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thestarsarebrightertonight · 1 month

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i love you , its ruining my life!! // lorenzo berkshire x fem hufflepuff reader

playlist : fortnight - taylor swift

summary : lorenzo berkshire is so completely infatuated with a girl in hufflepuff , its ruining his life!!

y/n used , hufflepuff reader , ttpd was amazing, fluff

a/n : im the queen of slytherin boys x hufflepuff reader lets be honest ,also fortnight is a sad song but i did a different take on it bc fluff is just better !! LMAO

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its been three months since the very first time lorenzo berkshire saw you in class. he had never seen you before despite your presence being a constant since 1st year, and to say you hadnt gone unseen since was an understatement.

lorenzo berkshire has found himself in nothing but trouble since his little crush on you first blossomed , the very first time he saw you , that fateful day in potions - he had lost 20 points for slytherin in one lesson. and the reasons for his points deduction was simple , he just couldnt focus.

you pushed your hair behind your ear , he dropped his ink pot onto the floor , the loud smash interrupting snapes monotone first lesson back speech.

five points.

you laughed at something your male seat partner said , lorenzo clenched his fist so hard that he snapped his quill as the ink and snapped up feather made a mess of his desk.

five points.

you spoke to lorenzos best friend , theodore , making him misplace an ingredient into his cauldron that caused it to explode back into draco -his seat partner and friends- face.

ten points.

to say his friends and whole house were infruriated with him after that ,was an understatment - enzo had gotten them into points debt on the very first day. thats never even been done before!

but they were even angrier with him a few weeks ago.

it was the day of the highly anticipated , very first, gryffindor vs slytherin match of the year - and enzo bottled it because he was looking at you in the stands.

who could blame him! you were stood in the stands wearing a slytherin scarf with the number 13 on your cheek in green face paint , his number!!

the amount of quaffles he failed to catch and goals he missed completely because of his focus being elsewhere , became too much to count by the end of the match. that slytherin lost by the way.

but even when draco screamed in his face and theodore pushed him into the changing rooms , his mind couldnt leave your happy face as you watched him - and only him.

the most recent incident was when he sat in an exam , not writing a single word because he couldnt stop thinking about how you smiled at him and said hello to him earlier that day. he tried to play it off as hufflepuff friendliness but the red tint in your cheeks and beaming smile blocked out any thought of doubt - and charms knowledge.

that charms test was the first fail he has ever gotten at hogwarts.

all because of you and your pretty stupid smile!

as he stared down at his paper a week later with a horified expression and a sympathetic pansy rubbing his back , he decided enough was enough , he needed to get this off his chest.

so later that day he now found himself sat in the great hall , staring at where you usually sit , except the spot was empty.

his leg bounced under the table as he played with his hands and tie , loosening and re-loosening it every two seconds.

"lorenzo please stop." pansy begged with her head in her hands , trying to will the sound of lorenzos tapping foot to become white noise.

snapping out of it he stopped all movement and looked down with a somber sigh , maybe something happened to you? maybe youre avoiding him? maybe you hate him? maybe youre not hungry?

"enzo chill mate shes just walked in." theodore said looking at something - or someone - by the enterance to the great hall.

without sparing a seond enzo stormed over to you , grabbing your hand softly and stopping your walk to the hufflepuff table.

"please come with me," enzo said as more of a command as you nodded with concern and followed him out the hall and to an empty corridor.

he stopped you so you were stood against the wall and began to pace.

after many seconds of silence you began to question why you were there ,"lorenz-"

"i love you, and its ruining my life!!" he said loudly , stopping in his tracks staring at you , not with anger but instead despiration.

he now stepped forward as you stepped back and hit the wall , "ive lost points , matches , i failed my test for the first time ever!.....please. please say no and let me move on."

you stared up at him in complete shock , "lorenzo you dont know me-"

"i do. oh trust me i do , i know you prefer cats and like muggle classics as well as poetry. your favourite colour is yellow but you dont really tell anyone as to not be called a stereotypical hufflepuff. and...i know theres things i dont know but there is nothing else on this planet i want to learn more about, than you."

you began to beam your signature smile up at him , bringing your arms to wrap around his neck as he melted under your touch, "i failed charms too."

it was his turned to now be confused , "but charms is your favourite?-"

"there was this really handsome guy sat in front of me who i just couldnt stop looking at. he was distracting me."

lorenzo expression fell as his heart broke slowly , "w-who?..."

you looked at him teasingly , "seriously? you enzo!"

he let out a gasp of realisation as you pulled him down towards you for a kiss.

lets just say since that day you both got straight As! but thats not to say enzo doesnt still like to admire in lesson.

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thewritingbeforesunrise · 4 months

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BALLERINA - Chapter Thirteen.

A Jake Kiszka AU

Physiotherapist!Jake x Original Female Character

Previous Chapter.

A/N: Hi everyone, it took me ages for this chapter, I'm so sorry but here it is! Two more to go and then it's a wrap, I think.

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings for this chapter: angst, panic attack, poor mental health, reminiscences of a past trauma, physical and psychological pain, anger, betrayal.

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Sweet brown eyes were gazing down at her with so much adoration that her heart swelled with love in her chest.

Warmth enveloped her as those same brown irises became closer and closer and fluttered closed.

She felt as if a featherlight touch was placed on her lips and she parted them, allowing a sigh to leave them.

She closed her eyes as his warm lips pressed against hers, light and soft as rose petals.

Love and longing grew in her heart as the kiss deepened.

An airy laugh, deep and raspy, reached her ears and she heard her own voice mirror it.

Then her eyes opened again and she was met with those same brown irises. Sweet and comforting like dark melted chocolate.

“Jake” she felt her lips form the word but no voice came out.

He was breathtaking, his long hair framing his face and a genuine smile beaming down at her like she had hung every single star in the sky just for him.

She loved him.

She realized it at that exact moment.

She felt her heartbeat pick up in her chest and, for the first time in forever, she experienced true and unadulterated happiness.

She could see nothing but love reflected in his irises and she sighed, contented.

Their bodies were tangled together. His skin was so soft and warm where it was touching hers. It was making her feel incredibly secure and calm.

She closed her eyes again and skimmed her lips along the delicate skin of his neck, feeling him shiver as a deep sigh left his throat.

But all of a sudden, she found herself again in the middle of that road.

And she met those same brown eyes that had been looking down at her with nothing but love seconds before through the windshield of a black car.

Love was nowhere to be seen in those eyes, entirely replaced by fear and panic.

She felt her heart shatter in her chest as she recognised who those eyes belonged to.

She had lost herself looking into them so many times she would have recognised them everywhere.

His face contracted in pure horror as he watched her body hit the windshield and shatter it.

Sorrow enveloped her like a wet blanket, sticking uncomfortably to her body and making her heart grow cold.

Iris woke up with a startle with his name and the salty taste of tears on her trembling lips.

A week had passed from that cursed day she had run away and nothing had changed.

She didn't have the energy to leave her house at all. Actually, she could just barely function and, if possible, she felt even more miserable.

She was utterly exhausted.

During the day, she couldn't stop thinking about what she had seen in Jake’s garage and she couldn't stop herself from trying to find another reason, aside from the obvious one, to explain why that car was there.

At night, she was positively afraid to fall asleep because the moment her eyes closed images of that night kept replaying in her mind. And when the tiredness got the better her sleep was plagued by constant nightmares and she always woke up in tears, panting heavily and calling Jake’s name.

At that moment, her clothes were drenched in sweat, but she was shivering. The blanket was strewn on the floor and the sheets crumpled, all signs that her sleep had been restless.

She noticed that there was a strange light in the room. The alarm on her nightstand told her it was 8:30 am but the sky was still oddly dark to be morning.

A rumble of thunder startled her and she sighed.

She had always loved thunderstorms, they helped her calm down and sleep, but now she couldn't stand them.

Everything reminded her on him.

And she couldn't stand it.

She felt the air leaving her lungs again as every single moment she had shared with Jake replayed in her mind.

His sweet comforting presence that day in her cold hospital room, when she had met him for the first time saved her. She felt the spark instantly. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

The day he gifted her the blanket when she was cold she felt her heart beat like crazy in her chest. That very blanket was now crumbled on her floor and she was unable to even touch it without having another breakdown.

The gentle encouraging words he always had for her, his grounding touch every time he helped her stand and walk, that melancholic song he played just for her with his guitar replayed in her mind like a film.

And then, the softness of his lips when he kissed her for the first time. That memory made goosebumps raise along her spine and she shook her head trying to make that thought go away.

But the thoughts only worsened.

Her brain cruelly reminded her of the first time she felt his body against hers, the first time his hands touched her body during rehabilitation, making her wish to be consumed by him in that very moment.

She quickly sat on the bed. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to stop thinking about him.

Another thunder echoed in her room and she covered her ears trying to block flashbacks from invading her brain.

But it was useless.

Those thunders reminded her of the very evening she gave herself to him fully. The memory of his hot soft skin against hers made new tears slowly streak her flushed cheeks.

She felt nauseous at the thought that he betrayed her in that way. She gave in to the temptation with the very man that had caused all her sufferings.

She felt an indescribable feeling take possession of her heart.

Slowly deep sorrow gave its way to anger.

She felt used by him.

Betrayed.

Images of the night she spent at his house, the feeling of his lips on her neck, his strong hands on her hips made goosebumps raise on her skin and bile in her throat.

Suddenly she couldn't stand to stay in bed a second longer.

She stood as fast as she could, ripping away the remnant of blankets from her flushed body.

A deafening roll of thunder shook her windows mirroring exactly how she felt at that moment. Her heart was hammering in her chest.

A destructive need started to find its way in her mind as the noise of rain hitting the panes grew louder and louder.

Her gaze dropped to the soft blanket that Jake had gifted her back in the hospital and fury almost blinded her.

She crossed the room and opened a drawer. She grabbed a big pair of scissors and marched towards the blanket that was layin on the floor next to the bed.

With tears running down her flushed cheeks she started cutting the fabric and tearing it to pieces. Then she grabbed everything and stormed towards the door that led to a little balcony.

She opened it and threw those shreds down in the street with a frustrated scream.

Then she stood there and observed the fabric getting soaked and ruined as the heavy rain slapped her skin, unforgivingly.

Her knees touched the concrete of the balcony and it scratched her skin as water soaked her hair and clothes.

She started banging her fists on the concrete as her hot angry tears blended with cold raindrops.

She stayed there for an indefinite amount of time trying to suffocate her tremendous need for a man that she trusted with her life and that made her heart shatter into a million little pieces as the storm raged all around her and grew impossibly loud.

Then when she started to shiver and her hands and feet grew numb, she dragged herself inside and wrapped a towel around her body, closing the door behind her and muffling the noise of the storm.

Suddenly the annoying buzz of her phone on the kitchen counter startled her.

She didn't want to go see who it was. She already knew it. Her phone hadn't stopped buzzing with calls and texts since a few hours after she had stormed out of his house.

Someone had even come knocking at her door several times a few days later and she had buried herself deeper into her blankets not to hear the pleading voice that begged her to open the door.

Later, she found out that a little envelope had been slid under her door.

She debated at length if she should open it or burn it without reading it, but in the end she relented.

And what a big mistake that was.

The envelope contained a little white card with just five words written on it.

Those five words made her heart bleed all over again and tears began to flow freely once again, blurring her vision and ruining the ink as they wetted the paper.

Don't go away

Please stay

The loud buzzing of her phone brought her back from her thoughts and she was unable to stop herself from running to the kitchen to see who was calling her.

Before she could get there it stopped buzzing, but when she reached it she gasped. She had 31 missed calls from the past three days.

Twenty of them were from Jake, ten from another number she didn't recognise, along with a shocking amount of texts she didn't want to read.

But the last call wasn't from Jake.

It was from her sister. Before she could call her back, her name appeared on the screen with another incoming call.

Iris didn't really feel like chatting with her but answered anyway.

As soon as she brought her phone to her ear, her sister's boisterous voice as she greeted her made an unexpected smile light up her face.

Her voice reminded her of home and she felt a bit better instantly. The unbearable weight in her heart easied a little.

They talked a little about her progress in physiotherapy but Iris quickly changed subject by asking her sister about her exams at university in Paris.

Then her sister told her something that made her heartbeat quicken with excitement.

“Yesterday after my exam I was walking near the Opéra Garnier and I decided to go visit it. Inside I saw that they were advertising a wonderful ballet internship and I thought about you! It starts six months from now. You should really apply! Think about it, it's Paris after all, sis! You could stay at my place.” Her sister told her cheerfully and Iris surprised even herself when she started considering it.

Then an idea popped into her mind and she cursed herself for not thinking about it sooner.

It was like her sister read her mind because she voiced what Iris was thinking just seconds after the thought formed in her mind.

“Why don't you come visit me one of these days?” Her sister asked her, then added as if she wanted to convince her “We could go visit a bunch of museums. I don't even have to study, my last exam for this year was yesterday.”

“You know? That's a fantastic idea! Let me get my laptop and I'm booking a flight right now.” Iris told her, running to her bedroom to search for her computer.

A change of scenery was exactly what she needed.

A week before

After checking Jake’s guitar order, Josh came back downstairs from the music room and noticed Rose crouched down near the door leading to the garage. She was whining, desperate.

He took a look around and noticed that Iris was no longer on the couch where he had left her, so he called her name.

But there was no answer.

He tried again. Nothing.

He watched as Rose stood and started scratching at the door then she grabbed her ball and placed it next to his bare feet, waiting patiently for him to throw it and play with her.

Josh’s heartbeat accelerated as he called Iris’ name again, louder this time.

But again he got no answer.

He felt something was wrong.

He picked up Rose and opened the door to the garage.

His eyes went immediately to the garage door that was open and then locked with the crashed car that was on full display on the other side of the room, the rags that were covering it strewn on the floor.

He gasped and cursed, turning at record speed and climbing up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.

He ran in the kitchen, let Rose go and tried to call Jake.

But of course his phone was off.

He cursed and started to panic, then with trembling hands called the hospital.

A bead of sweat was falling slowly down the side of his face as the phone rang and rang and no one answered.

Just when he was about to hang up, he heard a voice from the other side of the line.

He quickly asked to speak with his brother, but after checking, the nurse told him that Jake was still in surgery and he was unable to get to the phone for at least three more hours.

He asked to be called when the operation ended and stood there unable to wrap his head about what to do.

He started pacing the room and lost track of time.

He tried to calm down by leaning against the wall and slowly sitting down on the floor, regulating his breathing.

He knew he had ruined everything.

He knew he shouldn't have left Iris alone.

And he knew his brother was going to hate him for that.

He grasped his head with his hands but he was unable to stop images of that fateful night from creeping into his mind.

He felt as if he was about to burst into flames with the guilt and hurt he felt about the whole situation when he felt something wet on his foot.

He raised his head and caught Rose licking at his ankle. When she saw that he was looking at her she jumped on his lap and he really felt like crying.

Then his phone ringing next to him startled him.

The hospital number lit up the screen and he scrambled to answer it.

The nurse informed him that the operation had ended but Jake was still inside the operation room talking with the doctors.

Josh thanked her and hung up.

He quickly stood, put some shoes on and grabbed the keys of his car.

He knew he needed to talk to Jake face to face.

The drive to the hospital was quick. As soon as he arrived, he spotted Jake’s car and parked next to it.

He knew where he needed to go so, when inside he took the stairs and after a few floors ended up in front of Jake's ward.

He rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open the door.

After a second, a very young nurse opened the door and asked him who he needed.

“I need to speak to Doctor Jake Kiszka, please” he said, out of breath.

“May I know who's asking?” The nurse asked him.

“I'm his brother” He answered nervously.

She nodded and disappeared back inside.

Josh started pacing along the corridor as anxiety slowly took ahold of him.

As soon as the door opened and Jake met his eyes, he knew something was wrong.

“What's wrong, Josh?” Jake asked, his voice sounded exhausted.

“I…” Josh started but stopped abruptly, unable to find the right words.

“What is it?” Jake pressed him, getting every second more worried.

“I fucked up Jakey” Josh whispered lowering his eyes on the floor.

“What do you mean? Josh, fuck, explain yourself!” Jake bursted out, grabbing his brother by the shoulders.

“She saw it, Jake, Iris saw the car and ran away” Josh said in a sliver of voice and his heart broke seeing panic and realization took ahold of his brother.

Jake cursed under his breath, squeezing his hands into fists.

“You need to tell her, Jake, she deserve the truth” Josh told him, meeting his brother's bewildered and frightened eyes.

Jake stared into his brother's red rimmed eyes, so identical to his own and nodded, defeated and frightened.

He needed to confess.

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itsthewritergal · 2 years

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I don’t bite - Eddie Munson x reader

TW: Bullying, insecure Eddie (if you squint!!) that’s all I can think of but let me know :)

So this can either be read as a stand alone or as a part 2 to Freak

Enjoy :) xx

“Awh look the freaks sit together” One of the cheerleaders laughed as they walked into the chemistry room,

“I’d stay away, you might catch something” Jason smirked looking Y/N up and down, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat

“Says the guy who cried when his mum couldn’t come to his basket ball game” Eddie mocked with a sarcastic grin

“Did he really?” Y/N said turning to Eddie with a smile on her face

“That’s right isn’t it Jason, full on breakdown” He smirked, challenging Jason to say something else

“Freak” He spat turning around and taking his seat with the other jocks, Eddie leaned back in his chair with a satisfied grin on his face

“You’re pretty cool Eddie” Y/N babbled the compliment before she could even register what she was saying

“Thank you sweetheart, you’re not bad either” He grinned “Well for a freak of course” He added with a chuckle,

“Are you sure you don’t mind me joining tonight?” She asked,

“Of course not, like I said the more freaks the better”

Y/N quickly silenced herself as the teacher walked in, Eddie sat beside her watching intently as she wrote down almost every word that came out of the teachers mouth. He was enamoured with her already, shaking his head he tried to block her out of his mind but it didn’t work. His gaze just kept returning to her.

Eddie walked Y/N to each of her classes, sitting next to her in every single one she had with him. By the time they finished their last class of the day Y/N was consumed by excitement at the thought of watching the game which Eddie seemed so obsessed with.

“Do you need any help setting anything up?” Y/N asked

“I’ve got it” Eddie said gently, as he began setting up the table before everyone else arrived, Y/N stood in the corner of the room watching Eddie intently.

“You can sit down, it’s ok I won’t bite” He chuckled pulling out a chair for her to sit on

“Thanks” She said quietly, Eddie disappeared for a moment and then came back with an intricately designed chair

“What’s that?” Y/N asked

“It’s my dungeon Master throne” Eddie grinned “The drama department made it but never used it so I claimed it” He said

“It’s amazing,” Y/N smiled

“I’m glad you like it” Eddie said sitting himself down next to Y/N, he took in a deep breath “Just remember if you don’t want to stay just say the word and I’ll stop and drive you home ok?” He said suddenly feeling insecure in the little game he loved so much,

“You’d stop the game for me?” Y/N said sitting crossed legged

“Sure” Eddie said, although he knew if anyone else had heard him admit that they would have almost definitely lost their minds, especially Dustin. Y/N thanked Eddie with a blush spreading across her face.

“Hey guys!” Dustin grinned pushing the door wide open “Y/N, you made it!” He beamed

“We were scared Eddie would scare you off” Lucas laughed

“Would I ever scare off such a pretty young maiden” Eddie grinned putting on his Dungeon Master voice, “Now let’s begin” He said.

Y/N listened intently as Eddie began setting the scene, it reminded her of the stories she wrote in her spare time.There was a part of her which was obsessed with the way the words just rolled off of his tongue, it was almost magic the way he immersed everyone into his own story. It was just incredible.

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“So what did you think?” Dustin asked as the others began packing up

“It was fun! I really enjoyed it” Y/N admitted with a grin

“Eddie’s an amazing DM isn’t he?” Dustin said,

“He’s certainly got a way with words” Y/N admitted turning over her shoulder to watch Eddie as he chatted to Gareth and Jeff who both looked as though they were in deep conversation

“It’s not every day he lets someone into the inner circle, he must think you’re pretty cool” Dustin grinned, Y/N knew what he was insinuating but didn’t believe one word of it

“I don’t know about that” Y/N admitted

“I do, he’s a pretty amazing person when you get to know him” Dustin said “You’re right there” Y/N agreed,

“You ready to go?” Eddie asked coming up behind Y/N, and slotting himself in next to Y/N so that their shoulders were touching

“I can walk, it’s ok” Y/N said quietly

“I’m not letting you walk home alone, I’ve got you” Eddie said with a kind smile

“Thank you” Y/N said as Eddie walked her out of the school after waving goodbye to the rest of the guys.

Eddie hadn’t ever driven so carefully in his life, ordinarily with anyone else in the car he would’ve still driven like normal but suddenly with Y/N sitting in his front seat he felt a wave of concern over her wellbeing.

“I really enjoyed today” Y/N admitted quietly as Eddie turned down the radio

“You did?” Eddie asked a smirk appearing on his face

“Yeah I did, I mean apart from all the freak stuff obviously, but I really enjoyed it” She said

“You’re not a freak, I know what those people can do to someone like you, but you’ve got me now” he said sincerely

“You know you’re pretty good at story telling” Y/N said changing the subject,

“I am?” Eddie said

“Yeah you are” Y/N grinned instructing Eddie to turn into her road. The moment he parked the car Y/N sat for a second “I don’t suppose you want to come in? Mum’s making dinner and I’m sure there is enough to feed the whole town, plus we can get started on that Chemistry homework” She said

“You want to invite me in?” Eddie said choosing his words carefully

“Please,” Y/N said with a smile “I mean obviously you don’t have to, I know we’ve only just met and I just was think—”

“It would be rude not to” He cut her off gently,

Y/N took Eddie’s hand and pulled him into her house, Eddie felt completely out of place in the perfectly decorated house, which reminded him of a story book.

“It isn’t much and we still haven’t unpacked properly but its feeling like home” Y/N explained

“Y/N is that you?” Her mother called out

“Yeah, I’ve brought a friend over” Y/N replied

“Hi darling” Her mother said walking into the living room “I’m Tammy, Y/N’s mum nice to meet you” she smiled at Eddie, it was the kind of treatment he wasn’t used to getting

“Mum this is Eddie,” Y/N said noticing Eddie’s hesitation

“You’re both home late, did something happen? Did you get lost on your way home?” She asked

“No, Eddie invited me to join him and his friends playing this D&D game” “What’s that darling?” She asked, Eddie felt his throat get dry, this was the part where Y/N’s mum told her she would never be allowed to see him again

“It’s this super cool fantasy game, Eddie writes all the stories for it!” Y/N grinned as she pulled Eddie into the kitchen and handed him a glass of water, her mother followed them

“That sounds fun! Perhaps you could write some stories for it too” She suggested

“You’re a writer?” Eddie asked

“I want to be” Y/N admitted

“It’s all she’s ever wanted” She laughed “Then you have to help me write the next campaign!” Eddie grinned

“Maybe” Y/N said shifting on her feet

“Why don’t you two go upstairs, dinner will be ready soon” She said gently

“Thanks mum!” Y/N said leading Eddie through the house

“You’re mums pretty cool” Eddie smiled as they climbed the stairs

“She likes you,”

“You sure?” Eddie said nervously

“Trust me, she likes you” Y/N grinned.

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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A Different Fate... Part 3 - It's been a long time.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (past) feat. Tobias Carrick

Rating: Teen

Words: 2.2 k

Category: Short-Series/AU/Lost Love

Summary: Kaycee is both excited and anxious as she prepares for dinner, not sure of what it will uncover.

A/N: This was supposed to be a one-and-done, y'all. lol Instead, it's a little AU series of its own. It will be a total of four parts, so one more to go after this. I hope you enjoy it! @choiceschallenge-may2023 | Seeing an old friend/love @choicesflashfics Prompt in bold

Series Masterlist Ethan x Kaycee Masterlist Full Masterlist

There is something special about springtime in New York. Kaycee insists everyone should experience it at least once. She was now living through her eighth and found it every bit as magical as her first. Perhaps that's why her eyes were fixed on the window as she patiently waited, perched anxiously on the edge of her chair. There was so much to keep her mind occupied. Children in fancy prep-school uniforms skipped beside their harried nannies, who scolded them not to run ahead. Tourists, with perpetually lost expressions, had their cameras at the ready, and who could blame them? There wasn't a thing surrounding them that anyone would want to forget. Then there were the young lovers, strolling hand in hand, so enraptured with each other that they never even stopped to marvel at the blooming fields that turned Central Park into a masterpiece that no artist could ever replicate. Yes, New York in the spring delivered pure magic, and she never took that for granted.

She was relieved when she received his text earlier that day. Work was more chaotic than usual. Knowing he was running even later than her brought her a little relief. Just a little.

I called Gabriel's they're still holding our reservation. When you get there, order a bottle of wine. You always had exquisite taste, so I trust you. And it's on me, don't spare me any expense.

She watched closely as the well-bedecked waiter poured her glass of Vérité La Muse Merlot, a crafty smile tugging at her lips. He hadn't arrived yet, but she could already hear him….

I said spare no expense, but I didn't think you'd bleed me dry!

She'd tease that their next bottle would be the Château Lafite Rothschild Pauillac Bordeaux, three times the price. But maybe not... knowing him? He'd order it on the spot.

She mindlessly swirled the garnet liquor in its decadent crystal chalice, enjoying its fragrant aroma before eagerly welcoming the glass to her lips. The tension left her shoulders as the smile on her face grew.

"I take it meets your approval," the waiter beamed.

"More than," Kaycee replied, suddenly grateful he had picked the venue. It seemed like overkill when he mentioned it. After all, she was more of a burger and beer at The Perfect Pint woman herself, but right now… she hadn't a single complaint.

She heard his voice before she saw him, and she downed her remaining wine in a most unladylike manner. Her stomach was in knots, though she couldn't say why, especially after she turned and saw that once-familiar smile light up the room. It was funny how time and distance could melt away with one glance.

"MacClennan!" Tobias gushed. "Get the hell over here and give me a hug!"

"Oh my God, look at you!" She beamed, clenching him in a warm embrace. "I swear you haven't changed a bit!"

"Well, you have!" He insisted, dramatically walking around her for effect. "How is it you get younger with every passing year?"

"You know, those pathetic lines may work on most women, Tobias…."

"But you've never been most women," he laughed.

The two old friends took to their seats and began chatting away like old times. It had been a good six years since they exchanged more than a brief greeting on their birthdays and a card at Christmastime, and though there was much to catch up on, it was as if they didn't miss a beat.

"I hear you were seeing someone!"

"Yes, was… past tense."

"I heard you got married?"

"And divorced… but you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Of course I did!"

"I read your research on genetically engineering cells… it was brilliant!"

"I’d love to say I was surprised with how you’ve made your team world-renowned, but that would be a lie.”

The conversation flowed so freely, so pleasantly... it felt like home, and Kaycee wondered why she was ever apprehensive about the evening. She questioned her choice to keep Tobias at arms-length some six years before. But as the evening moved on and the topics of conversation dwindled, the reason was clear. The eight-thousand-pound elephant in the room that the two had eloquently managed to sidestep was suddenly standing before them, demanding to be seen. It was Kaycee who relented first.

“So, how is Ethan?” She asked softly, a tone so low Tobias may have missed it if he hadn't been waiting for her to ask all night.

“He’s good,” Tobias assured, preparing to recite the canned reply he planned just for this occasion. “He’s doing just….”

But the evening had been too pleasant, his joy at seeing his old friend too genuine to mar the night with a lie.

“He’s Ethan… Kaycee. He’s Ethan.”

Her lip twitched, and she quickly grabbed her wine, a quick reflex that would provide a cover until she could think of more to say.

“I… I was hoping maybe he’d join you. Is he in town as well?”

“No, no… I’m the only one representing the team. He decided to sit this one out.”

“Oh,” she replied sadly. “Well, I’m not surprised. Pediatrics isn’t his field. In fact, I was surprised you were attending.”

“Well, unfortunately, we’re seeing more and more young patients, and we need to expand our knowledge. We hope to add two pediatric specialists to the team by year's end, but it never hurts to learn more.”

“Oh, I might know someone by the name of Dr. Trinh who would make a marvelous addition to the team, not that I’m trying to influence you!”

“Trust me, I’ve already floated her name. We all know she’d be perfect, except….”

He tried to stop that last word, but it came a second too late.

“Except?” Kaycee arched her brow, already knowing the answer she'd receive.

Tobias leaned back with a sigh and ran a hand down his face.

“It’s still hard for him to be around… people or things… that he associates with you. I know it may sound ridiculous, but....”

“No,” Kaycee said, pouring the remaining wine into her glass. “It doesn’t sound ridiculous at all. Of course, some of us had to learn to live with it because… everything reminds me of him….” she trailed. “But that’s unimportant. I don’t think he’d be foolish enough to let the best doctor for the position go or to deny her the opportunity… just because of... me.”

Tobias studied Kaycee carefully, and while she did a better job hiding it than his best friend back in Boston, he could still see that familiar pain in her eyes.

“No. When push comes to shove, he will always do what’s best for the team. But, it won’t be easy.”

For the first time that night, an uncomfortable silence fell between them, and he gave her the time she needed. Her eyes were fixed on the silverware she was fidgeting with, and Tobias was already composing the tongue-lashing he intended to give Ethan in his mind.

“You know… I owe you an apology,” she finally spoke.

“Me?” He marveled. “What for?”

“For blowing you off,” she faltered. “You know, not in the way most women blow you off,” she teased, desperate for any form of levity. “But… seriously… how can I criticize Ethan for doing the very things I’ve done. I limited our friendship to the occasional nicety because… it was just too hard to be around you. It reminded me of a different time, a wonderful time, but… whoever said ‘time heals’ is a liar."

“Kaycee,” whispered. “I’ll never understand how the two of you have allowed so much time to linger... so much pain… when it’s unnecessary.”

“Is it, though?” She asked defensively. “Is it? When I think back to when my residency was ending… Tobias, there was nothing I wouldn’t have given for him. I loved him… I loved him so much… I would have done anything to stay together, but he, he wasn't willing to give anything at all. What choice did I have? And I’ve tried… I’ve tried to move on. I’ve built a phenomenal career, and I have a good life here. I love New York, and I’m happy. But when it comes to love… everyone is still second to him. They’re second to a ghost, so in time we both end up hurt, and it’s not fair. When my last relationship ended, I decided not to even try anymore. It was three years, Tobias… three intoxicating, extraordinary, tumultuous years. We've lived almost three times that amount since I left Boston, and still… I can’t let go. I’ve just accepted that this is how it will always be.”

Tobias tossed his napkin on the table with a sigh. “Ah, Kaycee… You know… you deserve more. You really do.”

“We both do,” she smiled sadly.

“Have you ever tried reaching out to him? At all?”

“I ran into him at a convention or two. We exchanged polite greetings after we failed at doing our best to avoid each other, but nothing more than that.”

“Why don’t you try?”

“Tobias. Did you ask him to come to this conference with you? And don’t lie to me. I can tell when you lie.”

“No, you can’t,” he smirked.

“Try me.”

“Yes. I asked him.”

“And he declined... he declined because he didn’t want to risk seeing me. In a city of eight million people, the risk of running into me was too great… so he declined. Am I right?”

“You are,” he whispered with a sad smile.

“Trust me, Tobias. Any man who goes to those lengths to avoid me doesn’t want my call.”

Tobias reached over and gave her hand a supportive squeeze as they tried to move the conversation along. Despite the melancholy mood the evening had taken on, they were still happy to have spent time together. Tobias walked Kaycee to her door and shared a long hug before bidding her good night.

“I can’t tell you what to do, but I’d love it if we didn’t let another six years slip by before doing this again.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” she grinned. “So, you’ll just have to come to New York…”

“… or you can come o Boston….”

"Oh, Tobias," Kaycee said, gently touching his cheek. "You know damn well that Boston only has around 650,000 people... and it's the scene of the crime."

"Then I’ll just have to make a point of coming to New York more often,” he grinned. “It was great seeing you.”

“It was great seeing you, too.”

Without any place to go, Tobias lingered in front of Kaycee’s building, his eyes trailing her until she stepped through the elevator doors. Then he started on the five-block walk to his hotel. He wasn’t one to believe in love… not often anyway… but when it was real... when it was true... he couldn't understand how two people could let it go. He had watched his best friend live half a life for nearly a decade, and now that he knew Kaycee had been doing the same, he was filled with a sadness he didn't quite understand.

The lobby of his hotel was warm and inviting... mahogany walls, soft jazz, small groups of people engaged in convivial conversations and laughter. Given his state of mind, this was definitely more appealing than the solitary room waiting for him. He flopped back into one of the plush settees and ordered a stiff drink. He knew it was just another night for Ethan, but he felt the need to check on his friend. With a few sips of brandy under his belt, he reached into his pocket for his phone.

“Hey, Boss! How’s it going?”

“It’s going,” Ethan replied. “I should be asking you that.... how was the first day of the conference.”

“Good, it was good,” Tobias enthused. “Lots of information, and it left me confident of one thing.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“We need to bring on the pros. Sure, we should broaden our own knowledge, but I say we move ahead and hire some peds for our team. We’re getting too many kids lately, Ethan… and neither of us enjoys it when we fail them. I think it would improve our outcomes.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Ethan replied.

“Good! I say we put the search into high swing.”

“I’m a step ahead of you," Ethan countered. "I spent the night speaking with… with Dr. Trinh.”

“Oh,” Tobias’s eyes widened. “Did you? You know I’ve made no secret about it… she’d be the best person for the job.”

“You're right,” Ethan sighed. “And she can be quite persuasive, too.”

“That’s an understatement,” Tobias laughed. “So, did she convince you to let her be our new team member?”

“She did. I told her the job is hers if she wants it… and I think she wants it.”

“Excellent!” Tobias grinned, grateful that something left him feeling a little better. “If I had known she could be this persuasive, I would have utilized her sooner!”

“Yeah,” Ethan laughed. “You have no idea how persuasive she could be.”

“Oh, is there more?”

“There is.”

“OK, stop being so cryptic, buddy. You going to fill me in or what?”

“I could,” Ethan swallowed. “But it's not a conversation to have on the phone. Why don’t you come join me at the bar, and I’ll tell you the rest.”

“That would be great, Ethan… but in case you’ve forgotten, I’m an hour and a half plane ride away.”

“Tobias... turn around.”

Stupified, Tobias stood up and glanced around the room, his phone still at his ear when a goofy grin lit up his face.

“So, you’re in New York?” He spoke into the mouthpiece. “Is it for the conference?”

Ethan shook his head with a smirk.

"Why don't you hang up and join me.”

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Kyuma x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst (one sided/listen to Drunk Text Me) Romantic [In which his love for you is nonexistent]

["So why don't you drunk text me? Saying you still need me Tell me I'm not like her I made you happier"]

They were married to Ginji Kyuma for almost a year, it was for a business contract. Even though it was arranged, Y/N didn't really mind.

Maybe it was because they'd already loved him before the arranged marriage was even announced.

Kyuma wasn't like all those typical men that were in an arranged marriage, no. He treated Y/N well; he tried to be a good husband to them. He never raised his voice at them, and he let them do what they wanted. He did everything he could to treat them good, and Y/N felt loved. Y/N loved Kyuma so much, but there was one obvious thing that Y/N tried oh so hard to ginore.

Every time they looked into his eyes, they could see that he only treated them that way as 'part of the contract'.

Thing is, before the contract, Kyuma had a girlfriend. They'd been together for a long time, and the reason he couldn't propose to Hana (the gf) was because of his arranged marriage with Y/N. He loved Hana with all his heart, and an arranged contract wouldn't change his mind on how he felt for her.

Y/N knew this, yet they tried so hard to ignore it. They selfishly hoped that maybe Kyua would lose his feelings for Hana, and be content with Y/N instead.

All that hope came crashing down when Kyuma stood like a lost puppy at their household doorstep, cheeks red and hair a mess. His clothes had the lingering scent of alcohol on it, and it was quite obvious he was drunk.

"Kyuma? You idiot, come inside. Why are you even drunk? You don't even drink a lot" Y/N fussed as they led him to the bedroom handing him a glass of water.

"Hana..we had a fight. She said she wants to end the relationship, she said she wanted to be the only person in my life. She doesn't want to be married to me anymore because I'm married to you. It hurts so much Y/N, why does it hurt?" He sobbed

Y/N's eyes lowered to the floor, feeling pity. They knew he was drunk, yet they knew that Kyuma meant every single word.

"How much do you love her?"

The question itself was suicide, yet Y/N wanted to know.

Kyuma's eyes glistened the moment Hana was mentioned, and Y/N already knew his answer before he even said it.

"So much. If I could, we'd already be together by now."

Ouch.

His confession hit them like a stab to the chest. Y/N couldn't help but love Kyuma, even if he had made it clear that they didn't matter to him as much as Hana did.

"Kyuma.. I don't want to see you sad like this. I want you to be happy."

"I want to be happy too Y/N. Please, let me go and be happy. I'm not the one for you." His words slurred as his head fell forward, trying hard to stay awake.

"Your happiness is all that ever mattered to me Kyuma. I'm sorry I kept you away from what you truly wanted.. I'll set you free." Y/N murmured as they slipped the ring off their ring finger, placing it on his bedside table.

Y/N cupped his face one last time, searching for something. Searching his facial expression, searching his eyes for a reason to stay.

Alas, his drunken expression revealed nothing; and Y/N already knew he wouldn't stop them from leaving.

<><><><><>

The sun's beams entering the room from the open window had woken Kyuma up. His head ached, he groaned grabbing a bottle of Advil to help with his hangover.

"Y/N, are you making breakfast? Sorry I got home drunk, I was at a party with my friends-"

Kyuma paused.

He couldn't catch the scent of the apple pie Y/N would usually bake in the mornings, and he couldn't heard their home speaker lasting 'Hit the Road Jack' like it usually did.

"Y/N?"

He went down the stairs only to see everything the same way it usually was. The coffee machine was unused and Y/N's coffee mug wasn't in the sink. The blinds weren't drawn and Y/N's usual morning vanilla scented candles weren't lit. Of course they weren't lit.

It took Kyuma a few moments to realize that the candles were no longer there.

What?

He rushed up the stairs, slowly taking in his surroundings. The closet was ajar and only his clothes were left behind. Y/N's house slippers were gone as well as their luggage bags. He turned to the side and froze to see Y/N's wedding ring perched on the bedside table by the lamp.

Then it hit him.

Kyua remembered the events of last night, how he had told Y/N about his argument with Hana and how he wanted to be with her. He then remembered how Y/N had apologized to him and cupped his face before leaving the wedding ring and putting him to bed.

Y/N must have left when he was asleep.

He felt a lump in his throat, feeling bad for pushing Y/N away like that. He knew how Y/N made an effort to keep their relationship somewhat intact even if it was one-sided.

A part of him wanted to apologize, but a part of him was grateful that Y/N was selfless enough to let him marry the girl of his dreams.

<><><><><>

"Will you take Kyuma Ginji, as your husband?"

"I do."

"You may kiss the bride."

Y/N couldn't believe Kyuma had invited them to his wedding with Hana. They watched as the both kissed and their jaw clenched.

The rules were clear to Y/N. Only one person could get what they want and the other had to suffer, and Y/N was the one that had to suffer.

This is what you get when you fall for someone who's given their heart to someone that isn't you.

#kyuma #kyuma fluff #alice in borderland kyuma #kyuma x reader #kyuma x you #aib kyuma #alice in boderland x reader #imawa no kuni no alice #alice in borderland #aib s2 #aib imagines #aib #ginji kyuma #angst #slow burn #romance

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rhiezus · 2 years

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❝ i would do anything for you. all my lines and rules. they mean nothing when it comes to you. it’d cross and break them all just to make you happy. ❞ // ele eh um marido seth x sulji

it always felt like sulji had been looking at her body from far above like she is watching the scene from somewhere else for so long. they play and replay in her head, again and again, something from a movie except that is her life. the decisions come and go just the same, sometimes like something is doing it for her instead of her doing it herself. when did she put herself into auto-pilot? it mustn't have been so long ago, but it felt long enough because her eyes were tired and her brain would throb against her skull asking her to see, look at it more. watch it close, intently. why couldn't she? and then whenever she would push herself, at moments when things would get too hard to bear she would and she would see him. and she was able to hear, sometimes even for the first time in her life. she knows there is more love from other people out there, from her sister, from her friends, and from her fans... but she can't hold it, they can't reach her in that limbo of hers. seth however since the first time they came to actually know each other, can. he reaches out to her every single time, pulling her back to earth like pulling herself from drowning at the most crucial moments. waking her up, giving her life some kind of meaning.

it always felt too cheesy to say, to begin to express to anyone that she was hopelessly falling into something that she couldn't explain. but to seth she never felt like she needed to, he gave her time and he respected her feelings, which altogether made it easier for her to heal. she would have her whole life now to appreciate him for that and to do so much more. she wanted to travel together, she wanted to build a home, she wanted to feel safe and make him happy, she wanted all that because she wanted him, for as far as she can remember and for as long as she knows. and right here at this moment, laying in bed together just a few nights after the day they promise to do just so by putting a ring on their fingers, she feels invincible. right now she is alive and happy. and it feels so fucking good that she can't stop smiling, she can't stop herself from giggling at anything he says or does, and she doesn't want to either. he means it, every word he says now and it doesn't panic her to hear it like it would a year or so ago. she actually feels like embracing those words, but instead she raises both of her hands and holds up both of his cheeks. "you already have, idiot." she grins, contently. her eyes must be beaming at him because his eyes beam at her, they are so happy that it's kind of dumb. she feels dumb, but in the best possible way.

outside looking in, it was possible to say she must have lost her mind. marrying so young with so much life ahead of you. but she was ready to answer every question as she said in her own vows that day that she truly wants to spend every remaining of her youth with him for he is the one who gave it purpose. and after that, growing old together they will teach each other how to be and they will cherish every other moment together as they want to. so fuck if the world, it never gave her anything as good as this and there is nothing wrong with wanting to keep it. despite her career, she has never wanted anything so badly and she'll prove that by standing by him now and forever. that has to be the best thing she has ever felt, undoubtedly. which is why she is always smiling and acting all happy, sappy, and stupid. "hey... so that means you would go anywhere and do anything for me right?" she asks, batting her long eyelashes at him like she does when she is going to be annoying and ask him for something. sulji does that often, in fact, she doesn't mind playing the cute card to make seth do things for her which is funny cause he always says he won't, then he does. they sound married, after all, sometimes she can't believe it.

the laugh that builds up to this is inevitable, she is running her fingers up and down his cheek and his jaw just to make matters worse. she most definitely doesn't wanna get up now and she doesn't want him to get up either, it feels like they will build a home out of their beds in seth's bedroom in his parent's jeju house. actually, it already does feel like home. whenever she would think of this bedroom, only good memories would come up. it was in this very same room a few years ago when they had sex for the first time, they got back together after that and now they are married and god knows how many actions has this room seen since then, she lost count yesterday. "if so, can you get me something to eat? i'll go for cheeseburgers, i need all the energy i can get." sulji finally asked with a smile on her lips, not looking at seth's eyes now because she was feeling kind of silly to ask something so random when he was in such a poetic state. who knew when that would happen again? well, she does have a lifetime to know now so it's okay, she wants something salty to eat and her husband can get it for her. sulji won't play it cool and pretend like she doesn't need him anymore, she does, she will always and she can't live without seth. he makes it easy to breathe and to feel alive so she'll spend the rest of her life trying to make him feel the same because there is nothing else in this lifetime or any other that would make her happier than that.

#sulji x seth #no i didnt really plan on even answering anything today #but i was reading the asks bc i didnt finish yesterday #and i just felt like it again #also my dog kinda messed up some points there cause #he was annoying as sHIT #but its great anyways i love them #they needed to have a moment #and so they did!!#im so glad sulji is finally happy #so thank u seth for that #ill always love you both #truuuly #sulji.

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flecks-of-stardust · 1 year

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Moondown — A Rain World Short Story

A very experimental (and short, as a result) piece about Moon. There’s two versions under the cut; the first is what I intended for this, in its rawest, most brazen form. It also happens to be probably completely incomprehensible to screenreader users. You’re not supposed to be able to read it easily, but the effect is lost on screenreaders, so there is a second version after a line breaker that is hopefully a little bit more friendly to any blind/low vision folks stumbling across this post.

Edit as of Dec 13th: The order of the two have been switched. The more readable version is first, and the more glitched version is second. The glitched version has also been edited to be more accessible. If you are a screenreader user, please feel free to let me know if there’s anything else I can tweak to make the experience less tedious. This is intentionally supposed to be unpleasant and confusing to read, but I don’t want to make it so much so that it saps all enjoyment out of the experience.

I just was thinking about this specific moment and this is... super rough, but honestly I don’t really know how much more I can work on this without just stressing over a single letter, and I don’t care enough for that. It’s experimental anyhow. I hope the idea gets across either way.

This is a counterpart to Casting pebbles toward the sun, spectating their fall.

Content warning for unreality, acute distress from the narrator, marked text warping to represent this, and implied death. Contains lore spoilers for Rain World; read at your own discretion.

A flickering of her arrays. No new communications have come in. She closes them, the eighty-seventh time in the last half cycle. There is a possibility her message did not go through, with the state of her processing strata right now. If so, she does not have any options left.

She can feel the water levels rising again. Her remaining overseers—there are so few now, with the majority of them being instantly disconnected from her the first time she drowned—flash images at her: water gushing in through output ports, through pipes that were never meant to have liquid wash into them, smashing against the supports under her can; the repair modules, whirring, failing with the rest of her as her arrays begin to drown again; the instability of the underside of her can, where it has begun to warp under the water weight and the insufficient repairs. The pain of the decay is a now familiar hum in the back of her mind, and she can only watch the waves crash ever higher.

It has been two and a half cycles. One and a half without water. One cycle since she started drowning. Already sixteen of her arrays have failed; any more and she will cease to function.

She must act now. There is no time left.

Freshwater, contaminated with a wealth of biological data, washes through her lower arrays; her puppet arm twitches as she pulls up her communications again, opening a forced channel between her and Pebbles. Focusing to send her messages through makes her whole body scream, her remaining arrays overheating to dangerous levels instantly, but she concentrates and pushes the thought through: “Immediately lower your groundwater consumption to one fifth of the current intake.”

No response. Four arrays explod, slag splattering across the interior of the transistor box. The low arrays are completely flooded, with clumps of dead depositing themselves over the slag build up, gluing down. An overseer sends one last image before wink out: a repair module, spinning aimly, before slowly falling down into the roiling waters.

“Stop whatever it is you are doing.” She is unsure if successfully send the message through, or if she just a burst of radiating pain to Pebbles. But she must try. She must

An array sector explod. The slosh into the upper arr and cause the metal to steam, crack pipe element abov. There is no time. There no time. She no

“Please stop!”

Hurts every. All array under. Support beam collapse—

“As your local group senior I order you you you you you you—”

“As your senior senior I plead—”

“stop.”

Response from Pebbles! “could not chosen worse moment disturb. You ruined every.”

“Please!”

Support beams falling. Can collapse she is falling—

—(Line breaker)— The struggle, the cycles… It can all fade, like a morning mist beneath the glory of the sun. —(Line breaker)—

It has been two and a half cycles. One and a half without water. One cycle since she started drowning. Already sixteen of her arrays have failed; any more and she will cease to function.

She must act now. There is no time left.

No response. Four arrays exp lode, slag splattering across the interior of the trans istor box. The lower arrays are completely fl oodded , with clumps of dead cells depositing themselves over the slag bu ild up, gluing them down. An overseer sends one last image befor e winking out: a repair module, spinning aimlessly, before slowly falling down into the roiling wwat ers.

“Stop whaat everr iit is you aaare do ing.” She is unsu re if ssshe successfully seeends the messssage through, orrrrr if she jjjust sends a burssst of radi ati ng pain to Pppebbles. Bbbbbut she must try. SShe must—

Annn array se ttttor e plod. The wwwa er sl shes into upper arr and caus metal to sssteam, cracki p iiiipe eeeeel ments above it. Th eere is no tme. The r no tm. S hs nnnno t

“Ple s top!”

Hur vvvver wh re. Allll llll arr ay ssss undeeer www at rr. Ss ppt beam colllll aps—

“Aaas ouur cal gr seeeeen rr I rrrder youuuu you uu youuu y oouu ooou—“

“S yoooour sse nnnn Iiii pllll d—”

“t ppppppp.”

Resp n fr bbles! “coul ve ch wwwww rsse mmmm ttto dist mme. Y u hv rui dddd eve ing.”

“Pl eeee ase!”

S rt b fa ng.. CCca c psss eee she s ff all lng—

#rain world #looks to the moon #is this anything??? fuck man idk #i like doing experimental shit but it's hard to explain what i'm going for #rain showers #also! this is a two parter. possibly three parter if i scrape together enough brain cells for it #but this one was a lot simpler to write #you may be able to guess who it'll be about #pebbles does not get a tag cause he gets. exactly one (corrupted) sentence #pebbles' perspective is up and linked!#the echo of destruction #<- since this is the series name on ao3 i should use it on tumblr too #for tagging purposes

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galactic-potterhead · 1 year

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋮ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋮ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┄ Harry Potter x Female Original Character (platonic), Draco Malfoy x Female Original Character ⋮ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ┄ Harry Potter

𝟎𝟎:𝟏𝟐

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

Note || I don’t know what I just wrote but the tears wont stop. Im in love. (Not to be narcissistic or anything-) It Was In Me by Avril Lavigne was the vibe for this chapter. Please let me know if I missed any warnings because I will happily add them!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

After facing the wrath of her mother, Avalon finds herself under the stars with the-boy-who-lived and their bond begins to form.

𝐂𝐖: This chapter will contain mentions of poverty, child abuse & neglect, character death, childhood trauma, fluffy Harry and Ava moments, anxiety.

Word count: 1.1K

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The night sky twinkled above like a hoard of fireflies, displaying every ounce of hope that filled Avalon. She adored the stars as much as Orpheus treasured Eurydice. To her, each star carried a dream belonging to every single person in the world, placed up in the sky to showcase that everyone has aspirations.

Avalon was definitely a dreamer. She was a wild spirit that carried her mother’s heart in every step. The subjects that she looked forward to most at Hogwarts, were Astronomy and Care of Magical Creatures. Avalon loved hearing all about Charlie’s dragon reserve, and she kept every single one of her mother’s astronomy stories in the back of her mind.

If someone were to ask her to choose between the two, she’d probably short-circuit.

— Harry’s voice cut into her peaceful silence, and she couldn’t help but jump. “Avalon? What are you doing out here?”

She shifted her head in his direction, only to see that he was still dressed in his day clothes.

“I’ve been sneaking out to look up at the stars since I was five.” She claimed, smiling slightly at the memories of her childhood.

He didn’t say anything as his figure approached. Instead, he simply sat beside her and peered up at the sky. “Mum used to tell me that every star above is a lost soul sent to look after their loved ones.” She paused for a moment, sparing the curious boy a small glance. “I like to think that as long as those stars gleam, there is always hope.”

“I think that’s a wonderful way of thinking about them. Me personally, I can’t see the stars back with the Dursleys.” Harry says, glancing her way briefly.

“Can I ask you something, Harry?” She asked, shifting to face him, her side slightly inching from the grass scratching into her skin.

“Go on,” he encouraged, shifting to face her as well.

Her eyes beamed with a light that represented something he hadn’t felt since his first time arriving at Hogwarts.

“Does Hogwarts change you? I promised dad that I wouldn’t change.” Her words seemed to hit deep, because for a moment, he just stared at her.

She felt that anxiety from before slowly seep up from its hiding place, but refused to let it control her before he could answer.

“Yes. Hogwarts does change you. Sometimes, for the better. Other times. . .” He explored truthfully, his eyes softening with every word.

Avalon swallowed back the anxiety and nodded lightly. “I can choose whether it changes me for better or worse, right?” Her question was so innocent, and for the first time in years, it felt like someone understood her.

He smiled softly, turning back onto his spine. “Of course! Hogwarts is a place for opportunity. Only you can choose what to do with the changes being presented to you.”

His words calmed her heart, so she rolled onto her back and looked up at the stars, weight instantly lifted from her chest.

“Punch me if this is insensitive, but, do you remember anything about your parents?” She felt his body tense beside her, but the shooting star captured her attention.

“I see glimpses.” He mumbled, causing her head to roll in his direction, curiously sparking her.

“Sometimes in my dreams, I see her green eyes, her cooking apron, and even her red hair. She was beautiful. I didn’t need a photo album to know that.” He says, a warm smile stretching across his face.

Harry’s loving smile caused a chain reaction, setting off a smile of her own. “I’m sure she was,” she commented.

“And with my dad, I saw his glasses. There was always a part of me that felt like I resembled him. A photograph proved my theory to be correct.” Harry continued, shifting one of his arms under his head to get comfortable.

“Even the dishevelled black hair?” She asked, playfully, receiving a small laugh in return which told her all she needed to know.

“What subject are you looking forward to at Hogwarts?” He asked, after a moment of silence.

“Astronomy and Care of Magical Creatures. Though, I reckon Potions wouldn’t be too bad either.” She responded, yawning quietly.

“I wouldn’t count on enjoyment being part of potions. The potions master has some vendetta against children. A total muppet, that one.” He snorted, causing her brows to furrow.

“Really? That’s a shame. He probably has deep-seated family issues.” She commented, sympathy for a man she hardly knows immediately filled her.

“He has deep-seated issues alright…” Harry muttered, exhaling deeply.

There were more moments of peaceful silence, until Harry caught sight of something on her temple. “Hey, how’d you get that?” He asked, aiming a figure at the scar she acquired years ago.

“Oh, I hit my head on a rock after getting swept by the river current. Charlie, — who im sure, Ron has told you about, — wanted to teach me how to swim.” She began, her nimble fingers picking at her sleeves. “He hadn’t anticipated the river to be as wild as it was, and his back was turned, only for a moment.”

“How old were you?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Six. Mum nearly croaked when Charlie brought me home, his shirt pressed against my head.” She says, a simper pulling the corners of her lips.

“I used to tell the other kids in school that I got my scar from an actual lightning bolt.” Harry ventured with a small chuckle.

An overly amused grin spread out over her face. “There’s no bloody way they believed that!” She exclaimed lightly, disbelief overwhelming her senses.

Harry laughed, nodding frantically. “No! They actually did! Even claimed that I’d have super powers because of it.”

The pair broke out in fits of laughter, unable to stop. It was as if all the worries had been suctioned from the atmosphere.

And if they had eyes in the back of their heads, they would have seen a dishevelled, Molly Weasley, standing in the centre of the kitchen. Her worry slipping away at the sight of the two.

The scene in front of her was truly a heartwarming moment and she planned on cherishing it for the rest of her life. With one last smile, the mother left the two children under the stars and returned to her sleeping quarters.

For the next few weeks, Harry and Avalon laid under the stars, talking about anything and everything under the sun. It became the new normal for them; a tradition, if you will.

One that Avalon hoped to continue until every star crumbled into stardust.

Because Avalon could count on Harry being there to collect each speck in order to fabricate stars of their own.

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lovelyzealousangel · 1 year

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Ginger and Cardamom

03 | Astha

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As Astha walked up to the couple's cosy house in London, she couldn't help but smile. The exterior was covered in ivy, and pots of blooming flowers lined the front porch. Upon entering, she was greeted with the aroma of a delicious meal being prepared by Jessica. The living room was decorated with posters of beloved movies and TV shows, and a bookshelf overflowing with books and board games.

Alice was sitting cross-legged on the couch, intently focused on her laptop as she tweaked her Dungeons and Dragons campaign. She looked up and beamed when she saw Astha, welcoming her with a warm hug. Jessica was bustling about the kitchen, chopping vegetables and stirring pots on the stove, but stopped briefly to tell everyone she’ll be there in a minute. There were three other people in the room that Astha assumed were Jessica’s coworkers.

Over the years it had become somewhat of a tradition for them to have dinner together once a month. The couple’s four-year-old twins were staying with Jessi’s parents for the weekend. So the two of them decided it would be the perfect time to have some friends over and start a new D&D campaign.

Jessi greet Astha with a kiss on the cheek and was eager to introduce her to the three new players.

"Guys this is Astha. Astha, these are the lucky people who have the pleasure of working with me every day. This is Daniel, think you guys met once at my birthday. Daniel is currently single by the way.” Jessie winked at Astha.

Jessica’s attempts at trying to set her friends up were halted when a cushion came flying towards her from where Alice was sitting. “God Jessica. Darling, as much as I adore you, I’m not letting you play matchmaker here. Poor guy just got out of a relationship. Let him live a little.”

“Yes ma’am. Anyways moving on, this is software developer and painter extraordinaire Maya, and finally Alex. They make the best brownies you’ll ever have." Alice said, gesturing to each person in turn.

Astha smiled and greeted everyone warmly. It had been difficult for her to go out and meet people after things ended with her ex-girlfriend. So Astha was happy to actually meet people other than Alice and Jessica.

As they settled in for a night of adventure and storytelling, Alice showed everyone some of the new characters she had created for the campaign, and the group eagerly delved into the game. Astha was impressed with Maya's attention to detail and creative thinking, and Daniel's humorous quips kept everyone in good spirits. Alex, who was playing D&D for the first time asked for some pointers to help create their character.

As the game ended Jessica got a call from her mother, so Astha went inside to help Alice with the last of the dinner preparations. As Astha helped Alice set up the dining table, her mind couldn't help but wander to Marc. It had been a week since she last saw him, and she couldn't shake the worry from her mind. Though she had his number, she hadn’t worked up the courage to reach out to him.

Alice could tell that something was bothering Astha, "Hey, are you okay? You seem lost in thought."

Astha sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm just thinking about this guy I met."

Alice's eyes widened with excitement, "Ooooh, tell me more! Who is he? What's he like?"

Astha hesitated, "Well, we didn't really go on a date, per se. I met him a while back when I found him injured in an alley near my house. I helped him out and we talked for a bit, but I didn't catch his name."

Alice looked surprised, "Wow, you sure know how to pick’em. What happened next?"

Astha continued, "Well, I didn't see him again until last week. He was waiting outside my apartment, injured again. I let him stay on my couch for the night, but the next morning he woke up not remembering who I was or where he was. He had a panic attack and had to leave."

Alice's expression softened "Oh, Astha. I'm sorry to hear that. Is he doing okay?"

Astha smiled, "Yeah, he's doing much better now. But I'm still worried about him. He has clearly been through a lot."

As much as Astha wanted to open up to Alice about Marc, their conversation was cut short by Jessica calling out from the other room, asking about dinner. They headed back to join their friends and the rest of the night was filled with laughter, snacks, and stories.

As the last of the guests said their goodbyes and headed out the door, Alice, Jessica, and Astha began the task of cleaning up after dinner. The sound of clinking dishes and silverware echoed through the kitchen as they worked in comfortable silence. It wasn't until they had finished putting away the last of the dishes that Jessica spoke up.

"Astha, is everything okay? You've been pretty quiet throughout dinner," she asked, looking at Astha with a concerned expression.

Astha couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for how distant she had been from her friends over the past week. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to share. She didn't like talking about her personal matters with just anyone, but these people were more than friends to her; they have been her family ever since she first came to London to study nursing.

"I'm sorry, guys. I've been feeling down all week. It's just been a lot with work and personal stuff, and... my dad is coming to see me in a few weeks," Astha said, looking down at her feet.

Alice and Jessica exchanged a knowing glance. They knew that Astha's relationship with her dad was complicated, but they also knew that it was difficult for her to talk about.

"I'm sorry, Astha. I know that talking about your dad can be difficult, but we're here for you if you want to talk," Alice said, putting a reassuring hand on Astha's shoulder.

Astha smiled gratefully at her, feeling the weight of her worries lifting a little. "Thanks, Alice. I appreciate it. It’s just… It's been a while since I've seen him, so I thought it would be nice to catch up."

"That sounds nice, Astha. Is everything okay with him?" Jessie asked,

"Yeah, he's okay. Said he has some work stuff to take care of. I didn’t ask too many questions"

“Well, we are here if you need to talk. I mean it. Even though you met Alice first, you are like my little sister. We just want you to be happy.” Jessica pulled her in for a comforting hug.

Astha's eyes filled with tears as she looked at her friends. They had welcomed her into their lives with open arms, and they had become the family she never knew she needed. "Thank you, guys. I don't know what I would do without you."

As they finished up, Alice turned to Astha with a smile. "Hey, before you go, let's schedule the next game night. We can't wait to have you back."

Astha grinned, feeling grateful for her friends. "Sounds great, let me know the date and I'll be there."

As she made her way out the door, Astha couldn't help but feel grateful for the duo. They had given her a sense of belonging in a foreign country, and she knew that she could always count on Alice and Jessica to be there for her, no matter what.

#moon boys x oc #Moon Knight #Moon Knight fanfiction #Marc Spector #Jake Lockley #Steven Grant #Marvel fanfiction #Moon Knight fanfic #moon knight x oc #marc spector x oc #jake lockley x oc #steven grant x oc #romance #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #slow burn

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josiebelladonna · 1 year

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Tommy’s voice remained in the back of her mind with every step across the sand. She had made that quick stop over at his place to meet up with him and Andi for what she believed to be business as usual, and yet, that nagging feeling of anticipation dug away at her from within when she knocked on the door. All she could hear from that doorstep was the thunder of his drums and a crash of the cymbals: a ring of the doorbell on her part and he gave the cymbals a final crash. She rang the doorbell once more and she awaited.

The door swung open and he revealed himself there in the doorway, lush black hair and with a rosy glow to his face: the tattoos up and down his arms seemed far more big and prominent than how Andi had described them.

“Hey, Lizzy Graves!” he declared as part of his greeting to her. “What’s going on?”

“Nothin’ much,” she replied with a shrug and a tucking of a single strand of copper-colored hair behind her ear. “Is Andi here yet?”

“Uh, she was, but I sent her out to do a little errand for me before we get this party started.”

“Party?” Andi never mentioned anything about a party before.

“Oh, she didn’t tell you? We’re going to Greece and we were going to ask you if you’d like to join us.”

“I would love to! What’s going on in Greece?”

“Something that involves drums, a white dress, and a stretch of beach with her name on it.”

Lizzy gasped, and she brought a hand to her mouth.

“You’re going to do it? Like, actually for real?”

“Yeah! But don’t tell her I told you, though.” He lowered his voice to a near whisper. “So, keep those lips of yours sealed.”

She pinched her fingers to the corner of her mouth. “Sealed as they’ll ever be,” she vowed. “But I gotta confess: I can’t promise to keep it, though.”

“Oh, but ya gotta, though!” he insisted. “She wants her best friend there. She even told me that straight-up, she said, ‘I really, really want my best friend there with us, Tom.’”

“What about you, though?”

“Nikki’ll be there,” he quipped. “Don’t worry ‘bout me.” He flashed her a wink.

It must have been the look on her face, the twinkle in her eye, and the way she held still there in the front doorstep as if she had just witnessed the opening of heaven’s pearly gates, because Tommy raised his eyebrows at her.

“Care to share?”

Before she could say anything, the sound of a car in the driveway caught her attention. Lizzy whirled around and there was Andi, in her cute little black car with the cat-eye sunglasses and a big beaming grin upon her face.

“There’s my girl!” Tommy skirted past Lizzy so as to greet her with a kiss hello on the sides of her neck. Andi climbed out of the car and did not hesitate to treat him to the same thing, and all the while, Lizzy couldn’t help but retire back with that familiar nag within her chest. The memory was fresh, and the wound remained in place: a feeling she was all too familiar with, and yet with that feeling came a whole plateful of other feelings. The regret, the anger, the persistent hunger, the desire to know every minuscule minutiae of another person next to her, and the other person doted her with the same thing in return, and most of all, the persistent desire to blame herself. She had it, and then it was gone.

Though Andi had hit the jackpot, she still lost the proverbial game of blackjack, time and time again—

“Hey, girlie!” The sound of Andi’s voice snapped her out of the momentary trance. She rested her sunglasses upon the crown of her head and she showed her a squinted smile: the way the sun shone down upon her head made Lizzy think of a movie straight out of the Seventies. “What’s going on? Did you just get here?”

“I did!” she eagerly replied. “I just caught a little private session with Mr. Lee over here.”

“Well, would you like to come inside for a drink?” Andi offered her. “We’ll hang out by the pool.”

“I’d love to,” Lizzy wistfully replied.

“I’ll meet you chickadees out there!” Tommy called after them as he offered to take the shopping bags out of the back seat.

It seemed like a frame out a movie reel, especially once they had landed in Athens and Lizzy found herself on the vast stretch of beach that overlooked the narrow, sparkling royal blue inlet that was the Ionian Sea. She had let her flaming red hair fly behind her head like the ribbons tethered to an old hot rod on the highway. The salty, brackish air welcomed her and pushed her along those piping hot sands: she was the fire walker, all to keep on with the fleet footed pace to keep her afloat. If she stopped, she would be burned.

The Ionian, the mouth which connected the Adriatic with the Mediterranean, glimmered in the hot sun overhead, and yet, she had her eyes on the posh hotel which overlooked those deep waters, a blanket of diamonds strewn about a blue tapestry lain over the dark earth.

With every step, she imagined a dark figure behind her. Indeed, she wasn’t imagining it: it was real.

Their laughter haunted the catacombs of her mind, a pain she could not bear to stand upon. The loudest laughter that echoed over the waters of the Ionic and the Mediterranean Sea, as if they had emerged from those waters and wormed their way into her mind and called it their own.

The shadows which stretched from four looming men against the wandering green light of eternity.

It was all a game, every last part. She had sworn blackjack off forever, but the first and second scars also lasted forever.

Out of breath, she skidded to a stop prior to the boardwalk which led up to the hotel, and she turned around to face him.

That rich, disheveled black hair, that fiery glimmer in those eyes…

He was a shadow, but as far as she knew, he was to be her shadow. The shadows of death itself.

Despite the onslaught of memories, Lizzy continued into the cool but brightly lit front lobby of swirled white marble and gold lining. Her chest swelled with the lack of breath, her bare shoulders and chest radiated with the heat of the sun and the sand, and yet her turquoise bikini and sheer lace around her waist remained cool to the touch.

She could feel him behind her, those eyes like the cherries of cigarettes as they burned holes into the back of her head.

The chase had just begun as she reached the elevator right as the doors opened. She slithered past the young woman with the baby and she pressed the button before he could catch up to her.

If he was really devout, he would figure a way out to her.

Lizzy leaned back against the silver railing and she held still.

At least it was air conditioned in there: but it also coaxed out a few beads of sweat upon the crest of her forehead. She dared not wipe it away with the back of her hand, especially when the doors ground open.

Nikki stood there with his legs spread apart and his arms over his head.

“Cute,” she remarked, and he showed her his tongue like Gene Simmons without the makeup. “Besides, how’d you know I was on this floor?”

“A little bird named Tom told me,” he promptly replied, and he flashed her a wink. She ducked past him to the hallway and he bowed after her, a long black king cobra in pursuit of a new prey.

Her hand trembled as she took her keycard out from in between her full breasts, but he caught up with her in no time.

“So, if I also recall correctly, we had a deal,” Nikki declared: he propped his arm up on the wall over his head and leaned in so his right hip cocked out to accentuate the shape of his body.

“I can’t,” she sputtered: the light over the slot flashed green and she pushed open the door. She shook her head at him. “I would love to so much, but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”

“What? Why not?” He looked hurt.

“I’m fucked up,” she stammered as she bowed into the safety of her room. “I’m fucked up like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Liz, you’re talking to the poster boy of fucking up,” he assured her. “It can’t be that bad.”

“It is, though,” she quipped, and she was about to shut the door but he blocked it with his foot. He leaned his head in closer to the door’s edge. “What are you so afraid of?”

Lizzy closed her eyes and bowed her head closer to the door’s edge, a mere few inches from him.

“Lizzy?” he started again, that time in a lower, sweeter tone of voice.

“I can’t forget,” she confessed in a broken voice: the sweat on her brow meant nothing at that point, not when the ice had been broken itself at that point. “I can’t ever forget.”

He shuffled about on the other side of the door, and she moved back to let him inside. A little distraction of sorts, something to take her mind away from those memories, to submerge in him the way a mother would in the Ionic Sea.

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chapter one of xxgreendruidessxx’s fic life after death, as rewritten and restructured by me—because a common complaint from people of her caliber is one of “you’re just jealous, let’s see you do better.” and while i was only jealous of her for like two minutes, i’m still getting that nonsense. and reading that first chapter, i found she also still has a problem with bearing a grudge against me for everything, even though i didn’t do anything but react appropriately to her cutting me out so… you guys can seriously stop demonizing me now (i haven’t given a shit about the nonsense between us for a long time, i have bigger better things to worry about than some petty nonsense perpetuated by some chick on the internet who inexplicably thinks i’m a terrible person, so—i suggest everyone who follows her to do so, as well). so, i did this as a means of showing the bullies what for, and to show that, yes, i very much come in peace and she can take the chip off her shoulder now. (think of this as like a cover song: same source material but i made it all my own, though. not passing it off as my own—far from it—but rather to make a point.) if she still has a problem in the way joe jackson had a problem with anthrax covering got the time… oh, well. i gave it a shot.

#life after death #life after death (hannah’s version)#fanfic #motley crue #mötley crüe #motley crue fanfiction #tommy lee #nikki sixx #romance #fallen romance #dark romance #’i suck at romance i’m a sci-fi writer’ she says as she writes legit romance 😅#writing #fic writing #text

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cagesings · 1 year

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@heygutlcss / riff sent: ‘ come home with me. ‘

it was only a few years ago, that she wouldn’t be so relieved to see him after church. a few years ago, it would have been her and anthony leaving the building and finding riff wherever he was. anthony would be happy ( sometimes johanna wondered if he was afraid he would leave ). johanna would have to tolerate him for the time being. it wasn’t much different after laura was born, just sometimes when johanna was unable to get her to calm down before the service started, anthony suggested she had her off to riff. an idea she wasn’t very fond of. though, that continued after they lost him. some sort of silent agreement in honor of his memory and idea.

but now, it is more than a relief to her that he’s here. where before, it was anthony who kept them longer after church, trying to talk to their neighbors or their neighbors roping him into some conversation, now the ladies that lived in town targeted johanna -- even more so than before. trying to get a hint of the going-ons in the little home by the lighthouse. details are scarce. as laura grows older, from babyhood then toddlerhood and now growing into a little girl with ribbons in her curls and pins to hold her skirts above her feet, they’ve taken to pressuring johanna with advice. all in the name of kindness of course. it’s been exhausting the moment they found out she was expecting and they’ve worn her down even more.

riff has found her roped in the midst of another conversation and she reaches out to take his hand. johanna nods along to the remainder of the conversation ( lecture ) before excusing herself with a rather forced smile. persuading laura to come home is a far easier task than dismissing herself from the crowds at church. she walks ahead, stopping every few moments to examine the grass, trying to find a butterfly or ladybug. johanna watches her as they walk along.

❝ i don’t think it’s any of their business how i parent my daughter, is it? ❞ it’s obvious this has been weighing on her mind for a time -- for years. ❝ i like to think they mean well, however, it’s difficult to believe when we do this every single week. ❞ laura turns around, beaming, stretching out her hand to reveal a speck that johanna can’t quite tell what it is from far away. still, she smiles back and nods before turning her head to look up at riff. ❝ thank you for saving us. ❞

#*❈ ‣ 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔? — ( interaction. )#*❈ ‣ 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 — ( v. single mother )#heygutlcss

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ducknotinarow · 1 year

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[Ariel and Summer]

"It's just a little further, I promise."

Which was something Ariel had said at least four times now, as she lead Summer through the Tunnels, knowing these ones like the back of her hand. They're obviously unused, having been left abandoned for a while. It was perfect. Reaching a door, clearly made of random pieces Ariel had find, she pushed it aside and allowed Summer in.

Inside was, well, cluttered to say the least. In the dimly lit part of this closed off sewer tunnel, Ariel had covered every nook and cranny she could with all sorts. Random broken items, from glasses, to cups, to random toys that sometimes showed up. Corks, and screws, and pebbles, and well, anything and everything. If it existed, Ariel probably had it somewhere in her collection. Seashells she found were glued to the brick, or hung from string like stars in the skies - though how she even got up there to hang them was a question within itself. In the ceiling was a single grate, allowing beams of sunlight to wash in - the angle was perfect, allowing Ariel to lay on a bunch of pillows she had found so she could watch the sky without being disturbed,

"It's my collection," Ariel smiles, "I've got gadgets and gizmo's a plenty, I've got who's-its and whats-it galore," She says her words with a slight tune, "Oh, you want thing-a-ma-bobs Summer? I got at least twenty!"

It's clear this collection of human things had been going on for a while, and had no signs of stopping. Ariel clearly admired it, grinning,

"You can uhm, take some stuff, if you want?" Ariel offers, "I do love my collection, but I don't mind sharing..."

She moves to that little patch of the sun, sitting herself down, enjoying the warmth. Her smile faded a little,

"You're not going to tell anyone, will you Summer?" Ariel wants to double check, "I don't think dad will be impressed with my collection."

Oh, if only she knew.

| Muse Interaction

"Ari are we 'ike close yet?" Summer complained maybe for the third or fourth times, Summer had lost count a bit ago, feeling like see been walking through the tunnels with them for days at this point now. It been more about an hour but Summer's attention span could burn quick. And it was reaching that point since her cousin had told her about wanting to show her something

"It's just a little further, I promise."

Summer slightly pouted her lip Ariel had told her that for the fourth time now. Better than Pops 'We'll get there when we get there' she guessed but still. Summer looked around the tunnels she didn't travel them as much as her cousin did so to her it sort of looked all the same like an unending maze. Least till they finally reached something new! "Fuckin' finally!" Summer uttered under her breath as she jogged a little to catch up to Ariel's side now. As they made their way through the make shift door. Summer stepping in and letting eyes look around at everything they found to land on, she wasn't all that sure to start? A low wishlet given as she minded her step not wanting to crush anything below her feet by mistake. The light pouring in through the grate above made it so she could at least slightly make out a few stand outs in the mass.

Summer strayed over to a random pile of well to her, just looked like a bunch of random junk at best. There were broken glass shards, a cup. What she assumed was a cork screw? She had seen one at home before. It was pretty clear that Airel had been working on this for a while, but Summer didn't quite clock into why?

"It's my collection,"

"Collection?" Summer repeats back questioning this as a collection. But considering stuff she collected, it wasn't too different it just wasn't as on theme as Summers' collection of ticket stubs from games or trading cards of players. "Oh so it's jus' you 'ike human collection?" Having finally connected the dots. As she turned to find Ariel smiling brightly over this

"I've got gadgets and gizmo's a plenty, I've got who's-its and whats-it galore,"

Summer tilts her head and pursed her lips "why dose 'hat sound familiar?"

"Oh, you want thing-a-ma-bobs Summer? I got at least twenty!"

Summer was not focused at all on the objects being presented to her she could just a bout make out the music from how Ariel was talking right now. It was like some old faint pleasant memory but damn for the life of her she just could not. It was really bugging her now closing her eyes tightly a moment damn why did this all seem so familiar not quite daja vu? She could just about imagine a red headed girl she thinks dancing? Thoughts pulled away when his cousin goes to speak up again.

"You can uhm, take some stuff, if you want?"

"Uh 'ake somethin'?" She was more trying to gather her baring still trying to scratch that lingering thought in her head on why they sing song way Ariel was speaking was so familiar?

"I do love my collection, but I don't mind sharing..."

Summer just blows air out her mouth in a sort of raspberry like laugh, brushing the idea off as she gave a wave of her hand even "nah collection's are special Ari. OH if anythin' I can help ya wit' it! if ya 'ike I mean. I can' get a hold of things ya might not see where ya got most of this stuff after all." Following Ariel over as they made their way to the pile of pillows where the light from the grate was pouring over easily warming up the space. Summer joining her when she gets an idea "oh 'ike this!" she fished around he pockets a pulls out a mini hockey stick holding it over to her cousin "watch" see took the end off to reveal it was a pen smiling before she capped it and handed it over. Pushing it into their hand before she sat down beside them looking up at the grate to see the sun pout in around the metal. "Look real nice down here though." Summer observed as she looked around more at the many piles.

"You're not going to tell anyone, will you Summer?"

"uh?" Summer answered with not because she didn't understand but more because she felt it was just obvious that of course she wouldn't tell anyone about this place. "Course I wouldn' tell anyone." she still assures them despite that fact. "No one gonna get a word outta me no need ta worry 'bout that." She doubles down just in case it was needed to be said and made that much more clear.

"but why are ya worried about someone findin' out?"

"I don't think dad will be impressed with my collection."

"oh." was all Summer could think to say about that, after all everyone knew how her uncle Donnie could be. Always over prepared, a massive worry wort even more so when it came to her cousin. If he found out she been sneaking out topside, even if she was staying hidden and careful? Well yeah didn't take much to piece that all together from there. Neither of them seemed to know just how far off the mark they were when it came to the purple banded turtle of the group. " 'm sure he wouldn' be that upset with ya Ari? I mean he gotta somewhat understand after all 'ight?" She tries to reason a bit "but 'ike I said no one gonna get a word from me! I mean it they can torture me and nothin' about this place will be said! 'd sooner sell out my dad's on how gross and sappy they are at home." She soon pulls down a sleeve so to expose her forearm in case they need more to know this was safe with her "I mean it I'll make a blood oath or ya can burn my arm so ya know I won't spill. Dad always says a promise is important after ta all!" he might not have meant her to be this over the top about it thought. At least the sentiment should be coming across.

"Though I still say it's a cool collection ya got goin' I bet even Uncle Donnie would be a bit impressed how much ya gathered up on ya own, I mean sure he might get all panic 'ike he dose." Trying to copy her uncle now "you could have been seen by one of thise barbarians, by one of those humans!." Waging a finger at her cousin as she mocked scolded her only to laugh her self. When a thought hit her.

"Oh the little mermaid! 'Hats what ya reminded me of...." She trails off a second "wait is that why they call you that?" As is the big non mystery had finally be sloved.

#muse| summer jones #madamkezzie #aflockofffeathers #[sister from another mister aflockoffeathers]#muse interactions #ic reply #stayed qeued #((Ariel just being excited summer being dumb for a second why do I hear a song right now? XD))#((look summer likely grew up watching hockey more than disnay movies so its vague to her or she WOULD be teasing her cousin right now XD))

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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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Promise: Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki reader

This is a side story takes place in the YRHR series, after part 1, when the reader returns home, blind.

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"Y/n... Come on, wake up. Its 9 already." You heard him say, feeling the bed dip as he sat on it, gently touching the back of your shoulder. "Aren't you hungry? Mom's making your favourite."

When you gave no response, Shotou pulled the covers away from your face, his brows furrowing at the bandages around your eyes that had loosened up. You had did that, clawing at the meticulously tight knot Natsuo had done; you didn't like how it settled on your eyes.

"You're awake, right?" The only answer he got was you turning your cheek further away from him when he tried to caress it. Shotou didn't like your silence and he missed it when you used to ramble about almost anything to him. He missed when you were happy.

The door bell rang.

Shotou looked at his watch confused. Wasn't Natsuo supposed to come around at 11? He could hear Enji walking to the main door, and after a few seconds of silence, he heard footsteps coming towards your room. But then he heard some scuffling, and people talking- he recognised Enji's and Dabi's voices, his brother's getting louder by the second.

"I'll check who's there. Stay."

Stay? You would've rolled your eyes if, you know, you still had them.

A few more minutes passed and you could hear Dabi arguing with someone, and you think that Shotou is trying to calm him down. Deciding to take advantage of the situation, you got up from the bed. For the past whole month, Shotou would come to wake you up everyday, carrying you in his arms to the bathroom, never letting you walk on your own, claiming "you'll get hurt".

Idiot.

Taking one small step at a time, you stretched your arms out trying to reach the wall. Once you felt the cold, smooth surface, you used it to guide you towards the door.

No matter what you did, or how many times you told them to back off, that you can do this on your own, they wouldn't let you. Hell, you were pretty sure that if they could, they would breathe for you too. As if trying to instil in your mind that you're helpless without them, incapable of making your own decisions.

I'll show them how fucking capable I am.

After stubbing your toe only once, you finally reached the door, your hand gripping the metal knob. You placed your ear on the door, trying to figure out who and where everyone is standing. The corridor seemed empty and you think everyone is downstairs.

Opening the door, you used another wall to guide you towards the stairs. You hoped Shotou doesn't see you; he'd throw a hissy fit at you attempting to walk down the stairs.

As you took one careful step at a time, you heard the commotion grow louder. You could hear Dabi yelling profanities at the other person, certainly not Enji because Rei or Fuyumi would've stepped in by now to stop him. You used to stop him too, but ever since what happened, you don't really care anymore.

"Why the fuck are you even here?! She doesn't fucking want to see you!"

"Dabi-!"

"And who is gonna stop me? You? I'd be happy to knock you down on your ass- its about goddamn time!"

"Hawks!"

Hawks?

Hawks.

Hawks!

You almost stumbled down the last few steps, but you needed to know- was he, was he really here?

"K-Keigo?"

You heard his wings flap before you felt him, the wind gushed at your body strongly, making you lose your balance. But muscular arms wrapped around you before you could fall, and the winged hero lifted you up and spun you around, making you burst into laughter.

Rei was the first one to cry.

You laughed.

Not a bitter, sarcastic one.

A genuinely happy laugh.

And she missed her baby's laugh so much.

Dabi's eyes widened slightly. His heart clenching up a bit as he realised how he missed that beaming look on your face. He realised how fucking naive you were, how you were his little sister that he needed to protect.

Shotou felt envy. Why- why didn't you laugh like that with him? Why didn't you laugh for him? Was he... not a good brother?

Fuyumi actually rushed out of the kitchen when she heard you, her hands coming up to her mouth to suppress the sob that was building up. Too long. It had been too long since you were happy.

Natsuo smiled. He smiled as he saw you chortle when the hero's feathers tickled your cheek. He wished you would smile more often.

Enji's breath hitched as he saw you chuckle into Hawk's shoulder. It was so natural, so lively, so radiant. He had been dying to hear that sweet sound again.

Your heart was beating fast and your stomach was doing somersaults as you felt the air rushing through your hair and cooling on to your neck, the soft feathers brushing across your skin.

He really was here.

But so were they.

And you could feel their eyes on you.

Keigo frowned when he saw you curl yourself into him, as if trying to bury yourself into his chest. When he looked around, he saw them glaring and that's when he puffed out his wings before curling them around you; shielding you.

"I'll be spending time with my goddaughter. Do not disturb us." And with that, Hawks flew you up to your room, locking the door before they could sat anything. He could hear Dabi arguing, but he trusted Enji to handle him.

He set you on your bed, chuckling as you didn't let go of his collar.

"Its okay, dove. I'm here, now- ow!" You cut him off by punching his arm.

"Where were you?!"

"In your heart- ow! Stop hitting me!" He caught your wrists.

"You said you were gonna visit me at home! Its been a whole month-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but believe me, I really was busy!" Sighing, he continued. "The hero commission sent me to Europe for a mission and things got a bit messy, so I got caught up."

Yanking your hands out of his grip, you scowled. "Would it have killed you to call?"

"I mean I wouldn't say kill, but I probably could've lost a limb or two-" He started laughing when when you began getting up to walk to the door.

Keigo wrapped his arms around you, smiling cheekily"Y/n- I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. Come back-"

"No, let go! I don't have time for your bullshit" He continued laughing, easily picking you up and dropping you back on your bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Come on, now. Stop being mad." You heard him shuffling. "Besides, I've got something for you!"

He dropped something in your lap. You picked an item, your hands feeling around it, trying to figure out what the rectangular shaped box was.

"Whats this?"

"Oh, here. Let me help you." He lifted the lid of the box and you were immediately hit by a familiar smell.

"Chocolate?"

He hummed in confirmation"Your favourite ones too! They were always sold out! Luckily, I was able to use my charm on the owner."

"Charm? Oh, you mean where you pull that ugly smirk and do that half lidded look with your eyes, and you think that you look hot but you actually just look creepy?"

"Yeah- hey!"

And then the next 3 hours were spent like that, Hawks telling you about Europe and the bad guys he caught, you telling him about the way your family had been treating you.

"They don't let me do anything, they don't give me any privacy! Its like- its like they want me to be a doll!" You gave an exasperated sigh. "They- they act like they are being so generous. Like it was somehow my fault that my eyes got fried!"

"Oh come on. They can't be that bad-"

"They are! So much worse than before. Look, I'm a grown up- I need my space too! You know what Shotou said when I asked him to get me a walking stick? He said I don't need one since he can carry me everywhere. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get carried to the toilet every single day? Do you?!"

"Well, no-"

"And then Fuyumi cuts up my food and spoon feeds me herself! I know I'm blind but its not like I'm gonna stuff the food up my nose or something!"

The hero snickered at that.

"And then Enji reads me these novels or the newspaper and he skips over the parts he thinks I'm too "young" or "immature" to understand! They even monitor what I listen to! Fuyumi or Shotou would be quick to change the channel if something above pg 10 comes on!" You ran a hand through your hair frustratedly. "I asked Enji to get me a Braille and the first few time he pretended like he didn't hear me, before finally saying that I don't need one!"

"Don't worry, I'll sneak in a Braille for dummies the next time I visit."

"Hey-! Wait... what do you mean "next time"?"

"Oh come on! I promise I'll come earlier next time. Maybe in like 2 weeks-"

"No."

"What-"

"No. I want to leave this place today. You promised."

"Y/n-"Keigo reached to place a hand on your shoulder but you pushed him off.

"You. Promised. You said you'll get me out of here when I leave the hospital" You inhaled deeply. "Well, guess what, Hawks? Its been a whole month."

"I know but you're not well enough-"

"I AM! If anything, staying here is harming me more!" Your tone was getting angrier. "You said- you said you would take me away from them."

"I can't do it right now. The hero commission needs me-"

"I need you! Or am I just not worth your time?"

"Please, dove- try to understand. How will I take care of you if I'm out at the agency?"He tried to pet your head but you smacked his hand away, snarling at him.

"You're a liar. A big fucking liar! Was this the plan all along? To give me hope that you'll save me, only to fucking crush it?!" The hero managed to dodge the box of chocolates you threw at him. "I don't need fucking chocolate or your stupid presents. I need to get out of this goddamn house!"

The hero began walking towards the door. "You're not thinking rationally- I'll- I'll leave." But before the hero could manage to take another step, you were leaping towards him, but since you couldn't see, you only managed to fall near his feet. When he grabbed your shoulders to help you up, you were quick to latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly.

"No- no! Don't go. Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. Please, don't be mad. I swear I'll behave, just don't leave me here!" Your hold onto him was becoming painfully tight.

Keigo felt like someone was breaking his heart piece by piece as he looked at you. The way your body shook from your pitiful sobs, the way you held onto his jacket as if your life depended on it- he was forced to remember how vulnerable you looked the night he brought you back to the this house. The same night when you begged and begged him to fly you away, that you'll do anything as long as he didn't dropped you back at the Todoroki estate.

"Y/n- darling, love, listen to me. I promised you that I'll keep you save, didn't I? I promise I'll come back soon-"

"YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT SHE'S DONE TO ME! SHE BURNED MY FUCKING EYES HAWKS! I'M FUCKING BLIND! DO I NEED TO LOSE A LIMB FOR YOU TO GET ME OUT OF HERE?! DO I HAVE TO SUFFER FROM ANOTHER "ACCIDENT"?!"

Hawks knew that bitch Rei did this on purpose, he knew and it killed him that he couldn't save you from her. He wanted to tell you that he believed you, and he was preparing a place for you. But the hero knows your siblings were eavesdropping, right on the other side of the door.

He had to be careful and play the fool if he wanted to get you out of this hell hole.

"Y/n please-"

You shook your head repeatedly, pulling him closer to you as you shrieked at him. "No. NO! I wont let you go! I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME! Keigo, I'm begging you! Take me with you, please! I'll die! I'll die! I'LL FUCKING DIE, KEIGO! PLEASE!"

Your loud screams had your siblings bursting through the door, obviously using a spare key. "Y/n, whats wrong-" You jumped away when they touched your shoulder, giving Hawks chance to slip away.

You instantly reached out for him, flailing your arms around to get a hold of him again. But the hero was already out the door and your siblings quickly pulled you back into their arms, shushing you, trying to calm you down.

But you were inconsolable. Thrashing around in Shotou's arms, you kept begging for Hawks to come back. "HAWKS COME BACK! LET ME GO! HAWKS, PLEASE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE!" It pained them to see you like this, so hysterical; Shotou and Fuyumi whispered sweet nothings but you payed them no mind. Natsuo knew you were going to hyperventilate soon, but he was more worried about you bursting a vessel in your head.

Thinking fast, he quickly brought up a tranquilliser- and the moment the sharp smell of the alcohol swab hit your nose, you were wrestling harder to get out Shotou's and Fuyumi's arms.

"Y/n, please calm down-"

"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! KEIGO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! COME BACK- STOP! STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP!" You screamed louder than before when you felt her cold hands gripping your arm, holding it still so that your brother could administer the dose.

As the drug began taking effect, your thrashing slowed down before you finally slumped into Shotou's arms. The tranquilliser numbed the headache that was forming, and you felt Fuyumi use a tissue to wipe the snot and the spit off your face.

"I'll die... I'll die... And you won't be there. And I'll die..."

Hawks was in a trance like state as he watched Shotou tuck you under the covers. He wanted to use his sharp feathers to slice off that cold bitch's hand that brushed the hair out of your face, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your daunting screams rang through his ears; his chest felt like some was shoving a knife through it slowly as he played back the image of you trying to wring yourself free from their arms, one hand still reaching out for him. It took everything in him not to grab it and pull you away from those monsters, but he had to remind himself of the bigger picture.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the pyromaniac standing next to him until he spoke.

"This is all your fault."

Hawks looked at Dabi. His fault?

"You shouldn't have come here."

"She's my goddaughter-"

"Shut the fuck up." Dabi narrowed his eyes at the hero. "She's like this because you gave her false hope. Hope, that one day she'll get away from us. You and I both know that's not gonna happen." He sighed before continuing. "You call yourself a hero, but in reality, you're no better than us."

As Hawks turned to leave, not willing to let the villian get on his nerves, Dabi spoke again.

"Dont bother coming back. She won't forgive you. She'll never forget this betrayal."

Hurtful as they were, he knew the words he said were true.

Hawks was almost out the gates when he saw Enji sitting in the garden, looking at the koi pond. He should've left, should've flown away but there was something in Enji's eyes that had the winged hero walking towards him. He recognised the emotion as soon as he got close.

Sorrow.

Or was it guilt?

Perhaps a mixture of both.

"Endeavour, are you... alright?"

The number 1 hero looked away from the fish and blinked at him.

"Hawks? What are you still doing here?"

The blonde chuckled nervously. "I was just on my way out." He gazed at him. "Are you okay? You seem to be in deep thought."

Enji only stared at him. Taking his silence as the answer, Hawks turned to leave.

"Why did you come here today, Keigo?"

Keigo.

He suppressed the urge to shudder the way his name rolled off his tongue.

"She's my goddaughter too. Why? Do you think it was a bad decision to come?"

"No." Enji sighed. "I just- she hadn't laughed like that in a long time."

Hawks stood beside him. "She's still traumatised from the kitchen accident. Its understable-"

"No. She hadn't laughed like that for a long time, even before this happened." Enji's eyes moved towards the night sky. The stars were twinkling extra bright tonight. How he wished you could see it. "Before she lost her sight, she used to look out the window, her eyes searching sky." He gulped. "She was looking for you, Keigo. You- you made her happy, you make her laugh. I don't."

Hawks placed his hand on Enji's shoulder. "That's not true, Enji. You do make her happy. She loves you. She feels safe with you. She sees you as her protector."

"She does?"

He nodded. "Of course. If you want things to return to normal, you need to treat her normally too. Just- just talk to her. Sort out the issues and wash away whatever fears she has." Hawks wanted Enji to listen to you, to really listen to you and protect you from Rei. He could only hope that Enji understood what he meant.

Hawks was right, Enji realised. Whatever delusions you have of Rei wanting to hurt you on purpose, of being the "bad person", they can all be cleared up if he just talked to you. Ever since the incident, the family avoided talking to you about Rei or the events that had occurred that day.

If he just talked to you, things will return to normal. You'll become happy again.

"Thank you, Keigo."

Hawks only smiled in return. "I'll be leaving now."

"Okay. When will you visit again?"

"I'll be gone for longer now. The hero commission is sending me on another mission again."

"Oh. Safe travels, then."

As Hawks flew away, he began thinking about the house.

The house where he was going to take you to soon. He just needs to add a few finishing touches before he sets his plan in motion. The plan to rescue you, and eventually Enji, from those sadist that call themselves your family.

He will not let his dove get hurt again.

He'll save you this time.

He promises.

Thoughts?

Idk how this turned out, angst wasn't the plan initially. Guess I'll write godfather Hawks fluff for another day.

Anyways, now that this is done, I'll start working on RE 8 fic now.

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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I love your work! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write something about (toddler) baby Shelby having Alfie help her bake a cake for Tommy

omggggg that’s so so cute!!

A Bakers Help

The burly Camden Town ‘baker’ was nothing short of completely shocked when he heard a soft banging on his office door in the mid afternoon. His eyebrows had furrowed and he had kept his hand readily on his weapon so he was prepared in the event of an enemy being on the other side of the door. He was surprised to say the least when he tugged open the door and had to look down multiple inches to spot she who knocked on the door.

There stood a little girl. One he knew fairly well but who’s appearance outside his office was still a shock. That little girl was notorious around most of England, especially in heavily gang populated territories where the “Shelby” was a household name and everybody who knew that name knew the littlest member of the family was something akin to a jewel in Tommy Shelby’s crown. Alfie had been curious as to whether or not she was actually attached to Thomas Shelby’s hip in consideration to how much time she spent right by his side, teetering along on little legs so he knew she was safe right by his side. It wasn’t often that Tommy entrusted others to watch over his youngest sister, so it would be safe to say that Alfie was incredibly confused.

“Good morning.” The little girl greets, her lips plastered with a bright smile as she lifts a hand to wave at him. Alfie braces himself on either side of his doorway with strong hands so as to lean out of his office to look out into the ‘bakery’ to both the left and right before stepping back in. “Mhm yes it was actually. Where’s your brothers?” He asks, turning his eyes back to the girl in the doorway who fights to pull her wool coat back up from falling off her arms due to the fact it hadn’t been buttoned up. The girl shrugs, “Dunno...Can I come in?” She asks politely, “It’s very cold.”

Alfie Solomons squints his eyes and forms a crease between his brows, but even he can’t deny the chill in the winter breeze through the unheated factory and the shivering of the child, and so he steps to the side and gestures her in the door. Alfie hums, or maybe something more akin to a grumble, in thought as the five year old wanders around his office to take in the whole surroundings. “And where are your pikey brothers then yeah?” His voice rumbles deep and gravelly the same way it always does, not missing the chance or thinking twice about dropping an insult to the Shelby men as he speaks. The youngest of the clan shrugs her little shoulders. “Dunno,” she says again, “I’m with Ada. Told her i was going out to play.”

The words most definitely do worry Alfie Solomons after the girl with Tommy Shelby’s striking blue eyes and his heart in the palm of her tiny hand finishes speaking flippantly. It occurs to him that she’s simply too young to understand both risk and consequence. She knows that Tommy Shelby dotes on her like the little princess he believes her to be. She knows he loves her, he tells her every day. However, Alfie knows the far darker side to that love. He’s heard of people brutally murdered with remains unidentifiable after coming close to her, and although Alfie has no desire to harm a child who probably doesn’t even understand what it is the rest of her family do when she’s not around, that doesn’t reassure him even in the slightest that Tommy, Arthur, Ada and John Shelby along with Polly Gray wouldn’t rip him to shreds if they knew their little princess was stood in his office for whatever reason.

“Right,” Alfie states, “Better get you home then,” He strides easily towards the door to hold it open, but the little girl simply quirks one eyebrow and remains where she stands. “It’s Tommy’s birthday soon.” She declares, looking up at the hardened London gangster as if he poses no threat nor fear to her in the slightest bit. She smiles at him, big and bright. She didn’t know him. She didn’t know if he was violent, didn’t know if he was supposed to be scary. She just knew she had met him before, he was relatively funny as the 5 year old obviously did not pick up on the thinly veiled threats hiding beneath the verbal back and forth between her favourite brother and the man she stood with now, and more importantly than anything; she knew he was a ‘baker’. “You need a cake on your birthday, you know.” She adds very matter of factly, and Alfie Solomons doesn’t fight the little grin he gives. “And you’re a baker, so you can make good cakes. I need you to help me make Tommy’s cake for birthday cake time on Saturday.”

There’s virtually no way this little girl had just come up with this by herself. The way she acts, her generosity, her sweetness and her absolute insistence of cake for her brothers birthday was not something she had adapted by herself. Children don’t just come up with these things. That thought, for Alfie, means that those who have raised her have drilled a certain kindness into her. Thomas Shelby has raised his little sister to be the kind of kid who will find a man she thinks is a baker just because her brother told her he was, so that he can help her make a cake. That makes Alfie want to laugh. Tommy Shelby acts the part, but Solomons now knows he’s the type who taught a little girl about the importance of cake and birthday fun.

“Fine.” Alfie responds, out stretching his arm to gesture the little girl out into the factory. He did actually have a designated area for the ‘bakery’ just in the event that someone came looking or investigating and he needed to show there was actually a bakery there. He was thankful for that now, because he got the feeling that there was little to no chance he would have gotten away from the very very persistent little Shelby trailing behind him. It becomes apparent very quickly that little (y/n) will have no luck when it comes to seeing what was going on up on the counter, considering she wasn’t even nearly the same height as it, never mind tall enough see over it. Alfie has to get creative in that respect, eyes flicking around until they lands on a a stack of crates that he grabs a couple of to pile them next to the counter so that the youngest Shelby can contribute as she pleased to the cake making.

All things considered, Alfie was actually a fairly good baker. He didn’t come up with the idea of a bakery to cover his illegal business work for no reason. He knew he could bake if it was necessary (which it sometimes was to smuggle alcohol), so this ask from the little girl who had a list of ingredients and an exact image of how she wanted this cake to look, wasn’t a huge task for him.

In the process of the bake, Alfie learned a lot. He learned that little Shelby couldn’t quite pronounce her L’s (which Tommy was apparently working on with her), so she called him Afie. He learned that Tommy’s favourite cake was vanilla sponge, which was why it was a four tier vanilla sponge with extra strawberry jam that his sweet little sister had chosen. He learned that the little girl got here by very discretely tripping up her cousin, Karl, so that Ada was preoccupied giving him a plaster for his knee and stopping his tears and (y/n) snuck off from Ada’s London home in the direction she felt like she remembered Tommy going when he had taken her to Alfie’s bakery once, albeit leaving her in the car with Arthur and John. She had to ask for directions from confused strangers a few times, but ultimately she found the place on her own. Alfie learned that little Shelby talks a lot. She’s very clever, can follow instructions a lot better than most children of a similar age. It had become increasingly clear she didn’t see any problem with talking about the fun things she did with her brothers. The way Arthur and John like to throw her about to hear her giggles, how Tommy tucks her in every single night that he can. How he tickles her, how he still carries her around even though her aunt Polly protests it. How good her aunt Polly’s cooking is. How much she loves her family. She sees no problem with divulging these soft family moments, although Tommy would probably be absolutely appalled that people knew these things about him and his brothers. It made the head of the Peaky Blinders seem so incredibly mundane.

Alfie could see now why that sweet girl was so loved and held so dear by the family. He also had to wonder if she truly was one of them. She was funny and bright, she giggled with him and babbled on about sorts of rubbish. Alas, she was bossy as Thomas himself. She was loud like Arthur, sarcastic as John, self assured as Polly, as independent as Finn and opinionated as Ada. She made sure to tell Alfie exactly how to stack the first layer while she mixed ingredients for the next layer and he was kept on a very short leash, reminded every so often that he was not to dip his fingers in any of the mixtures and leaning over as he worked to tell him Tommy liked more jam than what Alfie had put on.

“Wait!” She yelps out, leaping off the makeshift kitchen stool made from those bottle crates to chase after Alfie until she reaches the man who was carrying the cake towards a box. “Finishing touches,” she insists, ever so slightly dusting the cake with powdered icing sugar to give a final decorational appearance. Alfie smiles subconsciously as the small girl stands back with a proud grin, turning her eyes to man holding the cake, “Thank you Afie,” she beams, her cute little way of saying his name never lost on him as his heart flutters. “Welcome, baby Shelby.” He responds as he slips it into the cake box he’d ordered one of his men to go and get without question.

Alfie was certain he would step outside his bakery and London would be burning. He expected to have Shelby’s killing people on the streets searching for their baby, their sweet little princess. He assumed (and rightly so) that Ada hadn’t told Tommy that she had absolutely no idea where his most precious little love was for genuine fear of his reaction and so she had mobilised some friends and acquaintances she had made while in London to try finding her little sister. Albeit they were evidently unsuccessful and absolutely no one expected little (y/n) to be baking with Alfie Solomons for her gangster brothers birthday because she just loves him so.

Ada literally burst out the front door frantically when she saw the car headlights pull up outside her house, wrapping herself tightly in her coat as Alfie Solomons lifts her little sister down out of the car. The 5 year old stands innocent as ever next to the man who Tommy never truly knows if he can trust or not as he reaches back into the car to lift out a white cake box with two strong hands. “Better keep a closer eye on this one yeah?” He gestured his head to (y/n) who runs towards Ada and jumps into her open arms to be squeezed incredibly, almost painfully tightly. “Never run off like that again!” She hisses, her concern and anxiety clear behind her words as she speaks into her sisters soft hair, stroking it with her hand for some form of reassurance.

“Sorry Ada,” she hums cutely in response, “We made Tommy a cake though, for his birthday!” Ada let’s go of (y/n) and turns to the little girl. “Go inside and find Aunt Pol, i’ll be in shortly.” She says as she eyes Alfie Solomons with the stoney faced glare he assumes she learned from Polly Gray and her often stoney resolve. “Bye bye Afie!” The 5 year old chimes, scuttling up to him to wrap her arms around his legs for a moment before turning and running off with a wave at the doorstep with Alfie a little bit to stunned by how kind she was to him despite the bad man he was to do much else than wave after her. “You,” Ada snipped, cutting him out of his thoughts and crossing her arms firmly over her chest, “Baked a cake with my little sister?” Her words leak with confusion, eyebrows furrowed with her head tilted in question as she continues to be unable to think of any reason why Alfie Solomons hadn’t turned the little girl away or even used her as a bargaining chip with threats of harm to the child if Tommy didn’t do as Alfie wanted. Instead he baked with her a cake for Thomas and she was returned without a bump, not even a hair on her head harmed. He had returned the little Shelby who was uncharacteristically clumsy for a Shelby without her falling off of anything, burning herself on any ovens or accidentally eating something she was supposed to.

“Yeah.” Alfie responds, shrugging his shoulders at the same time. Ada steps closer to him to try in some way to read what he’s not saying, her heels clicking with each step. “And you want nothing for it?” She presses, her eyes narrowed as he shrugs. “Birthday gift innit yeah?” He grumbles, handing the cake to Ada. “She’s the best of you lot,” he states firmly as he turns his back to climb back into his car, “Keep her that way yeah?”

Ada’s frown turns to a soft smile as she nods, watching as Alfie Solomons pulls his door shut firmly and turns on his ignition.

“Mr Solomons, Oi!” She calls after him, forcing him to roll down his window to hear what she has to say. “Thank you.” She breathes, “For looking after her and bringing her home. And for the cake.” Alfie nods his head in acknowledgment. Ada isn’t sure what else to say. She still feels fairly nauseous at the fact her little sister was missing for virtually the whole day and littered with further nerves at the fact Tommy would be around to pick her up in a half hour and it wasn’t like little Shelby to keep quiet about anything, especially not when it came to Tommy and especially when it came to her adventures that her favourite brother hadn’t been part of, so assuredly she would let him know all about her baking day with Alfie after the cake was revealed tomorrow afternoon for his birthday. Alfie knew this too and he imagined he’d get a visit from the head of the Peaky Blinders relatively soon after he found out.

Tommy would probably be as confused as Ada as to why Alfie looked after little (y/n) the way he did. Alfie couldn’t even really explain it himself, she just warmed up his heart and the sweet little girl showed Alfie truly why Tommy loves that little girl so much. She brings laughter and happiness and fun. She brings light into a very, very dark life and Alfie appreciates that dedication Tommy had to keeping her safe a lot more now. He himself now had a soft spot for the kid and there was a part of him that knew for a fact he too would be making sure no one in his circle was breathing words of harming that little girl who had promised she would bake with him again, and had his birthday written on her hand so she could bake for his birthday.

Maybe the Shelby’s weren’t so bad after all.

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When You're Ready

Reader request: Shawn Mendes x (y/n). "Shawn is on tour and invites the reader to the show so he can ask her to be his girlfriend and he sings When You're Ready, but Camila shows up and the reader is convinced that it's for C and not for her."

Word Count: ~3.7

Notes: Mostly fluff with brief moments of angst, and a smut ending.

Warnings: NSFW

~ * ~

(Y/n) stood at baggage claim at LAX, waiting for her blush-colored suitcase to roll by on the carousel. She was going to be in California for almost a week. Why? Well, her best friend was Shawn Mendes and he was currently on tour. He was missing her something fierce, he had said, and he wanted her to come see him.

Shawn had two sold out shows, consecutive nights, at the Staples Center followed by a show in San Francisco three days later, so why not make a week of it? His idea, but the second he mentioned it she was on board. She’d figure it out, find a way to make it work.

Any time she got to spend with him was both treasured and torturous. But she would go through the pain and heartache over and over again if it meant nearly a week with her most favorite person.

See, the thing was, (y/n) had been in love with Shawn for nearly as long as she had known him.

~ * ~

After retrieving her bag, (y/n) went in search of her driver. Shawn had said he or she would be holding a sign with her name on it. Shawn had a few interviews to do that morning, so (y/n) would be taken to his hotel to wait for him to finish, and then they’d have the entire afternoon and evening to spend together.

Aside from the aforementioned interviews, this was a day off for Shawn and he wanted to make the most of it because the Staples Center shows were the following two nights, and there wouldn’t be much down time during the days with soundchecks, meet and greets, and Q&As before showtime. Fortunately they would have more time to spend together between LA and San Francisco.

(Y/n) located her driver, who smiled brightly and introduced himself as John. He took her bag and engaged her in friendly chatter as he led her toward an idling Range Rover.

Who left a vehicle like this idling curbside at the airport?

John opened the rear passenger door for her with a knowing grin. (Y/n) started to climb in before she even noticed him.

“Shawn!” She almost tipped over into his lap reaching across the seat to hug him.

“Surprise, babe!” he chuckled into her ear.

“You’re here!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t collect you myself, but as much as I love my fans, I didn’t want to get stuck here for a half an hour taking selfies.”

“I thought you were in interviews all morning.”

“I was. I was hoping to come with John to pick you up, but I honestly didn’t know how long all the interviews were going to take so I didn’t want you to be disappointed if I said I would be here but then wasn’t.”

He was always so thoughtful; it was one of the many, many things (y/n) loved about him. She linked her hand with his between them, squeezed, and smiled. “I missed you.”

With a grin, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Missed you, too. So much. I’m so happy you’re here,” he breathed.

~ * ~

The day flew by way too quickly.

Once Shawn got (y/n) checked in and settled at the hotel, in a room that adjoined his, they grabbed lunch at one of Shawn’s favorite places.

It was (y/n)’s first ever visit to Los Angeles. Shawn had asked her if there were any specific things that were on her must do/see list, and he’d take care of everything.

They visited the Griffith Observatory, and strolled down the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

(Y/n) thought, and Shawn agreed, that too much attention might be drawn to them if he was spotted along Venice Beach or the Santa Monica Pier, as he had already been approached a few times during their activities earlier in the day. (Y/n) had been understanding and supportive of him spending a few minutes chatting with his fans and taking photos. She actually took a few of the photos herself.

Another day, he promised.

Instead, they spent a good part of the late afternoon and early evening at the Getty Center Museum.

They had dinner in Little Tokyo, followed by drinks at a tiki bar. Only one for (y/n) because she was a lightweight and tiki drinks were known to be quite strong. Shawn stopped after two, as he had a full day the next day and didn’t want to risk waking up with a hangover.

Back at the hotel, freshly showered, in pajamas, and in Shawn’s room, stretched out on his king-sized bed, Shawn and (y/n) ordered something from room service to share.

Even though they had chosen a movie to watch, they were too busy talking and laughing to pay much attention to the television.

~ * ~

Staples Center, Day One, had (y/n) immersed in the thick of things with Shawn, his band, and his crew. She knew only a few of them and was introduced to many more. Her laminated pass was the same as what everyone else had, giving her access to anything and anywhere she wished.

She soaked up as much as possible.

Shawn didn’t always attend soundcheck with his band, but for (y/n) he definitely wanted to be there so she could fully experience it. She stayed backstage, chatting with Shawn’s people while he did his meet and greet photos. She sat in on his Q&A session but stayed unobtrusively toward the back of the room. She could talk to him whenever she wanted; this was his fans’ time with him.

The concert was unbelievable, as (y/n) knew it would be. Shawn always left his heart and gratitude on stage.

That night they were in (y/n)’s room, she on one of the doubles, Shawn in the other. He was still a little high on adrenaline, asking her how she enjoyed the day, and especially how she enjoyed the show.

She knew it wouldn’t be long before he completely crashed out. When he did, he was still in her room.

~ * ~

Staples Center, Day Two, was much the same, although they started the day with Shawn dragging (y/n) to the gym to work out with him. They also skipped soundcheck to get lost together in the backstage corridors.

The closer it came to showtime, the more anxious Shawn seemed to get. He had a different vibe about him than he had the night before.

While eating dinner, (y/n) asked him if everything was alright. He assured her everything was amazing; it just felt like something big was about to happen and he hoped it would turn out to be a good kind of big.

~ * ~

Again, the show was absolutely incredible, although after the song he normally ended with, before acknowledging his band and going into the encore, he tried to quiet the deafening audience with a finger pressed against his lips.

Of course, it was futile. He just laughed, somewhat nervously, and said, “This song is for someone very special to me. Someone who is here tonight. I want her to know how I feel about her...”

That seemed to get everyone’s attention.

Shawn found (y/n) in the audience, met her eyes, and smiled adoringly.

Maybe I had too many drinks But that's just what I needed I hope that you don't think that what I'm saying sounds conceited When I look across the room, and you're staring right back at me Like somebody told a joke and we're the only ones laughin'

(Y/n)’s heart started thumping. He couldn’t be singing this for her, could he...? He had never expressed any interest in her as more than a friend. Had he?

Don't know why I tried 'Cause ain't nobody like you Familiar disappointment every single time I do Every single night my arms are not around you My mind's still wrapped around you

A couple of girls beside (y/n) bent their heads together and pointed to something or someone standing to the side of the stage. Shawn seemed to notice, as she had, and looked toward the side stage.

She followed his line of vision to see Camila standing there, beaming brightly. She put her fingertips to her lips and blew him a big kiss.

(Y/n) didn’t notice, over the dizzying blood rush in her head, that Shawn seemed to stumble a little through the chorus.

Baby, tell me when you're ready I'm waitin' Baby, any time you're ready I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now If you haven't found somebody I promise, I'll be around Tell me when you're ready I'm waitin'

He glanced once more toward Camila, but just as quickly his smile settled again in (y/n)’s direction. His voice steadied and grew stronger.

What if my dad is right When he says that you're the one No, I can't even argue I won't even fight him on it Call you when it's late And I know that you're in bed 'Cause I'm three hours back Seems like you're always six ahead

(Y/n) smiled back, although it seemed more reflexive than genuine, as her heart was currently crumbling to pieces. She tried her hardest to be happy for her best friend and the woman he was currently confessing his feelings for, on stage, in front of everyone.

Don't know why I tried 'Cause ain't nobody like you Familiar disappointment every single time I do Every single night my arms are not around you My mind's still wrapped around you

Baby, tell me when you're ready I'm waitin' Baby, any time you're ready I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now If you haven't found somebody I promise, I'll be around Tell me when you're ready I'm waitin', yeah

And if I have to, I'll wait forever Say the word and I'll change my plans Yeah, you know that we fit together I know your heart like the back of my hand...

Before the song ended, overwhelmed, unable to continue her façade, (y/n) had slipped from the crowd and backstage.

She wasn’t sure where to go once she was backstage. She was fighting back tears, so her vision was blurry, but she didn’t want to stop to ask anyone how to get out of the venue because they might ask why she was crying and then it would all turn into one big mess.

A voice from behind her asked, “You’re Shawn’s friend, right? Are you looking for his dressing room?” Was she? Would she be able to face him after his encore and bows?

“Yes, please,” she found herself answering.

“End of the corridor, turn right, first door on the left.”

(Y/n) nodded her thanks and began to follow the directions she was given. She wasn’t sure if it would be the first or last place anyone would be looking for her.

~ * ~

Shawn burst into his dressing room, out of breath from the end of his show and running around looking for (y/n). Incredibly relieved to see her, he gasped, “Are you okay? What happened?? You just disappeared!”

“I’m sorry. I just needed a few minutes.”

“In the middle of the most important song of the night?”

Her voice cracked. “I said I was sorry.” And she was. She should have stayed till the end. “I was caught off guard.”

“Oh no, babe. Shit! I’m sorry, (y/n). I overwhelmed you, didn’t I? I shouldn’t have made it so public. It should have been a private conversation. Forgive me?” he whispered.

“Of course. You’re my best friend and I’m happy for you,” she smiled softly, truly. And she was. His happiness meant more to her than anything else. It was just going to take some time to refortify her heart. “I wish you and Camila the best.”

“Camila?” Little wrinkles formed between his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean, what am I talking about?” she puffed.

Suddenly Shawn started laughing.

(Y/n) placed her hands in the center of his chest and pushed him away, unamused.

He caught her wrists and pulled her to him. “I wasn’t singing that song for her.” He placed her hands over his heart and covered them with his own. “I was singing it for you, my beautiful, clueless, wonderful, precious love.”

“What?” she exhaled.

“I finished singing and looked for your eyes, only to find you gone.”

“I don’t understand,” she whispered.

“I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend. Not Camila. You, (y/n). In front of the entire Staples Center audience. Why did you think I wanted Camila?”

“You kept looking at her side stage.”

“I glanced at her twice,” he contended, lightheartedly. “I was surprised. I didn’t expect her to be here tonight. It’s true that she recently told me she has deeper feelings for me-”

“And you have always had feelings for her.”

“I had feelings for her. Past tense. Before I met you. Are you really arguing with me about how I feel about you?” he smirked.

“But you didn’t sing that song last night, when Camila wasn’t here.”

“You are!” he laughed again.

“Stop laughing!” she exclaimed, unable to stop herself from giggling, her heart blooming with hope. She then whispered, “Did you really mean it?”

“Oh, darling...

“If I had professed my feelings last night and you had turned me down, I don’t think I would have been able to get through tonight. Telling you tonight, when there were three days before San Francisco, would have either given us time to disappear together for a few days, or would have given me time to sort myself out if you didn’t want me the way I want you.

“Please tell me you want me.”

(Y/n) wanted to scream, yes, I want you!, but instead she teased, trying to keep a straight face, “I don’t know. Any boyfriend of mine has to be a good kisser. Are you a good kisser?”

“I am a fantastic kisser,” he grinned. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and slid his hand to the nape of her neck.

“Prove it.”

His other hand circled her waist, fell against the small of her back. He leaned in, watched her eyelids flutter, then close, and gently guided her lips to his.

She had imagined this moment for so long but it was much more than she had ever expected. Thousands of thoughts were forced away to make room for one single idea. How could one kiss cause the world to fall away around her?

“Shawn,” she said, breathless, easing away.

“Still proving it,” he murmured. He softly licked at the seam of her lips, and when she responded he deepened their kiss. Her heart was pounding, and she was warm from head to toe. She felt his tongue meet hers and her entire body began to hum.

Their knees were weak when their lips separated.

Shawn touched his nose to hers. “Well...?”

“I will be more than happy to kiss you all night long, but only after you take a shower,” she giggled.

~ * ~

(Y/n) knocked on the adjoining door. She didn’t wait for a response before letting herself through.

Shawn was leaning against the dresser, partly sitting on it, phone to his ear, wearing nothing but baggy, cotton pajama pants. His chest and feet were bare. By his side of the conversation, (y/n) grasped that they were talking about the plan for the days leading up to San Francisco.

He held his hand out to her in invitation. His legs fell open and she automatically moved into the V they made. He ended his call, set his cell aside, and placed his large hands on her hips.

“So, about what you said... Something about kissing me all night long?”

She moved even closer to him. One of her hands curled around the back of his neck, the other tangled in his still damp curls. The roughened pads of his thumbs caressed the bare, soft skin just above the waistband of her pajama shorts.

She kissed him, tenderly at first, and then with growing intensity. He gently bit her top lip, sucked it, her teeth tugged on his lower lip. His kiss was determined and sent her head spinning. She began to tremble as she clung to him.

Shawn’s lips slowed and softened; he eased away and breathed, “I’ve already waited so long; we can take our time.” He slid his hands further up (y/n)’s sides, under her shirt. “We don’t have to rush into anything. I can wait for you.” She felt his thumbs brush either side of her breasts.

She started trailing tiny kisses from his chin up along his jawline before touching the tip of her tongue to the lobe of his ear. “I don’t want to wait,” she purred.

“Oh, thank God,” he groaned before again pressing hungry lips to hers.

She responded without hesitation.

Her hands trailed down his chest and to his sides, her fingers playing over the ripples of his stomach. She brushed her knuckles against the start of his arousal and his breath hitched, cupped him through thin cotton.

He arched his pelvis against the heat of her palm and she heard a low, rumbling moan from the back of his throat. He tangled a hand in her hair, tugged gently. He bit down on the skin of her clavicle, sucked, soothed it with his tongue.

She pulled away from his mouth. “Shawn!” she scolded, playfully, chuckled, “You’re going to leave a mark!”

“Good. Show everyone you’re mine. Mark you everywhere. But this,” he smirked, kissing the already purpling bloom, “will be the only one people can see.”

“Fuck,” she sighed. His claim on her made a shiver trickle up her spine.

“If you insist,” he grinned, smugly.

Feeling bold and sexy, she hooked a fingertip in the waistband of his pajama bottoms and starting walking backward. He stood to his full height and followed.

(Y/n) felt the backs of her legs hit the mattress. With fluid movement, she slid her shorts down, stepped out of them, and pulled her camisole up and over her head. She stood before him in small lace panties, breasts bare, nipples tight.

The way he looked upon her made her blood thrum, her body flush. He licked his lips, bit softly on the fuller, lower one.

His hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts. He gently tugged at her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Instinctively, her hand slipped between her legs, at her core, and she rubbed herself through the damp lace. His nostrils flared when he caught the scent of her arousal. He whimpered, her name falling like a prayer from his lips.

“I wanna see you,” (y/n) purred.

Obeying, oh so eagerly, Shawn pushed his pants down, over his ass, off, his cock bouncing free, filling, curling up toward his stomach right before her eyes. He wrapped thumb and forefinger around the base, his other fingers pressed flush against his scrotum.

“Been thinking about me like this?” he hummed.

Yes. God, yes. Maybe one day she would tell him just how much. It was her turn to lick her lips and bite the lower one.

They fell together onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and with a crash of lips. When they separated to catch their breath, (y/n) reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.

“Nuh-uh, Sugar,” Shawn rasped. “Waited too long for this.” Voice rough with desire he sang softly, “I wanna love you with the lights on, keep you up all night long... Darling, I wanna see every inch of you, I get lost in the way you move...”

She might have giggled if her panties weren’t being drawn down over her hips, if calloused fingertips hadn’t begun to dance along soft, hot, electrified skin, lips and tongue following.

He took a dusky, peaked nipple into his mouth. Her back arched, hands grasping at the sheets at her sides, and moaned softly. He sucked her other nipple into his mouth, tasting, humming.

“Shawn,” she whined, moving a hand to tangle it in his dark curls, tugging him away from her breasts.

“Tell me what you want, Love.”

“I want you. I need you,” she pleaded.

“What was that?”

“Fuck me, Shawn.”

“Mm... Since you asked so sweetly,” he smirked, stroking his cock. He rolled on a condom and moved to rest between her legs.

She reached between them, taking him in her hand, and he shuddered. She wanted to feel the moment he slid into her. He let her guide him. Their eyes met and held, bodies drew together, foreheads touched. She groaned with deep satisfaction into his mouth as she adjusted to his girth and length.

He wheezed, stilled as he bottomed out. She was so tight around him that if he began to move in that moment it would be over too soon.

“You okay there, Mendes?” she purred and imperceptibly tightened her legs around his waist.

“Oh God.” That tiny shift was almost too much. “You feel so good. Too good,” he mumbled. “I need a minute.” His arms on either side of her, holding his weight above her, he buried his lips in the crook of her neck, centered on the scent of her skin as he salvaged control.

One hand again tangled in in his hair, the other stroked the skin of his upper back.

“Okayokay,” he mumbled, and he began to rock into her, slow... rhythmic... deep.

She gasped when the pebbled nubs of her breasts brushed against his taut nipples. Her whimpers and groans mingled with his rumbles and moans. She was torn between closing her eyes and wanting to watch his face as warmth and pleasure coursed through her.

He wanted her to climax before him. Wanted to watch her fall apart beneath him.

He knew she was nearly there when she began to ripple on the bed like a wave on the sea. The tide came all the way up; he was caught in the rush. And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire and he was falling fast, craving the feel of her so close to him, unsure where he ended and she began.

( FIN )

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