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runnning-outof-time · 2 months

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I’m (Not) Alright with a Slow Burn | Tommy Shelby x Reader headcanons

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader (headcanons)

Summary: How Tommy would go about being stuck in a slow burn with someone he's falling for.

Warnings: mention of death of grandmother, slight season 2 spoilers

Word Count: 2537

A/N: I really enjoyed this request! umm…I’m not sure if these are 100% written like headcanons - I wrote them like I was spewing out ideas lol. Kacey Musgraves’s song Slow Burn was also running through my head while I was writing this, hence the title. Also how the hell do you actually spell headcanons?? Is there 1 ‘n’ or 2?? Lol . Enjoy! :)

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• (Y/N) was one of the few Shelby Company Ltd. employees that Tommy didn't hire. She was brought on board while he and the boys were off at one of the races. Polly saw the potential in her and immediately welcomed her into the company.

• when Tommy returned from said races, he was pleasantly surprised to meet her.

• and Polly clocked that immediately. She was able to tell by the lack of a fight - Tommy was always able to find something to pick at when she made decisions within the company, no matter how minuscule. But there was nothing to pick at with (Y/N).

• Polly also wasn't surprised to see (Y/N) completing more and more tasks that came directly from Tommy. They'd be tasks that Polly hadn't even known about...but for some reason Tommy trusted (Y/N) with them.

• (Y/N) didn't think anything different about it. She'd been hired into the company and one of her bosses was asking her to do things. That's what was supposed to happen, right?

• although she did find it odd that it was Tommy asking her to do these things when she'd originally been hired to help Polly with sorting out the books and the like.

• things persisted like that for a few months. (Y/N) would happily and eagerly help him with whatever he needed to have done around the company. He'd look out for her, making sure that she was happy in her position and just in general. And in return, (Y/N) would (try) to keep up the same for him. She'd show that in the smallest of ways and attempts, but he would notice. Over those few months and because of those small acts, Tommy's thoughts and feelings towards (Y/N) evolved.

• he can still remember the day when that switch began - because it haunted him every day after.

• she came into his office like it was any other day for her...but it wasn't any other day for Tommy.

• he'd been working under Campbell for a few weeks at that point, and it'd become apparent that he'd be dead at the end of the arrangement. Tommy wasn't afraid to die, but the thought of getting everything in order and making sure his family could go on without him was now plaguing his mind.

• so when (Y/N) asked him what he had for her to do today, Tommy rattled off his list without as much as looking up at her. He was fully expecting her to turn and exit the second he finished speaking.

• she didn't. Silence reigned for a moment or two before "are you ok, Tommy?" came quietly from her. This made Tommy look up, and when he did, all of the noise in his mind ceased. Sure he looked at her before - he'd looked up like this thousands of times, but he never saw her like he did when he looked up this time. It was this otherworldly experience that he'd only been through twice before. Which meant he knew exactly what was happening.

• even though he brushed her question off and told her that he was fine, he hoped that things wouldn't change between them.

• and thankfully they didn't because hell, Tommy Shelby was certain that he was falling in love.

• he began testing the waters carefully at first. (Y/N) was a good woman and he wasn't about to make her leave the company due to his actions. He couldn't stand to lose her.

• so he started by making sure she was being heard; by actually listening to her whenever she'd share ideas or tell him how things played out with what he'd asked her to do.

• then he emphasized making sure that she was safe - having blinders on her block, sticking around on the days where she and Polly would be in the shop tallying the winnings, and also personally offering to take her wherever she needed to go.

• (Y/N) reacted bashfully to these offers. She felt that the other company employees would think that she was getting special treatment or something — well...she kind of was...but she deeply appreciated Tommy doing these things.

• in regards to feelings, Tommy was putting his out there as best as he could (which, well I'll let you be the one to decide on how well that is) He really tried to make a more personal connection with her; to get to know her as her and not just another employee...and in turn he let her know him.

• (Y/N) stayed professional. He was one of her bosses after all. But she couldn't deny that she enjoyed being in his presence. Her friends found that crazy, too...how can she be happy to be spending time with Tommy Shelby? She swore it off as strictly work related until she couldn't anymore.

• the evening started like any other...(Y/N) went home after work with the intention of doing what she did every other evening. But something was waiting for her at home. Something that turned her world upside-down. She found out that her grandmother had passed away. The post had come and one of the letters was from a sibling of hers, sharing the news. She didn't know what to do.

• after exhausting all of her options, she found herself at the Garrison. Tommy had invited her there in the past, but she never accepted it due to wanting to stay professional.

• she asked around for him and the second she found out that he was in the snug, she made her way to it and opened the door. He was in there, but so were his brothers. "This was the last place I could think of," she blurted out. "Everyone out," was all Tommy needed to say before it was just the two of them in the room.

• (Y/N) quickly sat and let everything out. Tommy listened intently, something no one had ever done for her in the past. They sat in the snug for hours, (Y/N) talking and Tommy listening. Her ability to share her grandmother's story helped her immensely.

• from that evening, (Y/N) saw Tommy in a different light. The fact that he sat and listened to her as she lamented to him and not once did he even think of leaving meant the world to her. No one had shown her that sort of worthiness or attention.

• all at once it felt like she was head over heels for him. Like all of those little instances he'd shown her before had all culminated into this one, major display of devotion. It had her realizing that maybe it wasn't solely because she was his employee...maybe it was much more than that.

• and so when he went out of his way and made sure to check on her the next morning - she knew this because Polly commented on the fact that he was supposed to be in London by sun-up - and he couldn't get him off of her mind no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't beat around the bush anymore...she'd fallen for Tommy Shelby, hard.

• but things didn't hit off right from that moment.

• no, it took a rather long time for those feelings to actually come out.

• there was a lot of dancing around the other - the smaller gestures and moments still occurred, but neither one was willing to make that jump over the edge and confront the other about it.

• yes, you read that right...Tommy Shelby was actually keeping his feelings for her close to the chest.

• mostly it was because of the position they were in. He'd offer to take her to dinner and she'd politely decline (even though she really wanted to go) because she was worried the other company employees would suspect something.

• Tommy wasn't exactly into the dancing around it (he hated it at times actually), but he honored her choice.

• but that doesn't mean he wasn't taking every chance he got to spend time around her. To check in on her and see how things were. To walk her home if she stayed later. Anything to show her that he was serious...without actually saying that he was serious.

• he was hooked on her though, there was no doubt about it. All he needed was for her to really show that interest back to him, and then he'd know for sure that he could act on it.

• and then Polly's birthday came.

• the company/family decided to host a party at the Garrison. Of course (Y/N) was invited.

• a man named Louis was one of the men who worked the shop floor daily. He saw (Y/N) almost every day that she was also on the floor, and he made it a point to seek her out as well.

• much like with Tommy, (Y/N) kept things between her and Louis strictly professional.

• but this party is when Louis decided that he was going to make his move...to try and woo her.

• maybe he should have thought this through...

• (Y/N) was sitting at one of the tables, chatting with some of the other women who worked within the company. It was a surprise that she wasn't with Tommy, considering he sought her out almost immediately after she arrived. But Tommy was still present though.

• Louis had this plan to put everything right on the table. He smoothly walked over to her and, equally as smoothly, slipped into the booth that she was sitting in. (Y/N) was polite, but it was obvious that she wasn't feeding any more into it than a simple, friendly conversation.

• but of course Tommy didn't pick up on that. From where he was standing it looked like Louis was a little too close to her for comfort. So he quickly intervened.

• and he was anything but subtle with it. He was quickly able to make Louis feel uneasy and clear him out.

• (Y/N)'s confused, but happy to have the man she'd hardly talked to gone. She sends Tommy an appreciative smile and that's just about enough to bring Tommy to his knees. But that doesn't happen...instead he gives her one of his signature, lop-sided smiles and nods at the ladies sitting with her before going back to where he previously was.

• this interaction didn't go unnoticed though. Polly and Ada were watching from off to the side. These two know Tommy better than anyone, and they've rarely seen him react this quickly and in this sort of way. So it's glaringly apparent to them that something's going on here.

• and this becomes increasingly apparent as time goes on.

• also as time goes on, (Y/N) manages to move up in the company. She's basically right underneath Polly in terms of power, becoming her 'right hand man’ in the treasurer position.

• having this position means that she's more involved in the inner circle and is at all of the meetings.

• the entire family swears by the fact that Tommy is softer with her than he is with anyone else.

• you can literally see the change the second she shares her thoughts on a matter or even enters a room. The switch is practically on a dime.

• but these two keep dancing around each other - they've been doing it for close to a year at this point.

• and those who know of it are baffled. They are obviously in love with each other...why hasn't one budged and made things official?

• the suspicions on this topic all come to a climax on the first year anniversary of (Y/N) joining the company.

• Tommy invites her out to dinner. (Y/N) agrees this time mostly because she knows what day it is...and she knows that the Shelbys like to celebrate such things.

• but she's surprised when she arrives at the upscale restaurant and is escorted to a table for two. Tommy can't help but smile at the face she pulls when she sees that he's sitting there, waiting for her.

• but she gets comfortable very quickly. It's Tommy we're talking about here...she's never been more comfortable with anyone in her life if she was being honest. And the same goes for him too.

• the dinner lasts hours. They talk about everything and anything. Work's off the table, but yet they still manage to not have more than a moment of silence. Both are surprised at how freely the conversation flows.

• eventually Tommy brings up the subject they've been dancing around.

• he lays everything out on the table this time. There's no sense in holding back. He tells her how she makes him feel, how she's made him feel from the moment he first saw her.

• he also mentions the fact that he's felt this way for a while now, and that he can't continue dancing around it any longer. He honored her desire to stay professional for this time, but he wants her too much, loves her too much to keep going like this for even a day longer.

• at first (Y/N)'s shocked. She's not oblivious...she'd been catching the little hints that he'd been leaving all this time, but she was truthfully too hesitant to ever bring the subject up to him.

• but now that he's put it out there, she figures why should she hold back her feelings any longer?

• so she lays it all out for him as well. Tells him how she feels about him, how she's felt about him for some time now.

• Tommy can't contain his happiness as he hears this. He's grinning like a fool.

• so really there's only one last thing for them to do now...make it official.

• Tommy wastes no time in doing that.

• he asks her properly though. That's what she deserves, especially after all this time that's been invested.

• he stops them just down the road from where she lives. He tells her that he really likes her (he won't use the 'l word' just yet - even though the two of them are so clearly in love) and that he can't wait a moment longer to make her his.

• (Y/N) quickly agrees with the sentiment after everything that had been shared during their dinner.

• Tommy can't help but smile at her response, and he just barely nods his head in his Tommy fashion before continuing to walk her home.

• they share their first kiss at the front door, and it's absolutely magical.

• they then proceed to do a terrible job of hiding it while at work. Tommy's waited this long to be with her, he's not going hide his affection for her any longer.

• their definition of 'in secret' is soooo far from the actual definition. They think that they're being sneaky, only stealing kisses in empty hallways and in Tommy's office, but it takes Polly literally only two days to catch onto it.

• no ones upset with it though. Honestly everyone’s happy that they’re finally together.

• well everyone except Louis…Louis is a little bummed about the whole thing. But Tommy and (Y/N) don’t care about that in the slightest.

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riediaries · 4 months

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satoru knows every part of you. every things you like and hate. he's able to locate each and every mole you have on your body and how many it is. it's like knowing you have been a second nature to him. in order words, he knows your whole nature and that's how you fell in love with him.

he knows you don't like eating a watermelon with seeds on it. you don't want to spit it out after or let alone eat it.

satoru silently observes you as you payed all of your attention to the sliced watermelon on your hands. picking every black seeds you see in the fruit.

you were getting irritated and he sighs, picking a sliced watermelon on the table and removed all the seeds in mere seconds.

"here, eat this. i already removed all of the seeds." he hands you a sliced watermelon. the red juicy part was clean. no seeds. just like how you like it.

"ah.. thanks.." you murmur, accepting the fruit and that was first time you felt a fluttering emotion on your tummy as you stare at the watermelon he handed you.

"mhm.." he hums. "you don't like it with the seeds on it, right?" he asks and you nodded. he hums again, nodding his head in a subtle way.

no seeds on her sliced watermelon, got it.

you like the beach, especially the sunset. he remembers peeking on your phone one time and due to his curiosity, he opened your photo gallery and you have a folder named 'sunsets<3'.

it has a lot of your pictures in the beach, capturing the breathtaking sunset and there are also pictures with just the sun but he likes the pictures with you in it. you're prettier than the sunset, anyways.

"we should go here sometime. the four of us." he tells suguru as they walk on the sand barefooted.

they just finished their mission and their flight will be tomorrow morning so they're spending their time to relax.

satoru keeps his eye on the setting sun. pink and purples hues were seen on the sky.

picture.. yes. i should take a picture for her. he thoughts and brought out his phone to take a picture. he sends the picture to you.

annoying blue-eyed freak: sent a photo.

annoying blue-eyed freak: sunset's pretty here today. you might like it.

you take a look at the photo he sent and the photo's automatically saved on your folder 'picture he sends'.

sunset lover princess: thanks, love it.

he smiles over the three letter word you sent. yep, his day's now complete with just your reply.

unknowingly to him, suguru secretly took a photo of him and he captured the most breathtaking satoru gojo photo to exist.

it's a photo of him on his side, smiling on his phone and the background is the sunset.

cool bangs: sent a photo.

your phone dings. you thought it's another photo of sunset from satoru but no. it's satoru with the sunset but he's not looking at the camera.

you stare at it for good few minutes.

cool bangs: if you're just going to stare at it, you might as well save it. i might delete it.

that message from suguru alone had your fingers saving his photo and put it on another album. a secret album named 'photos i love'.

yes, definitely 'love'.

satoru also knows that you love movie nights with them. horror, romance, or action. name all the genres present. you once told him that it's not about the movie you're excited but being able to spend time with your friends.

being a jujutsu sorcerer at a young age costs your freedom as a child and to dream. you will never know when you will die or vanish from this world. that's why you're spending all of their freedom time with you and they're actually okay with it.

same feelings, as they said.

"ahh! suguru! tell me when the haunted dolls are gone!" satoru clings to suguru as he scream out of his lungs.

"no, you watch it satoru. be a big brave man." he teases the young boy more. "i heard she likes men who's brave and can watch horror movies with her." he whispers to his best friend.

satoru eyes his best friend with a look of suspicious. "are you... sure?"

"her biggest turn off is actually a scared cat like men." he hums, adding more false informations about your type. "meaning, a boy like you, satoru." he dramatically covered his forehead and his eyes to express his disappointment for his best friend.

suguru knows that even when his best friend is screaming like a lady, you'll still like him. even though he can't bear to watch a single horror movie, you'll still like him because he's satoru. the annoying blue-eyed freak that constantly running on your mind twenty-four seven.

the two best friends eyes the two of you. shoko and you, unimpressed on their nonstop bickering and satoru's screams and unbothered on the horror scene in front of you.

wow. just wow. what a scene.

ever since then, you always invite them to watch a newly released movie, mostly horrors but in rare cases, you want to watch romance.

"oh sweet. they're kissing like it's the end of the world." satoru commented as he pushes a mouthful of popcorn on his mouth.

shoko and suguru went out for a smoke since romance is not really their thing but they still agreed to watch just to see you happy. and they couldn't refuse when you were that cute begging them to watch it with them.

"because that's how they are desperate to be with each other." you reply. "i mean, you'll surely kiss a person like that when the world's trying to separate you. you will pour all of your emotions in that kiss to express your feelings." you further explains.

he raises an eyebrow at you. "i thought you're only interested in horror. why are you so knowledgeable about love?"

"books..?"

"yeah? and?"

"what do you mean by that?"

"have you ever kissed a person like that before?" his question caught you off guard and you turns to him.

"what? no! it's not like that! do i need to have an experience to explain those?" you defend yourself. you haven't been kissed yet!

"want me to give you an experience, then?"

you were caught you off guard and you didn't have time to react when he leans to you, kissing the side of your lips. too close to be called a kiss. too close to end your 'no first kiss' phase.

"i like you." he mutters as he looks at you straight in the eye. you're still close to each other and you can feel his breathe on your skin. "more than any of my favorite sweets." he adds, making you laugh.

"i like you, too. more than any favorite sunset i had captured and saw." you confess.

he smiles but his face immediately turns into a sour face. "even though i can barely watch a horror movie?" he asks cutely and you burst into laugh.

"w-who.." you can't stop yourself from laughing. "who said that?"

"suguru." he mentions his best friend. so, the dark haired male is the suspect on spreading false claims.

"I like someone who removes all of the seeds on my sliced watermelon." he smiles at that sentence.

"i like someone who will immediately thought of me whenever he sees sunset and sends me a picture of it." he smiles even more as he closes the gap between you slowly.

"yeah? and? you like someone who's very handsome, too, right?" he grins. "you like a certain someone whose contact name is 'annoying blue-eyed freak', right?"

it made you chuckle. how did he even know that one? you always made sure to lock your phone and keep the password to yourself only.

"i like someone who can't watch a horror movie with me and full of screams–"

he shuts you up by putting his lips onto yours and then pulls away.

your 'no first kiss' phase have officially signed off.

satoru clearly knows that you love movie nights, especially horror movies with him screaming but satoru knows that you love him even more than your collection of horror movies and the sunset you have ever captured and saw in your whole life.

#rie.writes #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff

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westviewtroubles · 2 years

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Next To You

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Synopsis: Eddie is trying to get the courage to ask you out.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: fluff!

A/N: This is the second part to "Across The Room" but it can be read as a stand-alone, however I recommend reading that one first! Part 1 is here! Part 3!

Eddie was sure that he hadn't smiled this much in years. His lessons with you had become more frequent, and you saw each other at least every other day, for at least an hour. He was sure that you'd soon gone through the entire textbook.

He had memorized the way you smell, your perfume now ingrained in his mind. One day you'd switched up from the daisy scent, and he commented on it.

"You smell different today."

"Oh? Is that a bad thing?" You'd asked, with the cutest furrow in your brows.

"No, you smell good. I just really like your regular scent."

He swore he'd never seen you smile so widely, and he congratulated himself internally, finally achieving his goal. Eddie had caught himself thinking about you at the strangest times, and that smile was haunting him in the best way possible, the boy secretly hoping that he could see it more often.

One time during Hellfire, Mike punched his arm out of nowhere.

"What's that for?

"Dude, we're in the middle of a campaign. What are you so busy thinking about?"

"Sorry."

It was you. He had been thinking about the way you'd brushed your hair behind your ear earlier in the day, and the way it caused his heart to start beating against his chest as you kept talking about some war.

And your voice, it was the sweetest thing he'd ever heard, the words slipping off your tongue like a pro, and he thought the way you'd occasionally stumble over your words or clear your throat was the most endearing thing in the world.

Whenever you snacked on something, he couldn't help but stare at your lips, and the one time you'd brought Twizzlers, the only thing he could think about for the rest of the week was the way your red lips looked when you bit into one.

All his dreams were filled with the way your eyes wrinkled when you laughed, and how sweet your laughter sounded, the way you sighed in contentment and smiled at him when you got done laughing, and when you looked at him, it felt like you knew everything he was thinking.

Eddie groaned, sitting back on his chair. You'd told him that you couldn't meet today, and even though he had Hellfire, he was frustrated. The one thing that frustrated him the most was how he still hadn't been able to ask you out on a date.

It'd been over a month since you started tutoring him, yet whenever he even thought about asking you out, he couldn't get the words out. Eddie had never been one to get tongue-tied, but when he was with you, he was never able to find the right words. Even if it was just eight words. "Will you go on a date with me?"

It was like those words completely disappeared from his vocabulary.

"Eddie? What are you doing here?"

The dark-haired man raised his head, Dustin's entrance shaking him out of his thoughts.

"Hellfire doesn't start for another hour and you're never early. Or, on time, these days."

"History lesson got canceled." Eddie said as nonchalantly as possible, "What are you doing here, Henderson?"

"I got done with a biology test. Why'd she cancel your lesson?"

"She had to study for- Wait." Eddie furrowed his brows, looking at Dustin with a pointed finger, "How'd you know she was a she?"

"We've seen you talking to her, and you don't usually talk to strangers without a reason. Or smile when talking to them, for that matter."

"Oh." Eddie leaned back on his chair, fidgeting with his rings. "I was just thinking-"

"-about asking her out?"

"You're getting annoying really fast, Henderson." Eddie raised his brows, "Why do you think that?"

"Well," Dustin began, sitting down opposite Eddie, "You were grinning from ear to ear when your first lesson ended, and every time you were late because you were studying you kept humming and spacing out in the middle of the game. You wanna know what I think?"

"Sure, why not."

"Grow a set and ask her out!"

"Hadn't thought of that. Why don't I just ask her out? That's some great advice that I've never thought of before." Eddie groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"Why not do some grand gesture? Like, get her flowers or play something on your guitar. Girls like that."

"What do you know about what girls like?"

"Let's see, which one of us has a girlfriend, and which one of us is asking advice on how to ask their teacher out."

"Tutor, not teacher."

"Whatever, she's too pretty for you anyway." Dustin mumbled, and before he knew it, Eddie had thrown a cashew at him.

You'd skipped tutoring Eddie to focus on your own schoolwork, but even when you were sitting in front of your desk with your chemistry book open, you couldn't help but think about him.

Your mind kept drifting to the way his ring-clad fingers looked when he tapped his fingers against the wooden table, humming as he did a practice test, your attention solely on him.

Or the time you'd brought Twizzlers with you, jokingly offering him one that you'd already bitten into, the boy taking a bite with no hesitation, and going back to studying as soon as he was done while you kept staring at him.

"Tastes good."

One time when he'd finally memorized a topic that he had difficulties with, his arms suddenly wrapped around you and he lifted you up as if you were light as air, a wide smile on his face while you kept hoping that he wouldn't be able to feel your heart that felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.

When he had almost caught you drawing his picture on your sketchbook, you tried to stop drawing him, but somehow, without even thinking, a thick head of curls appeared on the paper.

Whenever you weren't with him, you were thinking about him. You always wondered what he was doing, and when he told you he'd be going to play D&D, you wondered how the game was going.

You groaned, realizing that even now, he wouldn't leave your mind.

Eddie kept tapping his foot on the floor of the history classroom, staring down at the empty paper.

"You can begin." Mrs. Click said, and Eddie skimmed over the questions, trying to remember everything you had taught him.

The lesson went by too quickly, and Eddie seemed to be the last one left in the classroom as every other student was excused as soon as they got done with their tests. He kept glancing at his watch, taking a deep breath as he looked over all his answers before walking up to the teacher's desk, and handing the test to Mrs. Click.

"I trust you've improved." She said before glancing up at Eddie, "I assigned my best student to you."

He could feel chills running down his spine when the woman went back to grading tests, leaving the classroom in long strides, only to feel someone grab hold of his arm.

He turned to see the smile he'd already memorized as you looked up at him with an expectant look on your face, your eyes gleaming. "Well, how was it?"

"I don't know, I think it went well. We're getting our tests back on Friday."

"Good job." You said, raising your hand. "High five?"

Eddie looked around to see if anyone was watching before he connected your hands, making a decision as soon as your hands touched. If he passed the test, he'd ask you out. No matter what.

Waiting for Friday to arrive was like Hell to him, and the only thing that was keeping him upright was the study sessions you had with him daily.

However, he didn't like the fact that whenever he was late for Hellfire, Dustin would raise his brows curiously.

"If I pass the test, then I'm gonna ask her out tomorrow, alright." Eddie explained once everyone else had left.

"Sure you will." Dustin said dismissively, gathering his stuff.

"I'm serious."

"I think you're full of crap."

"Watch me! If I pass the test, then I'm asking her out." Eddie said confidently, causing Dustin to roll his eyes.

"If you were going to ask her out, you would've already done so, and you'd probably be on a date with her right now instead of cleaning."

"I'm doing it tomorrow."

"Mmhm."

It was the most restless night in Eddie's life, and even smoking didn't seem to calm him down enough to get a proper night's sleep, the boy ending up with under two hours of sleep, all of it somehow still filled with dreams about you.

Now, he was sitting in history class, fidgeting with the torn corners of a paper to try and get himself to calm down. It didn't help that history was Eddie's last class of the day, or that the boy had felt like he was going to throw up as soon as he got to school.

Mrs. Click was passing out the tests, and when she got to him, she placed the paper upside down on the desk.

Eddie felt his heart drop into his stomach. It couldn't be a good sign. Everyone else had their test scores in full view.

He felt tempted to see what his grade was, but he kept reminding himself of the request you'd made to him.

"When you get the test back, can you not look at it without me? I wanna see how happy you get when you realize you've passed."

He still remembers the wide smile on your face when he agreed, and a feeling of failure washed over him. You'd worked so hard to help him, but he likely didn't even pass.

Even when the bell rang, Eddie stayed in his seat, waiting for everyone else to leave the classroom before he did. And when he was the only student in the room, he took a deep breath before exiting, knowing that he'd have to face you.

You had that excited smile on your face, your hands pressed together as you looked at him with raised brows, but when you saw the feeble attempt he made to smile, your smile was erased from your face.

"Did you look at your test without me?"

"No." Eddie chuckled dryly, "I just don't have high hopes."

"You did well. I know it."

"Can you look?" He said, holding the test out, and you pursed your lips as you hesitantly accepted the piece of paper, turning it around.

After a moment, your mouth twisted into the widest smile he had ever seen, and you held up the paper, showing him the grade.

B+

"I told you that you did well!" You exclaimed, handing the paper to him. "I'm so proud of you."

You watched as his jaw slackened, the boy looking down at the paper in his hands in pure awe, your heart fluttering at the sight, trying your best to memorize the beautiful smile on his face in hopes of recreating it in a drawing.

"Thank you."

"This was all you!" You exclaimed, "You did great."

"I couldn't have done it without your help." He said, taking a deep breath. "I made a promise I kind of have to keep."

"What promise?"

"I have to ask a girl out."

Your heart fell when you heard those words leave his lips, and you looked down at your feet, trying to hide the frown that was trying to take over your lips.

"So, how about it?" Eddie said, taking hold of your chin and lifting your face up so you'd look at him. "Will you go on a date with me?"

You couldn't help but be taken in by the way he looked at you, his brown eyes full of hope as he waited for your answer, your heart beating against your chest as you looked up at him, his gorgeous smile tempting you to come closer.

And when you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, you whispered into his ear,

"Yes."

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firelordsfirelady · 12 days

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VIII. Rooftop Heartbreak

Author: @firelordsfirelady

Imagine: When Y/N—a princess of one of the Water Tribes—is told she’s leaving her tribe, she never expects that she’s to be betrothed to the Fire Lord’s son, nor was she prepared to be exiled the very day she arrived at the Fire Nation. With her life in the hands of her new fiancée, how will life change for the princess?

Pairing: Zuko x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: arranged marriage, feelings of fear, banishment, mentions of burns/abuse, frustration, violence, betrayal

Word Count: 1770

Destined to be Yin and Yang

I own no rights to any of the Avatar Last Air Bender characters.

Author’s Notes

The characters as all aged up so Zuko’s banishment happens when he’s 16

Keep in mind I am bringing a unique world with inspiration from ATLA in their characters, some of the events that happen, bending, etc. Not many things may align or occur with what happened in the show. It’s intended that way, so I hope you enjoy it regardless.

See Y/N’s inspiration here.

“Y/N?” Iroh’s voice accompanied the knocks on my door. “Are you awake?” I groaned as I opened my eyes. The dull light in the room told me that the sun was high in the sky outside.

“I was concerned because it's roughly noon and no one has seen or heard from you.” The genuine concern in his voice put a small frown on my lips. I assume that Iroh must’ve heard my scream last night, and he is trying to shake the idea of his nephew having something to do with it.

“I am fine. I did not sleep well last night.” I sheepishly replied as I rolled onto my back. Rubbing my hands down my face, I stared blankly at the ceiling as an unsettling feeling slowly overwhelmed my body. “I will come out later.” I told Iroh, who I assumed bowed and walked away from the door.

The teenager from my dream last night kept haunting me, so I decided to get up and put down on paper what I had seen. Letting the spirits guide my hand, I effortlessly drew line after line until the image on the paper in front of me was the same vision I saw last night.

The Avatar. Zuko’s words from my dream last night echoed in my head as a deep chill went through my body and caused goosebumps to rise on my forearms.

“Y/N?” The sound of my name coming from the other side of the door accompanied by three short knocks at my door took my attention away from the picture. The voice on the other side of the door belonged to Zuko, so I moved to cover the Airbender with other sheets of sketches before I moved to answer the door. Zuko stood on the other side of the door and looked at me as I opened the door. “Are you alright?”

Should I tell him about my dream? I smoothed the hairs on my head down before I replied to Zuko.

“Do I look that bad?” I tried to keep my tone jovial to avoid any discussion about last night. Zuko averted his gaze from me as I walked away from the desk. “What time are we training this evening?” I asked, changing the subject. Zuko stepped to the side as I joined him in the hallway, closing the door behind me.

“Same time as yesterday.” He said as he turned on his heels. “Don’t be late.” Zuko didn’t turn back to look at me before he walked away. As he left out the door, I felt like an elephant climbed on my shoulders and got comfortable as I felt my heart race. I shook my shoulders, but I couldn’t help the unsettling feeling that loomed like a thick cloud over my head.

I trained with Zuko that night, and soon I began to have training sessions with Zuko every day. After our training sessions, he would accompany the walk to our rooms and end the night with a bow. Every time, after closing the door behind me, I would lean heavily against the frame for a moment before looking at the picture I drew of the Avatar.

Should I tell him about my dream? This became the new daily routine for a few moon cycles.

Zuko’s change in behavior had butterflies hatching in my stomach, but I hadn’t been able to shake the dream about the airbender. Tonight, I stared at the sketch that now included the rough details of Zuko’s desk in his room.

Tonight, the air felt thick in the room, and I couldn’t take another moment of looking at the picture. I covered the image before I quickly threw a thick coat over my shoulders and made my way to the deck. Snow lightly fell from the sky as ice floated by as large chunks in the darken water around the boat. Zuko had mentioned earlier that we were in the waters near the Southern Water Tribe. I climbed the ice-cold steel ladder to the roof over the rooms. I gingerly made my way to the backside of the roof and laid down.

Placing my hands behind my head, I turned my attention to the stars burning brightly in the night sky. The crisp air entering my lungs was reminiscent of the winter air back home, and I felt an overwhelming sense of being homesick wash over me. A lump formed in my throat as tears blurred the edges of my vision as I missed the days were my biggest worry was the score on my waterbending skills demonstration. Blinking my eyes, I welcomed the tears as they slowly slid down the sides of my face and into my hair sprawled on the roof beneath my head.

I miss home. A heavy sigh left my lips as I closed my eyes. Flashbacks of being under the water caused me to gasp before I placed a hand over the racing organ in my chest. The air in front of me turned ghostly white as whisps of smoke matched with my expirations. I keep telling myself that the dream was just that--a dream.

“Had to get out too?” A soft voice asked. I looked towards the sound to find a sheepish looking Zuko standing a few feet away from me.

“Sometimes I feel trapped inside those four walls.” I admitted as I extended a hand to pat the ground beside me. “Plus, the sky is so pretty tonight.”

The moon was still casting a dim light on the slightly opaque layer of snow. Stars glistened in the sky around the moon like fireflies in a dark forest.

“I get that.” Zuko said, and I gave Zuko a smile as he laid down on the rooftop near me. Turning my attention back to the stars in the sky, Zuko and I laid in comfortable silence. As I looked up at the stars, I felt my heart start to race as Zuko spoke again. “Aren’t you cold out here?”

“I wouldn’t turn down a blanket.” I said with a lighthearted laugh. “I don’t mind it though. Honestly…” I bit my lip before I dropped my voice to a whisper. “it reminds me of the winters back home.” My heart squeezed in my chest at the feeling of being homesick.

“Do you miss your home?” Zuko’s question made my heart pick up its pace in my chest.

“I do.” The words were honest, but out of curiosity I asked, “Do you?”

Silence greeted my question, and I felt as though my body was pins and needles as the silence seemed to stretch on between us.

“I do.” Zuko’s earnest words made me turn my head to look at him. He laid there with his hands under his head as he stared up at the stars above us. His eyes looked up at the sky, but I could tell he was miles away by the look in his amber eyes. I let his words rest in the air between us for a few moments, but he broke the silence. “I miss the comforts of home.”

Are you opening up to me? The organ in my chest was hopeful while the logical part of my head was full of doubt.

“Zuko…” His name escaped my lips into the quiet air between us. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest at my audacity. “If anyone can find the Avatar--it’s you.” Silence hung in air between us just long enough for the pins and needles to turn into ants crawling under my skin.

Should I show him the drawing? Tell him about the dream? Zuko scoffed and I turned to look at him. His face openly showed how much the mission has taken its toll on him, and I felt my heart ache for him. I rolled to lay with my head propped on my right hand and gave Zuko a soft smile as he slowly turned his head to look at me. Disbelief shown in the amber eyes as they searched my face for something.

“When I return home with the Avatar, I will be announced as the heir to the throne.” Zuko’s voice was low and level as he spoke. “Father may decide to change his mind about the marriage.” My stomach fell to my feet as his words hung heavily in the silence between us. “He might be inclined to suggest one of the General’s daughters.” I felt the slow cracking of my heart as it realized the gravity of what Zuko said. “There’s a chance I would have to accept the new arrangement.”

Did I miss understand what was going on? Clearing my throat, I broke eye contact with Zuko as I slowly made the transition to sit up. Tears of embarrassment threatened to fall from my eyes as my hair fell and blocked Zuko’s gaze.

“It’s getting a bit to cold out for me.” Standing up, I wrapped my arms around me to keep me warm for effect. “Good night, Prince Zuko.”

The sound of my heart breaking overwhelmed my ears as I left without for him to respond. Tears slowly slipped down my face as I reached my door. I didn’t hear the door open as Zuko walked into the hallway as I disappeared into my room. Not wanting Zuko to know that I was crying, I held my breath and I closed my eyes. Footsteps approached my door then faded as its owner walked across the hall. I crumbled to my knees as I heard Zuko’s door close shortly after the footsteps stopped.

I don’t know why the thought hadn’t occurred to me until now that there was a chance that someone back in the Fire Nation would be awaiting his potential return home. I should’ve known he would have someone back home waiting for him.

Then why did this hurt so much?

I collected myself off of the floor and moved to sit in the chair at my desk. I lit the candle sitting on the desk and looked at the young boy taunting me from the paper he was penciled on. Taking the page in my hand, I held one corner of the paper over the flame and watched as the fire slowly consumed the picture until nothing but ashes remained. The ashes scattered across the surface of my desk as I blew the candle out then changed and laid down in the bed. Tears rejuvenated their mission to roll down my cheeks as closed my eyes.

Tonight I was sure of something else--I was catching feelings for the unavailable Prince.

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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he already has my approval ~ taron egerton

word count: 4393

request?: no

description: in which her dad keeps trying to set her up with her celebrity crush, who just so happens to be playing him in a biopic

pairing: taron egerton x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

The first time I met Taron was on the red carpet for Kingsman: The Golden Circle, and it did not go as well as I had wished it would’ve.

I had seen the first movie in theaters when it came out and immediately developed a crush on Eggsy, and, in turn, on his actor Taron. When dad was offered a cameo in the sequel, I think I was more excited than he was. I begged dad basically every day to let me go to set with him, but I was in college at the time and neither of my dads would let me miss that much time to travel just to meet my celebrity crush. It felt unfair at the time, but they had a point in the long run.

When the day of the premiere came around, dad took me as his plus one to the red carpet. I was buzzing with excitement the entire day as dad’s stylists came in to help us get ready for the night, but the minute our ride pulled up to the red carpet my excitement turned to nervousness. There was no reason for me to be so nervous. I had been to huge events like this before, and of course I had met famous people plenty of times. But there was something about meeting my actual celebrity crush that made me feel like a high schooler who was about to go on her first date.

Dad introduced me to Taron, because of course he did. Fatherhood never changed who dad was, and he was shithead, cocky, lived to tease everyone in his life Elton John. I always knew it was a bad idea to tell dad about my crush on Taron, but I never regretted it more than when I heard him shout across the red carpet, “Taron, darling, come here!”

He looked like the most handsome man in the entire world dressed in his suit, his smile lighting up his face as he approached us. That moment was when I realized he was real. He wasn’t just a character on my screen; he was an actual real person. And now he was stood in front of me. So close that I could smell his cologne, and boy, did it ever smell good.

“Taron, I want you to meet my daughter (Y/N),” dad said, gesturing to me. I was still in such awe by his beauty that I almost forgot who I even was.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N),” Taron said as he shook my hand. “Elton has spoke very highly of you.”

My brain was definitely short circuiting. Hearing him say my name was one thing, but then for him to also say that he’s heard a lot about me from dad also contributed to it. When I realized I was just stood there staring at him like an idiot, I felt embarrassment wash over me. I tried to force myself to say something, but it was like I completely forgot how to speak English.

“She’s a little shy because she has a crush on you.”

I turned to look at dad in disbelief. If there was a higher power, They would do me a favor and open up the floor to swallow me whole and take me away from this entire situation.

I made my escape before Taron could say anything. I turned away from the two of them and walked away as quickly as possible.

The memory haunted my nightmares for a while afterwards. Even after I managed to forget about it for the most part, the intrusive thought would pop into my mind from time to time just to make me cringe. I could barley ever watch Taron’s movies anymore without thinking about that moment, which was hard since I still had such a big crush on him.

A year later, I was on set with dad and papa for the movie papa was producing about dad. Papa was so excited, as he was making the movie as a gift to dad. Papa had complete creative freedom and dad was able to give as much input as he wanted. When filming started, the two of them wanted to bring me, Zachary, and Elijah on set to watch some of the filming. They hadn’t told me much about the movie just yet, but papa’s excitement was contagious enough that I was feeling it, too.

“We’re filming the Troubadour scene today,” papa was telling us. “Full 70s aesthetic. You guys are gonna feel like you were really there to see your dad’s first ever solo performance.”

“Do I get any 70s outfits once you guys are done filming?” I asked.

“Darling, you know we have a closet full of all my favorite outfits from those days,” dad said. “You’re free to go through it as you please. It’ll be the real deal, not some cheaply made replicas.”

“Hey! You’re the one who approved of Taron’s wardrobe!” papa said with a chuckle.

The mention of his name made me stop in my tracks. “Wait...whose wardrobe?”

Both of them looked at me, confused by my reaction. “Taron, honey,” papa said. “That’s who’s playing dad in the movie. You didn’t know that?”

Memories from the year before came rushing back. I could not see him again or else I may just turn into an embarrassment puddle at his feet. I especially couldn’t be here with dad and have a potential repeat of the situation.

As if reading my thoughts, dad walked up to me and gently took my hand in his. “Honey, it’s been a year. He’s not going to remember.”

“But what if he does?” I asked. “God, he probably thinks I’m crazy after our first encounter. I can’t watch the filming.”

“Hey, hey, calm down sweetheart,” papa said. “You’re working yourself up. It’s okay. If you feel uncomfortable you don’t have to watch, but I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you’re expecting.”

I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself down. I wanted to be there and support both of my dads on this project they were both so excited over. I knew they were right and Taron likely didn’t even remember our first encounter, but I still couldn’t shake this pre-embarrassment feeling about seeing him again.

I sucked it up and followed them to the Troubadour set. There were many extras dressed in 70s clothes standing around the stage. The general murmur of the crowd turned into an excited one as people began to notice dad walking onto the set. I couldn’t see Taron anywhere, but I did recognize Richard Madden talking to the movie’s director, Dex Fletcher. Zachary was tightly holding my hand, trying to hide behind me. I knew the crowd was likely making him nervous, so I squeezed his hand and picked him up.

“Lead actor walking the set!”

I felt my body tense as everyone turned to see Taron taking the stage. He was wearing a pair of white overalls and a navy blue shirt with silver stars. He had on a wig that looked like dad’s hair from this time period and a pair of thick framed glasses that matched his overalls. He looked really good, even if he was dressed as my dad.

It took my brain a moment to register that he was walking towards us. I felt the panic return, but I tried my best to play it cool.

“It’s like looking in a mirror,” dad said as he embraced Taron. “I still have this outfit I’m pretty sure. I was just telling (Y/N) that I still have all my favorite outfits back home going all the way back to this very first performance.”

At the mention of my name, Taron’s eyes landed on me. I tried not to crumple under his gaze, and kept the smile on my face.

“Hey,” Taron said. “Good to see you again.”

“Good to see you, too,” I said, surprisingly myself with how confident i sounded.

“Who is this little guy?” Taron asked, referring to Zachary. The young boy buried his face in my neck, peaking one eye up at Taron.

“This is Zachary,” I said. “Z, this is Taron. Doesn’t he look like daddy?”

Taron struck a pose for Zachary, who seemed to warm up slightly but not a lot.

“What do you think, Elijah?” papa asked the youngest boy. “Do you think Taron looks like daddy?”

Elijah shook his head. “Daddy is old!”

We burst out into laughter as dad gave Elijah a mocked offended look. Elijah squealed as dad picked him up and began tickling his sides. Zachary was still a bit hesitant, but I could feel his body shaking as he chuckled in my arms.

“Come on, Rocket Man, we gotta start filming,” Dex called to Taron.

Taron made his way onto the set stage. Quiet was called and a hush fell over the room. The minute Dex called action, music filled the silence. One of dad’s songs, his least favorite yet one of his most popular ones, began to play. Except it wasn’t dad singing it, it was Taron’s voice. I was a little shocked to hear him singing instead of there being a backing track of dad’s music, but I had to admit he was an amazing singer. It was a fantastic choice they made. His singing voice was amazing and it made the movie have more of a fantastical musical vibe, instead of just a movie with dad’s voice dubbed over for the music.

I tried to get Zachary out of his shell more by dancing with him while the music was playing. We were not strangers to dad’s music. The three of us had seen dad perform on numerous occasions. I figured the familiarity of the music, plus the goofy dancing would definitely help with his nervousness. And I was right for the most part; Zachary came out of his nervous cocoon eventually and started dancing with me. By the time Dex called cut on the scene, Zachary felt comfortable enough to be put back down on to the floor and followed dad and papa to meet Jamie Bell, who was playing Uncle Bernie.

“Seems he enjoyed the show.”

I jumped at the sound of Taron’s voice so suddenly. He was laughing at my reaction as I turned back to him, my heart beating a million beats per second just having him so close to me.

“I think he just needed some time to warm up to being around so many people,” I said. “Usually when we go to dad’s shows we’re in a special VIP area where it’s just the three of us and papa, so he’s not used to so many people and so much attention being on him.”

“I get that. He’s only young. Doesn’t fully understand how well loved his dad is.”

“I don’t think I even fully understand it, and I’m in my mid 20s,” I said.

Taron chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile too. The realization of his realness was starting to wash over me again. He was actually here, stood in front of me, talking to me. He was a real person!

“Listen,” Taron said, “I wanted to talk about the first time we met.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I tried not to let my embarrassment show too much. Maybe if I pretended I didn’t even remember, we could just move on from the entire situation and pretend like it never happened.

“I’m sorry it went the way that it did,” he continued. “I know you were embarrassed about what your dad said. I know Elton meant no harm, and he was just trying to tease you because...well, he’s Elton John, but it really wasn’t fair of him to say that to me when we were first meeting. I could tell by your face that that wasn’t exactly the way you wanted our first meeting to go.”

I was a little surprised by what he was saying. I don’t know why I was expecting for him to say something that would make the situation worse, like maybe calling me out on my crush and saying something about it. He seemed like a really nice guy, not the type to make someone feel bad. But I guess, after having an entire year to let that embarrassing moment stew, I just expected the worst if I ever met him again.

“I appreciate you saying that,” I said. “It definitely was not the way I wanted to meet the guy I had such a big crush on. I think dad expects stuff like that to wash over me like water off a duck’s back because of who he is and how many famous people I’ve met and am close to, but his status never makes those types of interactions easier. Again, especially when meeting someone that I was crushing so hard on.”

Taron was giving me a look that I wasn’t sure how to read at first. “Was?”

My brows furrowed together. “Hmm?”

“You said ‘someone I was crushing on’. As in you’re not anymore?”

I wasn’t sure why that was the part he was focusing on. I opened my mouth to respond, but Dex called to Taron again. Taron looked at me and winked behind the thick framed glasses before making his way back to set to start filming again. And it was with that wink that I could not handle anymore and finally had to sit myself down.

~~~~~~

I kept coming to set the next few weeks. At first it was only one day out of the week for a couple of hours, but soon enough I was tagging along with dad and papa every day. I tried to tell them it was because I was enjoying watching the movie being filmed, and getting to relive these big moments with dad, but they both knew that wasn’t the truth. They knew I was going because I wanted to see Taron.

We had gotten to talking a lot in between takes when I was on set. About everything and anything really. It started with just getting to know each other, but eventually it blossomed into talking about whatever was on our minds. Sometimes it was about the movie, sometimes it wasn’t. Either way, we just got to know one another. And eventually, my “celebrity crush” became a real one.

I knew my dads could see what was going on, but they didn’t bring it up. I figured that was mostly because of how my first interaction with Taron went and dad didn’t want to risk embarrassing me like that again. Which, I did appreciate. I felt like a friendship was being built with Taron and I didn’t want that to be risked with fatherly embarrassment to the extreme, even though I knew that wasn’t dad’s intentions.

One day, we walked on set and I was surprised to see Taron was nowhere in sight. Instead, we walked into a setup that looked like great grandma Ivy’s apartment that I had seen in plenty of dad’s baby pictures. There were three different actors than normal on set, one I recognized as Bryce Dallas Howard and one young boy I recognized to be dressed up the way dad had been when he was that age. I realized pretty quickly that today was probably mostly shooting scenes of flashbacks from dad’s childhood, which caused me to feel disappointed realizing that I likely wouldn’t be seeing Taron today.

I was sat in my usual seat (because yes, I had visited so often that I was given a seat with my name on it) watching the set up for the scene when dad came over and sat next to me, dramatically sighing as his body settled into the chair.

“These old bones can hardly sit down anymore,” he said.

I smiled at him. “Oh, please. You’re hardly that old, dad. Besides, we both know that after everything you’ve gone through, you’re going to outlive us all.”

“A man can only hope.” We laughed together. Dad put an arm around my shoulder and leaned into me. “Taron’s in his trailer, you know.”

“Oh?” I said, hoping I didn’t seem as excited by this information as I was. “He’s filming later on then?”

“Yeah, way later on this evening. David said that Taron showed up way earlier than he needed to claiming that he thought his call time was this morning, not this evening.” I raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to say whatever it was he was trying to say. “I don’t think that was the case, though.”

“Clearly.”

“I think he came here early hoping to see you.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I think you’re being a little ambitious there dad.”

“About as ambitious as I would be to say that you show up every day so you can see him, too?” When I didn’t respond to that, dad just laughed. “I see things, (Y/N). My eyes may be old, but they can still see things that no one else sees.”

“And what is it that you see with me and Taron?”

“I see a young man who is enamored by a young woman, and a young woman who feels the same way. I also see two cowards who are too afraid to confess their feelings to one another.”

I playfully nudged him with my elbow, to which he dramatically clutched his stomach and acted like I had shot him or something.

“I’m not saying that Taron feels anything for me,” I said, “because I don’t think he does. I think he’s just being friendly with someone that he considers to be a friend. But, if what you’re saying is right and he does have romantic interest in me, maybe the reason why he won’t admit it is because he’s too afraid to? I mean, my dad is Elton John after all. That’s a pretty big name to have as a potential father-in-law.”

“Hey now, I didn’t say anything about marrying you off to the man.” I smiled and shook my head. This really was just an every day thing with dad. He loved being a father, but I think he loved being a nuisance more than that. Papa always warned him he would regret that when Zachary, Elijah, and I started to pick up on his habits. “But both of you know that Taron has my approval if he does want to pursue you romantically. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have even been cast in this movie!”

“You cast him because he’s a good actor!”

“Oh, that was only part of it. The other part was so that you two could have a do-over with your meeting, since I ruined the last one.”

I put my head on dad’s shoulder. “You didn’t ruin it. You just embarrassed me beyond belief, but that’s what a father does.”

Dad gave me a small squeeze before pulling me away from him. “Go to his trailer. Have a few moments alone.”

“Give you a few grandkids?”

He pushed me away, which caused me to laugh hysterically.

“Darling, I may be old but I am certainly not that old,” he said. “And, again, I said I approve of him. Not that you two need to get married and pop out babies right away. Go on a few dates first, for the love of God.”

I stood from my chair, still laughing. Dad tried to glare at me, but he couldn’t. This was just our relationship.

I made my way out of the set before they started filming so that I wouldn’t be disrupting anything. All the trailers were grouped together in the lot, luckily with signs on them to label what or whose trailer they were. Taron’s was the furthest on the lot, with a theatrical gold star stuck to the door with his name on it. Part of me figured this was dad’s doing, but the other part of me would believe that it was Dex’s doing, too. Papa truly couldn’t have chosen a better director to capture dad’s personality and aesthetic than Dex.

My heart was pounding so loud that I thought Taron would hear it before I even knocked. I took a deep breath and pushed myself to knock before I got too nervous and ran away instead. There was a brief rustling in the trailer before the door opened, revealing Taron in a pair of black and gold hot pants, a gold jacket that was left unzipped so I could see his entire torso and chest, and heeled shoes with gold tips and gold wings on the side. I wasn’t sure where to look first. My eyes naturally lingered on his chest, his coarse chest hair a welcoming sight, but I couldn’t help but glance lower at his thighs in those hot pants, too. Not to mention the bulge -

“Shit,” Taron breathed, a panicked look in his eyes. “Sorry, uh, I didn’t expect...I thought it might’ve been someone from the set. I’m just...uh...”

“In costume, I would assume,” I said, trying to pretend like I was looking at his shoes and not another area lower on his body.

“Yeah,” he said. His face was starting to turn bright read. “It’s for a scene later on...way later on. I’m - I was early today, so they already put me through costume and makeup.” He cleared his throat and ran his hands through his hair. “Do you, um, do you want to come in?”

I nodded, unsure if I could even form any words. He stepped aside to let me into his trailer. He still looked flustered by my sudden appearance, which I thought was cute.

“Don’t be sorry, by the way,” I told him. “I don’t mind this eye full that I’m getting. Quite the opposite, really.”

That only made him more flustered, and I couldn’t help but smirk at that reaction.

“You’re a lot like your dad,” he commented. “He said something similar while we were filming Kingsman a few years ago.”

“We Furnish-Johns have good taste in men.”

I sat down on the couch of his trailer and he sat across from me. I tried not to be too obvious with my gawking, but it was hard not to look at him. God, was he ever attractive. And here he was, sat next to me, practically naked, and all flustered because I had caught him this way. I felt like I should be feeling a similar way, but knowing that I was the one who had made him feel that way just made me feel so cocky instead.

“I didn’t think you were on set today,” I told him. “I showed up and didn’t see you or Jamie or Richard.”

“We’re filming a couple smaller scenes later on to end the day. Dex wanted to film all of the flashback shots of your dad before he was Elton John today, just to get that out of the way.”

“You got here really early for that. It’s not even noon, and your scenes are this evening papa said.”

Taron shrugged. “I got the wrong call time.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “By over 12 hours?”

He shrugged again, but didn’t offer any further explanation.

I took a deep breath, once again willing that cockiness to stay long enough so that I could say what I wanted to say without losing my nerve. “Remember the first day on set where we talked about the first time we met, and you made a point of asking me about my crush on you.”

Taron nodded. “Yeah. You made it seem like you didn’t feel that way anymore.”

“Yeah, I did. Because I thought I would scare you away if I admitted that I did still like you that way.” I was moving towards him now, closing the already smaller space between us. “That I do still like you that way, if you get what I��m saying.”

We were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was looking down at me in a way that I could only ever dream of having Taron Egerton look at me like. It was like the movies I had seen him in, except this was real life and the person he was looking at was actually me.

“I think I understand,” he said. “But just in case, is it okay if I do an experiment just to be sure?”

I giggled. “Yeah, that’s okay.”

He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head back until I was looking up at him. He leaned forward at an agonizing pace before his lips finally pressed against mine. It felt like the entire world around us paused in that moment. I had to restrain myself from getting onto his lap and deepening the kiss, even though I wanted to so badly. I wanted to spend the next few hours in this trailer with him, not even letting him leave to go film. I wanted to be tangled up with him and never let him go ever again.

The kiss ended far too soon. When Taron pulled away, I tried to chase his lips to pull him back to me. He chuckled at my eagerness, allowing his lips to press against mine for a quick peck.

“Let me take you out before we get too hot and heavy,” he told me. “I want to take you on a proper date.”

“I guess we should do that before I jump your bones,” I teased. “But you do still have quite some time till your call time. If you’d like company while you wait, I wouldn’t mind staying here with you for a while. Especially if you’re going to be dressed like that the whole time.”

Taron’s face turned red again as he looked down at himself, almost like he forgot what he had been wearing. “Might be too tempting for you.”

“It definitely will be. But I will respect your virtue and not try to deflower you in your trailer.”

He buried his face in his hands. “Oh my God! What have I gotten myself into here?”

“Something pretty great, if you ask me.”

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TO THE LONG FORGOTTEN PROPHECY neuvilette x gn!reader

summary speaking of prophecy— of course the fountaine citizens immediately thinking about the prophecy about fontaine's future that always haunting their sleep, remembering that what happened in the future involved their own lives. but there is one prophecy that almost (or even everyone?) everyone forgets; the prophecy regarding the hydro dragon— who has always remaining alone will meet his mate.

⋆ 𖦹 ˚｡⋆ fluff, no plot/plotless, light angst, reader is not traveler, fontaine archon quests spoilers, there might be some ooc, cross posting on AO3. a/n : im trying to get out of my comfort zone by not using google translate too much! so pls be easy on me T~T (yes english is not my first language) my draft suddenly disappeared & i had to write t again

the discernible hints of the prophecy starting to become reality didn’t went unnoticed by fontaine citizens, as they started to feel anxious— even scared to death.

and of course, mortals being themselves always helplessly blamming their beloved archon. mouths vociferate loudly as they continue blamming her for not being able to do anything. but oh little did they know about what struggles she’s been facing all this time merely for the sake of her own folks, that they couldn’t even face it themselves. but they just keep howling like wolves.

‘…that all people from fontaine are born with sin that cannot be absolved; one day, the waters of fontaine will rise and the sinful people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the hydro archon will remain; weeping on her throne- only then will the sins of the people be washed away.’

and after the prophecy has passed, the trial of sins and a 500 year long show that is finally coming to an end, and the hydro dragon finally forgiven their sins.

and when the spotlights in the opera went out one by one, the seats are empty, and furina finished her part at the performance. she remained silent. the endeavor she faced all this time is finally gone. and now the theatrical has ended, what will she do now?

a small performance that performed by furina herself must be met with painful reality; she has to go. leaving the place where she had been living, in order to start a new beginning.

in the morning she started packing her things, helped by her venerated partner— neuvilette. but she suddenly remembered something that focalor had told her before.

“ah, well.. neuvilette,” she hesitantly said. “i want to remind you about a… prophecy that i think you forgot.”

one of neuvilette's eyebrows rose in curiosity. "oh? and what prophecy is that?" he’s sure that he never forgot about an important prophecy.

‘….alas! it will rain heavily one day; the hydro dragon cry to bid farewell to his dearest friend all-the-time. only to be changed by a rainbow, now that he finally found his mate.’

“that…” neuvilette give her a heavy sigh. “i don’t believe in that prophecy.”

“why? don’t you know that it’s raining heavily outside?” he peeked at the window. and like furina said, it was raining very hard outside, and he knew why. “it will never happen,” he replied.

furina only smiled at him. because deep down in her heart, she believed that her friend would find the perfect partner. as a reward for his hard work until now.

“well then, neuvilette. goodbye and…. thank you.”

insignificant annoyance were heard with every step neuvilette takes. why does it keep raining? they said. and a small child asked his mother innocently, ‘why does the hydro dragon keep crying?’

neuvilette could only stare at his reflection in the water distorted by raindrops. even if lightning started to strike, it would not dare to approach him. for the first time in a long time, he felt worldly tranquility he had longed for.

and that's why he chose to ignore the figure standing beside him. neuvilette didn't intend to glance at that person, just to see their figure. until…

“hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry!” that sentence was like a mantra for neuvilette. for a moment he thought that the voice of the person beside him was calming and soothing.

so neuvilette take a glance at the person beside him. time seemed to stop, neuvilette's heart was caught. the person's eyes shone amidst the darkness that accompanied neuvilette, they looked at him with worry. they’re captivating, their beauty is surreal that he’s sure that he’s dreaming right now.

and suddenly, the rain stopped. a rainbow slowly began to appear from the other end. maybe, just maybe, he can believe this one prophecy.

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Summary:

Separated when Amarantha took hold and banished you into a whole other realm. When she’s dead you’re brought back to Prythian Will you find your high lord again?

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For fifty years you had been trapped in a dangerous and unknown land. Banished there by Amarantha when she took hold and trapped so many faeries under the mountain. That day forever haunted your mind. The day you were separated from the faerie you loved. All because she was filled with so much hate she wanted to hurt him in any way she could think of.

You survived by hunting and gathering whatever food was in the awful, cold realm she trapped you in. You had lost hope years ago. As you lay down on the freezing, hard ground to sleep like many nights before when you closed your eyes you dreamed of the beautiful violet eyes you used to look into all the time. You woke up and sat up startled. Instead of the cold, dark, prison world, you were in when you went to sleep you woke up in a bright, calm, clearing. Your eyes widened. You were back in Prythian. That had to mean one thing.

Amarantha was dead. You sprung to your feet. You had to find where you were and how far home was.

And you prayed that once you got there the one faerie you wanted to see most was still there. Later that night Rhysand stood in the open. no longer locked under the mountain. No longer some sick, power-hungry queen's victim. He sighed looking up at the star-filled sky as he absent-mindedly picked a piece of invisible lint from his clothes. He turned his head when he heard light footsteps. A female had appeared.

When you turned you froze. Your heart pounded. Staring back at you was an all too familiar pair of violet eyes. Rhysand looked just as surprised. It couldn't be you, could it? You were ripped from him fifty years ago. He was sure Aramantha had killed you. "Y/N?" he whispered. Just hearing his voice again brought tears to your eyes. He was alive and he was still here and finally, you were both free. You started sprinting toward him before you could even register. The minute you reached him his arms locked around you tight as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"I can't believe it's you" he whispered, "I thought she killed you,".

"Tell me she's dead," you told him, "tell me she can't separate us again,". He pulled you back to look into your eyes wiping tears away. you locked onto those violet eyes you dreamed of every night for fifty years.

"She's dead," he said as he caressed your cheek gently, "she can't hurt anyone anymore,".

"I missed you," you whispered. Rhys rested his forehead against yours. The familiar and comforting scent of jasmine teased your nose.

"I thought about you every single day," he whispered back. He leaned in and kissed you. Slow, soft. He still felt like home to you. When the kiss broke you both smiled.

"Take me home my lord," you tell him.

"As you wish my high lady," he said as you two headed off to the night court. Intent on making up for last time.

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Chapter Four: A new kind of promise

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Authors Note: After weeks of heavy research into Romani weddings traditions, I decided to use a mix of traditional events and my own versions. The questions I’ve been trying to find answers for have come up with little to nothing, so I’m mixing it all up into my own thing. I am sorry if that’s offended people, but I genuinely can’t do much about it. I have tried asking for help, but nothing came through. I’ve used mainly Christian traditions, but am making it my own with as much limited information that I found online weaved in.

Chapter Summary: The wedding day is coming up quickly, and your little conversation with your hopefully soon to be husband has made you think of things more clearly than you before

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Warnings: Talks of arranged marriage, literal marriage, most likely incorrect portrayal of a Romani wedding, she/her pronouns mentioned, (if I miss any let me know!)

The wedding is in two days, and the memory of Abrahams body against yours is still unrelenting and clear in your mind as ever. Sticking with you with the same ferocity as a stick of Ivy that’s grown on the side of a house.

Though it were his words that clung to you most adamantly. ‘Because while she may not even be here yet, I already somehow finding myself caring for her. Just as much as I find myself already loving you.’

“What’s got you in such a state my darling?” Your mother says, making you suddenly jump in pure fright as in your thoughts you’d forgotten she was even there in the first place.

You sigh. “Nothing mum. I was just… just thinking of the wedding.”

You’d hate to say anything to inflate her ego, but your mum has been nothing short of a saint, even with her small snide comments every so often. As while you’ve been so caught up on Abraham, she’s been caught up in the making of your wedding. Making sure everything is being set up rightly for the day, and making sure your dress will be made in good time. It seems her bossiness and her attitude is good for something other than nagging you.

She scoffs in disbelief at your answer, but to your relief she seems to let the comment slide. Focusing on making herself a cup of tea, reminding you of your own that whilst you were caught up in your thoughts, turned cold in your hands. Still, you sip at it diligently anyway. Attempting to use it as a very useless distraction that of course does little to help.

The stables are now a place you can’t go to anymore. Too fearful to be put face to face with your soon-to-be husband to go anywhere near that now haunted place. From what you’ve heard from the recent girl talk you’ve been listening too with pricked up ears whenever Abrahams been mentioned, he hasn’t been going there too much recently anyway. Choosing to go either there or mainly out in the woods. He still drops off the wood and the animal carcasses, only with the recent development of the two of yours’ relationship, he only places them at the step of the door, before knocking and leaving soon as he comes. As if he was never there in the first place.

You don’t blame him for acting like this. Especially with how you acted to him after he practically told you he loved you.

You hate yourself for it. As when he uttered those words, you froze. You mumbled incoherent words even to yourself, and ran away like an absolute fucking coward. You left him standing there in that stable, leaning against the wall after he said those personal things to you, and you feel absolutely awful for it.

Your parents had asked what had you in such a rush when you all but sprinted through the door, but you couldn’t dare tell them the reason. Instead, you yelled you needed the loo, and hid in the toilets for a few minutes and cried into your hands like an idiot.

The days that went by after that had all been eerily and dreadfully similar. His words had revealed something within you that made you so fearful of it all that you now cannot do anything but hate yourself, and pray to whatever man or thing that was in the sky that Abraham would still love you, even after what you had done.

To your surprise though, praying to whoever you could seemingly worked, as each night that passed resulted in another day until your wedding. When you’d become his wife and he’d become your husband. It would have been so exhilarating if the days before hadn’t been so awful and hateful.

The anxiety has been killing you, but putting that aside, the dress itself was absolutely beautiful.

It was white, a colour insisted by your mother even though there was a very high chance it’d be dyed a mixture of green and brown by the end of night, and reached around your mid calf. There was even delicate lace hand sewn by your mother. An act you could not dare to deny brought small tears to your eyes that were quickly dried away claiming hay fever, in fear it would somehow spoil the minimal makeup that had been insisted by the other ladies who’d helped you get ready.

Yet as you found yourself walking down the laid out path towards where your fiancé stands, you cannot deny that for once, you felt truly beautiful. That it felt thrilling almost to feel actually wanted and desired by a man who you would soon share your bed with.

Abraham doesn’t turn to look at you until you’re a few steps away. Yet when he does, your heart does somersaults as you see his mouth open slightly, and his eyes quickly move to look over you fully. His eyes widening slightly as he takes you all in, though you feel the need to almost snicker when you see they linger at times specially around your cleavage. An act he stops doing so quickly you could easily blink and miss it.

His reaction calms you though. As it shows he still cares for you in his own way. It shows that he still wants to be wish you. In his own way…

When you get to him, he nods his head in his own way of a greeting, and you nervously nod your own. Your lips already sore and swollen from how much you’ve been biting them in your anxiety the last couple days. Yet when Abrahams eyes trail to look at your lips, a whole new type of ache travels through you.

“May all who are here today sit now!” Pal shouts, his voice loud and asserting as everyone quickly moves to follow his orders. You and Abraham as well moving to face him as he looks at the both of you with a kind smile you cannot help but reciprocate.

“Abraham Lee, is here today to marry this fine woman from our own clan. Her parents are here today to witness the change of her transitioning from their daughter, to Abrahams wife. I understand that Abraham, instead of using typical money, has gifted one of his prized horse to the brides parents as payment. Does the brides parents feel this is a good payment for their daughter?”

You can’t turn back at the moment to look, but you can hear your father’s grunt as he lifts himself onto his feet, and how your mother fusses at him for him to be careful.

“Yes, me and my wife believe the horse that Abraham has provided our family with was a sufficient price to pay for our daughter. We are grateful to welcome him into our home, and are grateful he has taken such a shine to our only child.” Your father chokes, almost sounding on the verge of tears at the end of his words, before another round of grunts begins, signifying he’s finished and has sat back down on his chair again with a sigh.

Pal nods his head in a silent thanks to your parents, and turns to your right to look at Abraham eye to eye.

“Okay then. Now, Abraham Lee. Do you promise to take this romni under your protection? Do you vow to look after her, and be a good husband for her? To allow herself to be shielded by you forever, until the day you die?”

He doesn’t answer straight away, you yourself only hearing him let out a single deep breath, and you quite honestly feel yourself almost die on the spot fearing the worst has happened. That he has realised his mistake and that he’d put the wedding off there and then, shaming you for your actions.

Only whilst you’re worrying, he grunts and begins speaking, and you have to slowly let out the breath you were holding previously in thanks. “Yes, I vow to do all that and more for her.”

Then Pal turns to you, and suddenly you find yourself unable to breath once more. Who knew the whole ordeal would be so friggin stressful?

“Do you, a daughter of this clan and of the Roma, take Abraham Lee as your husband? Do you understand you will be under his protection, living in his home with him and being with him until his or your last breath? Do you vow to be a good wife to him, looking after him and caring for him back to full health whenever needed? Do you vow to guide him, when it is needed too? Do you vow to do all that and more for him, in exchange for his protection?”

Your breath is shaky as you hold it, and whilst it would be improper to do so, you want so badly to hold Abrahams hand firmly in your own and use his strength for some stability. Still, it is improper, and Abraham still has every right to shove you to the dirt and shame you.

“Yes, clan leader, I vow to do all that and more for him, as he is my husband now and forever more.” The extra words aren’t necessary, but it feels nice to do and makes you feel sort of giddy to see the small smile on Abrahams face in the corner of your eye. His body shifting from side to side as the next part of the ceremony begins.

“May the husband and wife hold each others hands.”

The two of you turn to each other, and you’re pleasantly surprised to see Abraham’s cheeks are an unfamiliar shade of pink. He almost appears bashful, but that would no doubt be an unfamiliar feeling of his.

Still, his hands move to clasp your own, and your thumb begins to rub small shapes on the back of his veiny hand. His own hands though clench slightly round yours, possibly as a warning. It probably wouldn’t be a good look for him or you if he was to begin glaring at you already, not even ten minutes into the ceremony.

“Do the two do you vow to look after each other, stay true to each other, and be good to each other for the rest of yours and theirs’ lives?”

This time, there is no real hesitation from either of you, as both you and Abraham almost manage to say ‘I will’, at the same time as each other.

Though after that, Pal smiles at the two of you, and motions for the bread to be brought out. Which when it gets handed to the two of them, it’s odd, as it’s almost like the both of you don’t want to release each others hands just yet, content in providing the other with a comforting warmth. Still, the both of you split hands anyways, and move to hold your own hands and kneel before Pal who continues to stand, to allow the rest of the ceremony to continue to take place.

“I bless the both of you with this bread, in the hopes it will symbolise the fruitful future the two of you will bring to each other.” You can feel the bread being placed on your knees, and for a slight second, your body recognises that familiar feeling of warmth and comfort as you feel Abraham’s hand on your leg for a quick moment grabbing one of the two chunks of bread. Pal hands him the salt, and he adds an almost amusing amount onto it, you yourself doing the exact same, only with much less.

Abraham brings the bread to your lips, and with a surprising amount of grace you manage to take the break into your mouth, eyes widening as the sudden taste of salt hits you. Your hand moving to cover your mouth as it takes a few seconds for you to be able to swallow. But after that small moment, which you could see brought a smile to Abraham’s face, you place your own piece of bread by his lips, and with much less care for his manners he fully leans forward and places his lips over your fingers, leaving spit to cover your fingertips as you let go of the bread and it falls directly on his waiting tongue.

Pal gives the two of you a minute to swallow, but neither you nor Abraham needs it. And instead, the two of you take the time to admire each other in your respective wedding outfits. Your own eyes focused on the way his body somehow manages to look so good in the clean yet somehow still Abraham looking suit, while his almost can’t seem to focus on one thing. His eyes constantly roaming your body as if he can’t get enough of you.

“Now that that’s been done, the bride and groom, if you can continue to face each other please! It’s time for the last bit of the vows part before we can move onto dancing, which I can say for all is what we’re definitely looking forward too! Or in my case, the booze!”

A small wave of laughter is heard from the guests, and even a small giggle from yourself is heard. A doing which brings a small, barely noticeable smile from the man in front of you.

“Finally, the newly vowed couple of the rom and romni needs to do one final thing. Abraham, my friend, it’s time for you to kiss your new bride!”

Your breath feels like it’s swept away from you as Abraham steps closer to you and takes your head in his hands, before pulling you closer. Your eyes close in delight and you feel yourself so close to letting out some sort of noise of pure happiness when his lips firmly press against your own.

Your heart feels like it’s about to beat from your chest as your hands grasp around Abrahams vest and somehow try to pull him closer to you. You can feel his body heat overwhelming you, and you almost let out something akin to a sad sound when he eventually pulls away from you. Yet that quickly gets forgotten when you see Abrahams red swollen lips up close. And when you find yourself able to tear your eyes away to look properly at him, you can see his own eyes and doing just the same. Unable to look away from your lips.

The both of you are so smitten that you almost don’t hear Pal announcing how it’s time for the celebration dance. Only broken from the trance when Pal places a hand gently against the both of yours’ shoulders and murmurs the instructions to the both of you, choosing to ignore the knowing smirk on his lips as the both of you are lead to where the rest of the nights festivities are being held.

It’s beautiful, for there are various lights that are hung up all around that brighten up the space wonderfully, and many other things that are dotted around that bring a deep sense of fondness deep in your heart. Soon though, music floods the air as you giggle amusingly at the sight of your mother and father dancing wildly as if there was no one else there. As if his injury was never there in the first place.

You look at Abraham, but to your delight you find he is already looking at you with a content smile on his face. It’s strange, to see the once hard working and duty driven man that is Abraham look so soft in your presence. But you must say, it certainly begins to grow on you almost annoyingly quickly.

“Do you, do you want to dance?” You stutter, scared he’d say no to your question. Only to your surprise, he doesn’t. Abraham murmurs his own version of an agreement, and takes your hand in his own, bringing a deep flush to your surprised face.

To your delight, he brings you to the very centre of the makeshift dancing area, and he holds you close to him as he begins to move you in time with his body. His hands clasped firmly against your waist and your hand, his face tucked next to yours.

“I didn’t get the chance to tell you earlier, but you look gorgeous…” Abraham murmurs, his breath tickling your ear sending shivers down your spine. “Made me forget about everything except the fact that you’re mine now. That you belong to me, and the fact that now…” He takes such a deep breath as he pauses that he almost causes the hair tucked behind your ear to fall loose. “That now I’m yours too.”

You can’t help yourself from grinning at his confession, nor can you dare think to stop yourself from kissing his cheek lightly. Showing your own silent appreciation for his words.

The two of you dance for a while. Content in each other arms. Dancing till you’re forced to confess how much your feet are aching in your shoes. Yet even when the two of you sit down, Abraham still keeps his firm hold on you, refusing to let go of your hand from his. The only time he actually let go being when he insisted on getting you some food to eat after the long day, glaring and seemingly harsh when he practically forbade you from standing and getting it for yourself. But as little as you really know your husband, you know he means the best in his words and his actions. As he had said earlier, he protects fiercely what he loves.

You’re so wrapped up in thoughts with a smile that you can’t help but flinch slightly when you feel a hand place itself on your shoulder, yet a brighter smile when you see you father looking down on you with his own tearful smile.

“The two of you looked happy together when you were dancing. I don’t think the poor boy wanted to let go of you!” He grins, sitting down next to you in an empty chair.

“I didn’t either!” You giggle, smiling so fondly you swear you can feel your cheeks begin to hurt.

“I’m glad. I’m so happy for you darling that you’re happy. You know, I just remembered the talking too I gave that boy before this...”

“Oh dad you didn’t!” You gasp with your hands over your mouth, a horrified look on your face as you think of all the worst things as possible that couldn’t happened between them.

“Oh you bet I did! I refused to allow this man one moment of thought that he could get away with hurting my little girl! I told him clearly and firmly, that if he hurt you in any way shape or form, that he’d have me and all the lads making sure he paid for it dearly!”

“Dad!” You groan, embarrassed and horrified as you laid you head in your hands, your cheeks no doubt a bright red right now from the shame.

“It’s true! I may have weak bones, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give him one for sure!” Your father insists, much to your utter horror. It gets even worse when another voice joins in the conversation…

“I agree sir!” Abraham speaks, two plates in his hands as he places one in front of you and one in front of himself as he sits in another empty chair to your left. When you look down to see what he’s gotten you, you’re quite delighted to see a lot of your favourite foods there waiting for you to eat them.

“Thank you.” You say to him, genuinely surprised and grateful for what he’s done for you just now.

“Don’t be,” He grunts, tucking into a sausage roll on his place. “I got your mother to help me. Didn’t want to get you anything you hated or were allergic too or something…”

You don’t respond, choosing what’s best to respond with is a small hum of agreement and nod, before placing your hand on his which lays on the table. You have to try and not let out an audible noise when Abraham seems to instinctively clench his fingers around yours and firmly hold you. Ever the possessive man it seems your husband will be.

Your father looks at the both of you fondly, and he gives you a small smile and a nod of his own before he leaves to most likely go to talk to your mother or some other person.

“Did you enjoy it. Today, I mean.” Abraham grunts again, pausing his movements to look at you so intently you feel your whole body flush.

“Yeah, I really did. Think it’s the best day of my life.” You smile, genuinely feeling almost euphoric seeing his bashful face that he tries to hide with his now free hand. Though to save his embarrassment you move to eat your own food with a smile, staring at the dance floor where Pal has somehow convinced your mother to dance with him, much to your amusement as you begin to giggle at the sight.

Soon though, the night comes to an end as the parents take the little kids home, and the adults who have no children have other adults take them home after getting absolutely shit faced drunk, much to Abrahams amusement who huffs a laugh at them.

Your parents come to the both of you and wish you well, as your belonging have apparently already been moved into Abrahams caravan so you could stay there tonight. And due to them knowing of Abrahams family situation, they wish him the best of luck too. Even giving him a hug which you swear leaves him looking brighter than earlier.

The two of you are the last people to leave the party, but a couple other members of the clan offer to help bring the presents people have given the both of you, which Abraham and you accept gratefully when you see the sheer size of a few of them. Though when you see some familiar wrapping you remember seeing in your mother’s wrapping box you can’t help but laugh slightly in reminiscence of it all.

Abraham and yourself make it to his caravan relatively quickly whilst being followed by those who’d offered to help. They came in and left rather quickly, putting the gifts on a countertop before leaving, saying their own little congratulations while they do. Leaving you and Abraham alone in the room to look at each other.

A strange sort of silence overwhelms you, and it’s with a small gasp you suddenly feel Abrahams hand on your cheek caressing your skin carefully and softly.

“I think, if it’s alright with you little, we continue what you left me with at the stables…”

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thegettingbyp2 · 1 year

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Yes, You Can

Requested by - @queenraptor2018

Part 2 of I Could Recognise You Anywhere

You noticed two things when you came around; 1) you were lying flat on your back and 2) there was a dull throbbing pain in the side of your neck. Bringing your hand up to lightly touch your neck, you couldn’t help the sharp gasp that left your throat when you pulled your hand away to reveal a couple dots of blood staining your fingertips.

‘You’re awake?’ a familiar voice spoke from your side, relief colouring the voice. You turned your head gingerly to see Jasper sitting on the floor, knees drawn to his chest and his hands tightly gripping his hair as he watched you cautiously. Looking at him made all the memories of before you passed out flood back to you and you sat up and quickly pressed your back against the wall opposite Jasper, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

‘You bit me?’ you said, your voice coming out as a question.

‘I’m so sorry,’ Jasper replied and even though you knew you should be scared, you couldn’t help your heart break a little at how broken he sounded. ‘You were bleeding and I still haven’t fully gotten control of myself yet and I thought about how you’re mine and the next thing I knew, you were passed out and I was terrified I’d killed you.’

‘What happened to you, Jas?’ you asked, watching as his eyes closed painfully as you used your old childhood nickname for him. You sat in rapt silence as Jasper explained to you about meeting Maria and what she did to him but you still couldn’t bring yourself to be scared. If anything, you’d felt a rush of heat between your legs when you heard him say that you were his.

‘Everything’s changed now, (Y/N),’ he whispered, his eyes staring into yours with a haunted expression. ‘Nothing can be the same anymore.’

‘That’s not true,’ you said, moving closer to him until you were practically seated in his lap. Your hand came up to cup his jaw, a shiver quickly running through you at the feel of his ice-cold skin against your palm. ‘Just like you said, I’m still yours, that’s never going to change.’

You leaned in slightly with the intention of pressing your lips against his, only to be stopped by Jasper’s hands holding you at arm’s length away. ‘(Y/N), I can’t. I want to, I really do, but I can’t,’ he whispered, his voice breaking slightly.

‘Yes, you can. I trust you,’ you whispered back before leaning in to gently brush your lips across his. Almost as if a switch flipped in him, the next thing you knew Jasper had you pressed up against the wall, his mouth pressing insistently against yours, his tongue snaking into your mouth, the both of you groaning into the others mouths.

‘I need you,’ Jasper moaned into your mouth, his fingers dancing along the waistband of your trousers.

‘Then take me,’ you replied simply, your own hands making quick work of his belt and pushing his trousers down enough to free his cock, a small whimper escaping your throat when you realised that he hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

Jasper pressed a gentle kiss to the bare skin of your shoulder before pressing his forehead against your skin as he slowly pushed into you, making sure that he wouldn’t hurt you, still not used to his new-found strength. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he began to slowly thrust.

‘Jasper, please,’ you whimpered brokenly, needing more, ‘I won’t break, I promise.’

That seemed to be all Jasper needed to hear because as soon as the words left your mouth, Jasper’s hips started to move at an inhuman pace against yours and your head hit the wall behind you with a heavy thunk as moans that were impossible to quieten erupted from your body.

Jasper’s head was buried in your neck and the shaking of his body against yours told you that he was using every bit of strength in his body to not bite you again. You slid your hands up his back until your fingers were tangled in his hair. ‘Bite me,’ you managed to speak through a moan, causing Jasper’s head to snap up to meet your eyes as his thrusts slowed.

‘What? No, (Y/N), I could lose control. I could kill you. I can’t.’ He said, fear written in his eyes.

‘Yes, Jasper you can, you’ll be fine. I trust you!’

Jasper’s hips began to snap into yours once again before you felt a sharp pain in your neck as his teeth sunk into your skin and that was all it took for the both of you to reach the end, falling into each other simultaneously as you let your orgasms wash over your body. Pulling away from your neck, you saw blood coating the corners of his lips and, not sure of what washed over you, you pressed your lips against his again.

The look on Jaspers face when you pulled away wore an expression that you could only describe as pure adoration and in that moment, you both knew that everything was going to be okay.

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earthtoharlow · 1 month

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Flashing Lights

19. Break Up Song

Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

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“This is our break up song, but can’t we just get along for the night, in spite, of the hurt we hide. For old times sake, won’t you just take me by the waist and hold me underneath the sheets. Make love like our first week.”

Maryse took a deep breath as she removed her headphones. Her leg of the tour with Coldplay was over and she was finally back in the studio for the first time.

She turned to her engineer, Swish and she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nervousness mingled with excitement.

“Well?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “How’d that sound?”

Swish’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm as he leaned back in his chair, a smile spreading across his face. “That was incredible,” he replied, his tone filled with genuine admiration. “You sounded great, I think we got something special here.”

Relief washed over Maryse as she took in his words. “Thank you.” She told him with a grateful smile. It was hard to sing breakup songs about Jack when all she wanted to do was write love songs about him. Because she still loved him, and probably always would.

Though it had only been a short while since their relationship had ended, the pain of their breakup weighed heavily on her heart, casting a shadow over every aspect of her life. What had once been familiar and comforting now felt distant and foreign, as if she were navigating a world that had been turned upside down overnight.

Every day felt like a battle, a relentless struggle to come to terms with the reality of her new life without Jack by her side. The memories of their time together haunted her, their shared laughter and intimate moments now serving as painful reminders of what she had lost.

And yet, despite the passage of time, the wound of their breakup still felt raw and tender, as if no amount of time could ever truly heal the ache in her heart. Each day brought with it a new wave of emotions – sadness, anger, regret – music was the only thing helping her through it.

As she continued writing her notebook, Maryse didn’t think much of Swish saying he wanted her to meet someone. She heard the door of the studio open, she was shocked who she saw standing in front of her.

“I want you to meet someone,” Swish said enthusiastically. “This is Clay. He’s a talented producer, and I thought it would be great for you two to collaborate.”

Awkward tension hung in the air as Maryse shook Clay’s hand as they exchanged pleasantries. Despite their attempts to mask it with polite conversation, Maryse and Clay couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that filled the room and it only slowly went away when they started writing together.

Swish ended up leaving half way through the session which left them alone together. Clay watched Maryse from across the studio, a thoughtful expression on his face. He could see the pain etched in her features, the weight of her emotions heavy on her shoulders. With a sigh, he approached her, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet room.

“Hey, I just wanted to apologize for showing up here,” he began, his voice tinged with sincerity. “I didn’t realize that you were the one I was going to meet, and I wouldn’t have come if I had known.”

Maryse offered him a gentle smile. “It’s okay, Clay,” she reassured him. “I’m actually glad you’re here.”

He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Really?” he asked, a hint of hope creeping into his voice.

She nodded, giving him a small smile. “Yeah,” she replied softly. “It’s nice to see a familiar face.”

A relieved sigh escaped Clay’s lips as he relaxed, the tension melting away from his shoulders. “I’ve missed you, Maryse.” he admitted, his voice filled with honesty. “After the breakup, things just haven’t been the same. Jack misses you—“

Before Clay could continue, Maryse held up a hand, her expression grave. “Please,” Maryse interjected softly, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. The mention of Jack hurt more than she wanted to admit. She missed him too. “Let’s not go there.”

Clay’s eyes were immediately filled with remorse when he noticed the look on her face. “I shouldn’t have mentioned him.”

“It’s okay, Clay,” Maryse replied softly. “He’s your brother, after all. It would’ve been weird if you didn’t bring him up.”

Clay nodded, "Thanks, M,” he said, his voice filled with appreciation. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Maryse gave him another small but genuine smile, “I will be.” His concern warned her heart.

They continued to write and collaborate in the studio; the creative energy between them flowed effortlessly, the earlier tension went away with each passing moment.

As the session drew to a close, Maryse turned to Clay with a smile, her eyes alight with excitement. “Hey, I wanted to invite you to the opening night of Beauty and the Beast,” she said eagerly. “I’ll leave some tickets for you at the door. It would mean a lot to me if you could come.”

Clay was taken aback by her invitation, his surprise quickly giving way to gratitude. “Wow, Maryse, I’d love to come,” he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “Thank you for inviting me. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Great!” she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over. “I can’t wait for you to see the show. It’s going to be amazing.”

Maryse gave him a hug before leaving the studio. As Clay watched her leave he wondered if he could convince Jack to come to her debut. He knew Jack still cared deeply for Maryse and maybe attending her performance could be a step towards reconciliation.

Clay rushed out the studio and called Jack asking if he wanted to meet up for lunch since Jack was also in LA for work. All Jack and Maryse needed was a little push.

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“But I think it would mean a lot to her if you were there. She really wants you to come.”

It had been months since Jack had last seen Maryse and the thought of facing her again filled him with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease creeping over him. What would Maryse say when she saw him? Would she be angry, or would she be glad to see him? Clay did say Maryse wanted him there, but what if she changed her mind? The uncertainty gnawed at him, fueling his nerves even further.

Jack squared his shoulders and made his way towards the entrance of the venue. Whatever lay ahead, he was ready to confront it. And as he stepped through the doors, he couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within him. Maybe tonight they would actually be able to have a conversation they so desperately needed and if she wanted him there then this was the step in the right direction.

Of course when he walked in, Clay and Urban were sitting in the middle, perfect view of the stage. Maryse wouldn’t be able to miss them even if she tried. Jack’s knees bounced nervously with pent up energy.

As he glanced around the room, Jack couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease settle over him. The crowd buzzed with excitement, but all he could think about was the impending encounter with Maryse. He closed his eyes and took a moment to center himself. After all, tonight was about Maryse’s moment to shine, and he was determined to be there to support her, no matter what.

Jack opened his eyes when sudden realization washed over him like a wave crashing against the shore. He remembered the surprise he had meticulously planned for this night – a custom-stained glass guitar inspired by Beauty and the Beast, a gift he had intended to present to Maryse as a symbol of his love and support.

But now, in the wake of their breakup and the events that had followed, he couldn’t help but wonder if the production crew would still go through with the gift. On one hand, he wanted nothing more than to see Maryse’s face light up with joy as she received his gift. But on the other hand, he couldn’t shake the fear that it would only serve as a painful reminder of what they had lost.

His thoughts were cut short when the lights began to dim, his heart skipped a beat when Maryse walked out on stage. Her presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room.

“She sounds amazing.” Urban whispered next to him. Jack could only nod in agreement. With every soaring note, Maryse seemed to breathe life into the character of Belle, her performance a testament to her skill and artistry.

After Maryse finished the opening number, she spotted Jack. Her heart skipped a beat with a mixture of surprise and confusion. What was he doing here? Why had he come to her show after everything that had happened between them?

Her thoughts raced as she tried to make sense of the unexpected sight, but then she noticed Clay and Urban sitting beside him, a small but significant detail that suddenly brought clarity to the situation.

In an instant, everything clicked into place – Jack’s presence at the show was no mere coincidence. He had come at the request of his brother, a silent gesture of support that spoke volumes without a single word.

As Maryse slipped into the iconic yellow dress backstage, her mind still reeling from the unexpected sight of Jack in the audience, she was approached by a member of the production crew bearing a gift.

With trembling hands, she accepted the beautifully wrapped package, her heart fluttering with anticipation. As she carefully unwrapped the gift, her breath caught in her throat as she revealed the stunning stained glass guitar nestled within.

Tears welled up in Maryse’s eyes as she traced her fingers over the intricate design, the beauty of the instrument taking her breath away. And then, as she read the accompanying note, her heart swelled with emotion as she realized who the gift was from.

Maryse unfolded the note attached to the gift, her eyes filled with tears at the heartfelt words written by Jack. The message was simple yet profound, conveying a depth of emotion that stirred her soul.

Dear, my sweet M,

I will always be your biggest fan. Your talent, your passion, and your spirit continue to inspire me every day, and I am endlessly proud of everything you have accomplished.

With this guitar, I hope to remind you of the love and support that surrounds you, even in the darkest of times.

No matter where life may lead us, please remember that you will always have a special place in my heart.

With all my love,

Jack

Maryse blinked back her tears, not wanting to ruin her makeup. Taking a deep breath to steady her emotions, she composed herself and turned to the production crew with a hopeful expression. “Hey, um, do you think we could switch out the guitar for the ending song?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “I just… I really want to use this one instead.”

The crew exchanged glances, recognizing the significance of Maryse’s gift. Without hesitation, they nodded in agreement.

With a grateful smile, Maryse cradled the custom-stained glass guitar in her arms, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and determination. She was ready to put on a performance of a lifetime.

As Maryse descended down the set stairs on stage holding Josh Gordon’s hand the crowd erupted into thunderous applause, their cheers echoing throughout the theater. With every step, Maryse felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, amazed by the overwhelming support and adoration from everyone in the crowd.

Maryse’s eyes locked onto Urban, Clay and then finally Jack. A warm smile spread across his face as he caught her gaze, his eyes shining with pride and love.

When Maryse was sure the cameras weren't pointing towards her she mouthed the words “I love you” to Jack, a tender smile graced his lips, his eyes shimmering with emotion.

She took a deep breath and began to sing the final song, her voice soaring with passion and sincerity. When she reached the pinnacle of her performance, she transitioned seamlessly into an electrifying guitar solo, her fingers dancing effortlessly across the strings of the custom-stained glass guitar.

In the audience, Jack’s eyes widened in astonishment as he watched her. The sheer power and passion of her performance took his breath away, leaving him utterly speechless. The theater erupted into thunderous applause, the crowd rising to their feet in awe.

And as the final chords faded away, Maryse felt a sense of peace wash over her – a profound gratitude for the love and support. But in the back of her mind she couldn’t wait to reunite with Jack backstage.

Jack quietly slipped backstage, his heart pounding nervously, he found Maryse in her dressing room, lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Before he could say a word, Maryse launched herself into his arms, her tears flowing freely as she clung to him tightly.

With a shaky voice, she began to apologize, her words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. “I’m so sorry, Jack. I never meant to hurt you. I took your love for granted. I love you, and I’m ready to face whatever challenges come our way. I want to move in with you, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. All I want in the world is to be with you.”

Jack held her close, his own heart heavy with emotion. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered, gently wiping away her tears. “We don’t have to make any decisions right now. What matters is that we’re here, together, and we’ll figure things out, one step at a time.”

With a tender smile, Maryse reached into the small pocket of the Bells dress and pulled out the note Jack had written her. “Thank you for the guitar,” she said softly. “It means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

Jack nodded in thanks, and Maryse’s tears began to subside as a sense of relief washed over her. And then, as they both calmed down, Jack took a deep breath.

“Listen, Maryse, I’m sorry for what I said that night. I was wrong to accuse you of stringing me along,” he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity. “What do you think about flying to Kentucky for my No Place Like Home show, in a couple days? We can talk more there, have a real discussion about where we go from here.”

Maryse looked up at him, her eyes shining with hope. . “I’d like that,” she said softly, her heart filled with renewed optimism. “Thank you, Jack. For everything.”

They held each other close, hoping that in a couple days everything between them would be resolved. And that they could go back to the way things were before.

***

Jack had just closed the door of his dressing room as Neelam escorted the interviewer out the room. He was more nervous than usual tonight. He was about to play at a sold out KFC Yum Center in his hometown and the only thing he could think about was Maryse.

They had been texting back and forth all day. She had texted him saying she was on her way. Maryse had decided to stay in a hotel while in town. Not feeling comfortable yet to stay the night with him yet before they had their talk. He was nervous but ready, he missed her so much as these last few months were some of the hardest of his life.

He jumped up and took long strides to the door when he heard a knock. Jack was taken aback when he saw who was standing in front of him. “Victoria?” He tried to compose himself, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.

Victoria was someone he dated, if you could even call it that for a couple years. Before he met Maryse, he didn’t like going to bed alone and Victoria was always there at his beck and call. Jack eventually got bored of her, so he stopped contacting her. Months later, he met Maryse and he was the happiest he had ever been. until the breakup.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Jack exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise and unease. “You can’t just come backstage like this.” Victoria’s presence immediately brought him discomfort.

Victoria looked at him confused before pushing past him inside the room. “Nemo, invited me. And besides I thought you would be happy to see me? I heard you were single!” She told him in a singy tone, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Jack sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed that she was here and quite frankly ruining his mood. “It’s complicated, and none of your business.” he replied, his tone tinged with frustration and uncertainty. He knew that explaining his situation would only complicate matters further, but he couldn’t bring himself to outright deny the possibility of a reconciliation with Maryse.

Before he could say more, Victoria's eyes darted towards the door and she quickly pulled Jack into a kiss. Before Jack could pull away, the door of the dressing room opened and there stood Maryse, eyes wide with shock.

Maryse’s heart sank as she struggled to process what she was seeing. All the trust she has placed in Jack seemed to shatter, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Jack immediately pushed Victoria away, his eyes widening in alarm as he registered Maryse’s presence. “Maryse. No, it’s not what it looks like,” he stammered, his voice tinged with panic as he realized the gravity of the situation. His words fell on deaf ears as she shook her head in disbelief.

Without a word, Maryse turned on her heel and bolted from the room, her heart pounding in her chest as she raced down the hallway. Tears blurred her vision as replayed the scene in her head. The pain of it all threatened to consume her.

As she reached the hallway, Maryse collided with Urban, her momentum causing her to stumble backward. For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak. With a shake of her head, she pushed past him and fled from the venue, her mind reeling with the weight of her shattered trust and broken heart.

When Maryse left the room, Jack turned to Victoria face red, frustration boiling over. “Why the fuck would you do that?!” He barked, his voice laced with anger.

Jack didn’t even give her a chance to reply but he raced down the hall hoping to catch Maryse before she left. He knew deep down that he had already lost her.

As he reached the hallway, Urban stopped him, concern etched into his features. “What happened?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Jack opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. How could he possibly explain the mess that was made, in just a few words? With a heavy heart, he shook his head, sank to the ground, his back pressed against the cool surface of the venue’s wall, as a wave of defeat washed over him.

With his head in his hands, Jack felt the weight of what happened bearing down on him. He couldn’t help but feel like he had lost the love of his life for a second time, and the thought was almost too much to bear.

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AN: I know, I know…but I did warn y’all that it gets worse before it gets better. 🏃🏽‍♀️

song lyrics from Break Up Song by Pixie Lott

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roarriita · 1 year

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roommates - ellie williams (7)

fem!reader x elliewilliams!

part six, here

content warning: explicit language, sexual thoughts & acts, reader has parental issues

// initial summary: the day after you officially moved into your new college dorm, you decide to take a look around the school, getting familiar to the clubs that they have to offer as well as the libraries, classes and cafeteria. you come back to your dorm in hopes of taking a shower and sitting in quiet solitude, but your plans are disrupted by your new roommate moving in… ellie williams. //

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“10/10.” you practically devoured the deep-friend oreos that were in front of you. “they put their whole heart and soul into these greasy ass cookies.”

ellie chuckled at your ‘greasy ass cookies’ comment. “couldn’t agree more.”

after you were done, you took a couple of sips of your slurpee and stared at the girl across from you. it was dark out now, the only thing lighting up the scenery were the rides, stands and tall post lights. ellie has made today feel like a dream. you guys did in fact go on every ride, even when ellie wanted to coward out, she still went for the sake of watching you glow with excitement.

“thanks for today, el.” you said as she was midway through her oreos. “i needed it.”

she looked at you with a cheeky smile. “no problem. i hated seeing you so down earlier. people like you don’t deserve to feel like that.”

“so don’t people like you.” you reminded her. “if you don’t mind me asking, whatever happened to kat? haven’t heard from her in awhile.”

ellie’s smile dropped. “um, i got a restraining order against her like the week after she showed up at our dorm. my dad suggested it’d be for the best. kat had always been sort of a loose cannon, better to be safe than sorry.”

your tongue cleaned the food stuck in your teeth as you thought about what ellie said. “i’m proud of you. that must’ve been really hard, especially considering the amount of time you and kat were together.”

“yeah, it was…” ellie nodded, the sounds of others excited chatter and rollarcoasters swooshing around filled the empty space of silence between the two of you.

“i- um- earlier, when i was upset,-“ you tried finding the words to be open with her in the way she’s been open with you. “my mom called me a few days ago telling me that my dad was back in town and he wanted to see me. understand that my dad wasn’t really there for me growing up, he left when i was fairly young for some ‘woman’ who was barely legal. and even when he was there, he wasn’t the greatest father.”

ellie’s eyes didn’t leave yours. she wanted to take in all that you had to share as this was the first time you’ve ever really talked about your family. “sure, he would spoil me rotten and shower me with love, but only when he felt like it. when he would get angry, all he would see was red. there’d be times when i’d pretend to be asleep when my parents would fight. they were so loud, so angry and so terrifying to hear as a 5-year-old little girl.” ellie thought about how you reacted when she told you about kat. you were so understanding and so gentle with her. you didn’t push her for answers or lash out on her when she froze up.

“i mean, they still are, 13 years later, at the ripe age of 18.” you corrected yourself as your eyes watered. “that shit still haunts me, and for some reason my mom just wants me to get over it and visit ‘home’ before winter break, or more like visit before my father has to go back to his other family and spend christmas with them.”

ellie got up from her seat and moved to sit beside you. she was never really good with words and decided to bite back her tongue, not wanting to risk saying something stupid. instead, she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close. you faintly smiled into her shirt as you hugged her waist.

once she was able to find what she hoped would be the rights words, she spoke. “i’m sorry about your dad.” ellie then placed a kiss on top of your head. “he doesn’t deserve to see who you’ve become.”

your smile grew as you wiped away your tears. you pulled away to look into ellie’s comforting dark green eyes. your eyes trailed over to the mini painting of a tiger on ellie’s cheek. you drew a thumb over it as you cupped her face. “how do you do that?”

“do what?” ellie asked, slightly leaning into your hand.

“how do you make me feel so safe and loved?” you asked. “how do you do that?”

ellie shrugged with a crooked smile. “i’ve been told i'm a lot like my dad, and he's always been really good at making me feel that way. i guess that’s where i get it from.”

you chuckled and pulled your hand away. “yeah, maybe that’s what it is. though, i would have to meet your dad to actually confirm this.”

“oh, my dad would love you.” she said.

“really?” you asked.

“yeah, trust me.” ellie brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, 'forgetting' to mention the fact that she’s already told joel all about her roommate and that he already loved her. you smiled, feeling very flattered. “but come on, the carnivals about to close and i want to try to win that big ass stuffed rocket ship.”

you grabbed yours and ellie’s trash and threw it in one of the garbage cans on your way to the stand. the game seemed simple enough, you had 10 rings with 5 bottles in front of you. in order to win the big stuffed rocket ship, you’d have to throw a ring around each bottle with the 10 that you received. unfortunately, for ellie, things were not panning out as she hoped. “what the fuck, man? i played volleyball in high school so i know my aim isn’t shit.”

“let me try.” you grabbed the ten rings from her hand and tried remembering a technique an old friend taught you. you took a deep breath in and out as you closed one eye. the key was to throw the rings slowly and slightly off the center of the bottle. you faintly flicked your wrist a few times before carefully and slowly throwing the ring. “yay!” you cheered as it landed.

“one down, four to go.” the host at the stand said. “don’t get too excited.”

ellie gave the man a dirty look for trying to rain down on your parade. “yeah, okay sunshine.” she snarked.

you smiled at her comment before successfully doing it again. the host just rolled his eyes and wished to be eating a corn dog instead of listening to the preppy cheers that escaped your lips.

you got more anxious as you successfully landed it again, ellie usually failed after the two-bottle mark so now the pressure was really on. the fourth try, you missed, making the host smirk. he only had that one life sized rocket ship, which was the main attraction to his stand. no way did he want you winning it. you tried again and to no avail, failed.

ellie, just as excited and nervous as you were, placed her hands on your shoulders. she pushed her lips against the side of your ear and whispered words of encouragement to you. “you got this, (y/n). you’re so close, like it’s literally right there. the rocket is yours, just focus.”

your heartbeat was racing at how close she was and how warm her breath felt against your ear. needing to see those piercing green eyes that filled you with an immense amount of love, you turned your neck to face her. your faces were barely an inch away from each other. your eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips before placing a kiss on her cheek.

were friends allowed to kiss each other on the cheek? if not, i don’t really care. you thought to yourself.

a wave of electricity shot from ellie’s cheek, and a slight smirk overtook her lips when you turned back to the bottles. with the thought of wanting to win the stuffed toy for ellie, you were able to successfully land a ring around the fourth bottle. the game host gulped the lump in his throat, praying to whatever god he believed in that you would, eventually, fail miserably.

ellie happily wrapped her arms around your waist and dug her face in the crock of your neck. “one more, (y/n).” you chuckled at how giddy ellie was. “one more and that rocket ship is yours.”

your next two tries went horrible as you failed. ellie’s arms wrapped around you tighter as she decided to return the kiss you gave her on the cheek by placing one at the bottom of your neck. “just breathe.” she whispered. the kiss she left you and the heat of her breath against your skin was enough to help you relax. you took a long and deep breath in and then out as you focused your aim. with a single slow and careful flick, the ring successfully landed on the last bottle.

you excitedly turned to ellie and wrapped your arms around her neck and just like a cheesy 2000s movie, she lifted you off the ground and spun you in circles. the game host face palmed at the realization of someone beating his game and winning the rocket ship.

“that’s my girl.” ellie smiled as she placed you back down.

my girl the phrase bounced around your head like a racket on the tennis court. when you turned around to look at the game host, you smiled proudly. “one human sized rocket ship please!”

with much to his dismay, the game host detached the stuffed toy from it’s hook and handed it to you. you gave the toy a slight squeeze before turning around to face an equally, but probably even more, excited ellie. “here.” you held out the rocket ship.

“what? for me?” ellie asked.

“duh, for you.” a chuckle left your mouth. “i couldn’t have done this without my cheerleader.”

ellie took the toy and laughed. “isn’t she just the best?” ellie snarkingly asked the game host.

he just rolled his eyes and turned around to set back up his game. ellie wrapped an arm around your neck and pulled you closer as the two of you began walking away. “no, but seriously, you’re like my favorite person in the world right now.”

your arms snaked around her waist as you looked up at her with a toothy smile. “i feel so honored.”

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you and ellie were now back in your dorm. you had both already showered and changed into your most comfortable set of pajamas while the big rocket ship sat tall in between you and ellie.

"i love the rocket ship but i need to find a new place for it." you heard ellie say as she got up. "i hate how i can't see your face."

"awh," you teased her. "you love me."

"probably." ellie half-heartedly joked. the auburn-haired girl was able to make space in between her desk and dresser for the stuffed toy.

once she got back in bed and faced you, it still did not feel like enough. she sighed annoyingly, wanting to so desperately feel your arms around her again. "is something wrong?" you asked.

"no." she said in an unconvincing tone.

you furrowed your eyebrows. "ellie..." your dragged out the last 'e' in her name.

"forget about it, (y/n), it's not that big of a deal." ellie shrugged off. "just go to sleep."

it's not that big of a deal, my ass. you thought to yourself. she clearly felt bothered by something and you being you, could not let it go. "ellie." you whispered. her eyes were closed and you wondered weather the girl had already fallen asleep. "ellie." you whispered again

ellie sighed annoyingly as she turned around so her back was facing you. you were making this a lot harder than it had to be for her. "rude." you muttered. you tried going to sleep, but couldn't as your brain nagged you with thoughts of how ellie might be feeling.

without giving it much thought, you got out of bed and laid beside ellie. a smile crept up on the girl's lips when she felt the bed dip and you get under the covers. instinctively, you turned to your side to spoon your roommate. "can't ignore me like this." your cool and minty breath against her neck, sent shivers down her spine. you noticed and bit back a smirk.

she turned around to face you and wrapped her own arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her. she smirked as she did so. realizing this is what she wanted, you chuckled. "this is what you were making a big deal out of?" your faces were just centimeters away; the closeness made your stomach feel as if you were still on a roller-coaster. "you could've just asked me."

ellie's heartbeat quickened as she tried everything in her power to resist closing the small gap that lingered so delicately between the two of you. her hand slid under your shirt. she started drawing small circles on your back with her thumb. "would you have said yes?"

your hand fisted a handful of her shirt as you shimmed a knee in between her legs. this was you’re way of compensating over the fact that you couldn't kiss her as she gently brushed her thumb over your chilled and exposed skin. "good point." your chest felt heavy as you leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. you then nuzzled your face below her chin. "goodnight, ellie."

"goodnight, (y/n)." she said before grabbing your hip and pulling you closer.

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part eight, here

// authors note: how are we feeling about this? be honest. i personally love it, writing the tension was so much fun, especially the cuddling scene. ugh, so cute. i went back and fourth with writing the parental issues since i understand not everyone will be able to relate but i really wanted to give (y/n) more depth so i decided to add that in. if you really don’t like it, i don’t mind you pretending like (y/n) shared something entirely different instead of the parental issues. it’s your imagination, go crazy!! anyway, i hope you guys are having a great day and if not i am sending my best wishes! //

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 9 months

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Note: another request! thank you once again :)

Warnings: angst/fluff. death, pregnancy, birth (only mentioned, not described)

pairing: SKMD!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric got you pregnant while the lands were at peace, but that would soon change.

wordcount: 2k

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'Please, come back soon.'

'Pregnant?' Sihtric dropped his spoon along with his jaw, 'are you sure?'

'Yes,' you chuckled and took your husband's hands, 'I am sure my love, we have been blessed by the gods once again.

Sihtric was shocked, terrified and ecstatic all at the same time. Then he jumped up and wrapped his arms around you, and kissed your face all over.

'My love!' he smiled, 'I already can't wait.'

It's been a while since you had raised children together, as those were all grown up by now. And you and Sihtric also weren't that young anymore. A lot of time had passed since he had married you. Uhtred had reclaimed Bebbanburg years ago and you lived with Sihtric in Dunholm ever since, enjoying the peaceful times as a simple, domestic couple. And you both loved it. Sihtric was a fantastic warrior, who lived and breathed battles, but those days were over.

These days your husband got his adrenaline rush by hunting, scouting the lands, and drinking one too many jugs of ale with Finan occasionally. Raising another child was not something you both expected, but you welcomed it nonetheless.

You and Sihtric decided to not tell anyone yet, until your bump would start to show. And Sihtric had no trouble at all switching into dad/husband mode again, treating you like a queen every day from the moment you told him you carried his pup.

Weeks later while scouting the lands, Sihtric met with Aldhelm, who had a message for Uhtred. And so you travelled with your husband to Bebbanburg.

You and Sihtric snickered as Finan complained about his arse. You were all getting older, and you all started to have complaints, but as you and Sihtric were quite some years younger than the others, you both still felt in good shape. Soon, Ingrith came over with a soft fur cover, for each of the warriors, so their travels would be more comfortable, and upon Uhtred's request, she also told her haunting prophecy, which you and Sihtric hadn't heard yet.

'Seven kings must die, Lord,' she said, 'and the woman you love.'

'I am no king and I have no woman,' Uhtred shrugged.

Finan seemed worried while Sihtric looked concerned all the same. And he grabbed your hand, pulling you closer as the words settled in your minds.

'We should tell them now,' you whispered to Sihtric, wanting to break the awkward and sad silence, and he agreed, smiling again.

'My wife,' Sihtric blurted out with a beaming smile, 'is pregnant!'

Aldhelm had just walked over and everyone stopped what they were doing, staring at the two of you for a few long seconds.

'Aye!' Finan finally laughed, 'congratulations, you old bastard!'

Finan patted Sihtric on the back and gave you a hug, as did Aldhelm, Uhtred and Ingrith. After all the warm words and smiles, you turned to face your husband as he was adjusting his leather belt, and he looked dashingly handsome with his braided hair. Which was a nice change from his wild, loose hair you had gotten used to, after there were no more battles for him to fight. You loved his careless hair when you had him in your bed, but you had to admit you were happy to see his hair more taken care of again in public. But you were also happy that Sihtric's hair was nowhere near as horrid as Uhtred's long, uncombed locks, which you had laid eyes on the other day.

'Be safe, my love,' you said and kissed Sihtric's cheek, 'it's not just me anymore now who needs you back home again.'

'I know,' Sihtric smiled as he cupped your cheeks to nuzzle your nose, 'wait here for me, darling, I will come back as soon as I can. I love you.'

'I love you.'

Things didn't go as planned and fights broke out where Uhtred and his pretty boys had travelled to. Shortly after the horrible and sudden fight, they returned to Bebbanburg, and Finan ran to Ingrith while Sihtric was quick to pull you in his arms.

'My love,' he sighed, holding onto you for dear life.

'Are you okay?' you asked, your eyes darting over his face and armour, 'have you been hurt?'

'I am okay,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your forehead, 'just a few bruises, love. But how are you and-'

'I am okay,' you smiled too, 'and so is our pup.'

Time passed by and, as your belly grew, you needed all the help you could get. And your husband was still the most caring and helping man you had ever met, even after all those years. Always making sure you were comfortable and looked after.

When Uhtred ordered Sihtric to find out what Aethelstan was up to, he left you behind with a heavy heart as he went on his way.

Sihtric tried to make the journey as quick as possible, without getting reckless or seeking danger. He spied and gathered the information he needed as fast as he could, desperately wanting to go back home to you. Every hour he was without you he felt his heart ache more. Always concerned and worried about you, and the pup in your belly added even more weight to his worries and his eagerness to go back to you.

Days later Sihtric returned to Bebbanburg and shared the intel he had gathered with Uhtred and Finan. Uhtred turned a blind eye to your husband's concerns, but Finan shared the worry. And soon, you and Sihtric had to kiss each other goodbye again as they were to travel to Eoferwic, only to return a short while later again, before Lord Ingilmundr knocked at Bebbanburg's gate. Uhtred and his men had been aware of their plans, and Sihtric had told you to stay safe and hidden. But as you were naturally curious, you wanted to watch the events unfold.

You saw how Sihtric and Finan got a hold of Ingilmundr, and how Uhtred ordered them to put him below. And you smirked when you caught a glimpse of the eager warrior who still lived inside your husband. The man who would always protect you, at all costs.

Many things happened ever since Ingilmundr's capture, to everyone's horror, and you finally listened to Sihtric and kept yourself safely hidden away most of the time now. Therefore you also missed the gruesome event that happened months later.

'Uhtred has been banished,' Sihtric said after the rough day, as he held you in his arms late at night, 'we're waiting till he reaches out to us, then I will have to leave your side again,' he kissed your cheek, 'I am sorry, my love. I wish things were different. My heart hurts each time I am away from you.'

You nodded understanding, feeling equally as sad as him that he hadn't been very present during your pregnancy. But you also knew that no one saw the troubles coming that everyone was facing now. And when Sihtric and Finan finally received a message from Uhtred, they were quick to leave at first light, while you could give birth any day now.

'Be safe,' you said, as always, and kissed your husband's cheek, 'something doesn't feel right.'

'What do you mean?' Sihtric asked, concerned, 'our child?'

'No, no,' you held his hands and looked up at him, 'this whole situation, Sihtric. Something feels wrong, but I don't know what it is.'

'Everything will be fine, darling,' Sihtric smiled softly, 'we're just going to get Uhtred since he asked for us. I will be back again before you know it.'

'Please, come back soon,' you whispered as you tugged at his leather armour.

You wanted to press yourself against his body, but your large baby bump was in the way.

'I will,' Sihtric said as he cupped your cheeks, 'you be safe too,' he kissed your lips, 'I love you,' he smiled and placed his hand on your belly, 'and I love you too,' Sihtric said as he smiled at your bump.

'I love you, Sihtric,' you took his hand and pressed a soft kiss to it, 'we love you.'

You soon found out that your gut feeling had been right. Something had been wrong, and it turned out that Uhtred had never sent a message to Finan and Sihtric. They had been lured out of Bebbanburg, and the city you stayed at was under attack.

The Lady Eadgifu had run to you, just in time, as you were about to give birth, without your husband by your side.

And as tons of innocent people lost their lives that afternoon, you held a new living soul in your arms that night. You desperately wished Sihtric was by your side, because you were filled with joy as well as with a gnawing feeling of fear, and you needed his arms around you.

But all you could do was wait and hope that your husband was still alive and would return soon.

And the waiting seemed to be endless, as it took days before you would be able to look into his mismatched eyes again.

'Finan, I send no word. No command for you to leave Bebbanburg,' Uhtred said, bewildered after Sihtric and Finan found him.

And then it dawned on them how it had been a trap.

'We have to go back,' Sihtric said, panicked, 'my… my wife!' his eyes grew big, 'my wife and my c-child!'

And before he could completely lose his mind, they made haste to travel home. Sihtric kept thinking about your words, and about Ingrith's words. "The woman you love dies". He kept hearing it in his head, and with each new repeat, he grew more and more concerned. You had felt something was wrong, and Sihtric felt a terrifying feeling in his bones. He spurred his horse faster, as fast as the beast could possibly go.

And when they finally reached Bebbanburg, Sihtric signalled the men who travelled with them to halt, as they saw there had been an attack without even setting a foot inside the walls.

'Ingrith!' you thought you heard Finan shout in the distance.

You quickly sat up, holding your newborn in your arms, wrapped in fur, and you saw how Eadgifu carefully peeked through the door that kept you hidden.

She saw how Uhtred and Sihtric stepped into the wrecked hall.

'Lord, where are they all?' you heard your husband's muffled voice, 'w-where is my wife?' he asked, dread and uncertainty in his voice as his eyes darted over the torn up hall.

Eadgifu looked back at you, and you motioned her to open the door. You weren't strong enough yet, but if you were, you would've ran up to Sihtric in a heartbeat. Eadgifu was quick to tell her story to the men, but she was interrupted by Sihtric, who kept asking for you.

'She is safe. There,' Eadgifu pointed to the doors she had walked out of.

'Sihtric!' you yelled, and his head snapped up towards the sound of your voice.

Sihtric sprinted towards you when he finally saw you, on the floor, and he immediately crouched down as tears fell from his eyes.

'My love,' he said with a trembling voice, 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,' he took your face in his hands, pressing soft kisses all over, and he was startled when he suddenly heard a baby cry softly.

'Sihtric,' you smiled through your tears, pecking his lips before you gently pushed him aside, revealing the newborn in your arms as you lifted the fur.

'Gods,' Sihtric gasped, his hands clasped in front of his mouth, 'w-when?' he asked and swallowed hard.

'Only days ago,' you whispered and carefully handed your husband his son, 'your son,' you smiled and wiped your tears.

You looked at Sihtric, your husband, completely in awe with how he looked at his son, your son. He always thought he couldn't possibly feel more love for you than he already did, but the overwhelming feeling he felt right now was something he could never explain.

'Where is she… where is my wife?' you suddenly heard Finan's voice, and your heart sank.

Sihtric looked up at you, and he already knew it was bad news when he saw the look in your eyes. Your joy was, rightfully so, overshadowed by Ingrith's death.

And later that night, Sihtric held onto you tighter than he had ever done before, while you held your son. And you cried together, silently, both tears of joy and of sadness. Tears of love and loss.

Sihtric would thank the gods every day after that one, because you were still by his side, and you had both been blessed with a healthy son.

And Sihtric warned you that there would be a battle, but he also promised you he would come back to you, alive, and he promised that you would raise your boy together.

And he kept his word.

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xiamentshoneypot · 2 months

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Jey (Joshua) Uso x Reader

Angst

Warnings: alcohol consumption, Mentions of a miscarriage, and cursing

Pink is the song lyrics bold italics is a flashback

Who wants that perfect love story anyway, anyway?

Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché

Radio silence, completely dark no one had heard from you work aside and even then being the women’s champion came with your own private dressing room/ locker room people would see you around backstage but never for long it would be a where’s Waldo kind of situation.

You see her now you don’t

You weren’t responding to anyone many had reached out all on behalf of Josh honestly, even though half of them didn’t outright say it but you had gotten the message from those essentially pleading his case on how much of a great guy he is and that wasn’t shocking. He and Jimmy were pillars backstage. Anyone that tried to stop you in the hallway were quickly side stepped or glared at and met with a brick wall.

Namely, Trinity you and her weren’t the closet of friends but you got along and it wouldn’t be out of the normal for her to stop and speak but recently it felt like she was following you in the hallway to try and convince you to talk and normally you were fast enough to see it coming but not today.

“Look, girl I’m not telling you to suck it up and get over it.” She told you standing in between the doors of your dressing room. Absolutely exhausted from a brutal fatal four-way championship match you didn’t have the energy to tell her to run.

“No, you’re here to plead his case and tell me to suck it up and get over it” you said maneuvering around the room packing your things.

“No girl I’m just trying to get you to hear him out, he’s hurting badly from this too and it would do you both some good to get closure.” She said following behind you with every step.

Not responding but instead going into the cubby’s to collect your toiletries and the last of your things you just let trinity talk rolling your eyes here and there or scoffing every now and then.

“I know you’re hurting I mean he had a baby with someone else after all you both went through together.”

Pause

Who wants that hero love that saves the day, anyway?

Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché

What about the bad guy goes good, yeah?

You never told trinity why you and Josh broke things off, in fact you didn’t tell anyone that and he’d told you nobody else knew.

“How did you know that?” You turned on your heels and asked watching as she got nervous pausing before she said “you told me” with the squeeze of her palms together before wiping them on her jeans.

“No I didn’t did how do you know that?” You took a step forward to trinity who backed up to the right of you freeing the door you wanted to bolt but you were much more interested in her answer.

Nothing, then you realized that she knew that Josh had a baby on you, it could have been that he’d told Jimmy and he told trin but you ran into John in the hallways and he seemed clueless, so that meant either Josh lied about not telling anyone but if trin knew everyone did.

Wow you and trinity weren’t the best of friends but you wouldn’t have kept it a secret if John cheated on her and had a baby on her.

“I’m sorry” she said and it was all you need before you grabbed your bags and left bolting to your car.

A blurry drive home and a stop to the liquor store later you were sat on the couch the same spot where you and Josh had ended five months ago. The liquor had your head spinning and so did the argument all over again it was haunting you.

Every time you cried yourself to sleep and woke up you were still hearing it again and again and again and you heart broke each time.

“Look I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He said trying to get around the island to touch you.

“What the fuck did you mean to do Joshua huh?” You yelled at him it wasn’t making any sense what was he trying to do when he was fucking some woman at the same he would come to you and lay and make love to you in your bed.

“She was just there in ways you weren’t.” He said and the fat scoff that left your mouth was loud. It was funny honestly you weren’t there when all you did was wait for him to call or come to your hotel room.

you weren’t there he sure knew where to find you when his dick was hard.

“She didn’t just want to fuck she wanted to hear me.” He said it felt like a punch to the gut.

“I tried that and what did you tell me ‘Just leave it alone bae’ right? “ how dare he “Remember those date nights you never belied in or showed up to” you had always wanted his heart but when he made it clear to you that he wasn’t giving it you gave up and took what you could.

“It was all you wanted me for.” You whispered and everything sunk in the tears were dribbling down your face racing each other to your chin and chest and where ever else they fell.

And the missing love that's misunderstood, yeah

Taking your phone out you knew you should’ve just went to bed but it was like you couldn’t get enough and went to instagram and there it was the baby announcement.

“Thank you to my daughters mother for putting her health and mental on the line to bring me my pride and joy Symphony babygirl daddy promises to love and protect you forever no matter what nothing can keep me from loving you and protecting you I am honored to be your father and the one you trust

-your daddy”

That was supposed you be your babies name, the name of the little one in the family you wished you had.

Toast to clichés in a dark past

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nonexistent-introvert · 10 months

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Hug Me (2)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reaader

Word count: 3.5k

Content: Joel making amends. Angst, hurt with comfort. Read Part 1 for context. not proofread

A/n: WOO I just realized i reached 400 followers thank you so much, guys!! I'm also very exhausted, this was kinda messy.

Part one

The news of you returning to Jackson spread like wildfire throughout the small community. Especially when you brought back many supplies and resources. You weren’t planning on returning but when you stumbled upon the jackpot of resources, you figured that it was better off shared with the community. You would be a sitting duck if you ventured with that many supplies anyways, not to mention, it would be a waste if you only brought a fraction of the supplies with you.

Maria had kindly let you move back into your old accommodation. It made moving back easier, plus, you had grown attached to the tiny house you lived in. You fell back onto your bed, letting out a sigh of relief as you sunk into the comfortable mattress. The moonlight that shone into your room made your heart ache with a sense of familiarity. The times when you had been in the same position as now, your vision blurred with tears. The time when you would watch the moonlight slowly turn to sunlight.

You simply pursed your lips at the memory. It has become a distant memory now. You had reached a stage of acceptance when it comes to Joel. You figured it was what most people have said, it doesn’t always work out when it comes to relationships. Everyone tends to have their own heartbreak story, it was how people learn. You were thankful to Joel for the memories, the good ones and the bad ones even if it had destroyed you. Speaking of, you hadn’t seen Joel since you returned, it’s not like you have been actively searching for him. Spending your time keeping to yourself while you decorated your home that was too bare for your liking.

Did Joel move on? Maybe he found someone, a relationship that worked out. A woman who loved him and stood by his side. Honestly? You would be happy for him, but it would hurt ever so slightly. Just because there was a period of time where you would give anything to be that woman for him.

Joel was a figment of your past now. However, a small part of you will always care for him. After all, he will always occupy a place in your heart, because you had given him that place. There was no return or refund policy on that.

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The mention of your name made his breath hitch. The news of your return had made it to him way faster than he expected. Ellie was the first to tell him, then he heard it from the town gossip and finally, Tommy had confirmed the news. His heart lifts at the fact that you were ok, that you didn't lose yourself out in the wild. However, he also felt torn down at the mention of you. Knowing that you probably still hated him. That he will never see that adoring look on your face again when you see him. Your tear-stricken face, your trembling hands, and the desperation in your voice while you tried to fight for the both of you. It still haunted Joel whenever he closes his eyes.

“This is your second chance, Joel! You can finally fix things up.” Ellie encouraged. Joel grunted, strumming on his guitar while on his porch. “There’s nothin’ to fix. We drifted. That what times does to ya.” This was the story Joel told anyone who bothered to ask. He didn’t want people poking their noses into the matter, also because he knew how much of an asshole he was to you. Ellie rolled her eyes at Joel, “You can fool everyone else but not me Joel. We both know that you fucked up and pushed her away.” Joel remained silent, plucking on the strings harder. “Instead of playing your guitar here every night and talking to the moon, how about you actually get your ass up and do something?” Ellie scolded, getting frustrated at Joel. Joel took a calming breath, “It's complicated.”

“It is not. You fucked up, she got hurt and left you. You’re a wreck because of your mistake. Now, she’s standing right in front of you again but you’re still too busy throwing a pity party for yourself.” Ellie snapped. Joel felt his patience thinning but deep down, he knew Ellie was right.

“What do you reckon I do huh? If I was her I will hate myself. So what am I supposed to do now?” The anger in Joel’s voice was evident but he had stuck to playing his guitar loudly and angrily to vent out his emotions. “Get her to forgive you then. Even if she no longer wants a relationship you still have the responsibility to make things right. Even if you have to get on your knees and leave yourself completely vulnerable. She’s the most fantastic woman I know Joel, she deserves at least that.” Ellie scolded, it was foolish and ironic to her, how she needed to teach Joel such a simple lesson. When you mess up, you ask for forgiveness and solve things. Isn’t that practically common sense?

Joel continued strumming to the late hours of the night. Having long lost himself to his own thoughts. Ellie is right, she always is. He had to do something. Your return was a second chance and he would not let himself make the same mistake of losing you again.

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Seeing Joel Miller at your door at 9.30am in the morning was not something you expected. Your eyes were bleary from having woken up just a few minutes ago. Your hand came up to shield your eyes from the sunlight that was forcing its way into your retina.

“Come in.” You beckoned, sleep still embedded in your voice while you stifled a yawn. Joel was a nervous mess however, he was always a morning person. Joel had woken up at 7am and had spent his whole morning planning how he was going to fix things with you. Eventually, bouncing around in anxiety in his own home was too much to bear which was the reason why he sat on your couch at 9.35am In the morning.

“You’re still a creature of habit right?” You handed him a cup of coffee which he happily drank. A grin forming on his lips, the coffee that you made was always perfect for him. The thought that you still remembered his preferences in coffee was enough to lift his spirits. “Heard you’re back,”Joel muttered while taking another sip from the cup. “I’m sitting next to you aren’t I.” You pointed out. He chuckled lightly. There was no evident tension between the both of you. Joel was tempted to just enjoy his time with you, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere by bringing up the sensitive topic. However, he knew that it was better to rip the bandaid off and get straight to the treatment instead of letting it have the chance to rot and get infected. He owed it to you to at least make things right instead of leaving it to be unresolved.

“I won’t beat around the bush.” Joel started, staring at you. “I want to resolve things between us, even if I took longer than I should have.” You sighed, “I figured.” You placed your mug onto the coffee table, stretching your limbs. “You couldn’t pick a better time? Maybe in the afternoon?.” You joked lightly, wiping the sleep from your eyes. He shook his head in amusement, “I’m sorry, I had to do it soon before I chicken out.”

“Joel Miller, chickening out! Who would have thought?” You teased, a smile on your face. Joel grimaced, “I have always been a coward, but you already knew that didn’t you?” He admitted. You frowned at Joel. “I don’t think you’re a coward.” You assured him. Joel simply shook his head, wiping his face with the palm of his hand. “I get scared easily. I’m terrified of losing people and forming attachments. That was why I pushed you away, and said some of the worse things I wished I could take back. I’m sorry.” Joel apologised once again. You took another sip of your coffee. “I- there’s no bad blood between us Joel. Honestly. You don’t have to do this.” You told him.

“But you deserve it.” Joel replied without missing a single beat. Your eyes widened at Joel’s words, you averted your gaze away. “I still don’t think you’re a coward.” You simply told him. Joel gave you a questioning glance. “First of all, a coward wouldn’t be here apologising.” You started, staring at the additional wrinkles that has appeared on his face in the time you were away. “After leaving Jackson, I got a lot of time to reflect on what had happened. Honestly? I get it. I mean we never established what we were so you had every right for acting like that I guess. I just fell for you too hard and too fast and that overwhelmed both of us.” Joel wanted to laugh, you fell for him. He never thought you would ever fall for him, maybe that was why he pushed you away so cruelly, because he never had the time to entertain the possibility of you reciprocating his feelings. “It wasn’t your fault, you tried to fight for us but I walked away from that possibility.” Joel insisted, your heart clenched. The phrase ‘us’ being uttered from him brought back memories. He once told you there was no such ‘us’ but now he’s using it to refer to the both of you. His eyes bore into yours, Joel wants you to listen to him. “So-um.” He fidgeted, wiping his palms against his thighs. “Give me another chance. Give ‘us’ another chance.” Joel asked.

The urge to tell him what he told you that day was unbearable. To show him how deep those words could cut. You inhaled a shaky breath.

“I can’t”

Joel's eyes flashed with disappointment as he looked away, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I-I get it,” He told you, forcing out a smile. “I’m not willing to take the risk again Joel. It was hell the last time.” You admitted softly to him, folding your arms over your chest. “I hurt you really bad huh.” Joel sighed, leaning back on your couch. You smiled, looking at the man who had broke your heart. “Yeah, you did. If it didn’t hurt it probably meant I didn’t love you that much.”

That statement haunted Joel in his sleep. He tossed and turned on his bed. Sorting things out with you was supposed to make him sleep better, and provide an ending to the chapter that has gone on for too long. He was missing something. His body was on full alert, prompting him to do something.

Joel sighed, listening to the stairs creak under his weight. He poured himself a cup of water. “Why are you up?” Ellie’s voice made Joel flinch slightly. Ellie smirked, she would not let Joel live this down. “I should be asking you the same question.” Joel snarked. Ellie chuckled lightly, “So- you got her?” Joel shook his head, “I made a grave mistake, it was a miracle she even forgived me.”

“You didn’t try?” Ellie questioned, disbelief in her voice. “I got rejected.” He replied, not wanting to have this talk with her. “Then try again.”she replied like it was the most obvious in the world

“That’s not how it works Ellie.”

“I wouldn’t be encouraging you if it wouldn’t work.” Ellie said. “How did she reject you? Her reaction matters.” She continued. Joel pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Is he really obliged to tell her how he got rejected? He was pushing 50 years old for gods sake. Ellie continued whining and he let out a defeated sign before repeating the exact words you said to him. Ellie’s eyes lit up, “Joel! You’re an idiot!” Joel almost snapped at her, he didnt need to add salt to the wound. “She isn’t willing to take the risk. That’s the only thing holding her back Joel. You just need to prove to her that she can trust you again.” Joel shook his head, “Stop giving me hope Ellie.” There was frustration in his voice. Ellie merely continued, Joel no longer scared her. “It’s true! The underlying meaning is that she is not denying that she still has feelings for you but she’s too afraid to let herself fall again.” Ellie adviced.

Ellie’s words was enough motivation to give Joel an epiphany. He had already made the mistake of letting you go once. Now, he will fight for you and prove to you that he will not make the same mistake twice.

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A smile formed on Joel’s lips when he caught a glimpse of your figure. He was so excited that he fumbled a few notes on his guitar. Joel took a breath to calm himself down, glancing down at the fretboard to better position his fingers, hoping you would stop and talk to him about the music like in the past.

His chest tightened when you walked past his porch with a dazed look on your face. His music no longer brought you to him anymore. There were earphones in your ears, perhaps it was a sign that you really moved on, that he shouldn’t bother you anymore. “Hey.” Joel couldn’t help himself from calling out to you. The smile that appeared on your face was one out of politeness instead of the grin you used to give him. Joel’s mind went blank when you did stop in your tracks to take out your earphones, wondering the purpose of him calling to you. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and cleared his throat. “I was just wondering if you wanted to join me. ” Joel felt himself turning red, why was he so awkward? You shifted your weight from one foot to another. What could go wrong right? You nodded before settling on the chair beside him. The chair that Joel had started leaving out for you.

You were startled when Joel handed you the guitar in his hands. “Hold on, I have something for ya.” He reassured you upon seeing the panicked look on your face. You relaxed a little as you watched him return to his own home, trying your best to not ponder too much on what Joel had for you. Your fingers absentmindedly strummed the guitar you were holding.

You immediately halted your movements when Joel returned, feeling embarrassed for your lack of skill compared to him. Joel didn’t seemed to mind, his eyes shining with childlike excitement. He sat down, unzipping the guitar case that was once over his shoulder.

“For you.” Joel carefully held out a guitar for you. Your eyes widened, “What? Why?” Joel shrugged, “I said I’ll teach you guitar. You need one to learn.” You swallowed, not expecting Joel to remember that promise from years ago. You took the guitar from his hands, a grin forming at the sight of the guitar. You always wanted to learn the guitar. “Did you make this?” You asked, strumming the new guitar after giving his back. He nodded, “Just finished it yesterday” he announced proudly. “Shit, how can I repay you?” ‘Give me another chance’ was what Joel wanted to say but he figured that was too straightforward. Seeing the happiness on your face was payment enough for him. “You don’t need to. It was just some spart parts I had lying around.” It was a lie, Joel took weeks before he managed to scavenge the materials needed. You let out a squeal as you admired the guitar in your hands. “Thanks man. I fucking love you for this.” You blurted out in excitement. Not knowing the effects that it had on Joel’s heart.

“So, I guess I’ll be seeing you more often? For the lessons of course.” He clarified. “Anytime Joel, I’ll surpass you in no time.” You told him confidently. He chuckled at that. “I bet darling.” He drawled.

This was the first step to Joel righting his wrongs.

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“So,” Tommy started from beside you during patrol. “You and my brother?” He let out a teasing whistle after that. You simply hummed, “Friends.” Tommy let out an exaggerated groan. “We have eyes. Everyone knows.” You trudged along the path. “Know what?” “That you’re probably more than just friends.”

“We are friends.” You stated. Tommy side eyed you. “Yeah right, I bet Joel thinks that too.” He replied sarcastically. You nudged Tommy in the side. “He does.” His eyes furrowed at your response, he let out a laugh. “Are you playing dumb? Or do you really think that he treats you as just a friend?” Tommy asked. “We are friends.” You repeated again. Tommy scoffed at your response. “You’re blind.” He shook his head in disbelief. “He's trying to get you back. He wants to be more than friends.” Tommy stated plainly. You opened your mouth to argue but it was like deep down, you knew he was doing just that. You just preferred to be dense than misunderstand his intentions. You cursed lightly, your heart clenching at the thought of him. It wasn’t going to work out, you weren’t going to put yourself in that vulnerable position again.

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“Joel!” You knocked against the wooden door. Your heart pacing against your chest. The door swung open, revealing a surprised Joel. “We need to talk.” Joel stiffened visibly, his mind running with all the possibilities. He moved to a side, inviting you into his home. “Would you like a drink?” Joel asked. You shook your head, trying to gather the words in your head. Joel rubbed the back of his neck, anxiety creeping up onto him.

“Everything you did for me, was it all just for another chance?”

Joel’s eyes widened at your words, his mouth opening before closing. His reaction was all you needed to know. All this time, you thought he was someone who could put the past behind him. Why can’t he understand how much he had hurt you? “Joel…” The disappointment in your voice made Joel’s heart shatter. He swallowed the lump in his throat. The next emotion was almost unrecognisable to him, it was pure fear. The fear of losing you again. “I can’t give you what you want.” You told him coldly. He closed his eyes, looking away from you. “Why?” He gritted out. “Do you really hate me that much? Why can’t you just give me another chance to prove myself?” He continued desperation in his voice. The desperation that mirrored yours almost a year ago. You clenched your jaw, trying to numb the pain in your heart. “It was not worth it for the heartbreak.” You spat heartlessly. Joel stumbled back at your words. “After everything. The past few months, hell even the years we spent together before that fight. I guess it meant nothing.” Joel muttered. You stepped closer to him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You’re the one who said there was no ‘us’ and there never will be. Don’t pin this on me, Miller.” Joel grabbed your hand, “I thought you were more mature than this. I know my apologies don’t mean shit but I would like to think that for the past few months, I have shown you that I want there to be an ‘us’” You took a few shaky breaths, you won’t allow yourself to cry in front of him again. “It’s too late Joel.” You replied, your voice breaking. You stared at Joel’s eyes, regret and longing swirled in his eyes. Joel took a breath before lowering himself onto his knees. “Must I beg for a chance?” Your jaw dropped, Joel Miller was on his knees in front of you.

“What is this supposed to mean?” you cried out in exasperation. Joel placed his hands on his knees, staring up at you. “We were happy together are we not? All I’m asking is for that chance to make you happy and not break your heart again.” The only sound was the heartbeats of yours pounding against your eardrums. “Fuck.” You cursed out. “Please, give me something to work with,” Joel begged.

The memories you have with him surfaced, as though your brain was trying on Joel’s side. The lingering touches, his laugh, the way he stares at you adoringly. The way he will listen to you ramble about anything for the entire day and how he is willing to drop anything for you. Everything made sense now, it always have, you just decided to turn a blind eye to it.

“Joel, I can’t take another heartbreak.” Joel shook his head, “Never again. I’ll protect you with my life if I must.” With the determined look in his eyes, you knew he would never live it down if you went through any kind of pain, both emotional and physical. The eyes were the window to his soul and your biggest weakness. You always were a victim to those eyes of his. You gently placed your hand on his cheek, “Get up Joel.” Joel’s eyes lit up, “So you’re willing to try?”

You nodded. Joel let out a delighted laugh. He took your hand in his and gently pressed a kiss to each knuckle. When he stood up to his full height again, he pulled you to him and embraced you.

“I love you. I’m sorry for everything.” “I’m glad to have you back Joel.”

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Her first words when she woke up were the ones that would haunt Gregory the most. Her unsteady sobbing and terrible hiccups would linger in his mind, long after the urging at the back of his mind stopped.

"Gregory? Why am I- Where are we? What happened?" Cassie's voice was broken, her confusion tangling with the lingering feeling of betrayal.

She had every right to feel betrayed. Gregory had betrayed her, just like he'd betrayed all of his friends before. The amused voice at the back of his head liked to mock him for it.

"Your use will never expire, boy." It had an odd quality to it.

If Gregory could dig deep enough, maybe he'd recognize it. But it was against the rules to examine the voice too deeply. He'd seen the result of that in what the voice had called The Reluctant One. Her expression never lost that shattered look, and Gregory was secretly glad she kept the mask on all the time now. He couldn't bear to look at her face anymore. It had been foolish to think he could escape, that they both could escape.

Gregory's own mask was off. The voice hated when he removed it, but Gregory hated wearing it. This was a compromise, he told himself, flexing his fingers within the scratchy fabric of his own rabbit suit.

"Gregory?" Cassie's voice wavered, her constant bravado completely wiped out by the reality of the situation. "What happened to you? I came here to save you and-"

Gregory turned away, feeling the calling of the voice in his mind. He wouldn't be in control in a moment, and his alter-ego, the one he'd dubbed GGY, would take over. He'd mock her for being afraid. He would be just enough like Gregory to convince her that it was all him. "I'm not the one who needed saving," Gregory whispered, lying to both of them.

"You are," GGY said, turning back to Cassie with a sinister grin.

Gregory was trapped in the backseat now as the mask went back on.

"Gregory?" Cassie's voice was very afraid now. She pulled at the cords binding her to a post, but she wouldn't be able to get away now. The fall from the elevator was more than enough for that.

"Poor little Cassie. You really thought we were friends, didn't you?" GGY shook his head, slowing creeping toward her. "You thought you could put on a brave face and save me when I was in danger. 'Cassie, save me.' I can't believe you actually fell for that."

Was this meant to be Gregory's punishment for destroying the monstrous endo? He wondered constantly when the voice would try to break him. It made his heart ache to know that he'd been too late to rescue Roxy, but at the very least, he'd ended that thing's reign of terror. The voice had gone quiet after that, if only for a few minutes. And then he heard the elevator fall and Cassie's scream.

The only other time he'd seen the shuddering shape of the animatronic endoskeleton trying to control him was when he'd equipped it with a suit that was meant to represent himself. It wasn't good enough, he knew. But he had to try to give Cassie a chance to escape sooner rather than later.

But the voice was too clever for that. There was always a backup. It muttered sometimes, about someone called William Afton. Gregory couldn't ever find any information on the man, but the voice found it amusing.

"He'll always come back," the voice croned. "You may meet him one day, if we succeed in luring him into the open."

That day hadn't come yet, but the day for punishing Gregory's past deeds had. Cassie, his only remaining friend, was about to die on her birthday. And Gregory knew he had only himself to blame.

"Why are you doing this?" Cassie whimpered, shrinking closer to the post she was bound to. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Oh, it's not what you did," GGY breathed. "It's what you are."

"What am I?" Cassie said as GGY pressed a knife to her throat.

"You're many things. If you last long enough, you're bait. If not, you're a soul to be harvested. You're a child, which makes you even more tempting." GGY pressed the knife hard enough to encourage a bead of blood to slip down Cassie's neck. "I suppose you also did save me, in a way. I was trapped for quite some time. But most importantly, you're an example."

"An example? For who?" Cassie's tears had stopped, and she was searching the grinning expression of the rabbit mask, like it would reveal a secret to her.

"To the ones who would lock me away," GGY replied. "I wonder how long you'll last." The knife moved away from her throat, hesitating by the left side of her chest for a moment before GGY leaned fully on her broken leg.

Gregory hated the sounds of her screams, and he knew no one else would be able to hear them. Whatever the voice was in life, it certainly knew how to keep a room isolated.

"Guess what I found," the glitchy voice of the white rabbit said, somewhere near Gregory's right ear. GGY let up, and Cassie shuddered, broken sobs slipping quietly from her mouth.

"What did you find?" GGY asked.

Vanny, as Gregory knew her, tossed the mangled remains of Freddy's head at his feet. Gregory recoiled, anguish tugging at him from every angle. "He tried to be a hero. What a mistake."

GGY laughed as Gregory silently wailed for his fallen friend. He'd hoped against hope that since Freddy remained unattached to his body that he'd remain somewhere safe. Evidently, he'd found a way to come after his new family. The two people he cared most deeply about.

"He's long gone by now," Vanny said, amusement lingering after GGY finally stopped laughing. Gregory felt sick, but his emotions were hardly a consideration now. "The light took forever to kill, but it's gone now. I waited to make sure."

Was it blue or yellow when it went out? Gregory wondered quietly. Freddy had manic tendencies sometimes, especially when he'd felt particularly defensive of his charge. When he had that defiant reaction, the color changed from a kind blue to a fierce yellow glow. Gregory had only seen it twice, but he liked to think the light wouldn't go out on blue.

Even thinking that, a beeping noise came from Freddy's destroyed head. Cassie instinctively lifted her head, makeup running like it had the first time Gregory had met her.

"Freddy?" she whispered faintly, hope clear in her voice.

Vanny shook her head. "Why is she still alive?"

"I was getting to it," GGY snapped. He kicked the Freddy head as he returned to his place beside Cassie. "Just because you don't care for the screams-"

"The job is to kill. Not to torture."

"Reluctant?" GGY's words were a challenge, and Vanny knew it.

"Hardly. I prefer the term efficient," Vanny sneered. "Are you going to finish it? Or are you the reluctant one?"

Gregory's heart sank, knowing how this would end. "Just because you can't enjoy a bit of suffering doesn't mean I won't. Angie shouldn't have had a quick end."

"Well, maybe Cassie should," Vanny snapped, and before GGY could try to get in a word edgewise, she yanked the knife free from his grasp and plunged it into Cassie's heart.

Cassie only had the chance to gasp softly before sagging against her bonds, completely limp.

She was gone, and Gregory knew it was his fault.

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