#despite the day not turning out as planned all your sweet messages still made it great <3

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 50)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Triggers, Smut

Over the next three months, Cillian and you attended family counselling together once a week to establish a parenting plan and some serious boundaries after Cillian had overstepped the line on numerous occasions, bursting into your home uninvited and without any reason whatsoever. You were determined to work on your past relationship and give Mara the best chance at a healthy family life.

"Communication is the key" was what the therapist drilled into both of you, time and time again and, much to your surprise, Cillian was making a real effort. He attended every counselling session despite his busy schedule, and you could see a change in him.

He was no longer the hurricane of emotions, but a man on a mission to heal and rebuild what he had lost.

In time, you even started to see some glimpses of your old relationship with him, moments where you would laugh and talk like you used to. It was comforting in a way, but at the same time, it made things even more complicated than they already were.

You couldn't deny that you still had feelings for Cillian, and it seemed like he still had feelings for you too. But you also couldn't deny that you had moved on in some ways.

Over time and with the help of the counsellor you found a rhythm whereby Cillian took care of Mara most days when you were attending university again. She also stayed with him two nights per week, giving you a break from motherhood.  

It was not an ideal situation considering the circumstances, but it worked for all parties involved and you managed to share a communication book so that you could avoid endless text messaging just as the therapist had recommended. 

During these months, you also continued to see Sean, casually, for a date or two. He had turned out to be an unexpectedly sweet and sensitive lover and the sex between the two of you improved too.

You even managed to reach complete satisfaction now and then, whenever you were able to take charge of the situation, as Sean's love-making was unfortunately, rather passive compared to Cillian's experienced touch which, deep down inside of you, you craved deeply.

Usurpingly, Cillian insisted on no contact between your newfound lover and Mara until you considered something more serious with him which, to you, seemed fair. The therapist concurred with Cillian in this regard, demanding the same from him if he was to start dating again, and you were simply grateful that, after all this time, Cillian, as Mara's father. accepted the fact that Sean was in your life now.

Occasionally, Cillian would call Sean your toyboy to get under your skin while, at the same time, reminding you how much you still meant to him without being too pushy. 

He still couldn't stand the thought of you sleeping with someone else and it was clear to you that he missed you terribly and was struggling to deal with the fact that you had moved on.

This was an issue that came up during therapy now and then where the counsellor reminded him of your boundaries, but overall, Cillian's interference in your life was minimal. 

So, in the grand scheme of things, you were able to focus on your new relationship with Sean while also trying to establish some level of peace with Cillian for the sake of Mara which was, at least, until you both got caught up in a situation neither of you could foresee and this was Siobhan's wedding. 

Due to the close connection you had shared with her for almost a year now, Cillian's sister Siobhan invited you to her upcoming wedding in Cork where she would marry one of Cillian's friends. 

The two of them had been dating for almost 18 months now and their decision to get hitched caught everyone by surprise.  Siobhan, being Cillian's younger sister was like a second sister to you and she had been your confidant more times than not during the early days of your breakup with Cillian.

Now, she was inviting you to her wedding at the idyllic Bay View Hotel, nestled along the coastline overlooking the ocean. It was a beautiful setting, but it was also making you somewhat anxious due to the fact that Cillian would be there as well, which Sean wasn't too happy about either.

"I don't know, Y/N. Being surrounded by Cillian and his entire family can't be a good thing," he confided in you as you told him about the invitation and the fact that you would not be taking him as a plus one simply to defuse any potential conflict with your ex.

"Cillian's family has been great, Sean. I have to go. Siobhan is a friend of mine and I couldn't have gotten through the breakup and counselling without her," you explained, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Despite, it's my decision and we aren't even dating, so there's nothing for you to worry about."

Sean looked at you, his eyes full of uncertainty. "I know, I just don't like it though," he stammered and you immediately rolled your eyes. 

"Please tell me that this isn't jealousy Sean, because we agreed to be friends with benefits, and nothing more," you replied sternly. "I don't want a relationship right now and you told me that neither do you," you added, trying to make him see reason.

Sean hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground as he fiddled with his hands. "I know, and I'm not asking for one," he said, looking back up at you with a sincere expression. "I'm just concerned that he will ruin what we have built so far." 

You couldn't help but roll your eyes again. "Cillian and I are over Sean. We have been trying to remain cordial for Mara's sake, but our relationship is purely platonic now," you assured Sean, knowing that both of you were still in limbo and trying to figure out where your relationship was going.

You weren't ready to commit to Sean, and neither was he, refusing to introduce to his friends because of your complicated past with a man who was in the public eye. 

It upset you greatly that he never introduced you to his friends and you knew that he was embarrassed about being with someone like you, someone who had a child at a young age with someone famous. 

But what upset you even more was the fact that he brought Cillian up continuously, asking you how you were able to fall for him, a man so much older than you. 

He would ask you why you were still hung up on Cillian, why you couldn't move on from the past when it was clear that things between you and Cillian had come to an end.

You tried your best to explain it to him, telling him it was because you had a child together and went through a lot with Cillian, but Sean never seemed to fully understand. You knew that he was insecure about the situation and you couldn't blame him for that, but it still hurt that he couldn't see things from your perspective.

You didn't want to be stuck in the past, but you also couldn't forget about it either so, in the end, you became rather excited about Siobhan's wedding, which was a small gathering of only fifty or so people. 

A week later, you went dress shopping with Siobhan and two of her friends who, just like her, were in their early forties.  They turned out to be fabulous women with sharp wit and sarcasm that matched your own. You laughed and joked together while trying on various dresses in a quaint store on Grafton Street, which is when one of the women brought up a more sensitive topic again.

"So, I hope you don't mind me asking Siobhan, but is your brother Cillian going to bring a plus one to your wedding?" she inquired innocently, looking at her friend thoughtfully, while not realizing that you were Cillian's ex-girlfriend and the mother of his child. 

Siobhan shot her friend a look before turning to you. "I'm sorry, Y/N, she doesn't know," she said apologetically before explaining to her friend that you are, in fact, Cillian's ex-girlfriend. 

"Oh shit," she gasped, looking guilty before apologizing again. "I didn't realize that! I'm so sorry for bringing that up then."

"It's alright," you laughed, brushing off the comment. "We are on reasonably good terms," you told the friend  , hoping that you sounded convincing.

"So, you wouldn't mind if I made a move then?" the woman then asked, causing you to chuckle.

"Not at all, go ahead," you replied, smiling awkwardly just as the friend looked back at Siobhan who rolled her eyes again. 

"Geez, what is it with all you women taking an interest in my brother?" Siobhan complained, causing you and the friend to chuckle again. 

"He is a good-looking man Siobhan," the friend continued, causing Siobhan to want to throw up while you took another big sip from your glass of champagne to ease the discomfort in the pit of your stomach. 

"Well, if it's any help to you, I can confirm that he will be attending the wedding solo, as the best man of the groom. He is still single after the beautiful Y/N here broke up with him and, from what I have heard, he has no interest in dating anyone right now, whether casually or otherwise, so good luck to you," Siobhan informed her friend before sipping her own glass of champagne, relieved that the awkward topic was behind them.

"That's a shame," the woman said, pouting her lip pensively. "You broke his heart, sweetie," she then teased you, genuinely trying to be funny, but causing you to relive  some of the pain you went through when you broke up with Cillian.

"I suppose I did," you agreed, trying to keep it as lighthearted as possible, but finding it difficult.

You knew that breaking up with Cillian was the right decision for both of you, but it still hurt as you missed his company every day. 

"But hey, that's life, right?" you continued, trying to brush it off and everyone agreed to change the topic.  You and Siobhan walked around the store, trying on various dresses for the wedding, with the woman and her friend tagging along.

You were the most comfortable in a stunning emerald, green dress that hugged your curves perfectly, but it was way out of your price range.

You took a deep breath as you turned away from the mirror, hunched over with disappointment.

"It looks absolutely amazing on you," she told you , standing so close behind that you could almost feel her excitement.

"It's stunning," she admired the dress again, unable to take her eyes off it, but deep down, knowing that you couldn't justify the price.

"I know, I absolutely love it," you sighed. "But I just can't afford it, which is fine. I have other priorities," you said, turning to face her with a frown on your face.

"My brother is giving you money, isn't he?"  Siobhan asked knowingly, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, and I told him many times that I don't want his money, so I have been putting it all straight into Mara's bank account," you admitted  , knowing that Cillian has been trying to assist financially, knowing how hard it is to provide for a child on your own.

"But that was not the agreement you had put in place, and I know that because I wrote up the agreement between you and my brother well before Mara was born," Siobhan reminded you, squeezing your hand lightly as she stood beside you. Siobhan had always been the voice of reason in your life, and you were grateful for that.

"He is giving you money until you graduate and find employment in a law firm. That money is not child support. It is money for you and Mara to share, so you can afford that dress Y/N," Siobhan continued, looking at you with gentle knowing eyes.

"I know, but it doesn't feel right," you told her honestly, feeling a pang of guilt and remorse. "So, I will just think about it, okay?" 

you finally told Siobhan, trying to appease her without making any promises.

You had always been proud of your independence and self-sufficiency, and the thought of taking money from Cillian felt like a step backwards.

But Siobhan was right, the agreement had been made and Cillian was determined to fulfill his obligations towards you and Mara.

You had to admit, the money would come in handy, especially now that you were back in university and had student loans to pay but that all was for another day.

For now, you wanted to just enjoy your time with Siobhan, whose wedding day was fast approaching. 

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[samsrowena]

thanks again for the birthday wishes today!!!! i am overwhelmed with love for you all <3333

#despite the day not turning out as planned all your sweet messages still made it great <3 #and to everyone that has been helping (even just boosting) re: my dono post thank YOU so so so much we are eternally grateful #i am so very lucky to have you guys i did not expect to meet so many lovely people when i decided to finally rewatch/finish spn last year #i love you all SO MUCH 💜💜💜 #a.txt

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HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.

love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.

( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )

━━ part seven.

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yourusername had to take these pictures myself bc apparently angles are “too hard”

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landonorris maybe you should’ve just asked me 🙄

↳ yourusername as much as i love your results you turn what should be a quick 5 mins into a 20 min photoshoot

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user HOW MANY LETTERS IN SARGEANT???

user literally who needs boys when girls like y/n exist

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logansargeant i know about angles

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user OSCAR??? HAS OUR HUSBAND RETURNED FROM THE WAR???

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user OP81 IS BACK IN THESE COMMENTS WAR IS OVER

With Oscar by your side, time passes quickly. You don’t bring up that the first night you shared a bed, you’d woken up in the morning with his arm wrapped around your waist and his breath tickling the back of your neck, and you certainly don’t mention that he’d practically whined in his sleep when you’d slipped out of his grasp. It doesn’t happen again, but there’s a part of you hoping that it does.

The days blend together into a haze of happiness, laughter, and exploring the beauty of Monaco. Lando shows you the best spots— a garden just off the Monte Carlo marina, a famous nightclub that takes your breath away, and a small cafe at the edge of the city that overlooks it all.

Things are good, great even, but you can’t help but feel like there’s still some distance between you and Oscar despite his reassurance that everything is fine.

When New Year’s Eve— and subsequently your birthday— arrives, you’re awoken to a flurry of texts. Your parents have both sent sweet messages wishing you the best, Sophia has left a voice message with sounds of traffic in the background telling you she’s planning to get wasted and if you do too then you can just pretend you’re wasted together, and Dalton has made a group chat with you and Logan and has spammed you both with pictures of yourselves from across the years.

Oscar’s already gone, and his side of the bed is cold, so you take your time responding to them all and then shoot off a message of your own to Logan before getting up. It’s your first time not celebrating with your brother, and it feels strange knowing that you won’t get to see him today, but you’re excited nonetheless for the plans Lando and the other drivers in Monaco have organized for New Year’s Eve.

The day passes by lazily. Lando and Oscar both greet you with birthday wishes when you make your way down to the living room and then they present to you a feast for breakfast, which you realize is the reason Oscar was awake so much earlier than you. It’s the best breakfast you’ve ever had, mostly because they make fools of themselves retelling how many times they had to scrap the failed waffles until they got it right. You spend lunch at a place close by, joined by Alex and Lily who have flown in for the New Year, and then the rest of the afternoon you wait around at Lando’s place passing the time watching the boys play games on the TV and helping either of them cheat when asked.

You’re happy.

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logansargeant people say twins are like built-in best friends, and if that’s the case then i’m glad i got you as mine. i can’t imagine having anyone else stick by my side throughout all the crazy and wild shit we’ve been through in our lives. it feels like just yesterday we were 13 and acting as each other's lifelines in a place we barely knew, and now we’re 23 and somehow doing the same thing. you’re my best friend forever.

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user i can’t stop thinking about the fact that each other was all they had when logan pursued racing in europe and now logan’s made it to f1 and they’re still all they have 😭

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williamsracing Happiest of birthdays to Y/N! We look forward to seeing you out on the paddock more in 2024, and can’t wait to see what the new year has in store for you! 💙

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yourusername 23 + 23 = 46. 4 + 6 = 10. 10 - 2 = 8 and that’s what we’ve done for the last 23 years 😎 but real talk, i’m genuinely so honored to get to be your sister, and to share so much with you. when you win i share that joy, and when you lose i share that grief, and even though we’re an ocean away, i’m with you today and always for the rest of our lives. you’re my best friend, and even if i don’t have anything or anyone else, i know i have you and that makes me the luckiest girl in the world ❤️.

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user my mental health is dependent on the friendship between y/n and logan and it is STRUGGLING today lads

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Lando finds you as you’re getting ready, putting the final touches on your makeup. He enters when you tell him to, and then leans against the bathroom counter for a moment just staring at you before you quirk an eyebrow at him.

“How are things going between you and Oscar?”

You lower the mascara wand and shrug, “I mean, it’s good.”

“But?” He prompts.

“But I feel like he’s still… being weird?” You slip the wand back into the mascara tube and then tuck it back into your bag. “I don’t know. Maybe we were a bit too realistic with the whole ‘making him jealous’ thing, and now he believes you’ve stuck your claim and he’s distancing himself because he doesn’t want to step on your toes or something.”

Lando snorts, “As if. I made him share a room with you, how does that in any way imply that I’m trying to stake my claim on you?”

You run a hand through your hair because you can’t run it down your face without ruining your freshly done makeup, and heave a sigh. “Then maybe he just isn’t actually interested in me at all, and I was right about him wanting to pretend the kiss never happened.”

He hums, then nods once, twice, a third time, and finally leaves the bathroom without another word.

When you finally follow him down, a number of people have already arrived— Alex and Lily are among them, and you greet them again with smiles and hugs. You’re introduced to Max Fewtrell, one of Lando’s close friends, and then you’re dragged away by Lily to hang out in the corner of the living room as the house begins to fill with current and former drivers alike.

“It’s a sausage fest,” she jokes, and you laugh beside her.

You both make conversation for a while, catching up on her and Alex’s holiday spent in California with her family and then talking about your own in Florida with yours. She asks how Logan’s doing, and you tell her that he’s well, but he’s really motivated and wants the chance to prove himself in the 2024 season already.

“I think the online discourse about whether or not he deserved a seat got to him a bit,” you admit. “But I know he can show them that there’s a reason he was chosen.”

Lily nods. “Me and Alex have faith in him too. It was his rookie year and he was in a Williams of all things. Like you said, there was a reason he was chosen, he just needs the opportunity to show the world that.”

You jump from topic to topic for a little while longer, until you excuse yourself to go find where Lando and Oscar have run off to. The guests have all arrived from the looks of it, and while a number of them all know each other already and have split off into groups to stay entertained, you’re not sure exactly how you’re meant to handle things on your own when it isn’t even your house—

“I mean, it’s fine, yeah? It’s just awkward with her, I guess.” You pause. The door to you and Oscar’s shared room is ajar and Oscar’s voice is just barely audible over the sound of music and chatter filtering up from downstairs.

“Why d’you say that? It’s just Y/N.” Lando’s voice follows.

You press yourself up against the wall, heart pounding in your chest at the sound of your name. You can’t see anything, and that almost makes it worse— imagining what their faces look like as they talk about you.

“Just that it’s weird sleeping next to her, and I feel like I’m always having to walk on glass around her. I’m trying to make things normal again, but I don’t think I can. I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep being friends with her. How can I look her in the face, knowing what happened?”

You can physically feel the dread settle into your stomach. Your heart clenches painfully in your chest and it’s like your blood has turned to ice in your veins. Your face feels warm, but the rest of your body feels cold, and suddenly it’s as though your ribcage has become too small for your lungs.

As quietly as you can, you scurry away from the door, across the distance of the hallway, and then down the stairs. Instead of turning into the living room where everyone else has gathered, their laughter and conversations a jumbled bubble of noise that makes your chest feel even tighter, you leave through the front door just as you feel tears begin to fall.

It’s worrying how frequently this has become an occurrence for you— crying because of Oscar.

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━━ a/n: ahhhh i'm sorry i cannot let them be happy!! also, wrote this really fast and struggled a bit because i genuinely couldn't decide if it was just too fast paced or not, so i apologize if it seems rushed or if there are any mistakes editing wise that i missed!

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[eomayas]

make it up to you • dks

pairing: sugardaddy!kyungsoo x sugarbaby!reader

synopsis: reader has an attitude because of her sugar daddy, and he decides to make it up to her.

genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

warnings: pwp, mild brat taming??, praise, oral (f receiving), kyungsoo is sweet but mean but sweet, reader is in her feelings, mild angst ??

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all you feel is irritation when you see his name pop up on your phone. answer your phone, the text reads, to which you roll your eyes and clear the message from your screen. your phone starts ringing again, and you send it to voicemail like you did with the others. he’s definitely pissed, but you don’t care because the feeling is mutual.

you decide to put your phone on DND, just in case he calls or texts you again. you probably shouldn’t be acting this way, given the fact that he funds your lifestyle, but in your eyes, he deserves it. he hasn’t spent any time with you lately, and cancelled two of the dates you’d had planned, at the very last minute. he doesn’t always answer when you call, but expects you to pick up before the phone even rings. well that isn’t happening today.

a knock at your front door causes your yorkie, coco, who was perched peacefully on your ottoman, to jump off and start barking. ironically, kyungsoo bought you this dog to keep you company when he couldn’t, and she proved to be a much better companion than him these days.

you frown at the unexpected visitor, and pick coco up off of the floor. she yaps again and you shush her, peeking through the peep hole. you roll your eyes at the sight of him behind the door and turn around. if he thought he was going to pop up unannounced and you’d let him in, he would have to think again.

you retake your seat on the couch, coco in your lap, and turn the TV up a few notches. another knock comes a few seconds later, making coco bark again. “hush, girl,” you say to the tiny dog, petting her between her ears.

another knock sounds, and coco springs off of your lap and towards the door, yapping incessantly. you groan and get up, knowing that she won’t stop until he does. as you approach the door, you hear him say, “come on, y/n, open up.” he sounds slight agitated, which annoys you, because if anybody has the right to be mad, it’s you.

picking coco up off of the floor and talking her down, you peek through the peephole once again to just get another glimpse of him. from what you could see, he was still dressed in his work attire, which brings you a mild sense of happiness, knowing that he most likely came straight here after he got off.

you reach for the door, and you can’t ignore the way your heartbeat gets faster when you touch the handle. it’s easy talking shit to kyungsoo over the phone—but now he’s actually here and the consequences that are about to come with it are going to be hell.

pulling the door open, you wedge yourself into the gap so he can’t immediately walk in. no, he was going to work for it at least. “hello,” kyungsoo says, his eyes boring into yours. coco yaps in excitement at seeing her dad and squirms to jump out. “at least somebody is happy to see me.” he says, reaching out to grab the dog. and maybe it’s petty, but you pull away so he can’t grab her.

kyungsoo looks at you, mild traces of shock on his face at your attitude. he knew you’d be like this, could feel it brewing the moment he had to cancel the first date this week. he didn’t intentionally mean to upset you—it really was just work—and felt bad about it, actually, despite what you may think.

“what do you want?” you ask, holding coco close to you. you keep your eyes on kyungsoo, but it’s getting harder. he’s not the biggest man, but he take up a lot of space, and the way his eyes haven’t left yours since you opened the door has made you more nervous than you intended to be. but if you look away now, he’ll call you bluff and that is not something you’re willing to let happen.

“not even ‘hi’? just ‘what do you want’?” he asks, his eyes widening. you just shrug, and he scoffs. kyungsoo lightly shakes his head at you and says, “wow. can i at least come into the house that i pay for?” and he knows it was asshole-ish to throw that last part in there, but he wasn’t going to argue with you in the hallway of your apartment building.

you bite the inside of your cheek and sigh, moving out of the way because you can’t argue with what he said. he walks into your house and closes the door behind him, while you quickly make you way to the couch. coco jumps off your lap the first chance she gets and runs over to kyungsoo, jumping at his shins. traitor, you think to yourself as he picks her up and carries her over to the chair that is across from the couch. kyungsoo coos at coco, petting her and letting her bite his hand because her teeth don’t even hurt.

you pout silently, your eyes trained on the TV, even though you’re not really watching. you want kyungsoos attention despite all of the things you said, or didn’t say, for that matter. you want him to be making it up to you, to be trying to win your affection back. but he’s giving it all to a dog he barely sees, doesn’t feed, and doesn’t walk.

you huff and kick off your slippers to bring your legs up onto the couch. kyungsoo looks over at you and let’s his eyes trail over your frame. he can never stay mad at you for too long, is never really mad, anyway. he just likes to play the game sometimes, except he is pretty annoyed with you right now. “y/n,” he calls, leaning back in his chair.

“what?”

“i’ve got something for you,” he says, feeling the box in his jacket pocket.

“hmm,” is all you say, but you’re intrigued. he was a good gift giver and always knew what you liked. whenever he went overseas, he always came back with a new purse or shoes for you.

“you don’t want to see it?” he asks.

you shrug and readjust your position on the couch. kyungsoo watches you for a moment before getting up. you force yourself to keep your eyes glued to the TV screen as he walks over to cocos dog bed. it’s only when his back is to you that you allow yourself to look, holding back a sigh and biting your lip.

kyungsoo sets coco down and tells her to stay, and she obliges, laying down and gnawing on a toy. he stands up and turns around, making his way over to you on the couch. you instinctively bring your knees closer to your chest. kyungsoo takes a seat on the cushion next to you, leaving about two cocos-width of room between the two of you. watching you for a moment, kyungsoo wets his lips, waiting for you to engage with him first.

when you don’t, he runs a hand through his hair and reaches over to put a large hand on your leg. you can’t help but look down, wanting nothing more than to hold this hand and guide these fingers into your mouth. but instead of doing that, you ignore him again and go back to the tv.

kyungsoo clenches his jaw and removes his hand, putting his elbows on his knees and hanging his head. “i’m getting tired of this attitude,” he says.

“i have one because of you,” you snap. he lifts his head to find you glaring at him. he wants to smile, because even when you’re pissed, you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen. even cuter than coco. “i didn’t even ask you to come over.”

“i don’t care; i wanted to see you,” he says. all you do is roll your eyes and mumble whatever. but on the inside, you burn for him.

instead of waiting for a response that he knows he won’t get, he grabs your ankle and pulls you towards him. you don’t put up much of a fight, only when he practically has you in his lap. “got tired of you others bitches? is that why you came over?” you ask, perching on one of his thighs.

“yes. you’re the only one who gives me problems, keeps it interesting,” he says, a smirk on his face. you scoff and try to get off of him, but he pulls you back onto him, so you’re now straddling him, and holds you in place.

he was only joking with his last comment. he doesn’t have any other girls, you’re enough for him. and even if he did, you’d probably still be his favorite. probably. “you know i was kidding, right?” you fold your arms over you chest and glare down at him.

“you’re annoying,” you say. your eyes trail down his neck, stopping at the the exposed part of his skin where a few buttons are undone. you let them wander down to his chest, where it looks like the material starts to strain a bit. his hands rest on your hips and his eyes stray trained of your face. he typically doesn’t like to be ogled, or the center of attention, but he will allow it with you. “where’s my gift?” you ask, putting more of your weight on him.

kyungsoo let’s out a short laugh. “you think you deserve it? after how you’ve acted?” he asks, his voice getting more serious.

“yes! i’m only this way because you make me this way!” you sound childish and you know it, and you both want things that you know you’re going to have to work for right now. “and you haven’t even said sorry.” kyungsoo opens his mouth to retort, but closes it when he realizes you’re right.

“let me make it up to you,” he reasons. you just stare at him with a blank look on your face, arms still crossed in front of your chest. kyungsoo uncrosses them and you let them fall at your sides limply, doing everything but putting them on him. he notices and intertwines your fingers, and you don’t pull away. he tugs you closer to him and puts his lips on yours, but you don’t kiss him back. when he tries again and fails, he pulls back and gives you a look.

“you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

this ignites something in kyungsoo. he puts his hands underneath your ass and lifts both of you off of the couch. you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to your bedroom, slamming the door behind him to keep coco out.

he practically throws you onto the bed and is on top of you in seconds, kissing your jaw and nipping at your neck. you try to act uninterested, but your irritation with his suit jacket gives it away. he lifts up and helps you push it off of his shoulders and onto the floor. that jacket probably costs more than your rent.

your gift clatters to the floor and he quickly retrieves it, holding it in front of you. you reach for it, and he pulls it back. “only if you kiss me,” he says. at that, you lean up and pull his lips down to yours, teeth clashing together. kyungsoo laughs lightly and pulls away, but not before giving you one more quick peck. he grabs your ankle and opens the box, pulling out the diamond anklet and latching it around your leg. it shines when the light from outside hits it, and you smile.

within seconds, he back on top of you. with his coat off, you’re able to grip onto his shoulders and back better, and for a moment you get lost in the broadness of his shoulder. you hadn’t seen him in awhile, but you swear they’ve never seemed this broad before. he must be working out, you think.

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when he tugs on your tight crop top. “take it off,” he says, resting his hands on the outside of your thighs. you quickly pull your top off, tossing it to the side before he goes back to attacking your skin with kisses. he gropes one of your breasts and his other hand rubs you over the thing material of your leggings. you sigh into his mouth, and he moves down to kiss you chest.

you pant as he continues to rub you through your pants, and whimper when he unhooks your bra and starts sucking on your breast. “kyungsoo, please,” you whimper, one of you hands in his short hair. kyungsoo looks up at you, your breast still in his mouth. he releases it and licks your nipple before asking, “what do you want, baby?”

you don’t hold back, determined to get everything you want tonight, and then some. “you. your tongue, your mouth,” he smirks at you and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your leggings to pull them down. once they get to you knees, you lift yourself up and finish pulling them down so they don’t snag on the anklet.

kyungsoo presses a kiss to the inside of your ankle, trailing up to the inside of your knee and to you inner thighs. the anticipation of him moving your underwear out of the way and devouring you is too much, and every move he makes causes you to whimper. “you’re needy tonight,” he comments, placing a kiss on your clothed cunt. you squirm and he kisses it again and then pushes your legs open, his palms resting on the inside of your thighs. “my needy, needy baby. are you still mad at me?” he asks, his mouth right in front of where you need him most.

“kyungsoo!” you whine, trying to close your thighs around his head.

“am i still irritating?” he asks, kissing your hip bone, his eyes trained on your face.

yes. “no! i’ll be good, soo. i promise,” you whine, dragging your foot up his back. at your promise, he smiles and it’s like a flip is switched because your underwear is pushed to the side and he’s eating you like hes starved.

you moan every time he sucks on you clit (which is a lot), and claw at the sheets. you back arches off the bed when he adds his fingers into the mix. “f-fuck, soo! fuck!” you cry, your toes curling against his back. his free arm is draped across your stomach to hold you in place as you writhe beneath him.

“come on, pretty. i know you’re close,” he says, the vibrations of his voice against your cunt making you shiver. the sounds he’s making while eating you, the squelching and the slurping, drive you mad.

“fuck-“ you cut yourself off with a lewd moan of his name, your juices gushing all over his face and the sheets. he licks up every last drop, still sucking and licking at you and you hold his head down there.

“that’s right, baby. always so fucking good to me,” he says the last part mostly to himself. even when you pissed him off, had terrible moods or attitudes, you were always good to him. good for him too, though you definitely give him premature gray hairs.

kyungsoo licks you clean and then finally pulls away, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices. your chest heaves up and down and you let out light pants. he kisses your belly once and then leans down to kiss you. you don’t mind that he’s covered in your release and that you now are too.

he pulls back to lick his fingers, but pauses in the air when you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. “show me what that mouth can do, baby,” kyungsoo says and places his index and middle finger on your tongue. you wrap you lips around his fingers, keeping you eyes on him the whole time. you take him all the way down to his knuckles and come back up, as if you were blowing him rather than sucking on his fingers. “fuck,” he mumbles, his pants growing tighter by the second. spit drips down your chin and he lets out a a breath.

with his free hand he palms himself through his slacks, rubbing his hand back and forth. when you catch him doing this, you whine and pull his fingers out of your mouth. “mine,” you say, sitting up and throwing yourself onto him, changing positions so now you are sitting on top of him, naked and definitely ruining his pants.

“let me make it up to you.”

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[everyones-fangirl]

Delectable Little Pet

Warnings: 18+ This will be about after ascension Astarion so expect some extreme dark romance and future triggers. Stalking. Being super forward/not taking no for an answer. CNC. Edging. Forced Orgasms.

Word Count: 3,387

Chapter 7

Astarion

I had been gone much longer than I had anticipated. My adventure had hit every possible bump in the road, testing my patience and resolve at every turn. The battle had been fierce, each moment a struggle for survival. There were times when I doubted whether I would make it out alive. But in the end, I emerged victorious, ascending to a new level of power that I had long desired. The ritual had been brutal, demanding sacrifices that I had been all too willing to make. It rid me of anyone who might have posed a threat, clearing the path for my ascent to power. Yet, despite my newfound status, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within me. The group I had traveled with had cut me off, their loyalty waning as they realized the extent of my ambitions. But I cared little for their opinions. I had bigger plans in mind. As I returned to the city, my thoughts turned to her once again. Cassara, my sweet pet, had been on my mind for days. I watched her from afar, careful not to draw attention to myself. But why did she hold such power over me? I wrestled with the conflicting emotions that churned within me. Was it simply a desire to maintain control, to ensure that no one held power over me? Or was there something more?

I scoffed at the thought, dismissing any notion of sentimentality. I had latched onto her because I wanted to be the one to break her, to bend her to my will. Yet, deep down, a part of me couldn't deny the growing fondness that I felt. It was a dangerous sentiment, one that threatened to unravel the carefully constructed walls around my heart. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. Cassara was still my prey, and I would stop at nothing to claim her as my own. Watching her from the shadows, I observed the way she moved through her day, a haunted look often clouding her pretty eyes. It was clear she hadn’t forgotten our last encounter, the memory of it etched into her every movement. The festival had been a curious distraction for her, a fleeting moment of joy that I had allowed her to have. But now, it was time to remind her who she belonged to. When I saw her dancing with that insufferable wood elf, Daeron, I felt a flicker of something I hadn't experienced in a long time: jealousy. Watching them together, his hands on her, her laughter ringing out—it was enough to ignite a dark fire within me. Daeron was nothing more than a temporary distraction, a mere plaything compared to what I could offer her. But seeing them together, so close, so intimate, it was infuriating.

My ascension had changed me, made me more powerful, more dangerous. I felt the city’s pulse under my skin, its heartbeat synchronized with mine. And yet, amidst all this newfound power, I found myself drawn back to Cassara, like a moth to a flame. There was something intoxicating about her defiance, her resistance. It made the thought of breaking her all the more thrilling. The night I returned, I decided to send her a little gift, a token of my affection. I watched her from a distance as she approached her room, her steps hesitant, her senses on high alert. When she found the box on her bed, her reaction was everything I had hoped for. The terror in her eyes, the way she recoiled in horror, it was delicious. She opened the note with trembling hands, and I could almost feel the chill that ran down her spine as she read my message.

“Did you miss me, darling? Consider this a reminder of our unfinished business. Don’t think for a moment you can escape me. Your body, your soul, they will be mine.”

Her fear was palpable, and it thrilled me to the core. She was mine, whether she wanted to be or not. With my newfound powers, I could ensure that she would never escape me. Cassara was a challenge, a beautiful, defiant challenge, and I was determined to break her completely. I could almost taste the victory, feel the moment when she would finally surrender to me, body and soul. After that night, her guard was back up, and she sensed me lurking closer once more. It amused me to see her on edge, her every step shadowed by the knowledge that I was watching. She was like a skittish doe, aware of the predator in the dark but unable to flee far enough to feel safe.

While I observed her from the shadows, I was also building a new empire—one that would make Cazador’s ambitions look like child’s play. I only recruited the best, those with exceptional skills and an unwavering loyalty enforced by my will. They worked for me, unable to refuse even if they wanted to, their lives bound to my command. Using this power, I began to weave myself into the city's politics, manipulating events to my advantage. I gained influence and sway, ensuring my place in the higher echelons of society. My past companions, still reeling from our last encounter, had inadvertently cleared the path for me. An upcoming political position was opening up, thanks to some strategic eliminations, and I intended to claim it.

Cassara’s life was about to become even more entwined with mine. She would see me not just as a shadow in the night but as a force in the city, inescapable and omnipotent. Each move I made in the political arena was calculated to bring her closer to me, to tighten the web around her. I relished the thought of her watching my rise to power, knowing that every step I took was a step closer to reclaiming her. Her fear, her defiance, only made the game more exhilarating. I was building a legacy, a dominion where I ruled supreme, and she would be the crown jewel of my conquest.

Every encounter, every strategic maneuver, was a part of the intricate dance leading to her ultimate surrender. Cassara would be mine, not just in the shadows but under the glaring lights of my new world. The city would tremble at my name, and she would be by my side, a testament to my power and my dominance. The anticipation was intoxicating, the thrill of the hunt more potent than ever. The game was far from over, and I was just getting started.

I made the plan to show myself to her once more, not exactly sure what I was even going to do. She didn’t listen to me when I threatened her last; in fact, she went as far as to fuck someone else entirely. The audacity. It was a blatant challenge to my dominance, a slap in the face that stoked the fires of my rage and desire. I needed to do something that she’d be able to do nothing but remember. Something so profound and unforgettable that it would haunt her dreams and waking thoughts. Clearly, I needed to up my game, and that was the only thing on my mind while I floated from meeting to meeting, unable to focus on anything else. All the things I could do to her ran through my head, each thought more depraved and consuming than the last. Desire pooled deep within me, my cock twitching in its confines, reminding me of the need that only she could fulfill.

Images of her surrender flashed before my eyes—her body writhing under mine, her moans of pleasure mingled with cries of defiance. I envisioned her breaking piece by piece until she was nothing but a trembling, obedient mess. The thought alone was enough to drive me to the brink. I needed to get out of here, to feel the night air on my skin and the thrill of the hunt coursing through my veins. Every moment spent in these tedious meetings was another moment of frustration, another delay in claiming what was rightfully mine. The city's politics, the games of power and influence, all seemed trivial compared to the intoxicating game I played with Cassara.

My mind was consumed with thoughts of her—her defiance, her resistance, and ultimately, her inevitable submission. I would make sure she understood who held the power, who controlled her every breath and heartbeat. She would remember me, not just as a shadow in the dark, but as an indelible mark on her very soul. Tonight, I would find her. And this time, there would be no escape, no defiance left in her. She would be mine, completely and utterly, and the memory of what I would do to her would be etched into her very being. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but the reward would be worth every second of restraint.

I waited once more for her to be asleep, knowing she’d cause too much of a scene if I were to simply approach. And we couldn’t have that. My feet were silent as I approached her sleeping form, the sight of her in the moonlight just as breathtaking as before. The soft glow of the moon cast an ethereal light on her features, highlighting the delicate curve of her lips and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, and yet I knew the fire that burned within her. A predatory smile spread across my face as I cocked a brow, my eyes raking down her body. The thin blanket did little to conceal her form, and my mind raced with the possibilities of what was to come. With a mere thought, chains appeared around her wrists and ankles, glistening in the moonlight. These chains were not physical, but conjured from my newfound magic, bound to my will and ready to do my bidding.

The chains snaked around her limbs, tightening just enough to hold her in place without waking her. I took a moment to admire my handiwork, the way the moonlight glinted off the metal, casting intricate shadows across her skin. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a tantalizing mix of power and desire thrumming through my veins.

I moved closer, my breath ghosting over her ear as I whispered, "Wake up, my sweet." The sound was soft, almost tender, but laced with the promise of what was to come.

Her eyelids fluttered open, confusion giving way to fear as she took in her surroundings. She tried to move, to fight against the chains, but they held firm. "What the—" she began, but her voice caught in her throat as she met my gaze.

"Did you really think you could escape me?" I asked, my voice a low, seductive murmur. "You should know better by now, Cassara."

She struggled against the chains, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and terror. "Let me go, you bastard!" she spat, her voice trembling.

I chuckled, the sound dark and rich. "Oh, Cassara, you’re in no position to make demands." I let my fingers trail down her arm, watching the way her skin shivered under my touch. "These chains are a reminder of who holds the power here. You belong to me, and it's time you accepted that."

She tugged at the chains again, a futile effort that only served to amuse me. Her defiance was intoxicating, a tantalizing challenge that I was more than eager to meet. "I won't give in to you," she hissed, her voice full of determination.

"Is that so?" I asked, my tone mocking. "We'll see about that."

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "Tonight, you will learn what it means to be mine. You will beg for mercy, and I will relish every moment of your submission."

I watched as the fear in her eyes deepened, mingling with a spark of defiance. The game was on, and I was more than ready to play. With a flick of my wrist, the chains tightened, pulling her arms above her head and spreading her legs apart. She gasped, the sound a mix of surprise and fear.

"Now, let's see just how strong your resolve really is," I said, my voice a dark promise. The night was still young, and there was much to be done. I would break her, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but her surrender. And when that moment came, it would be all the sweeter for the struggle that preceded it.

With a flick of my hand, her clothes disappeared from her body, leaving her fully exposed to me. My smile widened as I finally had the chance to explore her without hindrance, to take in every inch of her without her trying to hide. Her body had grown tan over the summer weeks, freckles expanding across her chest and shoulders. Her breasts were a perfect curve added to her body, light pink nipples stiffening in the cool air. Her thighs and ass were what caught my attention the most—thick and supple, practically begging to be touched. My mouth watered at the sight, and I found myself torn between sinking my teeth into her flesh or making her wrap her thighs around my head to suffocate me. Her body was the textbook definition of a thick hourglass figure.

"You disobeyed me, pup," I said, my voice a low, threatening growl as my hands ghosted over her nipples, eliciting a shiver from her. "You know what I am now, don't you? What I'm capable of? If you want me to stop, just say so, but we both know you missed me." Her silence was all the answer I needed. I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her ear. "Then you go and fuck that guy right in front of me? Did you just want my attention, pet?"

I shook my head in feigned disappointment, my fingers trailing down her body with a deliberate slowness that made her shiver. "So, my dear, if it’s orgasms you want, it is what you shall have." My evil smile widened as I began to slowly tease her body with my hands. I planned to make her come so many times tonight that she’d be utterly exhausted, her mind and body unable to think of anything but me.

My hands roamed her curves, fingers tracing the outline of her waist before moving to cup her breasts, thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples. She gasped, a mix of fear and desire painting her features. I leaned in, my lips capturing one of her nipples, sucking and biting gently, savoring her taste. Her body responded to my touch, arching towards me, silently begging for more. I moved lower, my tongue leaving a wet trail down her stomach, circling her navel before reaching the apex of her thighs. Her scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and fear. I spread her legs wider, my eyes drinking in the sight of her wetness glistening in the moonlight.

"You've been thinking about me, haven't you?" I murmured, my breath hot against her most sensitive spot. "Touching yourself and pretending it was me?" Her silence was broken by a soft whimper, her hips lifting towards me in a silent plea. I chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Tonight, I’m going to give you what you’ve been craving."

I teased her folds with my fingers, barely brushing against her clit before pulling away. Her frustration was palpable, her body trembling with need. I repeated the action, each time drawing out her anticipation until she was practically writhing beneath me.

"Please," she finally whispered, her voice broken and needy.

"Good girl," I said, rewarding her with a slow, deliberate stroke of my fingers. Her back arched, a moan escaping her lips as I finally gave her what she wanted. I continued to tease and torment her, bringing her to the edge again and again before pulling back, never letting her fall over the precipice. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her body slick with sweat. I could feel her desperation, her need for release. And when I finally allowed her to come, it was with a force that left her screaming my name, her body convulsing in pleasure. But I wasn’t done yet. I pulled my fingers away, admiring the sight of her trembling form. Her body was laid out before me like a feast, every curve and line a testament to her beauty and strength.

"You’ll remember tonight," I promised, my voice a dark whisper, dripping with the promise of domination. "You’ll remember that you belong to me, body and soul."

I brought my face to her core, inhaling deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of her arousal. My mouth watered at the sight, the smell, and I could not wait to taste her. Yet, I knew I needed to teach her a lesson. I needed to control myself for now, to make her understand the depth of my power over her. With a deliberate slowness, I allowed my tongue to trace a path around Cassara’s clit, teasing her with feather-light touches. Each flick of my tongue sent shivers through her body, her hips bucking involuntarily in response. Mentally, I strengthened the hold of the chains, spreading her out even more for me, ensuring she was completely exposed and vulnerable.

Her whimpers and gasps filled the room, the sounds of her desperation fueling my desire. I continued my torment, alternating between gentle licks and firm, deliberate strokes, never giving her enough to reach the peak she so desperately craved. Her body was a symphony of need, each twitch and moan a note in the song of her surrender.

"You want to come, don’t you?" I murmured against her slick folds, my breath hot against her sensitive skin. "You need it so badly, but you have to earn it, pet."

Cassara’s response was a choked sob, her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled against the chains, her body straining towards me. I could see the frustration and desire warring within her, the battle between her pride and her need.

"Say it," I commanded, my voice firm. "Beg for it."

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a mixture of defiance and submission. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, Astarion. I need it."

"Good girl," I praised, finally giving her what she wanted. I latched onto her clit, sucking hard, my fingers joining the fray as they plunged into her slick heat. Her reaction was immediate and intense, her body arching off the bed as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

But I wasn’t satisfied with just one. I continued my assault, driving her higher and higher, her cries of pleasure echoing in the room. I was relentless, pushing her to the brink again and again, each orgasm leaving her more breathless and desperate than the last. When I finally pulled back, my mouth and fingers glistening with her essence, Cassara was a trembling, gasping mess. Her eyes were glazed with exhaustion and satisfaction, her body spent from the relentless pleasure I had inflicted upon her.

I stood, looking down at her with a satisfied smile.

"Such a good girl," I murmured, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "You took it so well, didn't you?" Cassara could only nod weakly in response, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her eyes held a raw vulnerability that sent a thrill coursing through me. I reached out, trailing my fingers lightly along the curve of her cheek, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath my touch.

With that, I left her there, bound and trembling, her body still thrumming with the echoes of pleasure I had bestowed upon her. I knew the magic that bound her would fade the further I got from her, but for now, I wanted her to sit and stew in the aftermath of our encounter. As I made my way out of her chambers, the memory of her desperate pleas and the taste of her arousal still fresh on my lips, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had shown her just a glimpse of the power I held over her, just a taste of the pleasure I could provide. And as she lay there, alone and spent, I knew she would replay every moment in her mind, reliving the sensations and the submission she had experienced at my hands. It was a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget, a reminder of the depths of her desire and the extent of my control.

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[tieronecrush]

Hi! I loved water in your hands even though I accidentally read part 2 first 😩, can I please request a little drabble from readers pov when Joel just cut her off and missing work etc when he got married? No worries if not! Just wanted to say I really enjoyed reading :)

well thank you anyways for returning to read part 1!!! and i am so happy that you enjoyed reading!

i’m not sure if you checked out the playlist for the series that i made (spotify / apple music), but liability by lorde made it on there because it is literally what i imagined reader would feel during that time. my hopeless romantic who has never felt chosen </3

liability

drabble for “water in your hands” series

rating: M

word count: 1.2k

summary:

They say, "You're a little much for me / You're a liability / You're a little much for me" / So they pull back, make other plans ' I understand, I'm a liability / Get you wild, make you leave

warnings: angst, insecurity, self doubt, mentions of water/drowning

You didn’t even have any last words from him to mull over. The last thing you’d heard from him was him asking if you were okay as you lay next to him in the middle of that field.

Instead, his silence has sharpened the knife that he’s driven into your heart, his lack of acknowledgment of everything that happened twisting it to carve out a large space for the pain to seep in. And when you’d heard that he was dating someone else, seriously dating, according to Tommy, the knife was pulled clean out and stabbed into your back.

He’d spent one night with you, and somehow that was enough for him to know that he didn’t want you. All of those messages you thought he’d sent now mixed, your recollections of those fleeting, flirty moments poisoned by the knowledge that he didn’t want to be pulled into your storm.

It was the only reason you could think of that maybe drove him away. You knew that you weren’t settled, that you had your own issues to grapple with from everything you’d been through prior to Jackson, but you were secure in yourself. Maybe Joel didn’t want to deal with your shit on top of his own.

You were a little too much for him; a liability to his own healing.

You were on your own at the end of the day, superficial friendships and mere acquaintances belonging in the daylight. The only seemingly real friendship that you’d grown here was with his brother, and the saying goes “blood is thicker than water.”

Returning to a lonely house, yellowy lamplight bathing your space but doing nothing to warm your insides. You spent nights on your own, re-reading your favorite novels from the worn shelves in your cozy living room or spinning a record to dance around and forget for a few minutes. In those times, you were thankful that you were still looking out for yourself, that you still had your own back despite all of the doubt your own mind had grown.

In those solitary hours, all you had were your thoughts, which revolved around him, throwing you into a cyclical whirlpool of heartache. Only when you thought you’d pulled yourself out, had finally felt the heat of the sun on your face above the surface, one single memory of his fingers brushing your thigh or his lips ghosting over yours or a whisper of your name rips you right back into the current.

He left you behind and moved on.

Dating someone else, ignoring you for days that turned into weeks, that’s now become months.

You remember the day you found out that they were engaged.

It happened at the end of your shift, your coworker Tracy popping in to have a nightcap. She was tipsy already, spilling where she had been prior to coming to the bar. There was a party at Tommy and Maria’s, she’d said, a wide drunken smile on her face as she excitedly gossiped.

“They threw Joel and Heather an engagement party! How sweet is that?”

Engagement? Engagement. Engagement.

Engagement led to marriage.

Marriage was meant to be for life.

And Joel never does anything half-assed.

One time, a few weeks after Joel had returned to Jackson, you’d let yourself daydream indulgently. It’d been about him, about what you envisioned a life with him would look like. You’d pictured your own wedding, the closest people to you both the only ones in attendance. In your imagination, you’d seen your brother there, your sister, too.

It was a dream because, even if you ended up with Joel, you never thought he would get married. He was loyal, devoted, committed no matter what jewelry was on your fingers. Those traits were intrinsic to him. You didn’t think something like that mattered to him; he would be a husband, a partner to you without any ceremony.

Clearly, you didn’t know him as well as you thought you did.

Their engagement was fast. You’d heard from Tommy about a month later that the wedding was happening at the weekend. Bile coated your throat, burning acid settling there for the rest of the afternoon that you spent at work. You’d returned home that evening, crawling into bed and crying yourself completely dry and numb.

You didn’t leave that spot for days. Skipped out on work. Ignored the knocks at your door from Tracy, Maria, even Tommy. Limbs felt too heavy to move, bones ached deeply, dull pain sawed at your constricted heart.

Thoughts kept steamrolling each other, your brain was unable to shut them out as you spiraled silently alone.

A toy. A plaything. A little doll.

An achievement to be conquered.

He’d played with you; bantered with you. He was flirty -- suggestive at times. But once you’d given him everything, unveiled your thoughts and feelings to him in hopes of him returning them, even just accepting them, he’d gotten bored. There was no more chase. You’d rolled over like prey, submitting to anything he could have wanted from you.

You were only exciting to seek in the night, ghostly touches in the bar and a chance encounter under the moonlight.

Naive. Childish. Too much.

Delusions of a perfect summer with Joel changing with the leaves and eventually becoming rooted together had blinded you from his true intentions with you.

You were better off on your own, so it seemed the universe was telling you. Losing your siblings, your family, lacking friendships, and now your prospect for love slipped through your fingers in a rush, fleeting efforts made to contain it like water in your hands. No matter what, it would have found cracks to drip through, and eventually drained completely.

He evaded you, leaving you in an unrequited romance. You were in love with him. And now he was married to someone else, in love with someone that he could easily be with no disadvantage or opportunity for embarrassment. There were no means to confess your found feelings, so you lay for hours in your bed while tears soak your pillow and words are branded into your mind.

I’m in love with Joel Miller, and he won’t ever love me.

You repeated it so many times that it sounded like the truth, like gospel, and then, at a certain point, like a foreign language. The words eventually meant nothing in their countless repetitions, the weight of your self-confessional lessening with each second passing. Your limbs felt lighter, bones less sore, and the grip of pain on your heart loosened.

In the next moment, all you could think about was feeling the warm summer air on your face again. Finally, after days isolated, you were going to take a chance to disappear into the sun. You’d pulled yourself out of bed, changing into fresh clothes.

With one glance out of your window, the plans were soured when you saw it was sunset, that you’d have to wait until morning for your walk in the light. You decided to stay up all night to be able to catch the sunrise in the grazing field. To occupy yourself, you milled about your kitchen and living room, doing the small pile of dishes that had accumulated and straightening up the place. The clock on your wall read the early hours of the morning, and with no other chores to do, you turned towards your collection of books.

As you thumb through your shelves to find another novel to escape into for a few hours, the sound of knuckles lightly rapped on your door.

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Christmas Through The Years - Part One

The Start

‘Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female!reader’

Huge thanks to @fandomxpreferences for taking the time to read this over before I posted it!! <3

Approx. 1.6k words

Warnings: none, it’s all fluff. I’m a hopeless romantic I couldn’t help it !!

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Meeting Jake Seresin came so unexpectedly but it’s not something I’d change for the world. When we met it was at the Hard Deck, I had been dragged out by some friends for a girl’ night. As we got to the bar, I told the group I’d get the first round despite the reluctance to actually go out. Regardless it was why I found myself at the bar waiting to put my order through for drinks. He came over to get a refill and right as our eyes met, there was just an instant connection that neither of us could really explain, we just knew we wanted to see where it could take us. Him being his usual flirty self, turned his body and after we got past the flirty introductions and pick up lines from Jake, we kept the conversation going. We didn't even realize that we both had our drinks, and exchanged numbers. By the end of the night I had two 2 messages from an unknown number

“Hey. It’s Jake”

“Send me your address, Im taking you on a date tomorrow. Dress comfy!”

Fast forward a couple of weeks, now into December and it was going great with Jake. We went on a couple more dates, got to know each other better, and had a couple lazy days together when our schedules were in sync. Overall, everything was going in the right direction.

To anyone else it would look as if we were a committed couple and even to us it felt that way. However we still hadn't had the talk of ‘what we were’ and so doubts about whether this was real lingered in the back of my mind. Last Friday I found myself sitting at home, ordering some last minute gifts for my family when there was a knock on my door. I put my laptop down and got up from my spot in the corner of my living room to walk toward the door. I opened it and saw Jake there.

“Hi, I thought you didn't finish work till later?” I ask as I step aside to let him in. “Mav let us leave earlier because its Friday. Plus I think he had plans of his own to get to.” he chuckled as he took his boots off. He turned to me, took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around my waist before leaning down and giving my lips a sweet kiss that brought a smile to my face. “Well I am thankful for Mav and his Friday plans.” I tell him as we pull away and Jake chuckles.

I take his hand to lead him back to my spot on my couch and we sit down next to each other, getting comfy. “Did you have a good day?” he asked as I scooted closer, putting my legs over his lap as he put his arm across the back of the couch “Yeah, I went to the gym this morning, picked up some groceries while I was out, then came home and cleaned up a bit. I just now finished my Christmas shopping.” I told him, smiling as he listened to me ramble on.

That was one thing about Jake Seresin. Although he had a hard time keeping his mouth shut with everyone else, when it came to you, he could listen to your voice all day and never get tired of it. “Sounds like quite the productive day” he responded playing with a stray hair that had fallen from my messy bun. “I wanted to ask you something actually now that you bring up Christmas. Would you be interested in coming to a Christmas party Mav and Penny are having at the Hard Deck?” he offers with a certain glee in his eyes.

“Of course, I would love to! When is it?” I ask. “It’s December 23rd. So next Thursday.'' he answers my question, unable to hide the grin on his face knowing he’ll get to introduce his girl to everyone. “Sounds good, can't wait!” I told him, genuinely excited.

The rest of the night was spent talking about the holidays, sharing stories on how we spent the holidays growing up, and what our favourite traditions were. We continued the Christmas conversation as we made dinner together, laughing with one another at certain points in our stories and then ended the night cuddling on the couch watching Home Alone.

The week seemed to fly by and now I’m standing in front of my mirror observing the finished look for the Christmas party. I had gone out the day prior and bought the outfit I was wearing. I paired black leather pants that stopped right before my ankles with simple black heels and a dark red long sleeve bodysuit that showed off my shoulders. It contrasted perfectly with the gold jewelry I chose.

As I was touching up my lipgloss, there was a knock at my door indicating Jake was here. I opened the door and took a second to admire the man standing in front of me. He was wearing black dress pants and a deep maroon button up with the first couple buttons undone. His hair was still visibly wet from the shower he had taken and he opted out of styling it with his usual hair gel. It made him look even better than he normally did, which I didn't think was possible.

“You like what you see?” he smirked, pulling me out of checking him out. I just blushed in response and turned to get my jacket while he chuckled. He loved making me blush.

—

Jake was a gentleman through and through. When we arrived at the Hard Deck, he put the car in park and opened the door for me like usual. “Thank you.” I smiled as he shut the door. “Anything for my girl.” He winked while offering his arm and we walked to the entrance of the Hard Deck.

Once inside I saw the decorations Penny had put up and smiled. There was a tree in the corner and everything looked so beautiful. Jake led us towards the dagger squad who were all dressed just as nice as you and Jake were.

“Ayyye! Hangman joins us.” Coyote said once we were close, and Jake just chuckled at his friend. “Hangman, who's the pretty lady on your arm?” Rooster asked with a smirk. He was already 2 drinks in so his usual flirtiness was turned up a few notches

“Back off Bradshaw, she's here with me.” Jake said slightly possessive but not meaning anything rude by it. Rooster just put his hands up and chuckled. Jake introduced me to the rest of the group, and everyone took a liking to me almost immediately.

Throughout the night I got separated from Jake but I didn't mind, settling into a conversation with Natasha. She’s grateful not to be the only girl in the group anymore.“So how long have you and Hang-” she started but then stopped herself. “Jake, I mean. How long have you and Jake been dating?” she finished her question, and I made a face while chuckling.

“Well we aren't official yet.” I told her, taking a sip of the drink Jake had gotten me earlier. “Wait seriously?” she questioned, shocked you guys weren't official. “I’ve never seen him so head over heels before. There’s no way you're not his girlfriend.” she continued and I just shrugged.

“I mean I want us to be official, but I also don't know how to bring it up to him.” I shared with the fellow female, hoping for some guidance. “I would say just be upfront with him and ask him.” she advised. Before I could reply to her, Jake came over. “Sorry Phoenix, but I’m stealing my girl back.” he told her as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and walked me to the other side of the room.

He stopped right in the hallway that led to the washrooms. “Is everything okay?” I had to ask, and he just smirked while darting his eyes above the two of us. I followed his eyes, and of course there was mistletoe hanging. I looked back at Jake and he was already looking at me.

I knew I had to ask him now or else I never would, which wasn't an option. As Jake started leaning in, I put a hand on his chest to stop him. “Jake, wait” I said, seeing the confusion in his eyes before continuing.

“I know this is about to sound extremely middle school-like but I have to ask you. What are we?” I asked, looking at him, and he still seemed confused by my question “I mean, are we boyfriend and girlfriend?” I asked more directly. He chuckled in response and now it was my turn to be confused.

“Babe what did you think we'd been doing this whole time if we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend?” he asked as he pulled me a bit closer. “I know we never said it officially, but I thought it was just an unspoken thing.” he told me smiling.

I didn’t know what to say to that and as I tried to think of something to say, he continued speaking. “I'm sorry I just assumed, I should've asked you earlier.” He apologizes. “ Will you officially be my girlfriend?” he asked, looking at me with pure adoration as he moved a strand of hair behind my ear.

I looked in his eyes and knew he was being sincere when he asked. Afraid to speak, I just nodded as a small smile made its way to my face. He smiled and leaned down, this time not being stopped by my hand and we shared our first “official” kiss as boyfriend and girlfriend under the mistletoe.

“You know I’ve never been kissed under the mistletoe before now” I told him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Jake just smiled and leant down to kiss me again. This was something he could get used to doing.

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Okay this is my first ever published piece of writing for a fictional character which is why I really hope this is good so please leave any comments you have!! I’m excited to share this series with everyone and will definitely work quickly to get the others out !!

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commitment | sirius black x reader

summary: maybe growing up makes you unsteady. (slowburn, but written super fast bc i’m not patient enough LOL !!)

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There were rushes of rose petals everywhere in the school. The soft, silk-like surface grazed against your fingers every time you reached a hand out to disrupt their patterns of hearts and proclaimed messages of love from one student to another. It was Valentine’s Day, and you loved it. 

Even though there was no one to celebrate it with, you did like the blushing boys acting as if the flowers their partners presented them with didn’t make their year. And the pretty pink peonies that sat in the vase on McGonagall’s desk. Her husband had given them to her. 

Sirius Black thought he had made it clear enough. He threw pointed glances at you, but you just blinked back at him, turning back to your conversation confused. He thought it was a good contrast to his usual air of nonchalance, of unbotheredness. 

A candy that landed in your hands signed off with his initials had been poached by Peeves, but you saw the three letters. S.O.B. You thought it had stood for “Society of Business”, and laughed the shameless, blatant advertising off.

As he sat next to you in class making constant conversation and throwing in the most obvious flirts, your ears simply glossed over them. He was infinitely flattering and infinitely smooth, but he was like that with every single girl, even the ones he never had any interest in. 

You, knowing he couldn’t be serious, didn’t mind. In a couple hours, he’d be flirting with someone else. 

—

“Does she even know I exist?” Sirius flopped onto James’ bed, eliciting an annoyed grunt from the latter. 

“Probably not,” James replied, “That or she’s bloody oblivious.”

A quieter voice piped up, “She just knows your reputation, Sirius. I don’t think she wants to get hurt if she believes that you like her and then she turns out to be so wrong.”

Peter’s comment left a silence in the room. 

“Insightful, Wormtail,” James agreed. 

Sirius groaned into a pillow. “What do I do?”

“Dunno, Pads, I’m no maestro, I’m still failing at wooing Lily.”

“Maybe you need to be more obvious, Pads,” Peter advised, “Be more forward, make an effort.”

“I am.”

“More.”

—

So Sirius did. He asked one of your friends for your timetable, which they gladly gave him, giggling. 

It was labelled with thoughtful things like “McGonagall’s favourite flowers are pink peonies.” And “Slughorn enjoys pineapple crisps.” 

“So, what’re you planning on doing with it, Mister?” She asked him and if he was embarrassed or nervous, he didn’t show it. 

He said coolly, “Remus needed it to consolidate the times for prefect duties. He’s at the library right now.” 

She giggled again, “Sure, sure. Run along, Ravenclaw house needs me to change the riddle.”

He bumped into you on the way to the library, after seeing LIBRARY written in your handwriting underneath the last class for today. 

You weren’t headed to the library, but away from it, and collated your things which had wobbled in the jostle, smiling politely at him. “Evening, lovely.”

“The evening is quite lovely, isn’t it?” You replied confusedly at his poor phrasing, “Remus isn’t in the library, Sirius, it’s far too beautiful of an evening for even a bookworm to be cozied up in the library.” 

“I wasn’t looking for Remus,” he smiled at you, pearly white teeth flashing and dark grey eyes looking so, so, sweet. 

“Oh, well I must let you be on your way then,” you clutched your books to your chest and regained your steps. 

“Don’t. Let me hold those for you.”

“They’re not that heavy.” You still held the books out for him. 

“I’m sure, lovely,” he says as he takes them out of your loosened grip.

“How was Valentine’s Day?” 

“First, no, second Valentine’s that I’ve third-wheeled Peter and Mary.”

“Really? Set your eyes on someone, have you?”

“Matter of fact, I have.” Your eyes sunk momentarily in thought, a sadness forming and dissolving within you. You sort of liked Sirius, despite all the girls and the glamour. He was harmless underneath his cold front. 

“Damn. I would’ve never thought of the day Sirius Black, Gryffindor casanova with the sparkling grey eyes and stoic attitude, would settle,” you joked. 

“Well you can think now,” he insisted, “And you know the girl.”

He hoped you might’ve connected the dots. 

“Sally, Polly, Harriet…” you rattled off name by name, and to no avail, because you never saw that special glint in his eyes. 

“A little closer to home.”

“Marlene?”

“One day you’ll get it.”

You huffed, “This is stupid. I’ll never get it.” 

—

“Why doesn’t she know, Moony?” 

“Pads, you can’t expect her to, it isn’t so obvious on her part at least.”

“I swear I’m making it as obvious as I can!”

 “Really? Because you’re being pretty secretive about it all.”

“Am not!”

“Maybe you’re just not ready, Sirius.”

And Sirius thought about it. He surely was ready to love you, but he wasn’t ready to outwardly express that. 

“It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it yet, Pads. Feelings are complicated, and these ones especially are all so new to you.”

“Maybe I’m not ready yet. Is that- is that okay?”

“It’s perfectly fine.”

—

“Would you, like, commit though?” Your friend asked, head in her boyfriend’s lap. 

“I don’t think I can. Having another person rooted deeply in your life makes it harder to navigate it freely. I enjoy the liberties of being young, and I don’t want to give that away.”

“Your…admirer…would you date him if you knew who he was?”

“I don’t think so, why, I’m barely old enough to form coherent thoughts, I can’t establish a relationship this young. My prefrontal cortex is still developing!”

The boyfriend chimed in, “He’ll wait, I’m sure.”

“He doesn’t need to,” you smiled wistfully, “This will just be a fond memory I’ll look back on and say, ‘Wow, it sure felt nice’ to my grandkids. I’m not ready and that’s perfectly fine.”

—

Through the rest of your years at Hogwarts, you kept on receiving random but thoughtful gifts, things in your favourite colours, patterns, catered to your hobbies. As Lily grew closer to James you found yourself around Sirius quite a lot. He had grown even prettier than last summer, you thought, he looked more relieved, less reserved. His hair curled into little tendrils and his grey eyes had lightened a little. 

When you graduated, directed right into Auror training at 17, you and Lily agreed to share an apartment right by Hogsmeade, where Lily was training to become a professor. And as the war approached steadily, Lily soon received her position in Potions, and her and James moved to be a little closer to Hogwarts. She found out she was pregnant and became anxious about how close the war would breach so she moved to the establishment with the highest level of protection- Hogwarts. You were shipped to Albania, barely twenty years old, in the rocky, unsteady terrain, fighting the Death Eaters. The battle lasted for a year, and it ended in a Ministry victory. It was a ghastly matter but the Minister had ensured many hundreds of doctors, therapists and psychologists were hired to keep you safe. The Death Eaters treated their own forces terribly, resulting in a rebellion and eventual dismantling of the force. Voldemort had left a lightning scar on Harry Potter, who was to be heavily connected to him, but He Who Must Not Be Named was killed right after.

 You didn’t come home a different woman. Maybe you had changed a little though. War had toughened you up but the scars had been healed nicely on your body. Perhaps you had also grown up. Most importantly, after seeing so much lack of longevity and mortality in Albania, all you desired was steadiness. 

After being promoted to Head Auror, your role became managerial and consistent, and at the ripe old age of 21, barely old enough to drink, you reunited with Lily and the Marauders. Peter, you realised, was now in Azkaban for his crimes. Sirius still looked the same, he modelled for famous magazines, clothes brands and looked painfully similar to his Hogwarts years. Remus was enjoying a peaceful life in Wales with Tonks, a fellow Auror. 

You always blew by pictures of Sirius sultrily staring into the camera, clad in a trench coat worth thousands of dollars, or shirtless. It made you miss him, the soft underneath the cold, the warm underneath the hard. It made something in your heart yearn for the first time just to look into those grey eyes again. It also made you irrationally angry. They didn’t know the best side of Sirius, they knew this side. 

—

As you did sweep past large posters and flashing screens, you made your way to the ToysRUs. Harry was turning 2 in the next week and you were looking for a fake broomstick. As your fingers brushed along the plastic of a toy guitar, a deep voice boomed, “Sweetness? Is that you?”

You looked around and met familiar grey eyes, the owner smiling so gently as he ran a hand through his hair. Pink rose onto his cheeks and he stumbled ever so slightly whilst striding up to you. He stopped before you, stalling, and there was a moment before he was scooping you up, hugging you till you couldn’t breathe. 

“I can’t believe you’re back, darling,” he whispered, and your heart swelled, “Marlene, she’s back!”

Oh and your poor heart, falling faster than your head over your heels. Of course Sirius had someone now, he would always have someone anyways, just never you. 

“So I was right in that conversation,” you murmured, and he grinned. 

“Were you?” He felt much more confident and ready for commitment. He only hoped he might be able to win you over. 

Marlene appeared, grinning and you screamed, tackling her, squealing in her ear. 

“Why can’t I get this reception?” Sirius asked. 

“Black, you’re the one who facilitates it. It’s always been like this, I remember,” Marlene winked at Sirius who scowled handsomely. 

“Oh Marls, I’m so glad to be back, for heaven's Albania has not a single charming view. It’s all rubble now anyway. At least the beast is gone. It’s all done. Harry’s safe, James is alive and can inherit Monty’s shampoo business. How are you, Marls?”

Marlene smirked, very feline-like. She really hadn’t changed. 

“Perfect. Sirius and I are sharing an apartment and I’m just about to move out. Say, why don’t you move in? Sirius bought it anyway.”

“Yeah, I could, I’ll pay rent too,” you nodded towards Sirius, who pulled Marlene aside. It made your heart ache. 

“Marlene, we didn’t agree on this.”

“Dorcas and I are moving in together anyway, I’m doing you a favour.”

“I’m going to be flustered 24/7! They do shoots at my house, you know? I’ve got to look put together.”

“You’ll be fine. Keep shopping with her, I’ve got to run.” 

“Marlene-“

“C’ya dude.”

As she fled the scene, she winked at you and you turned to Sirius.

“Anyway, how are you, Sirius? Jeez, you look exactly the same as you did five years back.”

“Fine, lovely, modelling and all that.”

“Just all that? You own your own apartment, Sirius, you’re 21. That’s amazing!”

“What about you, sweet thing? Heard you’re working in the Ministry now.”

“Not the politics side, just the Auror department. Did you hear? Rowan Gregory…”

You eased into your old conversations, and your eyes settled on a beautiful mini broomstick. 

“That one?” You looked up at Sirius. 

“That one.”

He took the broomstick off the shelf and grinned at it, “Jimmy’ll love this one.”

“Lily won’t,” you laughed, “I’ll go get some books.”

As he stood there dumbfounded, a worker stacking boxes grinned at him. “Whipped.”

“Like cream,” he replied, smiling back.

“You might want to tell her,” the worker nodded and he just shook his head, “Am I really not being obvious enough?”

“What enough?” You reappeared, carrying a stack of books. 

“Let me take those,” Sirius interjected before the worker opened their mouth. 

“They’re not that heavy,” you sighed, even though your grip had loosened and you were already handing him the pile.

“I’m sure.”

You smiled to yourself. He really hadn’t changed much. 

—

You felt trapped in this party, the flashy colours flamboyant for your taste and intriguing music nothing you could snob about. 

So you slid into a room, presumably the host’s. You didn’t even know why you were here, you were tagging along with Lily to this party that everyone had been raving about. Sirius was here, and so was James. 

Lots of couples stumbled into the room, before running out, as they saw you gloomily looking around. One flicked you a twenty dollar note and told you to “have some fun, babe,” before she left with her boyfriend. You sat on the floor, properly exhausted. 

Knocks on the door followed and you were surprised at the person’s politeness. “Come in,” you say and they stride in. 

It was Sirius. He hadn’t been drinking, partying or dancing too hard. 

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hey,” he offered you a little mug of hot chocolate, “Gracie said you weren’t feeling very well.”

You grimaced, “Gracie was correct. Return the twenty to her, will you? Say she can keep it for her honeymoon to Madagascar.”

He pushes it gently back into your palms, “I will. Do you want to talk?”

“I just don’t like this party, I guess. The music reminds me of Albania.”

He replied with a thoughtful, “You know, this is my apartment.”

“It’s nice,” you say genuinely. 

“Yeah.”

And Sirius felt lame. He really couldn’t do anything with you looking up at him, eyes burning with interest. 

“I can’t do this,” Sirius groaned, “Do you like me or not?” 

“I- of course I like you, Sirius,” you reply, delicately. 

“No, do you have feelings for me?”

“I might.”

“Do you?”

“I like you, okay?”

Sirius sat there frozen and you sighed, waiting patiently. 

“I couldn’t- I couldn’t like you.” Immediately his eyes snapped open, “Wait- that’s- no, that’s not what I meant.”

“That’s okay, it’s okay, it’s fine,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him, before exiting quietly.

—-

You never told anyone about the incident, moving in with Sirius seamlessly. But you buried yourself in work and friends, trying to ignore the way your heart ached whenever you saw him. This would just be like the school days, and those had passed eventually. 

You almost had forgotten about it all when you received a text message from him. 

Meet me at Bonnie’s Cove.  

At the same time, Marlene wrote to you;

We need you at Bonnie’s Cove. 

Bonnie’s cove was a lovely expanse, filled with inky orange and crimson hues as the setting sun waned into the pearly whiteness of the moon. The masts of boats were illuminated by the constellations of the navy sky, and rails guarded the rocky shores from passerbyers. 

Your hair was whipped by the evening gusts of dry wind as you stared into the distance. You would have never imagined your life taking this certain turn of events. You were tapped on the shoulder gently and swivelled to find Sirius, an earnest look on his face, donning the most beautiful ochre coat. 

He leant over the railings, hair falling and quickly being swept back. 

“I wanted to clear up what I said the other day.”

“You don’t need to, Sirius, really,” you reply quickly, smiling, “I’ll be over it in some time.”

“No, when I said that I couldn’t like you, I only meant another thing.”

You sighed. 

“I meant that I have feelings that are too elaborate to be just like. I love you, and I have since we were sixteen.”

“Sirius…”

“I know, I messed up, and I’m sorry, but I’m being serious,” he paused, his eyes slates of authenticity, “If you will,” he adds with a tiny upturn of his lips. 

You stand over the railings, and it feels liberating as you see him against the sunset.

“What do you want to do now?” you speak softly. 

He seems to regain himself, “Maybe a date or two,” he reciprocates your quiet tone, “Or a hundred. We can go from there, take it slow.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

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Pariston x Reader x Wing part 10

I bet you all thought you’d seen the last of me, huh?

You ignored Wing’s texts for two weeks, and they were the longest two weeks of your life. Every message he sent made your stomach grow heavy, and your chest grow tight.

“Can I see you again?”

“Are you all right?”

“Can you please let me know if you’re okay?”

You knew that the wisest, kindest thing to do would be to respond to him. To tell him that you didn’t think seeing him again was a good idea. That you wished him the best, and that you were sorry. And yet, you couldn’t. Despite knowing that you didn’t have it in you to leave your husband, and that the double life you were leading was unsustainable, you couldn’t. Wing had opened a window to happiness and warmth, and you couldn’t bring yourself to close it.

As the days passed, his texts dwindled, becoming less and less frequent until they finally stopped altogether. It was a heartbreaking relief.

If Pariston had noticed any change in your demeanor, he didn’t let on. He didn’t pay you any special attention, good or otherwise. He stayed out late at the office most nights, and came home smelling faintly of expensive perfume more often than not. Once, you’d noticed a smudge of red lipstick on his collar. It was so glaringly obvious, so very cliche, that you were sure that he’d done it on purpose. That he wanted you to see.

The calm, almost smug look that he gave you when your eyes rested on the incriminating red smudge that night almost seemed like a taunt. A challenge. Like Pariston was daring you to say something. You refused to give him the satisfaction. Refused to let on just how much it hurt. Despite everything Pariston had done, despite the gleeful sadism he injected into your marriage every day, you still loved him far more than he’d ever loved you. And Pariston knew it.

Your resolve not to contact Wing cracked a few nights afterwards. As you composed a text to him, guilt flooded your chest; you were lonely, hurting, and desperately in need of affection. Wing could give you that and more, and yet you knew that you could only offer him part of yourself. Wing deserved better.

Still, your guilt wasn’t strong enough to stop you from sending him an apologetic message and a request to meet again. Nor was it enough to make you feel any remorse when he responded less than five minutes later, suggesting you go over to his place when he got off work. You knew that what you were doing, meeting him without making any plans to leave your husband, was utterly unfair to him. And yet, when you thought about the way Wing looked at you, the way his dark eyes crinkled in the corners when he smiled, the gentle way in which he touched you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

***

You hadn’t intended to be overly emotional when you showed up at Wing’s apartment, but the second he opened the door to let you in, you flung yourself into his arms and buried your face in his chest, mumbling a series of muffled apologies into the rumpled fabric of his shirt.

Wing stiffened at first contact, but soon enough relaxed and wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft, tender kiss to the top of your head. He held you like that, softly, securely, for a few minutes, neither pushing you away nor bringing you closer. When you finally pulled back, you fixed him with an apologetic stare.

“Wing, I’m so sorry, I owe you an explanation.”

He shook his head, his dark eyes gentle. “No, you don’t. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” You sighed. “I- I couldn’t… I thought if I…” Your voice stopped working when you found that you were unable to turn the jumble of words and thoughts swirling through your head into coherent sentences.

And Wing, sweet, kind, patient Wing understood. He sighed softly, ran his fingers through his messy hair and gave you one of his gentle half-smiles. “___, it’s okay. Really. I get it. You don’t have to-”

You cut him off with a kiss. It wasn’t intentional. You had wanted to talk more, to make him listen, to somehow convince him that you weren’t worth his time. But instead, you kissed him, and he reciprocated.

No words were exchanged as the two of you made your way to the bedroom. Wing’s lips were on you most of the way, his hands firmly on your hips as he guided you. You undressed yourselves quickly without shyness or reverence; the two of you had your minds set on being in bed, joined together, your bodies pressed close without any barriers.

As soon as he undressed himself, Wing was on you again, his hands running up your sides, over your breasts, his mouth on your neck. You allowed him to back you towards the bed, falling backwards when the backs of your legs hit the mattress. Wing went with you, pulling back just enough to let you reposition yourself amongst the blankets and pillows. Once you were situated, he crawled back on top of you, caging you in with his arms as he lavished you with kisses, soft, gentle, with just a hint of a bite.

You ran your fingers through his hair, biting your lip when he nipped at your collarbone before moving lower towards your breasts. When he ran his tongue over a nipple, you let out a soft whine. Your eyes fluttered shut as he began to suck, his hand moving up your body to cup and knead your other breast.

When he pulled away, you expected him to settle between your thighs, but instead he pressed a kiss to your sternum and worked his way down, between your breasts, over your soft stomach, towards your sex. You let out a choked gasp when you felt his tongue, warm and wet, swipe over your folds and swirl around your clit.

Wing was a clumsy man, but there was nothing clumsy or sloppy about the way he lapped at you, the way his tongue ran over every sensitive inch of skin. When you felt him begin to work you open with his long, tapered fingers, you ran your hand over his scalp, your fingers raking through his hair.

All too soon, he withdrew his fingers, kissed his way back up your body, and slotted himself neatly between your spread legs. You spread your legs a bit more to better accommodate him, and grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself. When he kissed you as he pushed inside, you tasted yourself on his tongue.

Wing paused for a moment, breathing heavily, his cock buried inside you. The two of you exchanged lazy kisses; you could feel his cock twitch deep in your heat. Finally, he began to move, taking you with deep, lazy thrusts.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, eager to keep him close. As Wing continued to move against you, you felt that deep, hot tautness in your abdomen taking shape, and clung to him even more desperately. You were sure that if you didn’t, you would fall apart.

“___, you feel… you feel…” Wing’s words were interrupted by a throaty groan as his hips snapped forward to bury himself in you again. He shifted his weight for a moment, reaching up to grab your hand and pin it to the bed, his fingers interlacing with yours. His lips pressed against your neck, his teeth grazing softly along your jugular, careful not to leave a mark. 

You did not have any such reservations, and when his cock bumped against a particularly sensitive spot, you gasped and bit his shoulder. The action spurred him on, and he increased the pace, fucking into you earnestly with hints of desperation. His breaths had begun to grow ragged and uneven, and a series of deep, masculine groans emanated from his chest as he moved.

You soon found yourself on the precipice of release, the tautness between your legs reaching a dizzying intensity. When Wing moaned out your name and nipped at your ear it became too much, and your world fell away. The clenching of your muscles proved too much for Wing to withstand for long, and he reached his own peak just moments later, slamming into you and finishing with a deep groan of your name.

He remained atop you for a few minutes after, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and mouth. When he finally rolled off, he immediately gathered you into his arms.

“Was that okay?” He kissed your shoulder and sighed contentedly.

“More than okay.” You smiled at him. “Perfect.”

He laughed sheepishly, and reached over to the bedside table to retrieve his glasses. “I want to be able to actually see you,” he explained, somewhat shyly as he put them on.

“I hope it was okay, that I uh… finished. Inside. I’m sorry, I should have asked.” He cleared his throat, his hand running over the swell of your hips.

“It’s fine. I’m on the pill. Nothing to worry about.”

“Still. I should have asked.” He lapsed into thoughtful silence, which he broke a few minutes later.

“___… do you want to leave him?”

The question caught you off guard. “Hm?”

“Your husband. Are you happy with him? Do you want to stay with him?”

You sighed. “Wing…”

“You should leave him, you know. Not necessarily for me. But just, in general.”

You glanced at him. He was staring at the ceiling, brow slightly furrowed.

“I know. You’re right, it’s just-”

“Complicated. I know.”

You sighed and nodded. You hoped it would be the end of the matter, but Wing had other ideas.

“Do you love him?”

You stiffened in Wing’s arms, unsure of what to say exactly.

“I… I think I’m just… I don’t know. Maybe I do. Maybe I love who he used to be.”

Who he pretended to be.

Wing nodded, eyes still thoughtful. “Look, I can’t force you to do anything. This is ultimately up to you. But for what it’s worth, I think you should leave him. For your own sake.”

There was nothing forceful or insistent about his words; Wing was being sweet and reasonable, his voice as kind and patient as always. Yet, you felt a surge of irritation at his words.

“I’ll handle it, okay? Can we just… drop it? Please?” You immediately regretted your sharp tone of voice. “I’m sorry. It’s just been rough. And confusing. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah… I know. I’ll let it be.” Wing gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “What time do you have to go back?”

“I don’t know…” You thought about it. About returning home to wait for Pariston to return, dick still wet from his latest infidelity. About the saccharine way he’d ask you about your day. Anger flared in you, and you came to a decision.

“You know what? Who cares?”

“___…” 

“No, really.” You turned in Wing’s arms to face him. “Why should I hurry home to greet the man who is probably fucking his secretary as we speak?”

Wing sighed. “He’ll suspect something. You know he will.”

“Let him. He’s taken enough from me. I don’t care what he thinks.”

As you snuggled against Wing, resting your head on his chest, you found that for the first time in a very long time, you truly didn’t.

*** 

You ended up staying with Wing until the early hours of the morning. When you saw your husband’s car in the driveway, you ignored the nagging nervousness that tugged at your chest. Pariston didn’t have a leg to stand on, after all. He’d been having affairs for years, and put very little effort into hiding it. Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself for the barrage of questions that were sure to be thrown your way when you went to bed.

To your surprise, however, Pariston didn’t stir when you entered the bedroom. When you showered, dried off, and got into bed next to him, he didn’t move either. This was odd, because Pariston had always been a very light sleeper, but you figured that he must have tired himself out.

As you felt yourself drift off to sleep, you allowed yourself to relive what had transpired at Wing’s apartment, and to revel in the warmth that such thoughts provided you.

#pariston hill #wing hxh #smuttastic

[greenhikingboots]

heyo!! I'm not sure if you've already answered this because I don't have Tumblr and I keep getting blocked by the log in wall whenever I scroll too far. But why did you delete your old AO3 account and works? Where you getting bullied 😰 I know the jonsa ship and Sansa specifically is well hated...

Hey, anon. I haven't answered that before, so I'll give it a go now. I think it's neat that you're interested. I haven't had any issues with bullying apart from a few random comments on AO3 that were less about Jonsa and more about my writing choices. Whoops. I tagged that fic as a fix but still let Rickon die? My bad. I didn't realize I was supposed to anticipate the preferences of that one specific reader and not do that. *eye roll* That's just one example, but despite my snarkiness about it right now that kind of stuff doesn't actually bother me too much. It is what it is. So anyway. I deleted my old account more because I wasn't satisfied with my work, wasn't finding fulfillment in writing as a hobby anymore, realized I cared more than I wanted to about kudos and comments -- yeah, that kind of stuff. But mostly I felt a lot of self-inflected pressure to post updates quickly. And so my speed became too much a measure of my sense of self-worth. Lame. I took a break for a while, but I'm back to writing now with a healthier mindset. (Though, let's be honest, I still want those damn kudos!) If you don't already know, my new AO3 name is GreenHikingBoots. Since I write for both Jonsa and Dramione, I wanted a name that wasn't fandom specific. And I like the color green and I do a lot of hiking IRL. So there you go. Oh, I should probably clarify that everything I have published under that new name, apart from my current Jonsa WIP called Inevitable, was previously published on my old account (though edits have been made). Most of that is Dramione, though. Also, that isn't to say every old fic has been re-published. Two of my more popular works -- For Better Dreams (Jonsa) and Between the Lines (Dramione) -- are still in my Google Doc and will hopefully get re-published in the future. I'm working my way through shorter fic ideas first. For what it's worth, compared to how I used to do it, I now have firmer plot plans and more detailed first drafts before I start publishing. And I give more author's notes warning that updates may take a while. And those factors go a long way in helping me maintain this hobby in an enjoyable way. Basically, these days, I'm into slow and steady wins the race. Oh, come to think of it! Here's another thing I should have said sooner: major shout out to the Jonsa fanfic writers who take their sweet time publishing updates and the readers who are understanding of that. I didn't see that as much in the Dramione fandom, but I think seeing it here helped relieve a lot of my anxieties. I think that's about all I got on the topic. I'm not going to say TL;DR. But a summation? I'll try. Here goes: Fandom and fanfiction writing is supposed to be fun, not feel like work! I took some time away because I hadn't internalized that. I've since developed some better habits and saw some good examples of people who had internized the message, and that helped. Now I'm back and enjoying writing more than before. Yay! Thanks anon. This turned into a really rewarding thing to write about. Hope you don't mind me getting all philosophical. ;)

#ask northernlady #who is also greenhikingboots #and was dakotadelcour if you're a dramione fan #not an identity crisis #just like jonsa to much to stop using this tumblr #and start using my greenhikingboots one #which was the plan at one point

[alexis-jr1227]

CORDELIA?

Cordelia, Ted and Joseph are very close friends. Cordelia being the only girl in the group was treated very well, as if she were Ted and Joseph’s younger sister. The girl had short bleached hair, beautiful hazel eyes, rosy cheeks, and bow-like lips. Ted and Joseph often gave her gifts. They helped each other out in assignments. One day, Joseph and Ted were sitting on the bench at school waiting for Cordelia’s break. The two boys were eating popsicle. “I like Cordelia”, Joseph confessed. Ted stopped and turned towards his friend. Ted then raised his eyebrows. “I like her too. For years now. Ever since we were in high school”, said Ted. “I like her even then”, Joseph said, “I am planning to confess to her on Friday night”. There was an awkward silence between the two, until Cordelia finally came up to them with her usual smile. The men greeted him with courteousness and sweetness, the usual. However, Ted and Joseph avoided each other. It was rather quiet and the tension was very evident. “What’s up with you two?” asked Cordelia. The men then looked at ach other but immediately avoided each other’s gaze. “Nothing”, both said. Ted and Joseph tried to be casual to each other.

Ted then bought Cordelia a big teddy bear and a box of chocolates. While Joseph, bought Cordelia the book she has been hoping to buy. The two men visited Cordelia’s apartment on Wednesday night for Cordelia’s PE documentation. Cordelia prepared dinner for the boys. When the boys finally arrived, Cordelia laughed at Ted because he could not fit the teddy bear through the door that Joseph had to help him push it. The men gave her the gifts. “Thank you, but aren’t the two of you being too much? This is not courtship Is it?” Cordelia said teasingly. After eating for dinner, “I’ll wash the dishes”, the two boys said. They glared at each other. Cordelia just didn’t mind them and she went straight to the living room. She turned on the television and sat on the sofa. “I’ll wait for you here!” she told them.

Even in washing the dishes the men were competent yet cold towards each other. “May the best man win”, Joseph muttered. “You already lost”, said Ted. Joseph rolled his eyes dramatically at his rival. The next days, they were civil towards each other. Still competing until Friday night came. Joseph, was waiting in front of Cordelia’s apartment. Joseph was wearing his favorite black hoodie and his jogging pants. Cordelia was confused at the text message she received from Joseph. “I’m outside”. Cordelia then dressed up before meeting up with Joseph. “What’s up? Why didn’t you come to my room?” asked Cordelia. “I’ll be brief you know”, said Joseph kicking a stone. “Okay, so what? What is it?” she asked again. Joseph gave her a little box.

Cordelia opened the little box and it at her surprise it was custom-made necklace with her name on it. She then looked at Joseph. “I like you, Cordy,” said the man. Cordelia frozed. She didn’t know what to say. Her mouth opened but no words came out. “You don’t have to answer now,” said the man. “No, I-uhmm,” Cordelia stuttered, “I like someone else”, she finally said. “I’m not surprised at all,” the man felt quite angry but relieved that the girl, rejected her immediately. The man smiled weakly. Cordelia tried t give back the necklace, “You have your name on it. Accept it, Cordy.” Said Joseph as if it was a command, ad he started walking away. Cordy felt bad, but she still thanked him and hopde he’d stay by her side. The next day, Joseph and Ted visited her. Joseph, despite being rejected, still communicated the same. However, Joseph left the apartment earlier than usual. That same night, “Cordy, I have something to tell you’’, said Ted when the two of them were watching a movie. Cordelia looked at her friend with curiosity. “I like you,” said Ted. “Joseph told me the same thing, are you guys toying with me?” said Cordelia. “I like you, Cordelia”, Ted repeated seriously. Cordelia sighed. “I like someone else,” She said. Ted’s jaw clenched, “Who?” he asked. “Adrian, my classmate,” the girl said bravely. Ted left Cordelia’s apartment without a word. Cordelia never received a message from the two that night, though, she felt sorry for them.

On Sunday, Cordelia called Joseph for help at 6:15 p.m. “Can you come and fix my computer? I’m sorry for the bother,” Joseph immediately went to her apartment. While he was fixing Cordy’s computer, Cordelia’s phone rang. “Adrian” Joseph read through his mind. He felt jealous of it that he started tapping the computer’s keyboard roughly. Cordelia answered her phone and went to the living room. “I’m leaving”, said Joseph coldly and went straight outside leaving his jacket behind. Cordelia told him to wait but Joseph did not bother. Cordelia then rushed to him following him until he reached his car.

Ted hid himself when he saw Cordelia and Joseph. Joseph entering his car, Cordelia waving, and then Joseph leaving. Ted felt jealous at the sight. He then clicked his neck and stood there blankly.

Monday at 7:00 a.m., Cordelia was found dead in her apartment’s bathroom. The poor woman had two stab wounds on her stomach and one on her chest. The landlady was the one who called the police. The shower was on, the door handle of the bathroom was destroyed, and Cordelia’s laying on the floor lifelessly. The two men heard the news, which eventually made them emotional. Ted cried blaming himself for not protecting the poor girl. Joseph didn’t say a word. He remained quiet but his tears were rolling down his cheek endlessly. The police’s pried suspect was Joseph who was immediately taken to the station for questioning. Joseph told them that he did went to Cordelia’s apartment because the girl asked for help in fixing her computer. Ted was then taken for questioning as well, he told them that he was there that night but did not show up in front of Cordelia nor Joseph. “After Joseph left, I did the same too”, said he.

Joseph’s fingerprints were used as evidence including his coat. Adrian, the boy Cordelia liked was questioned as well, “She told me that he asked for help from Joseph as I do not know how to fix a computer”, the boy wiped his tears, “But at some point, on the other end of the line, I heard Cordelia telling Joseph to wait for her. I believe Joseph was leaving that time, until I heard the bang from the door’, the boy covered his face with his palm and sobbed and sobbed. “Cordelia also told me that she rejected Joseph on Friday night”, he added. The policemen gasps at the information. They then ordered a search warrant on Joseph’s home while waiting for the autopsy report. They found scratch papers on his trash bin saying, "Why doesn't she like me? God I want to know who she likes and kill him myself,” said he. They again, took him for questioning but the man remained consistent with his answers. When Joseph was done, Ted then punched him into his face. “How could you do that to her?” Ted kicked him into his stomach. The police officers stopped the two. Joseph, despite the punch he received, he still managed to calm down and look at his friend. “I did not, and I will never do that,” he said, as he started crying.

Joseph was being watched day and night, afraid that the man might try to flee. “Everything, is pointing to him. Why can’t we just arrest him?” one of the police officers said. “We’re still waiting for the autopsy report and gathering more evidences”, the other said. “What a pain,” the other muttered. Ted on the other hand was watching television the whole day after the scene he made at the police station. Though, he was still being watched as he still is one of the suspects. There was no proof that he really left that night. “Poor guy, I’m betting he’s very broken hearted right now,” his neighbors whispered when they saw him wet out to buy some noodles. He smirked.

“The gift you were talking about, that you gave to Cordy was missing. Tell me the truth, boy.” Said the police. Joseph again described the necklace. On the afternoon, Joseph was finally sent home. “An arrest warrant?” the officer who drove Joseph home said. Joseph looked at him with curiosity, but chose to be silent.

“You are under arrest for the murder of Cordelia Rizal,” the police said as the man struggled. “What are you talking about?!!” the man screamed at them. He tried to struggle and kick the police officers. “It’s not me! I did not do it! I love Cordy!” he screamed. No one answered but the people were looking at him with disgust. There he sat in front of the detective. They showed him the gift Cordelia received and a DNA test including the autopsy report. “We found this in your room,” the officer said pointing at the necklace. “And your semen was found in her body.” The officer then showed his the door handle of the bathroom and the knife that was used, “We found this buried on your yard,” the officer clenched his fist and looked dangerously at him, “Now, Mr. Ted Aragon, do you still deny that you killed Cordelia?”

#short story #girl #frienship #murder #mystery #trending

[erwinsvow]

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: uncle eren comes to visit.

warnings: step-cest, jealousy, manipulation, hints of verbal/emotional abuse + touch of dubcon to con, reader feels guilty, grinding/dry-humping, overstimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

author's note: part two of sole salvation. i really hope everyone enjoys this! the warnings are just to be on the safe side as i do not want to accidentally trigger anyone, please feel free to message me if you want to ask about something before reading.

tagging @sangwoos-mom & @divine-delight :)

If Zeke didn’t want my interest to get piqued, Eren thinks to himself as he watches you stroll away, off to get him to a fresh cup of lemonade, he should have kept his mouth shut.

When his brother had mentioned his new fiancee had a daughter, Eren had supposed it would be some spoiled, bratty kid. After all, he had met your mother once before, and he didn’t think that kind of a woman could raise someone even remotely well-behaved.

So given that, he was more than pleasantly surprised the first time he met you. It was all a shock, from the almost angelic way you float down the stairs to greet him, your soft skin and sweet smile, to the genuine look in your eyes when you tell him that you’re glad to finally meet him.

He still doesn’t know what Zeke did to deserve you in his life, the taste in his mouth a touch too bitter when he watches the way you look at his brother, even when your mom is in the same room. It’s dreamy, as though there’s no better way to spend your time and nothing better to think about than your step-father.

It’s a little unfair, Eren thinks, that Zeke has a sweet, doting little thing head over heels for him. It’s a little unfair that Zeke waited so long to invite him over, to introduce him to you. Maybe it was brotherly instinct, maybe he knew that once Eren met you, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, just like it had been for Zeke.

Regardless of what it was, Eren knew one thing for certain. Sibling should always share.

It finally takes an unbearable conversation on the phone with your mother for an excuse, an opportunity to arise. The lie is taking hold in his head and spilling out of his mouth before he can even control it—“Yeah, the pipes burst and it’s just a mess, I called Zeke but his phone’s off- no, really? Just for the weekend, I promise- thank you, I’ll be over soon.”

His bag is packed and cock is twitching at the idea of getting you alone in that house, maybe when Zeke’s locked away in his office and your mother’s out shopping. It’s going to be a hot week, with almost intolerable heat, and he’s positive it’ll have you in revealing clothes (no doubt ones that his brother bought for you) and teensy swimsuits when you go for an afternoon swim.

That’s what he’s thinking of—the image of you soaked to the bone, wet hair and the thin, dripping material of your suit sticking to your skin—when he pulls into your driveway later that day.

It’s almost easy enough to miss the slight wobble in your steps, the way your clothes are just a little too wrinkled for someone that’s been sitting around the house all day.

But Eren notices it, of course, and doesn’t miss the way Zeke practically keeps one eye on you the entire day, no matter who he’s talking to, either.

Maybe if Eren was just a drop stupider, a bit less cunning, you and Zeke could get away with all of it, but he’s not. He thinks it’s his turn to have his fun with you.

Your mother’s even more intolerable than he remembers. He wonders how bad a family dinner could be, but this is much worse than he could have fathomed. It’s a whole host of things, like how she’s oblivious to the affair happening right under her nose and her small comments that have your lips trembling and eyes blinking away tears before they can fall.

Jeez. Eren had initially felt bad for himself, but he’s starting to wonder how you put up with it. Maybe fucking around with Zeke is your own way of getting revenge, payback for every ‘Why do you look so tired, it’s not like you’re the one working all day’ and ‘Don’t you have plans with friends, or are you just gonna bother your parents all day?’

By the time dinner ends, you’ve made your way to the kitchen almost automatically, putting away dishes and wiping counters without even being told, as Zeke gives your mother a cold, hard stare.

“Was all that really necessary?” his brother questions quietly, eyes fuming with anger yet still disguising his true reason for being upset.

“What?” your mother responds innocently, pretending as though she hadn’t said anything wrong. Eren watches the interaction carefully. He thinks it’d be better if he didn’t interject on a married couple’s little spat, but here he goes again, words out before he can control them. They’re spoken a bit louder than they needed to be, but he wants to make sure you hear them over the running water.

“I don’t know, she seems like a good girl to me, no? Maybe you should be easier on her.”

And a few feet away, in the kitchen, your heart skips a beat. Uncle Eren—who you’d only met once and heard about a handful of times, someone who doesn’t owe you anything, someone not even really related to you—defending you?

It was enough to make tears rush to your eyes again, a smile on your face as you rinse off the dishes.

Good girl. The words run through your head again, seemingly on repeat. They’re your two favorite words, enough to pick you up from the dark, sullen headspace you’re in as a result of your mother’s cruel phrases and Zeke’s stinging silence.

Zeke claims it’ll become too obvious, even to your clueless mother, if he always takes your side and speaks up for you, despite how much he wants to, he says. You’re so hopelessly gone, so devoted to him that you don’t think you have it in you to fight for it. The words he says when the two of you are alone, how he makes you feel and spoils you rotten makes up for it, right?

That’s what you’d been telling yourself all this time, but you’re not sure how much longer you can keep the act going. Does he think it’s easy to watch him walk into the bedroom he shares with your mother every night? To watch her kiss him goodbye, hold onto his arm in public, while you trail behind like a lost puppy?

It’s not actually revenge you’re aiming for, when you start greeting Eren in the morning brightly, walking straight on over to him in the living room rather than the kitchen where your step-father is. It’s closer to a plea for attention, like you’re waiting for Zeke to realize you can play at this game too.

Eren’s more than happy to indulge you, spending hours of the day beside you on the couch watching movies, or watering the lawn while you work on your garden, claiming that he just wants to help out around the house as much as he can. His weekend-long visit turns into a week, as the ‘good for nothing contractors are taking their sweet time.’

It’s terribly easy to make you believe every word he’s saying, with you even defending him when Zeke asks how much longer he’s planning on sticking around.

“He’s family,” you had argued valiantly, leaving your step-father with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw as he noticed Eren smiling behind you. For once, your mother had agreed with you, and Zeke was left with no choice.

It’s sunny and warm when Eren’s opportunity, the one he’s been waiting for patiently, appears. Your mother’s gone out again, this time to the salon, there’s that hour of time right after she’s left that you usually treasure, because you know there’s no chance she’ll be on her way back or call home.

It’s usually your favorite time of the day, when you know you can have Zeke all to yourself, and that’s what you’re thinking, when you hesitantly make your way to the door of his office.

Truly, you hadn’t meant to make Zeke angry, you just wanted to be there for Uncle Eren how he was there for you. You were ready to make up and forget about it now, dolled up in a new sundress that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear yet. Zeke had bought it only weeks ago, before Uncle Eren’s sudden visit, and you thought he might like it if you wore it now.

Your hand has just reached the cool metal of the doorknob, just about to twist when you hear a ringing from inside the room, of Zeke’s phone going off.

You step back, knowing better than to interrupt one of his calls. You’re disheartened a little, mind wondering why he would schedule something when you and he both know this is your hour, your chance to be alone.

You make your way back downstairs, lingering on the last step and thinking about going back up in a few minutes, when Uncle Eren’s voice calls to you from the living room, making you jump a little.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, voice calm and quiet, a contrast to your thudding heart.

“That’s okay, Uncle Eren,” you say, and your head turns back to look in the direction of Zeke’s office inadvertently. “I was just-”

“Waiting for Daddy, huh?” Your lips part a little in surprise, confused by his implication. Though surely, Zeke wouldn’t have told Uncle Eren anything. No, he wouldn’t do that.

Right?

“I-I just needed to ask him something, but I think he’s on the phone with someone,” you say quietly, confused at Eren’s tone, the confidence with which he spoke those words, almost mockingly.

“Oh, yeah. He told me he’s busy all afternoon, something or other about work and a report-” Eren stops himself right when he notices your expression change, looking thoroughly upset that Zeke was busy when you were ripe for the taking. “He didn’t tell you about that?”

Fuel to the fire, maybe a bit too much, but Eren doesn’t care. Not as long as you keep it up, looking like a maimed little prey upon realizing that Daddy was too busy for you.

Yes, Eren was getting much better with the lying. It doesn’t even register to you to question his words, to go back up and double check, that Zeke might, in fact, be waiting for you to knock on his door at this very second.

Your feet find their way to the sofa, slumping down dejectedly, as Eren sits right next to you. It’s the way you two have been sitting for the past week, except he’s ready to take the risk. His hand finds your knee, thumb rubbing the soft skin as you let out a shaky breath, wiping away a stray tear.

“All afternoon?” comes your quiet voice, trembling at the mere notion that Zeke was upset with you. You hadn’t meant to take it this far, hadn’t thought he would be ignoring you just because you disagreed with something he said for the first time.

But your sadness is turning into something different when you look at the hungry, almost predatory way Uncle Eren is looking at you now.

“That’s what he said, sweetheart. Did you two have plans, or something?” It’s coming off nonchalant, or so he hopes, because every bone in his body is excited at the prospect before him, blood rushing to his hardening cock as he catches a glimpse of your exposed skin as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

“N-no, I just… He always spends time with me when mom leaves. I just thought he would be free.”

It’s the sweet, lonely way you’re looking into his eyes, your own doe-like and watery, that tips him over the edge.

“Well, I can keep you company.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, baby. A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be left all alone… it’s not right, well, at least to me.”

“Yeah?” Eren nods his head, line between his lies and the truth blurring suddenly as you inch closer and closer to him.

“I wouldn’t treat you like that, if you were mine, you know-” and he can’t finish his sentence, because your hands are on the collar of his shirt and you’re shifting onto his lap, and your lips are on each other.

It’s stupid, you know, to be so easily guided by a few choice words, putty in virtually anyone’s hands if they say the right things and make you feel seen and heard, but you can’t stop now.

Eren’s tongue is in your mouth, your lips practically glued together as you feel his hands go under the soft cotton of your dress, exploring the supple skin of your thighs. It’s not long before his hands find your ass, squeezing and groping as moan into his mouth.

A sharp slap to your ass makes you yelp, pulling away for just a second before Eren’s hand is on the back of your neck, guiding you into a kiss again. You moan again, louder, when his teeth bite down on your lip just a little bit, when Eren finally pulls away.

“Can’t be too loud, remember, sweetheart? Daddy’s busy upstairs,” he says, somehow knowing exactly what would rile you up. The words act like a little shock running through your system, making you even more eager for Eren’s touch.

“Don’t care-!” you mewl, head going fuzzy when you feel Eren’s hard cock grind against your core, waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You’re still, Eren’s hand coming up to cover your mouth as he continues his rocking movement, making you moan against his hand.

Your eyes roll back when Eren increases his speed, and it’s silly, how the barely-there contact is making you shake, the coil in your stomach tense and unwinding, when Eren stops completely.

You whine loudly, muffled some by his hand, but not entirely, causing Eren to spank you again.

“I thought you were a good girl, hm? Don’t get bratty on me now,” he says, though he thinks it went in one ear and out the other as you come down from your incomplete high.

“I want-I want you, Uncle Eren, now-!” Another whine, another spank. You cry out again, until the fourth slap—which leaves your ass sore already from Eren’s heavy-handedness—silences you.

“Sweetheart, stop misbehaving or you’re not gonna get anything, okay?” he coos, fingers finding your chin and directing your face to look him in the eyes. They’re lust-blown too, and his hardness is still evident underneath your body, but your body’s inclined to follow his rules, despite how badly you want to cum.

“Yes, Uncle Eren,” you say softly, your squirming body finally stopping. Eren’s fingers find their way to the thin straps of your sundress, pulling them until they rest on your shoulder and expose your neck and collar to him.

“Tell me something, baby, did you wear this for me? Or for him?” The very mention of Zeke makes your body stiffen, but you’re still desperate for more and eager to please Uncle Eren.

“For you,” you mumble, wanting to just bury your head in the crook of Eren’s neck and feel him inside you, though you know you won’t get what you want that easily.

“Me? I’m so honored,” he says, letting out a laugh at how your body shakes in anticipation but you stay completely still. He wonders if Zeke had to teach you to be this obedient, or if it just comes to you naturally.

He thinks it’s the latter when he rolls his hips quickly, watching you squirm and bite your lip hard to keep quiet, another rush of pleasure coursing through you, though it’s not nearly enough.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ve been good enough to me, haven’t you?” he asks, and you nod your head quickly. “You deserve to feel good, don’t you?” You nod again and let out a shaky breath when Eren moves your hips with his hands, finally giving you the much-needed pressure on your clit.

“Why don’t you cum for me, baby, just like this? Mmh?” You’re letting out little squeals at each contact, hips moving faster and faster as Eren lays back and lets you use his cock as a toy to grind against. His head falls back at how good it feels, though he won’t let himself cum until he’s inside you.

You’re close again, stomach tensing again and that familiar feeling gathering inside your chest, making you feel warm all over as you speed up.

The breaking point is when Eren’s hands come to your chest, pulling down your dress and exposing your tits to the cool air. His fingers pinch one while his mouth finds the other, and suddenly you can’t keep quiet no matter how hard you try, moans spilling out your mouth as well as repeated cries of Uncle Eren, that sound sweet as sugar to Eren.

It’s when Eren starts bucking his hips up too, that you finally cum, a bolt of pleasure running through your entire body as he keeps going. You’re not entirely sure what kind of noises you’re making—everything seems to be muted and fuzzy as repeated shocks make you shake, Eren’s firm grip on your tits being the only thing that’s grounding you.

When you finally come down, forcing yourself away from Eren’s lap and legs pressed tightly together to calm your oversensitive cunt, there’s a lecherous look in Eren’s eyes. It’s screaming to you, silently, how he’s not done with you yet.

“Aw, baby, look how fast you came just from a little bit of humping. Are you that desperate, bunny? Is Daddy not taking care of you?”

Your face feels like it might be on fire, blood and heat rushing at the same time and burning quickly with shame at the realization that Eren knew all along, that he’s been playing this little game with you since his arrival and you never, not once, had the upper hand.

He feels more predatory than ever before, spreading your legs despite how your legs ache and your core is burning—even if you wanted more, you don’t think you could take it—but it doesn’t seem like Eren cares.

“U-uncle Eren, we shouldn’t- h-he might-” you start, but are cut off as Eren presses a finger to your lips.

“Sweetheart, isn’t that a little unfair? If you get to cum, and I don’t? Be a good girl and spread for me,” he says, and you feel your body comply automatically.

Your back’s on the couch now, Eren hovering over you. All it would take is a few steps in this direction after coming down the stairs for someone to find you, but you can hardly care when Eren’s shoving your dress up, exposing your panties and shoving them to the side, your wetness on display for him.

“One day, baby, when Daddy’s not here, I’m gonna fuck you stupid with my tongue—just not today,” and the words go straight to your head. Your heart thuds uncomfortably in your chest every time he mentions Zeke, a sense of guilt washing over you and replacing the pleasure you feel, but you forget all about it when you see Eren undos his pants and take out his hardened cock.

It’s plainly wrong to compare it to Zeke’s, and though it might not be longer, it’s definitely thicker, not as pretty but covered in throbbing veins that you can’t even imagine feeling inside you.

Eren’s about to grant your wish, running his cockhead over your sensitive clit once, twice, and just as you're expecting a third, he pushes inside of you.

A strangled, loud moan escapes your lips before he can cover your mouth again. It’s agonizing, not being able to make a sound as your step-uncle fucks you into the couch, movements picking up and a steady pace filling the room with obscene noises. You can’t see where the two of you are connected, since your eyes are locked with Eren’s pretty green ones, but you know you’re making a mess.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every thrust stretching you out, you think he’s ruined your cunt for anyone else—but that’s exactly what he wants.

It’s silent, save for the heavy patter of Eren’s balls against your ass with each thrust, the sound of his hips knocking with yours. He’s trying to keep his grunts silent, but it’s getting harder and harder with the way you’re clenching around him, so tight and wet and soft, he wonders what his brother did to deserve someone like you—he wonders why he doesn’t spend every minute inside you.

Your sensitive cunt tightens around him, knowing only another few strokes and grazes on your clit will be enough to tip you into your second orgasm. Your shaky hand finds Eren’s, pulling his wrist away from your face and meeting his lips again, releasing muffled moans into his mouth.

You know he’s close too, from the way his pace picks up, and you pull away just for a second, just to say three words.

“Please, Uncle Eren.”

And it’s enough to make his hips stutter, enough to uncoil the knot in your tense stomach and have your orgasm washing over you, as you feel Eren fill your cunt with his hot cum. Your lips are on each other, the lewd squelching of his slowing thrusts matching the small squeaks you release, until he finally pulls out and your panties snap back over your leaking cunt.

It’s hard to catch your breath, from your position laying down, feeling your tight hole throb and Eren’s cum spill out, probably onto the sofa seat. You adjust the top of your dress, covering your tits and pulling one strap up. When you’re fixing the skirt, you feel Eren’s hands pull the other strap onto your shoulder, hands lingering on your exposed skin.

You shy away from looking at him, despite how his cum is still inside you. It feels too intimate, almost, because a part of you thinks you were taken advantage of, and another part of you doesn’t ever want Eren to leave you.

Eren’s fingers find your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. You blink quickly, licking your swollen lips and biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

Neither of you speak, though you know what’s lingering in the air. You can tell he’s gotten what he wanted, and he’s going to leave, and yet you can’t stop yourself from speaking first, throat scratchy and dry and your words nothing more than a whisper.

“C-can I… did you- did you mean all those things you said? Before?”

And suddenly Eren understands everything, why you’re this way, why you need to be validated so badly, why his brother’s such a good match for you. He thinks he’d sacrifice anything too, like his marriage and a new life, just to make you happy.

“Of course I did, sweetheart. I meant every word of it.”

“Really?” There’s a soft smile on your lips, your eyes watery and he thinks it doesn’t have anything to do with how hard he fucked you.

“Yeah, I-”

“Well, what do we have here?” Zeke’s voice comes from behind you.

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[anonquack]

| Best Friend |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 10661

Warnings: Some curse words and overthinking. This one got a bit long!

Summary: After a CC Convention is announced, you and your friends plan to meet up for it. You expect to enjoy yourself with friends but instead are forced to deal with feelings you didn't even know you had. Luckily, your friends are there to give you a push in the right direction.

"Okay but height comparison between Quackity and Sapnap when??" You asked midst all the chaos occurring on that wonderful night. Despite your busy schedule, you'd gotten some time off to finally stream and some friends to keep you company.

Which resulted in this mess of a stream you were now broadcasting.

Your question caught their attention, and a soft scoff could be heard from Sapnap's mic.

"You're kidding, right? You're basically saying you need to CHECK that I'm taller when we already know that's true. You're insulting me." Sapnap said, the cockiness evident in his tone. You couldn't help but stare at your monitor in amusement at how sure of himself he sounded.

"That's not true. Literally check the height check Karl and I had versus the one Sapnap had with him." Quackity argued back, earning scoffs from almost everyone on the call.

"I know you're trying to use that to back you up, but you're just proving my point." Sapnap was intense whenever he became competitive or got into arguments, so you could only raise your brows as you watched chat fly by with their own opinions on the discussion, including their very questionable comments regarding Sapnap and how attractive he was being.

"Well, personally," Bad quipped in, "I think Sapnap's the taller one. Just makes the most sense since Quackity gives off Short Person Energy."

"Yeah? Well keep that WRONG opinion to yourself. That shit's embarrassing-"

"Language!" Bad interrupts Quackity, eliciting a laugh from everyone on call.

"You know chat," you call out after pondering on a solution for a bit, "We can figure this all out during the meetup!"

"Meetup?" Bad asked, confusion evident in his tone. You could almost see his furrowed brows and confused smile.

"Yes, Bad, meet-up. All four of us. Plus the others. And you guys, if you decide to go." The last bit was directed at the viewers. "Don't you remember? The convention is a thing that's supposed to be happening this year."

"Ohhh." He let out a small sound, as if his memory was finally coming back. "I haven't decided if I'm going yet." He admits softly.

"You most certainly are! You have to be there so I can beat BOTH Sapnap and you up once we all find out I'm the taller one." Quackity chimes in finally, teasing tone evident.

"As if," Sapnap scoffs, "Bad and I will literally kick your ass."

"Language." Soft as ever, and also a sign that it's getting late. You look over at your monitor, which displayed the time before letting out a small gasp.

"Oh- it's late. I hope I haven't been keeping you guys awake for too long. It's probably best we end for tonight anyway." You hum softly as you click some tabs away, noticing the faint sounds of stretching heard in the background of the call.

"It's fine, I wasn't even tired until you mentioned how late it was. You should've kept quiet." Quackity says with a patronizing tone, to which you simply chuckle.

"Thank you guys for sticking around. I really had a lot of fun.. we should do this more often. Us four." It was an honest confession, but perhaps too soft for them all and too personal for the audience to listen in on too.

"I had fun too, you should invite me to your streams more often, or, whatever." Sapnap mumbles, sounding a bit tired as well, but sincere despite the lack of care in his words.

It results in a small smile on your face anyway.

"Bye!! Thank you for inviting us, I'm gonna miss messing around with you all. Sleep well." Bad adds, a small whine to his voice as they all start saying their goodbyes.

As they finish up their goodbyes, you quickly deafen to start saying your own goodbyes to chat and thanking the last minute subs rolling in.

After all is over, you finish closing up the tabs, leaving the discord one last. As you're about to officially leave the call, you realize there is still one person there. He hadn't left.

"Quackity-?" You'd voiced out in confusion after undeafening. You'd thought they'd all leave while you took your sweet time saying goodbye.

"Yeah?" He sounded confused by your own confusion. You couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your face.

"Were you waiting for me to end or did you just forget to leave the call?" It was a genuine question, but perhaps a teasing tone slipped in towards the end.

"I was waiting, I'm not an asshole nor a dumbass." He lets out a laugh before continuing. "I just wanted to say I had fun tonight."

You hummed softly, "I'm glad you did. I had fun too."

"If I'm being honest, I wasn't feeling all too well, and just, joking around with you.. Sapnap, and Bad.. well it was just really nice. Thank you." His tone was soft, filled your headphones so nicely and brought comfort into the air.

"Oh, well it's good that you're feeling better now, but if you ever aren't feeling up for a stream.. please tell me, okay? Your wellbeing is much more important to me than a scuffed stream."

"No no, it's fine. I needed something to distract myself with and you all helped so much. It really got me excited for the meet-up. I- I can't wait to hang out with you in person. With all of you, I mean."

The smile on your face grew, almost to the point where it had your cheeks hurting. "I can't wait to hang out with all of you either. Good thing we won't have to wait long, hm?"

Faint sounds in the background of stretching and even softer yawns. "Mhm. Do you wanna switch to phone call?"

It was the usual invitation to fall asleep on call together. At this point, it almost felt strange whenever you headed to bed without Quackity mumbling stuff about his day to you or hearing the soft breathing sounds from his end of the call.

"Sounds good. Talk to you in a bit." You smiled, hearing a small bye from him before leaving the call. You turned off your whole setup for the night and headed straight to your bed.

It didn't take long for the phone to start ringing a few moments after you'd managed to lay down.

"Hi." You answered softly, placing the phone next to your head as you covered yourself with your blankets. It was only a matter of time before the sleepiness took over, but for now you'd enjoy Quackity's company.

"Hey." Was his response, voice sounding much closer now that you were laying down with your phone so close to your ear. It almost felt like he was laying down beside you.

You wondered for a split second what that would be like, if he'd be warm and welcoming or if he'd value his personal space while sharing a bed. As friends, of course.

You refocused on his voice as he began talking about his plans for the meet-up, and all the things he wanted to do once you all were in person. It was so sweet to hear how excited he was, and just how much he wanted to do with you all.

Sweet moments like these make you hyper-aware of the amazing friends you have, and how much love you have for them all. Tonight couldn't have been better, all thanks to them.

—

As the meet-up date gets closer, and more interactions happen during streams / calls / messages, it becomes more evident how much your friends mean to you; just how badly you want to meet all of them.

And as the date for the meet-up gets closer, responsibilities such as packing for your trip join your very long To-Do list.

You're on the phone with Bad as you both choose clothes to take, folding and packing them nicely. Making conversation, with Rat barking in the background occasionally, as the cherry on top.

Moments like these make you realize how good of a friend Badboyhalo is. He's kind, always knows what to say to help people feel better. He's funny, he's charming, full of love and support for his friends.

You two had been joking around on FaceTime for quite some time after you'd packed all essentials. He showed you tricks he'd managed to teach Rat, and you gave him an apartment tour.

Neither of you seemed to be getting tired, so you stayed on call until somehow you ended up sprawled on your sofa, laptop at hand, screen sharing YouTube videos. Bad was resting comfortably on his bed as small giggles left him at the absurdity of the videos you two were watching.

Every few minutes a small "We should do that," or a "Imagine Sapnap doing that," or a "I want to meet you all so bad," would be murmured into the air with only a hum of agreement to compliment it. It only made you yearn for your friends even more.

"Bad." You called out after quite a few random videos and lids getting heavier with each second.

"Yes?"

"When I see you, I'm gonna hug the shit out of you. I hope you know that." You said, small smile on your face as you watched his head lift up from the pillow at such a fast speed.

"Language-! But well, that would be nice. I will also be giving you tons of hugs. To all of you." He pauses for a second before continuing. "I was actually kinda nervous for the meetup, but now I'm just so excited."

"I'm really glad to hear that, Bad. I will make sure you enjoy yourself to the max."

"Thank you y/n," he replies softly, resting his head against the pillow again, "I will make sure you enjoy yourself too."

You smiled at the state he was in, you two would fall asleep in no time, so your thoughts were honestly incoherent, and your tongue could not be tamed as your thoughts wandered aimlessly.

"Do you think I can take Sapnap and Quackity in a fight? In case they try to beat me up?"

"I doubt they'll try to beat you up, they'll be too busy fighting each other, and he'll be too busy thinking about how cute you are." His words were slightly slurred at this point, and all you could do was laugh as you imagined a fight between Sapnap and Quackity as fans tried getting a picture with them.

It crossed your mind for half a second to ask who exactly would be thinking such a thing, but any sign of a functioning brain between you two was nonexistent at that very moment. So all you really said was, "Good. But I'm still going to be prepared just in case."

—

After so many excited calls and planning, the day was finally here. Everyone would be traveling out today to meet up at the house you'd all managed to rent for the week / weekend you guys would be staying there. This way, you'd all be able to maximize the time spent together, and also save money. It sounded like a wonderful idea, really.

After arriving in the city, you patiently waited for the driver that'd be taking you there. You couldn't help but realize just how anxious you were starting to feel. The moment when you'd meet all your friends was getting closer and closer. What if it wasn't everything you'd expected? Or if it was awkward?

The ride there was too quick. Before you knew it, you were pulling your luggage out the trunk and heading up the path that lead to the front door. You stood still for a few seconds before your knuckles were knocking against the firm wood. The noise echoing for a few seconds as you stood in anticipation.

The door swung open, and with a big grin, you were pulled into a hug by no other than Badboyhalo. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as well, not wanting to let go. He was finally here! And he was real! Real, so so real. Any concerns you had on the way here slowly dissipated the longer he had you in his warm hold.

"Bad!" You said happily, slightly squishing him as your embrace tightened for a few seconds. Seriously too good to be true, but true nonetheless.

As he finally pulled away to smile at you, you felt lightheaded at the insane rush of dopamine in your system. As your head finally cleared up, you realized someone else was walking towards you two.

He wore a small smile on his face as he approached, it slowly growing as he got closer and as excitement became harder and harder to contain.

"Quackity." You called out, face lighting up immediately at the sight of him.

"Hi." He responded, sheepish smile on his face. Had he always looked this good?

It only took a few steps before your arms were around him, pulling him close. Although your firm grip caught him off-guard, he managed to melt into the hug soon after, arms wrapping around you as well.

"Big Q! Quackity! Alex!" You smiled as you pulled away, hand reaching up to give his cheek a light squish. You couldn't really help yourself, he was just too pleasing for your eyes. If the dopamine from earlier wasn't already too much, having him this close and feeling oh so real was even more deadlier.

He laughed at your affectionate touch, obviously not having enough of you either. It didn't take long for him to pull you back in for another embrace. "Holy shit." he mumbled into the hug, "You're actually fucking here. I can't believe it y/n." His tone was soft and it had you melting into his embrace all over again. It was intoxicating in the best way, but eventually you both pull away, smiling at each other with so much appreciation.

You hadn't really taken into account just how excited you were to see all your friends, especially someone as important as Quackity. The one you told almost everything to during late night calls, the person you could honestly consider a best friend. All of them were that to you, but it just felt so much stronger with him. You didn't really know how to explain it.

Before you could even give your mind time to dwell, Quackity was being pulled off you by none other than Sapnap and Karl, which quickly replaced Quackity's arms with their own.

"Guys!!" You called out happily as you hugged them back just as tightly. "Am I really the last one here? Where's Dream, or George?"

"We've literally been waiting like an hour for you to get here! We were all getting impatient." Karl laughed as he finally pulled away from the hug.

"Seriously impatient." Mumbled Sapnap into your shoulder before letting go from the warm embrace. "What took so long?"

"Sorry that I don't live as close to here as you guys do. My flight took longer than expected too."

"Who cares! At least you're finally here." Dream's voice, followed by heavy footsteps on the floor, and laughter as George ran over to where you stood with your suitcase.

"Y/N!! We're all finally together." You almost closed your eyes instinctively from how bright his smile was. George's energy was so contagious, you couldn't help but return the energy he was giving you.

Finally, you turned to Dream, who was standing there in all his tall glory.

"Holy shit." You mumbled as you eyed him from head to toe. "You're so fucking tall."

Laughter erupted from everyone before big arms wrapped around you, filling you with warmth and love. You were finally here with all your friends, and it was better than you could've ever imagined.

"Okay," Karl announces once everyone had greeted each other and given all the much needed hugs, "We were actually thinking movie night so we can all just relax and enjoy each other's company. What do you think, y/n?"

"You aren't getting any complaints from me. What movie are we watching?"

At that, Karl and Sapnap raced off to see who could get the remote control faster. You assumed it was in regards to who had the power to choose what everyone watched.

You watched in amusement as Karl and Sapnap argued over what movie to watch, George chiming in here and there just to fuel the lighthearted argument.

"Did you think they'd be just as annoying in person?" You jumped slightly at the sudden voice coming from behind you, but quickly relaxed as Quackity stood beside you.

"No, I also didn't think it was such a big deal who got to choose the movie." Your eyes trailed back to the arguing pair.

"Oh hush. The food Dream ordered isn't even here so really we're doing you all a favor. Taking our time to choose wisely." Karl argued back, to which Dream laughed.

"I guess that's one way to see it, but it's almost here according to the app, so hurry up."

Silence, before the arguing resumed and filled the living room with a pleasing buzz.

You watched as Dream headed over to you and gently placed his hand onto your shoulder, "Let me show you where your room is so you can get all comfy before movie night starts, yeah?"

"Thank you, Dream. I'd actually really appreciate that." With that, you gave Quackity a small wave before following after Dream. Freshening up after sitting in a plane for hours would certainly help make the rest of the night 10x more pleasant.

—

Once you'd walked back out into the living room, you saw everyone had their plate of food, everyone already comfy in their spots.

You looked around before spotting the empty seat beside Alex and the plate of food you assumed was for you.

"Hurry! He's not gonna bite. Sit down so we can finally start movie night." Sapnap whined the longer you stood around.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that.." George mumbled before receiving a stiff elbow in the ribs from the person seated next to him.

"Language." The last fatal blow.

Dream chuckled before pointing at the available seat. "We even waited for you in order to start eating, so sit your ass down."

You playfully rolled your eyes as they all started complaining about how long you were taking. You sat down beside him, giving him a glance before picking up the plate of food before you. It was still nice and steamy, just like Dream had said it would be after dropping you off in your room. You hadn't realized just how hungry you were until now.

After taking a few bites and hearing the movie start, your gaze returned to the person peacefully sat next to you, taking a few seconds to truly take in the sight before you.

He was wearing a plain black short-sleeve shirt, and some basketball shorts. He looked so comfortable. And even indoors with friends, the beanie kept his hair away from his face and hidden, poorly, but hidden nonetheless.

You smiled as you got comfortable as well, admiring how the light from the TV illuminated his face before finally deciding to focus on the actual entertainment Karl and Sapnap had worked so hard to pick. All for movie night.

The movie was interesting, and you couldn't help the few times you almost choked on your food due to all the jokes being slipped in throughout the movie. Maybe Karl was right about how it takes time to pick the perfect film that fit the mood. A good laugh, some good food, and the company and comfort from friends was the best thing to do on the first day together.

Before you all knew it, you were 2 movies in and all in drowsy states.

Everyone excused themselves, the exception being George and Quackity whom had fallen asleep towards the end of the second movie. Dream agreed to wake George up, meanwhile you turned to the sleeping figure next to you.

He looked too cute, mouth slightly open from the uncomfortable position he'd fallen asleep in. You gently shook his shoulder. "Alex." You called out a few times, until finally his eyes fluttered open and he slowly looked around in confusion.

"You fell asleep during the movie. We're all heading to bed for the day, come on."

Regardless of his sleepy state, he stood and followed as you two headed to your rooms.

"Goodnight, Alex."

"Night, y/n."

As you finally laid in your bed for the next week, you couldn't help but feel so fortunate to have such a wonderful opportunity to meet all of your friends and share a home with them.

You couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for you all.

—

It was a lazy morning and lazy afternoon the next day, the only exceptions being going out for lunch, but besides that everything was done in the comfort of their home.

Dream, Sapnap, and Karl were busy playing a multiplayer game in the living room while Bad, George, and Quackity messed around in the kitchen, eating snacks and making up the absolute dumbest shit to stay entertained.

It seemed difficult to choose which group to spend time with, but you found yourself headed towards the kitchen within seconds of contemplation. Sitting on a chair laughing at George's dumb jokes, egging Bad on, and laughing along to Quackity's contagious laughter.

You found yourself coincidentally seated beside Alex as you all continued to chat and mess around. After some time, the other three joined in, and dinner was ordered so they could all eat together after a long day of lazing around.

You'd all rented out the house for a few days before the convention in order to be able to enjoy more time together, so lazing around today hadn't really seemed like a waste of time, or like it could've been spent better. You'd definitely suggest actually going out for dinner rather than just ordering online for the rest of your stay though.

Before you knew it, chaotic dinner was over and people were headed straight to bed, a certain pair deciding to stay awake just a bit longer in the living room.

You rolled your eyes at their bullshit excuses before heading straight to your room. You quickly changed into sleepwear before sitting in bed and simply scrolling through social media. Honestly, you were tired but not to the point where you could easily doze off. Something felt like it was missing, and you silently racked your brain for answers while continuing the mindless scrolling on your phone.

About 30 minutes later, there was a soft knock on your door. Any distraction was welcome at this point, so you called out to let them know they could walk in.

Before you stood Alex, who seemed to be fresh out of the shower. He was in his sleepwear as well, but the beanie was nowhere in sight. His black hair was out in display, most likely to let it dry, but such a sight still had you in shock.

Not that you hadn't seen it before, but it always surprised you. No matter how many glimpses Quackity provided you with.

You stared in shock for a few seconds longer before snapping out of it and telling him to come in. He smiled and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"I couldn't sleep." He stated, before deciding to further explain. "I almost called you right now before going to bed.. I guess that's just how used I got to our calls-? But then I realized you're literally in the same house as me."

Ah. So was that what was missing? The reason why you couldn't doze off as easily? Because you weren't on call with him?

"That's true, I guess." You hummed before chuckling, "What's wrong with talking on the phone while we're here too?"

"You kidding? I'm not trying to be like Dream and Sapnap who still voice call and barely see each other even though they literally live together." You laughed at his comment, making him laugh as well at the absurdity of that situation.

"So what does that mean? You came to sleep here or something?" It was a joke, really. But I mean, why else would this dude be standing here by your door, talking about how he wanted to sleep call but instead found himself here.

"If you'd let me."

You almost choked at how easily he answered, was he joking too or was he actually expecting you to let him climb into bed? To sleep, of course, but it still had you taken-aback.

"You're serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

You stared at him for a bit before shrugging, "Get in then."

Nothing wrong with 'sleep calling' in person, right? Laying in the same bed, chatting until each other's voices lulled them to sleep. I mean, just because it was in person this time didn't make it any weirder. They'd slept on call together too many times to count. This was fine.

Alex smiled as he closed the door behind him and headed onto your bed, starting to get comfortable.

As you two lay there, you couldn't help but turn to your side and simply stare over at him. His hair to be exact. He'd never had it visible for this long, on group calls, normal calls, or just showing glimpses. It felt so surreal.

"What?" He mumbled.

"It's just- your hair. It looks so nice. You look nice." You smiled at the sight before adding, "You should do a hair reveal already so everybody can see this."

He turned to lay on his side as well so he could be facing you. "Hell no. Plus, doesn't it make you feel special? Being one of the few people who have seen it? Especially up close and personal."

The last part made you realize just how close you two had gotten within the last few seconds. Being at this proximity made you realize a lot more facial details you hadn't noticed before, probably due to camera quality and pixels.

Your hand slowly reached out, coming to a halt next to his head. He realized what you were trying to do and came a bit closer, letting your fingers gently run through his hair. After a few seconds, it all felt too natural.

There you were, laying in bed with Alex, gently playing with his dark locks as you talked about who knows what and simply enjoyed each others company.

This is basically what those late night calls felt like. Except this was definitely way better. It had the physical aspect of it that calls did not. You got to see him in such perfect resolution face to face, without worrying about any possible lag. You both were real. Basking in each others presences happily.

It didn't take too long for you both to fall asleep, and it didn't take too long either for your sleeping bodies to find comfort in the heat sources nearby.

What started as a simple arm draped around the other to steal a bit of body heat turned into having him close enough to smell the scent that lingered on him from his shower. Close enough for his grip on you to feel just a bit too intimate. Close enough where maybe their noses touched.

That was possibly the comfiest 9 hours of sleep either of them had gotten in a long fucking time.

—

The warmth you find yourself surrounded by makes it hard to get out of bed. As you attempt to fall back asleep, you realize that you're not tired. On the contrary, this might be the most satisfied (in terms of energy and sleep) you've felt in a long time.

What the fuck??

That's when that warmth you'd loved not even a minute ago comes to mind. At first you'd thought it might've been the blanket, but one glimpse to the side answers all your questions.

Alex was the one providing you with this comfortable and lovely warmth. He'd come over last night talking about 'sleep calling' in person. How could you forget?

The tension that had spiked in your body at the realization that someone was in bed with you oozed away as you looked at his peaceful state. He looked.. cute.

A few hair strands were on his face, and you couldn't help as your hand instinctively reached out to get them off his face. You hoped it wouldn't wake him up. He looked too peaceful.

As his face came into full view now, you openly stared, noticing the little moles he had all over his face. It was like stars splattered on the night sky.

As your gaze lowered and lingered on his lips, you realized just how pink they really were. And how unbelievably soft-looking they were. It brought you back a memory of his smile from yesterday while you both ate and watched the movie. You hadn't really caught the bit that had made him laugh since you were staring at him. He had a really pretty smile.

Your thoughts were interrupted at the realization that his eyelids had fluttered open, and were now staring up at you.

Oh God. You probably looked like such a creep right now. The heat that was rising up your spine and onto your cheeks must've been obvious, since he let out a small laugh.

"Were you enjoying the view?"

His morning voice took you by surprise. Sure, you'd heard it during calls sometimes, but this was on another level. It was wonderful.

"I was debating whether or not I should wake you up. You looked too peaceful." You answered, trying your best to steady your embarrassment. It wasn't necessarily a lie. He just didn't have to know all the other thoughts that crossed your mind.

He chuckled at that, before stretching a bit. "Thanks for letting me wake up on my own." He sat up, looking over at you with a small, satisfied smile. "That might've been the best sleep I've gotten in a while."

"Me too." You admitted, soft smile on your lips meant for him and him only. He stared back before returning the smile.

You two stayed in peaceful silence before deciding now was probably the best time to get up and get some breakfast with the rest of them. "We should get dressed so we can go eat."

He simply nodded before giving a small wave, heading back to his own room.

It didn't take long before you were heading out of your room and following the faint laughter into the kitchen. They were seated at the table, barely setting plates down and getting ready to eat. Just in time.

"Y/N! Good morning." Karl smiled, waving you over to the available seat beside him. Everybody else called out their good mornings as you got settled into your seat.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up." Sapnap mumbled from the seat across you. "You and Quackity sleep so fucking much."

You tensed a bit at that. Did they know you two had slept together? In the same bed? Had they tried waking you up and found you two together?

It's not what it looks like, is what you'd probably say as an explanation. Even if they didn't ask for one.

George nods in agreement, "Sapnap and I almost went and knocked on both of your doors. But we figured you both must be tired, so we just came to get breakfast ready."

Okay, perhaps they didn't know. Afterall, they were suggesting that Quackity was still in his own room. "I'm sure he'll get here in a bit." You responded, thanking Dream as he set a cup down on the table for you.

"Finally! Sleeping beauty chooses to come grace us with his presence." Sapnap greeted. You turned your head to see none other than Quackity flipping Sapnap off as he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed for the day, and had his hair hidden away with a beanie.

"How'd you sleep?" Bad asks as Alex finally sits down at the table.

"Wonderful. Best sleep I've gotten in a while." His eyes meet yours for a bit, and you can't help but smile at the implications of his words. You'd helped him sleep well. He felt comfy with you. He smiled back before looking back to the cup being given to him.

"Mm that's good." Bad nodded, before serving whatever breakfast him and Dream had managed to cook for everyone. Bad never failed to amaze you, talented as always.

"We were planning on going out today, is everyone up for it?" George asks, looking around the table for any signs of complaints.

"Honestly I'm all for it. I want to spend time with you all, exploring or just looking around." Sapnap answered, to which you cooed.

"Aww Sapnap, we'd love to spend time with you too."

"I'd fucking hope so. Now where did you want to go, George?"

"Dream and I were researching fun things to do here and we found a pretty good list. Just need you all to say yes and we can head out after breakfast."

He wasn't getting any no's, so the plans were set. Everybody ate their breakfasts before heading out the door to wherever Dream and George planned on taking them.

As you all walked to your destination, which wasn't too far according to George, you found yourself walking beside Bad.

"So, Quackity huh?" You ripped your eyes off from where they were to look back at him.

"Huh?"

"You and Quackity." He wasn't elaborating any further, which left you confused.

"What? What about him?"

"Well, you were staring at him right now and-"

"Oh. I zoned out, Bad. I'm sorry. Hopefully you didn't get the wrong idea." You interrupted him, letting out a small laugh.

"Well, that's not really what gave me the 'wrong idea'.. it was mainly the smiles and stares you two were giving each other this morning. And well, in general. Wanna fill me in on something?" He raised his brow, putting some space between you two and the rest of them by slowing his pace.

Your eyes widened slightly as you slowed down as well. "He was staring at me?"

He nodded, before adding "As much as you were staring at him."

You opened your mouth to try and explain yourself, before you heard Dream calling out to you two, saying they found the place. You gave Bad an apologetic smile before walking with him to where the others stood.

You'd come to a place with food, alcohol, and arcade games. You couldn't have expected less from Dream and George. It was perfect for this group.

You watched as Karl and George bought the cards you'd all be using to play the games. Soon after, they came back and handed everyone their card. Everyone was ready to split off to play different games.

"Y/N and I are going to fetch a table so we can leave our stuff there." Bad said with a smile. You looked over at him knowingly before nodding in agreement.

The rest of them nodded, Sapnap grabbing Dream's arm and racing off with him to the games. Karl, George, and Quackity went off to another game, excited chatter following them.

You walked beside Bad in search of a table quietly, watching as he looked around before finally approaching a table big enough to seat you all.

He sat down, looking at you expectantly. You did the same and cleared your throat as his gaze remained on you. You let out a small sigh.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." He smiled a bit at that. "I mean, he came to my room last night, said he couldn't sleep, and then we slept together. That's it."

You watched as his eyes widened slightly at the information he'd just gotten before your own eyes widened.

"Wait- no no! Not like that. I meant he literally slept with me. Like we fell asleep together." You could feel the heat rushing up to your face. "He said he got used to our sleep calling and I just let him sleep in my bed. It was really comfy."

You looked up, his stunned face making the heat rise faster. "Woah. I thought the cheeky little glances you guys were giving each other was things starting to get good, but you already shared a bed with him??" He let out an amused laugh.

"It's not that big of a deal, Bad. We sleep call all the time.." You felt sort of embarrassed, hearing his reactions and telling him things that felt more intimate than they should be.

"Uh? Not a big deal?? You're kidding right?" He let out a laugh, happy smile on his face. "You guys like each other!"

"Bad-! Keep it down please.. and we certainly do not." You were sweating at this point, Bad was so energetic and happy right now, and the thought of Alex hearing any of this had you on edge.

But the most discomforting part of it all was how much truth his words held. Did you actually like him?

"Am I lying, y/n?"

I don't know, is what you would've said, if it wasn't for the confusion clouding all your senses.

"y/n?"

You looked over at him, mouth slightly open, trying to form your thoughts. "You really think I like him?"

"I mean, I've been having a feeling. Since before the meet up."

What? Was it obvious for everyone? How had it taken this long for you to realize it? Those intrusive thoughts while you were staring at him this morning in bed. Had those always been there? Was he aware of your possible feelings?

"Holy fuck, Bad. A lot of it is starting to make sense." Your eyes were slightly wide from the fear of what this implied. What this meant for your friendship with him. "I-I think I do like him."

He seemed to notice how tense and shocked you looked, so he reached out and held your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

At the moment, you were connecting all the pieces, and things were slowly starting to make sense. Why you acted a certain way around him, random thoughts thinking he was cute, the need to meet him as soon as possible. God, why had it taken so long for you to realize?

"I mean, at least you ended up liking a nice muffin, right?" It sounded more like a question, which had you letting out a laugh. "What I mean is that he's a good guy, liking him isn't horrible. I can see why you'd end up liking him. Plus- I think everyone can see you two are pretty close."

His words helped ease the tension building up in your shoulders, but your head was still spinning. "I know he's nice, but in what sense? As in, I'll confess and he'll reject me nicely?" You paused, tensing up at just the thought of how awkward that would be. "I'd hate to ruin our friendship just because my dumbass caught feelings."

"Language." He mumbles, before letting out a small sigh. "He's nice as in he'll be understanding if he DOES reject you. But did you miss the last part of my speech? I said your friendship with Quackity is very different, anyone can tell you guys are really close. I can see where these feelings might've come from."

"Just because we're close doesn't excuse me having feelings for him. I mean, what does that say about me? Unable to have close friends without growing romantic feelings for them?" Your voice sounds hushed, as if it's dangerous to admit your feelings out loud.

"I'd say we're close friends, do we have romantic feelings for each other?" He asks softly, playing with your fingers absent-mindedly.

"I mean, I love you tons."

"I love you too, but it's not in the way you like Quackity, right?"

You kept quiet, gently biting at the inside of your cheek. Your brain was looking for ways to invalidate your feelings, tell you it wasn't right, but Bad was fighting through that and trying to reason with you.

"We both love all of our friends, and are really close to them.. but what you and Quackity have is different. I can see why you ended up liking him. Plus.. I really don't think he'd reject you. In fact, I think he likes you too."

"Bad." You warned, unsure you could handle overthinking the possibility that he liked you too right now. The realization of your own feelings was already too much.

"I'm just saying." He says, raising both hands in playful surrender. The sight elicits a small laugh from you.

But maybe.. maybe you were a bit curious. "You really think so?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. Plus, this is coming from someone who's been friends with both of you for a very long time. I see and notice things."

"Thank you, Bad. I really appreciate you and just‐ thanks for talking this through with me." It's honest and raw. He'd watched you sit at this table, trying to work everything out in your brain, and had just been endlessly supportive.

"Of course. I'm here if you need anything, alright? Now, just relax and let's go play some games, yeah?"

"Okay.. let's go!" You smiled and tugged at his hand, leading him over to where Sapnap and Dream were playing.

There was no way you were letting your own feelings ruin the fun of good food and some arcade games. You'd deal with that later.

—

Bad's advice and pep talks are top tier, but sometimes he oversteps. He doesn't mean any harm, but at times it is just too much. This is one of those times.

There's just a few days left before the big convention, and honestly the time spent together so far has been an absolute bliss. And well-spent considering you've all been out and about more often.

You find yourself in the living room with all of them, joking around and making up stupid songs while Quackity plays a beat he claimed to have made himself on his phone. It's peaceful, and no joke is taken too far. Until Bad starts trying to be the 'best wingman', as he likes to claim.

"Quackity, you should write a song for them, and perform it here in front of everyone." He says as he nudges you suggestively, a knowing smile on his face. It's so sudden and you need to make sure you heard correctly. You can feel yourself tense up at the thought of Quackity making a song dedicated to you. Specifically you. No one else.

Of course, it comes off as a joke, but since Bad knows you like Quackity it just seems way more personal. It seems like he's making it so obvious, but maybe everyone else is painfully oblivious. Clueless.

"Wow Bad. You just want him to roast the shit out of me, don't you? That's messed up." You make a noise of disappointment, trying your best to sound calm and collected.

George laughs at that, "Wowww Bad, that's pretty messed up. But you should, Quackity. Make one about Y/N and their muffins. It'll be funny." George didn't know a thing, but it felt like he was making it worse. As if there was a specific reason why they teased him into making a song about you.

With the playful cheering of everyone around him, he cleared his throat and a new beat started to play on his phone. Before you knew it, he was singing about your fictional muffins and how he would order a dozen, and found a way to include Rat slander in there as well.

Maybe you were stressing out for no reason at all. Perhaps you were the only one taking it weirdly and everyone else was just joking around making stupid songs up on the spot. You took a deep breath, and began to relax.

As the night continued, you tried to avoid any possible spotlight, focusing on getting George and Sapnap to go at each other, and the others egging them on so all you really had to do was watch the chaos ensue. It would all just lead to Sapnap calling the rest of them out and starting more playful fights.

As arguments kept coming up, the one you'd all been talking about on that one stream came to mind.

"Wait.. we still haven't done that height check between Quackity and Sapnap." Karl said with a shocked laugh. "How many days have we been together exactly?"

"Too long." Dream chimed in, eager to see the short people fighting over height they didn't have. At least not compared to him.

"Oh yeah huh." Sapnap said in realization. "Stand the fuck up right now, Quackity." He stood to his full height, puffing up his chest to try and appear taller or bigger.

Quackity rolled his eyes, "You guys only brought that up because I was clearly beating you guys in that argument."

"Okay? Stand up then."

If you were a person passing by hearing this conversation, you'd think a brawl was about to break out. Maybe you'd call security. But having context, it really was just Sapnap in his arguing mood, petty and trying to prove a point. There was no way he was sitting down until he proved he was taller than Quackity.

A small grumble of disapproval left Quackity's mouth before he stood to full height. Bad walked over and lead Quackity towards Sapnap, telling them to stand back to back so everyone could see the height difference.

You sat there in anticipation as Bad got them set up, watched as they compared heights very carefully, watched as the results were announced, and watched as Sapnap cheered and screamed some shit in Quackity's face when it turned out he was a few inches taller than Alex.

To make things funnier, Dream walked over in amusement and checked their height difference himself, making the other two look so much smaller than they already did. It was always a pleasant shock seeing just how tall Dream was compared to the average person.

This lead to height checks between all of them, trying to figure out who was the tallest (easy) and who was the shortest.

After everyone had gotten tired from the playful arguments and day they had, they began leaving to their rooms to freshen up or get comfy, probably needing a break from the banter.

Dream, George, and Karl had agreed to go pick up something to eat while the rest of you guys stayed in the living room. Just chatting now, relaxing, no height wars or petty arguments. Kinda.

"By the way, I found this one cool shop with a bunch of anime stuff. You're coming with me to check it out, right?" Sapnap asks, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded you all while scrolling on your phones.

You looked up in confusion, not sure who he was talking to. His eyes met yours, and he gave you a look that said he was waiting for your response. "You wanna go with me?" You ask, a bit shocked since you'd expect him to go with Karl or something.

"Duh. We could look through the whole shop and see what we can find. Maybe go eat afterwards." He explains with a smile. He seems excited, and his energy is just so contagious, you can't help but smile as well.

"Well, since we're all here I'm assuming we're invited as well. Right, Sapnap?"

It's Quackity, inserting himself into the conversation, eyebrows raised and lawyer voice on, ready to fight Sapnap on this. This earns him a scoff from Sapnap.

"Don't think you'll wanna come with us. I know it's not really your thing."

"Sapnap, I'm sure he can join. Don't you see he's pouting? Plus, I'm sure food will cheer the baby up." You tease, watching as Quackity's facial expression changes into a scowl.

"Yeah right. Plus, it's rude to ask them out in front of Bad and I. We're literally their plus twos."

Bad snorts. "Plus twos? He's definitely not letting us tag along now."

Sapnap nods. "You literally have so many other days you can spend with them. Let me have my moment. Ask them out yourself if you want later."

You stiffen at the implication he's making, unable to stop the confused frown that appears on your face.

"Whatever." Quackity mumbles, before quickly switching the conversation to his beanie and what he should do to stop fans from snatching it off his head.

The topic of conversation is interesting, and quite frankly very funny, but you can't help but focus on Sapnap's comment.

Surely, he meant no harm. But you can't help the feeling that your little secret you'd shared with Bad was growing more noticeable. And if Sapnap knew? How long would it take for Quackity to realize and push you away?

"Y/N?"

You blink away your state of confusion as you refocus on the conversation. "Huh?"

"I said, how does superglue sound? For his beanie and stuff." Bad had been calling out to you, trying to reinvite you into the conversation. Apparently, you'd been quiet for a while.

"You're such an asshole, Bad. You just want to see me bald so bad." Quackity huffed.

"Not true! Also language."

Bittersweet. Your own thoughts were ruining the fun conversation your friends were having. How to answer this without seeming too obvious? Not like a pining idiot?

"I mean, so what if your hair falls out? The beanie will cover it. It's worth it."

"Plus," adds Sapnap, "your fans have been saying you're bald anyway. Prove them right."

"You're all no help to me and my problems." Quackity finally mutters, earning a laugh from the three of you.

His problems. You wouldn't wanna add another by making him have to deal with a friend trying to get out of the friend zone. You really need to get your feelings in check.

Honestly, you need to get better at hiding this shit. You can't just keep going quiet or getting lost in thought whenever someone suggests anything NOT platonic between you and Alex. I mean, it's ridiculous at this point. Bad is giving you stares, Sapnap might know by now, George might know. Hell, maybe even Quackity knows.

Too much. As soon as the others get back, you excuse yourself and call it a day.

—

Sapnap had been serious about going to that Japanese shop. He'd woken you up early, made you get dressed, and was dragging you out the house before the others could bat an eyelid.

Honestly? You'd had a lot of fun. Watching him look through all the items, picking out everything he wanted, getting matching plushies and these tiny figurines that ended up being too fucking expensive for their size. He'd been so happy, you even offered to pay for his meal in exchange for what he'd bought you earlier.

Throughout your adventures with Sapnap, you received a few notifications from Quackity, asking what you guys were up to, when you'd be back, and whether Sapnap was forcing you to stay over there with him. Sapnap and you rolled your eyes at that last bit, sending him a picture of you two flipping off the camera. All jokes, of course, and in return you received a picture of Quackity doing the same. Then he began claiming that you guys could stay there all day for all he cared.

"Seems like someone is jealous." Sapnap had said after reading Quackity's messages. You looked over at him in surprise before he quickly pocketed your phone, dragging you along to a new section of the store he'd wanted to check out.

Did Sapnap really think so? Could there be a chance Alex actually liked you, like Bad had suggested?

Beside your overthinking, the day had been well-spent, and by the time you got home, you were ready to get out of your outside clothes and into your PJs.

As you finally walked out into the living room, you watched with an amused smile as Sapnap sat with the rest of them, showing them everything he had bought at the shop, including little gifts he'd brought for them all.

No matter how 'careless', he came across, Sapnap was truly a softie. It was endearing watching him hand out the gifts you two had bought at the shop.

You made your way over to the couch, sitting beside Quackity and giving him a smile as he raised his brow. "Don't think I forgot that picture you sent me earlier today."

"You know I didn't mean it." You mumbled as you returned your gaze to Sapnap and his cheerful smile.

"You owe me an apology. And you need to make it up to me."

You scoffed at that, "You flipped me off too."

"And? You did it first. I'm the injured party here."

"Fine." You sighed, turning you gaze back at him. "How can I make it up to you?"

"Mmm.. how about we 'sleep call' again?" You froze at his suggestion, looking over at the others to see if they were listening in on your conversation.

They weren't, all too entranced with the small rant Bad was going on about a certain manga Sapnap had bought.

How could this man just admit that you two slept together with his whole chest. Without a care in the world for who was listening.

"Is that really all you want?" Stunned was the only word to truly describe how you were feeling at the moment.

"I mean, for now. I'll have to see tomorrow if I feel any better."

You rolled your eyes at that. He would most likely take advantage of that and drag it on for as long as he could. "Did you really miss me that much, Alex? Need to make up for the time lost today?"

"Wow. You're trying to make me look desperate now?"

"I just think that's how an outsider listening in on our conversation would interpret it."

"Y'know what? Let's go right now. Since you wanna call me desperate."

Again. Stunned. How was this man acting like it was nothing? This shit wasn't normal. Last time wasn't too bad because you didn't know, but now? You'd be too focused on not making it seem romantic, just purely platonic laying on the same bed together with your friend who you don't have feelings for.

It didn't take long for everyone to start heading to their rooms. He excused himself, and you followed a few minutes after, heading to your room in a daze.

As you waited for him to come to your room, you couldn't help but wonder if it'd be the same as last time. Would you be able to play with his hair or cuddle close in a strictly platonic way? Maybe you could call him bro a few times so it didn't seem like you liked him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and revealing him in all his glory. He looked so comfy, and the beanie was once again nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps you were overreacting, but you felt this was his way of letting you know he trusted you. That he was truly comfortable around you.

This time, he felt more at ease entering your personal space. He got into bed and got comfy on his own. It didn't take long before he was facing you again, just like last time.

You smiled at him and did the same as him, your previous plans of putting distance and calling him bro getting thrown out the window at this new sight of him.

He looked so cute, just laying there and looking at you. He looked so warm too, you couldn't wait until you actually got to pull him close and blame it on your sleepy state.

"So," he started, "how was your date with Sapnap?"

Huh? The tone really caught you off guard.

"It wasn't a date. We just went to look at some manga he wanted, and got little gifts for everyone. Went to eat."

"Sounds like a date."

You narrowed your eyes at him. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Well, it wasn't. Why does it matter to you though?"

"It doesn't."

"Then?? You jealous or something?" You raised a brow, genuinely confused, but also wanting to see his reaction to the last bit. Maybe it'd give you some insight on his feelings for you. If there was any.

"I'm just making sure! Sue me for trying to respect anything that could possibly be going on between you two." He paused. "I wouldn't want to be asking you to sleep with me and then it turns out you and Sapnap are a thing."

You paused and simply stared at him. Was this dude serious? He was worried about you and Sapnap dating, when in reality you liked HIM? Sick and twisted.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Sapnap and I aren't a thing. I like someone else." You answered, and honestly you don't know why you said that.

He paused for a bit, expression unreadable before simply nodding. "And is it possible to know who this someone is??"

How did you end up in this position? It wasn't that long ago that you were confessing to Bad about your feelings for Alex while surrounded by fucking arcade games. And now you were in bed with him while he asked who your crush was. Leave it to you to mess up this badly.

You took a few more moments to just lay there with him, hand eventually going to his hair and gently playing with it. "I don't want to ruin anything." You finally responded.

It was the truth. You could just tell him, but you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if your revelation lead to him growing distant, or him rejecting you and ruining the rest of the trip.

At that, he sat up, making your hand slip out from where it had been playing with his hair. "Are you afraid you'll hurt my feelings?"

You sat up as well, staring at him for a bit before shaking your head. "I'm afraid you'll hurt mine."

"I wouldn't dare." He said reassuringly, hand reaching out to intertwine with yours.

It might've been the adrenaline rushing through your body, or the pessimist in you just telling you to get over with it, but you sat there and confessed that you liked him.

At first, there wasn't much of a response beside his wide eyes and stunned smile. You didn't necessarily know what that meant. Was he on the verge of laughter or was he shocked because he liked you as well?

The silence was killing you, and you swear you could feel tears threatening to spill as he continued to just stare. Nothing could've possibly been worst than his silence at that moment.

"You really do like me? Me, Alex Quackity?" Were his first words, and you watched as he shook his head, as if he was trying to make sense of it all.

"I don't expect you to feel the same or-"

"No no. You like me?"

He was trying to get you to repeat it, or admit it again, but it was torture.

"... I do."

He smiled at that, coming closer and using his free hand to cup your cheek. "Yeah? Well, it's your lucky day because.. I like you too."

You really couldn't believe what you were hearing. Bad had been right about him liking you as well. If he found out, he'd brag about being right and being the 'best wingman' for so long.

"Seriously?" It never hurt to double check.

"Yeah."

And with that, the distance between you two was closed. Soft lips pressed against each other awkwardly at first, not used to kissing your best friend, but it soon melted into a sweet first kiss.

After he pulled away, you gently cupped his cheeks as well, smiling at just how unbelievable this was. The guy you'd been unknowingly pining for this whole time actually liked you back, and you'd just kissed him on your bed. Bonus: he was staying the whole night for some cuddles.

You laid back down, pulling him with you and simply wrapped your arms around him, leaving small and shy kisses on his cheek, not used to this at all, testing what was okay and what wasn't. But his smile and kisses he was giving you as well told you he was more than fine with this.

"Does this make up for it?" You mumble against his own lips, teasing tone evident.

"Yes, yes it does."

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The next morning was when the countdown finally came to an end. The day you'd all been waiting for; The Convention.

You knew this meant getting up, eating breakfast, and starting to get ready. It was a big day.

But when Quackity wanted to lay down for just a bit longer, how could you possibly say no?

This lead to you both having to walk out of your room and head straight to the kitchen 15 minutes later. There was no time to waste by pretending to have come out of your own rooms and at different times.

As you both approached the dinner table and sat down, you realized the table was dead silent, all eyes on both of you.

You looked up, making eye contact with Bad. He had this knowing grin on his face, and you couldn't help it as you felt the heat rushing up to your face. Quackity seemed unfazed by it all, simply yawning and beginning to eat his breakfast.

"So did it work or what?" Sapnap broke the silence, an expectant look on his face as he stared between you and Quackity.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, now feeling very confused.

Bad couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, and burst out into happy giggles.

"Well we were trying to make Alex get jealous so he could finally make a move. Did he do it?" Sapnap asked. Karl was smiling wide, trying to cover it with the sleeve of his sweater.

Did this mean that Karl, Sapnap, and Bad all knew you two liked each other? Had these three plotted this shit? Getting you two to realize your own feelings?

"What? You did that shit on purpose?" It was Quackity's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Duh. We figured we'd give you guys a little push in the right direction." Sapnap had a satisfied smile on his face.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Your friends had worked together to make you both come to terms with your feelings. Since you two were so oblivious. Wow.

"I hate to say it since it means you actually helped,,, but it did work. We talked last night and well.. we both confessed." There was a soft smile on his lips as he told the others about what had happened.

Bad let out a small cheer, clapping his hands excitedly before congratulating you both on talking out your feelings.

"Okay now that the lovebirds are finally together, let's finish breakfast and start getting ready. Remember today is a big day!" Dream said, sounding quite excited himself.

You'd honestly forgotten for a few minutes because of the whiplash of your friends confessing they were playing cupid.

Today was the convention. The whole reason you'd all traveled out here. This whole trip had been lovely, leading up to the final event.

And you'd be leaving with a date, and good memories spent with fans and friends.

<3

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[glilboy]

Ateez reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Hyung line

ive had this idea for awhile and even requested it a few times from other writers but..i felt it was time to write it lol

tws under the cut

warning, this piece of fiction contains mentions of somnophilia, slight dom and sub dynamics, and general explicit topics.

Hongjoong:

You had attempted to stay up waiting for Hongjoong, deciding to reread one of your favorite stories in the mean time. Unfortunately that wasnt enough to keep you awake, you ultimately passing out and your phone tumbling onto the floor.

Hongjoong had a feeling you'd passed out since you didnt message him any "i miss you :(" texts after 11pm so seeing you knocked out on the couch was no surprise. He slowly padded over to you smiling softly, then noticing your phone on the floor and went to pick it up for you. He was never the kind to go through your phone but your smart self had no shut down timer which left the fan fiction on display for him.

He couldnt help but be curious seeing paragraphs of text and decided a little reading would do no harm. As he began to read though he felt his gut sweep, in a good way. He was honestly a little upset until he saw his name but when he read his name it was like all of exhaustion disappeared. Luckily he didn't have work the next day he thought to himself.

Sitting down on the couch with a plan he slowly nudged you awake. "Hi dear," he spoked softly with a smirk.

You rubbed at your bleary eyes and looked up at him, "Oh hi Joongie. Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." He smiled even bigger at you.

"Thats fine, it helped me find out something fun," he tucked your hair behind your ear. Still waking up you made a small "huh?" before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Oh..." you mumbled, starting to be awake enough to get it. You finally looked at him straight on and saw his signature devilish grin.

He moved his hand to slowly move up your thigh, giving it a small squeeze which elicted a sigh out of you. "Didn't think you'd read stuff like that Y/N, but I guess you're just full of surprises huh doll," the pet name made you shiver, Hongjoong never having used that one before.

"I'm sorry Joongie," you mumbled into your arm, face now red. His hand moving up to cup your core and grind his hand into it making you whimper softly.

"Oh dont be sorry dolly, just shows me that you really miss me."

Seonghwa:

Saying Seonghwa was caring was an understatement in a way. Despite his busy schedule he made it a point to showed he cared in different ways. One thing he always did was if you left your phone out at all he would put it on the charger for you. Small things!

Today though he had come home earlier than usual while you were taking a quick shower. Seeing your phone on the counter he waltzed over setting his stuff down to throw it on the charger even if it wasn't that low. He noticed you left it on, open to a book he assumed enough.Him being the lovely man he is he wanted to read a bit to see what you liked and possibly buy you a physical copy. Written porn with his name in it though was not what he was expecting.

Seonghwa gulped, setting down your phone with his hands shaking and his face now flushed pink. He took a deep breath and set down his bag, running his fingers through his hair now being surprisingly worked up. A part of him felt embarrassed for being turned on by the writing but at the same time he knew you didn't read it for no reason.

"Hwa! You're home early hello!" You ran up to him giggling, now clean and dressed in some sweats.

"Hey babe, yeah we got let out early cause we learned the new choreography fast enough. They asked us if we wanted to do more vocal practice but none of us did," He laughed, trying to shift his legs to hide his slight erection.

"None of you stay late ever," you giggled sarcastically up at him. "Well, I was gonna take a nap. Do you want to? I'm sure you're tired."

He nodded softly and took your hand walking to your guys bedroom talking about your day. He changed himself into more comfortable clothing then joined you in bed, you curling into him quickly. Once you settled Seonghwa felt he could actually breathe, feeling like a middle schooler just for getting more worked up from having you close. He heard your breath settle which is when he shifted away a bit from you.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, having the space now laying on his back to palm himself over his erection. Looking over at your sleeping face made it worse, the piece you had opened having involved somnophilia. One thing he never had the guts to suggest to you despite having such an open relationship.

He didn't notice your eyes flutter open at the movement. You only just fell asleep so you were in no means in too deep. You decided to play it though, closing your eyes and throwing a leg over his waist as if you were just adjusting in your sleep.

He inhaled a sharp breath and bit his lip now mildly frustrated at the whole situation. Mumbling a fake sleepy "Hwa" you moved to straddle the man hearing a childish sigh escape his lips.

"If you keep moving, I swear to god," He mumbled out loud thinking youre still asleep since you had always been a chaotic sleeper.

"And what will you do about it horny kid," you giggled against his neck. You could feel his body tense.

"Go back to sleep and I'll fuck you like your sick little fantasy, how about that hm?"

yunho:

Rain was beating against the window as you cuddled up on the couch with your phone in hand. Yunho was on the other side of his personal office playing video games. It was a chill day but something in the air was setting you slightly off the edge.

Besides the sweet glances and cheesy smiles thrown at each other, your screen was very much the opposite of innocent pure love. Getting indulged in the story you started to zone in, missing some of his looks making Yunho curious as to what your interest was delved into currently.

"Be right back guys," he said into the mic mischievously. Quickly making his way over he slipped the phone out of your hand, this behavior wouldve typically been fine but because of the contents on your screen you gasped and reached out for your phone. "You doing something naughty or do you just like acting suspicious?" he grinned before looking at your phone.

His face feel reading the paragraph of a particularly nsfw scene. You were now sitting up staring at him wide eyed, "yuyu please oh god its not what you think, i think." Silence filled the room, the only noises being the sound of his running pc and the dull chatter of the other boys.

"Do you read this often?" he said out of hesitation and pure curiosity, almost feeling that he violated your private space. He kind of got the gist of it all right away, thankfully for your sake.

"Not all the time but i mean, you are busy yunho," you tried to softly explain knowing this was odd territory.

"Do you...ever want to try it," he says, getting to the end of the page and looking at you.

"I can't say that..none of them aren't, nice," the air was filled with an awkward energy that could suffocate another person if they came in at such a weird time.

The two of you stood there for a second, until he moved towards you and took your hand. He placed it on his bulge and you sucked a breathe in.

"Take off my pants," he ordered, a strange harsh tone to his voice. For you guys there was never set roles, not any dom or sub dynamic but it wasnt vanilla per say so him speaking like this was new. Besides that, you did as he said and pushed your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his legs.

Silently he took your hand then sat down on his gaming chair, pulling out his large cock. He slipped on his headphones before looking up at you with a shit eating grin.

"Sit down, i can tell youve been dying too babe."

yeosang:

You were waiting for yeosang to come home after a shorter than usual practice, deciding to pass the time by indulging in your secret world. In the midst of browsing your favorite blogs you didn't hear the door open, this event made you learn not to have headphones in when participating in such activities.

Walking in, Yeosang looked around for you and spotted your figure on the couch. He slowly moved near with a secret motive of scaring you when he glanced at your phone seeing a photo of him paired with a lot of writing. Tilting his head curiously he squinted to read the text, reading along with you until his face flushed.

Sucking in a breath slightly he moved back to the door, playing off him just entering. You noticed his figure walking towards you and sneakily turned off your phone and got up to greet him.

"Hey babe, it's nice to see you in the sunlight," you giggled and wrapped your hands around his waist. You noticed him hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, causing you to pull away.

"Hey, whats up? you seem a bit off?" you pouted and brushed the hair out of his eyes, not catching the little blush.

"Yeah yeah babe, I'm fine. promise," he cleared his throat and pulled away, making your heart sink a bit. He practically completely ignored what you actually said.

"No Yeo, I- did I do something wrong? Or just a long day?" you pried knowing something was up.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he looked up at you, his hair back in his face. "I um, saw what you were reading."

The color drained from your face, mouth slightly hanging not knowing what to say. You thought he was pissed, was going to leave and break up with you but right when you were about to talk he spoke again.

"C-can we do that?"

A moment of silence passed and you looked up at him, your boyfriend who was typically very soft and gentle in bed. Knowing what you were reading was likely pretty heavy in his book, you became worried. "Yeo, I just read it. It means nothing I don't want to make you uncomforta-"

His lips cut yours off and one hand entangled in your hair, his other guiding you to the wall by your hip. Back flush against the way you pulled away after a moment to see his eyes wide and sweat already beading down his temple.

"I've wanted to do that, just didn't want to scare you dear."

#ateez smut #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #kim honjoong smut #park seonghwa smut #jeong yunho smut #kang yeosang smut #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #yunho smut #yeosang smut #kpop smut

[solarwriting]

guns and gifts

carl gallagher x fem!reader

request: Hey! I hope I can send you a request for Karl Gallagher of Shameless. Maybe Karl and y / n were a couple before jail, and after leaving jail he came to her to ask her for forgiveness. y / n doesn't forgive him and he starts giving her gifts and apologizing every day. Then everything is at your discretion. Happy ending please💛 from @powerpuffluuvv

genere: fluff + angst

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, ooc carl

posted on april 18, 2021

puppy love. thirteen year-olds holding hands and sharing stolen kisses. it was a sweet relationship that could’ve grown and matured with the two teens as they did. instead carl found himself a job on the corner and when he got caught y/n was done. fiona tried to get through to the boy, asking him to apologize but he brushed her off.

“can i please just talk to him? maybe he’ll listen to me.” y/n pleaded with the lawyer.

fiona stepped in, “it wouldn’t hurt to try it.”

“five minutes.” the lawyer relented.

y/n thanked him and rushed into the room where he sat. he squinted at her through the glasses fiona gave him. “i’m not fuckin’ sorry. i wish i was smarter about it. i wouldn’t have used chuckie as a mule.”

“you know what. if you don’t tell that judge you’re fucking sorry and that you’ve learned from your mistakes i will never speak to you again.” y/n exited the room quickly letting the ultimatum hang in the air as the door slammed behind her.

during the hearing her eyes were trained on the back of his head, hoping she could somehow will him to do the right thing. she kept her arms crossed as she leaned back. kev and v were sat next to her, waiting anxiously to see what he’d say.

“i’m going to make juvie my bitch.” as soon as he said those words, y/n sighed, getting up from her seat, shouldering her back and slipping out of the courtroom as they hauled carl away. he caught her eye before she left, she froze for a moment before shaking her head and making her exit.

time passed and she still spent time with the rest of the gallaghers, she lived across the street so it would have been hard not too. she helped take care of liam when needed and she got a job at patsy’s with fiona’s help.

the day carl came back had been a surprise for everyone, y/n was helping fiona with making dinner after a shift at patsy’s. the front door had slammed shut and, thinking it was debbie, fiona asked if she got a message about hamburger buns. y/n’s eyes shot up when a much deeper voice responded, “nah, it’s just me.”

excited, fiona rushed towards the boy, wrapping him up in a hug. hugging back, he looked up throwing a wave to y/n who was rooted in place, “hey, y/n.”

snapping herself back into reality she lurched forward wiping her hands and grabbing her things, pulling her bag over her shoulder and gripping her keys tightly she looked back at the boy as fiona fussed over his new appearance. “fuck you, carl.” she spat, slamming the back door shut behind her.

y/n managed to avoid carl at school the next day, he was too busy with “his boy” nick and his new white boy carl personality and selling illegal weapons in the bathrooms to bother her anyways. she rushed to patsy’s as soon as school ended and began her shift.

she spent the afternoon rushing from table to table, taking orders, passing out food, and pouring coffee. she was pouring coffee for a couple sitting near the front door when the bell twinkled, signaling a new customer.

her back turned to the door and her focus pointed and the coffee she was pouring she greeted the customer quickly, “take a seat anywhere and i’ll be right with you darling.” she smiled at the couple before turning around, finding herself face to face with white boy carl himself. “get the fuck out.”

y/n rushed away from him, pouring coffee for a man sat at the counter. carl followed, “please just talk to me, y/n.”

“she doesn’t want to talk to you, man.” the customer spoke up as y/n placed the coffee pot on the burner.

“what the fuck did you just say to me?” carl asked the man.

he stood up, “i told you she doesn’t want to talk. so leave.”

y/n stepped in before a physical altercation broke out, “thank so much, sir, but i can fight my own battles.” she pushed carl towards the door, “out.” she kept pushing him despite his protests, “get the fuck out. go.”

the door slammed behind them, and carl began to speak, “no, you’re going to shut your fucking mouth and listen. i don’t want to listen to you. i don’t want to talk to you. and i don’t even want to see you but that last one might be a little fucking impossible since we’re neighbors and i work with your sister so i’m going to be civil towards you but i will only acknowledge your existence when it is absolutely necessary. clear?”

carl began to protest but y/n cut him off, “are we fucking clear?” carl grumbled an agreement and y/n sighed, “good, now get the fuck out if here. i have to go back to work.”

y/n rushed back into the diner, throwing herself back into work. hoping she looked busy enough to keep the nosy man from before to leave her alone, she poured more coffee, took orders, passed out plates. until her shift ended and she could finally take the l back home.

the next run in with carl happened two days later, she was walking home from school, thankful for the day off from work when carl and nick pulled up on a bike. “y/n! wait!”

sighing, y/n whipped around, “i thought i told you i didn’t want to talk to you.”

“i have something for you.” carl explained as he got closer, y/n ignored him and started walking again, the bike quickly catching up with her. “here.”

y/n scoffed, eyeing the bag, “whatever it is i don’t want it.”

“it’s a book, debbie told me you wanted to read it.”

y/n sped up, “no thanks, already read it.” she didn’t care what book it was, she didn’t want anything from him. she took this moment to cross the street, the passing cars making it difficult for the boys on the bike to follow.

she entered the gallagher house hoping carl would be too busy to come home for a few hours while she watched liam. “i get off at nine, if anyone else comes home you’re welcome to leave but i plan on bringing something back for dinner if you want to stick around for that.”

“of course i’ll stay. me and liam are going to have a great time. isn’t that right liam?” y/n asked the toddler who nodded enthusiastically. fiona thanked her and rushed out the door.

y/n put on a movie, which liam fell asleep watching about thirty minutes in. y/n got up and stretched when the movie ended, adjusting the blanket she threw over liam when he fell asleep. she walked in the kitchen, stiff from sitting for so long. she pulled out a can of pop from the fridge and leaned her back against the fridge, using to stretch her body more.

the door swung open and carl walked in, “good you’re hear, i have something else for you.”

“whatever it is, i don’t want it.” y/n sighed into her drink.

“it’s a necklace, here.” he opened the velvet box to show her an expensive looking necklace.

she turned away from him, “no thanks.” walking back into the living room. “go somewhere else please, i have to watch liam.”

carl sighed before exiting the house with nick, who had been hanging back by the door during the exchange. he nodded to nick and the two rolled out to go do god knows what.

that night fiona came home with food, the entire gallagher clan plus kev and v enjoyed. there were enough people that y/n managed to avoid speaking to carl the entire evening. every time he tried to speak to her she’d find someone to talk to, she talked lip about something she had to do for school, ian told her about trevor, and her and debbie talked about anything.

v even pointed out the strange behavior when carl was left looking slightly dejected to fiona, who just shrugged in response.

“thank you fiona, goodnight everyone.” y/n called as she stepped out the back door. she crossed the street quickly and made it home, which as usual was empty, the rest of her family nowhere to be found.

she sighed, grabbing a beer from the fridge and kicking of her shoes as soon as she made it to her room. she threw herself back on her bed yelping when she collided with something hard. she jumped up only to see the jewelry box and book carl had bought her. she set her beer down and pulled the box open, smiling at the necklace. it was gold, with a small tear shaped pendant that held some sort of crystal or diamond.

she set the box next to her beer, which she grabbed and took sip of as she grabbed the book. it was actually something she’d been wanting, she rolled her eyes before opening it to the first page.

the next fee days followed a similar pattern, carl would stop her at school and work and even his own house to offer her gifts, which she would refuse, which would always end up on her bed at the end of the day. on a particularly rough day, y/n had enough. she was walking home from school, carl (who was alone this time) behind her, like clockwork offering another gift.

“carl, please just leave me alone. i don’t have the energy to deal with you.” y/n said not stopping. carl made a comment and y/n snapped, “god i’m not going to forgive you because you chose to go to juvie. you could have just apologized and gotten parole but that didn’t happen. and i’m not going to be your girlfriend again because i don’t even know who you are any more, this thug personality doesn’t look good on you.” y/n sighed rushing away before he could answer.

she was suddenly thankful for the day off, deciding to spend it all alone at home. it was a friday and her weekend was also free so she spent the next few days home alone. her family was gone of course, they only only seemed to show up once a month just to leave again the same day.

sunday evening y/n laid in the couch watching what was on tv when there was a knock on the door. y/n groaned, getting up to answer it freezing when carl was revealed on the other side. he looked small, he was curled into himself and he looked sad. his braids were out, soft curls in the place. “hey, y/n.” he said softly. y/n wordlessly moved out of the way to let him in.

“i’m done. no more sell drugs, guns, anything. something happened, with nick and i don’t want that to be my life anymore.” his voice cracked and y/n instinctively wrapped him into a hug, squeezing protectively. he cried into her shoulder, holding her tightly, scared to let her go.

“hey,” y/n spoke softly, running her fingers through his hair, “you’re okay. i got you.” once carl calmed down, he pulled away but y/n held onto him, hands on his face.

“i really miss you y/n. and i know i was awful before but all i want to do is be with you. i love you.” he sighed, his hands holding her wrists.

y/n pulled him closer, “i love you, too, idiot.” carl gave her a lopsided smiled before surging forward to connect their lips in a hot kiss. y/n stumbled backwards before backing into the wall behind her. carl bit on her lip softly causing her breath to catch in her throat. she tugged on his hair and he squeezed her hips. she pulled away for breath, pressing her forehead to his, “my room?” breathless carl nodded pressing a quick kiss to her lips before they rushed to her room.

the next morning the front door slammed opened, “y/n! i’m going to kill fiona!” debbie stormed through the house bursting into y/n’s room where she was laying next to a topless carl, wearing only his t-shirt, “oh my god! ew!” debbie shielded her eyes from the sight before her.

“hey, debs.” y/n mumbled, sheepishly.

debbie groaned, “just get dressed, we have school.”

#carl gallagher imagine #carl gallagher #shameless x reader #shameless fanfiction #shameless imagine #shameless #lip gallagher #fiona gallagher #debbie gallagher #ian gallagher #kev ball #veronica ball #veronica fisher #2k words

[letarasstuff]

Unbreakable Bond

(A/N): This is based on this post and this tiktok

Summary: A big age gap between Aaron's children doesn't have to mean that they are unable to form a strong bond

Warnings: Mentions of Haley's death and failed relationships

Wordcount: 1.8k

✨Masterlist✨

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His life took turns Aaron never expected. It’s not the “Oh, mh, well that was unexpected”-type of turns, I talk about the “God played Cards Against Humanity with angels and decided to make it happen for someone”-type. But looking back he would not want to change a thing.

After Haley and Beth he was convinced that God, the Universe, something out there shared the opinion that romantic love isn’t the right thing for him and Aaron accepted that fact. Even more when he and Jack went into witness protection. I mean, when you are worried about the life of your family being in danger because of a stalker, you don’t think about the beautiful neighbor, who lives next door, right? Right?

Well, without going into too much detail, Hotch did think about her and she about him and vice versa. Everything went good until Aaron received the message that the team found the stalker and that it was safe to come back. He decided to come clean to his girlfriend. They talked about the possibility of moving back to Quantico.

In the end they decided in favor of the move, the final argument was the surprising announcement of her being pregnant. Hotch wants to raise their youngest where his and Jack’s roots are located. But he decides against taking a position at the BAU, instead taking a desk job in order to be more at home. He also has the opportunity to work from home after little (Y/N) was born and continues to do so until she is old enough to go to Kindergarten. Even then he takes two days the week where he stays home. Aaron learned from his decisions and mistakes he made in the past and wants to live up to them and be a better father and husband than before.

And Hotch keeps it to this day, six years later. It’s (Y/N)’s first day of school, while Jack just graduated high school and goes off to college in a few weeks. Even though they have an age gap from twelve and a half years, their parents are sure there are no other siblings with such a strong bond.

Ever since his baby sister’s birth Jack is her biggest supporter, protector and friend. Her first word was his name, though it was more of a “ACK!”, but that’s the best nickname he ever got. As soon as (Y/N) was old enough to comprehend the concept of movies, he introduced her to Star Wars. Since then lightsaber wars out of cardboard pipes are not uncommon. Last Halloween they even dressed up as Chewbakka and Han Solo. You get three guesses on who was who.

“JACK!” (Y/N) runs into her big brother’s room with an excited expression on her face. “Daddy promised to buy me a real lightsaber after I read ten books! With lights and sounds and all! Isn’t that cool?” Jack smiles. Aaron did a similar thing with him. For a certain amount of books he got a reward they discussed beforehand. This way he felt motivated to read and improved writing and reading skills.

“This is awesome. I think that means we have to go book shopping together, what do you think?” (Y/N) is not only the cool kid that has an older brother, she is also the cool kid, whose older brother has a drivers license, a car and a part time job. She nods with big eyes, speechless, because the offer sounds like heaven to her. Getting books and one on one time with Jack after he was really busy with school for weeks? This has to be heaven.

“Ok, then you put your outside clothes on and I’ll tell Dad about our plan.” At that the little girl rushes to her room, not wanting to waste any more time. Jack makes his way down to the kitchen, where Aaron wipes the table from lunch down.

“Dad, I take (Y/N) to this bookstore in DC and we’ll probably go eat ice cream after that. Is that alright?” Hotch looks up at his son. It still feels like yesterday as he told Haley that Gideon is a big no as a baby name. Now he is all grown up and just a few weeks away from the next big chapter in his life.

“Of course, just let me get my wall-” Jack cuts him off. “No need, I want to use this as a kind of goodbye thing. At least until Thanksgiving.” Aaron knows what he means. It’s his last day before he goes off to college and just a couple more until the first classes begin. The family still hasn’t told their youngest exactly what’s going on. Else she would refuse to go to school and go on with her day, insisting on using all the time they have until Jack drives off.

Two hours later the siblings leave the bookstore, both of them having a bag in their hands. Of course Jack's heavier, but both he and the cashier assured (Y/N) that they lift the same amount of weight.

“Uncle Spence will be excited when I tell him that I read Harry Potter, he told me so many good things about it”, the girl gushes. Jack nods, indicating that he is listening. Of course they also picked books that are not that advanced. Still, no sister of his shall grow up without knowing the beauty of the wizarding world. Also, secretly he is hoping for her to turn out as nerdy as he is so they get more things to talk about. His next step is superheroes, especially the Marvel ones.

They converse until they get to an ice cream parlor and order both their usuals. “Do you think you are ready for me to tell you something important?” The older one asks after they sit down at a table. (Y/N) nods, confusion taking over her face.

“Uhm, you know how I graduated from high school? I’m done with school, but I want to get a degree, but for that I have to go to college. It’s pretty far away so I can’t come home for a few months. But I’m back home when Thanksgiving is and also for Christmas.” It doesn’t matter what Jack says, a sad frown has formed on the little one’s face. “Oh. And after Christmas, will you leave again?” He nods and explains when he is off from college and when not.

“We can always skype and write letters. How does that sound? And when you get your first phone, we can even text.” That (Y/N) lights up a bit. For her first year of school she got a stationary set and is eager to use it to this day.

“I’m going to miss you so much”, she says hugging her big brother. Jack pats her back. “I’ll miss you, too.”

The goodbye the next day is a heartfelt matter. Everybody cries, especially (Y/N). She can’t fathom a scenario where her brother isn’t there for her all the time.

The following weeks are also hard for the family. The youngest refuses to sleep alone for the first three days after Jack’s leave. She is more closed off and mainly just does her school work or reads the books he bought for her. By the time Thanksgiving is only away for another two weeks, (Y/N) has read through all of them at least two times.

Her father already ordered the lightsaber he promised her. Unfortunately shipping takes several months, so the little girl still has to wait patiently for her reward to arrive. In the meantime she works on getting the next and she is already pretty close to the comic book collection she wants.

“Sweetheart, can you set the table, please? Your Mom will be here soon from grocery shopping and she will need help getting them from the car into the house”, Hotch calls for his daughter while stirring in a pot.

The little girl nods, putting her stationary set and pens aside to do as her father asked. She is in the middle of answering her brother’s last letter, telling him that she is now the one that usually has to read aloud for the class because of her advanced skill for a first grader.

Just as she sets the last piece of silverware down the doorbell rings. “Sweetie, can you please open it? This should be your mother.” Happily (Y/N) runs up and turns the door knob. Over the last few months she hit a small growing spurt and is finally tall enough to reach it without standing on her tippy toes.

“Mo-” She nearly chokes on her own saliva. The one at the door is definitely not her mother. “JACK!” (Y/N) runs up to him and jumps onto his leg. “Hey Princess. I thought now that you read your books, we need to hold the most amazing lightsaber fight in history.” With a mischievous smile he pulls two from his back, giving one to his baby sister.

It is the most epic fight in history between an elementary schooler and a college boy. They can only be stopped by their parents announcing that it is a tie between both of them and that they have to sit down, else the food gets cold.

The following weeks mostly consist of (Y/N)’s joyous laughs and cuddling with her big brother. She even insists on him sleeping with her in her much smaller bed. On his last night before going back to college, the little girl turns to him in the middle of watching her favorite movie in the living room.

“Do you promise not to forget me when you are away? Because I alway think about you and tell my friends so much about you. I told them you are a hero, my hero, just like Daddy. They wanna meet you because of that.” Jack has to hold back tears at her statement.

“I also think of you so much. All of my friends at college are pretty jealous of me having such a sweet baby sister. Maybe one time you can visit me and I can introduce you to them.” The thought of that makes (Y/N) smile and is a little consolation to the thought of her brother leaving again.

Aaron watches the interaction going down, happy to see the strong bond between his children, despite their age gap. This is nothing like he and Sean were and that is a relief for him and the worries he had in the beginning. It is a sign that he did do some things right as a father.

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