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fettuccin-e · 3 months

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Flying to New Heights

Summary: A flight delay means you're spending your night at the hotel bar, praying for sleep to come to you. Instead, a certain Captain Francisco Morales shows up, tall and broad and far too tempting. With undeniable attraction burning between you, you can't help the way you fall right into his arms.

A/N: Alright! I know it's been a while, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Life has gotten a tad crazy, but the Frankie thirst never stops okay? And this AU has been buzzing in my head for a little while now, so I just needed to get it out there. I hope y'all enjoy the porn. (dividers are by the lovely @saradika-graphics!)

Tags: Frankie Morales x Reader, Commercial Pilot!Frankie, Flight attendant!reader, afab!fem!reader, alcohol consumption but barely, this is essentially an excuse for porn so, oral and fingering(r!recieving), unprotected piv (pls wrap it up I'm begging you), Francisco Morales and his dirty mouth have struck again (w/c: 4.2K)

You love your job, you really do. Deciding to actually train to be a flight attendant was one of the best decisions of your life. Gone were the days of short-lived stints in retail, and you’ve never been happier for it.

You’ve lived the attendant life for a few years now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve met some of your best friends through this job, seen some of the most beautiful places in the world, met celebrities on their way to new production locations and concert venues.

It’s the dream, you tell your family, during the rare moments you actually get to visit them. And it is. The perks far outweigh the cons in your profession, and you’re happy to be where you are.

That’s not to say there aren’t any cons though.

There are always rude flyers, unruly children, issues with luggage. The turbulence is never much fun, nor are the months spent without being able to go home at all.

There are always nights like tonight, where the rain made the flight arrive later than expected, and you’ve got another flight scheduled for the morning. Between jetlag and the copious amounts of airline coffee you’ve imbibed to remain bright and chipper over an eight hour flight overseas, there’s no way you’ll get more than five hours of sleep before you have to clock in again.

A nightcap in the hotel bar seemed just the thing to cool off. You haven’t even taken your uniform off, the thick fabric stretching across your skin, your legs exposed to the cool air as you sip on your drink. The alcohol burns a bit in the back of your throat, but you take comfort in it, trying to lean into the calming warmth it creates in your stomach.

“Can’t sleep?”

The unexpected voice rips you from your reverie, and fuck, what a wake up call. The voice is deep, a pretty rasp edging into the ends of his words, the warmth of his tone making you far warmer than the alcohol in your glass ever could.

Captain Francisco Morales. Even his name has heat swimming in your stomach, and you wish you had just gone to bed like a normal person instead of drinking at the hotel bar at midnight.

You can’t decide if the pilot is a perk or a con of the job, only knowing that he seems to pilot most of your flights, and is a fucking distraction during every single one of them. With his big broad shoulders and patchy beard, the crinkles around his eyes when he smiles and his insistence that you call him Frankie, not Captain Morales.

The whole “flight attendants fucking pilots” trope never really applied to you until you met Frankie. You’ve made it a point not to hit on him, no matter how much you desperately want to. It would be far too stereotypical, and with how fucking nice Frankie is, you’d feel like you’d be taking advantage of him. So you’ve kept your distance, talking to him kindly, trying to cross your legs discreetly when he flexes his damn hands on the plane controls, and doing your job like a normal person.

But as he crosses into your line of vision, sitting in the barstool directly next to you, you’re struck with the realization that you’re in unknown territory. There’s no distracting yourself here with other passengers, or your fellow flight attendants. You can’t excuse yourself to an airplane bathroom to splash cold water on your face and yell at yourself to get it together. No, Frankie is right in front of you, ordering a whiskey neat from the bored-looking bartender, and smiling at you so fucking prettily with those big brown eyes and big hands and oh god you’re not going to survive-

“Nah, the jet-lag is really getting to me this time,” you say casually, your voice working on its own accord. At least you aren’t staring at him dopily like some kind of imbecile.

He chuckles. “Same here. Flight go okay?”

“You got us here, didn’t you, Captain? I’d say that’s a success.”

“Then let’s hope I’m always successful,” he winks, and it takes effort to breathe normally. You giggle, and he smiles at you again, his eyes crinkling up.

“You have a flight tomorrow?” he asks, sipping at his drink.

“Yeah, unfortunately," you sigh. "10:00AM, which is making the whole ‘no sleeping thing’ even worse. Y’know, it’s really the airline’s fault if I collapse on a passenger." You grin at him, and he laughs.

“Oh, they should be so lucky,” he chuckles, and you could swear that you see just a flicker of heat in his eyes. A heat that turns into a raging inferno inside of you, spreading from your cheeks to the tips of your toes.

“How about you, Captain? Flying again tomorrow?” You need to keep your mind out of the fucking gutter, not that he makes it very easy.

“Yup. They’ve got me in the air at 8:00AM.”

“Oh man, and you’re listening to me complain about my 10:00AM?”

“Work is work, sweetheart,” he smiles at you, and you want to collapse into him at that very moment. Sweetheart. Coming from anyone else, it would sound smarmy, like a pick up line, but from Frankie, it just sounds warm and comforting. You want to be his sweetheart. “We’re all allowed to complain. We aren’t in any kind of competition.”

He sips his whiskey, his eyes feeling like they’re boring into your fucking soul. “And either way, we’re both in the same bar, at midnight, sleep nowhere in sight. We’re pretty much in the same boat.”

“If you say so, Captain,” you say, your body positively burning under his gaze. You hope that you can blame it on the alcohol.

He raises an eyebrow, “I thought I told you to call me Frankie, sweetheart.”

“Frankie, sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,” he says, taking another sip. You try to not watch his throat work as he swallows. You fail. “Think you just need more practice,” he mumbles into his drink, so soft you almost miss it.

“Practice?” you blurt, mind too distracted to think of an intelligent response.

“Practice saying my name.”

A laugh startles out of your mouth. “I have no idea how I’d practice that, Frankie.”

He hums, pretending to think. “I have a few ideas,” he murmurs, and fuck, you definitely aren’t imagining the heat in his eyes now. It’s blazing into you, and you have to press your thighs together to alleviate the ache between them, hoping that Frankie doesn’t notice. Or maybe you hope he does, as you watch those thick fingers wrap around his glass.

Fuck it. He’s hot, you’re horny, and God, you can’t take much more of this. “I’d love to hear all about them, Frankie,” you say, adding a little rasp to your voice that you hope sounds sexy.

Frankie chuckles, but it doesn’t sound like he’s making fun of you. No, he sounds surprised, like he can’t believe you’re flirting back at him. Confidence swims in your chest as red colors his cheeks. You gaze up into those warm, brown eyes of his, and fuck, he’s so pretty up close like this.

“You sure about that, hermosa?”

You don’t break eye contact with him, and his deep gaze burns into yours. “Positive,” you breathe, and Frankie’s smirk is absolutely devastating.

Captain Francisco Morales doesn’t do this often. No, he doesn’t do this ever. Fucking between flights is supposed to be a perk of being a pilot, but it’s a “perk” he rarely utilizes. One night stands have never really suited him; he gets attached far too easily, and with his job, he can never stick around for long.

But god you’re pretty. And you’re licking hotly into his mouth, and whining in the back of your throat like you’re fucking desperate for it.

He couldn’t help himself when he saw you, still in your little uniform skirt, nursing a drink at the hotel bar. He couldn’t help himself when he struck up a conversation with you, wanting to see your pretty smile and soft laugh that he only ever hears mid-flight. And damn it, he sure as hell can’t help himself from pressing you up against the wall of the hotel elevator, pressing one of his thighs between yours while your fingers curl into his hair and his arms wrap around your waist.

You wiggle down onto his thick thigh, and it creates the most perfect pressure on your clit. You whimper against Frankie’s mouth, and he groans with you, pulling you flush against him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and his voice is deep and gravelly, breathless from your fevered kisses. “I, uh, I don’t usually do this kind of thing.” His cheeks burn, but he doesn’t back away, just leans his forehead against yours and tries to catch his breath.

It isn’t a surprise, his confession. You’ve heard stories about every other pilot, about their conquests with flight attendants, or how someone saw one of them take their wedding band off when they got to their hotel. There are stories upon stories about every pilot you’ve flown with, except Frankie. And it’s intoxicating, knowing that he wants you enough to have you like this.

“Good. Me neither,” you whisper, and Frankie grins again. That boyish, devastating grin, and fuck, your clit is throbbing so hard that you could cum like this. You could cum, right in this elevator, Frankie’s thigh between yours and his tongue in your mouth, fuck-

The elevator dings, signaling your arrival to your floor, and Frankie jumps away from you as the doors slide open. You don’t take it personally, not when you’re instinctually tugging your rumpled skirt down. You glance up, and Frankie is already staring down at you, gaze blazing as he braces a hand against the elevator door, holding it open for you.

“Where’s your room?” he asks, and the question is casual, but his voice certainly isn’t. There’s promise in it, and you have to make sure your knees don’t buckle.

“Why don’t I show you?” you say, stepping toward him to press your bodies together. Frankie doesn’t answer, he only cups a hand under your jaw, dragging your face up for a sticky kiss. It’s so much better than a yes.

He breaks the kiss far too soon, but one of his hands makes its way down to your ass, squeezing the fat of it through your skirt. “Lead the way, princesa,” he grumbles, and how could you ever think to refuse him?

Maybe you’re a little too eager in your walk to your room, but Frankie doesn’t seem to fare much better. No, he’s just as desperate as you are, with the way he presses you against the door of your room the moment you close it. With the way he swiftly kisses down your neck, sucking your skin between his teeth as he unbuttons your blazer, shoving the fabric down your arms. The buttons of your white undershirt follow, and you keen as he sucks maddeningly at your pulse point, his mustache scratching at the sensitive skin of your neck.

As soon as you’re divested of your shirt, Frankie’s moving again, kissing his way down your chest. He drags his teeth against the soft skin of your breasts, and you dig your hands into his hair.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve got the prettiest tits,” he murmurs against your skin. It doesn’t sound like a line, no, it sounds like a prayer.

“Frankie, please,” you breathe.

He looks up at you from his position at your chest. “What, gorgeous?” he asks, coy, as if he doesn’t know what you want. What you desperately need.

“Please, just,” you use your grip in his hair to drag him back up to your mouth, and he goes willingly, groaning softly as his tongue meets yours again. “Please fuck me, Frankie,” you whisper, and Frankie groans like he’s dying.

“Take- take your clothes off, baby,” he mutters, and it sounds more like he’s begging than he’s commanding. “Take your clothes off, and get on the bed.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice.

You have to make sure you don’t trip on your way to the bed as you kick off your heels. You tug your skirt and nylons down your thighs, making sure to wiggle your ass a bit more than normal as you bend over to tug them the rest of the way down your legs. You smirk at Frankie’s soft groan behind you.

The air of the hotel room is slightly cold, but as soon as you kneel on the bed, arching your back in a shameless display of your desperation, Frankie is burning hot above you, and you can’t feel the cold at all. Frankie’s thick, calloused hands palm your ass, and you moan as he spreads you apart, staring unabashedly at your aching cunt.

“Can I eat your pussy, baby?” he grumbles from behind you, and the fact that he’s asking permission to eat you out is making you so much hotter, making you clench around nothing.

“Yes, yes, Frankie, oh please-” you whine, and Frankie barely lets you finish your sentence before he’s dragging his tongue in a long stripe up your dripping pussy. “Fuck, Frankie,” you groan, and he moans into you, sounding like he’s enjoying eating you out just as much as you are.

His nose drags maddeningly through your folds as he brings his lips down to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it in circles that send pure pleasure sparking endlessly up your spine. You arch your back into it, pressing yourself into his mouth, and Frankie groans again. The vibrations of it against your clit make you jerk wildly, whining high as you clutch desperate fingers into the pristine white sheets of the bed.

Frankie tries to keep you still with one of his big hands pressing into the small of your back. His other hand makes its way to your pussy, and you don’t even realize, not when he’s licking into you so feverishly, until there’s a thick finger pressing into your achy entrance.

“Frankie, oh my god-” you gasp wetly, his finger so much thicker than one of your own. It’s been so long, too long, since you’ve had the touch of anything other than yourself. Your tiny, traveling bullet vibrator doesn’t feel like this. You can’t stretch yourself like this, you can’t drive yourself wild like he can.

He moves his finger around inside you, searching, searching, while he licks softly at your clit. “Where is it, baby?” he mutters against you, and you have to force your brain to work at least a little bit to decipher whatever the fuck he means.

His finger is still searching, stroking against your slick inner walls, and you can barely gasp out a, “up, up,” before he’s finally touching that sweet spot deep inside you. You can’t hide it when he does, gasping out a high pitched moan as pleasure rockets up your body.

“There it is, sweetheart,” he says, “good girl.”

And fuck, how do you hold yourself together when he says things like that. He licks again at your clit, but plays with that spongy spot inside you, abusing it. You’re so slick and hot, it doesn’t take long before he’s pressing a second finger into you, then a third. And his fingers are so fucking thick, breaking you apart and pressing into that wonderful spot inside you. Your vision is blurring at the edges as he plays with you like a practiced instrument. How is he so good at this? Your body barely feels like it’s your own, just Frankie’s; his to play with, his to fuck. God, he’s ruining you. It’s never been this good.

“Frankie, Frankie-” you whimper his name like a prayer, and his fingers move fast into you, jackhammering you into the mattress. You whine as he breaks his mouth from your clit, but he keeps his fingers pressed deep inside of you as he leans over your trembling body.

“C’mon baby, c’mon baby,” he mutters, moving his fingers inside you so roughly that you could swear he’s trying to break you in two. “What do you need, sweetheart? What do you need to cum all over my fingers, huh?”

“Just keep-” you gasp between shuddering moans. “Just keep talking to me, fuck, please-”

“Talk about what, gorgeous? Talk about how hard I am for you right now? How hard you always make me?” You whine at his words, and you can feel his smirk against the skin of your shoulder. His fingers move into you even harder, if that’s even possible. “Fuck, princesa, you have to know how fucking sexy you are. Make me so fucking hard whenever we fly together. Fuck, watched you bend over to pick up your bag once, right in front of me. Had to fuckin’ jerk my cock as soon as we got back to the hotel. Can’t help it around you baby.”

You feel like you’re underwater. Frankie’s voice is deep and dark in your ear, and your pussy is so fucking sensitive. You can feel your orgasm burning relentlessly in your stomach. Just a little more, just a little-

“Thought about taking you to the back of the plane, mid flight. Thought about fucking you hard, stuffing this pretty pussy, making you go back out to work with my cum dripping down your thighs. You want that, sweet girl? Fuck you’re so pretty, so pretty baby, you’ve gotta cum. Please, please let me fuck this pussy. Be my good girl, cum all over my hand.”

You don’t think he means it like a command, but you follow it anyway. You moan, throaty and wet, into the sheets as your cunt clenches around Frankie’s fingers, hips twitching as he presses reassuring kisses to your shoulder. You turn your head blindly, and he leans forward to meet your lips in a bruising kiss, his fingers buried deep inside as you gush all over his hand.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you whisper against his lips, repeating it like a mantra, and Frankie whimpers, needy and so hot that it makes you want to cry.

“Okay, baby, okay, I’ve got you,” he says, and you know he does.

When Frankie presses the blunt tip of his cock against the opening of your sensitive pussy, you both groan. You push your hips back just as he pushes his hips forward, and the tip of his cock is just as big as the rest of him. Which, of course, means fucking massive. You have to breathe through the stretch of him inside you as he sinks deep, deeper, deeper.

“Doing so fucking good, sweetheart. Jesus fuck- ah- so fucking tight baby- fucking beautiful- oh fuck-” Frankie mutters, sounding just as overwhelmed as you feel. It feels like forever until he bottoms out, his hips pressed against your ass as he hunches over you, hot and big and all man. It’s a dream that you’ve had before, but the reality is so much better than anything you could have ever imagined.

“So- you’re so big, Frankie,” you whimper, and Frankie groans behind you. “Need you to fuck me, wanna feel it tomorrow, please, please-” and he does. He pulls his hips back, just to shove himself back in, and the drag of his fat cock against that spot he found earlier has tears springing unbidden to your eyes.

“Yes! Oh my god, like that, just like that-” you’ve never talked this much before during sex. But his unyielding thrusts, deep, deep inside, have you babbling wildly.

“Christ, you can’t talk like that, princesa, gonna make me blow my fucking load-”

“Want it, fuck Frankie, want you dripping down my fucking thighs, wanna gape open after you fuck me, oh god-”

Frankie fucks in harder, and it’s like every thought you’ve ever had flies out of you. His chest and stomach press into your back as he holds you still, thrusting desperately into you, harder and harder.

The bed is creaking, a rhythmic squeak that mixes in with the endless sounds of your keening whines and Frankie’s moans, and the obscene squelching of your pussy around Frankie’s cock. Your wetness drips down your thighs as Frankie bullies his way inside. He’s hitting that beautiful spot inside you, so perfectly, so overwhelmingly perfect, and fuck, tears are dripping down your face as you clutch onto a pillow, only able to squeak out pitiful whines of “Frankie, Frankie,” as he destroys you.

“So fucking gorgeous for me, god, bebita, fuckin’- fucking tight, fucking strangling me. Been too long, honey? Too long since you got fucked like you deserve?” Frankie growls into your ear, fucking you like a god damn animal.

Frankie’s lost control above you, which he just doesn’t do. He’s always in control, always, he has to be in this profession. But it’s like you’ve stripped him bare, literally and figuratively, to the most primal parts of himself. You’re so fucking hot and wet and tight around him, whining and throwing yourself back on his cock like it’s the best you’ve ever had, and he’s losing it. Losing it far too quickly, and he’s going to cum far too quickly.

“C’mon, baby, give me another one,” he groans, “squeeze my cock with this perfect fuckin’ pussy, wanna, wanna feel it.”

“Touch my clit- oh please, please, Frankie, ah- ah” and he does, the moment the words leave your lips. He reaches underneath the both of you, not breaking the rhythm of his hips driving into yours, and rubs two of those thick, calloused fingers against your throbbing clit.

“Fuck- yes, just like that, just like that, oh my god.” You’re slurring your words, so stupidly drunk on the feeling of his cock filling you over and over, of his body radiating heat above you.

“Gonna take care of you hermosa, make you cum like you deserve, so fuckin’ beautiful crying on my cock,” Frankie says, rubbing your clit hard and methodical. “Never gonna get enough of you baby. Gonna fuck you in every hotel we ever get, fuck you at the terminal, fuck this pussy in the god damn cockpit, oh shit-”

And you’re screaming, outright screaming into the sheets as the thread in your stomach snaps, your pussy clenching and gushing all over Frankie’s giant cock. He’s still mumbling into the cook of your neck, mindless mumbles about how pretty you are, how perfect, as you tremble through the most powerful orgasm of your fucking life. It’s devastating, it breaks you apart and puts you back together all at once, and you just have to trust Frankie to hold you together in his strong arms.

“Where do you want it, huh baby? Please, please, you’ve gotta tell me, oh shit-” Frankie whimpers, and it’s a damned good thing you still have enough brain cells to understand what he means.

“Inside, inside, 'm on the pill, please, please fill me up.” It’s fucking risky that you both didn’t even think about a condom, but with a man like Frankie, it’s hard to think about anything.

His hips still, his cock pressed inside so deep that it feels like he could be in your lungs, as he fills your pussy with his cum. He bites harshly into your shoulder, but it doesn’t fully muffle his whimpers as he crashes through his orgasm. Your eyes flutter shut. You wish you could bottle those sounds and listen to them forever.

Your knees slide out from under you, leaving you laying flat on your stomach, and Frankie follows, holding himself against you as you wait for your breathing to slow.

“That was…” you whisper into the quiet.

“Fucking amazing.”

You can’t suppress your giggle. “Took the words right out of my mouth, Frankie.”

He tucks his face into the crook of your shoulder, and you can feel his pretty smile, before he’s lifting himself off of you, and you realize how cold you are without his heat.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” he says, and you can’t bring yourself to do anything more than nod. Frankie rushes quickly into the en suite bathroom, and you can hear the sink running for a moment, before he comes back. A warm, wet rag makes its way down your back, over the curve of your ass, and between your legs. He’s ridiculously gentle as he wipes you down, and it’s wonderful.

Once Frankie deems you clean again, he climbs into bed next to you. He wraps his arms around your placid body, tugging you close. “Didn’t take you for a cuddler, Frankie,” you murmur, but you only snuggle closer, relishing in his deep chuckle.

“I’m usually not.”

“You don’t do this often, though?” you say, dragging a finger down his chest, your eyes already fluttering shut.

You feel Frankie’s lips press to your forehead as he murmurs, “I think I’m willing to let this,” he hugs you against him softly, “become a new habit.”

You smile, and you lean up to kiss him gently. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

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winkwonkwankwenk · 3 months

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Not a morning person, wakes up grumpy and will sulk around until about lunchtime. Food makes him slightly better, so when you cheerfully set down the meal you made for him he can't stop the corners of his mouth from twitching up.

He's not exactly irresponsible, he just prioritizes...differently. Food first, money second, you third. When he notices he's spending too much time away he'll casually call you and act like he hasn't disappeared for week(s)! "I was busy, I'll be home soon." He says, knowing damn well he isn't coming home for another day or two.

His eyes give away his mood, so you can tell when he's happy even though he rarely smiles. They scrunch, and when you giggle at him they narrow. "What's so funny, Doll?" He'll ask, leaning in so your breath hitches.

He likes picking you up, he finds how small you are endearing. He purposely puts things you use on high shelves just to hear you call for him. He'll lean over you, chest pressed to your back and grin when you grumble. "What? I'm helpin'."

Heavy meat eater. Beef and pork are his daily diet, taking up most of his plate. When you whined to him about healthy habits he just grunted and rolled his eyes.

Definitely has a garden behind the house. It started as your hobby and then one day you came home to him shirtless in the sun, tilling the land and planting while humming to himself. From then on, you've let him handle all the crops. It keeps him fit and you...entertained.

He likes to kiss your shoulders when the two of you cuddle. He finds comfort having you close, although he'll rarely admit it. He always has an excuse on why he has to cling to you instead of just saying how he really feels. "It's jus' cold, don't make a big deal out of nothin' "

Bulks constantly, eating three courses every meal time. He gets hangry quickly, so if you don't cook trust the kitchen will be raided. You've come home to see him feasting on breadrolls, sometimes the entire loaf will be gone before you even use a slice for toast. He eats like a teenage boy going through puberty and sometimes you worry he'll eat your money too. The thought has crossed his mind once.

He's not broke, just extremely frugal. He doesn't even want to buy medkits. He'll boil water and pour it on a cut. You walked in on this once and he was confused as to why you were so panicked. When you explained how batshit crazy his methods were, he let you open the jar he had tucked away. There was at least five-hundred dollars in coins stored and when you asked him about it, he told you it was Megumi's college fund. Yeah right.

He wants a big family- but only with you. You're a good mother to Megumi, and he knows you'll be even better with a couple more kids.

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Taunts and teases you during sex, from degrading praises to purposely slowing his thrusts. He likes making you beg, especially when he edges you and your left pleading with him for pleasure.

He's got a monster and he never give you time to adjust. Once he's in, he's not pulling out. He'll start gentle for your sake but the moment he hears that first moan from your sweet lips he's done playing nice. "Come on...this much is nothin', take it like a big girl."

Wakes up hard, goes to bed hard, he's constantly horny. No matter how many times the two of you fuck in a day he wants to ram back in. He's insatiable, but you're to blame really. It's not his fault he's addicted to the way you squeeze his shaft with those slippery wet walls. How is he supposed to go more than ten minutes without you coiled around him?

The two of you got into a heated argument once, he bent you over and fucked you from behind until you caved. Who needs communication when you can have hot rough make-up sex? By the time he's done with you, you don't have the energy to stay mad at him. "Ready to admit I'm right?" and if you say no, the two of you go for another round.

Loves french-kissing you and making out in general. He does tricks with his tongue in your mouth but loses control when you suck on the scar on his lips.

He loves having you in his lap, especially when you're wearing a skirt. All he has to do is push your panties aside and push in- perfect. Being bigger than you has its perks, especially when it comes to holding you down as he thrusts up into your womb, fucking you hard and fast until you're a sobbing soaking mess.

He told your dad that you also call him daddy. He's no longer invited to family events.

He won't fuck you with his fingers because he knows how dirty they get from yardwork, so he uses his tongue and damn is he good at it. He loudly slurps up every juice spilling from your cunt, groaning and grumbling about your taste and scent. "Fucking hell, Woman..." is all he can manage to mumble, too pussy-drunk to say much else as he buries his nose between your folds.

His favorite petnames for you are Doll and Slut.

Will not wear a condom. Don't even ask. He gives you the meanest side eye when you even mention it. He wants to knock you up again, and there's enough space in the house for another kid. He'll consider condoms when you have five kids- maybe. "I'm givin' you all of this good cum and you want it wasted in a plastic bag? Ha."

He didn't see the point of aftercare but it grew on him, mainly because of how pretty you looked laid against him as he massaged your shoulders. You're his woman, and if cuddling after fucking makes you feel good, fine, he'll do it.

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huggybearluvr · 3 months

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Next Thing You Know || Q.H

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Synopsis: After meeting Quinn at a bar in your 20's you can't believe how fast the time flies.

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liked by yourbestfriend, quinnhughes, and others... y/nmathews met this guy at a bar and next thing you know he's my boyfriend....

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yourbestfriend I'll kill him. He better treat you right.

y/nmathews oh he is girl

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y/nmathews no it doesn't!

lukehughes YES IT DOES @quinnhughes

quinnhughes shut up.

jackhughes @austonmathews do we approve of this?

austonmathews i'm just glad it isn't you with your grubby hands.

jackhughes excuse me?

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes never thought I could love like this.

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jackhughes thought you said you were staying single for awhile

lukehughes he did infact say that.

quinnhughes don't be mad that you guys cant pull like I can

y/nmathews I love you <3

quinnhughes I love you more baby

ellenhughes such sweethearts

austonmathews this is...

jackhughes nasty?

lukehughes absoutely fucking crazy?

y/nmathews can you guys leave us alone please?

austonmathews sorry.

jackhughes im not

lukehughes me either

quinnhughes .

yourbestfriend OKAY THIS IS CUTE

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes next thing you know she moved in! ... and brought her weird ass dog with her...

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austonmathews the first picture...

y/nmathews is so cute!

austonmathews no.

y/nmathews WEIRD ASS DOG?! excuse me sir Zues is a little baby

quinnhughes he could squash us both.

y/nmathews hes. a. little. baby.

quinnhughes he ways 140 pounds...

y/nmathews shhhhh he's my baby.

mitchmarner @austonmathews YOU LET HER TAKE THE DOG?!

austonmathews its her dog?

mitchmarner NO NO NO It was yours as much as it was hers.

y/nmathews he didn't take care of that dog, it was all me.

mitchmarner zues squared tho :(...

y/nmathews ill bring him with me when I visit.

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y/nmathews Mrs. y/n hughes has a ring to it.

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quinnhughes I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you baby

y/nhughes I love you more than anything else in this world

austonmathews when he asked for my blessing, I didn't think he would propose so quickly.

quinnhughes oops?

austonmathews if she's happy, I'm happy.

y/nmathews im more than happy :)

jackhughes god she's gonna be moms favorite now

ellenhughes she already is :)

lukehughes MOM NO I AM

quinnhughes in your dreams Luke it was me before y/n

yourbestfrind AWWWW BABY

y/nmathews my maid of honor <3

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quinnhughes the best weekend of my life. To my beautiful wife, I love you more than any words could ever say. You are the sunshine of my life and I have no idea where I would be without you. Thank you for choosing me to spend the rest of your life with.

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y/nhughes wouldn't wanna be doing life wiht anyone else. I love you quinn.

quinnhughes I love you too baby

jackhughes congrats to both of you! I love you both.

y/nhughes awww rowdy, we love you

ellenhughes Congratulations! welcome to the family officially y/n!

y/nhughes thank you!!

austonmathews You got a good one Quinn. Congrats to both of you!

lukehughes huggy is all grown up :(

quinnhughes i've been grown.

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y/nhughes the honesymoon has been nothing short but amazing.

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austonmathews Zues misses his parents come back soon

y/nhughes or do you just miss me?

austonmathews ...

jackhughes QUINNS A SIMP

y/nhughes I can't deny that

quinnhughes for her yes I am a simp.

quinnhughes mrs. quinn hughes looking great!

y/nhughes mr. quinn hughes looking even better

lukehughes vomit.

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes surprise! baby hughes on the way!

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austonmathews I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE?!

jackhughes WE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

lukehughes WEE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

mitchmarner WEEE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

y/nhughes yes you are ALL gonna be uncles.

austonmathews so like whose the god father...?

jackhughes me

lukehughes uhmmmm no me.

quinnhughes both of you stop.

ellenhughes congrats! the baby is gonna be a little angel!

quinnhughes I am so excited baby!

y/nhughes me too! Can't wait for little nugget.

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quinnhughes surprise twin boys! Y/n and I are so excited to introduce Sawyer Warren Hughes and Seth Auston Hughes.

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y/nhughes I am so excited to be doing life with you and them! I can't picture a better family! I love your three more than anything in this entire world.

quinnhughes and we love you all the way to the moon and back baby.

austonmathews you named one of them after me?

mitchmarner he is quite literally crying rn.

y/nhughes awww Aus, come over and meet your god children :)

austonmathews are you being serious? I am the god father???

quinnhughes we couldn't think of any one more perfect for the role

lukehughes I am so honored.

y/nhughes we love you lukey.

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⊂Biker!Seonghwa⊃

TW: nothing

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: A short drabble while I'm away on vacation, because for some reason biker Hwa's been occupying my mind lately, not letting me rest. I can't wait to continue my pirate!au mini-series with Ateez, I miss writing it so much lol. Being at the sea is definitely not helping at all at suppressing my creativity lol. Hope you enjoy this one!

You couldn’t tell when it started, your infatuation with Seonghwa. Infatuation, perhaps, was a strong word, but you didn’t know how else to define it at the moment; maybe crush would’ve been a more fitting term, you thought, but you weren’t too sure about it. Park Seonghwa. You had known him for years, although never truly paying much attention to him, he still managed to become the center of your friends conversations, stealing the spotlight at any given chance without even being around. Seonghwa was quite famous at your school, and in your town, let’s be real, for constantly doing bad things and breaking girl’s hearts left and right. He was your typical bad boy and you wanted nothing to do with him. He was edgy and sometimes quite dramatic; he dressed in all black and wore quite cheap looking jewelry, painting his nails black after he realized girls went crazy for it. He knew he was good looking and he used that to his advantage. He could persuade anyone into doing whatever he wanted and it came in quite handy when he was behind on his schoolwork, his teachers excusing him for whatever dumb story he managed to come up with. Girls ate up his sob stories about his fake pets and evil parents; he came from a very loving family, so you never understood why he was lying about it. And, oh God, when he got his license for his motorbike did his popularity skyrocket even more. You were pretty sure you caught him once making out with one of the teaching assistant’s behind the school, but one side glance from his sharp eyes and you knew never to mention it to anyone. And to be honest, that was probably your first and last interaction with the boy, not that it bothered you. You liked your peaceful life as it was, serene, and void of worries correlated to boys. You didn’t feel like dating at your age yet, seventeen wasn’t too young nor too old, but you felt like you weren’t ready for a relationship. And that was fine, your father was happy too, not quite ready to lose his ‘little’ girl which he was aware you weren’t anymore, but it brought closure to him to know that you didn’t crave male attention just yet. His ‘little’ girl’s heart would remain unscathed for a little longer.

And all of that sounded really good, really, you would’ve never complained about your ordinary life. Oh, well, that is until Seonghwa started showing up to your father’s car service frequently. For some reason, the two of them seemed to be getting on well, and your father allowed him to come in from time to time to fix his motorbikes. Seonghwa owned at least three by now. He was two years older than you and while all of his friends went to college, he stayed behind, telling people he wasn’t ready to choose just one thing he was interested in to study for the rest of his life. However, this confirmed your theory for you that he just didn’t know what he was good at and that he wasn’t smart enough to go to a good college. It might’ve been a little harsh to view him like that, but he never ranked too high in your high school, too busy chasing girls and starting fights. And so, one day, as you made your way home you decided to stop by your father’s car service before heading upstairs as you lived just above it.

The rock music blasted throughout the car service; a few cars scattered around as your father had quite a lot of work for the week. Him and his colleagues were nowhere to be seen and you figured you stopped by during their lunch break, everyone was back in the dressing room. But you wanted to greet your father still, show him the grade you got on your thesis, unable to keep the smile off your face. You scored the highest in your year, it made you ecstatic. Your father would always order your favorite food whenever you brought home an outstanding grade, celebrating your achievement. With a skip in your steps, you waltzed down the spacious room, appreciating the white Mercedes your father was currently fixing. You failed to notice the clanking of tools, so when you turned to your right, your heart almost jumped out of its place as you yelped loudly. The older guy just cast you an unimpressed glance before he bent down again, unscrewing something around the front spring of his motorbike. You placed a hand over your hammering heart, frozen in your place as you watched his long black hair fall over his face. His hair had gotten longer since the last time you saw him, which was probably around a year ago, at the closing ceremony of his graduation.

“Did you become a statue or what?” His low, monotone voice snapped you out of your initial shock and your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head, remaining silent. Seonghwa cast you a quick glance before he continued working, eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to take off the nut screw. He had been sweating prior and he lightly tapped his forehead before twisting the screw again, nothing happening. You didn’t consider your next actions for long as you let your backpack fall onto the floor before walking up to Seonghwa, kneeling down beside him. He turned his head to look at you, his sharp eyes watching you closely as you inspected his work, chuckling. Of course the nut screw wouldn’t come off if it was stuck, almost fried onto the tube it was holding together. So, you looked around for a little oil and found it on your father’s stand, so, you stood and walked over to it, getting it, then walked back to Seonghwa’s motorbike. You kneeled down again and sprinkled a little oil around the nut screw, failing to notice Seonghwa’s curious gaze on you. Because it was slightly fried against the tube, you struggled to get the nut screw off at first, but after tugging at it and forcing it, it finally loosened up enough to come off, clattering onto the ground. You grinned in victory and grabbed the nut screw, turning your body towards Seonghwa to show him your success but you, instead, froze at the proximity. Your noses were almost touching and your wide eyes took in his face, taken by his mesmerizing features. He seemed tanner than the last time you saw him and his plump lips were redder too, dark eyes gazing into yours intently. Sweat rolled down the side of his temples, stray strands of hair sticking to his damp forehead. You had never seen him from so close before, and suddenly you understood all those girls who gave in to him. He was breathtaking. His sharp gaze held a glint of curiosity in it and that made you self-conscious as you quickly stood, clearing your throat, as you extended your hand to Seonghwa.

“Uh, sorry—” You started, avoiding eye contact, “I should’ve asked before helping—”

“I’ve been struggling to get that off for half an hour now,” Seonghwa chuckled as he stood, taking the nut screw from your hand; you didn’t fail to notice the way his pointer finger ran over the back of your palm, making you gulp nervously at the unnecessary action, “and you did it in like…five minutes.”

You didn’t know what to say so you just picked up your backpack and looked away as Seonghwa took a step towards you, your body tensing, “You’re Mr. Han’s daughter, right?”

“Yes, I’m—”

“Y/N, I know who you are.” Did he really? You smiled a little, nodding your head as you heard laughter coming from behind you, it was your father’s. And as Seonghwa watched you, he noticed how tense you seemed to be around him yet as soon as your father approached the two of you, you had long forgotten about him. It was weird to him; he was used to girls throwing themselves at him constantly.

“Y/N!” Your father hugged you, excited to see you, “What brings you around here?”

Suddenly, a big grin appeared on your lips as you unzipped your backpack, digging around, looking for your thesis. Seonghwa watched intrigued as you pulled the paper out and shoved it in your father’s hands, who’s eyes had the same glint as yours in them. It was quite an endearing sight, how much the two of you resembled each other.

“I got the highest grade, dad!” You exclaimed with excitement and your father chuckled as his eyes ran over the papers, a proud look on his face as he handed it back to you.

“Very well, honey,” He handed you the thesis back, “You know what’s for dinner tonight then.”

Seonghwa watched as the biggest smile he’s ever seen on you spread onto your lips, snatching the thesis away from your father who just chuckled and winked at you. He’s seen you around your high school, but never had the chance to talk to you. It seemed as if you always ran away from him, almost as if you were avoiding him. He knew of his reputation, it was hard not to when everyone kept reminding him of it, yet you never seemed to care as you wouldn’t even cast a second glance his way. You weren’t fascinated nor scared of him, it was peculiar, but he never thought about you for too long. He usually didn’t like challenges when it came to girls and those who played hard to get never had his attention for too long. He wasn’t there for the long run, therefore he found it useless to invest so much energy into one girl only. But you seemed like you didn’t want his attention at all as you kissed your father’s cheek goodbye before you ran out of the service, forgetting about his presence altogether. It didn’t sit right with Seonghwa, and as he gazed after your bouncing form, your father chuckled and looked at him amused.

“Didn’t you two go to the same high school?” He asked and Seonghwa nodded his head.

“We did, but our circle of people were too different for us to know each other.” Seonghwa’s answer made your father chuckle to himself, nodding his head in understanding. He knew what type of boy Seonghwa was, he never truly expected his daughter meddling with him.

“Yes, that makes sense—” Your father said more to himself before his eyes fell on Seonghwa’s motorbike, “How’s the spring, son? Any progress?”

“Oh, I got the nut screw off finally—well, your daughter did, actually.” Seonghwa admitted with a shameful chuckle and your father nodded, not looking surprised in the slightest.

“Yeah, she’s quite the mechanic, my little one.” Your father gloated proudly before he walked off, headed towards the white Mercedes he was supposed to fix by Friday.

And after that first encounter with Seonghwa, you considered it your first real encounter, you seemed to run into him everywhere. It started being creepy after a while and it made you feel weird as you told your best friend, who didn’t think much of it, unsurprisingly, and suggested that perhaps you were just randomly running into each other, your city wasn’t too big, after all. Despite that making sense, you couldn’t help but still think Seonghwa was doing it on purpose as he’d always strike up a conversation with you when you crossed paths. Sometimes it was about something really dumb and it would make you look at him with a questioning gaze, nevertheless, you still seemed to entertain him, curious of his motives. He never made obvious advances towards you, so you really didn’t understand what was the purpose of all of his actions. Perhaps he was looking for a friend now that his other friends were in a different city at college? But that didn’t make much sense as he stopped showing up to your father’s car service since he had fixed his motorbike, yet trailed you around the city whenever you were out. And one evening, as you were headed home from the library, you had been doing research on a fish type for you biology class, Seonghwa was there. Across from the library in the parking lot, sitting on his motorbike as his eyes fell on you. Your heart skipped a beat and you looked around, trying to find the person Seonghwa could be waiting for it. But it seemed like just the two of you were on the street and you sighed as you took off, but not towards him. The sun was long gone and you had to walk quite a lot to get home, so you didn’t want to waste any more time, not a fan of walking around alone at night. But you barely made it a few steps before you heard rapid ones approaching you from behind. By now, you knew it was Seonghwa. You had memorized his walking pattern and the force of his steps.

“Headed home?” And you were right as his head popped up next to yours. You cast him an unimpressed glance before nodding wordlessly. Seonghwa hummed and continued walking next to you, grinning as he realized you were trying not to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice the gear he was wearing, his thick jacket undone and his light sweater showing underneath. He has never touched you before, so when you felt his warm grip around your wrist, halting you from taking another step, your eyes widened. He pulled you lightly forward, towards himself, and you almost tumbled into him. His cologne was strong and you caught the whiff of something strawberry scented, his hair looked like it wasn’t completely dry.

“Let me take you home,” Seonghwa’s low voice was soft and quiet as he looked in your eyes, making you flustered, “It’s not safe for you to walk alone.”

This was it, then, the moment Seonghwa’s been probably waiting for to finally try and woo you. He didn’t seem like the patient type, you had to give him some credit for holding out for so long. And despite every fiber in your body asking you to accept his offer, heart thumping loudly at the proximity and wrist burning from his warm hold, you smiled and softly pulled away from him.

“Thank you, but I did this walk many times before,” Seonghwa wasn’t pleased with your answer at all, and he let you know as his eyebrows furrowed, “There’s nothing to be worried about.”

But Seonghwa didn’t let you leave, stepping in front of you, making your body collide against his, you hoped he didn’t hear your quiet gasp, “There’s plenty to be worried about, actually, so just let me take you home.”

You took a step back, trying to put some distance between your bodies, hoping he wouldn’t see your red cheeks. You didn’t think he’d be this persistent and as you looked up at him, he seemed very determined, “I’ve never ridden a motorbike before and I don’t have the proper gear either.”

That made Seonghwa chuckle and you watched as he quickly took his jacket off, closing the distance between your bodies once again, making you avoid eye contact as he draped his jacket around your shoulders. He held the collar together around your neck and you gulped nervously, his fingers lightly grazing against your neck. His jacket was heavy and a lot bigger than your frame, “I brought two helmets, don’t worry.”

You went to still try and deny his offer nicely, but Seonghwa was already pulling you after him, interlacing your fingers, making you blush again. You couldn’t deny his attractiveness anymore, and despite staying away from him for so long, you seemed to be unable to do so lately. Yes, he was everywhere, but you seemed to want him to be everywhere you were, his sharp gaze always following you, making you stay alert. When he wasn’t looking, you’d sneak peeks at him, admiring his features from afar, imagining as you ran your finger down his tall nose, his plump lips, his sharp jaw, and then all over his dark eyebrows. Park Seonghwa was gorgeous and you now understood those girls trying to get his attention, hoping he was the love of their lives. You entertained that thought sometimes, before falling asleep mostly, wondering if you could fall in love with Park Seonghwa. Wondering if he could genuinely love someone. Wondering if he could fall in love with you and not play you like all those other girls before you, But now, as you stood by his bike, allowing him to place the spare helmet around your head, securing it, it all felt so real and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was ever going to change. Seonghwa suddenly grinned, his smile making your heart melt, as he tapped the helmet where your cheeks were supposed to be, and you found yourself suddenly holding his hands, pressing them down, holding them in place

“Were you waiting for me?” You finally asked what’s been on your mind ever since you spotted him and now a charming smile appeared on Seonghwa’s lips, gaze locking with yours. He suddenly gripped your hands and brought them down to your sides, interlacing your fingers on both hands. You were glad the helmet somewhat concealed your currently red cheeks.

“Yes, I was,” Seonghwa admitted truthfully, “there are no coincidences when it comes to me, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you tried not to grin as Seonghwa watched your face closely for a reaction, grinning himself. You didn’t want strands of hair getting into his pretty eyes, so you found yourself pushing them behind his ear, hand lightly grazing against his skin, making Seonghwa gulp. He tried to remember a time when his heart was racing this much because of a girl, but he couldn’t. He watched you as you fixed his hair for him before placing the helmet around his head, securing it and tapping the top like he had done for you. It made him chuckle and you looked down, embarrassed, but excited by his reaction. Despite his bad boy reputation, he was being rather soft and almost shy as he released your hands and got on the bike, beckoning you over too. You got on too, excited and lightly scared by the new experience as Seonghwa brought the engine to life, reeving it a little and making you giggle. You allowed your arms to rest around his middle, holding him tightly as he took off, headed towards your house. You knew explaining this to your father would be a bit troublesome, but you hoped his liking for Seonghwa would help you out a little bit.

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melanieph321 · 10 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - His Bride

What can I say, he cute 🤭

Summary - Reader gets ready for her wedding day.

Enjoy!

"We have a problem..." Your maid of honor, a.k.a Rubens sister, said. She entered your dressing room just as you were putting the finishing touches to your hair.

"What is it?" You said, turning in your chair.

"We can't find your bouquet. We've looked everywhere."

You shook your head and smiled. "Can't we just make a new one out of all the decoration flowers we have?"

"Make a new one?" Rubens sister gasped. "You can't just make a new bouquet. Do you know how long it took me to make the arrangements for the decore to match the design of your dress?"

"I'm sure it took a lot of your time, which I thank you for putting in. But I'm sure any arrangement of flowers will do for me. I mean I'm marrying your brother not the flowers."

"I suppose." She didn't look happy, but left you to finish putting pins into your hair.

Who would have known that weddings would be so demanding, you thought. Your parents were never married and so you had absolutly no one to prepare you for this moment. This was a shame, but Rubens family really insisted on you to have a traditional wedding in a church, paying for the whole thing themselves. Really, it was more their wedding than yours. You were merely a fly on the wall on your own wedding day, the day that was supposed to mean the most to you.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts.

"Come in!"

You were not ready for it to be Ruben who entered the room.

"Ruben, what are you doing in here?"

"I just wanted to check on you." He said, straightening his tie. He looked so handsome in his grooms attire.

"I don't think you're supposed to see me before the ceremony. It's bad luck."

"Well my sister keeps telling everyone that you've lost your mind, so excuse me for worrying about my wife."

"To be." You chuckled.

"What?" He approached you were you sat, planting a kiss on top of your head.

"You called me your wife, but I'm still your wife to be."

He smiled. "Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Well I guess I can't wait for you to be my wife."

"You sure about that? Even though I've lost my mind?"

Ruben caught the glimpse in your eye. "Weddings can get a little crazy huh?"

"I dunno, it's my first one." You turned back to the mirror. Ruben got behind you, helping to put the last pins into your hair. "You mean this is your first wedding as the bride?"

You shrugged. "And my first time attending one."

"You've never been to a traditional wedding before?"

"I'm not even sure I knew anyone that was married where I came from." You came from a broken home in a society equally as broken. Your family never had much money when you were growing up, but you learned to appreciate the little you had along with the people you had around you that cared and loved you. Meeting and falling in love with someone like Ruben equaled an introduction to a brand new world, a world you sometimes didn't feel like you belong to.

"You still want to marry me though, right?" Ruben asked you this, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

You smiled. "There's no doubt in my mind."

He sighed in relief, his hands grabbing your face to tilt your head backwards. Even the chair tipped as he brought you back to kiss your lips. The kiss didn't last long however. The door flung open with Ruben's sister in shock of what she was seeing.

"Out, out, out!" She shouted, chasing her own brother away from his bride to be.

"For the love of God, can't you two just wait for the honeymoon? I...I mean you, have a wedding to go through with."

You chuckled as their bickering disappeared out of the room and down the stairs. You took one last look at your reflection in the mirror, nodding your head. "I'm ready for this, I'm ready to be his bride."

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svltzmans · 8 months

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message in a bottle - h.m.

a/n: hello hello!! i'm currently working on all the requests in my inbox and this one is so cute!! i love writing cute little fluffy romantic stories <3 i hope y'all like them!!

warnings: none :)

hope's yearly trip to new orleans to visit her family was always something she looked forward to. as much as she loved living in mystic falls and being surrounded by close friends, she always yearned for the part of her that was missing.

however, there had been some major changes in her life since the last time she visited new orleans.

she had fallen deeply for someone that it would be difficult to leave, even for a little while.

y/n was absolutely thrilled that her girlfriend got to visit her family. she knows how close they are and how little they got to see each other in person.

however, she knows it won't be easy to go without seeing hope for a full week. to say the couple is attached at the hip would be an understatement.

y/n's first day without hope was full of distraction. she did every activity she could, desperately trying to avoid feeling hope's absence.

hope's drive to new orleans was uneventful, except for her attempts to zone out and pretend y/n was in the passenger seat.

when hope finally arrives and greets her family, she immediately feels empty without y/n's presence. she brushes it off, trying to reconnect with her parents and aunts.

while in the middle of a conversation with klaus, a text pops up on hope's phone.

hey, love. i miss you. how is it in new orleans?

hope smiles as soon as she realizes the text is from y/n.

"what's the smile for, darling?" klaus questions, seeing that hope is profusely blushing as she types a response.

"just a funny text from a friend," she responds, trying to control her excitement about hearing from y/n.

hope hadn't told her family that her and y/n were dating. it wasn't that she didn't want to, but she just didn't feel ready. she didn't want her visit to only be focused on her love life, especially because her dating a girl might be a surprise.

klaus dismisses the subject, but hope can tell he's suspicious. she silently curses her tendency to blush.

so far so good. miss you more. can i call you later? wanna hear your voice.

hope finally sends her response to y/n, unable to hold back another smile.

rebekah had prepared an extravagant meal for hope's arrival, and hope thought it was entirely overkill.

nonetheless, she was grateful, and she sat at the table surrounded by klaus, hayley, freya, rebekah, marcel, kol, and elijah.

the group effortlessly falls into conversation as if they had never been apart, sharing laughs and stories.

hope debates telling them about y/n, but stops herself, wanting to properly introduce them to her when the time comes.

when hope finishes her plate, she's quick to excuse herself to her room. she insists that she's tired from the travel, although her overly happy demeanor suggests otherwise.

as soon as she closes the door behind her, she dials y/n's number.

"hey, darling," y/n's voice sounds velvety through the receiver, and hope can't help but to kick her feet a bit in her bed.

"hi, beautiful. how was your day?"

"it was okay. it would have been so much better with you. how's your family?"

"loud, but good so far," hope laughs, hearing y/n's giggle from the other end of the line.

"i can't believe it hasn't even been a whole day yet. i miss you like crazy."

"you're just obsessed with me, aren't you?" hope teases, giggling at y/n's affection.

"guilty as charged."

as the group continues to talk in the kitchen down the hall, they can't help but to tune into hope's conversation.

they blame their enhanced sense of hearing, but their interests are all piqued by the romantic nature of hope and y/n's conversation.

"that sounds a bit more than friendly," freya breaks the silence, smirking knowingly.

"you would know, wouldn't you?" rebekah teases, and the table erupts in laughter.

"should we say something?" marcel questions, almost feeling guilty for continuing to listen.

"she'll tell us on her own time, right?" hayley adds, trying to relieve marcel's guilt.

like clockwork, hope walks down the hall, having just ended her call with y/n.

"guys, can i tell you something?"

the group all nods in unison, already sure they know what hope is going to say.

"i have a girlfriend."

"it seems you've forgotten we all have vampire hearing, love," klaus responds, earning a dirty look from hayley. "what! it's true!"

hope turns a deep shade of red, realizing that her entire family had heard her flirt with her girlfriend over the phone.

after a few seconds of silence, the entire mikaelson family burts into laughter, as if they were all aware of the awkwardness of the situation.

"love you, hope," elijah smiles, giving hope an encouraging pat on her back.

"love you too."

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #wlw #legacies #legacies x reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader #the originals x reader

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See No Dumbass, Hear No Dumbass (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You guys thought it would be a good idea to take Bob's sister, Aly, to The Hard Deck for some much needed downtime, but you guys learn very quickly on she has neither the time nor the patience for dumbasses

Tagging: @sallyandjack Hailee my love, I apologize that this is so overdue but I hope you'll enjoy it either way. Have a very, very happy New Year my friend

The Hard Deck was starting to get crowded with everyone starting to come in for the New Year's Day celebrations. New Year's Eve had been no less of an eventful night with you and Bob practically making out once the clock had struck midnight.

"Good God I need a drink," his sister Aly signed from the backseat of the truck.

"You want a Dirty Pirate when we get there?" Bob asked her.

"Literally anything at this point," Aly replied with a laugh.

You laughed as you watched them banter back and forth. Thank God both you and Bob had taken up ASL when you did. Aly had been one of the best teachers you could have asked for and it had especially served you well seeing as you had a hard-of-hearing first grader enter your class in the lower grades at the local Steiner school you taught at.

"Thank God it's not as crazy as last night," you sighed, pulling Bob's truck into the parking lot space close to the building. "I thought I was gonna scream trying to get outta here."

"Almost everybody at this point has a hangover sweetheart," Bob chuckled as he helped you and his sister out.

Into the bar you went with all its familiar sights, sounds and smells of drinks being made, food being served and raucous chatter and laughter filling the whole place. To you and Bob, The Hard Deck felt like your Hogwarts or your Camp Half Blood with your best memories having been made right here with all your friends and family.

"Oh look who it is!" Penny greeted excitedly. "Two siblings in khaki and one of the best teachers ever!"

You had to laugh as you, Bob and his sister seated yourselves at the bar. "What'll it be guys?" Penny asked.

"Devil's Purse if you don't mind," Bob answered politely.

"Do you still have that grapefruit and vodka mix from last night?" you asked.

"Absolutely," Penny answered. "And for the other pilot?"

"Dirty Pirate if you can," Aly signed.

"You got it honey," Penny answered.

As soon as Penny had gotten your drinks, she slid the laminated menus your way before the rest of the squad made their way in. All around it was huge hugs and excited remarks as the rest of the Daggers took their seats close by you both.

"Oh my Lord if it ain't Baby On Board's sister!" Jake signed to Aly.

"Hey you're getting better at this, dumbass," she replied with a laugh.

"Stop," Jake insisted.

Everybody joked back and forth about the goings on in their lives, their hopes and aspirations for the new year and of course about upcoming vacation plans.

"Hey, hey honey?" somebody asked. "Can you move? You're in my spot."

Aly gave her a confused look, crunching her eyebrows together.

"The hell's the matter with you?" the girl asked again.

"Well, if it didn't occur to you, Regina George," Jake answered, his words dripping with sarcasm. "She's deaf."

"I wasn't talking to you asshole," the girl informed him, nastily.

"Can I help you bitch?" Aly asked her.

"I'm sorry what?"

"She said, 'can I help you bitch?'" Jake laughed.

"Excuse me?!"

"You fuckin heard me!" Aly shot right back.

The whole bar went a little quiet as Aly and the aptly named "Regina George" in front of her, went at it with Jake translating the insults on Aly's behalf.

"Oh shit," Penny hissed.

"I hope we don't have to break up a fight," you said, wincing.

"Three.......two.......one......." Bob counted down.

One last insult from the dumb bitch down in front had been the last straw for Aly, the two of them lunging at each other and falling straight to the floor near the bar. People jumped back when they went at it, the fight so intense that you and Bob thought you could hear a pair of cats meowing angrily.

"Get her!"

"Get her Aly!"

"Beat the shit outta her Aly!"

There was a collective "OOOOH!" throughout the bar when a shoe went flying halfway around the room. And it was only then that Penny had signaled for Jake, Bob and Rooster to break it up. Aly willingly took her place back at the bar and fixed her hair, but the bitch that had insulted her, ran out with the two lackeys she had come in with, looking like an utter mess.

"Sorry about the fight Penny," Aly apologized.

"Nah honey, it's all good," Penny responded. "Not the worst I've ever seen."

You, Bob and the others all went back to your dinner and drinks, both proud and scared shitless of your sister-in-law.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad

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Who Got the Kids in the Divorce? Theme Songs

YouTube Playlist (all links below are to YT) Spotify Playlist (organized by character)

Monkey Fam

The Ballad of Smokin' Joe Rudeboy by Tom Cardy - While the story does not exactly line up with what happens in WGTKITD (obviously), it is hilariously very close, with Wukong being Smokin' Joe, his wife being Macaque, and his long lost daughter being Savage, of course. Some say many years ago, Before Joseph Rudeboy was Smokin' Joe, He had a wife, her name was Bo, Bo was with child in a happy home [...] Joseph Rudeboy was too slow, For a child that he'd never know, Joseph Rudeboy you're too slow, Burning inside Joseph died, But from the ash the man who rose was---Smokin' Joe [...] One day an outlaw came to town, "Come out here Smokin' Joe, You're just as well already dead," He wore a velvet cloak but Joe saw red [...] And as Joe fell, He beheld the outlaw's face, A young girl who'd seen it all, And grew up in a terrible place, Whose mother once told Joseph, To run and bring back help, A girl who thought her father, Had run out to save himself.

Here Before by Vashti Bunyan - This song is Wukong's view towards Rumble (Once I had a child, He was wilder than moonlight, He could do it all, Like he'd been here before), then Savage (Once I had a child, She was smiling like sunshine, She could see it all, Like she'd been here before), and, finally, MK (Then I had a child, Took his while like northern summer, And he knows it all, Like he's been here before), and how he lost the Eclipse Siblings and fears loosing MK too.

The Truth from 36 Questions - This is literally just a song about how many different views of truth there is to the tale of the Monkey Family---how each one of them views it differently, and how they chose to hide or distort the truth. Generally, I interpret the two singers as Rumble and Savage, speaking about each other and about their parents, and perhaps both of them are speaking to MK. And what’s true for you, Doesn’t have to be true forever, And sometimes the truth isn’t always, For the better, It’s something that we aspire to Or maybe, that’s something we say, Until it gets in the way [...] But the truth is, The truth doesn’t exist in, Black and white, And sometimes two sides, Can both be right [...] The truth is that you will never really know, The truth is that you will only think you know.

Too Far by ChaoticCanineCulture - This song can represent each member of the Monkey Family, as they all have moments where they "went too far, leaving scars." Generally, Wukong and Rumble are the more openly "guilty" parties and therefore fit the song more, but Macaque (especially Macaque) and Savage both hold a lot of guilt too. Looking inside my mind I see the truth, I was always the one who tormented you, This was my choice, my evil doing, 'Cause I died inside when you stop moving [...] There's no excuse for what I did to you.

Crazy Human Psycho Crush (mashup) by doodleoodle - The chaotic intertwining of multiple different stories/viewpoints fits the Monkey Fam perfectly. Oh, and I know, and I know, and I know that I've been acting so strange, But you should know that you're the one who made me this way, I'm a psycho just like you said I'd be [...] I feel like all of this has aged me, Right on the edge of twenty-two, You look like you've just seen a monster, Is that what I look like to you? [...] 'Cause I'm so sick of the drama and I hate to shout, But you drag it out of me [...] You can't love someone and just let go, And yeah, I know that I'm a little bit intense, right, But can you blame me when you keep me on the fence, like, (Three words, two hearts, one maybe Say something before I go crazy now)

Runs in the Family by Amanda Palmer - It runs in the family, what can I say? Mostly the speakers of the song would be Rumble and Savage equally. Mary, have mercy, Now look what I've done, But don't blame me because I can't help where I come from, And running is something that we've always done well and mostly I can't even tell what I'm running from, Run from their pity, from responsibility, Run from the country and run from the city, I can run from the law, I can run from myself, I can run for my life, I can run into debt, I can run from it all, I can run 'till I'm gone, I can run for the office, and run for the cause, I can run using every last ounce of energy, I cannot, I cannot, I cannot run from my family, They're hiding inside me, corpses on ice, Come in if you'd like but just don't tell my family, They'd never forgive me, they say that I'm crazy, But they would say anything if it would, Shut me up.

Shadowpeach

Peach by The Front Bottoms - Self-explanatory. You are my peach, you are my plum, You are my earth, you are my sun [...] Once I sink my teeth, your skin's not so tough, I'll leave a tiny cut, there'll be a lot of blood, But once you wipe it up, You will feel better about our entire situation.

No Children by The Mountain Goats - Self-explanatory. I am drowning, There is no sign of land, You are coming down with me, Hand in unlovable hand, And I hope you die, I hope we both die.

First Burn from Hamilton - Macaque's PoV. The implied cheating can be replaced instead with Wukong listening to Azure over Macaque's warnings about the battle. Heaven forbid someone whisper, "He's part of some scheme," Your enemy whispers, So you have to scream, I know about whispers [...] If you thought you were mine (mine, mine), Don't.

Red Like Roses Part II by Jeff Williams - Macaque (red): I wasn't dreaming when they told me you were gone, I was wide awake and feeling that they had to be wrong, How could you leave me when you swore that you would stay? Now I'm stuck inside a nightmare every single effing day [...] I know you didn't plan this, You tried to do what's right, But in the middle of this madness, I'm the one (I'm the one) you left to win this fight.

Wukong (white): I know you're broken down by anger and by sadness, You feel I left you in a world that's full of madness, Wish I could talk to you, if only for a minute, Make you understand the reasons why I did it, I wanna tell you that you're all that ever mattered, Want you to know that for eternity I'm shattered, I tried so hard just to protect you but I failed to, And in a prison of abandonment I've jailed you, I never planned that I would leave you there alone, I was sure that I would see you when I made it back home. [...] I didn't have a choice, I did what I had to do, I made a sacrifice but forced a bigger sacrifice on you.

This is Love by Air Traffic Conditioner - Both Wukong and Macaque could be perceived as singing this at different moments. There is an implication that their fates are forever horrible interconnected as they always come back to one another despite it all. You're no good, you're no good, You could kill me and you should, I'm an idiot for thinking, This was anything but blood, On the wall, on the couch, On the corner of my mouth, You must like being the victim, You've done nothing to get out, Of this pattern of pain, Washed away by the rain, You'll forgive me if I promise, And do nothing but the same, This is life until death, Could be my last dying breath, But this is love, love, shut up, this is love [...] It's pathetic, I know, A jealous fool who won't let go, If I was sorry for my actions, Would I ever stoop so low?

Goodbye Old Friend by The Devil Makes Three - Fairly self-explanatory. Wukong and Macaque can both be the singer, reminiscing on their complex relationship of love and hatred. I need you and I want you 'cause I know you from before, I hate you and I fear you but I hold open the door, I see you and you see me and we know what must be done, So we draw knives and lock eyes 'cause it does no good to run. [...] I've missed you, you know that's true and I've retraced every scar, [...] I chased you to embrace you like the sun chases the moon, I burn you and you burn me but I know I'll see you soon [...] I've held you and you've loved me but our lives cannot be spared, I trust you and despised you, shadowed your every move, Scorned you and warned you, befriended everyone you've used.

Old Friends by Ylvis - The calm reveal of someone being twisted ("I'm aiming at the kids") reflects nicely on Wukong and Macaque's relationship post-fire where Wukong was shocked to see what had happened to Macaque and how Macaque was simultaneously so calmly cunning yet unstoppably demented. Their respective "wives" in the song is the other one, simply their past selves before the battle/the fire. And he threw a rock, So I threw a rock, We both put some gravel in a sock, And he threw the sock, I said we should stop, He smiled at me then threw a rock in a sock. [<-these lines are about how they both keep fighting] [...] Oh [Macaque], oh [Macaque], don't you worry bout me now, I'm doing just fine on my own, There are other things to life than your soft skin against mine, And [Tripitaka] is helping me move on, I'm moving on.

Genghis Khan by Miike Snow - A song about how possessive, jealous and selfish Shadowpeach are of to one another. I know there's no form, And no labels to put on, To this thing we keep [...] 'Cause I don't really want you, girl, But you can't be free, 'Cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene [...] I wanna make up my mind, But I don't know myself, No I don't know myself [...] I get a little bit Genghis Khan, I don't want you to get it on, With nobody else but me.

Kiss With a Fist by Lungs - Self-explanatory. Shadowpeach's relationship is all about hurting the other. It's romantic! You hit me once, I hit you back, You gave a kick, I gave a slap, You smashed a plate over my head, Then I set fire to our bed, oh [...] I broke your jaw once before, I spilled your blood upon the floor, You broke my leg in return, So sit back and watch the bed burn, Love sticks, sweat drips, Break the lock if it don't fit [...] A kick in the teeth is good for some, A kiss with a fist is better than none.

Kiss Me You Animal by Burn the Ballroom - Self-explanatory. Another song about how Shadowpeach just can't keep their hands off each other, and how they love to see the other hurt. You say you wanna tear right through me, I welcome you to try (Kiss me, kiss me), I wanna see your teeth girl lemme see you grind, yeah, Woah [...] Kiss me you animal, I need to take you in real slow, Cause dying on your lips is how I wanna go, Connect with the sound you're making, Connect with my body whoa, Kiss me you animal and don't ever let me go.

Therapy from tick, tick... BOOM! - Literally listen to it. It is the pinnacle of Macaque and Wukong talking about their miscommunications and struggling to get along yet attempting to. Wukong: I feel bad, that you feel bad, About me feeling bad, about you feeling bad, About what I said, about what you said, About me not being able to share a feeling [...] I was afraid that you'd be afraid, If I told you that I was afraid of intimacy, If you don't have a problem with my problem, Maybe the problem's simply co-dependency [...] I thought, You Thought, I reacted shallowly, When I reacted to you. [...] If I were you and I'd done what I'd done, I'd do what you did when I gave you the ring, Having said what I said.

Macaque: If I thought that what you thought, Was that I hadn't thought about sharing my thoughts, Then my reaction to your reaction, to my reaction, Would have been more revealing [...] Yes, I know, that now you know, That I didn't know, that you didn't know, That when I said, "No," I meant, "Yes, I know," And that now I know that you knew, that I knew you adored me

Both: I'm not mad that you got mad when I got mad, When you said I should go drop dead!

Eclipse Twins

Evelyn Evelyn from Evelyn Evelyn - Self-explanatory, although not technically correct as Savage and Rumble did not grow up "closer than most." In fact, they are closer post-everything than they were as kids. Still, the point stands that they are two siblings who have a lot of differing opinions, perspectives, and arguments. One side struggles with keeping everything perfectly together while the other desperately wants to be free. Rumble (female): I’m only trying to do what is best for us [...] Looking in your eyes, I’m coming home [...] Now I realize, I’m not alone [...] But you never cared for me [...] ‘Cause you’d never dare to be [...] ‘Cause you never listen, you’re always insisting, I’m just reminiscing, I feel something missing, I just want you here with me, God can’t we just get along?

Savage (male): Well, I never asked for this, I never wanted this, All that I want is some time to myself [...] Just get away from me, please just stop touching me, You’re always trying to be somebody else [...] Well, you’re only scared of me [...] Why don’t you let me free? [...] ‘Cause you never listen, you’re always insisting, just stop reminiscing, I feel something missing, I just want my privacy, God won’t you leave me alone!

Wake Up by ChaoticCanineCulture - The song starts with Savage singing about how "they" (Macaque, Rumble) are haunting the halls and "killing her," and how she can't take the demand of killing her own father. My brother i'm begging you please understand, When I cry, I really can't take the demand, Oh they're killing me. Rumble continues the song as he finds himself just as lost and haunted as his sister, but with a flavor of self-torment. These dreams are made of things, I can't deny, I cannot flee, They're constantly tormenting me, can't close my eyes tonight. Then, the song ends with them begging to be saved. Wake up wake up, they're here, Please won't someone just save me?

Wukong's

Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives - Relatively self-explanatory. Wukong reflects on how his love only ever brought pain to others so he shouldn't get too close to them. It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest, With this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful [...] There are times when I still wonder about you, You are someone I have loved, but never known, And you'll never see the reasons I had, For keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you, I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel, I am all the things they might have said to you, Do you ever think of me and my two hands? And wonder why they never soothed your fevers? [...] And wonder why they never held you gently? And wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?

My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone - Fairly self-explanatory. Much like the singer, Wukong reflects on how much he has been given in his life that he might not have necessarily deserved (such as forgiveness), and how out of touch he feels with reality sometimes. Do you feel me? Take a look inside my brain, The people always different but it always feels the same [...] The haters wanna hurt me and I'm laughin' at the pain [...] They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head, I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said, They tell me I'm so humble, I say, "I'm turning red," They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled, They give so much to me, I'm losing touch, get me? [...] The people blend together but I would be lost without their love, Can you heal me? Have I gained too much? When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch, Is there a real me? Pop the champagne, It hurts me just to think and I don't do pain.

I'm Your Man by Mitski - Completely inspired by this animatic, which will give you all the context to the lyrics you need. I'm sorry I'm the one you love, No one will ever love me like you again, So when you leave me, I should die, I deserve it, don't I? [...] People always gave me love, Others were never to blame after all, You believe me like a god, I'll betray you like a man.

Against the Kitchen Floor by Will Wood - Wukong apologizes for not being able to be as affectionate and trusting as he used to be, but promises he wants to do better for his family and friends, and Macaque. It just don't come natural to me to think that you'd want me for me, I swear, I'm really trying, Oh, I'm sorry, I promise, I'm doing my best, I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet, I still don't know who you are, I only know that I'm still lonely, That morbid sort where even company can't cure me, And the more you reassure, the less I trust [...] I've lived more lives than enough, I haven't died quite as much, But I'm not a real person, just the shit you can't make up [...] I'm catatonic in your arms, Crying, "How did I cause so much harm?" I'm down pounding my head against the kitchen floor, Apologizing for my life and ever entering yours [...] I'm still in the process, but I'm making progress, I promise, I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible, I swear, I'm so fucking sorry, I'm not a good person, I'm barely a person at all, But someday I'll be perfect, and I'll make up for it all.

You Were Perfect & I'm Sorry by Mickey Darling - Very much a reflection of the title itself---Wukong believes Macaque deserved everything and is sorry he ruined everything, but with a self-deprecating egotistical twist to it. You were perfect and I'm so sorry, I'm such a dick, But you still love me, I still regret letting you leave me, Don't you forget you used to need me [...] How can I love someone that can't stand, The thought of loving me back? Why do I think I need that? [...] I remember what you said, You were wishing I was dead, Now, you're wishing me the best, 'Cause my song's stuck in your head.

Feed My Ego by Mickey Darling - Wukong mourning the relationship he lost, but make it self-deprecating egotistical again. I hurt u, For selfish reasons, U are all, I ever needed, needed, needed [...] U would be so good without me, happily, Nobody could ever be as, sad as me, All i need is compliments please, constantly, I make people think i’m happy, comedy.

HEAVEN SAYS. (remix) by GamePlayah - Wukong atones for his sins on the journey, slowly converting and accepting the pain from the fillet as his punishment. Now spell sinner: F-R-I-E-N-D-S Wrong! The correct spelling is Y-O-U, Just let go, Your past is sinful, Stop standing up, You can’t escape. [...] Answer for your crimes, Beg for mercy.

It's Been So Long by The Living Tombstone - Self-explanatory. Wukong mourns the death of his kids, and seeks revenge on their killer (Erlang Shen), though Tripitaka reminds him killing isn't justified. Justification is killing me, But killing isn't justified, What happened to my son? I'm terrified, It lingers in my mind, And the thought keeps on getting bigger, I'm sorry my sweet baby, I wish I'd been there.

the last beautiful thing I saw is the thing that blinded me by Paris Paloma - Despite the misleading title, this song is Wukong's perspective on Macaque's second death at his hands, albeit in a theatric, poetic, solemn way that is more Macaque's style. The moment of Macaque's death and imprisonment was difficult, and Wukong cut himself off from feeling anything ("blinding" himself). The dove represents Macaque and how he "became a demon," but the fact that "somebody else" killed her reveals the story is made-up and Wukong feels a disconnection from reality. I came across an injured dove, I wanted to put her out of her misery, There came no signal from above, No sign, no guide, I thought "whatever could this mean?" And with my hand I picked her up, And in that moment, oh it shifted magically [...] Because I wanted all of it to stop, And I didn't know how to tell you, I didn't know how [...] And I looked up, into the sun, It separated all the colors, And the ice, into my eyes, It fell and left me blind.

Used to be Young by Miley Cyrus - Wukong reflects on his younger years, both the good and the bad, and how people still believe he should be how he used to be. I know I used to be crazy, Messed up, but, God, was it fun, I know I used to be wild, That's 'cause I used to be young, Those wasted nights are not wasted, I remember every one, I know I used to be crazy, That's 'cause I used to be young, You tell me time has done changed me, That's fine, I've had a good run I know I used to be crazy, That's 'cause I used to be young.

Macaque's

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives - Self-explanatory. Macaque always felt like Wukong's shadow, and wished he could have been seen as more than what he was, and that he hadn't followed Wukong so blindly. The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun, Bore the shadows that you made, With no light of my own, I shine only with the light you gave me [...] (I could've been anyone, anyone).

iGhost by MNQN - Macaque talks both fondly and angrily about how all he ever was was Wukong's "Van Gogh" (the painting, and the artist), and how he fears getting hurt again by getting too close. You fooled me once, You fooled me twice, again, I had a hunch, That it was all pretend [...] I'm hypnotised, You're telling lies again, You were my life, And now you're not my friend [...] I'll play it safe, I cannot be broken, I've been erased and now I'm gone again [...] The senses deceive us from time to time, And it is prudent never to trust wholly those, Who have deceived us even once, But yet, I still come back.

taking a stand by updog - Macaque lamenting to Wukong how he was neglected, ignored, and pushed aside, and how he won't stand for it anymore. And no amount of words could ever fix the damage done, No matter how much you ignore it wont come undone, Hard to blame you when you acted out of cowardice [...] Picturing your end, I will not pretend that, It might feel so sweet, You left me no option. 'Cause this scar it never healed, All the hurt will be revealed.

The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird from The Hunger Games - Macaque tells the tale of how he and Wukong grew up, then grew apart, and questions what Wukong would do when he was gone. Well, all right, I'm bad, but then, you're no prize either, All right, I'm bad, but then, that's nothing new, You say you won't love me, I won't love you neither, Just let me remind you what I am to you [...] It's sooner than later that I'm six feet under, It's sooner than later that you'll be alone, So who will you turn to tomorrow, I wonder, For when the bell rings, lover, you're on your own.

taixu (ネジ巻き師と太虚鳥) by Iasah - This one is more symbolic, fitting Macaque's love of theatre. The white crow and black crow represent Macaque's selves, but also his fates (Which of the crows told you the truth? [...] The crows were both myself, Or was it you?). The song reflects on how he used to perceive that he and Wukong were destined to do great things together, but then it became that only Wukong was destined and Macaque, "was not chosen." The list of deaths is both literal and metaphorical, representing, in order: The first end came so suddenly, You couldn't say goodbye to me (his death in the fire; literal), The tenth end came with agony, I thought that we were meant to be (Wukong killing him; literal), The hundredth end was simply just, An apathetic day for me (the resurrections of the Eclipse Sibs; literal), The thousandth end was ecstasy, The people begged for me to bleed (the failure of killing Wukong; metaphorical), The millionth end was vanity, I thought I saw you smile at me (Possessed!Wukong fighting Macaque; metaphorical). By the end of the song, Macaque has realized his life is up to him to choice (I killed the crow that tried deceiving, "No, the world is up to me!").

Pomegranate Lips by Derivakat - Macaque would make this his self-assigned theme song because it's cool and mysterious, which he thinks he is, and also all about how someone screwed him over but he's better than them. Been through nine circles of hell, even dragged some people down, I can cut right through a soul with a snap, don't need a spell, So what gave you the right? I'm the queen of death and life, Whether you like it or not [...] So bite your tongue and watch your back, Show some respect or you'll get a taste of these, Pomegranate lips.

Tool by Derivakat - Macaque spitefully believes that Wukong only ever sought to use him like a tool. So I'll cut you off once, you say try, try again, I'm ghosting you twice, you still claim I'm your friend, You set me on fire three times, now I'm done, 'Cause you lit the fuse, and you loaded the gun [...] I'm done with your lies, and I'm done with your games, So cry all about it and I'll take the blame.

Eden by Derivakat - Opposite to the anger in Tool, this "version" of Macaque is much calmer, though sadder, about how he believes Wukong never cared about him, though he believes it wasn't necessarily Wukong's intention. We were living in a garden made for two, But two is one too many and he doesn't understand, When he crushes all the flowers that I grew, I want him off this land [...] 'Cause he's nothing but a liar, Caught up in his own desire, He started this fire, so let him fall in flames, You know he's the one to blame [...] Kick him out of paradise, Finally he'll realize, Too late to apologize to Eden, To Eden, to Eden.

Mrs. Bluebeard by They Might Be Giants - Macaque laments bitterly on how he never should have trusted Wukong, and how the world is cruel. I want to say I learned something valuable today, Alas, my murdered remains are incapable of learning anything, Trusted you, I should have never trusted you, In fact I never did, What's the use [...] Most people wouldn't hang the corpses up for review, Dearest, I can only hope most people are nothing like you [...] Is this how you thank somebody, For their selfless loyalty? Is this what you do? Pardon me for failing to grasp how this works, Excuse my breathtaking ignorance.

The Haunting by Set It Off - Macaque talks about how he suffered and how he will torment Wukong for the rest of his existence. So you dragged me by my feet, To a ghost town, where you buried me, No wonder no one heard my screams [...] Run away, boy, if you couldn't tell, Baby's got a thirst for blood [...] Catch a lover, turn an enemy, Just to watch them burn alive [...] No one will love you like I did, Will treat you like I did, So go on, wear that scarlet letter, No one will love you like I did, Will touch you like I did, So good luck finding something better.

Problematic by BoyWithUke - Macaque sings about how Wukong broke his heart and his trust. Why did you love me so? Watch me as I let you go? Told you that I'm better off alone without you in my home, I let you in my heart, let you back into my arms, Fool for thinking we could make it faking every single part, I thought that maybe you could be the final fucking remedy, The one to pull me out if I were ever stuck inside a dream, I'm looking back at times we had, the things we did and things we can't, How could you stab me in the back? I thought you were better than that.

You're Going Down by Sick Puppies - A good ol' battle song between Shadowpeach. The singer is Macaque rather than Wukong here as the singer laments that the fight is no longer worth it, yet he can't let go and must keep fighting. Let's take a trip down memory lane (do you remember me?), The words circlin' in my brain (look what you did to me), You can treat this like another, all the same, But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain [...] This is hardly worth fighting for, But it's the little petty shit that I can't ignore, When my fist hits your face and your face hits the floor, It'll be a long time comin', Bet you got the message now, 'Cause I was never goin', Yeah, you're the one that's going down!

Hermit the Frog by Marina and the Diamonds - While its also a Savage song, the romantic undertones push it towards Macaque. This song reflects Macaque's conflicted mental state post-family-break-up, where he's started to recover himself a little bit, but still feels this hatred inside of himself. Yeah, I feel it coming on When I've been static for too long, And an explosion comes in time, Before I go and cross the line [...] Well, I went to the doctors believing, The devil had control over me and, I was finding it hard to breathe in, Finding it hard to fight the feeling [...] You can take your double standard love and keep it, I can't help the devil likes to make my heart a double bed.

Villain by Bella Poarch - Macaque sings about how he'll be the villain, but make it flirty. I'll be the villain tonight, I kinda like when you despise me after we fight, (Feels so much better when I'm), Pushin' all your buttons 'til you're crawlin' on the floor, You say you hate my guts, but you're still coming back for more [...] What's you and I without a little pain? Tastes bittersweet each time you say my name, If love was poison, we would drink it anyways, Feels so good playing these wicked little games.

SAY THAT YOU MISS ME by Mickey Darling - Macaque both taunts Wukong for what he did (Hey necrophiliac what are you doing? I said why are you trying to fuck me, If I am dead to you?) and demands an answer from Wukong, not willing to honestly admit that he misses what they had, instead hiding behind anger. I said "you broke my heart," You said "boo hoo," I said "I'm going to leave," You said "please do," I said "I hated you," You said "me too" [...] It's harder than you think finding someone for me, That could ever compete with somebody like you, I cant help that I hate every fucking girl I date, Cause it always feels the same, like im cheating on you, Hate that I have to say, babe, I made a mistake, Thinking anybody could have ever been you, They'll never be you.

Hell and You by Amigo the Devil - A song portraying Macaque's obsession with Wukong, be it in love or as enemies, or something twistedly in-between. Cause I'd rot in hell with you, If you'd just ask me to, I love the shitty things we do together, Live with me in this sin forever, Hell and you, I know you want it too [...] I'd crawl in bed with you, Even on someone else's blood on top of someone else's love, In the worst motel we find, Cause home is the last place that I'd stand to be with anyone but you.

Cannibal by Naethan Apollo - Another song about how Macaque is obsessed with Wukong, even when he hurts him, as he struggles to choose between leaving him alone entirely or continuing to seek his attention. Think I got the message, Thought our love was destined, But it's more like a death wish, A guarantee for misery [...] Tell me when I overreact, No, tell me again, please, I love being told what to do, But only when I'm told by you, At least, that's what I used to think, But nowadays, I'm on the brink.

The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley - Another song about Macaque being obsessed with Wukong, but this time it's set when he truly was obsessed with him---post-fire, post-imprisonment, post-resurrections. This Macaque can't see clearly at all, and is obsessed with making Wukong bleed if it's the only way to feel close to him. They say such a shame, I turned out this way, A maniac, Well, yeah, I get manic when I cause a panic, And of course, I'm excited when I see you around [...] You leave me high and dry, A rush comes to my mind at the drops, Of blood you leave behind, Run as you might, my love will never, ever, Stop.

TERRIBLE THINGS by Axie - This song follows the degraded mental state of "zombie" Macaque, post-Eclipse Sibs' resurrection, and how he knows he is doing terrible things, but that he cannot bring himself to feel anything remorseful, until time goes on, and things start changing inside him. This song also lists his deaths: 30 years with torture you can’t comprehend (the fire), 40 years, they’re seeking for means to an end (killed and imprisoned by Wukong), 50 years attached onto puppeteer strings (the Eclipse Sibs' resurrection, and his subsequent debt to LDB). The song begins to hint towards Macaque regretting and wanting to be free near the end. I just want to die, yeah, So please just let me die!, I’m undefeatable, I'm thriving, ‘Cause I know a thing or two when it comes to being killed, It’s oh so very painful, And I don’t want it to happen again, and again, and again!

Savage's

Catabolic Seed by The Scary Jokes - Savage feels lost and hopeless after everything that's happened to her, and she desperately wants to feel like she's in control. That dissipated so fast, seems the good times never last, And I always fall flat on my back, like an upside-down cat, But is bad luck really such a crime? [...] I want to destroy everything that's mine [...] (I'm safe, I'm whole, I've got it under control), My structure's compromised, (I'm safe, I'm whole, I've got it under control), But you still batter at all my fault lines, (And I will protect you even if you won't protect me too), I can't run, I can't hide, but you can't say I didn't try.

Second Child, Restless Child by The Oh Hellos - She was born the second child, though truly she wasn't the restless child---that was Rumble. But the song does reflect how she wanted to run away from it all. And they saw trouble in my eyes, They were quick to recognize the devil in me [...] And Heaven knows how hard I tried, But the devil whispered lies I believed [...] You've got to go on, further than you've ever gone, You've got to run far from all you've ever known.

Shared Eyes by Blixemi - Savage laments about how misunderstood she is and how mistreated she was by her family, and how much she simultaneously wants to hurt them and wants their attention. I figured this would be, A great time to misunderstand me [...] I used to beg and plead, But you sit there ever silently, 'Cause you can't hear it, Won't stand to hear it [...] I'm not who you think I am, If you think of me at all [...] You've let hate blossom, Now you cannot recognize [...] I wish your silence came from hate, Then at least I'd know why I'm to blame [...] So fine, I'll find the rage, To scorch out on my own, And in my wreckage, may you burn upon your throne [...] It seems to me, That I have always been the problem, Though I'd wish to solve it [...] I'm not who I think I am, When you think you've seen it all, In this frozen state of apathy, I've blossomed with every flaw, To hate I've fallen, And I now can't recognize, Your eyes that you despise [...] This feels wrong, It's not playing out right, How am I colder now, Upon a bridge I chose to ignite? [...] You close your eyes but open mine, I hate the way you make me hate myself for sharing eyes, You're not who you think you are, And I wish I never knew, I don't want to see the irony, That you hate me for being you.

Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz - Savage copes with lighting fires, and she likes being dramatic. This song would be her jam. Let a girl be edgy and cringey. Insane, inside, The danger gets me high, Can't help myself, Got secrets I can't tell, I love the smell of gasoline, I light the match to taste the heat, I've always liked to play with fire.

Dead Mom from Beetlejuice - Savage sings to her Alive Dad, Wukong. Alternative lyrics can be found in the comment section on WGTKITD... somewhere. And no one sees me, Nothing seems to fit, Mamma is this it? Are you receiving? I want something to believe in or I'm done.

Already Dead by KittenSneeze - Savage talks about how she felt almost "possessed" by Macaque and Rumble as they forced her to fight and attempt to kill her own father, and how, now, she can't tell what she does or doesn't want anymore. I woke up in a daze, My mind in a haze, The smell of devastation lingers, What did he make me do? Or did I want to? I can't get the blood off my fingers [...] You don't need to believe me but just understand, That you can't get too close, Not with what I have planned [...] Do any of you know what it's like to walk through the fire? Know how to fight the crushing desire? Go with a knife to do what's required? I'm already dead since you got in my head!

Daddy's Little Monster by TryHardNinja - As the title suggests, Savage pleads for others to understand that she doesn't want to be cruel, she's just "daddy's little monster," referring to Macaque (for the most part). She wants to start anew, but feels like she's kept in a prison, especially as she looks at herself and remembers what she looks like now... Please don't be afraid, we're a little bent, Broken souls looking for a way to start again [...] You need us, we need you, it'll be alright, Yeah, it's alright, We don't want to stay under lock and key, You can help break the curse, we all wanna leave [...] If we could only shed our shells, Wear a mask and escape these cells, On the surface, we could start new.

Miss Wanna Die by JubyPhonic - Savage isn't exactly about being resurrected, and she isn't happy with her life... She would resonate with this song a lot. It both fits her character, and is a song she would listen to. Ah wanna die, wanna die, But don't really wanna die, You were there, you would care, Making me aware, Every scar, all the blood, More and more, they’re never done, Not enough, not enough, Ah wanna die, wanna die, But don't really wanna die, If I died, you would cry, And I don't know why [...] I wanna live, wanna live, Deep inside I've always been, Reaching out for a hand, so don’t let this be the end.

The Devil Within by Digital Daggers - Let's be real, this is how Savage sees herself, or wants to see herself. Cool, mysterious, dangerous... But really she's just angry. And dangerous. But, the song's vibes still stand---she wants to hurt others and protect herself. I made myself at home, In the cobwebs and the lies, I'm learning all your tricks, I can hurt you from inside, I made myself a promise, You would never see me cry, 'Til I make you [...] I'm gonna make you suffer, This hell you put me in, I'm underneath your skin, The devil within [...] Look what you made of me, Now I'm the heavy burden that you can't bear.

Rumble's

Sin Triangle by Sidney Gish - Rumble desperately wants to be like everybody else, but struggles with his own inner demons as he tries to fit in and be cool as a young demon, and then struggles with rebuilding his family as he feels guilty for destroying it in order to get what he'd wanted. Two-faced bitches never lie, And therefore I never lie, Diagram this sin triangle for me tonight, because, I don't know what to say, A sickness by another name, Wouldn't be sweet either but, With luck, it would at least look much more tame [...] Bill Woodruff here has something on his mind, He wants something, In fact [...] You want certain things from other people and your environment, The way you go about getting those things, Reveals your personality [...] Did you ever want, so much, To make a good impression on someone? What did you do? How accepted was your personality? Did you ever feel alone, out of place, When you wanted very much to be part of the group?

¿Viva la Gloria? (Little Girl) by Green Day - On the inside, Rumble is cracking under the knowledge of everything he did to harm (manipulate, deception, double-crossing) his family. He feels like a stray without a home. Little girl, little girl, Why are you crying? Inside your restless soul, Your heart is dying [...] There is no place like home, When you got no place to go [...] Little one, little one, The sky is falling, Your lifeboat of deception, Is now sailing [...] Your bloodshot eyes, Will show your heart of treason, Little girl, little girl, You dirty liar, You're just a junkie, Preaching to the choir [...] The traces of blood, Always follow you home, Like the mascara tears, From your getaway, You're walking with blisters, And running with shears, So unholy.

Icicles by The Scary Jokes - Rumble convinces himself of his self-entitlement; that he is better than everyone else. He is jealous of what everyone else has, both in past and present. He hates having to always be the one to "play nice." But, at the same time, his flaws (The one where you are crying, And I don't do anything at all, directly referring to his treatment of Savage) are catching up, and he can't stay on the pedestal he put himself on forever. Get in your zone, don't even look at them at all, Their shallow observations will only stall the transformation, You've become art, how could they even start to see, Beyond your presentation when they've got no imagination? [...] I can only be forgiven if I'm giving myself up to you, On a silver serving tray, Must I bare myself to the stabbing of your knife and gnashing teeth, While our lovely company appears so entertained? [...] My world has turned so cold, but I won't cry, 'Cause icicles don't soften when they die, So why should I?

Soup Song by Nep - Rumble has very mixed feelings towards his family, and he struggles under the weight of being the "good one" when no one else will try. I hate you and I loved you for a very long time, I do not share any more, I'd ask you how'd you do if I was feeling kind, I do not dare anymore, My mom got a new job, and my dad's doing just fine, I do not mind anymore [...] If I had a tendency to yell, Your ears would be numb, If I had it in me to tell you off, You would be done, I'm not used to feeling so down and so dumb, Guess I thought that I was lovable, Kinda thought that I was lovable [...] I put my head down, and you stepped on my neck, I cannot take any more.

Smokey Eyes by Lincoln - Rumble desperately wants to bring his family back together, and struggles through his emotions with how difficult it is. The song also has implications towards his struggles with addictions and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Some people want to be your friend, Some people just want to be free, And the worst thing about me, Is that I’m somewhere in between, I might miss you, But I’m still trying to get clean [...] Quiet lies that you’re telling to, Those black and screaming skies [...] This is not what all my idols told me college would be like, I hope someday you learn to take your own advice [...] So help me make amends with all my friends, Most other people are just dead ends, There’s nothing worse than making friends.

How Did You Love by Shinedown - Rumble would totally sing this family to his family, specifically his parents, questioning, "how did you love?" and what they left behind. You can try to fight it, just like every other careless mistake, How do you justify? I'm mystified by the ways of your heart, With a million lies, the truth will rise to tear you apart [...] Nothing ever feels the quite same when you are what you dreamed, And you will never look at anything the same when you see what I see, How we forget ourselves, lose our way from the cradle to the grave [...] No one gets out alive, every day is do or die, The one thing you leave behind, Is how did you love, how did you love?

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Bullets and Ballgowns Chapter 2

Series Summary: In the summer of 1813, the arrival of a new family in Brighton causes much excitement for the townsfolk. Anna Foster is shocked to realize she has already met the elder of the two sons, Dean. As she gets to know the family better, she must fight her feelings for him. Though she finds herself drawn to him, it is impossible that they could ever be together.

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A/N: Sorry about the long wait for this! I had a fire in my house a month ago. As you can imagine, life got crazy and in the free time I've had I just wasn't motivated to write. I'm finally getting this chapter out there though! I really can't say how long it will be before chapter 3 comes out, but just know that I fully intend on continuing this. Thanks for the patience and I hope you enjoy!

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Two days passed before Anna saw the Winchesters again. Her family and Charlotte’s sat together in the park. Their parents sat together in the shade provided from the tent they had set up. Charlotte and Anna preferred the corner of the blanket, out of the shade where they could feel the warmth of the sun. Between them and their parents a picnic basket full of grapes, biscuits, bread, butter, and jam was laid out, as well as tea.

They were not the only families taking advantage of the beautiful weather. Tents were set up all around them and small groups promenaded together down the cobbled path around the small pond. The two girls had just decided to join them, thinking a bit of exercise would do them good, when the Winchester family arrived.

“We must go now,” Anna informed her friend. “If we have not left before my mother or Mrs. Winchester are aware of each other’s presence here, we shall not be allowed to leave at all.”

“You do not wish to speak to them?” Charlotte asked, but she was already complying with Anna’s request to hurry.

“I would be happy to speak to them, but I daresay there will be plenty of time for that today and I truly do wish to walk for a while.”

They reached the path and linked their arms together, settling into a leisurely pace.

“You never did tell me the story of your first meeting with Mr. Winchester,” Charlotte prompted. Anna looked away from her friend as she deliberated where to begin. “Oh, come now,” Charlotte insisted, mistaking her silence for refusal. “I’m sure it is not so dreadful as you believe it to be.”

“I assure you it is,” Anna disagreed. “Nevertheless, I did promise to tell you. So here it is.”

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The sun was setting in the sky when Anna stepped out of the theater. If she wanted to be back to her aunt’s house before dark, she needed to hurry. It had been her aunt’s only demand when she gave her permission to attend a performance by Maria Dickons, something she would not have allowed at all had she known Anna’s claims of meeting a new acquaintance there were false. Anna felt bad for lying to her aunt, but not bad enough to persuade her not to do it. She dearly loved music and could not pass up the opportunity to see an incredible performer like Mrs. Dickons for herself. Her aunt’s house was a mere six blocks away, but she was feeling slightly unsteady on her feet due to a slight overindulgence in wine.

As she walked down the steps, she saw the man who had made her uncomfortable with his close watch on her all evening exiting the building behind her.

“Excuse me, miss,” he said.

She ignored him. With so many people around it was easy enough to pretend not to hear him or to assume he was speaking to someone else. Undeterred by this, he hurried to move in front of her.

“Miss,” he tried again now that he knew he had her attention.

“I’m sorry, but I really must be going. I am to meet a friend, and he will not be happy if I’m late,” she lied. She scanned the faces of the people passing by, wondering if any noticed her distress. They didn’t seem to.

“Yes, of course, but-”

“Oh, there you are!” Anna cried out happily. She spotted a young, friendly looking gentleman standing by himself and hurried over, praying that he would play along. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long. I was held up by this gentleman here,” she said, indicating the man who had followed close behind. The stranger seemed to catch her meaning and immediately jumped to her rescue.

“Not long at all,” he assured her, moving to face her in a way that placed himself between her and the other man. “I hope the performance was as delightful as you anticipated.”

The man who had followed her out seemed to take this as a sign that he was unwelcome and left with a huff. Anna let out a relieved breath.

“Thank you for that. I do not know who he was, but he was scaring me a little.”

“No thanks necessary,” the gentleman assured her. Looking closer now that she was safe, she realized how incredibly handsome he was. “That sort of behavior is inexcusable. A lady should never have to fear for her safety.”

“I should like to thank you just the same. I do not know what I would have done if you were not here.”

“Surely there must be someone with you who would have helped.”

“I’m afraid not,” she admitted. “I am visiting my aunt you see, and I simply could not miss the chance to hear Mrs. Dickons. I told her I was meeting a new acquaintance, but I do not know anyone here in London.” She knew she ought not to be telling him these things, but the alcohol loosened her tongue and she found she felt quite easy around the man who had been her means of rescue.

“Then you must allow me to escort you home. I would not want to help you avoid the unwanted attention of one man only for you to fall prey to another later tonight.”

“I wouldn’t wish to trouble you.”

“Ensuring a lady’s safety is no trouble at all.”

“Alright. I suppose I would appreciate the company.”

The walk home was quite pleasant. Anna and her escort spoke of nothing of consequence, but she was delighted to learn that he was happy to discuss this evening’s performance with her. She quite enjoyed hearing his opinions, even the ones she did not agree with. Before she knew it, they were a few doors down from her aunt’s house.

“We are nearly there. I should bid you goodbye here, lest my aunt see us out the window and think something scandalous has happened. I thank you for the company.”

“I thank you for your company as well. It is not often I have such a lively conversation with a beautiful young lady.”

Anna knew she should take her leave of him then, but a strange impulse struck her that she found she could not ignore. With alcohol fueling her bravery, she kissed him swiftly on the mouth before turning and darting towards the house.

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“Well… I must admit I am shocked,” Charlotte said when Anna had finished telling the story. Anna felt a curl of fear in her gut that her friend might think less of her. She knew it was no less than she deserved. “But I still believe it is not so bad a situation.”

Anna turned her head to Charlotte, wondering if perhaps she heard wrong.

“After all, you did say he did not seem to recognize you at your parents’ ball the other night, did you not?”

“I did,” Anna agreed warily. “But, Charlotte-”

“Then I see no reason you need fear for your reputation. You know how gentlemen are, even the kind ones like Mr. Winchester. It was no doubt far from his first kiss and therefore, I’m sorry to say it, not particularly memorable to him. You can go on as if you had never set eyes on him before two nights ago. All will be well, I’m sure of it.”

Anna considered her friend’s words for several long moments. “But what of you?” She finally found the courage to ask. “You must have lowered your opinion of me now. I cannot blame you for it.” She could not bear the thought, but knew she must learn to. Actions had consequences after all, and this would be one of them. Or the only one, it seemed. She should consider herself lucky for that.

“Indeed, I have not.” The fierceness of Charlotte’s words surprised Anna. “It was only a mistake. And you will find, my dear Anna, that there is not a person alive who has not made mistakes. It is true that not all of them have quite such a potential for scandal as this, but that does not make you a bad person or mean that I should wish never to associate with you again.”

Was this it, then? Was she truly to suffer no consequences for her most improper actions? A relieved smile gently turned up the corners of Anna’s mouth.

“You are far too kind to me,” she told her friend. “You have no idea how grateful I am for it.”

“Or perhaps you are just too hard on yourself,” Charlotte disagreed. “Believe me, I understand why you are so distressed. I’m sure I would be too if I were in your place. And if it were public knowledge, of course you would have reason to worry. But I am the only one who knows and surely you could not think so little of me as to believe I would condemn you for being brave enough to confide in me.”

“Of course not,” Anna hurried to assure her. “You are too good and kind a friend to ever behave in such a way. I suppose it is less that I expected you to think that way and more that I believe you should.”

“Perhaps society would say that I should. But I find that I cannot. From what you say, it was so short a kiss that it can barely even be counted. And it was while you were under the influence of alcohol, no less.”

“I fear the fact that I was out on my own and not entirely sober does not paint me in a much better light. But I thank you for your understanding.”

They walked in companionable silence for a couple of minutes before Charlotte spoke up.

“There is one thing I would ask you.”

“What is that?”

“What are your feelings towards Mr. Winchester?” Anna’s immediate response was to brush this question off, considering it inconsequential. Anticipating this, Charlotte hurried to continue. “I know what you’re going to say. That your feelings are of no matter when you are already promised to someone. But I wish to understand the situation better. And besides, who can you talk to of any feelings you may have if not to your closest friend? I would imagine it a relief to be able to speak your true feelings aloud, whatever they may be.”

“Well,” Anna began after a few moments of deliberation. “I believe he is the handsomest man I have ever seen. He is kind and gentlemanly. He is very easy to talk to. And he has an appreciation and understanding of music that I have rarely seen.” Charlotte smiled, knowing how appealing this was to Anna. Anna sighed. “I believe if circumstances were different, I would like him very much,” she admitted.

“I believe what you mean to say is that you wish circumstances were different because you like him very much.”

Anna could not deny this, so she kept quiet. They were just completing their first full circle of the pond and about to start a second when they were approached by Sam and Dean Winchester. Bows and curtsies were exchanged before Sam spoke.

“Good afternoon. Would it be alright if we joined you?”

“Of course,” Charlotte agreed, unlinking her arm from Anna’s. “I daresay it would be most fortunate if you would. That way we can continue to enjoy our walk and have no need to return to our tent in order to enjoy your company.” She held her freed arm out to Sam, who was quick to offer his own to her. They began to walk together. Anna took the arm Dean offered to her and they followed a few steps behind Sam and Charlotte, who were already conversing.

“I hope you and your family are settling in well,” Anna said.

“We are, thank you.”

“Do you plan to spend much of the day here?”

“I believe we will likely stay as long as everyone else does,” Dean answered. “My mother was quite pleased to see so many of the town’s families here today. She is eager to reacquaint herself with old friends.”

“Yes, I imagine she is,” Anna smiled. As they walked, they passed a group of gentlemen standing together in the grass, talking animatedly.

“I must confess, I am surprised that you and your brother wanted to walk with us,” she said. “I would think you would rather join the other young gentlemen in their discussions and games.”

“I’m sure we will,” he replied. “But is it not also usual for a gentleman to walk with a young lady?”

“I suppose so,” she agreed. She didn’t bother pointing out that they usually only did so with young ladies they were courting, or ones they wished to court.

“Speaking of gentlemen, I do not believe I see Mr. Sanders here today,” he noted mildly.

“Oh,” Anna said, surprised at his choice of conversation. “I do not believe he is here. If he is, I have not seen him.”

“Will he be joining you later then?”

“Perhaps. We do not have any plans of the sort, but I imagine if he should arrive, we will spend at least some time together. Did you wish to speak to him?” Anna could think of no other reason for this line of questioning.

“No. I am merely trying to understand the two of you better.”

“What do you mean?”

Dean sighed. “You did not mention that you were engaged when we danced,” he said pointedly.

“Well, no, I suppose I didn’t. You’ll find I made no mention of it to your brother either. I don’t make a habit of mentioning such things to every man I dance with. I see no reason to unless I know the gentleman in question has a desire to court me.”

He seemed displeased by this response. “Perhaps you are right,” he frowned. “And yet, it does not make sense.”

It was Anna’s turn to frown. “What doesn’t make sense?” She rather thought her explanation was perfectly acceptable. And he had agreed. So what was bothering him?

“I have spent the past couple of days wondering how a man could neglect to ask the woman he is engaged to for a dance until the very end of the night,” he explained. “Or in the case of your Mr. Sanders, it appears he did not just neglect to, but forgot to entirely. I understand that ladies are not always entirely happy about the man they are to marry. It would make sense to me if you had avoided his attention whenever possible if that were the case. But a gentleman has a say in who he marries. Surely if the two of you are engaged, it is because he wishes it. So why was he so neglectful of you at the ball? Why is he not here now, taking advantage of the beautiful weather to proudly walk with you on his arm?”

“Perhaps you are not as wrong in your assessment as you think,” Anna said simply. “Mr. Sanders had no more to do with the engagement between us than I did. It was an arrangement between our fathers. One that he agreed to of course, but then so did I. That is why you do not detect any particular regard from him.”

“I suppose that does make some sense,” Dean agreed grudgingly. “But, still. Regardless of his feelings towards you, he agreed to the marriage and therefore he should treat you as any man would treat the woman he is engaged to. If he did not intend to do so, perhaps he should not have agreed.”

“I thank you for your concern, but I assure you it is unnecessary,” Anna told him. She couldn’t understand why he should care so much. They barely knew each other. And there was certainly no one else so worried about William’s treatment of her. “Firstly, this agreement between us is unofficial. Mr. Sanders still has one more year at university. It will be announced as a formal engagement once he has finished. Secondly, it is still somewhat new. He is still adjusting to the expectations that go along with it, but I do believe he is trying his best.”

Dean seemed to consider her words carefully before responding. “If that be the case, then I suppose you are right. All we can ask of someone is that they do their best. And you believe you will be happy with him?”

She chuckled. “My happiness has very little to do with it, as you well know.” He did not answer, only continued to look at her expectantly. She sighed. “I believe I am quite lucky. Mr. Sanders is kind. As for fortune and connections, we are quite well matched. And as silly a thing as it may be, I cannot help but be glad I shall not be married to an old man. I believe I will be content with him.”

“Then I shall say no more on the subject.”

“Perhaps instead you might tell me if you’ve had time to make any friends yet,” Anna suggested. “I did notice you seemed friendly with Mr. Young. Am I correct in assuming you know each other from school?”

“You are,” Dean answered. “I would not consider us close friends, but he is a decent fellow, and I admit it was a pleasant surprise to see a familiar face.”

“Yes, I imagine it was. What of other friends? There is no shortage of decent young gentlemen in this town. I don’t believe it should be difficult for you to find one or two whose company you enjoy.”

“Perhaps not, but it does not matter if I make any friends.”

“Because you are not going to be living here?” Anna guessed.

“Exactly.”

“I disagree,” Anna said.

A small smile turned up one corner of Dean’s mouth. “Do you? May I ask why?”

Anna wasn’t sure if she should be frustrated at his obvious amusement or just glad to be getting along with him. She decided on being glad. After all, she had to admit that she was proud to be the source of his happiness. “You may not be living here,” she explained, “but your family is. I imagine you will want to visit them on occasion.”

“Of course,” he agreed.

“And as glad as they will be to see you, they will still have things they need to do. They will not be able to spend all of their time with you. Would it not then be wise to have a friend or two you may visit when your family is busy?”

“I suppose you are right,” he agreed easily. He was quiet for a moment as he scanned the faces around him, pretending to consider his options. “As you said, I already know Mr. Young, so there is one friend. Perhaps you would be my second friend?”

Anna tried to hide her smile. She could feel it pulling at her mouth, fighting to break free. “I think that is a possibility,” she said nonchalantly. She noticed his smile and could no longer contain her own. “Both of our mothers would be quite disappointed if we were not friends after all,” she continued, not wanting to become swept away in the moment. “And besides that, I find you are very easy to talk to. Yes, I think we could be friends.”

“Good. I think so too.”

“Winchester!” Someone called out. All four members of their little group stopped walking and turned to acknowledge the newcomer, George Young. “Sorry to interrupt. Could I borrow your companion Miss Foster? I was just trying to convince a couple of gentlemen of the merits of living in the city over the country, and I would appreciate having a Londoner to back me up. Your brother is welcome too, of course,” he added to Dean almost as an afterthought. “The more people arguing my case the better, I daresay.”

“As long as the ladies are ok with it, I believe we should be happy to join the discussion,” Dean answered, conveniently forgetting to mention that he favored the country himself, Anna noted. Sam nodded in agreement and all three gentlemen waited for a response from her and Charlotte.

“We were managing alright without you before. I think we shall be just fine on our own once again,” Charlotte told them. Anna chuckled.

“Until next time then,” Dean said.

The two ladies continued their walk in companionable silence, but it lasted for only a short time before Charlotte spoke up. “I apologize, my dear Anna. Perhaps it is not my place, but I feel I must say something.” Anna turned a puzzled gaze on her. “I did not mean to listen to your conversation, but walking as close as we were, it was hard not to overhear some of it. Surely you must have heard some of my conversation with the younger Mr. Winchester as well.”

She had, as a matter of fact, and had thought nothing of it. After all, they had been walking close as Charlotte said. Nothing could be expected to be entirely private at that distance. “Whatever are you talking about Charlotte?” Anna asked. It wasn’t like Charlotte to babble nervously.

“Well…” Charlotte hesitated, twisting her hands together. “It’s just that I heard you and Mr. Winchester agreeing that you could be friends,” she finally managed to say.

“Yes,” Anna agreed, drawing out the word a beat longer than necessary. “Should we not have? It is normal to make friends with people who move to the neighborhood you know.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Charlotte agreed brusquely, “but is it wise for you to be friends with this particular neighbor? Feeling the way you do about him when you are engaged?”

“Oh,” Anna said. A furrow formed between her brows as she considered her friend’s words. “I see what you are saying. But I do not believe it will be an issue.”

“You don’t?”

“No,” she said confidently. “Just because I feel a certain way does not mean my feelings are reciprocated. And he knows I am engaged. He would not be foolish enough to spend time with a promised lady if he felt anything more than friendship for her. I can hardly avoid him without giving him – and anyone else who might notice and question it – a reason. But what reason could I possibly give? Besides, he is only here for a short time. He will be gone by the end of summer. We probably won’t even see each other that much. No, I’m quite certain your concerns are misplaced. I thank you all the same though. You do not know how much it means to me to know I have you looking out for me.”

“You have always been there for me. It is only fair that I do the same for you.”

They walked together for a while longer before returning to their tent. Mr. and Mrs. Winchester were there, and Anna was promptly invited to come along with her mother for tea at their house in two days’ time. She couldn’t ignore a voice in the back of her head that sounded suspiciously like Charlotte mocking her earlier assertion that she would not be around Dean very often.

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maybe moving on is better? -- mason mount x reader.

helloo! first fic, thinking about making this into a three-part series!!

quick summary: after cutting of ties with mason you find yourself in a tough spot. until a certain night where you see yourself you didn't imagine being.

Sometimes it's hard to let go. Let go of yourself, be free, and be on your own. It's significantly harder to move onto reality, where you look for any trace of him. His scent, brown eyes, brown hair locks, and the iconic blue jersey.

You had wished it was easier to let go, but it was difficult. How could you let go of such precious and cherished memories? How could you forget the late-night talks that brought you happiness? Let go of the deep and profound love you had for him.

Anywhere you go, there he is, billboards, coffee shops, even small posters with his face and name plastered on street lamps. You wanted and wished so bad to let go of him. But what exactly is holding you back?

Is it the fact that you two grew up inseparable in your teenage years, or him being the only one there when no one else was? To say the least, you weren't ready. You weren't ready to give up on him, hope buried deep inside you, hoping he’d come back.

Sometimes even walking around your flat, you vision him laughing, scolding you for not wearing socks in the winter, helping you cook dinner, cuddling on your creme sofa. Am I crazy for still holding onto him? Maybe. But who cares?

Vivid images of the way you and he left things replay and cause nightmares. Those images were not letting you sleep or even do anything right. His words filled with venom and pure hate, never seeing this side of him confused the hell out of you. The redness in his eyes as he walked away from the broken promises, the happy ever after we created.

“So what y/n? I'm doing what I want. How is it selfish for me to leave you?”

“You're not a kid anymore grow the fuck up.”

“You're gonna cry, really? How pathetic, just look at you.”

“Are you seriously going to hold me back? I'm leaving, please don't contact me, as I wish nothing to do with you…”

Even his family were confused as to why you wouldn't show up to certain events, it was complicated. You didn't want to throw him under the bus like that, you found any excuse that in the end, always worked.

After many months you still weren't the same, everyone around you saw that. You felt weak, empty, sad, numb, lost, afraid, you were slightly slimmer, a new haircut below your bra-line shaped into layers.

Slowly but surely, you were going to grow into a new person. After a drunk night with your two best friends, confessing everything, the stolen kisses, unexpected gifts, comforting him after a match, and the photo album still hanging in your office, it was time to move on.

And so you did, applied to jobs, stepped out of your comfort zone, made new friends, grew a passion for painting, got rid of his items that were still laid out in your flat, and even traveled a bit, helping others while at it.

Sure, there were times when you wanted to see how he was, what he was up to, but it wasn't worth it after finding out he was dating a girl. Remembering the pure disgust and punch to the stomach when you saw the headline and picture of his broad arm wrapped around her waist kissing her deeply.

In the end, that could've been you, but it wasn't, that was the hard part. You constantly blamed yourself for how things ended, wishing he was still present in your life. Should have you begged him harder, gave him the space when asked?

After your crazy week at work, your family was invited over to his family’s house. It had been a while since a homecooked meal which made you decide to go. You put on a comfortable warm outfit as the November weather wasn't going to get any warmer.

Quickly tying your laces, and grabbing your bag, you head out for the short 30-minute drive. Pulling into their driveway brought old memories from when you two snuck out, played tag in the front yard, making snowmen and snow angels during the holidays.

And once again, his face appeared in your mind. How the bridge of his nose would get red in the winter, his freckles showing under the glowy sun, his smile when he would score goals in the mini goalie, all that made you miss him even more.

To say the least, everyone was shocked to see you there, his mother cried hugging you tightly, “Goodness y/n it has been a while since I’ve seen you, sweetie! Where the hell have you been?” she pulls back smiling, wiping her tears away.

“I recently got a new job that has cost me to stay out longer. I'm living in central London with a german shepherd, finishing my last year before finally graduating. It's so nice to see you again, everyone” you say with a shaky voice.

After greeting others you help out in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables, prepping the table, and singing along. Jaz's daughter begs to play dollies with her, so now you're seated in a corner criss-cross watching her dress them all up.

She asks you for opinions and makes you hold them, this one is quite the chatterbox. Your stomach drops as you hear his father comment about him, “Mason should be here soon, he's bringing the wine I asked for.”

This would be the first time in months you’ll see him, after everything. Were you mentally and physically prepared for that… no. Anything could go wrong so fast, your overthink gets its best of you, would he be mad you're here? Would he talk to you? Does his family know were not friends?

“Sorry y/n but do you mind taking her upstairs for her nap? I would go but my mother wants me to help her finish off,” Jaz goes up to you wiping her hands with a cloth. You agree, carrying Summer upstairs while she cuddles into your arms. After rocking her gently she's out.

Loud commotion and cheering make you understand he’s here. You avoid any eye contact making you way over to Jaz but notice he’s staring deep into your soul. You practically feel his eyes burn into your figure.

His voice, that stupid voice, the voice that helped you relax, helped you sleep, talked to you when you felt lonely, but that exact same voice who told you to go away. Building up the courage and confidence you look up, immediately making eye contact with him.

“Look y/n is here! She finally came out of the dug-up hole she had been living in,” his mom motioned at you. You nod your head slightly and nod. A flash of hurt runs into his eyes, yet a confused face plastered on.

No one seemed to notice, going back to what they were doing. You sighed trying to hold back tears and the upcoming headache. “So what really happened between you two, I'm not blind y/n. You avoided coming here for a while,” Jaz's question catches you off guard.

“We had our differences, said hurtful things to each other, and decided it was best to stop being friends. He wanted to focus on his career more, and I as well. Its… it's just confusing and hurtful…” you bite the inside of your cheek.

She sighed deeply, giving you a hug, you wanted to be honest and tell her you didn't need pity, but deep down you felt safe in her arms. You pulled back with a smile, “But it's okay now. It seems like he’s doing okay, doing big things at Chelsea and the England team as he always wished, I imagine.”

“But what about you? How are you doing?” the fact she's willing to hear you out almost makes you burst into tears, “Honestly, not well… I'm under a lot of pressure right now, and just stress. I can promise you, it's nothing, just work,” at that moment your phone rings, a call from you boss.

After excusing yourself you go outside, the cold air hitting your skin making you shiver, goosebumps appearing. “Yes hello? I apologize I'm not home right now James, of course, I’ll send them as soon-, yes I understand the consequences, have a good night, bye!”

You lean against the railing, sighing and taking deep breaths, trying to pull yourself together before going back outside, “who was that? Your boyfriend?” his voice startles coming off a bit jealous, maybe even mad? You scoff at his words, preparing to yell at him before being cut off.

“Y/n? We need to talk.” Mason says. You quickly stand up wrapping your arms around yourself. He notices your cold body, reaching to take his hoodie off but you stop him, “No. It's fine, what did you need to tell me?” your voice coming out firm and serious.

You take your time roaming your eyes at him. Those months did do some small changes to him. His hair was a bit shorter, a full beard, maybe a bit more muscular?

A long pause of silence appears before he speaks up again, “Why… why are you here? I'm so confused, there are some things I wanted to-” he doesn't get the chance to even finish speaking as his father emerges at the doorway.

“Mason your girlfriend is here.”

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount one shot #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fanfic #mason mount blurb #chelsea #chelsea fc #money mase #mm19 #cfc

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 10 months

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Ek! I've been obsessed with epic lately and your Ronin fic! It's saddens me to see that the movie isn't as popular as I thought it'd be. But your fanfic made me so happy!!! You don't mind if I request a Finn (Ronin second in command) x reader right??? Idek why but I'm in love with him lol- luv Ur works btw

Mr.Loverman | Finn

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Reader: female

Warnings: language, arguing

Notes: being in love with Finn is valid, also this is extremely corny, and will probably make a part two who knows at this point with me, also sorry this took so long i've been working crazy hrs.

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The sun was rising; and Y/n was running, bag slung around her shoulder she ran as fast as her feet would carry her. She made it to the Black-Smithin Wood working shop.

"I'm here!" She shouted, her feet stopping but she didn't as she went sliding across the ground, almost tripping.

It was quiet as she fixed herself: "Only a minute to spare," the old man called, pocket watch in hand.

Y/n sighed in relief as she was quick to make her way to the back: tossing her bag on an empty chair before grabbing her apron.

"Come on, let's get to work now." He spoke Y/n, nodding, tying her apron around her as she made her way over.

Work was unusually busy that day, perhaps the worlds punishment for being on time by the skin of her teeth. It was: smelt that, smelt this. I need this repaired. Oh, this too, please. Could you carve into the handle for me? My sickle broke dear help me out? I want this made into a ring for my wife, can you do that? I broke my tables leg, help me please? She did it all, too, more jobs put more food on the table, and gave her extra coins to spend. Yet by lunch, she was worn out: groaning with her head in the wood carving table. A wooden doll sat in front of her: it waiting to be painted and decorated.

"Take a break kid." The old man spoke.

Y/n looked at the doll: "I'll finish this first."

Getting herself up she walked towards the shelves of paint.

"Excuse me!" A man's voice called.

"I'll be right with you sir!" Y/n called back.

"I've got it kid!" The old man called back, setting down his own work to go and take the order.

Y/n grabbed the small bowls of paint needed; she was quick to rush over to her workstation; balancing two much for comfort on her arms. With luck and no spills, she set the doll down on her workstation along with the paint. Going back for paint brushes.

"Please sir I'm begging you." The man spoke; "I just need a repair that's all."

The plead caught Y/n's ears, yet she stayed out of it; she knew some things just weren't possible, and it wasn't often but a necessity to turn some people down.

"Look I'm sorry son but there ain't much I can do for you."

"Nothing?"

Y/n frowned, but kept quiet, starting the painting of the doll, it was meant to be of yellow skin, with a white daisy flower hat turned upside down, with a little white daisy coat. She heard her boss hum; the last hope many had.

"Please Sir It's been my family for years, It was my mothers."

She set the paint brush down discarding her work, and stood up, making her way over.

"I'm really sorry but It's just-"

"Excuse me." Y/n cut in.

Her boss turned her way and so did the man; he dressed in Leaf man armor; a fresh cut across the face, battered and bruised. Other Leaf men lounged behind him; exhausted and urging the man to just get another one as they wanted to go home and rest.

"May I take a look at it?" Y/n asked.

"Kid, it ain't gonna happen." The old man tried to persuade.

"Well. Let me take a look." Y/n answered the old man backing up to return to work.

Y/n took the old mans spot at the counter, "Hi." Y/n greeted.

The man stood frozen; "hello?" y/n asked with a smile.

"Hello- sorry-" He spoke.

Y/n smile grew; "May I look at your situation?"

"Uh, of course, yes." He spoke.

Y/n was in shock as the sword was laid in front of her; in pieces. Both hilt and blade broken; cracked, spilt- a disaster. A plain disaster.

"By Mother nature..." Y/n mumbled, she looking up at the Leaf man; "I would recommend you a new one; but...it's...fixable...sure. If you don't mind me adding a bit of metal to it and... such... I can keep as much of it original as I can. It'll look brand new I promise, and take a spare for about a week?"

"Really!?" He asked excitedly.

Y/n nodded; "Yeah, if you don't mind the wait that is."

"I don't no as long as it can be fixed." He was quick to answer, Y/n chuckling at his enthusiasm.

"Then it seems like we have a deal." Y/n answered, ducking behind the desk to find a tag she filled out, "Can I get a name?"

"Finn." He told, Y/n nodding.

"Well, Finn." Y/n started; "I'm Y/n, and I'll be the one working on your smithing and woodwork here."

"how much?" Was his next question.

Y/n rocked her head back and forth in thought; it was a hefty job; a week worth of long nights and missed dinners; "uh..." She looked up at him, the cut on his face starting to bleed again.

"Let's say...clean that cut up and I'll call it even?" Y/n asked.

Finn reached for his face, the blood seeping through his gloves, he quick to apologize for it.

"I'll see you here in a week then Finn?" Y/n asked.

"Thank you." He responded, still holding his face; "Really, thank you."

"No problem." Y/n answered, "Now go clean your face; there's not a cute girl to come and save you from fainting of blood loss."

Finn chuckled as she watched her grab the pieces and make her way back to her work.

"Come on Finn!"

"I'm coming!"

Y/n set the pieces down on another table; rearranging them to fit how they should have and sighed, "You're stupid for taking that." Her boss told her.

"I know..." Y/n groaned, hands coming up to rub her face.

"Especially without payment."

"I know!" Y/n whined, groaning louder as she took a seat; "I felt so bad."

"Good thing you're not running the place."

She sighed as she let her chin rest in her hands as she looked at the weapon. When a slip of paper caught the corner of her eye.

"Aw shit..." she grumbled, "I forgot to give him his pick-up ticket."

"He's a leaf man. It can't be hard to find him." Her boss told her: "They have barracks you know."

Y/n sighed as she set the slip down and walked to go finish her other work, she sat herself back down to paint, the woman who ordered it for her child would be here soon enough. She worked diligently till it was finished and set it out to dry in the sun out back before returning to other work, and when the woman came up to pick up the doll, Y/n held it out with two hands for the woman to inspect.

"Woah! It looks just like big sissy!" The little boy cheered.

"It's for you, I know how much you miss her while she's gone on her adventures." His mother smiled.

"Really!?" He cheered, the mother nodding as Y/n leaned down to hand it to the boy.

"She's brand new," Y/n told.

He cheered as he took it with excitement and gave it a big hug, Y/n couldn't help but smile, "Thank you so much dear."

Y/n nodded; "it's no problem really- just don't tell him she's magic." Y/n started.

It pipped the little boys interest; "really!? She's Magic!?"

Y/n looked around to make sure no one heard her; "Don't tell anybody; but I heard every toy that comes out of here? It's magic, I heard it's in the wood. They help the gardens grow; the queens little helpers ya know?"

"really!?" He asked looking up at her.

"Oh yeah," Y/n answered, "See that old man back there?"

The boy looked over the counter; "With the beard?"

Y/n nodded; "He's the only one who knows how to get the wood, they say he's as old as the forest itself. he'll be here before us, and he'll be here after us. You can't tell anyone though alright?"

The boy nodded; "Now, go show your new little garden helper around." Y/n smiled.

With a final nod from the boy he looked up at his mom; "Thank you again Miss." She spoke handing Y/n the payment.

"No problem Ma'am." Y/n smiled, quick to put it in the bowl hidden behind the counter; "Come again."

"I always do."

Y/n chuckled watching the boy run off with his mom close in tail, he excitedly showing her the doll. Y/n turned around to get back to work; "Lets call it a day." The man spoke.

"It's early?"

"The sun will be setting soon."

Y/n shrugged; "I'll stay and finish what I need to."

"You mean finish tomorrows orders and start on the sword."

"...maybe."

He sighed; "you can't work all the time."

"I can sure try?" Y/n answered, causing him to shake his head in disbelief.

"I want this shop closed at dark and you at least on your way home." He ordered; "And bring that Leaf man his slip before you start on anything."

"Okay."

Y/n watched him leave; he complained about his back pain on the way out. She redirected her attention to across the room and at the sword. The best option was to get that ticket to the Leaf man and quick. Grabbing her bag and pulling off her apron she set it on it's hook, and slipped the ticket into her bag before leaving the shop, putting a "be back" sign up instead of the closed sign.

It took her asking around a bit from the usual patrolling soldiers, she unsure of which way she was actually meant to go. With her luck, one was able to give her the directions, and with a quick thank you Y/n made her way to the barracks with ease. Before she even entered the general area she was stopped.

"No civilians ma'am." The woman spoke.

"you idiot!" The second woman punched her shoulder; "Thats the blacksmith and wood worker's worker."

"Sorry-"

Y/n laughed; "no problem really, could you point me in the direction of Finn please?"

"He's with the Commanding Officer and the Queen." The first woman told, "Debriefing."

Y/n nodded; "is there somewhere I can wait?"

"There's a bench right outside the room, I'll take you." The second spoke, starting to walk away.

Y/n followed closely behind, she lead through the busy barracks and into the halls of the castle; past the armory, she tempted to take a quick peak despite passing the open doors. They turned down a second hall and down the long hall somewhere in the middle of it there was a large set of double doors, and benches on both sides of the door.

"You can wait here." She spoke.

"Thanks." Y/n told, taking a seat and watching the solider leave.

Her hands sat in her lap; she wondered how long it would take. Maybe a few minutes? Maybe just another hour? Maybe it would end now? Her anxiety grew with every moment; she taking to rubbing an open palm in her lap- she had work to do, she couldn't sit here forever. Yet she waited; a few minutes past by, then ten, then twenty. Closing into the thirty-minute mark the sun was starting to fall. Looking down the hall and back up it no one was coming. With a sigh she stood up, her legs hurting from not moving so much; and she paced the doors length for a few minutes. Should she leave? No she only waited thirty minutes; maybe at the hour mark she should consider leaving? After all Y/n was doing Finn a favor by fixing the sword in the first place- and with no payment. Maybe she should just come back with the sword when it's done? Another thirty minutes passed as she paced; her mind full of questions; how did it even get so messed up in the first place? Would she make the bar opening? She'd get killed for being late, after all she lived above the place. The sun was setting fast today too; she'd have to make it back to the shop to close it up. Taking a seat, she sighed; how stupid was she? Take a whole job without payment? For what? A cute solider boy? Hadn't she learned from last time?

The door opened; catching her off guard as she was quick to get back up to stand to attention. Hands folded in front of her as she stood quiet.

"Hello." The queen spoke.

Y/n bowed her head; "My Queen."

Tara smiled; "Please, it's late, and I wish to be anything but a Queen right now."

Y/n raised her head up; "Have you been waiting all this time?" Tara asked.

Y/n nodded; "Yes Queen Tara."

"I may be tired, but I'm never too tired to help any of my people, what can I do for you?" Tara asked.

"I'm looking for a solider named Finn; I was told he was in your debriefing." Y/n answered.

Tara moved to the side, Finn standing there; "Ms. Y/n, I wasn't expecting you."

Y/n smiled small; it forced and tired; she felt awkward now; with Tara and Ronin standing there, "I'm sorry to say I haven't started on your order." Y/n started, reaching in her bag to find the ticket.

"But you forgot this, and you'll need it to pick up the order,"

Y/n held out a ticket to him; "Oh...thank you, seems like you really look out for your customers."

"Our customers are more than customers to us; old friends, lovers, sisters and brother." Y/n responded looking back at the queen; "That is it, thank you for your time both of you."

"Ronin here will show you the way out," Tara suggested; "The castle is quite easy to get lost in, it is getting late; I can have one of the Leaf Men escort you."

"I can show her the way, if you wish Queen Tara." Finn stepped up; "I made her wait all this time; it is only fair."

The Queen looked at Y/n who nodded shortly; "I don't see why not."

With a nod of approval, Finn showed Y/n the way. Y/n only glanced behind her momentarily to Ronin, Tara spotted it, no doubt. She took a quick glance at Ronin, who sighed just the slightest, and it was barely noticeable to others. Turning back around to face forward, Y/n continued on. The walk back was quiet mostly. Y/n comfortable with it; Finn not so much.

It wasn't often he was starstruck with anxiety with someone. Especially a woman. It wasn't the first time he had seen her, as a leaf man, that is. Ronin had talked about a Smiths and Woodworks during a dinner, talking about how he wouldn't go anywhere else but there; the old man a wizard with metal and wood, and the woman that worked with him; the one he had been teaching at the time was a Witch with her own work. It was a popular place, somewhere people and patrolling guards passed by often. That's when he saw her, at the ends of her work, loading a cart with a wooden bassinet for a new family. They praised her and thanked her with hugs. it was a pretty thing; its naturally dark wood covered in carvings of leaves and flowers. It was quite an impressive sight. They pulled away to leave; leaving Y/n behind, she waves them off with a bright smile; it rivaled the sun with its warmth; and defeated the forest in its beauty. She was covered in dried paint; soot painted across her cheek from the working, and wood shavings decorated her from head to toe. She had caught him staring that day, she turning to look his way and bid him a good afternoon, her eyes were blue and she had a significantly large strand of ash white hair. She was an oddball out; too loud to blend in with the crowd, ask him a day ago and he'd of said love at first sight is iffy; everyone hopes for it, it's a rare occurrence, ask him that day and he would of told you it's true, and it thrives just off the smallest glace.

"Well here we are." Y/n spoke, the doors to leave the castle and the barracks still guarded by the two women, "I'll see you then-."

"Wait!" he shouted.

"I haven't moved yet," She teased..

"I." He started; "Thank you.."

Y/n nodded; "It's no problem really. You're a customer."

"I'm barely that you're not letting me pay you." Finn answered.

"Call it my good deed for the day." Y/n shot back with a smile.

"Please, let me repay you." Finn told, "Let me get you to anywhere you need to go."

"That's not necessary; you're quite busy here-"

"No! I- most are turning in for the night...I'm not on nightguard, not if Ronin can keep me off it." Finn chuckled; "Perks of being second in command I suppose?"

Finn's heart sank suddenly; watching her face completely drop; she looked...devastated at the mention of Second in Command to Ronin.

"I have to go." Y/n told she starting to walk away.

"Please Ms. Y/n." He spoke grabbing her hand; it was a soft grab; a tug at anyone's heart who was on either end of the hold; "I just want you to be safe wherever you are going to."

Y/n kept her gaze away from him; his thumb rubbing over her knuckles softly; "please." Finn pleaded once again, this third plead, "They say third times a charm?"

Y/n sighed; clearly trying to hold in the chuckle, and she glanced towards him, "okay." She answered him softly.

Finn smiled at her, and she smiled back; at the corner of his eye he realized he was still holding her hand and let go; "The shop. it's uh...that way...I prefer to walk if you don't mind."

"Of course."

They set off together; leaving just in time for Ronin to enter the room and have no idea which direction the couple had went in.

It was a quiet walk again; Finn a bit more careful of his surroundings this time, he in the moment rather than thinking about another.

"So how do you like being a Leaf Man?" Y/n spoke up; trying to make small conversation.

"It's a high reward high risk job." Finn answered as Y/n chuckled, he couldn't stop the smile coming to his face; "it's enjoyable, you make family....How do you like your work?"

"Oh, the Woodworks and Smiths?" Y/n asked.

"You're very good at it." Finn complimented.

"You haven't seen any of my work." Y/n answered looking over at him.

"I brought you in a disaster, you must be talented if you can fix it." Finn told, that caused a smile on her face.

"Thanks." Y/n told, "Truth be told...I enjoy it...and I don't..."

"What's so bad about it?" Finn questioned.

"I don't make to much coin...which usually I wouldn't mind! And kinda don't..." Y/n answered; "Everyone tells me I'm real talented..."

Finn frowned; "But?"

"I don't know...it gets lonely sometimes, I can't burn out even if I want to." Y/n spoke; "I work two jobs, live above a busy bar."

"Why not lighten the load? Quit one?" Finn asked.

"My father died in debt."

"Oh."

Y/n sighed; "yep."

It was silent for a moment as they walked; "Kinda of shitty dad." Finn spoke up.

Y/n chuckled again; "yeah...he was."

"You're nothing like him from what I can tell."

"You know." Y/n started, "You have a funny way of trying to make someone feel better."

"People...arent my strong suit." Finn answered: "but there not a weakness. Just..."

"Stuck in the middle." Y/n spoke.

Finn nodded: "I get that." Y/n told him.

"Nice to know someone else does."

There was a laugh shared between the two, they arriving at the shop which Y/n worked at, “this is the place”

Finn watched her as she opened the door, “Be back,” Finn read the sign aloud.

Y/n looked back; “You’re working into the night?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah.” Y/n answered; “I’ll be here for a little bit longer and then I’ll go to the night job.”

Finn kept himself in the doorway as Y/n grabbed her apron from the hook; “Thanks again, for walking with me-“

“I could talk to the Queen,” Finn spoke up abruptly; “Get you a smithing job in the castle, it’ll-“

“Oh, no, no.” Y/n stopped him; “but it’s a nice gesture really,”

“Why work two jobs-“

“Finn.” Y/n stopped him again: “Please, I’m content like this.”

“Alright.” Finn answered; he discontent with the answer she gave. But he knew it wasn’t his choice; “The offer stands.”

“Thank you.” Y/n thanked, “It’s a little annoying someone looking out for me in a nice way you know?”

A small smile came to Finn’s face as she smiled back, “I’ll…see you around then?” Finn asked.

Y/n nodded; “Yeah I’d love that. It was nice getting to know you, I enjoyed it.” Y/n turned around to get back too work; she assumed that meant fair well; truly believing the only time she’d see him around would be to pick up the sword and they go about there merry lives.

That was until Finn spoke up catching her off guard; “Maybe we could go to lunch?”

Her head whipped around; her body following in delayed reaction, “Me?”

“Certainly not the bowls of paint.”

Y/n chuckled; “I suppose your not…yeah, though; I’d love to go with you. maybe you can pick me up during my break the day after tomorrow? It;s at high noon,”

“That’d be great,” Finn answered; Y/n nodding as he bid his farewell; not paying attention; he too busy watching Y/n that he tripped over the door frame; he luckily catching himself and looking at Y/n who had covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

“Are you okay?” She asked her voice slightly muffled due to her hand.

“I’m good, yeah, perfect!” He answered as he waving a final time and actually leaving.

The smile stayed on her face till she closed the shop; and it lingered as she walked to the bar; and it stayed as the woman shouted at her; she was older and had a thick accent with red hair, “You are late!”

“Huh? Sorry-“

“I should have you fight a bear for being late again; you are lucky we are not open; go and change.” she argued.

Y/n nodded; making her way to the back to go and make it up the stairs; and as she opened the door the woman called too her; “You’re brother is up there as well!”

Yes, he was; a little too late of a notice as he was leaning against the window; looking down below. He turned back towards her; dressed in his usual armor attire; “Ronin…”

“Y/n.”

“Can I help you?” Y /n asked, though it was more of a snap.

“I wanted to make sure you got home-“

Y/n interrupted him with a spurt of a chuckle; “That’s rich, wanna take this job I have now too-“

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Sure, it wasn’t, I was just the better bow shooter; the better leader; the better war planner; the social skills, the sword skills, all better than you; chose by the past queen herself to be Commanding Officer; but dad deranked me to snail mucus, kicked me out of the Leaf Men and gave you the family sword.” Y/n spoke sarcasm lacing her words as she let the door close behind her, “So I think I can make it home by myself just fine.”

She walked into a different Room: “So why did you come!” She shouted.

“I already told you.” He answered.

Y/n came back out, her shirt changed to a clean on and she held a waitresses apron in hand; she sighing as she looked at him; “I’m fine,” Y/n told.

“Finn wasn’t rude was he-“

“Ronin,” Y/n stopped him; “I’m not talking to you about Finn.”

“He’s my second in command,” Ronin told; “What he does reflects on me,”

Y/n sighed; “You really wanna know?” Y/n asked.

“Yes-“

“I plan on have sex with him after our lunch day after tomorrow.” Y/n answered a hand on her hip, “Is that sufficient enough of answer commander? To be honest I think he made quiet the impression.”

Ronin was silent as she went around to find herself a pad and pencil. She turned back to look at him; he holding an angry glare; “Ronin I’m not sleeping with your second in command, take a damn joke once and a while.”

“You’re going to lunch with him-“

“Alright I’m gonna give you a choice.” Y/n argued; “You can either walk out my home, or I can chuck you threw my window, you’re choice.”

“Y/n-“

“Ronin.” She stopped him; “I will throw you out the window-“

“y/n-"

“Window!? Falling to death!?” Y/n argued, " I'm going to throw you out of it! Go!"

"Y/n!" Her boss called: "your running a very thin line!"

"Y/n just listen-"

"You know what, you can stay up here. I have work!" Y/n argued opening the door, "I'm coming!"

She slammed the door behind her, rushing down the steps. Y/n was quick to open the back door into the kitchen and out onto the floor.

"I'm here!" Y/n told her boss.

"I thought that brother of yours would be punishment enough for being late. Never again."

Y/n sighed: "I'm sorry Red."

Red sighed: "Men, you can live with 'em, you can't live without 'em. Especially when it's a brother. Trust me, I have four boys and two brothers of my own."

Y/n chuckled.

"Now get to work." Red told: "those solider boys always come in at the same time."

She was quick to get to work, and just as Red said Leaf Men came in. They were nice: usually able to get through a few mugs of mead before becoming a loud laughing bunch. Yet one or two mugs knocked them out, seriously: half of them asleep on the table.

"What's wrong with all you today?"

"I hate working." A woman complained.

"One of those days, Ma'am." A man answered.

"You guys want some pie?"

Heads shot up: "You made Pie!?" They asked.

Y/n laughed: "It is a day old."

"Who cares!?" A once sleeping solider told: "Your pies the best!"

"I'll be right back with one six pieces then?" Y/n asked.

"Add another. Our Sargent Major is coming." The man told.

"I'm on it."

She left to go take four more orders from other tables: bringing them back to the kitchen, she went to cut the pie up. Before grabbing other orders, she carried two large trays, one filled with food, the other filled with mugs of mead. Delivering was easy. At the end, she switched the pies over to the tray with the mugs of mead. She was going that way anyhow.

"I'm back with pie-"

"Aw right! You'll love this! Ma'am this is our Sargent Major! It's-"

"Second in command." Y/n spoke: moving the tray from her line of sight: "Nice to see you again, Sir."

Finn chuckled softly: "It's nice to see you again Ms. Y/n."

"Come early for our lunch date?" Y/n asked: "or am I overly excited."

There were whistles and punches of Finn's arm: "Ma'am's here a real lucky woman-"

"Oh please. Sargeant Major's the lucky one, just wait till you try her pie."

"Night Job?" Finn asked, and Y/n nodded.

"Night job." Y/n answered, slowly starting to hand pie out to the group of soldiers.

"Sorry you have to deal with these ones." Finn apologize.

"Oh what ever!" One argued.

"They make my shift go faster." Y/n told, "Anyhow...get you a mug of mead? Something filling besides pie?"

"Pie is-"

Y/n was shoved in the back, and her whole tray shoved out of her hand, maybe it was her trained reaction, all her service time, but with luck she managed to push the tray towards her rather than anyone else. The mugs fell to the floor, and the mead soaked her clothing.

"Oh...shit..."

"Ms. y/n! I am really sorry!" The young woman cried, people looking the way of the mess.

"It's okay! It's fine." Y/n told "really-"

"Are you alright?" Finn asked quickly, getting up to his feet.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine -" y/n started, Finn quick to grab a napkin, yet it was wet, "uh-"

"Hey! Hey!" Red shouted coming from the back: "We've all seen messes alright. It's a bar, not a burlesque show! You go clean up; and you.”

She snapped at another waiter; “Pick up this table, you,” she snapped at the young woman who had ran into Y/n, “Clean this up.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Don’t call me that I hate that,” Red argued; walking away; “ma’am what am I an old woman?”

Y/n looked down at herself; “I really am sorry Ms. Y/n.” The young woman apologized.

“No, it’s no problem really; I’ll help you clean,” Y/n told, she quickly kneeling down to help her clean, the woman was quick to follow.

“I didn’t mean to make a fool of you in front of your boyfriend Ms. Y/n.” the woman whispered.

“What?” Y/n asked, picking up mugs and putting them on the tray.

“The gentleman,” She told; “I wish I had a man that looked at , like that- or woman.”

"He's not my boyfriend." Y/n told her, she grabbing the rag from the pocket in her apron.

"Oh."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing, Ms. Y/n."

"Here." Finn spoke, he handing a mug that had rolled off to its own little world to Y/n.

"Thank you -" y/n spoke, rising quickly too quickly and too close to the table as she banged her head.

"Are you alright?" Finn asked quickly, Y/n nodding rubbing her head.

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n answered: "thanks..."

Finn nodded as he watched her rush back with the tray of empty mugs, he taking his seat again.

"I'm very sorry for that." The woman spoke, she noticing the armor they all wore and gulped.

"Accidents happen." A solider answered.

"Can I get you anything? New Mead? Or Pie?"

"We're fine waiting for Ms. Y/n."

The woman nodded, apologized once again, and started to leave.

"Actually!" Finn stopped her: she quick to come back: "Y/n had mentioned to me she lives above the bar? Could you tell me how to get to her front door?"

"No." The woman spoke: it was clear as day, and she was stern in her answer.

"I just mean to check on her,"

"Ms. Y/n doesn't like..." She started unsure if it was truly her business to tell.

Finn raised a brow in confusion: "Like?"

"Leaf men." She answered quietly, "I see the way you look at Ms. Y/n, and she won't be in a relationship with one."

"Ooo Ouch." A solider winced, he at least pie Infront of him.

"Shut it." One of the female soldiers spoke slapping him in the back of the head.

"Ow!"

"Why not?" Finn asked.

"Mhm..." She started leaning down to whisper in his ear: "Her brother is commander of the army: he took her position after her father demoted her to snail mucus. She was meant to marry another soldier, but once she got demoted, he left her."

Finn pulled back: "Don't tell anyone." She told.

"You have my word, make sure she's alright-"

But before he could even finish her concerns, Y/n was back out two trays in hand and changed into a new set of clothes.

"Ms. Y/n has worked hard for what she has," the woman said, "Whatever you do don't hurt her please."

"I would never dream of it."

"Thank You."

She walked off to finish her work: "That sucks Sargent Major I really thought she had been talking you up."

"What?" Finn asked watching Y/n wait tables like nothing had happened; "Oh, we're just friends is all."

"Sure."

"Heartbreaker will reach him soon don't worry."

Time pasted: quickly, too, people came, and people went. Finn's soldiers left: Finn stayed behind, he left alone in the middle of the bar with a large table all to himself.

Y/n was putting the mugs in the bucket: "You." Red spoke coming up to her.

"What did I do now?"

"That Soilder Boy is waiting for you." Red told, "The Sargent Major, Second in Command mumbo jumbo."

Y/n walked towards the door that led into the dinning hall, she peaking threw the small decorative cut circle in the door.

"I'll tell him we're closing."

Y/n walked out, empty-handed, and Finn looked up, he quick to get up: so fast that his chair fell backwards and hit the floor with a thump.

"Sorry- Sorry-" Finn apologized, quickly picking the chair up.

"Its okay its just a chair." Y/n answered with a smile, watching him akwardly adjust it.

"I." He started looking at her: "wanted to make sure you were okay."

Y/n nodded: "I am."

"Good. Good..." Finn spoke: "I'll go then..."

Y/n watched as he started to leave, yet he stopped and turned around: "I actually have something else to tell you,"

Finn rubbed the back of his neck: "I know...about Ronin."

"I don't understand-"

"You're siblings are you not?"

Y/n looked down, "...yeah."

"I uh also know about the fiance situation."

"Which means..."

"I know how you feel about leafmen" Finn told.

"So you know about..."

"Ex-fiance. Yeah." Finn spoke: "he sounds like an asshole..."

"He was."

They chuckled softly; "I just thought, you know, It's your bussniess, it should be your bussniess who knows."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." Y/n answered, it grew quiet between the two: Y/n looking towards the window shortly; "Do you maybe wanna stay till the sun rises? It's pretty late, I could make us some tea tonight and then breakfast in the morn'"

"You don't have to-"

"No, really, come on." Y/n protested, "You waited all this time. It seems kinda underwhelming, didn't it?"

"I just thought you should know."

"And as repayment stay the night," Y/n told as she walked away gesturing for him to follow: "come on."

It was a hard debate: at first, he thought it was a good idea: then he remembered Ronin, her brother, and most importantly her own feelings: he didn't want to step on them: and didn't want to hurt her like he she had been before.

Ultimately, he'd follow her through the kitchen. Passed all the employees. Most were talking amongst each other, ending their shift. Yet when he passed by, they stopped and stared, which turned into glares. And the Boss: Red increased his anxiety as she was sharpening the knives with a dark glare his way.

Y/n opened a door and allowed him in: stairs leading up, "Come on." Y/n spoke, taking the lead.

Finn followed behind, Y/n opening the door at the top of the steps.

"Ignore him." Y/n told, pointing to Ronin, who was sleeping on a chair, he had waited for her, her whole shift, "He does that a lot."

"You both seem close." Finn started as she led him into the small kitchen past a hanging curtain.

"Uh." Y/n started the moon shining inside the took from the windows, gave it light, as she went on the search for matches: "He wants to be close. I just....can't get over it. I know I should, but I don't know."

Finding the matches, she walked over to the table to light the little collection of candles she kept in the center of her table.

"You like Tea?" Y/n asked.

"You don't have to make me tea." Finn told: "If anything I should be making you tea."

Y/n shrugged: grabbing her tea pot and some cups, "Im trying to be a good host."

She started the water and threw in some dried elderberry to let it simmer. Into the cups, she added a small cube of sugar. She set them on the table, "You like honey in your tea?"

"Yes please." Finn answered.

Y/n went for the jar of honey: she setting it on the table to open before putting in a spoon to grab a dollop and add one to each of the cups, her hand became sticky: "mhm just a day old. Still taste fresh."

Y/n licked her thumb before returning the jar to the counter and taking the water off the fire and bringing it over to fill the cups a purple liquid coming from the tea pot and was set back on the fire before Y/n mixed them both and handed one over.

"Thank you." Finn thanked taking the cup in both hands before lifting it to his lips, "it smells amazing."

"Elderberry." Y/n responded watching him take a sip: "Its nice after work."

Y/n lifted the cup to her own lips, taking a sip: "it taste even better than it smells." Finn complimented.

Bringing down the cup she smiled: "I'll send a jar your way then."

"You don't have to."

"Really its no problem."

It was silent for a moment Y/n sipping her tea again, she glancing at Finn for only a moment, catching eye contact with him. She smiled: and he froze. She watched his eyes avert in a flustered matter.

"Are you alright?" Y/n asked bringing her cup down.

"Yes; thank you,"

"Okay," y/n answered: "Oh. I should go set up a cot since you'll be sleeping here, Unless you don't mind us sharing mine?"

"Uh..."

"I don't mind sharing my bed. I am a cuddler." Y/n answered with a nonchalant shrug: she looking back at him with a smile.

"You're teasing me." Finn called out.

"Just a bit." Y/n chuckled watching as Finn became more flustered.

Finn found himself stuck, and Y/n enjoyed it. It sounded more malice than it seemed. Finn, in response, was quick to change the conversation.

"So you and Ronin are siblings."

It was Y/n's turn to be stuck: "Oh." Y/n answered.

"Yeah..." Y/n spoke: "We're night and moring twins."

"You don't look like him." Finn spoke: "How come I've never seen you before."

"You have." Y/n answered.

"I have?"

Y/n nodded, "I was the last queens right hand at sixteen-"

"That was you?" Finn asked, Y/n chuckled.

"Yeah, it was."

"I was right then," Finn spoke.

"About?"

"You'd look good in leafmen armour."

Y/n could only chuckle in response, as she ran her thumb over her cup, "thanks-"

A yawn intruppted her, showing how tired she was.

"I'll let you sleep." Finn answered, "I should go,"

"It's fine, Finn, stay, really." Y/n spoke; reaching her hand over to grab his, "I'd hate for you to get hurt on your way home."

His eyes gazed towards Y/n's hand: she holding his hand with a loose grip, thumb rubbing over his knuckles as it did her cup previously.

"Oh I..." Finn started, her grip tightened just the slightest, "can stay I guess..."

Y/n smiled at him, as he gazed back up at her; "You seem...fond...of having me around despite you're past..." Finn commented.

"Yeah, I do..."

"Why?"

Y/n sat in thought; "maybe it was the sword situation,"

"The mess I brought you?" Finn questioned.

Y/n nodded, "Yeah... I lost a big part of my family, I became a leafman because I wanted to protect my family and other families, of course. Even though I'm not a leafman, it doesnt mean I can't help families stay together. You said it yourself it was your mothers?"

"My mother was a high ranking leaf man." Finn answered: "Im the first man to be a leafman in my family line."

"Congrats." Y/n smiled: "pretty big achievement hm?"

Finn hummed in response his gaze on Y/n's hand, she had never let his hand go. With care he picked up her hand, her thumb dropping as she watch him sit up and lean forward, kissing her knuckles softly, he then proceeded to rub over the bone as she hand done for him.

"You're very kind..." Finn answered: "and a great listener, thank you."

Y/n sat stunded as he kissed another knuckle, holding her hand, not wanting to let it go. It was a bold move, one usually matched with Chiveraly. She only leaned forward in response, standing up as she did and pulled her hand away from his own.

"I'm sorry- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Finn quick apologized.

Y/n only walked to the side to fill his cup again. She leaned down afterward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek in return.

"Trust me Finn." Y/n spoke softly: besides his ear, "If you had made me uncomfortable. You'd have gone out my kitchen window."

She finished with a small chuckle, this time the pot being placed on the wood counter. Finn sighed in relief.

"I got to give you props" Y/n spoke up, "Most wouldn't flirt with their second in commands sister."

Yet she received no answer, as she grabbed a jar to fill with the leftover tea. It was silent for a few more minutes, Y/n turning her head to glance at him, yet she caught him shamelessly staring, the look of love over taking the tired look in his eyes.

Topping off the jar, she turned finally snapping his attention back to reality.

"Come on, you're tired." Y/n told.

He attempted to protest, yet Y/n's hand ran across his shoulders and the soft touch seemed to lull him to sleep, and he followed her by hand.

It was full of quiet laughters trying not to disrupt the sleeping commander slumped over in the chair. Y/n showed him where he could toss his armor and showed him the bathroom. They each took turns to change inside. Finn came out after Y/n had, in a change of old chlothes Y/n had given him.

He paused at the frame: watching Y/n tuck Ronin into the chair before placing a kiss on his temple.

Before he was seen, he ducked back in, walking out after a moment, she laid back on the bed with her feet planted on the floor as she looked up at the ceilng.

"Am I intruppting?" Finn asked Y/n looking over.

"Come and join me. Just dont expect my nightly thoughts to last long." Y/n yawned.

Finn joined her with a chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed, Y/n sitting up. Getting up, she pulled the divider that semi separated her room in two. Giving her a bedroom and a living room. She was quick to plop back down beside him, returning to her previous state, arm draped over her eyes.

"Are you really going to sleep like that?" Finn asked; "It doesn't hurt when you get up?"

Y/n shrugged and yawned again; "I'm always hurtin," She joked.

It was silent for a moment; "Thank you, again." Finn told.

Y/n smiled tiredly; "it's no problem."

Y/n continued to lay the way she did, he waited a moment before taking a side of the bed; he hopped to make himself as small as possible for her comfort. It felt awkward on his end; laying there patiently to fall asleep despite being tired. Yet he dipped in the bed, Y/n's side rising proving she had gotten up. Only moments later did the bed on her side dip again; and the tug on the blanket told him, Y/n had actually gotten into bed. Satisfied he was able to fall asleep in only a moment.

During the early morning hours, they shifted here and there. Backs once towards each other, to facing one another, ending in Finn laying on his back, and Y/n securely tucked into his neck and side, his arm holding onto her side as they snoozed till the sun was barely starting to change the color of the sky. Y/n on natural instinct got up. She is sitting up and stretching on the few hours of sleep she had. Slipping out of Finn's grasp she went to get ready for the day; starting the hot water on the fire as she bathed in the bathroom. Getting out and getting dressed she looked around for socks, and from there she slipped her boots on, and poured herself tea. Returning to her bed to sit on the edge and lace up her boots.

Finn was still sleeping as she finished getting ready, she kneeling besides the bed as he shifted; his hand falling limp over the edge of the bedside and a pillow tucked in under his arm. Y/n smiled, brushing a loose hair from his face with the tips of her. fingers.

"I've got to go now," She spoke softly, "It was fun.... I haven't had that much fun in a while...thank you,"

Before leaving she placed a soft kiss on his upper cheek bone, her lips lingering for what a few would call a moment too long. Yet it seemingly only limbered him deeper into sleep, she smiles; "I can't wait to do it all again tomorrow."

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Solar Family Episode #1 (by @avaveevo)

The episode starts in the office.

Terry: sigh What a beautiful morning��

Korvo smiles and kiss Terry on the cheek

Korvo: I'll say it is since you're here.

Terry: Yes?

Korvo nods.

Korvo: Let’s get dirty right now!

Terry: Oh fuck yeah!

The two husbands kiss and take off their clothes. Suddenly, Bob the Blob enters.

Bob: Uh, excuse me? Do you guys have a moment?

Korvo: Gah! Oh hey, Bob.

Bob the Blob: Oh sorry to ruin your little thing. But I want to tell you guys something

Terry: What's up?

Bob the Blob: Donna is having a block party!

Terry: Shit! A block party?! I always wanted to go to one of those!

Korvo: Huh? That does sound like fun. What time will it be at?

Bob the Blob: Tomorrow night.

Terry: Sweet! We’ll be there!

Korvo: Absolutely.

Bob the Blob: By the way, Terry, they want you to perform a song there.

Terry grow confused.

Terry: Huh? Why?

Korvo: Oh my that would be wonderful Terry does have a wonderful singing voice.

Terry blushes.

Bob the Blob: Well the reason why is because they love how you sing for your husband and they really think that you be a great performer at the party tomorrow

Terry: I'll do it then.

Meanwhile, David is secretly watching and growls

David Hinson: What?!

Bob the Blob: Good! See you tomorrow night! leaves

Korvo sighs and puts his clothes back on.

Korvo: Well, tomorrow block party might be a great thing.

Terry: I know.

David Hinson: overhearing Hmm…

Korvo: You know, I'm happy you're performing. Ever since you got that promotion, things turned out good for us.

Terry: R-really? But… what if I mess things up?

Korvo: You won't.

Terry: Really? How do you know?

Korvo takes Terry's hands.

Korvo: Because you have the most wonderful harmony voice I ever known. You’re gonna do great no matter what. I love you. kiss Terry on the cheek

Terry: I love you too.

David Hinson: Bet you love that, don't you, Terald?

Terry: Ugh. Whatever David. You’re just trying to talk bullshit to break my spirits but it’s not gonna help.

David Hinson: sarcastically No, I just wanted to congratulate you.

Korvo: Pfft. That’s sarcasm

David scoffs and leaves.

Terry: Don’t worry. He’s not like gonna plan some kind of crazy plan on us. We got this tomorrow night!

We then cut to Korvo sleeping. He then wakes up to hear Terry singing 5 Leaf Clover by Luke Combs.

Terry: singing I know I’m a lucky man, but I’m ain’t sure why I am. ‘Cause it ain’t like anyone deserves the. The world at the palm for their hands…

Korvo smiles.

Korvo: You sound great.

Terry: Thanks. I think this block party is gonna be amazing.

Jesse claps.

Jesse: Yay!

Lili: Good one Terry!

Yumyulack: You sure you can out-do Mr. Hinson?

Terry: Guys he is the worst singer in the county. What’s the worst that could happen?

We then cut to the block party. Debbie is flirting with Henry.

Debbie: Hey Henry, nice strong arms you handsome horse fuck.

Henry laughs nervously.

Henry the Horse: Gee uh thanks? I guess?

We then cut to Yumyulack and Mark making out.

Yumyulack: So, moans how you feeling tonight babe?

Mark Melner: Awesome since you're here.

Yumyulack: blushes lovingly Aaaw… moans lovingly as he and Mark kiss again

Korvo sighs as he watches Yumyulack and his boyfriend make out.

Korvo: whispering I’m so glad my little sprout is all grown up…

Lili: teasing Ooooh! They are so in love!

Donna then calls everyone's attention to the stage.

Donna: Attention everyone!

Everyone goes silent.

Donna: First of all, I want to say thank you for coming to this block party and second, I want to give big thanks to Terry Solar-Opposites, who will be singing for us all tonight.

The crowd cheers as Terry takes a deep breath but before he can sing David dumps a bucket of red paint on him. The crowd gasp in shock as they look at David in disgust.

Henry the Horse: to David Hinson What?

Bob the Blob: to David Hinson Dude!

Korvo: What the hell?!

Debbie: David! What the fuck?! How could you?!

David Hinson: That's for stealing my promotion!

Terry runs inside his house in tears.

Crow: Boooo! starts throwing stuff at David in disgust and fury

Henry the Horse: You fucking suck ass David!

David Hinson: Oh boo yourselves! He's the one who stole my promotion!

Bob the Blob: Hey! Terry got it because of the good work he has done for us!

Henry the Horse: He didn’t steal anything from you, jackass!

Lili: Yeah! Leave my daddy alone!

Korvo goes inside his house and finds Terry sobbing hysterically.

Korvo: Oh Terry… I am so sorry. David has no right to do that to you.

Terry snaps.

Terry: GOD DAMN IT! tearfully Tonight is horrible Korv! Everything is ruined thanks to Hinson! cries I’m so sorry… the block party is ruined… cries

Korvo: Oh Terry. It's not ruined.

Terry: sniffles Really?

Korvo: Of course. Let me deal with David and you'll see how powerful my love for you is.

Terry: sniffles And what will you do about that?

Korvo: Just wait and see.

Korvo heads outside

Korvo: HEY HINSON!

David Hinson: WHAT?!

Korvo then proceeded to punch Hinson in the face as the crowd cheers for him.

Henry the Horse: Go, Korvo!

Bob the Blob: Yeah!

Lili: Yay Korvo!

Mark Melner: Sweet! That’s my boyfriend’s dad!

Yumyulack blushes.

Korvo: Don't touch Terry again. UNDERSTAND?!

David Hinson screams like a little girl and backs away while the crowd keep cheering. Terry comes out.

Terry: Whoa boo, nice punch!

Korvo: Aw thanks honey. kiss Terry on the cheek

Terry takes his guitar and steps onto the stage.

Terry: So… you guys still want to hear my song? Even after everything that has happened tonight?

Crowd: excited and overjoyed YES!

Lili: Do it Terry!

Terry smiles and chukles

Terry: takes a deep breath Okay, do this!

Terry starts playing his guitar.

Korvo: I think this song is gonna be great…

[TERRY]

I go to work every Monday And get to do something I love I make it home every evening To an angel God sent from above Got an eight point on camera from last year This season looks like a 10 I got a barn with a fridge full of cold beer On the weekend it's full of good friends

I know I'm a lucky man, but I ain't sure why I am 'Cause it ain't like anyone deserves the world in the palm of their hand I've hit my knees, thankful as can be But the one thing I can't get over Is how'd a guy like me who'd have been fine with three Wind up with a five leaf clover

I got a half ton that's parked in the driveway That my dog wags his tail when he hears I grew up in a good place to be from My folks still got a bunch of good years

I know I'm a lucky man, but I ain't sure why I am 'Cause it ain't like anyone deserves the world in the palm of their hand But I've hit my knees, thankful as can be But the one thing I can't get over Is how'd a guy like me, who'd have been fine with three Wind up with a five leaf clover

I know I'm a lucky man, but I ain't sure why I am 'Cause it ain't like anyone deserves the world in the palm of their hand I've hit my knees, thankful as can be But the one thing I can't get over Is how'd a guy like me, who'd have been fine with three Wind up with a five leaf clover

How'd a guy like me, who could've wound up with weeds Wind up with a five leaf clover

After the song ended, everyone cheer for Terry as he smiles with his tears in his eyes while Korvo blows him a kiss. Terry chuckles. Henry starts crying and clapping his hands.

Henry the Horse: Damn it! Terry’s voice is so beautiful!

The others applaud Terry as Yumyulack holds Mark close

Mark Melner: Your dad is amazing.

Yumyulack: Thanks. kisses Mark on the lips

Lili: Alright! That’s my daddy!

The husbands kiss as Bob and Henry sob while hugging each other.

Crowd: touched by Terry and Korvo’s love Aaaw.

The next day Korvo and Terry are naked and kissing each other.

Terry: Last night was a blast! laughs

Korvo: I know right?

Terry: Y’know despite Hinson getting a bucket of paint splattered on me, everything turned out okay in the end.

Korvo puts a hand on Terry's cheek.

Korvo: And I am so happy you never gave up, seductively You beloved brave hunky Shlorpian!

Terry: Come here and give your beautiful babe his reward.

Korvo: I sure will!

The two husbands then sex away as Korvo dominates Terry as the two alien hubbies moan lovingly.

The End

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #avaveevo #solar family #tervo #korvo #terry solar opposites #british korvo #yumyulack #jesse solar opposites #yumark #luke combs #5 leaf clover

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mono-dot-jpeg · 2 years

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flowery conversations - xiao

summary; traveler meets an... interesting character..

genre; comedy, fluff, family fluff, xiao cannot handle you, platonic chaos, traveler can be either lumine or aether, dendro vision reader, zhongli is father i love him, mute! traveler canon <3, angst with traveler lol

[gender neutral reader]

word count; 643

a/n; i sort of just mushed these two requests together if that is okay, reader gender neutral in this

im so sorry that it's taken me so long to get to some more requests. i dont really have much of an excuse other than stress and depression lmao

anything traveler "says", they're just using sign <3

the traveler didn't know how they got in this situation nor did they want to know.

"hello traveler! i heard a lot about you!" you smile brightly at the honored traveler. "i heard you met my brother xiao!"

at that paimon exclaims, "xiao's your brother?!"

"yep! always has been! nothing changed since then! wouldn't say i miss the old times but zhongli was such a crazy father! it was a crazy time for everyone back then." you laughed heartily. "nice to meet you, traveler! were you looking for xiao?"

"yeah. we need to talk to him." they sign to you.

"hm? is that so? he doesn't really like talking to people. you must really be special after all!" you hummed, "let me lead the way then!" you started walking cheerily towards qingyun peak.

the traveler nods in acknowledgement, paimon floating around by their side while they notice the flowers blooming around a bit more brightly than usual. upon another look, they point the dendro vision on your waist. pointing it out, they earn a small smile from you, "yep! that's my vision. i wish i got a geo vision like morax but nonetheless i'm pretty thankful for this one! i can help xiao with it. but i can still kick ass too!" you laughed.

with an nice conversation between you and the two outlanders, you make it to the highest point in liyue. the beautiful view of all of liyue never fails to make you breathless (or maybe it was how high in the air was the reason for your breathlessness). "xiao! you have a visitor! it's me and traveler!" you wave your hand rapidly in excitement upon seeing your brother. you and traveler can hear xiao's heavy sigh before he turns to see you practically vibrating and ready to see xiao interacting with traveler.

it would be the few times you would see xiao willingly talk to someone that wasn't an adepti.

"what is it?" traveler soon explained a message they had gotten from zhongli, who was hoping to see you and xiao in just a few moments. traveler was thankful in knowing that xiao was here which would save themself some time as zhongli would be on his way to qingyun peak.

"dad is on his way here? can't wait to see him!" upon your excitement, anyone can see the spike of growth of plants around your feet. "also look at you xiao making a new friend! i'm so proud!" despite your words sounding so teasing, you meant it all. before xiao could reply with any sass or annoyance, you have your arms wrapped around him in a hug.

traveler can only watch with masked happiness and hidden pain. maybe one day they'll find their sibling.

pushing the thought away, they wave goodbye to you and xiao, you being the one to wave as xiao was stuck in your hold, arms bound to his sides.

bonus;

upon traveler leaving, zhongli had arrived not soon after, seeing the two of you watch the orange sky slowly turn dark.

"it's so pretty.."

"you say that everytime."

"because it's true! i like appreciating beauty!" a deep chuckle stops an upcoming argument. you gasp, quickly running over to zhongli and engulfing him in a hug, "dad! i missed you! xiao was bullying me!" you point at xiao, who merely stands there unimpressed with your accusation. zhongli hugs back, patting your head.

"i don't think that's quite the case there, dear. but shall i scold xiao for you?" he asked, amusement swimming in his eyes as your pleading ones meet them. you nodded before laughing.

"yes yes! you hear that xiao? dad is gonna scold you!" xiao can only sigh upon being teamed up by you and zhongli. the flowers bloomed a bit brighter as your laughter rings out in the night.

#genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin zhongli #genshin impact zhongli #genshin x reader #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao genshin impact #genshin #xiao

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kiteofdreams · 1 year

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Alright, first off: this is the first thing I’ve written and posted in like 10 years. (Tbh, it’ll probably take that long again thanks to real life.) I even made this sideblog to post it bc I have severe anxiety about posting it for some reason - I’m not sure why, so we’re stepping outta my comfort zone here. If you can guess where this title came from, you get a high-five for the obscure reference. I hope you enjoy this Christmas Josh fic.

1.7k words. I tried my hand at fluff and there’s no real warnings, but talk of alcohol & being drunk is mentioned.

Christmas had always been your favorite time of year — the Christmas traditions with your family, the small get-togethers with your close friends, and the general happiness of all those around you.

You had started decorating late, but your life had been so crazy, you hadn't had time. So here you were on Christmas Eve, placing the finishing touches onto your Christmas tree. It was your first Christmas not being home with your family. Your plans were to sit by your fireplace, drink some hot chocolate, and watch a movie.

As you queued up your favorite Christmas movie, you reminisced on how you had gotten here. This past year hadn’t been easy; you found yourself in a new city, a new state, and a new job. Although you had moved away from home years prior, it never got any easier packing up your life and changing it completely. As you settled into a routine in your new life, things became easier. You fell in love with the city life. You met new people, socialized with your co-workers, and even went on a few dates. Of course, nothing ever came of the dates. Life had been too hectic for a relationship, too busy with work. And then there was Josh.

Josh was the shining light in your life. A great big ball of sunshine on the darkest days. It all started on a Friday night at a local bar while out with coworkers celebrating the completion of a two-month-long project.

While ordering drinks at the bar, a long-haired (and quite drunk) man turned around and spilled his drink all over you. He hadn’t even realized what happened as he headed over to the table of his friends. You brushed it off at first because it hadn't been the first time you had a drink spilled on you and it probably wouldn't be the last. The more you thought about what had happened, the more irritated you got. By the time you worked up the nerve to confront him, the man was gone. The following week, you saw him again at the same bar, but with a much shorter haircut. This time, you were prepared to tell him how rude he had been that night. As he approached the bar, you cleared your throat and spoke.

“Excuse me, you should probably pay more attention, you spilled your drink all over me last week and then walked away."

The man looked confused.

"Uh," he started, "I wasn't here last week."

Dumbfounded, you stared at him with blinking eyes.

"Yes, you were. Were you that drunk you don't even know where you were? I like the haircut though," you added with a smirk.

"Oh no," he laughed. You were a bit annoyed that he wasn't taking this seriously.

He pointed towards the table he came from, "that was my brother, Jake. We're twins. I'm Josh, sorry about him."

You looked over to see a table full of people, including the man who ran into you.

"Oh my god, I'm an idiot and apparently was drunker than I thought," you said while hiding your face in your hands. "This is so fucking embarrassing."

"How about this," Josh trailed off while laughing, "I buy you a drink and we can go yell at my brother."

The two of you hit it off instantly, becoming fast friends. Although you two were complete opposites, you fit together like a puzzle. Josh was an early bird, while you were a night owl. You wanted everything to be bright colors, while Josh preferred neutrals. He was a rockstar, you had a corporate 9-5 job. Somehow, you both flowed together like you had been friends for your whole life. And of course, your feelings turned into something more. How could they not? He was your balance, the shoulder to lean on, the voice of reason in your life. But, you'd never acted on your feelings, too afraid to lose him.

A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts and back to the present. You jumped as you weren't expecting anyone, especially so late at night on Christmas Eve. Josh and his brothers went back home, your best friend was heading out of the country, and even the neighbor you were close to was heading out of the city. As you looked through the peephole, a wild head of curly hair appeared, followed by a toothy grin. You threw open the door with a surprised gasp.

“Josh! What are you doing? You’re not supposed to be here!”

He laughed as he walked past you with his hands full of bags.

“I couldn’t let you be alone on Christmas.”

Your heart melted right then. Josh headed off to your kitchen to drop off the bags before heading to your guest bedroom.

"I'm staying the night, by the way," he shouted from the bedroom. You let out a deep sigh before you rolled your eyes and followed his voice into the bedroom. "That way we can be together for Christmas morning."

Not that you minded Josh staying with you. He had stayed over more times than you could count — from him being too drunk to just not wanting to drive back home. Hell, he had a key to your house for emergencies. But something about it being Christmas Eve felt so domestic like you didn't have to pretend you didn't love him.

"What if I had plans? What if I had a gentleman caller visiting me later?"

You sat down on the edge of the bed and played with the edge of the comforter. Josh poked his head out of the attached bathroom with an eyebrow raised.

"First, do you?"

"Well, no. But I could've, you don--"

"Second, don't say gentleman caller, that's super fucking weird," Josh interrupted. "I know you're upset about not being home for Christmas. You shouldn't be alone."

"You should be with your family, Josh," you replied. "I was going to FaceTime with my family tomorrow, we had it all planned out. I'm okay with it."

Josh placed his hands on either side of your face and looked into your eyes. You took a deep breath and felt your heart start racing.

"It doesn't matter, I'm here with you now, so you're stuck spending Christmas with me."

He placed a kiss on your forehead before turning away towards the living room. You followed after him in a daze. It wasn't as if he hadn't kissed your forehead or cheek before, but it was always when he was past the point of tipsy. You pressed your hand to the spot where his lips were as if you could still feel them there. As you reached the kitchen, you saw Josh pulling various takeout containers from the bags.

"I ordered from Angelinos. I was surprised they were still open. I got your extra breadsticks and alfredo sauce, why are you staring at me like that?"

You shook your head as you whispered "sorry".

"What's going on in that head of yours? You've seemed out of it all night," Josh pushed the hair falling in front of your face behind your ear.

"I don't know," you sighed, willing yourself not to cry. "I guess I'm just missing my family more than I thought."

"Hey, come on. We're gonna have a great Christmas, just us two. You wanna get the drinks while I make you a plate?"

You nodded as you headed towards your fridge to grab a few beers and ciders. Taking the drinks into the living room, you placed them on the table before heading back to help Josh with the food. He shooed you out of the kitchen and followed you into your living room with your plates in hand. He sat the plates down and turned to head back to the bedroom.

"Where are you going now? I want to eat," you shouted to him.

"You can start eating," he yelled back. "I gotta grab something. Oh, get the movie going. I'll be right out."

You grabbed the remote to start the movie and sat down on the couch as you reached for your plate to eat. After a few bites, you opened a cider and took a drink as Josh sat down next to you. Two hours later, you had finished all the food and the movie was over. You stood up to clear the plates, but Josh stopped you.

"You relax, alright? I've got this," he said as he stood to gather the plates and headed towards the kitchen.

"Do you want a hot chocolate while I'm in here?" Josh said from the kitchen. "I can add the peppermint schnapps if you want!"

"Sure, can you make it with milk instead of water?"

"Of course, you want to pick another movie?"

"No," you replied. "I'll let you pick the next one. I probably won't make it through this one."

You sat in silence and scrolled through your phone as you waited for Josh to return. You heard his footsteps behind you and then felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked behind you as Josh placed a small box in your lap. He moved around to sit next to you.

"Open it," Josh said with a bright smile. You noticed he was wringing his hands together, a nervous habit of his. "It's an early present. I got you something else, but wanted you to open this tonight."

You untied the ribbon and slowly opened the box, "Josh, what is this? Is this mistletoe?"

Josh reached into the box to grab the plant and held it above his head.

"We're under the mistletoe. You know what that means, right?"

You stood there in shock with your mouth agape. There was no way he was saying what you thought he might be.

You stared at him and Josh laughed nervously as he continued, "please tell me I haven't been reading this wrong. If I have, I'll leave and we can forget about this whole thing. I don't think I am though. Can I kiss you?"

"Holy shit," you whispered. "Yes, please."

Josh reached around, placed a hand on the back of your neck, and pulled you close to him. Your eyes closed as he brought his lips to yours.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart," he whispered before kissing you.

At that moment, it felt like time had stopped. Everything aligned to where it needed to be. It was like an electric shock.

Josh pulled back, but your eyes were still closed. As you opened them, Josh sat across from you grinning. You couldn't help but smile back.

"Kiss me again, Kiszka."

As Josh leaned in again, you thought, 'maybe this Christmas wouldn't be so bad.'

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #josh kiszka fic #josh gvf #josh kiska imagine #josh kiszka x reader #gvf #greta van fic

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