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maxineswritingcenter · 4 years ago

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 5

We back at it again because I love this right now

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After smuggling Derek into my room via the window, the interrogation began. He sat in my computer chair, leaning over, resting his arms on his legs.

“Uh, first I want to say thank you for saving me again.” I began. He looked up and nodded.

“You’re welcome.”

“And uh, you’re a werewolf.” I said, starting to pace back and forth, “Is Scott a werewolf?”

“He is.”

“Did you bite him?” I paused, crossing my arms over my chest.

“No, I’m an omega. Only Alphas can give people the gift.” He said. You call that a gift? I’d like a receipt.

“Is there a cure?”

“There’s a legend that says if the beta, one of the pack, kills the alpha then he will become human again. But I don’t even know if that’s true.” He explained. That meant Scott’s odds were not looking good and this werewolf thing is permanent.

“Were you bitten by the alpha?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

“No, I was born with it. My family was a pack. After…” He paused, “After the fire, my older sister became the alpha since she had been trained by my mother to be the new matriarch. I came back here because I hadn’t heard from her. Now we know why.”

“I’m so sorry.” I looked down at my socks. These questions were making him bring up what must have been incredibly painful memories and bringing up the fresh pain of the murder of his sister.

“The thing following you in the woods was the new alpha. He killed her for her alpha spark.”

“Alpha spark?”

“It can transform a beta, or an omega into an alpha. It’s taken when the alpha is killed by either of those. Or it can be transferred willingly.” This was a little more complicated than I thought. I knew that there were hierarchies in wolves, but who knew it translated to werewolves?

“Why is the alpha coming after me? You said it was following me.”

He leaned back in the chair, “Well, he’s either looking to eat you. Or he wanted to turn you.” At my shocked expression he added, “Probably the latter. He’s a new alpha so he’s trying to start a pack, probably why he started with Scott. Speaking of, you need to tell him to stop seeing Allison.”

“Why, what’s wrong with Allison?”

“Her family are a very old lineage of werewolf hunters.” He said seriously, “Chris Argent and I have an unspoken agreement. No deaths, I don’t end up dead. I can’t say the same for the rest of his family.” He was something in his eyes, a pain that couldn’t be described.

“I know I said I wanted answers but if its too painful-”

“It’s fine.” He interrupted. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Derek, I understand what it’s like to lose your family in one day. It’s the most awful feeling imaginable. Because after the pain is the loneliness. I got lucky that I have Uncle Noah and Stiles. You had your sister and now she’s gone and you’re the only one left.” He chewed the inside of his cheek.

“It’s not just me. I have an uncle in a vegetative state at Beacon Hills long-term facility. And my sister Cora, I haven’t seen her since the fire. I think she’s gone too, but there’s always the chance that she’s still out there. She just doesn’t want anything to do with me.” He looked down at his hands. He looked so vulnerable right now, something I never expected from him. He had so many walls up. There were still things he was hiding about the Argents, but pushing him now didn’t seem right.

I gave him a small smile and kneeled down in front of him. Slowly, I reached for his hands, giving him plenty of time to pull away, but he let me touch him. I held his hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles. I titled my head to meet his eyes that he was hiding.

“Hey, grief is hard. Especially since we lost our families in the same way. Let’s help each other. Would that be okay?” I asked softly. He met my eyes finally, his stern expression was more loose than usual. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I want to. But I can’t.”

The sound of the door opened behind us, and queue Stiles meltdown. And with the position I was in, on my knees in front of Derek Hale, maybe it was a little justified.

“What is going on?” He asked. I quickly got to my feet.

“Uh, Derek was just leaving. Just a quick little visit.” I took Derek by the arm, brought him out of the chair and ushered him to the window, where he left without another word.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Stiles shouted.

“Will you keep it down?” I whispered loudly.

“Oh you can cut the crap, Dad isn’t here. Why the hell is a wanted criminal in my house?!”

I crossed my arms and shrugged innocently, “We were just talking.”

“Why was he covered in blood?” He pointed to the dry blood that was on the arm of my chair. I sighed and rubbed my temples.

“Okay, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell your dad.” I pleaded. He crossed his arms and looked away from me.

“As an upstanding citizen of Beacon Hills-”

“You cut the crap, Stiles. You have more priors than he does.”

“I wasn’t questioned about the murder of my sister.” He shot.

“He was acquitted of all changes due to his alibi.” I shot back.

He grumbled and shook his hands, “Fine, fine. Tell me.”

“Okay, so, Michael found me in the woods-”

“Michael-” He started.

“Hey, no interrupting!” He held his hands up in surrender, motioning for me to go on, “He found me in the woods and was probably going to commit a bunch of unsavory things on me when Derek showed up because the night before when you and Scott were arguing, I went to his house to get some answers of my own, he told me to go home so I did.” I paused and took a drink out of the glass of water on my nightstand, then continued, “Anyway, when Derek showed up he killed Michael because Derek is a werewolf.” I rushed out.

“A what?!” He shouted.

“Oh don’t act so surprised, you know Scott is a werewolf.”

He stepped back, pretending to be shocked, “Scott? A werewolf.” Clearly trying to cover for his friend, but no dice. Stiles was a terrible liar.

“Derek told me. And he also told me that Allison’s family are werewolf hunters. But I assumed you already knew that because you don’t look surprised at all.”

“Well, ahhh, her last name does mean silver in French.” He added. I shook my head, holding my pinkie out.

“Pinkie swear me you won’t tell Uncle Noah.” He sighed, tapping his foot, “Promise!” He grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air, but eventually he wrapped his pinkie around mine.

“Fine.” He paused, still holding my pinkie, his grip on my finger tightened, holding me there, “But you have to swear not to get romantically involved!” He pulled his pinkie away. I gasped loudly, staring between my pinkie and his.

“You can’t do that.”

He smirked, “I just did.”

“I am not romantically involved with Derek.” I blushed.

“Coulda fooled me.” He scoffed. I huffed.

“Okay, time for you to go. Goodnight Stiles.” I pushed him out the door and slammed it behind me. I leaned against the door and sighed. I wasn’t romantically involved with Derek, we just had a connection.

…

Maybe I was romantically involved. But could you blame me, he was my knight in shining armor twice. That was attractive. And he was far from ugly.

The next morning, I went downstairs and was surprised to see Uncle Noah in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Morning, I didn’t hear you come in last night.” I said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“That’s because,” He yawned, “I came in this morning.” He motioned to the table, “Sit, sit. Let me make you breakfast.” I sat at the table, pulling an apple out of the basket on the table. He placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of me.

I smiled up at him, “Thanks, Uncle Noah.” He nodded, sitting down with his own plate before eating. The few minutes were in silence, just chewing. I decided I should at least talk, make it seem like I was still scared that Michael would come back.

“I know you don’t want to bring up work at home, but is there any news on Michael?” He sighed through his nose, swallowing his bite of food.

“It’s okay. And I wish I had better news, but we still haven’t found anything.” He said. I nodded.

“It’s okay, I know you’ll find him.” Find his body? Maybe. But he was very much dead. The only thing I’m worried about now in the woods was the alpha werewolf and whether he wanted to make me lunch or one of them.

I was making my way out to get groceries when I saw Stiles Jeep whipping through the neighborhood. Being curious, I decided to follow, where I was led to Dr. Deaton’s office, the local veterinarian that Scott worked for.

“Is there a reason you’re driving like a bat outta hell?” I called, seeing Stiles get out.

“Oh great, you can help me carry him.” Stiles said, opening the back of the Jeep where Derek sat. He was pale, his eyes looked sunken in, and there was blood dripping down his hand.

“Jesus Christ.” I said, carefully helping Derek out of the Jeep. He grunted while Stiles and I helped him inside after Stiles unlocked the door with the spare key. Scott had gone to go find the bullet so that Derek could cure himself, he would have to steal from Kate Argent.

We brought him back into the operating area. I’m sure Stiles was chomping at the bit not to say something. Derek explained that he had been on the trail of the alpha when a hunter saw and shot him.

Stiles looked at his phone then Derek, “Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?”

Derek was leaning on the operating table, “It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.”

“Why?”

Derek looked from me to Stiles, “Cause I’m gonna die without it.” He said breathlessly. He took his jacket, then his shirt off to reveal the bullet wound in his arm which was bleeding, but the strangest thing was his veins around the wound were purple and crawling up his arm. I guess Monkshood must be deadly to werewolves, but then again, it is wolfsbane. Derek looked manic, he was getting warmer and sweat was dripping off of him in buckets. He looked around and grabbed an amputation saw. I grabbed a bowl filled with water and grabbed a couple paper towels. I wet the paper towels, and moving to touch his wounded arm, he pulled it away.

“Okay, if the Blue monkshood doesn’t kill you, an infection will. Let me help you.” I narrowed my eyes. He glared, his nostrils flared but he held his arm out. I lightly dabbed at it, careful not to apply too much pressure.

Stiles gagged when he saw it, prompting me to elbow his side, “Okay, you know, that really doesn’t look like anything, some echinacea and a good night’s sleep couldn’t take care of…?”

Derek swallowed thickly, “When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.”

“Positivity” just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?”

“Stiles!” I scolded.

“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time– last resort.” Derek grabbed an amputation saw from the table.

“Which is…?” Stiles asked.

“You’re gonna cut off my arm.” He rushed his words out, they slightly slurred together.

“Okay okay.” I grabbed the saw from his grasp and set it back down on a metal tray, “Let’s just be a little optimistic. Scott’s going to be here soon.” He glared at me, causing me to raise my hands in surrender. He grabbed a rubber tourniquet and tied it tightly around his arm with his teeth to stop any further movement.

Stiles held his arms out, “Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?”

“It’ll heal if it works.”

“If it works?!” I snapped, not believing that any of this was happening still.

Stiles sight, “Ugh. Look - I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!”

“You’re not afraid of blood. You don’t faint.” I said, confused.

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm!”

“All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I’m gonna cut off your head.” Derek glared.

“Derek.” I scolded.

Stiles shook his head, “Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any-” Derek grabbed him by the shirt collar and lifted him up, “Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I’ll do it. I’ll do it.” Derek dropped him and Stiles looked back at his arm, “What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?” His arm was oozing from the wound.

“It’s my body..” Derek breathed out, “Trying to heal itself.”

“Well, it’s not doing a very good job of it.” Stiles avoided his arm once again.

Derek grabbed the saw, holding it out to Stiles, “Now. You gotta do it now.”

“Look, honestly, I don’t think I can.”

“Just do it!” He shouted.

Stiles took the saw, “Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go!”

“I can’t watch this.” I covered my eyes with one of my hands, the other was on Derek’s uninjured arm. But like an angel’s voice, we heard Scott yelling for Stiles.

“Scott?” Stiles asked, looking at the frazzled teen who just ran through the clinic. I uncovered my eyes, still seeing Stiles with the saw pressed to Derek’s arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott asked, exasperated.

Stiles dropped the saw, “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.”

Derek stood up more without the help of the table but he was starting to wobble, “Did you get it?”

“What are you gonna do with it?” Stiles asked.

Derek swallowed thickly, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” His eyes fluttered shut, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor.

“Derek!” I shouted, grabbing his torso before he broke his skull open on the floor. When Derek had dropped, it had knocked the bullet out of Scott’s hand and it had rolled.

“No. No, no, no, no.” Scott pleaded as he watched the bullet roll and fall into the vent in the floor.

Stiles was down on the floor besides me, “Derek. Derek, come on, wake up.” He was tapping his cheek, “Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know! I can’t reach it.” Scott called from across the room.

“He’s not waking up!” Stiles said between his teeth, clearly in panic mode, but I wasn’t any better. I leaned my head down to his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat.

“His heart beats slowing down!” I called, I grabbed his shoulder, starting to shake him, “Come on, Derek, wake up!”

“Come on.” I heard Scott grunt.

“I think he’s dying. I think he’s dead!” Stiles looking back in Scott’s direction. I started to panic, shaking him harder. I can’t lose him. I can’t. No one else I care about is allowed to die.

“Just hold on! Come on.” Scott let out a restrained yell, then shouted “Oh! I got it! I got it!”

When Stiles heard that, he pushed me back and bowed his fist, “Please don’t kill me for this.” He swung and connected with Derek’s cheek, “Ugh! Ow! God!” He pulled his hand away, shaking it. Derek gasped and his eyes shot open, I helped Derek to feet and held his waist to steady him.

“Give me…” Scott gave Derek the bullet. He took the bullet between his teeth, and broke it open. He dumped the contents of it on the table. From his back pocket he pulled out a match book, he lit a match and dropped it on the contents. It burned quickly, an eerie blue flame. Once it went out, he pinched some of the ash in his fingers, then stuck his fingers in the wound. I winched and looked away.

“Ow, God.” Stiles gagged. But we all watched in amazement as the dark veins that had been growing up his arm disappeared. I was finally able to breathe properly, I let out a sigh of relief, back away and leaning against the wall. I placed a hand on my chest, feeling my heart slowly go back into rhythm.

“That - Was - Awesome! Yes!” Stiles cheered, throwing his arms up.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked.

Derek grumbled a bit, “Well, except for the agonizing pain.”

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” Stiles smiled, feeling accomplished. He probably just was relieved that he didn’t have to cut anyone’s arm off.

“Okay, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don’t, I’m gonna go back to Allison’s dad, and I’m gonna tell him everything-” Scott started his threat. Which meant that I was severely out of the loop.

“You’re gonna trust them?” Derek cut him off, “You think they can help you?”

“Well, why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are.”

Derek glared at him, the pain was back in his eyes, “I can show you exactly how nice they are.”

After the excitement was over, I decided to go to the Hale house to talk to Derek privately. I got there before him and waited for him in the driveway. I really shouldn’t have come unannounced. He would probably just tell me to get lost like he usually did. I was pulled out of my thoughts by his black Camaro pulling up beside my car. I got out as he did. Derek still looked pretty rough but his color was coming back to his skin.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine.” He said dismissively, walking towards his house. And we were back to this. Even after everything, it’s like our relationship reset itself every time we saw each other. I followed after him, hot on his heels.

“Why do you keep doing this?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

“Doing what?” He took his leather jacket off and hung it up.

“You and I, we talk, we get more comfortable with each other. I think I am finally getting through that shell of yours only for you to make another one.”

Derek turned to face me, “I don’t owe you any explanation. I am fine by myself.”

“No, you’re not.” I came closer to him, my face mere inches from his, “You’re not fine by yourself. I saw how you looked tonight when Scott brought up the Argents. You were hurt, and scared, and angry. You can’t just sit here in this house and pour yourself into finding this alpha, you’re going to kill yourself. You almost died today.”

“He killed my sister! He is killing people and now Kate Argent is back and she doesn’t follow the Code. She will do anything, no matter how awful it is, to murder my kind. She’s the reason my family is gone!” He barked back. I took a deep breath.

“I know you want justice for Laura. I do too. But you can’t do that if you’re dead. Is that what she would want? Her little brother dead trying to get revenge?” Derek avoided my gaze, looking through me more than at me.

“Derek.” I said softly, slowly bringing my hand up to his cheek. He inhaled sharply, becoming stiff under my touch.

I stood on my tiptoes to press my forehead against his and whispered, “This is selfish to say… but I can’t lose you too. I-I thought you were dead. You have to be more careful. Please.” His body became less rigid and he let out a shaky breath. He slowly brought his hand to my waist, the other sliding over my hand that rested on his cheek. In that moment, it felt like the whole universe stopped. It was only me and him. It was like our minds finally connected and our souls touched. There was silence, only the wind blowing softly through the trees.

“I can’t do this.” He whispered, closing his eyes.

“You can.” I laced my fingers with his against his cheek, “We can do it together.”

“I can’t let myself.” He opened his eyes again to meet mine, “When I’m with you I lose focus, you’re all I can think about. I get distracted from what I need to do. So I ignore you, treat us like it's nothing because I can’t open myself up again. Not after… not after what happened.” He was opening up, if not all the way, just a little. Derek had a good point. Finding the alpha and killing him was the only way to get justice for Laura. And if I was distracting him, maybe I should keep my distance. He clearly has been hurt terribly by someone, and hearing him bare his soul made me think about how to make it better. But what was I to do? My demons were killed, Derek deserved to destroy his own.

“Do you want me to go away?” My words were barely a whisper.

He licked his lips, “If I was allowed to be selfish, I would never let you go.” I took a deep breath, dreading the fact that I had to leave him.

“Okay.” I smiled, trying to ignore my burning tear ducts, “I’ll go home. And… I won’t come back unless you want me to.” I reluctantly slipped my hand out of his. But, I need one selfish thing if I was ever going to live with this. I leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. I pulled away, feeling his hand fall from my waist. I kept my eyes on the floor as I walked out of the Hale house, got into my car and drove away.

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hawkeyescoffee · 3 years ago

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A woman

Ship: Brienne of Tarth & Richard Horpe

Prompt: Bloodshed

Daily Randomized Prompts: 9/?

Summary: Losing was not an option. He was a knight and she just a woman.

Word Count: 374

Warning: none

Note: Posting these on my main blog until tumblr decides to show the fanfic one in the tags again.

Requests are open! Sent me a asoiaf/got ship and prompt!

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Their swords sung a fast and deadly tune as they met again and again. Attack followed attack as the other parried.

Ser Richard beheld the woman in front of him with a condescending sneer. Not only was Brienne of Tarth an insult to every noble woman should be representing, but she had the audacity to pursue duties reserved for men. On top of being a traitor to his King.

The woman had backed Renly the usurper and for that she should burn.

He could make her death a sacrifice for R’hllor, after showing her how miniscule her skill was against a real knight, if his King and Priestess agreed. He had been good enough to serve the King’s Guard after all and Lady Brienne was a woman who needed a husband to keep her in check and inherit her father’s lands.

(Maybe after humiliating her, he could marry her if she lived or could be given Tarth by the King if she lived. He would prefer Winterfell for his serves, but he feared the Snow boy had dissuaded Stannis of that notion.)

For a moment he was pleased with himself and his hypothetical Lordship. His breath came in white vapor and curled away from his sly smile. Tarth was a beautiful isle. His Lord brother would be going green with envy if Richards serves to the King brought him such honor…

He almost missed the quick steel aiming for his side and he just barley dodged it.

The woman was watching him, circling him, her pretty blue eyes sharp.

Right. Brienne of Tarth was maybe marly a woman, but she was not a half as bad as he pretended, she was. He knew boys who called themselves knights doing a way worse job. Still, she was in the wrong to be here.

Saving Arya Stark? She could queue right behind Jon Snow…

Playing as knight in shining armor when her father probably sat at home worrying for his heir?

Their swords met each other once more as the woman managed to push him back. One ill-advised step and suddenly steel buried itself into his shoulder and hot blood steamed in the cold northern air, while he grunted in pain.

He had lost to her.

#brienne of tarth #richard horpe #asoiaf #asoiaf fanfic #flash fiction

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t-tatsumaki · 5 years ago

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hello ! could I request Obi, Shinra and Arthur’s reactions (in headcanons!) where their crush stops by company 8 and drops off sweets for them as a token of their appreciation since they’re risking their lives to save other ppl☺️ oh! and maybe a little confession at the end? fluff pls !!

— My sweet sweet crush

pairings: obi x reader, arthur x reader, shinra x reader

warnings: none

A/N: for gods sake I LOVE IT SO MUCH seriously this made me go all fluff and soft help also I love when ppl makes Fire force request my babies need more attention

OBI AKITARU

he wasn’t expecting you to come to the company, and didn’t even expect that you would bring that basket full of sweets for him and some for his company mates

when you told him that you admired all his hard work and how he risked his own life for the well being of others, this made his heart beat so fast

his beautiful crush was telling him all this beautiful things, his cheeks got red at your words

so while Hinawa took the sweets to the kitchen while the others followed him, Obi took the opportunity to look at you

“You know what (y/n)? Since a long time I have been liking you, and probably you won’t accept my fee-” before he could even finish he feels your tiny arms wrap around his neck and your lips pressing against his.

What you two didn’t notice was that the whole company was looking how you two were kissing.

ARTHUR BOYLE

you always thought that Arthur was a really hard worker

defeating infernals must be a really though job

considering that you came up with the idea to make some sweets with a knight theme for him and some others for his company mates.

at first when you arrived you couldn’t find him, so you asked to Shinra if he saw him, he told you that he was on the office with Hinawa.

when you arrived you saw Arthur sitting on the fair with a dead look in his eyes, ‘probably that work was too much for his brain’ you thought

you called him,with hearing your voice Arthur seemed to be alive another time

his face got lighten up when he saw you with that basket full of sweets with knights theme

“Dear queen, you shouldn’t have done that, but as a King I have to accept this great gift”

Shinra beats him and takes some of the sweets before taking them to the kitchen for the others to eat it

it’s at this moment when Arthur realizes that this is the only chance that he has to confess his feelings towards you

“Now that we’re alone, I would like to say if you, the greatest goddess would accept the feelings of a mere human king knight?”

Your face at first was like ._.?

But then you catch the message “Of course I accept your feelings, would you accept mines too?” You asked, but he didn’t gave you an answer instead he hugged you like there was no tomorrow.

At the end, Arthur was always the knight in shining armor who you were waiting for.

SHINRA KUSAKABE

Shinra was always a blush mess whenever you were around him, and the same happened to you.

You always admired him for his determination for not only risking his life to save others, but also to almost lost his life trying to rescue his little brother from that black hole he was in

and because of this you wanted to show him how much you cheered up on him buying some of his favorite sweets. It took you a three hours queue for getting everything

so when you went to the company to give it to him, he couldn’t look at you, he seemed uncomfortable and nervous, and you thought that he didn’t like the present, so when you were about to leave

He grabbed your arm and looked right away to you, his face was red like a tomatoe and that smile that you always thought it was cute was now on his face

“Please don’t leave” he said to you

“I have been wanting to confess this to you, but it was really hard since everytime im around you I feel like my heart is going to explode. Probably you won’t reciprocate my feelings, but if I say this to you probably this heavy feeling would erase from my shoulders” he paused before continuing “I LIKE YOU A LOT (Y/N)-SAN PLEASE BE MY GIRLFRIEND” he said while bowing to you.

You had a shocked expression on you face, Shinra was confused, but an smile appeared on his face when he heard you “Yes, I like you too Shinra”

Meanwhile you two were like that, a bunch of pair eyes was watching the scene, while Iris was trying to wake up Hibana from her fainting state.

#fire force imagines #fire force scenarios #fire force headcanons #arthur boyle #arthur boyle x reader #arthur boyle headcanons #arthur boyle scenarios #obi akitaru #obi akitatu x reader #obi akitaru scenarios #obi akitaru headcanons #shinra kusakabe #shinra kusakabe x reader #shinra kusakabe scenarios #shinra kusakabe headcanons #enen no shouboutai #en en no shōbōtai

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 5 years ago

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HERE'S THE OFFICIAL ASK BABE, YOU CAN SAVE IT FOR NEXT WEEK BUT HIT ME WITH THE RONNIE GOODNESS. That boy has a serious sweet tooth (fight me it's my own canon) and I want to hear about the VERY MOMENT that it dawned on him that he can eat things off of us whenever he wants. ALLOW ME TO SET THE SCENE. Friday night. The Mandalorian is back for season two and you're both FUCKING STOKED. Ice cream sundaes. You have a little something on the corner of your mouth and he leans in to kiss it away. 💜

A/N: LET ME JUST SAY... THIS FIC GIVES ME ALL THE FUCKIN’ FEELS I COULD POSSIBLY HAVE AND I THINK IM IN LOVE WITH THIS ADORABLE NERD NOW... @millenialcatlady THANK YOU FOR PUTTING THIS NUGGET IN MY HEAD AND THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO RUN WITH WHATEVER I PLEASED AS FAR AS IT ALL GOES! I LOVE YOU MY MUSE AND I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS TAKE ON YOUR AMAZING ASK!🖤

Warnings: food play, pregnancy, pregnant sex, tit sucking, cowgirl style, DIRTY TALK (the good kind), slight breeding kink, stuffing/creampies, Use of the word Daddy but not in the kink way, absolute fluff, absolute smut, just pure marital bliss

(Text Thread)

Ronnie: Hey, honey. At the store picking up some things. Anything you want for dinner?

Y/N: Oh, babe, you read my mind. I would love some ice cream, chocolate sauce, cherries, the works… oh, and pickles!

Ronnie: LOL. Okay whatever you and my lil’ pumpkin want. I’ll be home in a little bit.

Y/N: We love you, daddy!

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You put the phone down to adjust your body on the couch, the further along you were getting, the harder it was to feel comfortable, let alone pretty. But Ronnie never failed to make you the happiest woman in the entire world. Always asking what you needed, rubbing every inch of your body when it ached, running baths to soothe you and your growing little one, and fucking you whenever you had the rush to eat him alive.

He always went out and got whatever you needed, even if it meant waking up from a dead sleep at four in the morning all because ‘the baby’ wanted some black olives that seemed to be missing from the pantry. He was so selfless that way and in every way. You thanked whatever entity over and over again that he and you had met at the diner that one day. Both ordering the same cheeseburger and milkshake for lunch, sitting across the way, shooting glances as his mouth devoured the meat like the carnivore he was, and then proceeding to do the same to you in his smart car not even thirty minutes later.

The both of you were inseparable at that point. Loving the same things, watching the same shows, eating the same foods. It was kismet in every single sense of the word and even more so when you found out that a carbon copy of you both was on the way.

You sat there, contemplating the last year, waiting for your knight in shining armor to arrive home with the good stuff, rubbing your protruding belly as your little girl flailed around like the deviant she was.

“I know sweetie,” you whispered to your bump, “daddy will be home in a little while,” glancing up as you heard the key turn in the lock.

“Hey, there ladies,” your grinning husband beamed as he saw you cuddled up on the couch waiting for him, “how’s my favorite girls?” he put the paper sack down and knelt between your legs, pulling your face to him with his large hands, kissing you with the sweetest effort he could muster.

“We’re good daddy,” you grinned, grabbing his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his shaven cheeks, admiring his soft pouted lips, “we missed you today.”

He sighed, bringing his hands to meet your bump, rubbing it to get his daughter’s attention, “I missed you girls too,” bending his head down to meet your clothed skin, kissing the baby, “So. Much.”

A series of flutters hit his hands as your daughter squirmed at his honeyed voice, “I think we’re slightly hungry, huh, baby girl,” he laughed as he felt more kicks pummel his fingers.

“God, yes we are,” you whined as he got up to pick up the sack and bring it to the kitchen, “comin’ right up ladies,” he smiled grabbing the stuff out of the bag and chuckling at your excitement when bringing the jar of dill pickles and a fork your way.

He kissed your forehead after taking the food, “I’m gonna make our sundaes after I get changed, okay honey?”

“Ronnie, I can make the food,” you said struggling to lift your body from your spot.

“Woah there mama,” he pushed you and your pickles back on the plush sofa, “I can do it. How about you queue up the show and put your feet up. I’ll rub ‘em when I sit down.”

“Honey I really wan-,”

“No,” he scolded, “you and my daughter relax while I get the menial tasks done that you shouldn’t bother yourself with. You’re the one doin’ all the hard work after all,” he grinned again, his glasses moving up his perfectly chiseled nose, displaying his precious dimples.

You prayed that your little girl would get those perfect features of his. The ambered eyes, the dark hair, the moles that littered his body. He was too damn perfect.

“Okay honey,” you sat back, balancing the jar on your belly as you shoved one pickle down your throat, rolling your eyes back into your head at the satisfaction of sustenance. He chuckled again, padding upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes as you got your weekly show ready for viewing.

He made his way down after changing into a pair of black joggers, and a grey t-shirt, the sight of him hopping down the stairs causing a warmth to radiate through your pussy. After a few minutes of cabinet opening, and fridge closing, he came into the room armed with the majestic concoctions he’d created for the both of you, grinning ear to ear at the sight of your doe eyes twinkling at the food.

“Babe,” you looked at him, “I love you so much, this looks amazing!”

“I thought you’d like all the fixings,” he grinned even wider, sitting down and handing your special sundae to which you located where the pickle jar had been.

He situated himself with an arm around you, and the sundae on his thigh, lifting the blanket you’d had over him so he could scoot even closer. After some rearranging, you pressed play on the show you’d decided on and devoured your ice cream as if you’d never had any your entire life.

Half an hour in you held the empty bowl, thinking about sitting up to put it on the coffee table. You started to strain up to put it there, when Ronnie noticed your movements before you could even put them to action, “honey, here,” gesturing his large hand to which you placed it in and he did the deed for you.

Sitting back after putting both bowls down, he threw his arm back around your shoulder, and the other to meet your belly, rubbing the spot as you laid your head between his neck. He looked down at the scene before him, smiling and kissing your crown, taking in the jasmine-scented shampoo that emanated from your gorgeous hair. Grinning yet again as he saw his unborn daughter writhe under his touch.

His eyes wandered to your plunging cleavage, where a stream of chocolate sauce had found its home. His eyes widened at the glimmer from it, thinking of how he’d love to cover you head to toe in the mixture and lick every single bit of it from your perfect skin. His loose cock straining in his joggers as he became restless at the thought of bending you over the couch and stuffing you fuller than you already were of him.

“Babe?” you looked up at his lust-blown eyes behind his glasses, “are you okay?” running your hand to brush his painful erection.

“What’s going on?” looking at him with concern, “do you need something?”

“Honey,” he calmly stared into your eyes, “I need to do something,” his lips fell into a pout.

“Okay?” you gestured, “what is it?”

“I need to fuck you,” he matter of factly said, gripping your belly with his hand.

Your lower stomach twisted in a knot, “o-okay babe, that’s fine with me,” you chuckled at his desperation.

“But I need to cover you,” he moved his hand to plunge in between your tits, the motion causing a gasp to leave your mouth, “with chocolate sauce,” he said showing you the amount that had found its way there in the first place.

You were fully on fire at this point, willing to let him cover you in anything he wanted to get him to fuck you good and hard.

“Get the bottle,” you gripped his forearm, pleading him to wreck you.

He jumped from the couch and ran to the kitchen to grab the large bottle of sauce, grinning like a fucking kid in a candy store. In the time he had grabbed it and run back, you were already completely undressed and sat upon the edge of the couch, tits, and belly protruding out as you arched your back towards him.

“Fuck, honey,” he beamed at your changed body, opening the bottle to drip it on your delicate skin, “you look fucking delicious,” watching the cascade of sweetness drip into the crevices of your breasts.

You sat there, completely dazed as your husband painted a mural on your tits, musing as he watched the chocolate cover your engorged peaches.

“Perfect,” he marveled, capping the bottle and setting it on the coffee table. He made quick to remove his shirt, displaying his thick body to which you shuddered at the sight.

“Suck my fuckin’ tits babe,” you mewled, falling to pieces as he brought his lips to your aching buds, sucking the life out of them as he situated himself between your legs kneeling before you on the couch again. His hands caressing your luscious pregnant curves, rubbing the sauce all over his face and your jugs.

“These fuckin’ tits,” he moaned, “they’re gonna be the death of me, honey,” removing his glasses as he devoured them, leaving no trace of chocolate as he finished his work.

He gazed at your blissed-out face, taking in the sounds you made and the way your lips parted as he made you fall apart over his gestures. His hand wandered down to your heat, feeling the wetness seeping out of your weeping cunt for him.

“So fuckin’ delicious,” he groaned, rubbing the skin with his middle finger.

“I want you to ride me, honey,” he begged with golden eyes.

You of course couldn’t resist his puppy dog pleading and made him lay back on the couch like the good boy he was.

“Take your pants of babe,” helping him undo his joggers as his large cock sprung free from its cage. Grabbing it in your soft hands and pumping it as he guided you onto his lap, your juicy thighs straddling either side of him. You let him help you guide your pussy to his tip, settling down as the shaft was covered by your walls as you sank down.

“Fuck, Ronnie,” you whined out, feeling every inch of him touch your fluttering pussy, “you make me feel so damn full babe.”

Undulating your hips on his lap, his hands gripping your sides with a bruising touch, rocking you back and forth on his body.

“Yeah, honey?” he panted, “you like bein’ all full of me don’t you?”

Thrusting up into your cunt, knocking on your tight cervix, releasing a piercing moan from your open mouth.

“Goddammit!” you screamed speeding up your motions, “I fucking love it so much!”

Your tits bouncing at his gyrations, your belly on display, it was almost too much for your poor husband. Your walls began to clench around him, signaling your orgasm, to which he moved his left hand down towards your throbbing clit. Rubbing tight little circles as he watched you unravel in front of him for the millionth time that night.

“That’s it, honey,” he growled, “fucking cum all over my cock. You know you want to.”

Watching your face look down at him, screaming for release, “I wanna cum on your big cock babe!”

“Fuck Y/N,” his eyes went wide as your pussy released its sweet nectar, causing his pulsations to quicken.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he gritted his teeth as you were rag-dolled on his thighs, sweat beading up on his forehead as he watched you grip your aching tits whining and moaning like a whore on his thick cock splitting you in half.

“Stuff me full babe!” you cried out, rubbing your sensitive nipples, as he slammed your hips harder with his. He let out a feral growl as his dick twitched inside you, releasing his potent seed into your sopping hole. He pumped up and down slowly, watching the mixture began to seep out, only to have this bright red cock push it back in with a squelch and a groan.

You both took some deep breaths, stilled in position, still gripping your tits as his hands left your hips to grip your bump, “you girls okay?” coming out of his haze in concern.

“Yes babe,” you laughed moving to get off his lap to be more comfortable, “we’re just fine, I promise,” patting his blushing chest as he tried to control his pulse while helping you get into position. He sat up, grabbing your t-shirt from the ground as well as his, helping you place it back on, kissing every inch of your face and neck as he did so.

“I love you, Y/N,” he grinned, pulling your face to his in a searing kiss as your fingers found his loose strands, pushing them back as your tongues danced over each other.

You pulled off, gazing into the swirl of his ambered eyes, still petting the baby hairs that had stuck to his face, “I love you too babe.”

At that moment, your daughter made her presence known again, sandwiched in between your sweat covered bodies. Ronnie brought his large hand to meet your over your belly, “she’s gonna be mad at us all night now, huh?” he laughed, rubbing on the spot where her little foot was poking in and out.

“Ya,” you agreed, “I’m gonna be up all night with her I think,” putting your other hand over his and kissing his cheek as you both sat back into the embrace of the couch.

Leaning down to press his lips to your bump, “pumpkin you’d better not give your mama any grief tonight,” he pecked a few times, rubbing his thumb over the flutters erupting, “she needs to sleep just as much as you do baby girl.”

Your hands rubbed the back of his head as he nuzzled on your belly, cradling it as he shushed your squirming little one. The sounds of his hushing lulling you to sleep in the light of the tv playing the show you’d both been neglecting.

After a few minutes of rubbing and cooing, he lifted his head to look at your sleeping form, admiring the way your face looked so peaceful in the white light of the tv. He kissed your forehead, gripping under your knees and back, lifting your dead weight into his hulking body. He sauntered up the stairs, carefully moving you out of the way of sharp objects and corners as he found your shared bedroom. He placed you gently on the bed, making sure you were on your side, and grabbed the body pillow you’d worn out over the last few months of its purchase.

He placed it just so it supported the baby, and your aching body, watching as you closed in on its plushness, sighing in relief when you’d relaxed on it. He stared in the dim light of your bedside lamp in total adoration of you, noticing the baby moving in your body as you quietly snored.

He bent down once more to kiss the appendage poking out, “go to sleep baby girl,” he whispered on your skin, “mama and I love you to the moon and back, pumpkin,” kissing it again and then moving up to you.

“Goodnight honey,” he whispered into your ear, kissing it at softly as he possibly could, “I love you more than life itself.”

He switched the lamp off, and slid into his side of the bed, enveloping himself around you, cradling his baby. Letting out a heavy sigh as he let the sweet sounds of your snores lull him to sleep.

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I. AM. A. FUCKIN’. PUDDLE.

IF ANYONE NEEDS ME IM BURYING MYSELF ALIVE BECAUSE IVE DIED OVER THIS ONESHOT. I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH.

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

#ronnie peterson smut #ronnie peterson x reader #ronnie peterson x female reader #ronnie peterson #the dead dont die #ronnie peterson fluff #tw pregnancy #tw pregnancy kink #adam driver #adam driver fan fiction #adam driver fanfic #my writing #adam driver one shot #ronnie peterson oneshot

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sou-ver-2-0 · 5 years ago

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Some thoughts about Shin and Alice, and the darker side to their relationship

Last night when I was looking through my queue for Alice-centric fanart to push to the top for his birthday, I realized I had a lot of Shinalice posts in there. It got me thinking about how part of the appeal of their dynamic--and the desire to see them have a friendship or a romance--is the “knight in shining armor saves the damsel in distress” aspect of their backstory. So far, they haven’t discussed this with each other, but as fans we know that Alice murdered Shin’s abuser Original Sou, thus “saving” Shin. A typical happy ending for this kind of story, after the knight slays the dragon, is for the knight and the princess to get together.

But something I’ve been thinking, is wouldn’t it be more interesting if it were more complicated than that?

When Original Sou died, Shin’s life wasn’t automatically “fixed” and “happy.” He lost one set of problems, only to be replaced with a different set of problems. It’s easy to imagine Sou telling Shin that he was worthless without him, and Shin internalizing this. Shin lost his abuser but he also lost his closest friend, and he didn’t have the resources to move forward and process his feelings in a healthy way.

This is moving into more headcanon-territory, but it would be especially heartbreaking if Shin was financially dependent on Sou, and then he lost that security too. Then he would have had to transition to being financially dependent on his parents instead, which would have been painful and humiliating.

Anyway, lately I’ve been imagining a scenario in Chapter 3 where it comes out that Alice accidentally killed Hinako in his First Trial by leaving her to die. And then Shin has an outburst like, “Isn’t that typical of you! Stupidly ripping apart people’s lives without thinking about the consequences!”

There’s a part in the bongos side quest in Chapter 2 when Alice tells Sara about his guilt for the murder, and how he wishes to atone for how his actions harmed people. He says that he wishes to help his own family, but he also says--in a line that I found very moving--that he wishes to help the “victim’s family” as well.

...I am... / ...not a person who asks selfish things. / I intended to atone for my crime...! For the victim's family!! And for my own...!!

Alice’s “own” family is Reko, who was heartbroken by the murder. But who is the “victim’s family,” if not Shin?

I think it would be very interesting if Alice and Shin could have a discussion about this. I’m always very interested in stories that deconstruct the “knight in shining armor saves the damsel in distress” trope. Such a discussion could easily lead to more tragedy, with Alice despairing over the unintended consequences of his actions, while Shin becomes more hardened.

But, we can also imagine these two men pulling through in a more positive way, with Alice committing to the path of redemption and taking advantage of his chance to help “the victim’s family” at last. Perhaps Shin could also start to move forward healthily if he learned to see Alice as a genuine friend, something he has desperately needed all his life.

I think that would be a cool fanfiction anyway, to give Alice a chance to be a real hero that way.

Happy birthday to YTTD’s trans king.

#alice yabusame #shin tsukimi #sou hiyori #sou and alice #your turn to die spoilers #personal #mine #headcanons #happy birthday alice #your turn to die #yttd #kimi ga shine #In other news #It's a holiday weekend so I'm excited to have more time to finally answer folks questions!! I'll get started on those as soon as I can :)#But I felt inspired to write something for Alice real quick #decided to put in the real tags for now...why not

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espresseo-cafe · 5 years ago

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fool | johnny | oneshot

pairing: swimmer!johnny x sprinter!femreader

coffee type: syrup w/ a little corretto

bean count: 2k+

a/n: aghh can’t believe i didn’t have this on queue & i was waiting for feedbacks like a fool 🤦🏻‍♀️ hahah anyway, this was long overdue, sorry for the delayy! enjoy your coffee my lovely beans! 📖☕️

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“bro!” johnny tilted his head away from his phone, the loud voice of his friend ten deafening his ears. he had just finished his late night swimming practice with hyunwoo and chanyeol, the preliminaries just around the corner. “we need your help!”

johnny frizzled his wet hair with a towel, little droplets prickling his eyes as he struggled to wear his flip flops. “with what?”

“your runner best friend y/n is on the loose, i think she’s been drinking a little too much.” ten said, looking at your more-than-tipsy state at the club he was in, pitying at how you’ve been letting yourself drunk with alcohol since your boyfriend of almost two years called it quits.

the tall boy exhaled air from his nose as if he heard the same old story over and over for the past months. well he did, and he was fed up with it. “she’s grieving over it, let her be.”

the groans of ten’s voice stopped johnny from ending the phone call, “it’s been a year! she should be over it.” he saw you standing on a table, cheers from people heard. “i’m begging you john, everyone knows that you’re the only one who can control her. she only listens to you.”

johnny slung his bag behind his back, hyunwoo giving him a teasing smile. “whatever, i’m not taking her. just make sure no other guy takes her away, keep an eye on y/n.”

ten scoffed after drinking a shot glass of mojito, the music blasted around the club was loud enough to mute his voice. “dude, the only guy bringing her home is you. just hurry up.”

“damn you sound like my nagging aunt.” johnny put his phone in his pocket, finally noticing his fellow swim team members. “what are you two snickering at?”

his friends looked at each other, they didn’t know whether to tell him the obvious or not, but this friend of theirs could be so slow at things. chanyeol patted the younger one’s back, “you keep telling ten that you won’t get y/n when we all know at the end of the day, you would.”

“you’re her knight in shining armor, as always. come on, we’ll bring you to club neo.” hyunwoo agreed, taking his keys out as they approached his newly bought car.

the swim club was quite a ride away from where you were at. the man-made stars beaming the night sky indicated the night wasn’t that early anymore. looking out of the window, johnny had that idea of protecting you, eversince you were stalked by unknown men outside of university. because of that, his mom and your mom made a deal that he would keep an eye on you. sometimes, you had that tendency of loosening up too much, he was even surprised you rejected guys who tried to make a move on you while you were tipsy. actually, those were stories he had heard from ten, because he had never seen you drunk in person, just yet.

the moment the bustling movement of university students under the loud music came to sight, it didn’t take long for johnny to find you. to be honest? he didn’t like clubbing, the smell of sweat and drinking alike reeked and hurt his nostrils. but mostly he didn’t like it when he saw you; his best friend, who didn’t like clubbing as well, all unknowingly drunk and swaying to music the dj played.

he didn’t care about the scoffs and stares he got from people close by that he didn’t notice the alert reactions on their faces when he and the swim team were in their presence. he only thought of getting to you immediately.

taking your hand into his, he whispered to your ear, “y/n, let’s go home. you’re drunk.”

you flicked your head towards your best friends’ voice, the sweet honey tone dancing through your ears. “ah johnny! you made it on time! let’s party~”

as much as johnny found it sad that you chose to grieve in the terms of alcohol instead of having heart-to-heart talks with him like you both always did, he couldn’t deny the fact that he found you quite cute and hot while tipsy.

“y/n, people are staring. you know you’re a daughter of a professor at uni so don’t make this any more embarrassing for your mom.” he pulled you close to him, his hands holding your waist tightly so that you wouldn’t attempt to escape from his grasp.

your droopy eyes managed to look at the people around you before looking back at johnny with a slurred smile, “but i.. like the attention.” taking his hand and twirling yourself under it. “i just wanna dance with you~”

“i do too but i’d rather we go home for now, okay?” he said as he took the glass of vodka away from you. “you’re drunk.”

“wha? i’m not drunk, john.. i’m completely sober.” you patted his face while he led you out of the club, taking his keys out of his pocket. good thing he decided to park his car just close by earlier today. he had a feeling you’d be stopping at club neo the third time this week.

he fastened your seatbelt, letting out a small chuckle when you said you loved roller coasters. “you’re completely wasted, y/n.”

somehow he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, worrying that you could be throwing up in his lemon scented car any time now. however he knew that that wasn’t the main reason. he liked the look you had now; hair slightly curled, your dress showed off your curves, your dashing eyes, and plumped lips. he even thought that your cheeks were burning up despite the dimmed lighting in the vehicle.

johnny held you by the waist, guiding you so you wouldn’t stumble. he unlocked your studio apartment and you immediately rushed to your bed. “i feel hot, johnny.”

he threw you a set of pajamas before opening a bottle of water. “go change, you reek of alcohol.”

“but i’m tired!” you whined, “you do the changing.”

“i may want to but my mama didn’t raise an indecent man.” he pulled you up, “now go change.”

“damn you sound like my nagging aunt.” you sighed, and johnny choked during drinking, coughing vigorously. a dash of pink rushed through his cheeks.

you two really are best friends.

“fine i’ll change..” you blinked several times and lazily took your clothes off, johnny choked the second time round and almost let out a splash, disgustingly swallowing the water while half of it went through his nose. you turned to him with heated cheeks from the heavy drinking. “are you drowning, john?”

johnny coughed out loud and beated his chest with his hand. “sprayed- i sprayed my nose. do you mind changing in the bathroom?”

you glared at him, “this is my apartment you twat, if you had the decency, you’d care to turn around.”

“okay, okay. i will.” he raised his hands as he did so. “just tell me when you’re done.”

it took you three minutes or so. the ruffling of clothes was so awkward for him to hear. once you were done, johnny threw the bottle away and tugged on his tank top.

“i’ll take my leave, y/n.” he turned towards the door when he felt a tug on his clothing.

“stay.”

“hm?” johnny looked down at you, tears streaming down your face. “y/n, what’s-“

you didn’t answer, you just sniffed, the creases on johnny’s shirt becoming visible. it was an instinct for him to reach out and embrace you in a hug. he felt bad he didn’t notice or pay attention that you were hurting. it was either that, or you actually had a trait of an emotional drunkard. “a penny for thoughts?”

“nothing.”

johnny curled his tongue, “then why do you want me to stay?”

“i don’t wanna be alone.”

johnny didn’t let go of you, his large hand caressing the back of your head gently. “okay, i guess i’ll stay in for the night.”

you both laid in bed, not saying a word or two. merely just the presence of johnny was more than enough to keep your secured. you were sobering up, the alcohol didn’t really sink into your system after all. it was good, at least you wouldn’t have a bad hangover the next morning.

“what was the reason for you to be at club neo?” johnny broke the silence, making you turn to him.

you sighed, facing him. “i was losing myself. my issue with seonghwa took quite a toll on me.”

johnny scoffed hearing your ex’s name, “quite? you were a mess. actually you still are.”

“he owed me a large amount of cash for that stupid sports car, i was such a fool for falling for a guy like him.”

“yeah you were.”

you chuckled softly. “mhm-“ your phone rang, showing seonghwa’s name on the screen. sitting up straight away, you felt stars in front of your eyes of the sudden movement. johnny could read the lines very easily, immediately taking your phone away before you could even reach it. “johnny what are you doing? give me my phone back.”

“no.” he said sternly, recalling the stupid guy who treated you like trash, “that guy doesn’t deserve your time and energy. it’s been a year. why would he call you out of the blue?”

“i don’t know. just let me talk to him, then i’ll know.” you reached for your phone, only to have johnny raise his hands higher. perks of having long, muscly arms, obviously. you managed to have your phone again, going to stand up to answer.

johnny pursed his lips together, pulling your waist back down to your bed. his strength was no match for you, you whined when he pinned his hands on your wrists as he hovered above you. “if you answer your phone, you’ll be more than a fool to fall for him the third time.”

your eyes squinted at him. “did you really have to point out the number of times-“

“yes so that you’ll snap out of it.” he stared back at you.

“well make me.” you rolled your eyes as sarcastically challenged him. your nose flaring a bit. “my phone’s right here, i could answer-“

warmth. your lips were met with softness, heat from one passed on to you. a kiss from johnny made your heart uncontrollably panic and your eyes enlarged with the intimate gesture, dropping your phone on the floor. you regretted to have move your wrists in attempt to stop him, only to have him tightening his grip.

he continued to kiss you as if he was waiting for a response. you and johnny have had a romantic restraint in your friendship in the past year or more. he asked if you felt a spark, you said you weren’t sure. he did too. and the later confusion stopped you both to press on for a trial in dating; that you looked love in the wrong places. johnny dated your roommate in year 1, and you dated seonghwa. but that didn’t change the fact that feelings for one another still lingered within.

that was how you both were feeling as we speak.

and actually you lied, you were over seonghwa long ago, you were just dreading on the fact he hasn’t paid you back fully.

so you gave in. the hidden feelings you had for johnny finally came forth that you felt him smiling in the kiss. he let go of your wrists and his free hand held your sides, deepening the kiss that it was passionate, at least for him. you tugged at his sleeveless shirt before holding his toned muscles as he let go.

“there’s a real reason i was at club neo.” you admitted, breathing huge breaths. “i was in self-denial that i was always in love with you. even before seonghwa.”

“and if you answered me first than you did to him, you’d know how much big of a fool i’ve been to fall for you all this time.” his voice deep as he catches his breath.

you held in a smile, biting your lower lip. “i guess we’re both fools then. should i answer you more?”

johnny mirrored your expression, looking at your lips then to your eyes.

“i don’t see why not.”

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charlie-sloane-art · 5 years ago

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The Fair Play 2

Summary: You’re about to leave for the funeral at Hightower, but first you need to revisit the past and make things right.

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Reader x Oberyn Martell

It turns out, your dear Caspian was loved by many in the capital. He took the hearts of many and enchanted twice as much. It infuriated Cersei to know that her dear kingly boy’s wedding would have to be postponed in order to account for half the missing guests that would be on their way back from Hightower, in the Reach.

The funeral procession would take a few weeks to reach the city by the southern coast and from there the actual funeral would last another week- the Hightowers had it in mind to remind everyone what their dearest second son meant to everyone. Regardless of their efforts, you knew what he meant to you, and no one else could say the same. He had been your heart, the everlasting flame in your chest.

That wasn’t to say the pain wouldn’t subside and leave a space for the massive ache of vengeance. That massive ache came one sunny afternoon as you packed to follow the procession. A letter slipped from your trunks, a letter you had meant to read but gotten sidetracked from when Caspian had grabbed your hand and kissed it, pulling you in with a whisper of “My love, leave the reading to those with nothing better to do. I’ve got so much more planned for us today.” You had let the red stamped letter go and had forgotten about it until now.

Breaking the Lannister seal on it, you shook your head “Of course you would have distracted me from a letter from Tywin Lannister.” Your stomach churned. Had it been important? Surely you hadn’t accidentally caused a misstep. Surely if it was important enough Tywin would have followed up in person.

The letter read: “Here’s to you finding this letter in good spirits and health. Lady Mormont, I have a most auspicious proposal for your likeness. It serves us both well for you to hear it out. My son, Jaime, is- as you know- quite fond of you. And now with the lack of his sword hand, I am afraid for his ability to continue serving appropriately in the service of our King. I would not be a responsible Hand of the King if I did not entertain the notion of his dismissal from such a role. My solution is simple: I shall offer you the Ladyship of Casterly Rock. In exchange, you marry my son and become the richest woman in Westeros and my son has reason to retire from the service of the White Cloaks, and so there I would have a proper heir to Casterly Rock and the Lannister fortune, so that I too may retire in good standing. I hope you will consider this offer. Your obedient servant, T. Lannister.” The letter was dated for the day before Caspian had taken his fall. Of course. You knew something must’ve been wrong when the talented man you had seen spar countless times on a balance beam took such an obvious fall. Caspian could stand on a razor’s edge and not tip over. And there was no proof left of anything but a fall when his body was found, so any accusations of a most foul deed would be difficult to prove if not impossible. “Stop it.” You murmured to yourself, taking a step away from the letter that rested on the valise on your bed. “You’re grieving. Nothing more.” Surely these were the subconscious machinations of a mind so bent on grief it was trying to weave itself a most distracting web of conspiracies. But, maybe not. You were sure to tuck the thought in the back of your mind for after the funeral. Perhaps someone there may know more than they let on and so weave your web further.

Before your departure, there were a few wrongs you had to make right, or at the very least address. “Brienne,” You found yourself knocking on her door before your departure from King’s Landing. No response followed your inquiry “Brienne, open up. I know you’re-”

“I’m not in there.” Her voice spoke behind you.

“Oh. Well, don’t I look foolish.” You smiled uneasily, pacing on your feet.

“Yes, you do. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She tried to brush past you but you intercepted. Brienne could be a gentle giant when she wanted, and let you block her path.

“I ought to apologize.”

“Yes, you should.” Brienne straightened her spine and you took her queue.

“I apologize for lying to you about my pregnancy. I was never pregnant, in fact Jaime never so much as touched me before you found us in the woods.”

“And after?”

You shook your head “I haven’t come to talk about men with you. I’ve come to apologize before our paths diverge. In any case, you will make sure he’s alright?”

“Yes, my Lady.”

“Please, Brienne, you know me better than that.”

“Yes, Y/N.”

It made you smile, her admittance to familiarity “Take care, Brienne. I want to see you after the funeral in good health.”

“There’s just one thing I don’t understand.” She took your hand and you realized how gentle her touch was, a conscious choice of movement.

“Yes?” Your voice quietened, meeting her blue gaze.

“How were you so sure the lie would work?”

“Sending a young woman to be executed for treason, that would keep you up at night for only a day or so.” You shrugged “But, you have the heart of a true knight, Brienne. Sending an innocent child to the Stark executioner with its mother...it wasn’t your style. I could read it the second we met.” You walked closer to her and leaned on to your tiptoes to reach your lips against her cheek “Take care, Brienne the Good Hearted.”

“And you, my friend.” You could tell she didn’t want to sound as weepy as she did.

“I hate to prolong a good-bye, but have you seen Lady Sansa anywhere?”

“She keeps to herself in the godswood lately.”

“Perfect. Two birds, one stone.” You left Brienne with another kiss, missing her cheek and landing on her chin instead “I better to see you again, Brienne of Tarth.”

“On most accounts, it’s apparently very hard to miss me.”

Your smile widened “And now she grows a sense of humor.”

“Forgive my tardiness, my Lady.”

“You’re more than forgiven for it, my Lady.” You hugged her tightly, trying to fit your arms around her body but being unable to.

You found Sansa where Brienne said she would be: in the godswood. She wasn’t praying, she’d given up the practice long ago. Instead, she was reading. That was until you stepped on a branch and the crack of it breaking underfoot made her look up at you “Oh no, not you.” Sansa shook her head, biting her bottom lip. If there was one person who could accost her in the godswood to the gods of the north, it would be the only other northerner in King’s Landing: you.

“Sansa,” You began but she stood up abruptly

“I don’t wish to speak with you.”

“Well, I do.”

“I don’t want to hear whatever excuses you have.”

“I have none. Sansa, I am not here to be forgiven. I do not expect your forgiveness, nor do I deserve it.” You approached her like you would a wary doe.

She paused, looking at her once-close friend up and down “What is it you want, then?”

“I wanted to see you. Sansa, I have missed you so much.” You sat down on one of the giant roots of the godstree, making room for your fair ginger-haired friend.

“You have?” She sat down, carefully, with enough distance to observe you.

“Yes. I miss our tea parties and our sewing competitions. I miss...I miss pretending to be each other’s princes in shining armor.” Had Sansa, only a year and a half younger than you, been the one to instill this idea that led to your enamoration of Caspian? Perhaps, but you couldn’t blame the poor girl. “I miss our conversations that stretched late into the night and I miss our revenge plots against your brothers.” You trailed off “Sansa, I am so sorry for your loss.”

“Robb would’ve cut your head off.” She spoke quietly about her late brother.

“Yes.”

“So why did you do it?” Her big blue eyes finally met yours and relief washed over you.

“I-” What could you say? That you were running away from a fate crueller than death and on the way decided to liberate the most valuable prisoner of war your ward-family had for your own protection? Suppose you could try “They were going to marry me off to a Karstark. Robb wouldn’t let me have a say in it. It was to keep the peace.”

“And you broke the peace.”

“Wouldn’t you?”

Sansa looked back down at her lap and that’s when you took her hand that rested on her knee. She spoke your name in a hushed warning.

“It’s alright. No one is here but us. No one is watching.”

“Someone is always watching.” Sansa looked up and around the still woods.

“You’re a Lannister now. No one would dare hurt you.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Tyrion’s not a bad man, Sansa.”

“He is if he’s one of them.”

“I doubt he had as much a say in being ‘one of them’ as you did.” Sansa turned to look at you for the comment and pulled her hand away.

“You have no idea what it has been like.”

“No, I don’t.” You turned, shifting to be closer to her “And for that loneliness, I am sorry.”

“Just leave.” She sighed, dejected.

“Sansa,-”

“Leave me alone.”

She flinched away from your touch when you leaned over to kiss the side of her head. “Please,” You whispered to her “Please send a letter. Even if you have nothing to say. Even if you believe it is stupid. I want to hear from you, Sansa.” You left her with those words hanging in the air.

On the return to your bedchambers where your valise sat waiting with the two only other dresses you owned, you saw a familiar face dressed in burgundy leather and riding pants “Jaime?”

He turned on his heel in front of your locked door and took in the sight of you “Rough day, Cubby?”

“Apparently.” You rolled your eyes at his comment “Are you here to send me off?” Your heart tugged at the idea of a permanent separation.

“No, actually. I’m here to escort you to Hightower.”

“Really?” The feeling in your chest elevated.

“Yes. Turns out, neither Queen nor King need me as much as I thought they did. I am free to go.”

You paused, suspicions rising “You’re not wearing the white cloak.”

“I have no more use for it.”

“What does that mean?”

“I was dismissed from my post last night. No one wants a one-handed knight, it would seem.” Jaime avoided his gaze on you. It was peculiar, you thought. At the same time that you had become single and available, the King had dismissed Jaime and made him free to be Lord of Casterly Rock. Perhaps it was a coincidence.

“Cubby, are you alright?” “Hm? Oh, yes, I’m fine. I’m glad we won’t be separated.”

Jaime smiled widely “Me too.” Was he in on this plot as well? Only one way to know.

“I finally read your father’s letter.” You spoke as you opened your door and let him into your quarters.

“My father sent you a letter? That’s...awfully formal of him. What did the letter say?”

“He offered you up.” You sighed as if it wasn’t a big deal “Like the juiciest mutton at the feast.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“He Cersei’d you.”

“And that means?”

“Jaime,” You scoffed a laugh “He proposed I marry you as a reward for my returning you.”

Jaime’s only thought was “Did he ask Brienne too?”

“Thank you for the vote of confidence.”

“No, I mean...I don’t understand. I should find my own bride now that I am Lord of Casterly Rock,-”

“Warden of the West? I guess not. You still have dear old dad to contend with it seems.” There was a pause as Jaime looked down at the breakfast table you had made a shrine on. “What did you respond?”

“I didn’t.”

“Why not?” He spoke carefully, tactical thinking, diplomacy, and careful consideration, not really his strong suit.

“Because the letter came a day before Caspian’s fall.”

His head snapped up, eyes meeting yours immediately ��Surely you can’t be insinuating,-”

“I insinuate nothing.” You put your hands up, sitting on your trunk “I simply state mere facts.”

Jaime dismissed the matter entirely, still reeling “I can’t believe he would do this to me.”

“He did it to Cersei, to Tyrion. It was only a matter of time before he did it to you.” You reached over and plopped a grape into your mouth from the bowl of fruits behind your makeshift shrine. “On the bright side, my dearest,” You smiled crookedly at him “now you know how it feels.”

“Well, it’s not the same.” He denied it, sitting across from you.

“How so?”

“You didn’t like the Karstark boy.”

“No. I didn’t want to marry the Karstark boy. He was perfectly fine as a human being.”

“Exactly. You didn’t want to marry him.”

“And where’s the difference, then?” You hummed, oblivious.

Jaime spoke before thinking “There.”

You sputtered “What?”

Jaime’s face grew red and he stood up, biting his cheek near bloody “I suppose if I had to marry anyone I could do worse than you.”

“You said,” You stood with him “the difference is I didn’t want to marry him. And you do? You want to marry me?”

Jaime took a deep breath, his eyes darting around the ceiling. Why did his clothes feel as heavy as his old armour? “Yes.”

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amadwomanrambles · 5 years ago

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Hi there, I'm new but I really love yourp writing! I have a request if I may. I love Kylo and Hux fighting about who 'gets' the reader. The reader gets tired of their bickering so leaves but is then harrased/attacked. Her knights in shining armor come to the rescue. Thank you so much!

A/N: Thank you so much, I appreciate it a lot! Yessssss more of mah boiiiiis. They can argue over me all they want and then we’d have a threesome...whoops, did I say that out loud??? Anyway, enjoy this little drabble!

Raised voices could be heard from outside the doors to the Supreme Leader’s office, personal matters literally oozing into the hallway for anyone passing by to hear.

And it was all about you.

“You don’t give a damn about her! You just come around knocking to see when she’s ready to have you fuck her!” Hux shouted.

“Oh, and you do? You take her away and spoil her with riches and trinkets as if that’s what she wants?” Kylo shouted back in response, pointing a finger at the General.

“Because that is what she wants! She deserves the whole goddamn Galaxy if I could give it to her!”

“And you think you could? I am the Supreme Leader! I have the whole galaxy in my fingertips and I can give it all to her,”

They had continued to argue as you awkwardly stood not far from them. It was hard to come between them when they argued, because at some point it was going to get violent and the last thing they needed was you being hurt and them blaming one another all over again.

You covered your ears; you had enough of this. You turned on your heel and left the room, not caring where you went. You took your ship to the nearby planet and went to the cantina to get yourself a drink.

The bartender handed over your drink and you took your seat in the corner booth. It was in the dark; a nice spot to just take your drink and relax in your solitude. It was short lived, however, as someone took a seat next to you.

“Well hello there, pretty thing...what are you doing all alone in a place like this?” the man said, brushing away a few stray hairs that were on your face.

“I was quite enjoying my time alone, thank you very much,” you said sternly as a queue for them to back off.

There wasn’t enough time to react as the man went to pin you down onto the booth; you groaned as you strained against his weight. “Let’s see what you have under all that, shall we?” He smirked as he started to make his way down your suit in an attempt to undress you.

Then suddenly ... a hum.

Then a red light.

The body that had pinned you down was now dead weight, smoke rising from the lightsaber wound.

You looked up to see Kylo Ren and General Hux there before you. Kylo reached forward to toss the dead body off to the side as Hux pulled you up into a hug.

“You’re lucky I sensed that you were gone, otherwise it would have been much worse,” Kylo said, jaw clenched.

You had pulled away from the hug to turn to Kylo, “Maybe if the two of you stopped arguing over me then all of this wouldn’t have happened,”

Kylo and Hux looked at one another and then back at you with sad eyes, realizing that it was their fault. You smiled softly and kissed both of them one at a time, “In any case, I am grateful you both came to my rescue. Let’s get back to the ship and sort this all out, shall we?”

The idea perked both the men’s interests; perhaps it was best to handle it like adults and not like how they were arguing like children earlier.

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fatherlyssa · 6 years ago

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only exception ED

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[1k +]

it had happened again. the yelling, the screaming, the insults- they were being tossed around the room like confetti. this was the usual routine for your parents. it had been going on for the past two years, but never this bad.

glass was shattered from a flower vase your mother had aimed for your father’s head. only missing by a couple of inches.

you were sitting on your bed, your knees pulled up to your chest. your sleepy eyes were staring directly at your locked door knob. you loved both of your parents and never in a million years would you think they would hurt you in any physical way, but with the way the fights had been going you began to worry. you worried that maybe the yelling wouldn’t be enough for one of them and they would need some other form of releasing the penned up aggression.

you reached for your phone on the bedside table. your fingers punched in the number from muscle memory. you didn’t even have to think about it.

his voice was rough and gravelly and you were worried you had woken him up, but it was only 8 o’clock at night. he never went to bed until at least midnight or even later.

“hello..”

“ethan,” as if on queue, your mother started yelling a string of curse words. you didn’t even need to explain yourself any further to your best friend.

“i’ll be there in ten.”

in the span of ten minutes, you tugged on a pair of old black sweatpants that had paint splatters on them from when you re-did your bedroom a couple years ago. along with a hoodie that belonged to ethan from when he first got on the wrestling team freshman year. the hoodie would not fit him now even if he tried.

you did what you usually did and snuck out your window. the home was only one story so it wasn’t like you were jumping to your death by leaving from it.

the familiar white jeep with accented red markings was parked on the corner. it was like your white horse and carriage. with your knight in shining armor sitting in the driver seat.

you climbed into the front seat and buckled up silently. when you were around ethan you never needed to speak really. it was like he could read your mind. which was really convenient most of the time because you’re not one to openly talk about your emotions. but neither is ethan so he understands.

“grayson and i got this new game for the Xbox.” he started, reaching over and placing his hand on your knee. it was something he did to almost comfort you in a way.

he wasn’t good with his words but he was good with getting your mind off of things.

“what is it?” your voice came out hoarse and it was most likely from the crying you had done before ethan arrived to save you.

“it’s this racing game..”

he continued on explaining the game as he drove towards his home. you had picked up his hand in yours, playing with his fingers as he spoke. he didn’t mind as he continued to sneak glances at you as he drove. as he pulled up to a red light, he watched you carefully. he watched as you grabbed at his fingers, pulling at them ever so gently.

the car behind him honked obnoxiously making you both jump in your seats. ethan sped off shaking his head ever so slightly.

ethan and your relationship was confusing. to everyone else at least. it was most likely the fact that neither of you wanted to label anything and it be ruined. he was your best friend and had been for many years now. he knew you better than anyone, even your own parents, and vise versa.

you needed him like oxygen. you needed him to survive.

the jeep pulled smoothly into the driveway next to grayson’s car and you both hopped out. you walked around to the front of the jeep and was met with a pair of fingers intertwining with your own.

his hand in yours set a warmth through your body. it made you feel like you were safe from any danger in the world. nothing could harm you when you were next to him.

“gray’s probably already playing.” he said as you both walked into the warm house. he hung his keys up by the door and turned to face you fully.

you took a moment to take in his outfit for the first time. a red hoodie covered his torso and a pair of black sweatpants adorned his bottom half. he looked effortlessly beautiful. you couldn’t believe for a second the person standing in front of you actually existed.

you had caught yourself in these trances just looking at him more often. you felt like you couldn’t take him all in with just your eyes anymore. you needed more but you couldn’t risk it.

the was a yearning going on in both of your bodies. to hold and to grasp one another fully. neither of you would make the move, but both of you felt it like a magnetic force field.

“do you wanna play it or do you wanna go to my room?” his head turned to the side slightly as he caught your gaze again.

“your room..” you said quietly, not knowing if he could even hear you or not.

he nodded and led the way. you could have found your way to his room with your eyes closed. you knew this house like the back of your hand. probably better than the back of your hand.

you laid down on his bed, claiming the side closest to the wall as your own. you began to notice that even when you didn’t sleep over he still never slept in that spot.

he took his time coming to lay next to you. he stood next to the tv as he turned it on, holding onto the Xbox controller in his large hands. you watched him as he patiently waited for the netflix loading screen. the light from the tv screen illuminating his face just perfectly. you were speechless.

the bed dipped down as he laid next to you. your favorite tv show was already playing from his “continue watching..” tab. his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you cuddled into his side.

with your hand on his chest and his hand running through the ends of your hair, you both whispered your ‘i love you’s. meaning them in different ways than before.

#ethan dolan #ethandolan #ethan dolan imagines #dolan twins

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xabiyoko · 5 years ago

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2. what’s your feel-good movie?

This is tricky because as I’ve said before I don’t rewatch movies, so I don’t have like a go-to movie. But I’ll say Stardust, it definitely makes me feel good :D

13. what’s your comfort food?

Well as you know my relationship with food isn’t the best... so not much comfort there. But... definitely soup or like purée makes me feel comfy inside hahaha

14. favorite feel-good show?

Right now? The Bold Type, it’s like a shot of happiness. Also, Parks.

23. favorite piece of clothing?

My Wonder Woman sweater, probably, or any of my many Harry Potter t-shirts.

24. what’s something you do to de-stress?

Eat? Although it ends up stressing me more in the long run. I used to meditate, although not anymore because reasons. Swimming usually clears my head, so yeah, let’s go with swimming.

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

Basque, listening to people speak it.

When I came back home from Sweden for the first time, during my layover in Barcelona I heard a couple speaking Basque in the airport and I almost started crying.

One of the times I went to London I was queueing for ice-cream and there were some women trying to order but they didn’t know much english. They were arguing between them in the most beautiful dialect of Basque ever, like you could tell they spoke it regularly back home. I let it go for a bit and then went in like a knight in shining armor to order for them.

#truegeneration #amandaaaaa thanks for asking :D #also I miss speaking with you irl

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violentivy · 2 years ago

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This is not an April fool's post, in spite of being posted April 1st.

In 20 days, my oldest son turns 18.

It has been 9 years since we were last able to visit for a protracted period of time.

I'm so sick of having to use back channels, but I'm grateful they exist.

When will this insanity end? This isn't my fault and I do not deserve to be punished.

The state decided I wasn't allowed to have a family because I couldn't read social queues in a situation that is still as clear as mud.

I used to get angry for my kids being deprived of a somewhat normal childhood with their actual Mom.

I used to get mad for my daughter, who doesn't get to see her brothers anymore.

But now, I'm just angry for me, because yes, my kids did life a life away from me, but they have been well loved and taken care of, for the most part.

But the state deadass looked at my Autistic ass and said "you can't see social queues, so you can't parent."

So, now I am angry for me. But also feel that I need to fight for my Autistic children, that they may have families should they choose to.

There is a hearing next month to talk about removing my name from the central registry for child abuse and neglect. The laws have changed and the "failure to protect" charge I admitted to would turn into a charge of "confirmed serious neglect", which doesn't sound right or fair for my case. The state has all but agreed to that.

This is largely pointless; it won't bring my kids back to me. It won't change anything about the custody arrangements, but it will allow me to clear a blemish from my name that doesn't deserve to be there.

Because I DID listen to my daughter. I did go through other cases, I did what I was asked to. The only thing I didn't do, is execute my tasks perfectly.

I forgot to lock a door before bed, y'all. I saw a few weird things but no strong signs that something was awry.

Maybe I should have seen something and realized it wasn't right, but every interaction I saw could be explained away quickly enough.

I'm tired, my heart hurts, and the last thing I want to do is go to more hearings that tell me that I suck when I am finally starting to get my confidence back after 20 years, but it's important to me that I get this removed.

I'm going this alone, no lawyer will be there to not understand me and proceed with some bullshit I didn't want.

I haven't even so much as told my family.

I want to right this wrong for my sake. Because I lead by example, and there are 7 sets of eyes either directly, or indirectly watching me.

I want my kids to see that even if things go sideways, and you get accused of awful things, there is hope.

I want them to understand that no knight in shining armor is coming to save them, but that they can save themselves.

They do not need permission to be exactly who they are, they are their own permission slip to the outside world.

And maybe I'm being overly dramatic, but the fact is, I think in some small way I'll be able to move on from this.

I'll still miss my kids with all of my heart. That will never change. They are apart of me, and will always be apart of me.

But, some of them may not know or understand why I did what I did.

I did all of this to protect you from what I saw as a real threat at the time. Your Dad was on the phone and told me every accusation was true. He thought that being "truthful" might save our relationship.

Years later, when he'd been in jail for a few years, he informed me that he was on a drug for his hiccups that I didn't know about. That drug can cause psychosis, similar to the psychosis like behavior that he exhibited that night and in the weeks that followed.

The police, CPS, they all told me I did the right thing to turn him in, heck, the psychiatrist who did my psych eval even said I was still wondering if I did the right thing, and viewed that as a point against me in being able to raise my children alone.

He said it would be a shame for the mother child relationship to be severed. He said that we just needed an extra eye to make sure the kids were safe.

I was lied to. Your Grandma told me it would be just like it always was, and the first time I really knew I was unwelcome was when I wrote to grandpa and said I'd come over to drop off the Christmas gifts that first year you were theirs, and that I would visit.

He told me I was not welcome to visit.

You were lied to. That swing set, that trampoline... Grandma D bought those for you. I left easter baskets on the porch the first few years, too. I'm sure if you saw them, you would have known they were from me and your sister, because who else puts little pop cans in an Easter basket?

We were both lied to, but your adoptive parents thought they were doing the right thing.

I wasn't acting exactly sane, either.

Because... Get this, I was lied to, and my kids whom I saw as my very reason for living were unceremoniously removed from my life completely by people I loved and trusted. People I desperately missed.

It's really difficult to remain sane through that. I'd even say impossible.

So I don't blame your adoptive parents either. They didnt go through the same thing I did. They went through an equally awful thing that it is also hard to stay sane through.

I just want to be able to share space with you all someday.

But for now, I just get to have my usual Easter breakdown.

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dailydoseofdacre · 7 years ago

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Teenage Dirtbag

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request: angst with make up at the end also going along with “Hey there! You’re probably drowning in these already but could I request a Billy Hargrove imagine where the reader is super nice and they become like this couple that’s “sweet enough to rot your teeth out or mean enough to knock your teeth out”? Xo”

A/N: trying my hardest to fulfill each request and post these daily (maybe twice daily since i get über bored). A lil heads up that (1) I’m sorry if this is crap so far and (2) this will maybe be a long chapter. Also, if you’ve requested an imagine and I don’t hit it exactly to the T, I’m so sorry. + this chapter did take me a long time to write,,, like a lot of editing went into this chapter.. hope you guys like it

word count: 3.1k+ das long.

The week flew by just as fast as one could blink, with only led to Billy’s two encounters being long thrown out the window and your life going back to the normal lonely one it was.

Sorta.

All week since your last conversation with Billy, you noticed that Billy’s gaze would lock onto you as you walked the halls. The new awareness Billy had harbored caused you to change your routes to classes, walking around the school rather than through the corridors; which benefitted you because you despised the looks and remarks while walking. His piercing blues would glare at you from across the field as you read and ate during lunch, Billy would lean onto his Camaro, a cigarette in his hand or mouth, chatting up his next victim of the afternoon. Though every so often he’d catch himself turning his head to check up on you, then returning back to his previous conversation with a dullness in his voice.

Not acknowledging the newfound attention one bit, you took the liberty of eating in the library. Of course, with a lot of pleases and I promise I won’t make a messes to Mrs. Lovinsten. In result to the sacrifices you made, you were pleased that you had successfully dodged the “God of Hawkins High.” Knowing that he was up to no good, both in school and as an attempt to take one humongous step into your life. If you had let him in, you were more than sure that he would tug the strings of your heart until you completely fell for him. Billy would make you feel like the only girl in the world until he got what he really intended to get. Then he would just dump you like a teenager would with trash: disgusted. And frankly, you didn’t want that to happen to you.

A sad smile would etch your face as you started to partake in reading love stories, wishing that one day you’d find your knight in shining armor. Not with Dan-your stepdad. You seethe to yourself, heart skipping a beat as you delved into the deep depths of your memories, always deciphering what the root of his behavior was. The given was the tremendous amount of alcohol he consumed, but what in Dan changed from seeing you has his own to treating you like he owned you?

Upon reapproaching the thought of your stepfather acting as he did to you, the interest to read the sappy Romeo and Juliet was slim to none. A small scoff releasing from your lips, scolding yourself for even considering that you’d ever find love. Taking a small bite of your sandwich, you then thought of what you wanted to do today, since it was Halloween. Lips tugging slightly as you decided that you’d stop at the local library and pick up two or three scary books, also keeping a mental note to pick up some candy on the way home.

Casting your attention from your sandwich, you hissed a crap as you recalled that your neighbor since infancy, Tina, would be throwing her Halloween party this evening. Only all of the students at Hawkins would show up— all but you, which would result in families avoiding your neighborhood due to the rowdiness of this generation’s teenagers. No one would want to trick o’ treat in a neighborhood of drunk and loud teens who listened to the horrendous screaming music. This caused you to reconsider taking money out of your personal stash to buy candy. Was it really worth it? You droned on to make a small list of what books you desired to pick up at the library.

“Hargrove!” David Fitz called out to the Californian, who tipped his head back and swiveled it to the direction of the voice, a cigarette laying between his lips. His elbows were rested upon the hood of his blue beauty as his torso gently sat on the bumper of it. As if on queue, the girls he was chatting up seductively said their good bye, Billies and see you tonight, Billies.

Waving the girls off, Billy awaited David’s presence, but fixed his posture as his eyes moved from David to your signature table, finding that Steve, his gal, and a couple other of his friends occupied it. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger, Billy perched up and away from his car, dragging from his cigarette one last time before chucking it on the grass.

Brushing a puzzled David Fitz off, Billy staggered down from the hill that separated the field and the parking lot. He stopped before the field itself, intently scanning over every head that filled its grassy contents. Tongue glossing over his lips and a hand raking through the texture of his curls, Billy sighed deeply, wondering where you could possibly be. Absent? Skipping? Did you move? Ran away?

“Billy,” a pat on the back from Fitz snapped him from his train of thought. Concern etched David’s face before he raised his eyebrows, giving the Californian another slap to lift up his current state. Billy stared at David, lips parted slightly and his face radiating aggravation. “Ready for this party tonight? Heard there’s gonna be a shit ton of kegs there.” David picked up the conversation in attempts to raise Billy’s mood once again.

Before Billy could tell David to fuck off, the bell rang, signifying that the forty minutes of freedom the teenagers had at Hawkins was up, that it was time to trudge back into the school and resume to their classes. Surprisingly enough, Billy found himself within the sea of students that piled into the corridors of Hawkins High. He peered around the normal place that he’d spot you at, casually walking past him a book stuffed into your face. As people sped past him to get to their own classes, he assessed each and every face, and much to his dismay, you were yet to be spotted by the 177 cm bad boy. Billy growled lowly, padding his feet to exit the school and smoke in his car.

Bobbing your leg up and down impatiently, you stared down the clock, hoping that the last two minutes of the school day would finish. Your calculus teacher informing the class of what topics you were to be quizzed on Friday. Before he was about to inquire as to what plans his students had for the day’s particular holiday, the bell rang, dismissing everyone. All of the students scurried out of the class, hush whispers about Tina’s party and loud whooping tormented the halls of Hawkins High School. Getting up from your seat, you brought your calculus book to your chest, wishing your calculus teacher a safe and happy Halloween.

“Why, thank you, Miss (y/l/n).” He gingerly smiles before returning the gesture of a safe Halloween as well.

Head hanging low, you popped your head out of the classroom to make sure that the halls were completely empty. When you felt the Coast was clear, you stepped out into the narrow corridor, looking over your shoulder to ensure that it was indeed empty— that you could go to your locker with ease. Stopping in front of your locker, you allowed your eyes to do a double take one last time, finally giving your full attention to it.

Billy was leaned against the trunk of his car, staring straight ahead of him when he heard to sound of his stepsister’s skateboard nearing. Gnawing on his gum obnoxiously, he spoke to Maxine with such harshness and disgust at the sound of the passenger door opening. “You’re late again.” There was a massive strain in his voice, upset from Maxine’s tardiness and your disappearance.

“Yeah, I had to get catch up homework.” Maxine retorted, her tone not wanting to trigger her stepbrother’s temper, but still audible enough so Billy could hear her.

A humorless chuckle fled from his lips, a small snicker leading behind. “Jesus. I don’t care,” he paused. “You’re late again, and you’re skating home. Do you hear me?” He took the final drag from his cigarette and threw it on the floor, turning to open the driver’s door, throwing his bag in the backseat of the blue Camaro and slamming it shut. Within seconds of igniting the engine, Billy sped out of his parking spot, racing out of the school’s lot altogether.

After threatening to run over Max’s hick friends, Billy carried on to speed he and Max home, a mischievous smirk etching his lips as he remembered the one place he could catch you at. There had to be some reason as to why there was a new book that occupied your interest daily. It could’ve been that you had an extensive home library, but seeing that they were perfectly laminated with a color on the spine, it only led to one place..

Scouring the shelves of the local library, you bit your bottom lip softly, eyes carefully skimming each spine to find your final book to check out before going home. Your eyes lit up with such delight and passion upon looking up, finding Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, you whispered a soft aha. Due to your short stature, you had to go on the very balls of your feet to reach the shelf that the book teased you at. The grip that your teeth had on your bottom lip tightened a bit due to the amount of coordination, balance, and concentration it took to grab the book.

It was then a right hand with a distinctive watch swooped in and pulled the book in a swift movement. Your breathing hitched as dèjá vú terrorized your thoughts, Billy’s muscular body not daring to lay a single kilo on yours, right behind you to yet again, help you grab a book. All of your muscles stiffened, and you shut your eyes tightly, waiting for Billy to step back and hand you Frankenstien.

“Are you O.K., Doll?” Billy whispered into your ear, a menacingly playful smirk masking his face. You crinkled your nose at the mixed aroma of cigarettes and mint disturbing the welcoming smell of old books.

Your voice was gentle and soft, cracking as you managed to peep out a sentence. “What’re you doing here?”

“Where were you all day?” Billy spat back, his voice hoarse yet still low. His blues desperately wanted to adorn into the beautiful features of your face, but looked down at your hair instead.

Pressing your lips together, you stood silent, avoiding the question. In turn, then piping up, answering him with a question. “Why?”

Billy didn’t want to admit that your awkward and introverted personality attracted him, that he yearned to talk to you. Let alone convince you to go to Tina’s party with him. Butterflies tingled in his gut, what happened to the sexy bad boy? Where was Billy fucking Hargrove?

“Answer my question first.”

A soft sigh was all you could give him, nudging him off of you. Much to your surprise, Billy stepped away, the book still in his hand. Turning to face him, you felt your eyes cast down to his appearance. He looked as if he was ready to go to Tina’s party, causing you to gulp silently.

Billy tilted his head back in response to catching your eyes lingering on his bare chest, a black leather jacket “covering” his shoulders and torso. Ditching the light jeans that shaped his bum into a darker pair, finishing the look off with his signature boots. His lips curled up, eyes melting and sketching how angelic you looked through his long lashes as you guffawed at his outfit.

Both the smell of his breath and the old books were vanished, the smell of Billy’s alluring cologne taking over your nostrils. Blinking rapidly, you peeled your sight away from Billy, who smugly smiled a due to your acknowledgement of his new outfit. Heat arose to your cheeks and you already knew that your face was beet red and to suppress your embarrassment, you covered your face with your hair.

A frown plaguing your face and eyes staring down at your feet, you opened your mouth again. “May I please get the book, Billy?”

“What are you doing tonight, doll?” He ignored your question, hiding the book behind him in attempts to advert your attention to him. The attention he craved.

“Well,” you started, voice remaining at a small, gentle whisper. “When you give me the book, read it and then go to sleep.” Frustration was evident as your features contorted to emote that you just wanted to get the book and go home.

Huffing softly, you told yourself that you could just grab the novel another day, being that it would just waste up more shelf space in the next couple of days, despite Billy’s grasp on it. Muttering a never mind, you kneeled down to grab the other two books that were to be read this evening and spun on your heels, leave the Californian’s presence.

“Doll?” Billy called out, voice sounding as silky smooth as possible, a voice that made all girls’ legs turn to jelly. That would have the girls in his arms, smashing their lips onto his. All except you. Grunting, Billy called out your nickname once again, a bit louder. He sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, cursing himself mentally.

Luckily for you, Dan was missing this particular night, a note scribbled on the fridge informing you that he was going to be gone for the month for his annual truck driving gig. For one whole freeing month, Dan would be delivering whatever was in stock nationally. Hopefully he’ll take longer this time. You prayed to yourself, and jumped up in excitement, Halloween all to yourself and your books.

Kicking your shoes off, you shut the blinds from your room, eyes rolling at the sight of Tina hooking up with her boyfriend. Gross. You began to unbundle yourself, grabbing all of your garments to shower. Before falling under the warmth of the hot water the shower head was to succumb you to, you glanced at the two books on your bed, wishing you had snagged Frankenstein.

Coming out of the bathroom, darkness enveloped you, noticing it was a little past 8 o’clock, you silently scolded yourself for waiting until the hot water turned your navy polished hands into little prunes. Then again, you were a sucker for hot showers. Sliding into your slippers, you hugged yourself, rubbing your arms continuously in attempts to warm your body temperature. With no avail, you retreated to your silk robe, wrapping it around your frigid body tightly.

Shuffling out of your room with both books in your hands, you make your way into the kitchen, popping some popcorn to eat as you indulged into their scary contents. Upon placing the books on the couch, you gripped the bowl that held the warm popped corn, stuffing it between your crossed legs. Opening the first book, you lost yourself within its words.

Stifling a yawn, you looked at the clock on the wall: ten thirty. And just as you suspected, not a single family dared to knock on your door for candy. Although you were a bit upset, you were hypocritically a little grateful that no one that evening had disturbed your reading.

Well.

The party right next door was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, but all the while, you drowned out the music and loud teenagers like you always did at school everyday. Another yawn was earned, your body screaming for slumber. Closing the second book, you retrieved yourself from the couch, grabbing the now empty popcorn bowl and putting it in the sink. Your heart fluttered after hearing a crowd of young men shouting, chanting the infamous Californian’s name.

Upset that their rowdiness would give you troubles sleeping, you stepped outside, the rough October wind whipping in your face. Hugging yourself for extra warmth, you made your way over to Tina’s house, eyes looking out for her to politely ask her to keep it down. For one of the two reasons: you wanted to sleep and that the cops may get called on them. But you were only going to enlighten her of the latter.

Whooping and catcalls were thrown in your direction as you made your way into Tina’s, looking around for the host. You turned almost instantly when a hand grappled your bum, staring at Carl Rogers, who was stepping over your boundaries. “Looks like mouse knows where the party is.” A blush sweeping across your cheeks, you took a step back, intimidated by his statue like frame.

“Please don’t touch me.” You looked up at him through your lashes, looking everywhere but his hungry hazel eyes. A mocking chuckle erupted from the 185 cm jock, placing his meaty hands on your bum, squeezing it.

“Like this?” He glared down at you, his alcoholic breath fanning your face.

A small group had formed around the two of you, and with what strength you could manage to get out of yourself, punches were thrown at his chest. “Let go of me!” You shrieked, small fists beating his broad chest, to which did absolutely nothing to him.

Laughs were flooding the house as you struggled out of his grasp. Carl’s hand gravitated from your bum to grab a hold of both of your wrists tightly. Breathless, you stared at the beast, who mocked your previous pleads to be released. Your eyes began to water, which only led to more mocking and giggles from your cowardly demeanor.

Billy stared at the once King Steve, attempting to scare him off, showing him who was the real King of Hawkins. Nancy walked away from the staring contest, curious as to why there was a circle of teenagers laughing a mimicking what sounded like pleads for help. Her eyebrows scrunched together, pushing her way through her fellow peers. She gasped as she saw Carl Rogers harassing and bullying you.

“Stop!” You muffled through a sob as Rogers and the others continued to belittle your existence, throwing names and fake crying. Nancy escaped the crowd, tugging at Steve’s sleeve to gather his attention. Instead, the gesture grabbed Billy’s attention, the urgentness in her face explained that something was wrong. Swaggering away from the couple, Billy sauntered his way through the crowd, everyone moving aside so he could see what all the fuss was all about.

His eyebrows knitted at the sight of Carl Rogers holding your wrists, and Billy registered that you were in danger. When your teary gaze locked into his blues, Billy immediately ran up to Carl, who was about to pull the string of your robe off and threw a hard, nose cracking punch at him, his blood boiling and sweaty chest heaving up and down. Carl stumbled back, hands attending to his cracked and bloodied nose.

Billy stood over Carl, face hard and his features distorted in anger. “Don’t you ever fucking touch her.” Billy gestures towards you, which earned everyone’s gaze on your current state, cheeks tear streaked and red wrists, cowering behind him. Billy fixed his posture, head glaring at everyone with such hate. “I don’t want anyone touching her.” He warned louder, addressing the quiet teenagers of the house.

“Or you’ll deal with me.”

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Tea, Aspirin, and a Knight in Shining Armor

You’d been looking forward to this night for far too long, having purchased the tickets for this gig almost 6 months in advance. It was going to be a small, intimate gig for one of your favorite bands, childcare. Your heart was racing from excitement as you stood outside the venue, ticket in hand. There were only a few minutes until doors and you wanted to get a good place inside.

“Hey, uh - excuse me, sorry, have you seen a guy, slightly taller than me, beard, and probably a shirt with cats on it?” A tall, dark haired man with brilliant blue eyes asks you, slightly fidgeting uncomfortably. “I was supposed to meet him here but I don’t see him anywhere in the queue.” He motions to the line behind you.

Biting your lip, scouring your memory for this mysterious missing man, you shake your head. “No I- I don’t think so, sorry...” you say, feeling slightly bad for being unhelpful.

“Fuck, it’s alright though, thanks anyways,” he says, running a hand through this dark hair. A slight smirk graces his lips. “I suppose this is what I get for being late to everything all the time.” The way his laugh intertwines with his words makes something in your stomach flutter. He was very....adorable.

You smile softly up at him, noticing the dimples on his freckled cheeks. A moment of silence passes and he’s still standing in front of you. “I’m Dan by the way,” he interjects, offering a hand. You take it, shaking it quickly before offering your own name.

Suddenly, the line ahead of you starts moving quickly toward the entrance.... looks like you were too busy with Dan to notice that it was now doors. “Well, looks like we got to go... enjoy the gig!” You say turning on your heel and giving him a small wave over your shoulder. Sure this stranger was cute and charming, but you cared about the gig way more.

—

A few songs into the set, you notice a slightly familiar face in the corner of your eye. Tall? Dark, messy hair? Blue eyes behind tortoise shell glasses? Must be Dan surely enough. You tear your eyes away from the stage for a moment, just long enough to look to your left and confirm that it is Dan standing a person away from you. Some part deep inside you wants to go over to him and wonders if he’s thinking the same thing about you.

You’re snapped out of your reverie by the ending of the song, and a flaring of the stage lights. You had an incredible view, practically first row, which was way more incredible than you ever could’ve imagined. It was easy to lose yourself in the upbeat songs that you’ve scream-sang along to so many times.

Suddenly, someone’s shoulder collides into yours and you’re pushed to floor, more bodies shove against you and your head hits the hard ground. Dozens of pairs of feet start to fill your vision. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, a large hand with slender fingers reaches down to help you up. You gratefully take the hand, not realizing who it belonged to.

Head spinning, you unconsciously put and arm onto the person who just helped you up to strady yourself.

“Are you alright?” The person shouts over the loud music. You knew that voice. Of course you had to fall and get nearly trampled right in front of Dan. He places a hand on your waist to steady you.

“My head...” you mumble, touching a hand to your forehead gently. The immediate pain told you that was not the best idea. A throbbing pain began from the base of your skull and continued all the way to right behind your eyes.

“Come on let’s get you out of here,” Dan says, quieter than before. He keeps a hand on your waist as he leads the two of you to the entrance of the venue. Every step you take seems to cause another place on your head to hurt, and by the time you make it to the doors, your eyes are squeezed shut.

A warm hand brushes some hair away from your face and you flinch away, the slightest bit of touch being unbearable. “Shit that doesn’t look good. I should call an ambulance, head injuries are really serious,” Dan says all too quickly, fishing through his pockets for his phone. Your hand shoots out to stop him.

“No! No, really it’s probably not that serious,” You refute. Not to mention, you would not be able afford those kind of medical bills. Despite the pain still being pretty bad, it was not worth a hospital trip.

Dan, looking very unimpressed with your argument, pulls out his phone anyway and unlocks it. He pauses before dialing to give you a hard, and serious look, his blue eyes turning icy and cold. “It is serious, you could have a concussion or who knows what!”

You place a hand on his shoulder- partly to keep yourself upright- and stare up at him. “I’m begging you, please don’t call. I’ll be fine, okay?” He stares back at you intensely, a moment of electricity charged silence passing. You breathe a sigh of relief when he finally puts his phone back into the pocket of his denim jacket.

“Okay, but I’m not just gonna let you out on the streets of London alone like this.” Dan takes your hand off of his shoulder and takes it in his. “How bout you come to my flat and you could have a cup of tea and probably some much needed painkillers?”

Your heart flutters, and you force yourself to break eye contact for a brief moment to have a chance of thinking clearly about this situation. Going to a person you just met barely an hour ago’s flat? Sure, he was cute, and very kind… Dan did have a point, you were certainly in no state whatsoever to somehow make it back to yours on your own. A cup of tea did sound good. You squeeze his hand and look back at him.

“Okay, you’re right. Thank you,” You say, nodding sheepishly.

Dan’s eyes light up, pleased that you agreed to let him help you. “Great. I don’t live to far from here- it’s just about a five minute walk.”

What did you get yourself into?

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Dan’s flat was not really what you expected, if you’re being completely honest. Although you’re not quite sure what it was that you were expecting. It was clear that he had roommates, two at the very least. Not to mention the random tree stump that was next to a coffee table. But nevertheless, the flat seemed to match Dan, it was homey and… endearing.

You were currently sat on a sofa, while Dan was boiling water for tea. He had given you some aspirin before disappearing into the kitchen, which you were eternally grateful for. Sitting further back into the couch, and trying to ignore the persisting pain, you close your eyes. Since when were you tired? Or do the lights just hurt your eyes too much? Regardless of reason, you had somehow become very cozy on this semi-stranger’s couch.

“You okay there?” You hear Dan shout from the kitchen. You internally roll your eyes.

“Mate,” You laugh. “I’m fine! Well as fine as I could be.” You open your eyes, and catch Dan walking toward you, a cup of tea in each hand.

“Just making sure, I wouldn’t want you to faint on my watch,” He chuckles, handing you one of the cups. The familiar warmth seeps into your hands as you gratefully take it from him. He smiles at you, a crooked front tooth peeking out. What a guy. He takes a seat across from you on the tree stump. So that’s why that’s there? You try and fail to hide your giggle behind the mug.

His features change, and he pushes up the sleeves of his shirt. “What’s so funny? Or have you gone hysterical from hitting your head?” He says, trying to hide his insecurity.

“Well first of all, why do you have a random tree stump in your living room? And second of all, I don’t know… You’re cute.” Feeling the tips of your cheeks redden, you smile down into your cup.

“Now you are delusional. Maybe I should’ve taken you to the hospital, after all.” He laughs again, then clears his throat. “Speaking of, how’s your head?”

“Still hurts, but hopefully the painkillers will kick in soon.” You sip on your tea. “Thank you for saving me back there, I probably would’ve been trampled. Sorry you had to miss out on the rest of the gig though,” You say, feeling slightly bad that this man has been so kind and generous to you, and you don’t really have anything to offer in return.

“Oh it’s no problem really, I’ve seen them plenty of times. I’ve actually seen way too much of them, especially Ed, really.” Dan shifts on the log.

“How do you mean?” You ask, utterly confused.

“I’m kinda his roomate.”

You choke on your tea. “W-what?” It’s safe to say you weren’t expecting that. Setting down the cup, you rub your hands on your jeans, unsure of what to do with them.

“Yeah,” He laughs. “I live with him and two other mates of mine. They’re all at the gig right now,” He adds, nodding. There’s a moment of awkward silence before either of you speak again.

“You never answered my question.” You look back at Dan, who raises his gaze to yours. He gestures for you to continue. “Why the fuck do you have that log?” You can’t help but giggle, of all the ways you thought tonight would end up, it was definitely not including this conversation.

He looks you straight in the eyes and says “Well, the thing is… this log… it’s kinda my wife. We’re married,” He deadpans.

You raise an eyebrow. “I take it you’re a fan of Twin Peaks.” He eagerly nods.

“It’s only the best television show out there,” He says, so excitedly that his voice goes high and raspy at the end.

“So that would make you what... the Log Man?” You can’t help but burst out into laughter, this was an interesting conversation. “Ow, okay, I’ve just discovered it hurts to laugh,” You say, tenderly touching your head.

“That’s a shame, because you have beautiful laugh,” Dan says tenderly, standing up and moving over to be next to you on the sofa. The sudden close proximity and his comment have you blushing again. Dan places a gentle hand on your chin, and guides your face to look at his. His gaze is concerned and calculating. “That’s definitely bruising,” Referring to the bump on your head. A moment passes between you, and your gaze drops to Dan’s lips. You want to kiss him. But before you can, he releases your chin and pops up. “You know, I’ll go get you some ice to put on that.”

Your lips part, as if to say something, or to stop him but nothing comes out. He returns, not a minute later with a bunch of ice wrapped up in a towel. You take it from him, and gingerly place it on your forehead. “Um, thanks.” You expect him to sit across from you on the log again, but he instead sits next to you, his thigh touching yours.

Dan suggests maybe watching a movie or some tv and you choose the latter. Predictably, he chooses Twin Peaks, which you had both seen multiple times. Conversation starts, first about the odd television show, and then drifting to deeper topics, the show becoming the soundtrack for your dialogue. You find out some of his history, and you even suspect he’s told you things he’s never said out loud. You’re honored. You reciprocate, telling him about your life and your hobbies. If you weren’t falling for him before, you definitely were now. You couldn’t help but admire the way his features relax with contentment when he talks about writing songs (he’s in a band), and the way he can’t wipe that stupid smile off his face when he talks about something he loves. And his eyes and his mouth and that crooked tooth and well, everything.

The show pauses and the abrupt silencing of your soundtrack stopped your conversation. The screen read “Are you still watching Twin Peaks?” And you realized that it’s probably gotten very late.

“I should probably get going,” you say reluctantly, looking for your coat. The pain from your head has finally reduced to a dull ache and you hadn’t shown any signs of a concussion.

Dan stands up, making way for you to put on your coat. “I had a really nice time talking to you, y/n,” Dan says sincerely.

“Me too-“ you walk toward the door slowly, not wanting to leave. “-thank you again for saving me and making sure I was alright.” You go in for a hug, reaching up onto your tip toes to wrap your arms around his neck. His hands linger on your waist as you pull away and you miss his warmth.

“It was my pleasure, and thanks for the company.” He releases you from the embrace and shoves his hands into his pockets.

Standing in the doorway, you smile at him, unsure of what to do in this slightly awkward situation.

“I’m so grateful for tonight, is there anything i can offer you in return?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Your number?” Dan says, smirking.

All you can do it smile back at him.

#hope yall liked it #theres gonna be a part two #bastille #bastille fanfic #imagine dan smith #bastille imagines #dan smith #my spacing got mixed up and i tried to fix it so we will see #bastille fic

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