at a loss for what to do, as you roamed the main hall, pausing at the sound of the gate opening. Opening the doorway you hurried out to the courtyard.
“Yoongi, I’ve been waiting all day, you worried me sick!” You stopped short at the sight ahead of you.
“Not who you were expecting?”
Di Jin’s smug smile was the last thing you saw before the sudden blow to your head caused your vision to go dark.
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“You look lost.” Jimin commented as he plopped in a seat right next to his dearest friend, both sat out for breakfast on the terrace.
“Was it a good idea sending her to the Estate?” Jungkook stared down in hard contemplation, his food untouched, “If something happens I won’t be able too…!”
He inhaled sharply as he forced himself to lean back in his chair, but despite the motion his body refused to relax.
You had left two days ago and he felt a void ever since.
Jungkook didn’t realize how much your presence had filled every inch of the castle until you had left, and now, he felt utterly useless, it was one thing for you to be mad at him, it was another for you to be gone.
Jimin looked amused but felt bad for him nonetheless, “Nothing is going to happen to her, the estate is nice and tucked away, the entire court has forgotten about it anyways, it hasn’t been used in years. You did a good thing.”
“Did I?” Jungkook finally slumped.
He had been constantly replaying his last memory of you, the conversation you both had before you left, the memory of you looking up at him for a long moment as if silently yearning for some form of affection.
It left Jungkook’s hands twitching and an unfamiliar ache in his chest, he couldn’t even describe how it felt. And he was honest when he spoke with you the night before, true he didn’t remember much, but what he did remember was straight from his heart, he thought he knew many things.
But after meeting you he found out quickly that he knew nothing at all.
Tomorrow, surely you’d be back tomorrow. You hadn’t given him an exact timeframe, but surely when you said a few days, you had meant no more then three?
“What if I-”
“No.” Jimin cut him off, “The whole point of her going was to get out of the castle and by default away from you. Not only that but what if something happened to Wheein while you were gone?”
Jungkook sunk back in his chair, that was right…He had promised you he would take care of anything that might possibly happen.
He wouldn’t let you down.
“Have you found any evidence yet?” Jungkook lowered his voice, his gaze lingering on the far side of the table where Claudin had been dining with a group of court ladies.
Jimin frowned, “Yes but the problem is getting it open,” He huffed, “I was able to slip into his room last night, it was empty but he has a lock box beneath a hollowed broken floorboard piece, seems he was in a hurry when he left, otherwise it wouldn’t have been left afar.
“Regardless I haven’t been able to crack the lock. Whatever is in there, it has a master’s lock on it. I’ll need at least another dozen picks before I even come close to cracking it.”
Jungkook sighed as he shook his head in disdain, “Of course when we need Yoongi he’s gone.”
Their elder would be able to open it within the hour if he was here.
Jimin frowned as well, “I’ll try again this afternoon.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, “That’s early for you.”
“We’re running out of time Jungkook,” Jimin sighed, sinking back into his chair as well, eyeing Claudin with a certain wryness, “I keep hearing stirrings from the guards about how they’ve narrowed their search, but they’re hellbent on saying it was Wheein.”
“Sire,”
They both paused at the sight of Taehyun, a frown on his face as he glanced between them both, an anxious look as he bowed slightly, “It’s the council…they’ve summoned you. It doesn’t sound good, you should come as well Jimin.”
Jungkook glanced at his friend but said nothing as he stood up, not liking this one bit.
The walk to the throne room was swift and Jungkook wasted no time in arriving, the other council members had just arrived as well.
Clearly he wasn’t the only one uncertain of what was going on, other members had started hushing whispers to one another, all glancing in Jungkook’s direction occasionally as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he glanced at the empty throne the seats on its left occupied by his aunt and uncle whispering to one another.
They both glanced at him once before quickly looking away.
The tension felt suffocating and the longer it lasted the more anxious Jungkook felt, seconds turned into minutes and the whispers began to get louder.
And all within a moment, the doors open and a sweepingly silence took over the room save for the sound of boots against the ground. Dae Seong walked with confience in every step before standing before everyone on the throne.
“It is with confidence I have come to announce something of the utmost importance,” His voice boomed, “The attempted assassination on our Crowned Princess, was indeed committed by her maid Jung Wheein, we have reason enough to believe it was her as all the evidence points as such. Her form of punishment will be burning at the stake, tonight at the height of the moon. I ask you all join me on this divine distribution of punishment,”
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Groaning softly your vision was blurry at first, and the first person to appear in your vision was not who you expected.
“Not so quick witted now are you Eunoian Bitch,” Seohyun sneered, her smirking figure beneath you as your vision of her doubled.
Your mind was confused as you only remembered Di Jin being here, your eyes closed briefly only for a sharp pain to spread through your side that you recognized as being kicked in the side by her.
Groaning your eyes opened and her eyes beaded, sneering at you as another voice spoke, “Come along now Seohyun, why don’t you go see if that insufferable knight has managed to come back yet, I will finish our business here.”
She eyed you warily but said no more as she left and soon Di Jin stood in front of you, “You have truly been a pain in my ass since I was enlisted to kill you, I only hope you realize that.”
There was no remorse in his eyes as he pulled the wickedly curved knife from it’s sheath and a sadistic smile curled on his face, “Don’t worry Princess, i’ll make sure you have a slow miserable death.”
Despite your sluggish movements, adrenaline had shot in your veins as you realized you were about to die, you had too much to live for still. You needed to see what would come of Eunoia, you needed to make sure Wheein was okay, that you would keep your promise to Jungkook.
You couldn’t die, and you would fight if it meant living to see it.
Your mind was slowly coming out of it’s haze as Di Jin stepped closer to you, realizing you were in the courtyard near the hay bales, the pile you had cleaned early next to you, your arm reached over to grab one of the planks, three long rusted nails sticking out of it.
You swung it with as much force as you could towards his legs, it made contact, the nail piercing his skin with a wet noise as he cried out in pain, falling back on the ground as he growled out. “You dumb bitch, a pain until the end!”
You attempted to crawl away, heart pounding in your ears as you scurried but he was still too mobile, yanking the plank out of his leg with a growl of pain as he managed to get on top of you, you caught his wrists as he attempted to plunge the knife in your throat, “I’ll enjoy watching the life leave your eyes. I’ll be sure to bring your head back for your little husband to see one last time.”
Your strength was already failing as you winced out, the knife slowly coming closer to your skin as you whimpered out as it pierced the first layer of your flesh.
It was an indescrible pain that had you yelping in pain,
“I’ll make these last few moments the most excruciating and perhaps if you beg me enough, I might just end your pathetic little life girl,” Di Jin grinned leaning in closer, “Maybe if you beg me more i’ll give you a little more than just a long death.”
He pushed the knife a little deeper as blood spilled from your skin making you cry out, his body weighing heavier on yours and his lips suddenly pressing to your ear, “Something tells me you’d prefer that over this.”
Something about his lips pressing against your skin lit something primal inside of you, every sense heightened inside you as your lips parted taking a wide bite into his neck, you could taste it first, the metallic flavor of blood running across your tongue and dripping down your throat and then his skin was next, uncomfortably soft and tender and next was the cartilage, it was rubbery and had hard bits in it, next was the sensation of something warm and wet against your face.
Di Jin could no longer properly speak, his grip suddenly loosened on the knife as you yanked the large chunk of flesh straight from his neck, grabbing the knife as you yanked it away shoving him down as you managed to get on top of him.
The chunk missing from his neck was ghastly, blood pooling on the ground, oozing everywhere and squirting from various places and he was gagging loudly, choking on his own blood.
Anger trembled in your body, it wasn’t enough, even with chunks of flesh missing and blood covering your face, skin hanging and cartilage visible it still wasn’t enough, before you could even think you plunged the knife into his neck, eyes blurring as you watched him gurgle, choking on his own blood as the life left his eyes.
Your hands were shaking as you waited for him to jump back to life to kill you, and then you slowly realized your vision was blurred from tears, your heart pounding as you took a shaky breath yanking the knife out of his neck before you let out blood curdling scream slamming it back in his neck again.
Jungkook’s betrayal.
Wheein being taken.
Exiled from your own kingdom.
Being forced to wed.
Made into a healer as a child.
Bone.
Blood.
Ash.
The mourning bells rang in your head and you could vividly taste the metallic on your tongue stronger than ever as the taste of raw flesh lingered in your throat.
Blood splattered upward as you stabbed the spot over again, all of the rage searing in your veins as Di Jin’s form became disfigured, his neck nearly separating his head from his body as you shoved the knife in deeper.
Hearing the wet gurgling noise as you heaved a breath, staring at his cold dead eyes staring back at you, the next scream was not your own, but it came closer within seconds before the door to the estate opened.
Seohyun was heavily bleeding from her left thigh, sporting a large bite as a loud snarl came from inside the door, shakily you stood up, “Fenrir, wait.”
The large wolf paused, and that's when you noticed the large gash on his leg, causing him to limp, rage quelled in your veins again as you limped over, Seohyun looked pale a ghost at the sight of you.
From the moment this woman met you, she had given you nothing but grief, attempted to humiliate you, belittle you, try to win a lost battle, attempt to kill you, and now she had hurt your precious companion.
Even with a mangled body behind you, it still wasn’t enough.
Tripping over her own two feet she fell down as you walked over, “We can talk about this Y/n!” Her eyes were as big as saucers, “Please! I’ll leave Penumbra and- and never come back.”
You felt nothing for her as you stood above her, watching pathetic tears drip down her face for a long moment, finally you knelt down, “If Penumbra has taught me anything Seohyun, It’s that some people do not deserve my forgiveness, nor my kindness.”
Her lips parted rapidly, her throat scratchy, and for the first time, you saw genuine fear in her eyes, “B-but you’re a Eunoian,”
Her words were pointed, bargaining, pleading even- if you listened close enough, “Eunoian’s don’t kill.”
Your lips slowly lifted into a joyless smile as you let out an uneasy laugh, “Well,” Your smile dropped, your hands were still shaky, unbridled rage still taunt in your veins.
The primal urge of need to prove her wrong, prove all of them wrong, that you would never again be looked down upon as weak or underestimated.
Your hand grabbed her neck, causing her to let out a choked sob as you squeezed it tight enough to choke her airway, yanking her nearly nose to nose with you.
“We’re not in Eunoia, are we?” Your nails dug into her neck, not stopping until you felt the blood from her skin oozing, you shoved her back before you stood up, ignoring her blubbering, tears trickling down her face as you walked away, “Fenrir.”
“Please!”
He let out a growl, “Attack.”
Her cries of agony were left of deaf ears as you walked back over to the corpse of Di Jin grabbing the knife from his neck and yanking it out before taking the sheath that went with it, adjusting it on your waist.
Collapsing on the ground away from him you noticed your hands for the first time, shaking, trembling as your vision blurred once more, scarred and covered in blood, just what had you done?
Fenrir’s mouth was covered in blood, but the whine didn’t escape your ears as he tenderly tried to sit down in front of you.
“I’m sorry.” You ushered, grief strong in your voice though uncertain of who it was for, yourself, your country, your companion, you reached out for him, gently rubbing your hand down his neck, “But we have a long journey ahead of us Fenrir.”
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The bells were ringing and a somber air had taken over, Jungkook had nearly lost his entire wits, his father had banished him from the room, not wanting to hear another word from him about this.
Being told he was too sentimental fell on deaf ears, he didn’t care, it was his friend, it was injustice, it was corrupt. He hated it, he hated that despite being the crowned prince, his son, his father simply didn’t care.
All Jungkook could do was wait for Jimin to unlock this damn box. But it felt as though it was too late, he was banned from so much as leaving his room, guards at his door there to keep him boxed in but this wouldn’t stop him.
pulling the cloak over his head, he opened the window, the bricks were jagged and uneven enough that he could easily climb down, he did it often when he was younger, much to the blindness of his father.
Scaling the wall, Jungkook got down, feet planted firmly on the ground as he kept the hood over his head tight as he made his way to the courtyard. A crowd had gathered, all wanting to witness the supposed assassin.
Nobody paid mind to him with his identity concealed, it would be soon now. If he couldn’t get evidence to get Wheein out, then Jungkook would take matters into his own hand. He didn’t want to have Wheein leave Penumbra, but if this is what it took to keep her safe until her innocence was proven, this is what he would do.
He owed so much of his existence to her, he couldn’t let this happen.
He wasn’t going to let this happen.
The bells stopped as Dae Seong stood up from his throne on the wooden stage they had set up, “We have all gathered here to see the execution of the assassin who tried to kill our crowned princess! Her very own handmaid, this is the killer, our own flesh and blood, and the punishment for a traitorous woman is fitting, burning of the steak!”
Wheein was brought out, her hands tied behind her back, her eyes had dark circles and she was crying as she shook her head, “Please! I would never do that to Penumbra! To Y/n! Please you have to believe me!”
But her cries were in vein as the crowd boo’d her, all shouting vile words her way as they dragged her down to the large wooden steak pyre that had been set up.
Jungkook shifted in his spot as he watched them begin to tie her up.
“Are there any last words you would like to impart to us traitor?” Dae Seong looked at her with pure disgust.
Wheein’s lips quivered as she parted them.
A loud bloodcurdling scream interrupted her before she could speak, the crowd tensed and everyone seemed alert, Jungkook was towards the front, having intended on getting her off there the right moment, but he quickly turned around to see people quickly departing and creating a path.
And the next thing he saw was hardly comprehensible.
You, covered in blood, your face was a horrific sight with it’s dried crimson color covering your mouth all the way down your neck, but what was even more horrifying was what was next to you, Fenrir limping beside you, a corpse held in his mouth.
Women screamed and men gasped in horror as they all moved.
The looks on the royals faces were indescribable, Dae Seong most of all, “What is the meaning of this?”
You stopped in front of the throne, Fenrir as if knowing this was the destination, dropped the body from his jaws, it smacked the ground with a wet echo, the head finally detaching from the body as it rolled towards Dae Seong.
You don’t think you had ever seen an expression quite like what Dae Seong had, and you were sure this would be the only time.
It was silent for a long moment before you finally spoke, your throat raw and scratchy, “That’s your assassin, he tried to kill me again just hours ago.”
Dae Seong’s look of shock slowly twisted into one of rage, “Where is your proof of this!” He stood up from his throne towering over you with a growl, “What does a girl like you have meddling in business you don’t understand and taking the lives of those who were helping!”
“Am I standing in front of you not proof enough?” You snarled back, “From the moment I have come to this kingdom I have been nothing but disrespected, disregarded, used, and seen as nothing more than a tool to further someone’s agenda. And i’m sick of it.”
“Even when it comes to my own life, you stand in front of me questioning it!”
“Why I ought too!-”
“I have it!” A voice cried out, Jimin was running from the side entrance of the courtyard, a notebook in his hand as he panted, his eyes widening when they set on you, ‘Y/n!? Are you okay? I have it, I have proof that Di Jin was the assassin! Here, your majesty.”
Dae Seong snatched it with a certain level of venom as he looked through the book, but slowly as his eyes read through, an unreadable look took over his face.
Exhaustion began to take over, your body beginning to sway.
Dae Seong closed the book with a sense of finality, “Very well,” He aid with gritted teeth, anger still simmering in his eyes, “Perhaps, you do have the grit to survive here princess.”
You didn’t hear his words though, your gaze had went down to the body of Di Jin, and swaying backwards you collapsed into an abyss of darkness, nothing more then multiple people calling your name.
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nhlclover · 4 months
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i think he knows | adam fantilli
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word count: 1.31k
summary: after pining for one another for a while, you finally make a move
warnings: not proofread, the section written in italics is a flashback, mentions of drinking, little bit of steamy activity and allusions to sex, kissing
notes: based on ‘i think he knows’ by taylor swift. first adam fic... not sure how i feel about this, it's kind of a mess
You were starting to go cross-eyed from staring at him so much.
Every chance you got, whenever Adam was preoccupied in a conversation with Dylan who was standing next to him, you’d catch a glance at him.
You were out at a bar in Nashville, celebrating Adam being drafted by Columbus. Adam had invited tons of people to be in his group of support for the draft, including you.
You and Adam met in class, being partnered together for a mini assignment. Over the course of the project and the rest of the school year, the two of you became close friends. Somewhere along the way, you’d developed feelings for him. However, you couldn’t work up the courage to tell him how you felt. So you stayed friends. Close friends.
His right hand was gripping his glass of whiskey, beads of condensation rolling down to his knuckles. You eyed him as he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip. Your brain was wracked with images of his hands running up and down your sides, getting to know your body like it’s his own.
“Can you quit staring at my brother like that? It’s creeping me out.”
You turn to face Luca whose face is scrunched up in disgust.
“What?” You say.
“You’re looking at him like you’re being starved and he’s a fucking filet mignon.” Luca scoffs, sipping from his beer.
Your cheeks heat up, trying to defend yourself against Luca. “I’m not…we’re not…I don’t like him like that.”
You immediately regret even saying anything as your words come out rushed and unsure.
“Oh please everyone here knows you two are drooling over one another and frankly it’s disgusting.” He says.
You sigh. “Is it that obvious?” You ask.
“Are you kidding me?” Luca asks, a grin tugging on his lips. “The tailgate party for the final football game of the season? Do you remember that?”
Adam knew what he was doing. He had to. He was wearing the UMich t-shirt you had cut into a tank after you told him he needed more variety in his wardrobe. You had also added that tanks were hot on guys. He had to be wearing it for you, right?
But then again there was the chance that this was all in your head. The flirting that Adam had been doing since you’d finished your joint assignment could all be in your head and was just him being nice.
Suddenly Adam was on his way over to you and your friends, who made an excuse to leave so the two of you could talk alone.
“Your DIY is a hit.” He says.
“I am an artist if I do say so myself.” You chuckle, fiddling with the choppy left sleeve of Adam’s shirt.
Your fingers brush his skin, a slight rush running up your fingertips. You look at Adam’s face, a soft smile on his lips as he looks down at you.
“What?” You ask.
“You look good.” He says.
“Thank you.” You smile.
There’s a beat of silence while the two of you hold eye contact.
“What, you’re not going to tell me I look good?” He asks.
You scoff at his cocky comment. “I don’t need to tell you something you already know.”
“Oh, you think I look good?” Adam smirks.
“That is not what I said.” You say.
“Mhm, but that’s what you were thinking.” He laughs.
Your cheeks flush pink, Adam smiling at the reaction he got out of you. He rests a hand on the wall, leaning over you.
“I’m serious, you look amazing.” He says.
Your cheeks flush even pinker, if possible, Adam slowly leaning his head down.
“Get a room!”
You and Adam turn your heads to where some of his teammates are. All of them are staring at you, smirking and laughing at the two of you. Adam flips them off, turning back to you. “I’m sorry about them.” He sighs.
“I-it’s okay. I’m going to go find my friends.” You say, weaving through the crowd to find your friends.
Adam walks over to his friends, a fake smile on his lips. “I hope you guys are all impotent.” He says.
“You’re blushing just thinking about him.” Luca groans.
You glance over to Adam who you find looking right back at you.
“Listen,” Luca says, drawing your eyes off his brother. “Go to him. Get out of here, and take him with you.”
“Are you whoring out your brother?” You ask jokingly.
Luca rolls his eyes, pushing you towards Adam. You walk over to Adam, stopping next to Dylan. When Dylan sees you, he makes an excuse, leaving the two of you alone.
“I just wanted to say congrats, again.” You say.
“Thank you.” Adam smiles.
“I’m going to head out now, though.” You say. “Go back to the hotel…”
You trail off, hoping he would pick up what you were putting down. Looking down at you, you feel your heartbeat skip under his gaze. “Okay.” Adam says.
That’s it? You furrow your eyebrows slightly, expecting Adam to have picked up on what you were insinuating. You are slightly confused until a smirk begins to tug on his lips. You should’ve expected this, as his attitude was a common thing you got to see. Something you’d always wanted to force away.
He stayed silent, not offering you much more than his eyes dragging up and down your body. Was he going to make you spell it out? If Adam was going to make you jump through hoops, you were at least going to do it under your terms.
“Yeah, go back… Get out of this tight dress, maybe take a hot bath… Try on my new set from Victoria Secret…” You trail off.
Adam gulps, and you can practically see him imagining you in a matching lingerie set. You had him obsessed with you and you completely understood why.
“Fuck.” He mumbled, shifting his feet to try and adjust himself.
You giggled, liking the effect you had on him. You rest your hands on his chest, flattening his dress shirt. You can practically feel his racing heart in his chest.
“Of course, there’s always room for a plus one.” You say softly.
That’s enough to push Adam over the edge, grabbing his glass from the table and downing the remainder of his drink. He takes your hand, pulling you out of the restaurant. You briefly stop by Luca, Adam asking him to tell their guests that he wasn’t feeling well so they were going back to the hotel. Luca agrees to cover, sneakily holding his hand out to high-five you as you pass him.
You and Adam step out into the warm Nashville air, walking down the sidewalk toward the car that Adam had rented. He hands you the keys, seeing as he had drunk and you hadn’t. You slide in the driver's seat, Adam’s hand finding your thigh immediately.
You start up the car, turning onto the street. You hit a light, looking over at Adam, whose eyes hadn’t left your face since you got in the car. The streetlights lit up his face, his normally light blue eyes looking like a darker indigo colour in the nighttime.
You continue down the streets of Nashville, eventually pulling into the parking lot of your hotel. You two were fast into the lobby and into the elevator. As soon as the doors shut, Adam’s hands were on your hips, pressing you against the metal wall. His lips connect to yours, your hands going into his hair. He deepens the kiss, causing you to instinctively tug on his roots, eliciting a groan.
When the doors open, you split apart, darting down the hall to your room. Fumbling with the keycard, you eventually unlock the door, you and Adam slipping inside, your tongues a tangled mess.
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His Angel part 2
Yandere! Cale henituse x Princess!reader x platonic yandere Henituse family
Warning : Mature content , hint about sexual activities , hint about pregnancy and abortion , minors not allowed.
Authors note :¯⁠\⁠_⁠ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ⁠_⁠/⁠¯
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Cale woke up... He looked at the other side of the bed was unexpectedly clean. We looked at the other side of the bed and smiled. He had asked the most talented Designer in the whole kingdom to make the most beautiful wedding dress for you. He stood up and walked towards the wedding dress mannequin.
The back of his hand rubbing the stomach part with eyes filled with so much love..... Then his fingers touched the breast part.... Your breasts are much more beautiful and puffed than this...... He gripped the waist and squeezed it ..... Lightly....( Not lightly) of the mannequin.
He still remember the way you used to squeal when he used to do the same ..... To your waist to get your attention .... but then you stopped going close to him..... And why would you not??? He was trying to seduce you and use you....
He hugged the mannequin as if he was hugging you. But frowned and get away from it when he remembered how disgusted you were by his touch. And how you wished that you will never again meet him . How could you ..... His angel... His beautiful wife....
He will make sure to find you. He got into the bath after undressing from his sleeping attire . A famous painter from your home kingdom .. Obelia empire.... Was visiting Raon kingdom. He had told Alberu to make it sure that the painter meets Cale. You broke all the methods he had to meet you . You restricted everything else other than the exchanges of education between both kingdom.
But don't worry he is not a master scammer for fun... He will find one way or other to get to you... And when he will ...... the things he will do for you. Ron came to tell Cale to hurry up as the painter had arrived and is waiting in the guest room.
Cale dressed up in hurry and got to the room the painter was waiting. The talk between the painter and Cale was too disturbing that even Alberu can feel the painter was a little frightened. Cale had requested a portrait of you and him together as large as possible.
His part was already drawn and only your part was left. He kept telling about how much lovely you looked and even when the painter was painting he was telling that which tint is your skin of and scolding him for using wrong tint of colour for your skin.
The painter almost completed the painting but the Cale said something that the painter stopped.
"If it's not rude younger may I ask you something??"
"Yess??" Cale said.
"How do you know our princess??? I mean it's true she is famous but the way you are talking about her .... It feels like you two know each other personally..."
"Oh about that she was our good frien.."
"She is my wife!!! "
And Alberu facepalmed . Cale looked so happy right now , he dragged the painter out of his seat to his bedroom. Where he showed him the wedding dress.... Your wedding dress. The painter was now fully disgusted seems like now he was able to realise something.
Cale happy was spinning around the mannequin and he said loud to the painter.
"She will look beautiful in it right????"
"So you were that bastard that hurt our princess???"
Huh???
Cale looked confuse for a sec but soon realised... Oh yes.... He hurted you.... And remember it.. but what the painter said next made both Cale and Alberu restless.
"Thank by the grace of god's our emperor didn't listened to our princess and aborted the child . Or else you could have gotten your devilish hands on her again by the means of the child."
"What??? Y-Y/n is pregnant???"
Cale slumped down on the ground. And Alberu was shocked enough that he too need a chair to sit or he would have fall.
"I'm not completing the painting for the devil who hurted and tried to taint our precious Goddess."
But before the painter could exit the room Cale grabbed him by his neck and squeezed it hard.
" You are completing the painting, and I will have her back... The child it's mine... The emperor can't take them away from me ."
"Cale the emperor already aborted it... Were you not listening???"
Cale stopped for a moment but then again started to tighten his grip on the painters neck.
"Why ??? How dare he?? Wh.."
"Or else she could have died!!!"
"......"
The silence filled the room and then Alberu was successful to push Cale away he made the painter sit and talk. He assured that Cale will not touch him again.
"Tell us what happened?? Fully...no details left."
The painter told them that how you arrived the empire with a stiff look on your face . Every person who saw you was heart broken. How you told your father that a scammer tried to scam you by trying to seduce you and you fall in love. But as soon as you knew about the truth you left.
Everyone was praising you. Every thing went to normal your father and sister who loves you so much were ready to bring the Roan kingdom down . But you made them cool down, reminding them that you are ok and they don't need to do that.
And how after a few weeks you fall ill. And then doctors confirmed you pregnant. All the people in the kingdom , the great mage who is your brother in law and even the temple were cursing...not you... But the person who hurted you.
But soon the Great mage and temple told that your body is weak just like your mother empress Diana who died during giving birth to you and if you continued your pregnancy you are doomed to die like your mother. And the emperor doesn't listened your pleading.
And your child was aborted.
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See You Next Summer
Chapter 3: Part 3: Northern Wind
- Ellie Williams x female reader
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Word count: 10k+
Warnings: Modern AU. Underage drinking. Set in Canada. Ellie and reader are 17 in this chapter. Swearing. ANGST. Confusion around coming to terms with one’s sexuality etc. Dancing around feelings, Lying about feelings etc. If I missed anything lmk please.
A/n: There is a part in this chapter where reader is picking out something to wear but I left it purposefully non-specific so just imagine whatever you feel comfortable in.
I sprinkled songs that fit the vibes throughout this chapter bc I had trouble picking one for the title lol.
This was prob one of my fav chapters to write but idk why I’m kinda nervous posting it lmao. I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think <3
⋆ ˙⟡☾ Northern Wind ☽ ⟡˙⋆
“She said what?” Liv furrows her brows and abruptly stops rolling the set of cutlery in front of her. It was the day after the party at Ellie’s and the two of you were halfway through your 6 hour dinner service shift.
You woke up that morning to the sound of Cat throwing up in the bathroom while Ellie was still fast asleep on the other end of the couch. Carefully you untangled your legs from Ellie’s and made your way to check on Cat.
You knocked gently on the bathroom door, “you okay in there?”
Cat cracks the door open slightly, “uh, yeah.” She says quietly, “sorry about last night, thanks for helping Ellie.”
“Oh no worries, it happens.” You shrug.
There was an awkward tension hanging thickly in the air. This was your first time speaking to Cat alone.
Cat clears her throat as she takes a moment to gather her words.
“I don’t mean to be…” she began, her voice hushed so that Ellie wouldn’t wake up, “I mean, I don’t want to seem like an overbearing girlfriend but, I’m just hoping that you’ll respect me and my relationship while I’m gone.”
“I’m sorry?” You’re a bit confused, almost threatened but Cat was speaking in a non-aggressive tone, she seemed so mature.
“It’s just—“ Cat sighs opening the bathroom door a little bit more, palming her forehead. “I see the way you look at her and I— I don’t know— I don’t hate you or anything, like I get it, Ellie is great. I just felt like I needed to say something before I left.”
Your jaw hangs slightly ajar for a moment as you process what Cat is saying to you.
“Oh Cat— please don’t worry.” You begin to internally panic, how the fuck could she tell?
“I’m not into girls, you have nothing to worry about.” You blurt, Jesus Christ, why were you lying needlessly??? “Ellie is just a really good friend to me, I’m sorry if I came off as….. weird or whatever.” You bite the inside of your cheek.
Cat nods as her lips form a tight line resembling a smile, but not quite. You can’t tell if she believes you.
“It was really nice to meet you this summer.” She says quietly.
“You too, safe travels home.” You smile a bit anxiously before you turn to walk towards the front door of the cabin.
You glance at Ellie, still asleep on the couch as you walk through the living room.
“Yup. She fucking clocked me,” you shrug as you roll a set of cutlery.
“I thought you were over Ellie?” Liv raises a brow as she reaches for another set of cutlery.
You roll your eyes, “I am.”
Liv hums in response. You could tell she doesn’t believe you.
“I wonder if Ellie told Cat you’re going together to the formal.” Liv says, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.
“Me too,” you sigh.
“Are you gonna tell Abby?” Liv asks.
“Yeah of course,” you nod, rolling another set of cutlery, “she’ll prob be pissed but I think she’ll understand.”
“Yeah she’ll def understand.” Liv says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes, “I don’t know, I’m pretty team Abby right now. If I were Cat I’d be fuckin pissed.”
“What?” You furrow your brows, “Ellie and I are just friends!”
“Yeah but Ellie has a girlfriend and in my opinion her ass should be going without a date if Cat can’t make it.”
You knew Liv was right, but it’s not really like you can take it back now. You just got back onto good-ish terms with Ellie, you didn’t want to fuck it up again.
“Aren’t you worried about Gabe and Dennis seeing you and Ellie going together to the formal and thinking you’re—” she glances around to make sure no one is within earshot, “you know, gay?” Liv whispers.
You roll your eyes, “fuck them.”
Now that you were actually in a situationship of sorts with Abby, being perceived as gay didn’t really bother you as much as it did a couple weeks ago. Sure, you weren’t ready to tell the world but you’ve slowly begun coming to terms with your sexuality.
“Ellie and I are just going as friends anyways, and I’m going to make that very clear to everyone.”
Liv gives you an unamused look as she sighs.
“Are you gonna tell Ellie what you told Abby?” Liv asked curiously.
“What?”
“That you’re actually into girls.” Liv said bluntly.
You sigh, “Now isn’t the best time, honestly.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know— it’ll make everything more confusing.”
“Why would it be confusing if you don’t like Ellie?” Liv says in a slightly harsh tone.
“I don’t like Ellie!” You spat, annoyed.
Liv paused for a moment, “are you gonna tell Ellie what Cat said?”
“You’re asking too many questions.” You scoff as you get up from the dining table, “I’m gonna put these away.”
You pick up the box of rolled cutlery and walk towards the hostess stand. Your eyes meet Abby’s who is behind the bar as you walk past the lounge. She nods, signalling for you to come over.
You put the rolled cutlery away and back track, walking towards the bar. Abby has a bar towel laid over her shoulder, she rests the palm of her hands on the bar as she watches you walk towards her. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach after the conversation you’d just had with Liv. You knew you had to tell her about Ellie asking you to the formal, you just had no idea when.
“Hey pretty girl.” She says quietly, a small smirk on her lips as you lean onto the bar in front of her.
“Hi.” You smile softly.
“How’re you?”
“I’m fine.” You shrug.
“You get home okay last night?” Abby asks, you can tell she’s trying to come off casually as she wipes the already clean counter with her bar towel.
You take a moment before replying, which causes her to direct her gaze from the counter to you.
“I uh— actually slept at Ellie’s.” You attempt to say nonchalantly, as if it didn’t matter at all. Which, it didn’t. She’s a good friend who also happens to have a really cool girlfriend.
“Oh?” Abby raises her brows slightly.
“Yeah, I uh— got too tired to go home so I crashed on the couch.”
Abby’s brows furrow slightly as she begins to slowly nod.
“Too tired to walk across the street?” she resumes wiping the counter. Her tone remained light.
You roll your eyes almost playfully, “c’mon Abs, don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not—” She looks up as she cracks a tiny, nervous smile.
You bite your lip, amused as you raise your brows.
“I’m not jealous.” Her confident demeanour returns as she places both hands on the counter leaning towards you again.
“You sure about that?” You tease in a hushed tone.
Abby smirks, “mhm,” you can feel the tension vibrating between you as her eyes remain fixed on yours.
Something about Abby’s confidence and the way she flirts is utterly irresistible to you. You want her. You can’t deny that.
Somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered what this type of energy would feel like coming from Ellie. Is this how Ellie makes Cat feel?
A pang hit your chest as you sweep that thought out of your mind. You shouldn’t be thinking about that.
“Ah-em.”
Both you and Abby almost jump.
“You two having a staring contest….. or?” Miranda, your manager interrupts.
You cringe as Abby picks up a glass and begins polishing it.
“Yeah— she keeps beating me” Abby chuckles awkwardly.
You crack a tight lipped smile at Miranda and b-line back to the hostess stand.
-
It’s been a week since the party at Ellie’s cabin. You’d spent a couple of nights at Abby’s, staying up late watching movies and playing board games. She hasn’t kissed you yet, though you could tell she has wanted to. You sensed her nerves and whenever you thought she might, she’d bail. You sure as hell weren’t going to make the first move so you waited.
Neither of you had suggested establishing anything serious. You knew you weren’t ready for that anyway and Abby was patient with you. Of course she made it known that she was interested by the way she spoke and acted towards you but she acknowledged your inexperience in sapphic dating and in general so she went along with your pace.
Abby was good at controlling her emotions and ignoring the jealous pang that would hit her chest every time you’d brought Ellie up while telling stories from past summers. Though you’d told her a dozen times that you were just friends now and in the past but her intuition told her otherwise.
It's Friday and you have the weekend off. With Abby and Liv both working late, you've designated tonight for indulging in your own company, perhaps wallowing a bit in your sorrows. Throughout the week, you've kept yourself occupied with work and focused on Abby, deliberately trying to keep Ellie at arm's length since Cat left. Ellie had texted you a couple of times asking if you were busy— and you technically were, with Abby and work. So it wasn’t like you were avoiding her on purpose…. sorta.
The inner turmoil you were experiencing was becoming a lot. Your conversation with Cat kept repeating in your head as you tried to recall every interaction with Ellie you’ve had this summer. Obsessing over the subtle nuances of your behaviour. You felt embarrassed but you weren’t exactly sure of what.
Did Ellie notice too? Was I coming off as some kind of creep? Did Ellie say something to Cat?
You groan as you pull your blanket over your head. Overthinking was a curse, you just want to shut your brain off.
In the dimness of your room lit by the soft flow from the string lights draped around the curtain rod above your window. You lay wrapped up under your covers, you've decided that City and Colour would host the melodic backdrop to your evening of bed rotting.
Drained and depleted, you can't help but question if your constant busyness has taken its toll. Why do you even feel like you need to be distracted? If you didn’t have actual feelings for Ellie you wouldn’t have to try this hard not the think about her. Fuckin liar.
You lie to Liv about not having feelings for Ellie, you don’t have to lie to yourself. Or maybe you do? Fake it ‘til you make it? That’s a thing, right?
You let out a deep sigh as you roll over to face the wall.
You’re frustrated for wanting someone who doesn’t want you. Especially since Abby is right there in front of you, being anything and everything you could possibly want in a girl. You don’t want to hurt her.
Not to mention, Ellie has a girlfriend. Shit, she doesn’t even know you’re into girls since you’ve basically drilled it into her head that you’re not.
-knock knock-
You roll your eyes at your mom interrupting your thoughts.
“I’m sleeping, mom.” You groan loud enough for her to hear you through the closed door.
You hear the door crack open.
“Lily? It’s Ellie.” Her familiar voice rasps quietly.
What the fuck?
You half sit up in bed and turn towards the door.
“Oh, sorry I—“ you began.
“No— Shit. Sorry, I shouldn’t have—“ Ellie began to close the door.
“No—you can come in.” you blurt.
Ellie pauses for a moment, unsure if you were being genuine or not.
“Come in.” You repeat yourself.
“Okay.” Ellie whispers, she sounds nervous. She steps in and closes the door behind her.
Your bedroom is dim but you can make out her silhouette as she stands awkwardly twiddling her fingers in front of your closed bedroom door.
There was a palpable tension between the two of you but you weren’t sure if it was her or if it was you facilitating the atmosphere.
“Your mom let me in, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have just barged up here.” Ellie said quietly.
“No it’s all good I was just— chillin.” You replied, attempting to be casual as if you weren’t moping over her listening to City and Colour, which continued softly playing in the background.
“I thought you were sleeping.” Ellie chuckled softly.
“Same thing,” you shrug as you pull yourself from under the covers, smoothing down the duvet so Ellie can have space to sit. You pat the other end of your bed, signalling her to sit down.
Ellie scratches the back of her neck as she walks towards your bed. Your eyes inadvertently fix on her torso as her white t-shirt lifts up, catching a glance at the boxers peeking out of her grey sweats.
You flick your eyes away, you could feel your face burn hot.
She takes a seat opposite to you while you adjust yourself to sit cross legged at the head of your bed.
You clear your throat, unsure of what to say.
“Are you doing okay?” Ellie finally asks, the room was dim but you swear you could see her deep green eyes.
“Yeah, why?” You quip, attempting to keep your tone light. Nothing was technically wrong after all. Right?
Ellie shrugs, her eyes leaving yours and fixing on her twiddling fingers, “I don’t know, just seems like you’ve been avoiding me all week.” She shrugs.
You bite your bottom lip, “sorry I’ve just been busy,” you come up with a half assed excuse.
The room goes silent, besides the music.
“Did I—” Ellie begins but she stops herself. Her eyes meet yours once again. “Did I weird you out by asking you to the formal?”
“What? No,” you shake your head as your brows furrow slightly.
“Like, if you wanted to go with someone else you can just tell me.” Ellie’s eyes return to her hands.
“No it’s not that.” You rub your forehead.
“So there is something wrong?”
“No I didn’t say that—”
“I mean you kinda implied something is wrong since you said ‘it’s not that’.” Ellie shrugged.
You sigh, pausing for a moment.
“Does Cat know you asked me to the formal?” You ask.
You watch Ellie bite her bottom lip as her eyes avert out the window as she takes a moment to think.
“Yeah.” She lied.
“And she’s okay with it?”
“Yeah.” Ellie shrugs, “she doesn’t care, she know’s you’re straight,” she pauses, thinking for a moment before she continues, “and she knows I don’t like you like that, not anymore at least.”
And that sealed the deal for you. Ellie Williams doesn’t like you like that, she sees you just as a friend. You blew your chance that night on the porch last summer. And all the times you told anyone who would listen that you weren’t into girls. She practically begged you to say it, and you couldn’t and now that ship has sailed. You didn’t know why any part of you held out a sliver of hope anyway. It’s not like you were actually doing anything to try to reverse the damage done, and it’s not like you could. She’s had a girlfriend this entire time.
It’s time to start acting like her friend and just accept that’s all you’re ever going to be.
“Right.” You nod in response.
Silence filled the room once again besides the music quietly playing from your speaker.
“City and Colour?” Ellie asks.
“Mhm” you hum quietly.
“Northern Wind is my favourite song on this album.”
You knew the song well since you’d spent countless hours over the last year listening to it with her on your mind.
“Why?” You decide to ask, attempting to make conversation.
“Reminds me of someone.” She shrugs.
You got a sinking feeling in your gut as you focus your sight out your bedroom window, you shouldn’t have asked. You didn’t press further, allowing silence to fall over the two of you once again.
Ellie examines your face, illuminated by the dimly lit string lights.
“Can we go back to how we used to be?” Ellie broke the silence once again, "how we were when we were younger?"
Your eyes meet hers. Her expression is soft and you could see some form of hurt in her eyes. You know she cares for your friendship.
You nodded, “sorry— I know we were just getting back to how things were last weekend and then I kinda fucked it up by avoiding you a bit.”
“It’s fine. Come here,” Ellie gently grabs onto your two hands, pulling you towards her and bringing you in for a hug.
You and Ellie spent the rest of the night talking and playing a couple rounds of Mario Kart, eventually falling asleep watching Interstellar. You in your bed while Ellie slept on the floor.
⋆ ˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆
The morning sun filtering softly through your curtained window woke Ellie up the next morning. Her back ached from the hardwood flooring in your room. Quietly, she sat up to check if you were still asleep, which you were.
Ellie glanced at the clock on your dresser, 9am. She’d decided to go pick up breakfast for the two of you at Misty’s Diner.
Ellie greeted your parents good morning in the living room and asked if they’d wanted anything from the diner. After taking their orders she stepped out into the warm morning Sun and began making her way to Misty’s.
Upon entering Misty’s she’d immediately noticed the brawny blonde a few people in line in front of her.
“Fuck me.” Ellie whispered under her breath.
Eventually her order was taken, she felt Abby staring into the side of her face the entire time. Ellie felt like she had no choice but to acknowledge her presence. She sighed quietly as she walked towards Abby who was waiting to the side of the counter, where the take out orders are served.
“Hey.” Ellie nodded at Abby, who was leaned up against a counter. Ellie stood beside her, leaning against the same counter attempting to appear somewhat confident next to Abby’s large stature.
“Hey,” Abby forced a smile, “how’s it going?”
“Not too bad,” Ellie shrugged, “you?”
“Good.” Abby responded.
Ellie cringed at the awkward tension as she wracked her brain for something to say.
“What’d you got planned for today?” Abby tried to make friendly conversation, she knows that’s what you would want her to do. Besides, why couldn’t she be friendly with one of your friends?
“Oh um, I’m taking y/n into the city to look for something to wear to the formal.” Ellie shrugged casually.
Abby crossed her arms as she became a bit uncomfortable. “Oh. I didn’t know she was going to the formal.”
Ellie couldn’t help but smirk a tiny bit. “Yeah, we’re all going, you should come.”
“Yeah, I’ll think about it... Cat gonna be back in town to be your date?” Abby asked curiously.
“No,” Ellie scratched the back of her neck as she took a moment to think about what she was about to say. It’s not like Abby was your girlfriend but she could tell that Abby is definitely into you. Ellie knew the feeling too well, she could spot it in another person from a mile away.
“Y/n is actually my date.” She said casually, biting back a smug smirk that attempted to tug at the corner of her mouth.
She decided not to clarify that the two of you were going friends. The look on Abby’s face gave her a sick feeling of satisfaction.
Abby raised her brows in surprise, then furrowing in brief annoyance before she reeled her emotions back. “Oh, nice that’ll be a lot of fun.” Abby replied plainly.
She almost felt bad for the girl. She knew what it felt like to be in Abby’s position, falling for you. Ellie wondered if you’d made it clear to Abby that you were straight like you’d made it clear to her.
“Order 23!” A lady at the counter called out, pulling Ellie from her thoughts.
“That’s me. Tell y/n I say hi.” Abby said flatly before making her way to the counter.
⋆ ˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆
You got out of bed and freshened up while Ellie was out grabbing breakfast. Once she got back the two of you ate with your parents in the dining room before hopping into Joel’s truck and starting the 3 hour drive into the city.
Ellie had asked you the night before what you were wearing to the formal so that she could try to match. You’d soon both realized that neither of you had appropriate outfits to wear to such an event.
“Any idea what colours you wanna wear?” You ask Ellie from the passenger seat as you scroll through her Spotify, looking for a song to play.
“I don’t know,” Ellie thought for a moment, her left hand resting on the top of the steering wheel while her right arm draped lazily over the centre console. “Why don’t you pick something out and then I’ll just find something that kinda matches?”
“Sure,” you shrug as you hit play on Tennessee Whiskey.
“This song reminds me of Joel.” Ellie chuckles as she turns the volume up.
You begin to chuckle too, “isn’t he from Texas?” You squint at her.
She shrugs as she glances over at you, “I dunno, Texas, Tennessee— same shit.” You both begin to laugh.
The two of you spend the three hour drive taking turns picking songs and loudly belting them out to each other.
-
Your shopping trip was successful and you found something you loved and felt comfortable in. Ellie opted to keep in simple with a clean black vest x suit combo that complimented your outfit nicely.
“Ready to head back?” Ellie asks as she shuts the driver side door of Joel’s truck.
"Yup," you reply, buckling your seatbelt.
Ellie pulls out of the parking lot and begins the drive back to Lakeview. The warm sun shining through the truck’s windows made you feel a bit sleepy.
Leaning against the passenger door, you position yourself to face Ellie slightly. Your eyes are drawn to her tattoo, visible as her arm rests on the center console. Your gaze traces up and down it.
“What?” Ellie asks curiously when she notices you staring. Your eyes meet hers only for a second before her gaze returns to the highway ahead.
“Did it hurt?” Your eyes fix on her tattoo once again.
Ellie glances down at her arm for a moment, “nah, not really. Which is good because it’s not finished, Cat has a bit more work to do on it.”
You hum in response as your eyes focus on the highway. A tattoo is so… permanent. Cat’s art permanently etched into Ellie’s arm. Every time she looks at it for the rest of her life she’ll probably think of Cat.
Lucky Cat.
“You ever gonna get a tattoo?” Ellie interrupts your thoughts.
“Mmmm yeah I think so.”
Ellie seems a bit surprised, “oh yeah? What would you get?”
You shrug, “I don’t know, what do you think I should get?”
Ellie thinks for a moment, “hmmm, you should get a lily of the valley.”
“Oh yeah, so I can think of you every time I look at it?” You roll your eyes.
“Exactly!” she teases.
You chuckle, “sure, if you get one too.”
Ellie pauses for a moment.
“I mean— I would.” She shrugs, a smirk on her face.
You chuckle, not taking her seriously, “shut up.” You nudge her arm with your elbow.
“Ouch! I’m serious!” She feigns pain.
You roll your eyes again, “alright I’m holding you to that then.”
You honestly wouldn’t mind having a matching tattoo with Ellie, you think it’s kind of sweet. Something for just the two of you.
“I can ask Cat to bring her tattoo machine next summer.” Ellie says casually.
The momentary sweetness dissipates, leaving behind a sour taste, you bite back the frown edging at the corner of your lips. Of course Ellie’s girlfriend would do the tattoos.
“Yeah we’ll see.” You force a smile.
You couldn’t tell if Ellie noticed your change in tone but you decided to redirect the conversation elsewhere for the rest of the drive back to Lakeview.
It was around 7pm when you and Ellie made it back to Lakeview.
“You wanna come in for dinner?” You ask as Ellie pulls into her driveway.
“Shit, sorry Lily. I’ve got dinner with Joel.” She scratches the back of her neck.
Am I being obvious? You worried to yourself.
“No worries,” you felt your cheeks go a bit hot as you reach into the backseat to grab your shopping bag, “see you around?”
“Of course.” Ellie extended her tattooed hand towards you, signalling for an embrace.
You lean over the centre console to hug her.
⋆ ˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆
“Hey Kiddo.” Joel said from the kitchen as Ellie walked in through the front door.
“Hey.” She said as she set her shopping bag down, “what’re you making?” She peeks over into the kitchen.
“Steak.”
“Mmmm” Ellie took in the lingering aroma.
“I made you one, here whenever you want it.” Joel announced as he loaded up his plate. His tv dinner table was set up in front of his armchair, some sort of documentary about cowboys already playing on the tv.
Ellie hated that telling white lies has seemed to become a habit.
“Thanks Joel.” She says quietly as she begins to make her way towards her room, “I gotta FaceTime date with Cat, I’ll be out to eat in a little bit.”
Joel nods in her direction as she shuts her bedroom door.
“Hey babe,” Ellie smiles when Cat answered her FaceTime call.
“Where have you been? You were supposed to call an hour ago.” Cat doesn’t look pleased.
“I’m sorry, I got caught up with something.” Ellie sighs.
“With what?” Cat presses, annoyed.
“Helping Joel with something, babe. Just drop it please, I miss you.” Ellie deflected.
Cat sighs in response, "I miss you too baby."
⋆ ˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆
Since Ellie was busy with dinner tonight you decided you’d go over to Abby’s. You thought it was time you should tell her about Ellie asking you to the formal.
You knock gently on the front door of Abby’s cabin and after a moment you her heavy footsteps approach. She looked surprised when she opened the door and saw you standing there, a warm smile on your face which quickly fell upon reading Abby’s energy.
“What’s up?” Abby asks flatly, standing in the doorway. Her body language was cold, usually she would step aside and let you in by now, asking how your day had been.
“What’s wrong?” You ask immediately.
“Why do you think something's wrong?” Abby shrugged.
“You’re acting weird.” Abby has never made you feel this way before.
“Just wasn’t expecting you," she shrugs again, "shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?”
“What?” Your brows furrowed.
“You could’ve just told me about Ellie, you know.” Abby sneers.
“What’re you talking about?”
“She’s taking you to the formal? Thanks for the fuckin heads up by the way, I can’t believe I had to hear it from her.” Abby scowled, “did she break up with Cat for you?”
“Shit” you mutter under your breath, you’d never felt scared of losing Abby until now. “Let me explain, please.”
Abby crosses her arms and leans on the doorframe, waiting expectantly.
“When I stayed over at her house, she was drunk and asked me to go as friends and I was drunk and said yes. It’s stupid, I know. I wasn’t even supposed to go but I heard everyone is going and I just— I’m really sorry, I should’ve told you.” You blurted in a single breath.
Abby didn’t say anything for a moment.
“You had all week to tell me.” She looked disappointed more than angry.
“I know, I’m sorry. I’m stupid.” You sigh.
“You’re not—“ Abby sighs as she steps aside, “come in.”
You step inside and set you bag down on the ground as Abby walks into the living and takes a seat on the couch, resting her elbows on her knees as her finger tips interlock.
"I know I don't have a place to you know, be mad or whatever because you're not my—." Abby sighs, "we're not together or anything but it’s just confusing.” She sits back in the couch, averting her eyes away from you.
You felt terrible and understood where Abby was coming from. No shit it looks weird, going to the formal with Ellie. But you and Ellie are just friends. That’s all.
You sit next to Abby on the couch, examining her expression as she refuses to look at you.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, “I can tell Ellie that I can’t be her date anymore—“
“No.” Abby cut you off, “it’s fine, I work late that night anyway.” She shakes her head.
You can tell she’s angry but she’s holding back.
“I’m sorry.” You say again.
The room goes silent, you can tell Abby is running through her thoughts in her mind.
Abby sighs, “I’m just being insecure. Overthinking. Threatened, maybe.” She lets out a strained chuckle.
You nudge closer to her on the couch, resting your head on her solid shoulder “you have nothing to be insecure about, okay?”
She forces a small smile. Her energy warming up a tad as she places her left hand on your thigh. “Your best friend is next best I guess,” she sighs, “if I can’t take you.”
You admired Abby's effort to find the silver lining in situations, even though you could sense her discomfort.
"Wanna hang after the formal? I can stay the night?" You’re trying to make it up to her.
Abby nods in agreement, "yeah, I think that'd be great."
-
It's the second last Saturday of summer and the morning of the formal. You had trouble falling asleep the night before, your mind keeping you up thinking about how today would pan out.
Just make it through the night and then you’ll be with Abby and it’ll be a breeze. You kept telling yourself.
Liv was right, Ellie should be going to the formal alone. You felt bad for Cat, it felt like you were doing the opposite of what she asked you to do.
We're just friends.
Besides, you felt prepared to commit to Abby. Every aspect of her appealed to you, and isn't that what happens when you're drawn to someone? You start to take things seriously? Right?
You rub your forehead as you walk downstairs for breakfast.
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Everyone had arranged to gather at your cabin before the formal for photos and some covert pre-gaming while avoiding your parents' watchful eyes. You dedicated the entire afternoon to getting ready, ensuring you felt and looked your best for the occasion.
Liv was the first to arrive.
"Oh my god, you look amazing!" She beamed.
"Me? Look at you!" You grazed your eyes over Liv who was in a red floor length dress. Her hair was pinned behind her ear and she held a little black clutch purse.
"Oh stop," Liv began to blush.
The two of you made your way up to your room to wait for everyone else. You wanted to have a pre-brief before your other friends arrived.
"I heard you went to the city with Ellie." Liv smirked as she took a seat on your bed.
"And who told you that?" You rolled your eyes.
"Abby," she shrugged, "she got to work, fuming the other day 'cause she ran into Ellie at Misty's. She thought you guys were dating since you're going to the formal together." Liv raised her brows in an 'i told you so' manner.
"Yeah, well we've ironed that all out." You shrug as you apply a bit of powder to your nose in your vanity mirror, "I think I'm ready to get serious with her." You admit.
"What?" Liv chirps, excitedly. "Like you wanna be girlfriends?"
You roll your eyes, "I don't know, I'm not—" you think for a moment, "I'm not going to ask her to be my girlfriend but I think I'm just going to tell her I like her a lot or whatever."
You didn't really know what you were going to say to Abby later but you knew you wanted to say something. Abby was giving you space to set the pace so you felt the need to communicate your readiness for the next phase.
"That's cute," Liv smiled, "just make sure Ellie doesn't hear, she'll prob strangle Abby." She teases.
You scoff in response, "shut up, Ellie said herself that she doesn't like me anymore and for fucks sake Liv, she has a girlfriend!"
"I'm just kidding!" Liv smiles.
"Whatever," you scoff playfully.
"Girls!" Your mom calls from downstairs.
You and Liv greet Julia, Gabe and Dennis with warm hugs and exchanges of compliments. The trio are in their best attire, the boys in navy and grey suits and Julia is in a floor length blue dress, her arm hooked around Dennis'.
"Hey date," Liv smiles at Gabe. He's wearing a red bow tie to match Liv's dress. She hooks her arm onto his.
Your brows furrow slightly at Liv.
"It's so great that we're an even numbered friend group and we can all take each other as dates," Liv announces as she winks at you.
Liv is the fucking best. Of course she would get everyone to go as each other's dates to take the heat off of you and Ellie.
"Where's Ellie?" Gabe asks you.
"Umm, she should be here soon." You shrug.
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"I gotta go babe," Ellie says to Cat on facetime as she straightens the collar of her suit jacket.
"You look real great babe, have fun. Don't do anything stupid, please." Cat attempts to keep her tone light.
Ellie rolls her eyes, "you know I won't."
Cat sighs, "sorry, I know. I love you, text me."
"I will, love you. Bye." Ellie hangs up the call before stepping out of her bedroom.
"Looking good kiddo," Joel says, putting his book on the arm of his chair in the living room as he stands, "now let me get a picture of you." Joel reaches into his back pocket for his phone.
Ellie scoffs, "c'mon, I don't—." She rolls her eyes, blushing a bit.
"What! I've never seen you looking so spiffy, kid." Joel chuckles as he holds his phone up, "can you at least smile!"
Ellie rolls her eyes again, standing a bit awkwardly, her hands tucked into her pant pockets as she smiles. Joel takes a couple seconds to hit the button to take the picture, Ellie can't help but chuckle.
*click*
"Alright. Have a good time, okay?" Joel nods at Ellie, "call me if you need to be picked up."
"Will do," Ellie nods as she grabs the small bouquet of flowers she'd picked that morning off of the console table near the door.
"What's that?" Joel asks curiously.
"Oh, um, they're for Lily. Uh— she's my friend-date." Ellie scratches the back of her neck.
Joel chuckles lowly, "I've taught you well." He teases.
Ellie snorts, "yeah yeah, see you later."
Ellie was undoubtably nervous and she didn’t really know why. Anxiety bubbled in her stomach as she counted the steps she took across the street and up your front walkway. She gripped the bouquet with her left hand as her right thumb anxiously tapped each finger as if she were counting them. As she made her way up the steps and onto your porch she could hear the music and chatter inside. Ellie took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping in.
Her eyes first landed on the back of you in the living room, you hadn't noticed her come in yet. For some reason Ellie's anxiety washed away the moment she laid eyes on you.
"Ellie's here!" Julia squealed, Ellie could tell she's already had a couple sneaky shots.
Everyone turned their attention to Ellie as she walked from the sunroom into the living room, you stood up from your seat as your eyes washed over her.
She was dressed in an all-black suit, but instead of the usual collared dress shirt, she opted for a black buttoned-up vest that left a hint of her chest exposed. Her hair was pulled back in her usual half up bun, her bangs framing her face perfectly.
Time seemed to slow down for a moment, leaving you breathless. You noticed the bouquet of flowers she held in her left hand before your eyes met hers.
"Jeez Ellie, you're making Dennis and I look like shit dates." Gabe pulls your mind back to reality as he nudges Ellie's shoulder with his.
Ellie cringed internally for a moment, suddenly she felt like she was doing too much. It was in Ellie’s nature to be sweet when it came to you. Even when she tried to maintain her tough and angry facade earlier in the summer at the first party of the season, you broke her walls down almost immediately. So when she came across the perfect wildflowers while on a walk that morning she couldn’t help herself, she knew you’d love them.
Ellie watched you walk towards her, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Hey El," you smile as you approach.
Ellie clears her throat, "hey," she holds the bouquet out to you.
The first flower you notice is the lily of the valley in the middle of the arrangement. You then notice the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, you force yourself to ignore them. She doesn’t like you anymore.
You take the flowers into your hands, "thanks Ellie, you really didn—”
"Nah, don't worry about it." Ellie blurts as she scratches the back of her neck, her cheeks dusted pink.
"They're really beautiful." You hook your free arm around her and give her a hug.
"You look great," Ellie says quietly as you both pull away from the hug.
"Thanks, you do too." You smile.
Your parents decided to go to Potenza's for dinner which gave you and your friends the space to hang out before the formal. The six of you opted to skip the formal's dinner and just show up for the dance portion around 9pm.
After placing the bouquet in a vase with sugared water you take a seat beside Ellie on the couch. The other two couples were fully engaged in a debate about which local diner made the better breakfast sandwich, Misty's or Grey's. You were definitely team Misty.
You poured you and Ellie a shot each and held her shot glass out to her.
"To a good night." You toasted between the two of you, holding your shot glass out in front of you.
Ellie clinked her glass on yours, "to a good night."
A couple shots later, you were feeling fuzzy and you could tell everyone else was too.
"My dad's going to be here in 10!" Julia yells over the music loudly playing from the sound bar under the TV. Her dad has a 7 seater van that would be your limo for the night.
You decide to run up to your room quickly to freshen up. As you blot your cheek you hear your door click open. You watch Ellie through your vanity mirror as she enters your room, quietly shutting the door behind her.
"You okay?" You ask as you turn around.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Ellie says in a hushed tone, "just needed a minute, I think." She sighs as she leans back against the door, her hands in her pockets and an almost smug smirk on her face. She’s drunk and you could tell.
You examine Ellie's expression, her eyes are glossy and she seems a bit more confident than usual but she's mostly composed.
"Yeah, it's a lot down there." You chuckle. Everyone was decently drunk, you couldn't help but feel a bit concerned that your friends might get a tad too rowdy at the formal.
There's a palpable tension in the air between you and Ellie. She's looking directly at you, as you are her, but she looks like she wants to say something.
"I uh—." She begins but stops herself, chuckling as she shakes her head before leaning it back against the closed door, her gaze locked in on you. You can tell she's overthinking what she wants to say.
"What?" You can't help but chuckle too.
"I..... don't know how to..." her sentence drifts off as she scratches the back of her neck, her gaze averting elsewhere, the drunken confidence having slipped away.
"How to what?"
Ellie shrugs, "dance?" Her brows furrow and she seems almost embarrassed.
You start to giggle, "and you think I do?" Her eyes meet yours again.
"Wait— you don't?" Ellie smiles, but her expression reads disbelief.
"Fuck no," you begin to laugh.
"Fuck," Ellie says under her breath, "what'do we do? Not dance at the formal?" She teases.
You scoff and roll your eyes playfully, "we can't not dance at the formal," you announce sarcastically.
You both begin to laugh.
"Should we..?" Ellie begins again but stops herself mid sentence.
"What?" You furrow your brows, a smirk tugging at your lips, "you wanna practice?"
Ellie shrugs, "I mean, you're the one who suggested it so yeah, sure, whatever you want." A devious smile across her face.
You roll your eyes, was Ellie flirting with you? You gaze into her eyes, trying to figure out if she was being serious or not.
"Here," She held up her hands, signalling for you to step closer, so you step towards her.
"I think I put my hand here," she places her right hand around your back as she holds her left up, waiting for you.
You cautiously place your left hand on her shoulder and your right hand into her left. Your eyes meet Ellie's, your faces mere inches from one another as the butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter once again. She smiles lightly as you both begin to sway side to side.
You can faintly hear Cherry playing from the living room through your door.
"Seems like you've done this before." You whisper.
Ellie chuckles quietly, "I guess I'm just a natural." Her eyes fixed on yours. You feel the urge to avert your gaze, but it's as if you're physically unable to do so. There's something about Ellie that captivates you, making everything else fade away—the music, the chatter from downstairs—all suddenly muted. Time seems to stretch as you sway together, enveloped in each other’s presence.
You watch Ellie's eyes as they quickly shift from yours to your lips and then back again. With each passing moment, the air between you grows heavier, filled with unspoken longing. You notice her breathing deepen as your right hand lets go of her left and it rest on her chest, her left hand wrapping around your waist.
Could she feel this too?
You feel her right thumb softly caress you at the small of your back.
What kind of friend does that? She has to feel this too.
You watch as she subtly licks her lip, finding yourself doing the same. You swear you could hear both of your hearts beating in sync as the magnetism began to pull you closer. Suddenly you were no longer swaying, instead still. Your eyes meet, and then instinctively drift to each other's lips, a wordless invitation hanging between you. Ellie leans closer, hungry to close the gap but she pauses, waiting for you to meet her half way.
Your lips part as a sharp breath escapes your mouth. You want this, so bad.
You inch closer, you feel Ellie's breath on your lips as she waits for you.
"MY DAD'S HERE." Julia pounds on your bedroom door. You break away from each other, both knowing that what was about to happen was wrong.
Ellie's brows furrow as she squeezes the bridge of her nose with her right thumb and index finger, "I'm sorry— that was dumb— " she stuttered.
"No— it's whatever, we're drunk." You try to play it off as you grab your bag off of your bed, "let's go." You walk out of your room ahead of Ellie, biting your lip in frustration with yourself. You want Abby. You yell in your head. Your mind flashes back to the night Ellie basically friend-zoned you in your bedroom and then to your conversation with Cat. You give your head a shake. Don’t be fucking stupid.
"Fuck." Ellie sighs under her breath, following closely behind you.
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Ellie's mind raced as she sat next to you at the very back of Julia's dad's van. Her palms felt clammy as they rested on her knees, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. Deep down, she knew that whatever was about to unfold in your bedroom was wrong, yet there was an undeniable feeling of rightness to it, a sense of inevitability that she couldn't shake.
But it couldn't be right. She has a girlfriend and you're straight. End of story.
"Hey, you okay?" You ask softly, pulling Ellie from her thoughts.
Her attention turns to you as she musters a tight lipped smile, "yeah," she nods her head as her eyes meet yours, "never been better." You could tell she was lying and you knew why.
Of course you wanted to kiss Ellie and in a perfect world you might have. But you're glad Julia interrupted, it wouldn't be right to do that to Cat and Abby.
You weren’t sure if you believed that Ellie didn’t like you anymore like she’d told you that night. Regardless, your friendship with her was more important than having her in that way. You won’t let an almost kiss happen again.
"I can tell you're lying, you know," you remark, nudging Ellie gently with your elbow. You open your bag and grab your flask, passing it to her. "Friends almost—" you pause, lowering your voice as you glance around at your chatting friends, "drunk friends almost kiss sometimes, it's whatever," you reassure her, trying to ease the tension in the air.
Ellie lets out a sigh, her fingers tightening around the flask as she takes a swig. The word "friends" stings a bit, echoing in her mind as she feels a mixture of emotions swirling within her. The burn of the vodka down her throat emulates the unease in her chest as her gaze returns out the window.
For the first time Ellie questions if she can truly be your friend. Despite the ten months of simmering discontent prior to this summer, she always knew that she could come back to you.
But you’re a distraction that has her telling little white lies to her girlfriend. Sure, it’s Ellie’s decision to lie but she wouldn’t feel the need to lie if being around you didn’t feel so wrong. And it felt wrong because frankly, Ellie is in love with you and she knows it.
Thus, she wonders if being around you is too difficult for her heart. Can she handle hiding her feelings forever? Can she go on feeling like she’s deceiving her partner knowing her whole heart can never truly be theirs. Can she handle being strung along by you, her straight best friend, that seems to play into her fragile emotions. Keeping the naive lesbian wrapped around your finger.
It almost pisses her off. Of course a straight girl would say that ‘drunk friends almost kiss sometimes.’ That’s all it would be to you, just a drunken kiss. It’s easy for you to brush it off, there’s no feelings involved—
"C'mon El, let's just have fun tonight." You snap Ellie from her preoccupied mind as you place your hand on her thigh, "pleaseeeee."
You could tell what happened was weighing heavily on her thoughts. If you were being honest, it lingered on your own as well. But you were determined to not let another conflict between you and Ellie ruin the night.
Ellie's eyes flicked to your hand on her thigh before they met yours. It was difficult for her to hide her emotions and she knew that about herself. But she decided to tough it out, for your sake.
"Alright Lils, your turn." Her eyebrows raised as she smirked smugly, handing you the flask.
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You'd never been to the Lakeview Country Club before so you weren't sure what to expect. As Julia's dad pulled up in front of the venue your eyes were met with people dressed to the nines, socializing on the garden patio to the left of the entrance. You could hear the music booming from inside.
"Whose ready to dance their asses off??!!" Liv squealed as she stepped out of the van first, "I know Ellie is!!!" she teased.
"Ha— ha." Ellie rolled her eyes as she stepped out ahead of you. She stopped and offered her hand to you which you took, allowing her to lead you out of the car.
The six of you enter the Country Club and head straight to the dance floor. Your friends were decently drunk but no one had over done it. You could tell Ellie was loosening up a bit as she began to get into the music, going along with whatever silly dance you came up with.
You didn't know how long you'd been dancing for but you were having the time of your life. The air around the dance floor was thick from the heat of all of the moving bodies, you take a moment to catch your breath. Ellie seemed to have sensed your discomfort.
"You good?" She placed her hand on the small of your back.
You nod in response, fanning your face with your hand, "it's hot." Ellie's freckled cheeks were rosy from the warm air and you observe a flicker of concern crossing her face.
"Let's get some air." She grabs your hand and leads you away from the crowded dance floor, out onto a spacious balcony on the side of the hall. Tall standing tables, adorned with empty champagne glasses, scatter across the balcony, the night seemed to be winding down for other attendees.
Both you and Ellie's gazes instinctively drift upward as you step outside, it was just you and her. The sky was clear tonight, you swear you could see every single star shining above you.
You can still hear the music from inside, though it's shifted to slower, mellower songs as the DJ begins to wind down the night.
You finally notice the silence between you and Ellie as you both stand at the balcony's railing, staring into the sky.
"You have fun tonight?" Ellie asks quietly, both of her hands resting on the balcony railing.
You nod, eyes still fixed in the sky, "yeah, yeah I did,” you reach into your bag, taking a swig from your flask.
Ellie's gaze moves from the sky, to you as you hand her the flask. "Thanks for being my date," she takes a swig, finishing off the last bit of vodka. She tucks the empty flask into her jacket pocket so you wouldn’t have to carry it around the rest of the night.
Your eyes meet hers as you shrug, "the least I can do if Cat couldn't make it." It stings to bring up Cat, and you know why. But you have to let the sting simmer if you're ever going to get over Ellie.
Ellie chuckles lightly but internally she's cringing at the sound of her girlfriend’s name, she knows she shouldn't have this reaction. Her eyes return to the sky.
There's so much she wants to say and maybe she could if she knew that you would reciprocate. But she knew you couldn't, you're not like her. Her thoughts return to what she was thinking about in the van. She knew she had to let you go.
"Last song of the night folks!" You hear the DJ say through the mic from inside. Sparks begins playing softly, snapping Ellie away from her thoughts; shoving them to the back of her mind.
Her gaze returns to you as she holds out her hand, "may I have this dance?" she says in a playfully low voice.
You examine her expression, something’s wrong and you can tell but for some reason you feel like you shouldn’t ask.
"Why, certainly." You force a smile as you wrap your arms around her shoulders.
The two of you begin to sway slowly to the music. A feeling of heaviness weighs on your heart as neither you or Ellie say a word.
The idea of never speaking to you again crosses Ellie's mind. You feel her grip tighten slightly around you.
You had things you wanted to say too, but knew you couldn’t if you had plans of getting serious with Abby. A feeling of anxiety bubbled in your stomach knowing you were staying the night at Abby’s and here you were, slow dancing with your best friend.
You pull Ellie closer, resting your chin on her shoulder.
One week left of summer. One week left with her until she’s gone for another ten months.
“I’m gonna miss you, you know?” You whisper softly.
Ellie takes a moment, processing your words as she bites the inside of her cheek. “I’m gonna miss you too.”
The two of you continue to sway, “are we still gonna get matching tattoos next summer?” You attempt to keep the conversation light.
Ellie chuckles as she looks into the sky. Her previous thoughts of never seeing you again nagging at the back of her mind. She spots the giraffe constellation.
“Yeah.” She lied, for your sake.
You smile at the idea of the two of you having a matching tattoo. At least you’d have her as your best friend, forever bonded through ink. That was better than not at all.
A strange feeling in your chest told you that this was a goodbye. Something more than a see you next summer. This felt like a final dance before parting ways forever.
But that couldn't be true. It was merely a goodbye for the winter. Ellie assured you that you’d see her next summer, right? So you pushed those thoughts aside.
As the song comes to a close, your bodies part ways. You finally get a glance at her face but you can’t read her expression. She forces a tight lipped smile, “let’s find our friends,” she shoves her hands into the pockets of her dress pants and you follow her inside.
The two of you spot your friends on the other side of the dance floor chatting around a standing table.
“You missed all the slow songs guys, where’d you go?” Julia asks curiously.
“Just outside, needed some air.” Ellie shrugs, “it’s all good we could hear from out there.”
You watch a smirk grow on Gabe’s face, “you guys get a slow dance in?”
“No.” You shut him down as you roll your eyes.
Ellie's gaze shifts to you, a pang hitting her chest. She realizes she would've said the same thing if she had responded, but for some reason, your words sting. Her chest feels hollow, a sense of emptiness settling within her.
“Shut up Gabe,” Liv rolls her eyes too, “we’re going to an after party at that Colin’s, you know the guy who works at the paddle board rental place. You guys down?”
Ellie shrugs her shoulders, “sure,” her gaze falls to you as she waits for your response.
“Oh, um. My ride should be pulling up soon— so I can’t—“ you begin to pull out your phone to check if Abby has texted.
“What?,” Julia questions, “your ride?”
You watch Ellie purse her lips in your peripheral vision. She knew exactly who your ride was.
“Yeah— uh, it’s actually here. I gotta go.” You say quietly before turning to Ellie. “See you tomorrow?” You wanted to hang out with her as much as you could in the last week of summer.
“Yeah, sure.” Ellie replies a bit plainly, her hands still in her pockets.
You say goodbye to your friends and head outside.
As you approach the Country Club’s front doors you could see Abby standing in front of her jeep through the window. Upon opening the doors you find her in a black suit, holding a bouquet of flowers. A smile gleams across her face as her eyes wash over you.
“You look amazing, oh my god.” She chuckles as you approach. You watch her cheeks turn a light shade of pink.
“You do too! Aw, you’re blushing.” You tease, as you open your arms, she brings you into an embrace.
As Abby held you tightly, the idea of being in a relationship with her briefly crossed your mind. It felt like the correct path—no distractions, no need to struggle to maintain a prior friendship. You convinced yourself that it was the right choice.
“I have to ask you something.” You say into her chest.
Abby pulls away, handing you the bouquet and taking your free hand into hers as she looks at you.
She hums in response, waiting patiently for you to speak.
“I think…” you begin, not really sure how to word what you were about to say, “I’m ready— if you are— for like a…” your words drift off.
Abby raises her brows in slight surprise as she waits for you to finish your sentence.
It’s like the word is caught in your throat for a moment.
“A relationship.” You smile.
Abby chuckles, almost in disbelief. “Are you, sure?”
You nod, technically you were sure. You could see Abby as your first girlfriend. She's sweet, patient, funny, and you know she cares about you. It feels right. While Ellie is in the back of your mind, you can't deny yourself happiness with someone else. Ellie is your friend and if it’s up to you, that won’t change.
Abby’s face lights up as she watches you nod.
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Ellie watches you walk away, a deep sigh escaping her mouth. The rest of your friends are chatting with another group who is also heading to Colin’s after party.
“You good?” Liv nudges her gently with her elbow.
“Yup.” Ellie rasps as she reaches into her jacket’s pocket for your flask. She shakes it— empty.
“Fuck.” She sighs under her breath.
Liv examines Ellie for a couple of moments.
“Look, I know how you feel.” Liv whispers, “I can read that shit from a mile away. And frankly, I wasn’t happy with you taking her as a date here. But if your heart is really for her, you should just tell her.”
Ellie’s brows furrow in confusion, “there’s no use, she’s not—”
“Don’t be so dense Ellie, we all see the way she looks at you.” Liv rolled her eyes. “It’s not my place to comment on anyone’s sexuality but— maybe if you’re just honest with her, she’ll be honest with you too and you can both figure everything out.”
Ellie clears her throat as she ponders, glancing at your flask in her tattooed hand. “Yeah uh— I guess I should give this back to her anyway.” She shrugs, anxiety bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She knew you were out there with Abby. But the thought of never speaking to you again without telling you how she felt outweighed any awkward tension she might face.
She was fully prepared to cut your friendship out of her life after realizing how difficult it would be to stay your friend. What did she have to lose? Cat flashed across her mind, but she knows where her heart truly is. Liv was right. Ellie needed to tell you how she felt.
Ellie nods at Liv before making her way out of the hall and towards the Country Club’s lobby.
As she approaches the exit doors she can see you and Abby standing outside her jeep through the door’s window.
“Fuck me,” she groans under her breath as she halts before the doors. She pushes herself up against the shadowed wall within the vestibule, out of your line of sight.
She observes as you embrace Abby and then step back, accepting the bouquet from her. Ellie’s brows knit together. She watches as you say something, your nervousness evident. Ellie feels her heart race as she tightens her grip around the flask in her hand. She attempts to read your lips, but the words elude her.
Her gaze shifts to Abby, who appears pleasantly surprised, then back to you as she observes you nod. Smiles spread across both your and Abby's faces before you quickly glance around and abruptly pull Abby in for a kiss.
Ellie's heart plummets to the pit of her stomach, a sinking sensation seizing her. She immediately feels sick as her fingers loosen around the flask, dropping it to the floor with a loud clang, the sound echoes in her ears.
Emotions flood her senses, heartbreak, confusion, anger, and for some reason a sense of betrayal.
Why did Lily drill into my head that she was straight? Why couldn’t she be honest like she clearly is with Abby. I was ready to give up everything for her, to lay it all out for her.
That’s all she needed to see.
Ellie was done.
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You had an amazing night with Abby. You felt bad that she missed out on the formal and she was all dressed up for you, so you had her play a couple slow jams and the two of you playfully slow danced in her living room.
Making out with a girl wasn’t as terrifying as you previously thought. Abby’s lips were soft and despite her stature, she was gentle. Things did get a little heated on the couch but Abby wouldn’t move beyond making out. Which you appreciated because you knew you weren’t ready.
The next morning you woke up early and decided to make pancakes, serving them to her in bed.
“Wow, are you sure you’ve never dated a girl before?” Abby teased as you handed her, her stack of pancakes, “you really know how to please a woman.”
You roll your eyes as you chuckle, “maybe I just wanted pancakes in bed really bad, wouldn’t it be rude if I didn’t give you any.” You tease back.
You sat back in bed, resting your plate in your lap.
“Very true, thank you baby.” Abby leans over and kisses your cheek.
You hum in response as you cut into your stack of pancakes.
-
You got home from Abby’s around noon. After showering you’d decided to go over to Ellie’s to see if she wanted to hang out.
Joel was on his porch reading the newspaper as you walked across the street.
“Afternoon, kid,” he greeted you as he set the newspaper over his knee.
“Hey,” you smile, “Ellie home?”
You watch Joel’s expression change, his eyes searching for the right words.
“She uh—“ he scratches the back of his neck— just like Ellie. “Decided to head home early this mornin’.” He shrugged, “took my truck. I gotta get a ride home with Mr. Hastings later this week.”
“What?” Your stomach churns as your brows furrow.
“Yeah, sorry kid. Said she wanted to leave and you know her, there’s no stoppin’ her.” He says quietly.
Unsure of what to say you just nod. “Alright, thanks Joel.” You mutter before turning around, making your way down the porch steps.
“Hey.” Joel calls lowly from behind you, you turn to look at him once again. “She cares a lot about you and… I don’t know what’s goin’ on between y’all but I think she needs space.”
You weren’t sure what he was talking about. She literally told you last night that you’d see her today.
You examine Joel’s expression which reads concern. He’s protecting Ellie but you weren’t sure from what. You wanted to ask what happened but you didn’t want to pry.
“Okay.” You whisper as you begin to feel tears welling at your waterline. Your throat tightens as you hasten your pace across the street, back to your cabin.
Ellie was gone and you didn’t know why.
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A/n: Ngl I rewrote the formal part like 5x. Sorry if that was sad asf but I love angst sooo much. Reader and Ellie just can’t seem to get on the same page ughhh It’s like torture for me even tho I’m the one writing it hahah. Ellie def is going thru a major canon lesbian event with being in love with her “straight” best friend. I mean, now she knows Lily’s not so straight after all lol. Meanwhile her “straight” best friend is stuck in a mess that is kinda her fault but also she’s trying her best (I think) with coming to terms with herself while trying to please others 😭 chronic ppl pleasers stand up 😭.
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carlgrimesenthusiast · 8 months
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don’t hang out with him || carl grimes
warnings: arguments.
you crossed your leg over the other one as you sat on the bench next to ron. you and ron were friends, not the closest but you still loved making friends with people your own age, it was rare to find other teenagers.
you were both talking about the pros and cons of being in an apocalypse. a pro being that you meet new people, some good, some bad, but you can end up being best friends with them and feel as if they’re your new family. a con being that you die, obviously.
“if the apocalypse never begun, then we wouldn’t of become frien-“ “y/n.” came a voice from your right. you looked over and saw your boyfriend carl. “oh hey carl, do you want to sit with us?” you smiled. “no i don’t want to sit, i just wanted to talk.” carl harshly spoke, your smile soon faded from the harshness in carls voice.
“oh,” you begun, “ron could you leave please, we can hang out again tomorrow.” you apologetically said, ron nodded with his hands in his pocket. he stood up, “i’ll see you tomorrow.” ron then walked off.
“what’s your problem?” you crossed your arms over your chest. “why’re you hanging out with ron.” carl looked at you with no emotion on his face. “because hes my friend?” you said with an obvious look on your face.
“you know i don’t like when you hang out with him.” carl walked over to you and sat next to you on the bench. “well, tough, we don’t meet many people our age, it’s rare.” you rolled your eyes. “well, go talk to enid or something.” carl pointed out. “she’s boring.” you slouched down on the bench.
“so!? she’s better than ron.” carl raised an eyebrow, “whatever, you don’t get to decide who i hang out with.” you looked over to carl for the first time since this argument started. “your right, i don’t,” carl looked defeated, “but that doesn’t mean you take him to our spot.” he looked down at his hands.
your heart dropped, you didn’t even realise the pond area was where you and carl mostly hung out. it was where he asked you to be his girlfriend, “carl…”
“no, it’s alright, don’t worry. let’s just go back to my place.” he began to stand up but you stopped him. “no,” you pulled him back down onto his seat, “i’m sorry i didn’t even realise.”
“it’s fine, y/n, honestly.” carl then looked towards
you, making immediate eye contact. “it’s not, i’m sorry, i’ll make sure me and ron hang out somewhere else, unless you wanna join.” you took carls hand into yours. “ew,” carl made a disgusted face, “you know i hate that guy.” carl said, making you burst into giggles. you completely forgot, why would he join you anyways he hated ron. “just don’t go to his house.” carl warned, “why would i when we can just go into your bedroom and have even more fun there.” you teased.
carl spread his legs, his jeans becoming uncomfortable and tight. “ditch ron, you’ll have way more fun with me.” carl smirked, bringing you into his arms and hugging you.
a/n: sorry guys, i rushed this. please send requests! (preferably fluff or angst)
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The Guest House - Chapter 8
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Pairing: Dean x Reader
Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.
The Guest House Master List
Word Count: 3,961
A/N: Long chapter for a long wait! Really appreciate everyone's patience and please know that I do see everyone's comments and reblogs and it's much appreciated. I'm officially in grad school so my schedule is all over the place, so I've worked on and finished this chapter during various classes.
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You meet Dean in the driveway at 10am, per his request, your backpack slung over your shoulder as he’s throwing some bags of his own into the trunk. 
You had considered taking your own car up, in case you wanted to make a quick escape, but you felt embarrassed by the thought. Plus, it would be very obvious why you had taken your car. If you really didn’t want to go, you could have just said, “no,” not have an escape contingency. If you were going, you were going to go the right way. 
“Mornin’,” Dean greets you with a drawl and a fresh smile as you step around the back of the truck.
“Well good morning to you too.” You return as he holds his hand out towards you. You slide your bag off your shoulder and hand it over to him. “You’re chipper this morning.” You note as he makes a point to lower, not toss, your back into the trunk. 
This was probably the happiest you’ve encountered him in the morning so far. 
“How could I not be?” He grins, resting his arms on the trunk’s edge. “Get to work on some fancy cars, get to see my baby, AND,” he holds up a finger before he drops it and points it at you. “My mom makes the best apple pie you will ever have.” You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, and you don’t have the heart to tell him you were a cake girl. But hell, you’ll try that pie and grin and bear it if it keeps Dean in this good of a mood. You were really starting to enjoy his smile.  
“Let’s get to it then.” You smack your hands on the side of the truck before you heads towards the passenger seat and jump inside.
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Dean’s tapping his fingers along the steering wheel twenty minutes later, Bob Segaer singing quietly in the background as you watch out the window, Dean glancing at you occasionally.
You hadn’t said much since you first hit the road, just commenting on the few more brazen – aka jackass – drivers that had passed by, and the quietness wasn’t totally comfortable. At the end of the day, you were still basically strangers, and Dean can’t help but wonder what the hell he was thinking when he invited you up with him. 
He hadn’t meant to, it just fell out of his mouth, and once it was out there, he sure as hell hadn’t expected you to take him up on his offer. But you had. And his mother had raised him better than to rescind an invite.
He had made his bed, now he had to lie in it. 
After he got your text, he knew he was going to have to give his mom a heads up and decided to give her a call. 
“Is this the same girl you were complaining about the other week?” Mary’s voice rang through his headphones as he had begun packing for the weekend.
“Yeah, same one.”
“And you invited her to come up with you for the weekend?” Dean’s head fell back as he could hear the implication in his mother’s tone. 
“I was trying to be nice. That’s it.” He hoped to stop the gears that were definitely turning in her head. “Believe it or not, you did raise a gentleman.” He peppered in, knowing his mom loves to hear it. 
“Well that’s nice to hear.” Dean smirked, correct. Then a beat. “Is she pretty?”
After that, Dean had hung up, leaving Mary’s question unanswered. Because if he had answered it, it would have just opened a whole new conversation, and Dean wasn’t interested in having it. 
At this point, the two of you had become civil, hell, even friendly. 
And yeah, if Dean had answered Mary’s question, he would have said you were pretty, and had a confidence and sense of humor that, if he wasn’t going through a bitter divorce, would have had him asking you out in a heartbeat. But the last thing Dean wanted or needed right now was a relationship. 
“So what do you do at a car auction?” Your voice brings him out of his thoughts and he glances towards you, your Y/E/C eyes finding his. 
“Not much actually. I’ll go fix the cars up today, but the owners usually get me a ticket as an extra ‘thanks’ since they know I love it. So I more just get to enjoy the show then have to work it. Sometimes if one of my guys wants to buy a car they’ll get my opinion, but these guys usually know their stuff.”
You just nod.
“How many cars do you have to work on today?”
Dean clicks his tongue, thinking. 
“Got two to tune up for the show tomorrow, then my client, Rick, also wants me to take a look at his ‘69 Stingray. Shouldn’t take too long.” You just nod again, and Dean wonders just how much you know about cars. Though considering you had been rapidly turning over a dead battery earlier this week, he imagines it’s not much. But it gives him an opening. 
“Know much about cars?” He shoots you a quick look, seeing your shoulders shake as you snort out a laugh before he looks back out the windshield. 
“Figured it was pretty obvious I don’t.” Dean laughs out his nose, seeing you turn towards him in your seat from his peripherals.
“But when I was sixteen my dad wanted to get me a ‘74, baby blue Mustang. It was such a beautiful car and I was so excited. I would have had the coolest car at school.” You reminisce. “But my mom shot it down because it only had lap belts and I’m pretty sure there were no airbags. Guess she cared about my safety or something.” You laugh and Dean joins in. 
He liked hearing you laugh. It also meant you were opening up to him. Which he shouldn’t care about, but it brings a smile to his face nonetheless. 
“‘74 Mustang’s a helluva’ a car.” He can picture the exact model in his mind. It’s a hilarious comparison to what he sees you driving around in every day. “Would give your Sonata a run for her money.” You laugh again.
“Yeah no kidding. I’d probably be the worst person for a car like that, though. I would have no idea how to take care of it.” You take a deep breath and look out the window again. “Doesn’t stop me from thinking about it though.” You sigh, earning Dean’s attention. He turns back towards the road, but an idea is now forming. 
He grabs his cellphone out of the console cup holder, his eyes quickly darting between the fairly empty highway and his screen as he opens up his texts and swipes a message before hitting send.
As he looks back up, a sign catches his eye. 
LAKE CHAMPLAIN BRIDGE
1 MILE 
The highway sign gives Dean a heads up that you’re about to hit the best part of the drive. 
“Well there will be plenty of cars you can dream about at the auction, even if you know nothin’ about ‘em.”
Dean flips his blinker on and merges into the right lane, getting onto the exit ramp for the bridge. 
As he slowly takes the curve, the Lake Champlain Bridge comes into view, the elongated, steel archway glistening in the morning sun and reflecting off the calm waters below. Beyond the overpass, the Adirondack mountains tower over the hidden town, complementing the scenery. 
“Woooow,” you breath out, sitting forward in your seat to get a better view out the windshield as the ramp straightens out, welcoming you across the bridge. 
“I know.” Dean agrees with a smile. “Never get tired of seeing it.” He sighs honestly. 
The shadows play through the windows as Dean speeds across the platform. It only takes about 15 seconds to get across, and you lean back once the bridge can only be seen in the rearview. 
“So how come your mom lives out here?” You ask as Dean takes the first exit off the bridge, headed for the outskirts of Bolton. 
“She and my dad had moved out here once my brother and I moved out. Mom always wanted to live on the water and Bolton is small enough and affordable that she was able to get her lakefront dream home.” Dean keeps his focus on the road, checking both left and right before heading straight across the intersection he had stopped at. 
“And she liked that she would still be close-by. Not that it really matters now that Sam lives in the city.”
“Sam?” Dean glances at you, your brows cinched together. Dean realizes he’s never mentioned his brother. And here he is taking you to meet his mother. 
“Sam’s my younger brother.” He explains and your mouth opens in understanding. “He’s a hot shot lawyer in the city where he lives with his fiancé.” 
“Ah. Billie had mentioned you had a brother but that was it.” 
Of course she did. Dean laughs to himself. He’s curious what else Billie has told you. 
But then another thought crosses his mind. He hasn’t told you anything about his family, and he didn’t want to blindside you as you got closer to his mom’s house.
“Also, I should give you a heads up that it’s just my mom.” Dean’s voice lowers as he navigates the familiar backroads. From his vantage point, he can see your eyes narrow, trying to work out his words. 
“My dad passed a while back.” Dean clarifies. “Ten years actually.” The words leave Dean a little breathless. He hadn’t really been thinking that this year would mark a decade since his dad had died. This really wasn’t his year. 
“Shit, I’m sorry, Dean.” Your voice is quiet, and Dean can hear the pain in it. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” 
Dean’s lip quirks up for just a moment. It’s almost funny how you’re asking for permission to know how his dad died. Not that it bothers him.
“Brain aneurysm.” Dean sighs. “Old man never saw it coming.” He thinks back to the day he got the phone call. He had been at work when his mother called his cell. But still being a garage grunt, Dean hadn’t answered. A few minutes later, Bobby had stepped into the garage and called Dean into his office. Dean never would have thought there was a connection between the timing of his mom’s call and Bobby’s beckoning. 
Looking back, he was grateful Bobby was the one who told him. He didn’t need to think about his brother or mother at that moment. Just let the shock and grief overwhelm him in the privacy of Bobby’s office with his boss’ hand of support on his shoulder. 
Lisa had picked him up, after Linda had called her and broke the news. At the time, Dean was renting an apartment off Main Street, and Lisa spent the next few days staying over cooking and cleaning for him, making sure he would be prepared for the upcoming wake and funeral. 
Back when they had actually cared about each other. 
“God, I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine.” Dean swallows down the lump in his throat and shrugs his shoulders. 
“It’s okay. Happened a long time ago now.” The familiar weight of John’s death settles on Dean’s shoulders, even after all this time. 
“Doesn’t make it any easier.” You counter. “Just more bearable.” A sad smile graces Dean’s lips as the lake comes into view through the barren trees as a silence falls over the cab.
“Anything else I should know before I meet your mom?” Your voice breaks through the silence. “Any sisters or more exes I should be warned about?”
Dean laughs before he can even think about it, and the weight lightens. He doesn’t thank you for it, but he’s grateful nonetheless. 
“I promise that’s it.” 
A few minutes later, Dean turns into the familiar driveway, the saturated sage A-frame nestled between the bare birches. One of the white-trimmed windows houses a familiar silhouette, eager for their arrival. 
Dean parks the truck behind Mary’s Nissan Rogue, a car he helped her pick out a few years ago when her decades-old minivan finally crapped out.
Dean kills the engine and sits back. 
“Ready?” He turns to face you, a bright smile on his face. 
You take a deep breath and find his eyes.
“Sure am.”
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You had lied. You weren’t feeling ready at all. As you stood at the trunk with Dean, looking up at the lakeside cabin, it was undeniably weird. The only parents you had met were your friends or partners. Never a random guy whose ex-wife was renting you their guest house. 
Not to mention you were still reeling from the story of Dean’s father. It was hard enough losing your aunt. You can’t imagine losing your father, and at that young of an age. You had to assume Dean was in his early thirties now, so to lose a parent when you’re barely an adult had to be even more devastating. You wonder if Dean’s father was around when he married Lisa. You can’t imagine getting married without both of your parents by your side to celebrate. Even if the marriage hadn’t worked out, you hoped he had been alive to see it. 
Dean reaches into the trunk and pulls out your pack, handing it to you. You give him a smile as you take it and throw it over your shoulder, and he smirks back at you. 
Once he has his bags, you follow him to the front step, a lone slab of stone, low to the ground, leading up to the tan double doors protected underneath a gabled roof, a lantern-esque pendant hanging overhead. 
As Dean reaches for the handle, the door pulls itself open, revealing a woman, a few inches taller than yourself, with blonde hair that’s so light it could be confused for gray, and green eyes matching Dean’s, not to mention the same, bright smile. Though the lines around her lips tell you she wears it more often than her son. 
“Dean!” She doesn’t hesitate as she throws her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in tight as his arms holding the bags get trapped to his sides.
“Hi, mom.” Dean huffs, a few beats going by before she lets him go and holds him at an arm’s length, studying him. 
“You look thinner.” She frowns, Dean takes a deep breath in and steps back. 
“I’m fine, mom.” He assures her the same way any child avoiding a lecture does. 
Her lips fold in and she sighs out instead of commenting. 
She then turns to you, her smile returning. 
“I’m assuming you’re Y/N?” You smile back with a nod. “I hope you’re a hugger.” She steps towards you and wraps her arms around you, giving you a surprisingly strong squeeze for an older woman. 
“Mom,” Dean groans, but you just wrap your free arm around her in return.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Winchester.” You pat her on the back before she pulls away and then swats her hand through the air.
“Oh please, we’re all adults. You can call me Mary.” You smile at her. 
“Well, thank you, Mary, for having me for the weekend.”
“It’s exciting!” She shrugs her shoulders up towards her ears. “It’s like Dean’s a kid all over again having a sleepover. Though they were never with girls.” She smirks at you and you can’t help but laugh as she shoots you a wink.
“Oh Jesus, ok. How about we go inside?” Dean steps around Mary and disappears into the entryway, effectively escaping and ending the conversation.
Mary just chuckles and shakes her head. 
“C’mon in.” She follows her son and waves you in and you step inside and close the door behind you.  
You’re surprised to find the house is almost completely open, with views stretching straight back to the ceiling-to-wall windows overlooking the lake’s shoreline. 
The open space is painted a soft yellow, with matching cream and light blue accents throughout the room. It’s the perfect picture of serenity, with not even a throw blanket out of place. 
Several plaques adorn the walls, each with cliché sayings like “Life is better at the lake” and “Living on lake time.”
Along the side wall, right in the center, is a gorgeous stone fireplace, with a natural mantle above it lined with various picture frames. 
“Your home is gorgeous,” You honestly gush. You had no idea what to expect, but it was like a living room straight out of Better Homes & Garden. 
“Oh well thank you, dear.” Mary puts her hands on her hips and looks around. “It took a lot of elbow grease and a few years, but I finally got it to where I wanted.” Your mouth pops open at her words. 
“You did all of this yourself?” You take in the vaulted, beamed ceiling and the wainscotting, appreciating the details that much more.
“Sure did. Needed something to keep me busy.” She trails off, and it takes you a moment to realize she’s talking about her husband. 
“Anyways,” she claps her hands. “Let me show you to your room.” She turns up the stairs to the right of the entrance. You look over at Dean who shoots up his eyebrows and you laugh before fixing your bag over your shoulder and following Mary. 
The upstairs hallway is just as gorgeous as downstairs, with four, stark white doors adorning the walls. You follow Mary towards the front of the house, where she opens the door for you.
“Here you are,” she ushers you in as she stands in the doorway. It’s a decently sized room, enough for a queen-sized bed, two nightstands, and a small dresser. The room has a farmhouse-chic look to it with a white-slabbed headboard and matching furniture. The bedside lampshades are a soft red, with the room tied together with a coordinated rug and throw pillows.
It was darling. 
“This is great,” you step inside past Mary. “Thank you.”
“I’ll let you get settled.” Mary smiles as you turn to face her. “If you need the bathroom, it’s right next door. Dean’s room is right past that, and then I’m across the hall.” She points to her door and you nod. With that, Mary steps out of the doorway, closing the door behind her.
You set your bag down at the corner of the bed and wander over to the window. Selfishly, you were hoping for a lakeview, but your room overlooks the driveway, Dean’s green truck and Mary’s SUV taking up the scenery instead. 
You take a deep breath as you head back towards the bed and kneel down at your bag, zipping it open and pulling out the very few clothes you brought for the weekend. You decide to put your clothes away, wanting to be a tidy guest, and hang up the only nice item you brought on the hook on the back of the bedroom door. 
You make a quick pit stop in the bathroom, making sure you still look fresh before passing the open doors of Dean and Mary’s rooms, stealing a glance into each before you head downstairs. 
As you return back to the foyer, you follow the muffled voices of the Winchesters around the corner to the closed-off portion of the house, stepping into the farmhouse-modern kitchen; a defined theme seamlessly integrated throughout the whole home. 
Dean is leaning against the center island, the base a vibrant blue that probably reflects the lake water in the summer, while Mary sits on one of the stools, her hands wrapped around a mug resting on the white countertop.
Dean notices you first, standing up a bit straighter as Mary turns in her seat to look towards you. 
“All settled?” Mary asks.
“Yes, thank you.” You stand under the room’s archway, feeling like you’re intruding on her and Dean’s personal space. 
“Would you like a coffee or anything? I can make you something to go.”
“To go?” You brow furrows. You know Dean has a work appointment, but you figured you would hang back at the house with Mary while he was busy. You look towards him, a sly smile on that stupidly handsome face of his as he relaxes next to his mother. 
“Figured you could come with me, learn a thing or two before the show tomorrow.” His eyes glisten in the sunlight shining through the multitude of windows. 
Your heart skips a beat at his words and his gaze.
“I really hope you’re not expecting me to help.” You shoot him a pointed look. You were useless when he fixed your battery just a few days ago, there’s no way you would be able to help him fix a speciality car. You wouldn’t even know the names of tools if he asked you to hand them to him. 
He chuckles. “I think I got a preview of your car knowledge this week,” he fully pushes off the island. “I think I’d be better off alone there.” You roll your eyes. 
Ass. Even if you just had the same thought. 
He steps towards you and flips his car keys in his hand. 
“But, I did set something up for you.” You frown at him. 
Did he sign you up for a car class or something? You did not agree to anything like that when he invited you up for the weekend. 
Scanning your face, he quells your concerns. 
“Just trust me.” You stare up at him, holding his gaze as he smiles down at you. 
Damn it. 
“Fine.” You huff. 
About fifteen minutes later, Dean turns down a long driveway, a sign in gold letters welcoming you to the Lime Rock Raceway. 
“A race track?” You turn towards Dean as he drives further down the path, a winding course coming into view. Grandstands rise up above the track, all empty this time of year. 
Dean just responds with a smirk as he parks in front of the raceway’s entrance. 
Without a word, Dean steps out of the truck, and you follow suit, one step behind him as he waves to the security attendant at the gate before finally coming to a halt at the edge of the track as your eyes widen at the car parked at the checkered finish line.
“Is that–” You point to the light blue, curving frame in front of you, your heart in your throat. 
“Not quite the ‘74 Mustang you wanted, but figured a ‘73 would do.” He grins down at you, but you’re too awestruck to return the gesture.
You step past him, your eyes glued to the only car that ever held your interest. It may be a year off, but it was just as beautiful as the one you had wanted since you were sixteen years ago. 
And it was parked right in front of you. 
“How–” you turn towards Dean, his hands in his pocket as he shrugs. 
“My client, Rick, has a collection and I asked him if he could bring this one with him.”
Holy shit. He did this for you. Went out of his way to bring your dream car to you.
Where the hell was the asshole you met only a few weeks ago? Because he certainly wasn’t standing in front of you now. 
“And,” he steps forward when you don’t respond, pulling his hands out of his pocket. “I haven’t even told you the best part yet.” He leans down towards you, his smile growing. 
“You get to drive it.”
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jackhues · 4 months
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3 + 1 - sidney crosby
notes: i hope you guys like this, first fic for 'it's the most wonderful time of the year', had lots of fun making this!!
likes are good, reblogs are better <3
part of naqia's end of the year celly!
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i. (1994)
you'd known sidney your entire life. one of the first memories you had with him was fighting him for the last hockey stick in the store.
well, it wasn't the last hockey stick. but it was the last one of all the types you used to play. it just so happened to be the only one sidney used.
after a game of rock, paper, scissors (you won), sidney got mad and demanded a best of three. maybe it was the defiant look in his eyes at only seven years old, but you decided he could have the stick.
"are you sure?" he asked, now looking hesitant about taking the stick.
you nodded, "i'm sure. they'll get one of the sticks i use in a few days. you can have this one. i'll just steal my brother's stick until then."
sidney grinned, "thanks, y/n."
you smiled back at him, feeling the start of a friendship. you'd lived near him your entire life, but you'd only begun talking to him because of hockey.
"just don't forget to send me a card when you go to one of your tourneys," you told him.
you and sidney laughed over that, before heading back home with your parents. it was after this day that you began to say hi to each other in the halls of school, that you decided to pair up for projects, that you became friends.
over the two months it took until christmas morning, you forgot about what you'd told him. but sidney didn't forget his promise.
and it was on december twenty fifth, that you received a post card in the mail from some place in quebec. a seven year old sidney had tried his best to make the letters look pretty, writing on the side, 'merry christmas, and thanks for the hockey stick, y/n. it helped me win!'
you peered in the envelope, finding a picture of sidney hoisting his giant hockey trophy. you smiled at that.
even though he was so far away, it felt like you were celebrating christmas together.
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ii. (2004)
'sidney patrick crosby, you have got to be kidding me! you have a huge hotel, you're in finland, and you've got some of the best people with you. and yet, you're saying you wished you were here playing pond with the rest of us? you're crazy. anyways, make sure you score a goal or something, and have lots of fun! honestly, not scoring is fine if you have fun. good luck at the world juniors! i'll be cheering you on from back home :))'
you signed off the letter, sealing it and placing it to the side to deliver later.
at seventeen years old, sidney had become the only under-18 player at this year's world junior tournament for team canada. it was a thing to celebrate, but sidney was upset he would be missing the town's annual christmas pond hockey game.
you and him had played together on the same team for the last nine years, winning every time. this was the first time he wouldn't be here to help your team defend the title.
but that was okay, you thought as you packed up your christmas gear and made your way to the pond.
because sidney was going to play on your t.v. tomorrow, at the national level. it was his first time playing for canada, and you knew he was excited for that.
he just wasn't a fan of missing the small things.
it was why he'd began sending you letters and post cards as he moved around for tournaments and hockey games. they were cute souvenirs, and you didn't mind sending him a letter back.
you just wished he could've been here to celebrate christmas with the rest of you.
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iii. (2009 - pretend ft was invented a year earlier)
"merry christmas, love."
you smiled, "merry christmas sid."
sidney adjusted his phone, fixing the facetime so you could see him better. you laughed as he struggled for a minute, finally getting a proper angle.
"don't move!" you said. "there, perfect. now your entire face is on my screen."
he laughed as he shook his head to himself.
the two of you had been friends for thirteen years before he worked up the courage to ask you out. and for the last two years of your relationship had been amazing. there were ups, like seeing him win the stanley cup, and there were downs, like seeing him take some uncalled for hits.
but you were happy. and so was sid.
the two of you had planned to celebrate christmas together in pittsburgh, until a family emergency had you coming back to nova scotia last minute.
everything turned out fine, but it was just too late to get a ticket back to pittsburgh.
even so, you and sid had found a way to work around that.
the two of you spent most of the day on the phone with each other, talking and laughing together. it wasn't what either of you had planned, but you made it enjoyable.
it was a great christmas.
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iv. (2012)
"sidney, will you get down here already?"
"i'm coming, i'm coming," he called from upstairs.
you sighed, waiting for your husband to get up and get downstairs. christmas morning was the one morning you were happy to get out of bed, but it was also the one morning sid wanted to sleep in.
sam, sidney's dog, came down the stairs, curling around by the christmas tree as he waited for sid with you.
a few minutes passed before sidney made his way downstairs, eyes half closed but a sleepy smile plastered on his face to greet you.
"good morning, love," he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "merry christmas."
"merry christmas," you smiled, pressed a kiss to his jaw. "we eating breakfast first or presents first?"
"mmm, breakfast," sid decided.
"i knew you were going to say that," you laughed, pulling him along to the kitchen.
you'd already prepared breakfast before he came down. some eggs, sausage and bread. it was a good way to pass the time as you waited for sid to get downstairs.
the two of you took your seats, laughing as you ate breakfast and discussed how far you'd gone in life together.
"you almost tripped on the ice," he reminded you.
"no one told me i had to go out on the ice after you guys won," you argued. "i was so excited over you guys winning the stanley cup, i didn't even notice i was being ushered to the ice until i took my first step."
sid laughed as the two of you slowly made your way to the living room.
"here, open my present first," he said, rummaging under the tree to pull out a long, rectangular box.
the two of you had started the tradition of opening all of your sentimental gifts before the other cute ones. and even though you wanted to go first this year, you supposed it was alright if sid got this one.
you unwrapped the box, pulling out a familiar hockey stick. one that you'd given sidney eighteen years ago.
"oh my god," you muttered, tears building up in your eyes.
"i found it in my parent's garage last summer," he shrugged a little. "i remembered how badly you wanted it. and even though it's too small now, i thought you'd like the memory."
"i love it," you grinned, wiping the corners of your eyes. "it's absolutely perfect. i'm putting this up next to that picture of you holding up the trophy."
sid laughed at your response, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"you can do whatever you like with it."
you put the stick to the side, your hands slightly shaky as you grabbed another, much smaller, box. "here. now open my present."
sid took the box from your hands, unwrapping it and opening it. he stared at the contents of the box, unable to form a sentence as he looked between the box and you.
"you -- this -- seriously?" his eyes shined as he stared at you.
you nodded, feeling the tears build up yourself. "we're having a baby."
sid laughed, pulling you in for a hug. "oh my god, this is amazing. a baby, you and me."
the two of you held each other that day, celebrating christmas together.
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milktei · 8 months
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Woah I'm new here in Tumblr but I'm glad I came across your blog! Not sure if you're accepting requests but thoughts on Angst/Comfort where trust issues comes after Atsumu (or Kageyama 🙇‍♂️) does something that upsets their s/o??
Man of Many Words
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Miya Atsumu x gn!Reader
Genre: Angst with some fluff at the end
Warnings: none(?)
Requests: Closed for now :|
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a/n: First of all i’m so sorry this took so long anon but I hope that this somewhat fulfills your request ;-;. Writers block is crazy I was pumping out one shots so easily and then bam I hate everything I write. The ending of this one in particular was difficult for me but i hope it suffices :’). anyways requests are still closed for now but i’m hoping to write something that will help the creative juices flow again
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It is well known among Atsumu’s friends and family that he tends to talk. A lot.
It was something you found endearing about him when you first started dating. Whenever you were with Atsumu, awkward silences were few and far between. There was always something he could talk about it.
For the most part you were happy to listen and talk about whatever it was he rambled about that day. His limitless passion was part of why you fell in love with him.
Still, the habit of his had some drawbacks.
“Oh, congratulations by the way!”
You turn your gaze away from the restaurant window and look at your friend in confusion.
“Congratulations on what?”
It was your friend’s turn to look confused, “On the big promotion silly!”
There was a pause as you took in their words. “How do you even know about that?” You spluttered. “I just got the news a couple days ago. I was planning a big announcement and everything.”
“Oh I ran into Atsumu at the grocery store yesterday and he told me!” their gaze softened when they saw the defeated look on your face. “I’m sorry I thought he would’ve told you”
You waved your hands in front of you, “no no it’s not your fault… I’m not very surprised at this point. I was just hoping to wait for all the paperwork to go through before telling anyone.”
“Well if it’s any comfort I’m proud of you y/n.”
The smile you gave them was bittersweet, “thanks.”
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Needless to say, you were a bit peeved when you got home that day, though your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice.
“Hi babe! how was lunch?” He called from where he sat on the couch.
You stared blankly at the back at his head for a moment, “fine.”
“That’s great! I was thinkin’ for dinner we could order out ya know? This commercial came on and-“
“Why did you tell f/n about the promotion?”
He paused and finally turned to look at you. Taking in your frustrated state, still, he shrugged, “it seemed like a good time.”
You let your bag fall to the ground before fully stepping into the living room “Atsumu I told you that I wanted to wait, it would have only taken another week.”
Now standing up from the couch, the confusion that was evident on Atsumu’s face only served to fuel your anger.
“But this is such exciting news y/n! There’s no time like the present!”
“Atsumu that’s not for you to decide! That was my news to tell!”
“Like you said, you were gonna tell them eventually!” He raised his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry but you know that this is just how I am! I was just so excited for you I couldn’t help myself.”
You left that fight defeated that night, unable to think of any comeback, because yes, you did know Atsumu. You knew how your life was never your own being with him. You knew the extent of just how stubborn he was and how ignorant he could be to the world around him. Trying to wrap his mind around something could feel like pulling teeth sometimes.
After managing to get through a tense dinner, life went on. You did end up celebrating with your closest friends and family and soon after you began to take on your new responsibilities.
Unfortunately, Atsumu continued to act as if he hadn’t completely crossed a boundary you had set. He continued to talk about your lives with his friends it seemed that you couldn’t go a full week without somebody asking you about something you never told them about.
The pure helplessness you felt that day remained lingering within you as you carried on with work. You found yourself almost dreading going home, and contemplating not telling him anything.
But how could you when everyday without fail he would grace you with that smile, oozing with love and fondness before sweetly asking you, “So how was your day?”
You were in a bit of a mess with yourself, trying to figure out how to get your concerns through his thick skull. The new role you had taken on further adding to the stress you had been feeling. While you loved your job You were both physically and mentally exhausted.
It was only a matter of time before everything became too much.
To the horror of you colleagues, you had ended up fainting at work. You had finally succumbed to everything in your life that had been piling on top of you.
Luckily, it wasn’t long before you regained consciousness, surrounded by your colleagues you sat up and slowly and rubbed the back of your head sheepishly.
At that moment some paramedics had rounded the corner and while you insisted you were completely fine, you allowed them to check you for injuries and give you some fluids, it wasn’t until they were sure you were stable and didn’t need any further help that they left.
As embarrassing as the entire situation was, you were glad that your boss let you have the rest of the day off, it was near the end of your shift anyways. So you grabbed your bag and left, still mortified at what had just transpired.
As you rode the train home, the events leading up to you losing consciousness replayed in your mind, you thought about everything that had led up to that point. How your coworkers reacted. As you sat in the quiet train, your mind still struggled to process what had happened.
Even with your spiralling mind, everything led to one conclusion.
You couldn’t tell Atsumu about what happened, at least not today.
Because you knew him. You knew exactly what would happen.
It would start with the texts from worried friends, calls from both of your families, and end with people mentioning off handedly, “I heard you fainted the other day. How are you feeling?” and you would be left to do damage control as your boyfriend continued to live his carefree life.
You could tell Atsumu “don’t tell anyone this” but you knew better. You knew better than to trust him and his big mouth. How could you have any other option when he’s never proven that he could listen?
So you would stay quiet. Long enough for you to recover from your lingering headache, long enough for you to process everything that had happened and figure out how to prevent it from happening again.
Long enough to be able to finally relax without worrying who you were going to get a text or call from.
Even with your mind made, the universe seemed to laugh down at you, and make life much more difficult for you than it needed to be.
You nearly cursed out loud when you saw his car in the driveway. He was home early too.
You sighed as you slowly unlocked your front door. The sounds of the TV growing louder as you stepped in.
Atsumu turned back and gave you a look of confusion as you took off your shoes. “Hey babe, wasn’t expecting you ‘til later.”
You smiled at him “I could say the same for you.” you slid your feet into your house slippers “I got a lot of work done today and my boss let me go home early, why are you home?”
Atsumu shrugged “Practically the same as you. Been makin’ a lot of progress at practice lately.”
You walked in front of where he sat and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. even with how your relationship had been going, at least this was something you hadn’t lost.
Atsumu wrapped his arms around your waist and looked up at you, “did you eat yet?”
No. I was so busy at work that I kept postponing my break. You thought to yourself bitterly.
“Not yet, I decided that I might as well eat at home if I was leaving early.”
Atsumu hummed, “I haven’t either. We could order something and then watch some movies? Take advantage of our free time.”
You smiled down at him, a relaxed movie day with him was exactly what you needed. “I would like that a lot ‘Tsumu.”
You pulled slightly away and he whined, causing you to laugh softly.
“I’ll go take a shower and you can order whatever you want, ok?”
His pout grew back into the loving smile of his as he nodded, “Can I use your phone? You always have coupons.”
You nodded and he allowed you to fully pull away. Reaching into your bag you pulled out your phone and handed it to him before making your way to your shared bedroom.
It had been maybe 20 minutes of Atsumu scrolling through the various restaurants (he’s very indecisive when it comes to food) before a text from who he recognized as one of your coworkers popped up.
“Hey! Hope your feeling better. We managed to get everything done so there’s no need to worry for your next shift.
Also remember to seek medical attention if anything feels off. I know you were cleared but you hit your head pretty badly.”
He froze as he read the text over and over. He didn’t even realize how much time had passed until you came walking out of your bedroom with a relaxed smile on your face.
“Soo, you decide on a place yet?”
You were met with an extremely uncharacteristic silence, your brows furrowed as you looked at your boyfriend staring intently at your phone.
“Atsumu?”
The next thing you knew, Atsumu flipped the screen to you.
“y/n what is this? Medical attention? Did something happen?”
Your eyes skimmed the message and you froze.
“…O-oh there was a bit of an incident at work that happened before I left. No need to worry!” you tried to wave his hand away and mustered the calmest smile you could.
He looked unconvinced.
“y/n…”
You felt your resolve crumble where you stood. The accusatory look he gave you full of worry, and worse, anger.
You sighed shakily, “ever since the promotion I’ve been finding it hard to find time to really relax so…” you looked away, unable to look him in the eye due to your guilt. “I ended up fainting.”
Atsumu shot up from where he sat, “You passed out?!” his hands frantically grabbed at your shoulders, trying to get you to look at him “You should have told me right away! I could have picked you up! Who knows what would have happened if you fainted again on the subway. I can’t believe you lied, you were just going to keep this from me? Why? Why didn’t you tell me-“
You pushed yourself out of his grip, “Because I didn’t want to!” you huffed, tired of his tirade, “I admit that I was fully content with not telling you.”
His hands dropped from your shoulders and you almost broke at the sight of his crestfallen face “Why?”
You took a deep breath, “I was…scared that you were gonna tell someone.”
There was a moment of tense silence. “You…you could’ve just asked me to not-“
“Could I Atsumu? Could I really? I’m not sure if I believe that, especially after you told me that that’s just who you were and that it was unavoidable.” You paused as you realized you were raising your voice, you looked away in shame. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that sometimes I wish that our business could be our own Atsumu, even for a little bit.”
You took his silence as a cue to keep explaining yourself.
“I needed time today to finally relax for once and process everything. I can’t do that if I have someone new calling me every five minutes to make sure that I’m okay. I want to be able to worry about my own wellbeing, without having to manage other people’s. I can’t do that if you tell everyone you know what’s happening in my life.”
Atsumu’s continued silence began to worry you. “Atsumu?”
Without warning you were pulled into the familiar strong arms that could only belong to your boyfriend.
“I’m sorry y/n.” he mumbled into your hair “I thought I was being supportive. I just love bragging about to to everyone and letting people know how we’re doing. I never really thought about how that would affect you. I’m sorry I made you stress out so much.”
You smiled into his chest and hugged him back “I’m happy that you understand ‘Tsumu. There’s nothing wrong with gushing about me, I just need you to understand my boundaries.”
You felt him nod “I’m sorry again I’ll do my best.”
You could already feel yourself relaxing again into his arms “that’s all I’m asking for Atsumu, thank you.”
You let out a sigh of relief as you held each other. It felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders.
The tender moment was interrupted by the sound of a stomach growl. There was a stunned silence before the two of you burst into a fit of laughter.
Atsumu looked down at you with a gaze that filled you with an indescribable warmth, laughter still evident in his face. “How ‘bout we order and finally relax for the night? Just the two of us?”
You smiled fondly up at the man and nodded “Just the two of us.”
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gojoidyll · 6 months
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Infinity
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Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader
Part 2 | my childhood friend
Warnings | Gojo is kind of clingy, y/n is shy and has a stutter (at first), grammatical errors, etc.
Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^
Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.
Infinity Masterlist
year 1102 AD
GOJO SHIRO was at the tender age of twelve when he regained his past life's memories, and with a sudden burst of excitement he realized that he was indeed living a new life as a reincarnation of his former self. With such news, he immediately set off with such knowledge and past experiences. He knew things as such a young age that baffled many adults. Which was to no surprise to the young Gojo. Though, truthfully, he had no intention of revealing how he had such vast knowledge and instead would give the simple answer of "I like to study when I'm not training." Which was believable to most adults with in the Gojo clan because they would take notice how the young future head of the clan would wander straight towards the clan's sacred library.
Little did they know, however, was that he was actually researching the l/n clan and trying to see if y/n even existed in this time period. And, much to his dismay, he would find that after his first death the l/n clan would have fallen from grace. (Which was very much deserved, mind you.) But now he had no way of finding her, of find y/n, or knowing if was even born yet or even if she would have the last name l/n or the first name y/n.
Because look at Gojo.
Sure, he still has the six eyes. His powerful cursed techniques that he will be expected to hone as he ages. Yet he has a different first name. So the same could be expected of y/n if she got reincarnated as well. But he knew that once he saw her, he would know that it was her. Without a doubt. Mainly because he wholeheartedly believed that when one is reincarnated, their personality stays the same. Their soul never changes. I mean, the only thing about him that changed was his first name for goodness sake! So the same could easily be said about his y/n. Easily.
However ...
"Oh! How frustrating!"
It was still very frustrating.
He slammed the book shut and pushed it aside. His gaze settling onto the nearest wall.
It was clear to him that searching through books on whereabouts of the l/n clan were no longer going to work. If he wanted to find his cute little maid, then he was going to have to leave the Gojo Estate. Simple, right? So, that was exactly what he set out to do. And much to his surprise, no one really stopped him. Probably because he was already at such a high position within the clan as the next head and all.
And thats how he found himself wandering the streets. Many people bustled around him but didn't dare to step in his path for it was easily known as to who he was and how much power he had.
Well, that was until he felt a small tug on his sleeve.
Rolling his eyes, he couldn't believe someone had the audacity to bother him, especially considering how he was busy looking for y/n. Not that whoever was pulling at him to get his attention needed to know that.
"What."
Though the moment that the word left his mouth, his whole body froze up when he had turned to look at the person who was bothering him. His brillant blue eyes fixated on the slightly smaller girl before him.
She looked exactly the same as before.
"Uhm- i- i- I'm so sorry, Lord Gojo! But- but you- i-," she stuttered over her words like a fool. She shut her eyes as she tried to find the right words she wanted to say, "its just.. us kids were going to play a game and- and we were wondering if you want to play with us. We- we know you probably have better things to do.. but but we j- just .. just wanted to be friends since- since w-we saw you pass by and and we never see you out from the estate walls, so..."
She blabbered on. To anyone else, they may have tried to cut her off or shut her up. But to Gojo? He was on cloud nine. In his past life, he only got to see her when she was a teenager, and that was only for a year before her life was taken from him. But now? Now he has a chance to get to know her as a child. They can grow up together, learn about each other at the same pace without someone threatening them. It made a smile stretching across his lips.
"Sure," he said suddenly, "I'll come play with you all. But...only on one condition."
She brightened at first when he agreed to come play but instantly deflated at the condition. He wasn't going to ask for money was he?! Her dirt smudged face and tattered clothes were proof enough of her wealth. So, she really did hope he didn't ask for anything too grand.
"Mmhmm, want to hear the condition?"
She shakily nodded and he basked in her shyness and fear. He found it was really fun to tease her! And he planned on teasing her a lot in the near future.
Booping her on the nose with an index finger, he grinned, "well, its actually two conditions. But don't worry, its within your power to fulfill them easily."
Rubbing her nose, she silently urged him to continue.
"First, I want you to call me Shiro. No more of that lame Lord Gojo crap. And second .. what's your name? You want me to come play with you, but don't offer an introduction? Honestly, I'm hurt."
He faked a pout while laying a hand on his chest. His heart beating rapidly against his palm and he silently hoped she wasn't able to hear it.
She bowed suddenly, "r- right! I'm s- sorry Lord- uhm- I mean! I'm sorry Shiro!"
She straightened back up as a blush coated her (color) cheeks. Her hand shakily jutting out as her feet moved from side to side in a nervous manner.
"I'm y/n and- and I was wondering if you like to come and play with me and my friends.."
His heart did a backflip and he internally swooned. So cute!
He immediately snatched her hand into his own despite her hand being slightly dirty than his clean, pristine one.
"I would love to!"
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sophswritingthings · 3 months
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ruin my life -- chapter 1
| warning(s): light swearing |
| a/n: modern mizu had such a grip on me, and now were here. |
| summary: an overlook into mizu's life before you enter it. |
| song rec: ruin my life -- zolita (for the story, in general) |
| word count: 776 words / 4,211 characters |
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mizu always kept to herself, she was never the loud type. always played a background role, even if people thought she should be in the spotlight.
never had she believed that before she met eiji.
eiji was an alumni at her school.. one of the many famous actors the school had produced. the amount of actors they had produced is why she really wanted to go to the school, in the first place.
and meeting him kind of changed her whole perception of her own talent, of her own mind. if someone who was so great could tell her all these great things about herself, they were true, surely.
"listen here, kid, nobody ever did anything by sitting on their ass and never getting anything done," he furrowed his eyebrows as they walked side by side, through the halls of the marbled school. "I know that better than anyone. you remind me of myself, when I went here."
she arched one eyebrow, "how come? im.. nothing like you, I mean.. you're this great actor and im just.. a college student who can barley pay their own tuition."
he gently gripped her shoulder, nodding, "exactly. do you think I was some great guy while I was in college? I didn't come from riches, kid, I could barley pay for this college when I was your age."
she adverted her gaze, a little sigh leaving her lips, "suppose that's true," mizu mumbled.
"and ive heard you do fencing," he tapped his cane against the ground, "as did i."
"oh--yeah. yeah, I know," a small smile crossed her lips. "its part of the reason I wanted to start. sort of, I guess."
"its a noble practice," he nodded, smiling a bit. "may I request to meet you, again, mizu? after your classes, tomorrow."
her eyes widened, gazing at him. someone as great as him, wanted anything to do with them?
"um, uh, yes." she stammered, "I'll meet you here."
and from then on, that's what they'd do. hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks that she would meet eiji for both fencing practice, and acting/college advice.
eiji was basically the father she had never had, someone to inspire her, push her forward.
her college life had improved, a little. not by much, but a little. she still lived in a small-ass college dorm with three other girls, sharing two sets of bunk beds in the room the size of a walk in closet.
"mizu? hey?" one of the girls, carrie, seemed to take an interest in her early. and of course, she had settled on the top bunk of mizu's bed. the girl popped down, swinging her head over mizu's bed. "you doin' anything tomorrow? me and some friends were going out and--"
mizu's head had almost immediately blocked out any word she said. she didn't want anything to do with this girl, nor what she was offering. she seemed to be the kind of girl to cling and never leave, and she was not about that. she'd come home crying over some new girl every week, she could guess, crying that they said she was "too clingy".
"uh--yeah. im working," mizu hissed, never looking up from her phone.
that wasn't a lie, actually, she had work at her average pay job as a barista. she had been working there ever since she got accepted into the college, how else would she pa her tuition?
not that it helped, much, it wasn't the best pay ever. and her tuition was more than 50,000 dollars a year--she was going to be in debt for more days than she thought she could count. but if she managed (and hopefully she would, with eijis help) to get a good gig, or few, she could pay it off in no time.
the coffee shop wasn't too bad, though. customers were usually quiet, besides the few that would come in every so often. she'd get okay tips, considering she tried to be as respectful as she could.
she had her friends. none of which attended the same school--they all had different majors. whom she considered her best friend, akemi, was in harvard law school miles away from them. taigen had gotten into law school, too, just not the same. (he definitely wasn't smart enough for harvard, that's for sure.) and ringo, the sweet culinary major she'd met going out for drinks, one night, with akemi. he was a mixologist, and despite his lack of hands--he was a wonderful one.
her life was calm. her life was quiet.
there was never anything absolutely interesting, about it.
that was--until you walked into it.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months
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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead
Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Nancy waited for her sister patiently at the bottom of the stairs, but she was taking longer than she should have for someone who knows now how to get dressed herself. She was just about to go up there when Holly came bounding down the stairs, her blond hair loose around her shoulders.
"I'm ready for the mall, Nancy!" Holly exclaimed. "I put on makeup just like you would."
Nancy put her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the laughter. Holly was wearing bright blue eyeshadow that was spread across her eyelids and well over her eyebrows. It made her look permanently surprised. She had lipstick spread across her lips and around them.
"Did you look in the mirror yet, Holly?" Nancy asked.
"No, does it look bad?" Holly asked.
She couldn't help it, she burst into laughter. It caused her mother to come in from the living room.
"What is going - Oh my goodness," Karen snorted.
"Apparently, she put on makeup just like I would," Nancy giggled.
Karen picked up the polaroid from the hallway table and snapped a picture.
"Can I see, Mommy?" Holly asked, and she showed her. "Oh! I look so silly. I look like a clown."
Holly giggled and honked her nose. Nancy swooped her up in a hug and pressed a hard kiss to her cheek. Karen had snapped another picture. Nancy settled her on her hip.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up, and then I'll braid your hair," Nancy chuckled as she bounded up the stairs.
Karen dropped them off at the mall, announcing as they got out of the car that she would be running errands and that she would be back soon. Nancy scoffed as she watched her mother drive away. She knew exactly what kind of errands she would be doing. Ally told her what she saw her mother doing at the mall. . .checking out Billy like most women. Not only was it disgusting because he was an evil asshole but he was also the same age as Nancy. Honestly, his personality was too ugly for her to find him attractive. That was the difference between him and Jonathan. . .intent. It was also the fact that Jonathan actually gave a shit about his brother. Maybe that was attracted her to Jonathan in the first place. Before Nancy could venture further into her darkening thoughts, she felt a tug on her dress.
"Come on, Nancy!" Holly said.
She smiled at her sister and took her hand, deciding to enjoy the outing. Nancy and Holly went to the bookstore first, where she had to pull Holly away. She was really happy that Holly was interested in reading but she also needed to buy her shoes before lunch. The kid was outgrowing the shoes faster than she could wear them out. Of course, with the new shoes, Holly also wanted a dress to go with them. She ended up finding a purple one with flowers on it and one that's similar to hers for Nancy. They twirled in front of the mirror.
"What do you think? Should we pay for them and wear them out of the store?" Nancy asked.
"Yes!" Holly grinned.
Once they paid for them and got bags for their other clothes, they started heading towards the food court. Nancy made sure they chose a place that served chicken nuggets. While Holly loved all food, chicken nuggets were always a must with her. She was looking for a place to sit down when she spotted Eddie sitting with a couple of his friends. He spotted her, and his face brightened up at the sight of her.
"Nancy!" Eddie exclaimed, waving her over.
He had forgotten that his legs had been wrapped around the chair, and in his hurry to jump up, he stumbled to the ground. His friends burst into laughter. Nancy giggled.
"You want to meet my friend Eddie?" Nancy asked Holly.
"Yeah, he looks funny!"
Carrying their baskets and their bags, they wandered over to the table. Eddie dusted himself off and stood up. He smiled when they arrived at the table.
"Nice face plant, Eddie," Nancy said.
"I meant to do that," Eddie said.
"If your purpose was to kiss the floor," Nancy said, and his friends laughed. "Then yeah, you succeeded."
"Nancy Wheeler, these are my friends Gareth and Jeff," Eddie introduced. "They're also in Hellfire and in my band, Corroded Coffin."
"Oh. You didn't tell me you were in a band," Nancy said.
"You didn't tell her you were in a band?" Gareth asked him mockingly.
"Our band?" Jeff asked, and Eddie rolled his eyes.
"And who's this little lady?" He asked.
"My sister, Holly," Nancy introduced.
"Hi, Mr. Eddie, we got matching dresses!" Holly said.
"I see that. You guys look like a couple of pretty princesses," Eddie said.
"Who also fights dragons!" Holly exclaimed.
"Well, would a couple of princesses who fight dragons want to sit with us?" Eddie asked.
"Yeah, you aren't scary," Holly said as she plopped down in the seat next to him while Nancy sat on Holly's other side.
"I'm not? Well, that's a first," Eddie said.
"You're fluffy like a teddy bear," Holly said. "Eddie! Teddy!"
"I think that name is sticking, man," Jeff said with a snicker.
"Am I scary?" Holly asked.
"Oh, yeah, very," Eddie said with a gasp and clutched his chest, causing her to giggle. "So, what else you get?"
"The Hobbit. Nancy said I would like it," Holly said. "Our bubba, Mike, won't let us use his book."
"Oh, you're going to love it," Eddie grinned. "Why won't this Mike let you use his book?"
"Mike is an asshole," Holly said seriously, and the boys struggled not to laugh.
"Holly!" Nancy exclaimed. "You shouldn't call him that!"
"What if he is being one?" Holly asked.
"Yeah, Nancy, what if he is being one?" Eddie asked, and she glared at him.
"You still shouldn't," Nancy said.
"You call him that all the time, Nancy!" Holly exclaimed.
"Eat your chicken nuggets, Holly," Nancy said, trying to hide her amusement.
"You ladies doing more shopping after this?" Eddie asked.
"No, Nancy's going to take to me Scoops Ahoy to get ice cream, and she's got a surprise for me," Holly said.
Nancy mouthed Steve’s name over Holly's head, and Eddie grinned.
"That sounds like fun," Eddie said.
"Well, look at that. . .we've got to go," Jeff said, nudging Gareth.
"Oh, yes, we just remembered we've got that thing," Gareth said.
"We were supposed to browse the new music store after lunch," Eddie frowned.
"Well, like we said, we've got that thing," Jeff grinned.
"Teddy! Do you want to come with us?" Holly asked. "Do you know Steve? He works there."
"Oh. I know Steve. I like Steve," Eddie said.
Jeff and Gareth shared a knowing look. Nancy grinned. It looked like they suspected the same thing that she did.
"I like Steve too," Holly grinned.
"Holly, who told you that Steve works there?" Nancy asked.
"Mike," she replied.
Nancy rolled her eyes. Of course, that asshole would ruin the surprise.
"You just called him that word in your head, didn't you?" Eddie grinned and winked at her.
Nancy blushed and rolled her eyes.
"Well, we've got to go," Jeff grinned. "Have fun with Eddie."
"Teddy, you mean," Gareth said as they stood up.
"Bye, Mr. Gareth! Bye, Mr. Jeff!" Holly exclaimed.
"Farewell, Princess Holly," Gareth bowed.
"Oh, fiercest warrior and slayer of dragons," Jeff bowed. "Farewell."
Holly giggled and waved at them until she couldn't see them anymore. She sat back in her seat.
"I like them," Holly said.
"Eh, they're okay," Eddie shrugged with a grin.
"I like Jeff. He's cute, but he's too old, though," Holly said.
"You hear that, Nance? He's cute, but he's old," Eddie grinned.
"Oh God," Nancy laughed.
"Kids say the darndest things," Eddie said.
Once they were finished with their food, they started walking towards Scoops Ahoy. Holly took Nancy's hand and then Eddie's.
"So, you don't get lost," Holly said.
"Smart," Eddie said. "Metalheads like me are very well known for getting lost in malls."
"I didn't know that," Holly gasped. "Nancy, we can't let him get lost."
Nancy's heart fluttered in her chest as she watched Eddie converse happily with her little sister. He was great with her, too. His grin was so wide as he talked animatedly with Holly that he was flashing his dimples. They were very cute and suited him well. Eddie noticed her staring, and he winked at her. Nancy felt her cheeks warm.
"There it is!" Holly exclaimed. "That's it, isn't it?"
"Yes, but - " Nancy started to say.
Holly slipped from their grasps and ran ahead of them. They started running after her, but she was quick to dive between people's legs.
"Jesus! This kid is fast!" Eddie exclaimed.
"Holly!" Nancy yelled.
Suddenly, they heard her scream and they were running faster than ever. They found her lying on the floor, a large stony faced man glaring down at her. Holly's bottom lip was trembling. Nancy realized that it was the delivery guy who had dropped off the ice cream. He growled at Holly, and crocodile tears started welling up in Holly's eyes.
"I'm sorry I ran into you. I didn't mean to," Holly whimpered.
"Hey! The kid said she was sorry! Do you have anything better to do than to scare the shit out of her?!" Eddie snapped, and the man was growling at him now. "Do you understand me? Fuck off, man!"
Nancy knelt down next to Holly and pulled her to her side. The man stepped into Eddie's face menacingly. There was a flash of fear in Eddie's eyes, but he stood his ground, clenched his jaw, and stared at the man right back. When the man realized he was drawing attention from other people, he snorted and walked off. Holly pulled herself out of Nancy's arms and threw her arms around Eddie's legs.
"Are you okay, Teddy?" Holly asked. "I thought he was going to hurt you."
"I'm okay, sweetheart," Eddie said and scooped her up. "Are you okay?"
"I think I scraped my elbow," Holly said.
"Well, let's get that fixed up, shall we?" Eddie said and pulled out his first aid kit. "We can use Princess Nigel. Steve gave him to me, and I named him."
They went to the nearest bench where Nancy pulled Holly into her lap. Eddie knelt in front of her and started patching up her elbow. He stuck his tongue out while he worked.
"I'm sorry for running away, I just got excited," Holly sniffed.
"Well, you scared the crap out of me and your sister, but I think you scared Nancy the most," Eddie said softly.
She didn't realize how close to crying she had been until Eddie had said something or that she was shaking.
"I'm sorry, sissy," Holly said.
"You're okay now. That's the important thing. Always hold hands, though, okay? Promise?" Nancy asked.
"Promise," Holly sniffed. "I'm sorry too, Teddy."
"It's alright. You know, I get into accidents all the time. I'm a huge klutz which is why Steve gave me this," Eddie said as he slipped it into pocket. "I gotta say, though. You're a lot braver than I would have been. I would have shit my pants."
"Then Nancy would have to change you just like she did when I was a baby," Holly giggled.
Eddie and Nancy laughed.
"You know, since you got injured in the line of duty, I think this little warrior deserves a piggyback ride," Eddie said and turned around.
Holly cheered as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He snorted like a pig and started walking with Nancy, who was gazing at him fondly.
"Teddy! Always hold hands, remember?" Holly asked.
Eddie grinned and held out his hand towards Nancy, wiggling his fingers at her. Nancy blushed and took his hand. Somewhere along the way, their fingers slid together. When they entered the parlor, Holly immediately jumped down from Eddie's back and started running towards the counter. Steve ran out and met her halfway, scooping her up.
"There's my girl!" Steve exclaimed.
"I missed you!" Holly squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"I missed you too, pumpkin," Steve said.
"I like your outfit," Holly said.
"I like yours," he replied.
"It matches Nancy's outfit," Holly stated proudly.
"I see that," Steve laughed. "But you know what it needs?"
He took off his hat and plopped it down on her head. She giggled madly.
"How do I look?" She asked.
"Better than I do in the hat," he said. "What have you been up to? Catch me up."
"Me and Teddy almost got eaten by a troll!" Holly exclaimed.
"Okay, I'm a little lost," Steve said.
Nancy watched with a smile on her face as Eddie and Holly both recounted the story in their own adorable way. She loved the way that Holly lit up with both of them. Looking at Steve with Holly, she knew without a doubt that she was still in love with Steve, but there was also something else stirring for Eddie as well. As she looked at both of them, she knew she couldn't put them through what she put Steve through, especially since she could recognize that Steve and Eddie were starting to like one another. She couldn't come between that, and she couldn't mess it up for Holly. If only there was a way for her to be with both of them. Her eyes slid to Robin's, who was now looking at her with wide eyes. It looks like she figured it out, too. Robin slowly raised her hands and gave her two thumbs up. Nancy didn't know what that was supposed to mean. She ignored it and sat down to enjoy some ice cream with the three of them, pushing aside the warm feelings of affection in her stomach.
Chapter Six
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musingsinmountains · 9 months
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The One Shots: Mikey
Pairing: Mikey (Manjiro) Sano x reader
Inspired by: I want you by Savage Garden
CW/TW: mention of bullying/assault, bruises
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Mikey was never really into the idea of dating or having a partner. It’s not like he wasn’t happy for Ken-chin and Emma, but it just wasn’t his thing. If he ever fell in love he’d move ever so slightly away. Better to keep people at arms length, especially when you’re the commander of a gang. At least that was what he thought until there was a new student at the family dojo.
It was his normal training time with his grandfather and Baji, but the dojo was closed up. He could hear his grandfather talking with Emma and someone else? “Please grandpa? The boys at school are getting too bold.” Emma complained. Mikey snuck a peak in the crack of the door frame just as Emma revealed the bruises on your arms and chest. Magenta feelings take up shelter in the base of his spine. You were the first person he thought was beautiful.
Like clockwork, his grandfather called out to him and he entered the room fully exposed to the extent of your injuries. “I think self defense training is the perfect training for Manjiro and Keisuke,” the old man nodded. “Majiro, when Keisuke arrives the two of you will assist Emma and her friend with some basic self defense training,” he continued, turning to his grandson. Mikey nodded, “Yes, sensei”.
After Mansaku left the dojo, Mikey looked you up and down. “Take a picture,” you growled and threw your uniform jacket down. Emma soothed you, reassuring you that he’s just assessing what level of intensity to make the training.  “Sorry,” you apologize, picking up your uniform jacket to put back on. But not before the boy with long raven hair enters.
“Hey Emma, what the fuck?”  Baji exclaims, looking at you. At least Mikey had the tact not to verbalize his disgust. Emma explains how some of the guys in your class have been bullying you  because of your body. Baji was mad, demanding names of the “assholes who are hurting women”.  Conversation has a time and place. And this was not the time nor the place for what Baji wanted to talk about.
“Sensei assigned us to give them some self defense training,” Mikey said calmly, putting his hand on Baji’s shoulder. “Baji, why don't you take Emma. I’ll work with her friend”. The two martial artists split up with their “student” and get to work. “Are you okay with me touching you?” Mikey asked. You nodded and the training began. At first, you had trouble deflecting his mock attacks. 
“How am I messing this up?” your frustration was almost at a breaking point.
“Well, come stand a little bit closer,” Mikey said, “If you square up your stance, you’ll block my next attempt.” You nod and put his advice into action. This time when he came at you, the block and deflect worked. Mikey smiled at you, proud that his “student” was doing so well. After an hour, the self defense class ended and Mikey invited you back the next day for more training. 
“You’re on,” you smile at him. Emma and Baji rejoin you two, then Emma walks you to the gate. 
“He likes taiyaki,” she muses, “in case you wanted to thank him”. You gently shove her shoulder. Her advice was usually pretty  good, so you stop and pick up some of the sweet treats on your way to lesson 2. 
“Oh hey,” he smirked, “Ready for lesson two?” This lesson included throwing an attacker. This move took a few tries. First he walked you through the body movement, where you place your hands on the attacker, etc. The first attempt was a bust. “When I get to you,” his voice grows louder as he moves across the room, “Remember to ground into your heels and use that to propel you”. The second your footing was off. The third? That was the charm. When he comes at you, you just hold on tight and you flip him.
He’s down on the floor. Eyes wide with bewilderment. His cough morphs into a loud guffaw.  The invincible Mikey had the wind knocked out of him by the best friend of his sister. I want you, his thoughts betray him. Something about your power, prowess, and how quickly you picked up the moves made his heart skip a beat. He locks eyes with you, “Guess I didn’t know what I was in for,” he laughs as you help him up. 
“You’ll never know what hit you,” you smile. At this point, Mikey called it an afternoon. “Oh,” you breathe hard, “before I go, I have a thank you gift.” You hand him the box of taiyaki. The coil in his belly was winding tighter as he ate one. Sweeter than usual.
“Thank you,” he whispered as he accepted the box from you. This time, he walks you to the gate. Doesn’t stop there, he walks you home. At the door, he leans in close and you whisper for permission to kiss him.
No, Mikey didn’t know if he needed you but he was dying to find out.
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chaotic-on-main · 10 months
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Sunrise | ModernAU One-Shot
☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader
☾ Content/Warnings ➼ best friends to lovers, parental emotional abuse, FLUFF, slight hurt/comfort
☾ A/N ➼ This might be a little self indulgent, but I hope y'all like it anyways. The things the mom said may or may not be things my mother has said to me. I'm okay, before anyone asks lol. I hope this is comforting to others out there. Love you guys! Time to start of June's outline. :3
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Your silver sedan sits in the street in front of Levi’s apartment, headlights glowing on the other cars around you. Soft rock plays through the speakers as you drum your fingers on the steering wheel in impatience, the vibrant blue console lights lighting up your face. You had sent him a ‘here!’ which was left on read, meaning he was still up but still nowhere in sight. Maybe he couldn’t find his shoes? No, that wasn’t like him. He has a cubby by the door for them, which he kept immaculate. Just as you were going through other impossible scenarios, there’s a sharp knock on the passenger door that makes you jump. It’s Levi, double fisting two teas in to-go cups as you requested.
“Will you get the door, dumbass? My hands are full.” You hear muffled through the glass. It takes a bit of strain, but you lean over to unlatch the door and push it so Levi can kick it open with the tip of his shoe carefully. The internal lights pop on, blinding you momentarily but when your vision adjusts, you see Levi extending a long-sleeved arm to you with your drink.
“You remembered!” You exclaim, grabbing the warm cup from him so he can place his own down in the cup holder before sliding himself in the seat next to you.
“You asked for it.” He grumbles as he buckles himself in and then stares over at you, deadpan. His eyes widen a bit as he takes in the sight of you. "Is that my sweater?" You were indeed wearing Levi's thick, gray turtleneck. His favorite one, at that. You notice he says nothing about the red puffiness around your eyes.
“Well hello to you too, grumpy.” You smirk over at him as you take a careful sip of your tea, ignoring his question and relishing the flavors that Levi chose. It’s a blend that Levi had made special for you a while back, strong and smooth and a little fruity. Levi wasn’t a fan of it, but you loved it - for more reasons than you wouldn’t dare say.
“I’m not grumpy. And I’ve been looking for that all week. I’ll take it from you by force if I have to.”
“Mmm, kinky.” He scoffs but says nothing, looking away. You shift in your seat so you're facing him, linking your fingers together and resting your chin on them as you stare over at him. He gives you a side-eye, then a scowl.
"I am not driving, forget it." Levi snaps at you.
.
“So, what was it this time?” Levi mutters over to you from the driver’s side. He has the window down, hair wind-swept as he stares out into the very early morning darkness. His index finger taps on the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing in the background.
“Hm?” You don't bother looking over you as you speak. You have your arms placed up on the door with your head resting on them, your face lighting up every couple seconds from the glow of the passing street lights.
“What kept you awake this time?” You think for a moment about how you want to word what made your heart ache today. Even after 17 years of friendship, you still struggle with talking about your feelings with him. An emotional disconnection you’ve had since before you met him so long ago. He understood though and never asked, which is why he sat so patiently while you pieced together your thoughts. Nothing coherent came to mind, though.
“I don't…" You trail off, clearing your throat in discomfort. You bring your hand to your mouth and start chewing on your thumbnail.
"…know how to word it?" Levi finishes for you. As always, he was so good at reading you.
"Look at you finishing my sentences. You know, the whole friend group thinks we're secretly dating. Hange even has a bet."
"Oh yeah? What did shitty-glasses wager on this one?” Levi quips without missing a beat. He rolls to a stop at a four-way and takes this time to give you a full exasperated stare.
"Something about cleaning Miche's and Nanaba's shared apartment if they lost.“ You laugh before taking another sip of your tea. It's sweetened just the way you like it. Levi is great at remembering the little things like that.
“Tch. Then they better start cleaning.” Levi grumbles as he pushes down on the gas pedal gently. Levi didn't press, but you knew the conversation was well from over. He would never tell you, but he always wanted to know what was on your mind, especially when you were this upset. To you, however, he didn't need to. His quick glances at you every other stoplight told you enough how present he is for you, and always would be.
You stick your head out the window and smile at the warm breeze against your face. When you stare up at the sky, your vision is filled with pale stars and a bright moon. A couple clouds float by, lit up from the moonlight. It really is a perfect right for a drive.
"Do we have a destination in mind?" He turns the volume dial up a bit, the same soft rock from before now at a moderate level. You wouldn't mind it being louder, but with Levi's question now lingering in the air, skull shaking volume would have to wait.
"I don't, actually. I was hoping you’d just drive and see where it takes us." You give him a huge grin and a finger gun, and Levi just snorts in response.
"Alright then. Let's see where this takes us."
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Around an hour and half later, Levi and you find yourselves still in the car on a gentle incline. You have no idea where Levi was taking you but now with the faint light of the early morning, you can see you're somewhere with lots of trees. Both of you are far from tired, disposable cups now empty. You’ve been staring at Levi for the last ten minutes with glazed eyes as your mind wanders. His voice snaps you back.
“Before you say anything about the eye bags, just know you’re part of the problem.” He says dryly with pursed lips.
“Pfft, your sleep problems are yours and yours alone.” You roll your eyes at that, but you can’t hold back your smile. The car slows down before turning off on a dirt path to your left. It’s still quite dark from the canopy of leaves above, so your view is limited to what the headlights illuminate.
“Oh, is this the day? You’re finally going to murder me and dispose of my body in the forest where it belongs?? What is it, head bludgeoning or a gunshot?” You feign an excited tone, wide eyes and toothy grin to accentuate it.
“Trust me. When I get rid of you, it’ll be much more thrilling than either of those.”
“Boo.” You stick your tongue out and pout.
Levi rolls the car down the path slowly, keeping his eye out for anything that might be in the way. It was relatively safe with only fallen leaves and small twigs littering the road. There’s a light at the end of it and after a moment, the car breaks through and then Levi puts the car in park. Your breath is taken away in a mere second.
You unfasten your seat belt and throw yourself out of the car quickly. Not bothering to shut the door behind you, you run over to the edge of the cliff that you find yourself on. You’re not sure how high up you are but it’s a considerable distance because the trees that litter the valley beneath you are quite small. It’s all green, broken up by a wide river that you suspect is the very same one that cuts through town. A layer of low fog weaves through the whole valley, and you imagine how pretty the morning dew must be from it. On the horizon, you see the beginning of pinks and oranges start to paint the sky. The sun is about to break.
Raising your hands above your head, you scream with exhilaration. A warm gust of wind blows against your face, throwing your hair back and tangling in the breeze. This was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen, you think.
“Levi Ackerman, you jerk! How could you keep something like this from me!?” You yell as you turn around quickly, meeting his stormy gray eyes. He’s staring at you with a lopsided smile while he leans against the driver’s side door, arms and legs crossed.
“I can’t let you in on all of my secrets. That’s just not fair.” He shrugs with nonchalance.
“Does almost two decades of friendship mean nothing to you?” You smirk over at him.
Levi makes his way to the hood of the car and sits back on it, patting the spot next to him for you. You raise your eyebrow at him but amble over to him anyways before pulling yourself up as well. Your legs curl up under you as you cross them, noting the metal underneath you bending more than you’d like. Whatever, your car is on its last leg anyways.
You both sit in silence for a moment. Birds chirp and sing behind you in the trees, the rustling of the leaves signifies the start of their early morning routines. The sun still hasn’t made an appearance, and you gauge it’ll probably be another fifteen or so minutes until it wakes up for the day.
“So. What happened?” Levi pipes up next to you. When you twist your head to look at him, you notice a softness in his eyes; a look he reserves for when it’s just you and him. Pulling your legs up to your chest, you rest your cheek against your knee as you continue to watch Levi.
“My mother called me again.” You frown a little, now matching the one Levi points your way.
“You answered, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. I told myself not to but then I got worried that maybe something happened. So, I picked it up. It started off okay…” You trail off as you reposition your head so that you are now resting your chin in the crook of where your knees met. The oranges and pinks glow brighter with every passing second.
“What did she say this time?” he asks gently.
“Oh, the usual. ‘You know how I feel about quitters’ and ‘it makes me sad to see your wasted potential’ then ended it with something along the lines of ‘being selfish’.” You laugh sardonically at that, heavy bitterness seeping into your tone.
“You know better than to-“
“Than to answer I know.” You snap. You continue to stare at an invisible airplane in the distance. The wind starts stinging your eyes, or was it tears? You blink hard to get whatever it was out.
“- than to believe any of that shit.” Levi retorts. He shifts next to you, the groaning of the metal underneath you both breaking up the momentary silence.
“I know, and it’s just so frustrating that it still gets under my skin. It’s been years since I’ve left. You’d think I’d be over it by now.” Your voice gives you away with a crack. You sniffle and rub your eyes with the sleeves of Levi’s sweater. Your tears leave dark marks against the gray. Levi mumbles your name, and you sit up and turn your head back to him. He just stares at you with his lips parted, thinking of what he wanted to say.
“Healing isn’t linear, nor is it clean. It’s going to have its moments where you feel like you’re falling back and it’s becoming too loud and chaotic. But you are healing, you need to be patient with yourself.” He says over to you gently, before bumping against your shoulder with his own affectionately. He’s a lot closer than you thought he was. “And don’t answer her calls anymore.” You continue to stare at him, this time in wonder.
“Hey Levi?” You ask softly.
“Hm?”
“You know you’re my best friend, right?”
This time Levi stares at you, but with what you’re not sure. You don’t get a moment to think as Levi leans into you, slowly. His lips linger across from yours, as if waiting for you to pull away. You don’t. Pushing yourself into him, your lips meet his and they’re so soft against yours. It starts off gentle, but then the kiss deepens as he moves his arm in a way to hold you closer to him. He tastes like bitter tea leaves and sweet honey. The sun breaks over the horizon, pale yellow now lighting up the surroundings.
When you both pull away, you notice a pink flush burning into his cheeks as he stares over at you. A laugh escapes you, loud and chest deep. A small smile tugs at his lips as he watches you. The way the early morning sun hits his face, you want it ingrained in your brain.
You grab his shirt and pull him back into another kiss, smiling into it as you do.
“Don’t tell Hange, I still want to watch them clean.” Levi mumbles against your mouth.
This moment, right here. You wanted to stay forever, you think.
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kirain · 14 days
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Hi! I love your metas and I had a question if you don't mind. I love Barcus but I'm a bit confused by the Ironhand gnomes and why they were so mad at the Gondians? Did I maybe miss something?
Omg, I'm so glad someone asked me this! Thank you, anon. I broached this exact subject with my friend a few days ago, and I'd already considered writing a post about it, so this was the kick I needed! Barcus is hands down my favourite NPC (perhaps of all time) and the gnome plight is easily my favourite side quest in the entire game, so I'm excited to share what I've learned!
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To preface, I'd like to mention that most gnomes, according to D&D lore, live in clans and keep to themselves. This is especially true for deep gnomes, as the Underdark is an exceedingly dangerous homeland. Their people are often enslaved by drow or duergar, or eaten by other nefarious creatures that lurk in the shadows. As such, they have become a profoundly somber and cynical race, relying only on each other for survival. They're also extremely wary of strangers, as Barcus perfectly demonstrates when we first meet him.
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Now, a history lesson. The Ironhand Gnomes, who at some point left the Underdark, worked in Baldur's Gate for generations, providing the city with the best mechanomagical inventions the populace had ever seen. Though they still kept to themselves and worked in isolation, they were well respected by the citizens, and flourished enough to inspire other gnomes to seek a new life in the city as well. This may not have been their goal, but whether they meant to or not, they brought gnomish innovation to the forefront of one of the most multicultural cities in all of Faerûn.
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More importantly, the Ironhand Gnomes worshipped a lesser deity called Gaerdal Ironhand, who Wulbren's ancestor, Wolverforce Bongle, allegedly conversed with. Massive however, in all of my research, I haven't been able to find any evidence that he was truly capable of such a feat, nor is he ever referred to as a "Chosen" by either himself or anyone from his clan. Therefore, it's possible this is nothing more than an unsubstantiated claim made by zealots. A book called Ironhand Gnomes: Our Grievances can be found in the gnome hideout in Act 3, verifying some of this information, but it's glaringly biased against the Gondians, with radically religious and violent undertones.
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But where did this hatred come from? Well, according to the book, the Ironhand Gnomes shared some of their expertise with other clans, and some of those clans took what they learned and opened their own workshops. The Gondians, who worship Gond, did particularly well, constructing their own factories and becoming quick competition. They even built a Gondian Church in the city, and attributed their success to Gond; god of craft, smithing, and inventiveness. For whatever reason, the Ironhands didn't appreciate this and accused the Gondians of stealing their methods and designs, as well as pointing out flaws in their "shoddy" craftsmanship.
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However, Gondian work was relatively flawless, as well as artifice-based, meaning it relied on science and raw materials. The Ironhands specialised in mechanomagical inventions, meaning they imbued their engines with arcane influence. This put the Gondians and Ironhands at odds with each other, as Gond espoused artifice supremacy, whereas Gaerdal Ironhand, according to Wolverforce, accused Gond of being a thief. So yes, we've reached the crux of the issue—religious turmoil. Both gods, I should mention, are good-aligned and easily misinterpreted, so of course that adds another layer of complications.
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In response to the Ironhand's accusations, the Gondians started slandering the Ironhand clan, losing them favour in the city. In other words, the feud quite literally became a he said/she said situation, with both clans acting like petty children. Whether or not the Ironhand Gnomes taught the Gondians a few tricks, they weren't owed credit for their inventions. That would be like my friend showing me how to use Adobe Animate, then demanding credit for all of my artwork thereafter ... and all while criticising it. And the Gondians, though attempting to protect their reputation, had no right to spread lies about the Ironhand clan, not all of whom participated in the drama. They could've let their work speak for itself.
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But this war of finger-pointing dragged on, with both sides losing and gaining support from confused Baldurians. Eventually, the Ironhands became desperate to get the upperhand, rousing Wolverforce to experiment with the thought-to-be mythical runepowder. This led to what became known as the "Unfortunate Runepowder Incident", wherein the overweening Wolverforce caused a massive explosion, killing himself and countless others in the blast. Wulbren blames this tragedy on the Gondians alone, and many Ironhands seem to feel it was the root of their exile, but there's more to it.
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In reality, the Ironhand Gnomes were banished from Baldur's Gate because they aligned themselves with Sarevok Anchev, the Bhaalspawn who tried to destroy the city in the first game. For some reason, Wulbren completely glosses over this detail, likely because he can't bring himself to admit the Ironhands are responsible for their own downfall. In fact, he brushes it off, as if it's some insignificant happenstance that deserves forgiveness without merit. After all, it happened over a century ago. Then, in Act 3, he says a painfully backwards line about how he thinks the Gondians would've joined Sarevok, if given the chance. But they did have a chance, and they didn't join him. The Ironhands did. As far as I'm concerned, this highlights Wulbren's extensive denial.
Which brings me around to Barcus and why he's such an endearing character. He doesn't care about ancient feuds or gnome supremacy. He made a name for himself, despite his clan's reputation. The Gondians never saw him as an enemy, and he in turn saw the value in their work. He prefers diplomacy and open dialogue, and he abhors violence to the highest degree. With a little hard work, he proved that the Ironhand Gnomes could've redeemed themselves without resorting to such extreme and radical measures; which is why I will always argue for him to take leadership. He's the best. He's everything. He is the shining future of unity and creation.
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My Makoto Naegi angst analisis thing (Hc)
(PLEASE KEEP IN NOTE): That this is just my general idea of him, kinda scared to share this cause qjdnnejf I know everyone has different opinions on Makoto so I'm just posting this in my own prespective of him. (It's a little messy cause I am unstable and disorganized when I write this so beware ooo)
Here's the art I made for this
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So like, I believe Makoto has issues I think we all established that, and the moment when komaru mentioned of how he changes a lot in UDG (but still hold some same aspects of traits and habits that just makes him.... him) after managed to contact him the first time. It strucks me so bad that it gaves me a migrane /vpos
Like, Makoto earned his new title of the ultimate Hope (with the capital H and everything) just by defeating Junko the ultimate despair? By that point he was seen by the world as the savior and as the first and only hope they have thought lost for YEARS
Makoto's ability to move everyone by just words to which he probably didn't even realised the power he held over it. He's just incredibly passionate and its because his whole body speaks GENUINE emotions, his stubborn willpower and determination undeterred by despair and everything Junko herself has set up for.
It is something not everyone has the luxury to have. His optimism. But that's the thing.
Makoto was the ultimate Hope, only because he was just optimistic in nature. It was the flock of the moment during the last trial, his contagious optimism is what everyone, his friends, the world, preceives as Hope. The enlighting feeling of inspiration by just words of support and motivations for the first time since years after the tragedy started.
But again. Thats the thing. The "Hope" they admire, they clung onto, they worshipped, and they DIE for, was his mere optimistic nature. Just like he said himself "Optimism is all I'm best at".
Its cause well, it's true. (Kinda)
All he was ever good at in his view was just being that. When I rewatched future arc I sense how unBEARABLY useless he is without that title and usual positive nature, and his words don't reach the leaders of future foundation from attempting to kill one another (aside from certain ones, and at the very end ofc, but even then it was too late to prevent the deaths). His words doesnt even managed to reach Ryota from preventing him in using the Hope brainwash video.
It just further shows how.... normal he is
Despite the title, it just shows that he is nothing but a normal guy. He's not some god everyone preceives him to be, he's just some dude that was placed in a wrong time and place.
It's like all the good he is being- well, normal. Like typical "good kid". Somehow it kinda hurts to think about it, like you're obligated to see all positive in lives for it as everyone depends on you for such.
And now the whole world was in the palm of his hands.
I feel like he's scared, despite his strong stand and brave, determined face, he is a normal, ordinary guy that scared to lose what he was ever good and seen by everyone as. Being optimistic and hopeful.
Its like he's not allowed to even be sad for a moment to cry his hearts out. Because the world depends on him, his friends depends on him, he rely on them too much, he cant lose hope cause if he does, the world will fall apart AGAIN, and people will die AGAIN (just like his classmates, just like the people who died for him) he doesnt think he can handle that the second time.
Since that one thing Makoto despises the most is violence. Death to be exact.
He was probably exhausted but he cant yet, he has to keep moving forward, for the world's sake, his friends' sake, his only remaining family; his sister's sake, and for the sake of those who had died so he can carry out their hope that was left behind.
Theres also this quote that remind me of him:
"I'm scared that the moment I look like I'm suffering. Noone will believe me anymore"
Because like. He really cant do things as much without his friends. All he has was his hope; his positivity, determination, and optimistic nature. So he stood tall, facing despair, putting up a strong look just so people of the world, and his friends know, that they all can trust him. To have faith in him.
Because being optimistic is all he's best at.
That hope he has held dearly was destroying him internally. Scary thing is it? Despair isnt what was breaking him. It was the very thing that he was good at. And the very thing everyone thought of when they see him.
Just like junko when you think about it. She- ultimate despair, destroyed herself by the very thing she is (basically executed herself in the last trial) and now makoto was doing the same thing.
"The world's hope", "the strongest who never falters at the face of despair", "the savior", "their guiding light"
How much longer should he keep that up? Before everyone realised that he's nothing but just an ordinary, plain, boring guy?
How much longer should he fall before allowing himself to hit the ground?
A sprout who never truly managed to grow old, it's choose to shelter other by it's leaves, holding still, unmoving.
Yet its roots slowly rotten by parasites and disease, trying to keep the earth together. They can't die now, they're the protector, the hope of it all. <-(quote by one of my friend Ele, which I think is neat in itself, considering Naegi's name means sappling or seedling in general ajdhwjdj)
He may have survived the first killing game that birth his title as the Ultimate Hope,
He may have survived the second killing game in the Neo world program that shows us how devastated it must be for Makoto that Nagito would go that far for the sake of hope, how Makoto's words and hope does not reach the remaining survivor,
He may survived the third killing game in the Future Foundation where it must be devastating that he's unable to understand the victims fully from preventing them to try and kill eachother off ("don't try pretending you understand them, you don't understand them at all" kinda feel), where he watched as Kyoko died for his hope, not telling him THAT she will die, letting him live because not only that he was the closest friend she ever has, but knowing her; she thinks that the world still need the ultimate hope, and because of that, she was ready to accept her fate for it, because she was assured that Makoto is strong enough to move forward even when it's hard, because she has faith in him. Because she believes that Makoto will never give up Hope.
Eventhough he had survive countless scenarios where he could die anytime of those. I feel like eventhough he had survived multiple times.. he had died, multiple times as well, to become who he is now (multiple rebirth symbolism). To the point where he is unrecognizable in his own eyes, the feeling of the old him far out of reach, who is he now?
Things are so simple to him back then, why does things don't make sense to him about himself now?
He may never feel lonely outside, because he believes that his friends will always have his back, he believes that there will always be someone that could give him a hand.
But here, in his own mind, in his own exhaustion, in his own struggle, in his own confusion, he is completely all alone. This one is his alone to go through, his friends has too much on their plate already to handle this, he relied on them too much already.. (in a way, perhaps, he try to rely on others less).
Theres soooo many I wanna say about him but this is the general idea of my view on him, or er, version ig? His accidental savior complex that is.
And don't make me start of his self-sacrificial tendency. /lh
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