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TYSON JOST | LIGHT MY WAY HOME

A/N: More than 12.000 words later, more than a month after the initial request from Taylor popped up in my notifications. What a freaking ride. My longest fic I've ever written, and maybe even my favourite one. Thank you, to everyone who hyped me up, send me inspo and send me sweet asks. I couldn't have done this without all of you. Special thanks to @dumb-and-dunner, @chicagoblackhawkslover96, @heybarzy and Chrissy (who doesn't have Tumblr unfortunately).

Warnings: Angst, ‘can I strangle him yet?’ Tyson, swearwords, some major character development and (how could I not?!) a happy ending.

Also: Gabe and Melissa Landeskog play a big part in this fic, so if you aren't comfortable with them, you might want to skip this one.

Word Count: 12.1K

Requested: Yes.

The NHL lifestyle, or the ‘popular’ lifestyle was attractive to all young, hormonal boys. You’d known that for a long time. You stood by Tyson’s side when he got drafted into the wicked world of the NHL. Parties, drinking, sex, training until you can barely move, fights, games, wins and losses. It all had it’s charms, but it also had its dangers. Just like any other guy Tyson wanted to experience it all, the whole package,

You assumed you fell under that ‘whole package’, you were his girlfriend for a reason, right? And you did, for a while. You partied together, came home together, did everything together. But the moment Tyson became older and ‘known’ outside the regular hockey fans, that title didn’t mean much anymore. He became more and more the type of guy you didn’t fall in love with, the type to take you for granted, the type to enjoy the attention of other people, other women in particular. You weren’t the jealous type, you didn’t want to claw out the eyes of every woman that looked at him, but you were at a breaking point. Maybe you were jealous, you weren’t jealous of those other women, you were jealous of the attention Tyson gave them. Attention he should’ve been giving to you, his freaking girlfriend.

You were however the loyal type, the type to come home after a long night. And that’s exactly where things went wrong with Tyson. While you were waiting for him at home with a meal, a warm bed or just simply anything else, he was out. You had no idea where he was exactly, he was simply ‘out’, whatever that might mean. You tried to talk to him, you tried to make him see that this wouldn’t end well for either of you, but he simply waved off your concerns, shrugged his shoulders and moved on.

How do you talk to someone who rediscovered himself? How do you talk to someone who thinks he’s on top of the world? How do you save someone from the downfall of success when they don’t want to be saved? You knew one day he’ll come down from this high, one day he’ll realize that he screwed up. One day he’ll come to the conclusion he let something special slip through his fingers, and for what? Fame? Drinks? A rush of adrenaline? One day. But you knew that it wouldn’t be today.

However today is the day that you’re done. Absolutely fed up with all the bullshit excuses Tyson has been feeding you, all the coming home late or not even coming home at all. You have no idea what he’s been up to these last months, he’s barely home. Even when he’s home it’s like he isn’t really there. You can’t even remember the last time the two of you slept together or the last time you actually went to bed at the same time. Breakfast together? A lifetime ago. A lazy day together? Can’t remember. Date night? Months, months ago. Even thinking about it pisses you off to no end, the pain and hurt slowly making place for a new emotion: anger.

It’s frustrating to say the least. You love and take care of him like he means the world to you, and he does. Tyson on the other hand seems to take you for granted, or forgets you’re here at all. It seems like you’re talking to a brick wall instead of your boyfriend. No matter how hard you try, your words have no impact, your tears don’t make him feel anything. It’s like he’s a totally different person. You barely recognize him anymore these days, he feels like a stranger inside the body of the man you love. It feels like you’re both living your life, besides each other instead of with each other. It hurts, that’s for sure.

Like any other day you’ve prepared dinner, put it on the table and sat down on one of the chairs. All you can do now is wait, wait and pray he’ll show up this time. You even texted him, begged him to come home and simply eat dinner with you for a change. Of course you didn’t get a response, of course it’s complete radio silence from his side. God, you were desperate at this point, you don’t even try to deny it.

With every passing minute your hope disappears little by little. You stare at the food on the table until it’s completely dark outside, no sign of Tyson. Hours passed and you barely noticed it, it isn’t until you try to stand up and your muscles ache from sitting in the same position for a long time that you realize how much time actually has passed. “Fuck this, why am I even trying anymore?” you mutter to yourself, shaking your head. This isn’t worth it, it hasn’t been for a long time. Maybe, just maybe you’re finally ready to admit it to yourself.

Deciding to choose yourself over Tyson is a major decision, one you probably should’ve made sooner. It doesn’t matter, what does matter is that you’re choosing you now. You make the split second decision to just grab your stuff, just the necessary stuff. You remember Gabe’s offer, at the time you waved it off with a smile, pretending it wasn’t as bad as it might look to the outside world, but now? You want nothing more than to take him up on his offer. So what’s stopping you?

Even though you were excruciating calm this whole time, the moment you step into your bedroom, or Tyson’s bedroom, you break. This is real, this is really happening. You grab your bags, filling them with some of your stuff. Some clothes, some toiletries, your makeup, everything you might need. It’s a tough job, it’s even harder when you almost can’t see past the tears. At some point you lose track of things you did and didn’t grab, just shoving random items into your bag.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your body sinking down on the floor. In your hands the box containing all your high school love letters, all the small gifts you made each other. Tyson was quite handy, who would’ve thought that? You smile at the memories, sorting through the box. You frown at the feeling surging through your body, is this how heartbreak feels? Looking down at the contents of the box you sigh, wiping away the tears streaming down your face. Why couldn’t life be as simple as it used to be? It shouldn’t be this hard, right? You grab your prom picture between your fingers, smiling sadly at the two people in the picture, both smiling like they just won the lottery, both utterly in love with the other. How time can change..

You throw the box on the bed, maybe it will remind Tyson what the two of you had was special, maybe he’ll realize what he’s about to lose. If it doesn’t, well, it’s his loss. Hauling your bags downstairs is a full workout, you intended to bring ‘just the essentials’ but you have way more important stuff than you originally thought. You aren’t planning on returning to this house any time soon.

Shutting the car door after you loaded in your stuff gives you some form of relief. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in. You made your decision, it’s time to follow through now. You make your way back inside, and into the kitchen. Cleaning up all leftovers from dinner, which obviously is a lot more than you expected. Although.. did you really think he would show up? You shake your head again, putting the leftovers into the fridge. After you finish the dishes you retreat back to the living room, falling down on the couch with a loud sigh. All you can do now is wait.

You could’ve just left and never look back, but that isn’t your style. If you’re going to leave, you’ll do it the right way. You won’t leave without giving him a piece of mind, letting him know he fucked this up for good. You try to focus on the movie playing on the screen, but your heart keeps beating harder and harder, at this point you wish you would’ve just left instead of waiting for Tyson to show up. God, why did you have to do it the right way? Because you know, deep down, you would’ve wanted him to do it the same way. It’s the humane thing to do, it’s only right after spending such a long time together.

The front door opening brings you out of your thoughts. Honestly you don’t even know what time it is, but frankly you don’t care. All you want right now is to get this off your chest and leave. Tyson’s eyes widen when he comes face-to-face with you, surprisingly he doesn’t seem that intoxicated. You suspected he went out, but at this point he could’ve been anywhere.

“You’re still up,” Tyson says, walking past you and flopping down on the couch.

“Yep, and you missed dinner,” you counter, crossing your arms. Tyson simply shrugs his shoulder, clearly not caring enough to explain his absence. “I texted you to make sure you would be here,” you say, even though you know it doesn’t make a difference.

“Yeah, I was busy,” Tyson answers, looking down at his phone.

You almost feel the need to chuckle, to start laughing at his stupid behavior, but this is anything but funny to you, it fucking hurts. “I’m done, Tyson. I’m fucking done,” you say, shaking your head, trying so hard to keep the tears away.

Tyson looks at you with dull eyes, no emotion visible on his face. “Then go to fucking bed, I really can’t deal with your problems right now,” he sighs, turning his head back to the phone in his hand.

Right now, at this moment you know you made the right decision. This isn’t behavior of someone who’s in love, this isn’t even behavior of someone who loves. “You don’t have to deal with me anymore, because I’m leaving. I’m done, we’re done,” you tell him, emphasizing the last part. Tyson’s eyes shoot to yours, the panic clearly written all over his face now.

“No, we’re not. You can’t break up with me, y/n!” he almost shouts at you, standing up from the couch.

“Yes, I can and I will. You don’t get to act like you care all of the sudden, Tyson. You haven’t acted like a boyfriend in months. You haven’t given me any reason to stay, so I won’t. I’m done with whatever this is,” you say, waving between the two of you. Tyson grabs your wrist, tears starting to pool in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off. “No. No. You don’t get to do this. It’s over. You put on quite a show, but I can’t say it was very entertaining. This curtain fucking closes right now, show is over. You can act like you care, but I know by now that you don’t,” you tell him, ripping your arm out of his grip.

You walk over to the front door, keeping your head high. Now is not the time to break down, your time will come. You hear Tyson behind you, muttering how sorry he is, excuse after excuse leave his mouth. You open the door, turning around one last time to look at Tyson. “Don’t tell me you’re sorry, ‘cause you’re not,” you say while shaking your head. You close the door behind you, not looking back at what you’ve left behind, only looking forward to what’s yet to come.

It’s when you’re in your car mindlessly driving around when you realize you have nowhere to go. You forgot to call Gabe, and it’s probably way too late now. You quickly check the time, 2am, shit that’s late. You doubt he’s still awake, you feel bad for even thinking about waking him up. Two young children, both of them under the age of 2, and being a professional hockey player probably cost him enough energy already, you don’t need to add to that. “He did say I could always call him when I made my decision,” you say out loud, more to convince yourself that it’s okay than anything else.

You easily find Gabe’s contact, immediately pressing the dial button before you change your mind again. The line only rings twice before Gabe picks up. “I’m guessing you either finally broke up with him or there’s a fire somewhere,” Gabe says from the other side of the line. You chuckle, shaking your head. “And since you’re calling me and not the fire department, my guess is on the first one,” Gabe continues, trying to make you smile some more.

“I did it, I broke up with him, couldn’t stand to be there any second longer,” you sigh, brushing your fingers through your hair.

You hear Gabe’s sigh of relief. “I’m proud of you, y/n. I know this isn’t what you had in mind, but it’s better like this, I promise.”

Gabe turned into one of your best friends over time, Melissa is the older sister you never had and you love their children like they’re your own. Gabe and Melissa welcomed you into their family immediately after meeting you. You hadn’t expected to make friends and you definitely didn’t expect to make friends with the captain and his wife, but you’re so grateful you did. The support you receive from them is overwhelming, you couldn’t wish for better friends. So when Gabe first made you this offer, you were thankful he did, although you were still convinced at that point that Tyson would change.

“Uhm, you know.. that offer you made me? Is that still on the table?” you ask, praying he’ll say ‘yes’, praying you don’t have to sleep in some random hotel tonight.

“Of course, the guestroom is already prepared. Melissa expects you to be here as soon as possible, apparently she ‘really needs to cuddle her little sister’,” Gabe chuckles, you can almost hear him rolling his eyes at his wife.

“Thank you, Gabe. I owe you,” you say softly.

“You don’t. You’re family, y/n,” Gabe says, and you know he means every word he just said. Family. “Now get your ass over here, before Melissa starts a search party,” Gabe chuckles, making you laugh some more, because you know she would. You quickly say your goodbyes, promising you’ll be there in a few minutes. It’s just a short drive from your apartment, or Tyson’s apartment now, to Gabe and Mel’s place.

You kept up your appearance, keeping the tears at bay, but the moment you step out of your car and into Gabe’s arms you’re done. “Come here, I’m so sorry,” Gabe says softly, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You stand there for a few minutes, simply crying on your best friend’s shoulder, until Melissa squeezes herself between the two of you. “Hush, I need some sister time. Why don’t you grab her stuff?” she says, smiling sweetly at her husband.

Gabe sighs dramatically, sending a wink your way. “Whatever you say, wife.”

Melissa pulls you close to her, an arm around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder. “Come on, I’ll show you your room,” she softly says, leading you into the house. You’ve been here so many times already, but never like this. You’ve never been in a situation like this before, you’re not sure how to handle this. “I can hear the wheels turning in your head. It will be okay,” Melissa says, rubbing your arm soothingly. You sigh, shrugging your shoulders, not sure what to say.

Melissa leads you to your room, pushing you down on the bed, while she takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “I know you’re probably exhausted, but do you want to talk?” Melissa asks softly, her face showing nothing but compassion.

You lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about all that has happened. “I don’t even know what to say, Mel. I don’t even know how I feel right now. I’m just so...” you trail off, not knowing the right words to describe everything that you feel and think right now.

“Confused, relieved, mad?”

You sit back up, looking back at Melissa. “All of the above, I guess? It hurts, but I’m glad I did it. But I also regret it, because I love him, you know? I’m mad he didn’t try harder for me, for us,” you say, trying hard to keep the rush of tears away.

Melissa wraps her arms around you, pulling you close to her. “I know, sweetheart. It will take time, but you’re going to be okay.”

You sigh, knowing she’s right, even though it probably will take more time than just ‘some time’. You did just end a long relationship, it will take a lot of patience and time to work through that. “Thank you, Mel. For letting me stay here,” you mumble against Melissa’s shoulder.

“No need for that. You’re my sister, remember?” Melissa smiles at you.

Gabe softly knocks on the door before opening the door. “Brought your bags, thought you might need them before you go to sleep,” he says, smiling at the sight before him. Your friendship might be unconventional, but he couldn’t care less what other people think about it. Gabe absolutely adores the sister bond you and Mel share, he hoped the two of you would get along, so this? Picture perfect.

“Thanks, Gabe,” you smile at him.

“Do you mind if I steal my wife from you?” Gabe asks, making you and Melissa laugh out loud.

“Nope, she’s all yours,” you chuckle, waving at their retreating backs when they walk out of the room.

You strip out of your clothes, pulling on a sweater. You sigh, realizing you packed some of Tyson’s sweaters out of habit. His smell infiltrates your senses, making it damn hard to keep your emotions under control. It’s right this moment you know exactly how you feel. Heartbroken. The realization that your relationship with Tyson is really over doesn’t give you the satisfaction you hoped for, it doesn’t give you peace, it just fucking hurts. You simply feel hollow, even though deep down you know this was the right choice, this was what needed to happen. You know damn well why you feel so empty, you gave your heart to Tyson a long, long time ago, never expecting to be in a situation you might get it back. You don’t want it back, but you might need it back.

You realize it’s morning when the light softly shines into your room. You sigh, knowing damn well you’re lucky if you slept more than an hour this night. Rolling over you look at the clock on the wall, 9 am, perfect. Deciding it won’t do you any good if you stay in bed any longer, you force yourself out of bed and into the shower. The hot water warms your cold skin, soothing your sore muscles. All the twisting and turning you did all night surely didn’t help the way you feel right now. Why couldn’t life be a bit easier by simply letting the shower wash away all of your hurt, all of your pain? A fresh start, a clean slate.

You slip on some skinny jeans and a soft sweater, not in the mood to even think about doing your makeup. You dry your hair, before making a quick ponytail out of it. You walk down stairs, the chatter and laughter greeting you as soon as you walk into the kitchen. “Morning, guys,” you say, smiling at all the happy faces before you. A round of greetings sound throughout the room.

“How’d you sleep?” Gabe asks you as soon as you sit down next to him with a bowl of cereal.

“Can’t even tell you, suddenly it was 9 am,” you chuckle, shrugging your shoulders at Gabe’s raised eyebrow. “Do you have any idea where my phone is?” you ask Gabe, knowing he grabbed all your stuff out of your car.

“Uhh, I do, but I don’t know if you really want to look at it,” Gabe says, scratching the back of his head before pointing towards the kitchen counter. It’s your turn to raise your eyebrows, walking over to where Gabe’s pointing at.

You unlock your phone, quickly checking your notifications. “Oh damn,” you mutter, looking at the absurd amount of missed calls and messages left by none other than Tyson himself.

You sit back down next to Gabe, dropping your head on your arms. “What do I do now, Gabe?” you groan. “Why does he care all of the sudden?”

Gabe rubs his hand over your back before answering your question. “Because he lost you, y/n. He never thought he would.” You turn your head towards Gabe letting his words sink in.

Gabe gets ready to leave for practice shortly after you settle on the couch with Lucas in your arms. The little man has a fascination with your hair, maybe it’s all babies who have that, but you like to think that you’re special. “Don’t pull out all y/n’s hair, baby boy,” Gabe chuckles, giving his boy a soft kiss on his head. He gives you a kiss on your cheek, softly squeezing your shoulder. You open your mouth to say something, but Gabe cuts you off. “I know what you’re thinking. Don’t worry about it, I’m his captain, but I’m your friend, okay? Just relax, make sure Lucas doesn’t puke on you and go do whatever it is that you women do all day,” Gabe chuckles, knowing you better than you know yourself. You mouth a quick ‘thank you’ to him, wishing him good luck with practice before he runs through the house trying to find his girls to kiss them goodbye.

“Your daddy is a good guy, you know that, Lucas?” you smile at the baby on your lap. Lucas coos, his hands grabbing onto the strands of your hair. “Your daddy and mommy make me feel so loved, even though their children like to see me in pain,” you joke, trying to free your hair from Lucas’s small hands. “Buddy, you’re way stronger than you look,” you mumble, when Lucas pulls on your hair again.

Melissa laughs out loud the moment she walks into the living room. “How many times did I tell you that you need to keep your hair away from him and his grabby hands?” she says, expertly freeing your hair from her son’s fists.

“Apparently not enough times,” you chuckle at her. Melissa joins you on the couch, while Linnea Rae plays on the ground with some of her toys, happily showing you what she got every now and then. It’s times like this that you’re extra grateful for Melissa and Gabe, the way they welcomed you into their family has been nothing but perfect.

“So, what’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Melissa asks, while scrolling through series to watch on Netflix.

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know, I’m kind of worried about practice, I think? I don’t want to put Gabe in this position,” you say, keeping your eyes on Lucas.

“You know Gabe would do anything for you, huh? You don’t know how many times he came home utterly frustrated by the way Tyson treated you. He never said anything, because you were still with him, I can’t promise you he will stay quiet this time,” Melissa says, squeezing your shoulder. “He’ll be fine, this isn’t Gabe’s first rodeo.”

You look at Melissa, who simply gives you a wink. “I know, I know. I just don’t want him to get in trouble or anything,” you say, smiling back at her. You trust and know Gabe, so hopefully there won’t be a lot of trouble today.

“If he does though, he probably deserves it.”

Gabe surprises you all with some takeaway when he gets home from practice. It’s been nice eating with other people for change, it’s been way too long. The amount of lonely dinners has been through the roof lately. Gabe nudges you with his elbow, causing you to look up at him. “No frowning at the table.”

Melissa rolls her eyes at her husband while you just stick out your tongue at him. “Sure, dad,” you say, causing Melissa to almost choke on her bite of food before she lets out a loud laugh.

“Yeah, dad. Leave us alone,” Melissa laughs, winking at her husband. Gabe shakes his head at you and Melissa, a grin plastered on his face.

It’s during dessert you find the courage to ask about Tyson. You weren’t sure if you needed to ask Gabe, you weren’t even sure if you wanted to know anything, but now you know you do. “So, did anything happen during practice?” you ask him, playing around with your spoon.

Gabe shakes his head, giving you a small smile. “Not much, just some chirping. Told him I’m his captain and he needs to fucking focus on practice. That seemed to do the trick,” Gabe says, shrugging his shoulders, continuing to eat his dessert.

You look across the table at Melissa who has the same expression on her face as you. Not convincing at all. ‘Sure,’ Melissa mouths at you from across the table. You shake your head at her, furrowing your eyebrows at Gabe’s statement. ‘Nope,’ you mouth back at her, finishing your dessert. You decide to let it go, you don’t even know why you care so much. You shouldn’t, right? You broke things off with Tyson, so why do you care so much what he does and thinks? The answer to that question is pretty simple the longer you think about it. Because you still love him, that’s why.

You thank everyone for dinner and dessert, promising to cook something from them later this week. Right now all you can think about is your bed and a decent night of sleep. God, that sounds like a true dream right now. You strip out of your clothes, crawling into the soft and cozy bed. It doesn’t take long before you fall asleep, showing just how exhausted you truly are.

The weeks that follow are filled with all kinds of activities, the 5 of you falling back into a comfortable rhythm, surprising you considering the situation you’re in. It isn’t every day you take in the ex-girlfriend of one of your teammates, or your best friend, whatever way you want to see things. When you aren’t working you spend a lot of time with the kids, trying to make things easier for Melissa and Gabe whenever they are busy or simply need some time for the two of them. You happily take on some of their care, even if it’s as simple as making sure they get their food in time. Honestly they are two of the sweetest children you’ve ever come across, they always find ways to make you laugh, even though most of the time it isn’t on purpose.

It’s been quiet around the house tonight, Melissa went out with a few of her friends, while she left Gabe and the kids with you. Apparently she needed some ‘alone time’ which didn’t include kids, and definitely didn’t include Gabe after he mentioned he wanted some ‘alone time’ with her as well. You love their friendly bickering, the love they have for each other visible in everything they do. So when Melissa gave her husband a dirty look and flipped him the bird the only logical thing to do was to start laughing at their exchange. “Have fun with them, sweetheart!” Melissa had yelled at you when she walked through the door, leaving the four of you behind.

Together you decide to just have a movie night. It’s late enough for both children to be asleep already, yet early enough to squeeze in a full size movie marathon. “Gladiatorrrrr!” Gabe exclaims excitedly while scrolling through the movie selection on Netflix, pausing on his all-time favorite movie.

You groan, covering your face with your hands. “Please no, have mercy, Gabe,” you laugh, knowing damn well you’re going to sit through this movie again. How many times has it been already? 12? You wouldn’t even be surprised. This dude really loves his movie. You look at Gabe from between your fingers, seeing the look on his face which makes you groan even more. “Fineeee, one more time, Gabe. One more time,” you whine at him, secretly enjoying his taste in movies, something you don’t plan on telling him ever.

It’s a little after 10pm when the doorbell rings. You look at Gabe, who looks just as surprised as you are. “It’s a bit early for Mel, don’t you think?” Gabe asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Definitely, unless she drank the whole bottle of champagne again,” you chuckle, thinking back at one of the craziest parties you’ve ever been to with Mel and Gabe.

“Oh God, please don’t remind me of that,” Gabe shudders at the memory of that night, standing up to see who’s on the other side of the door.

Gabe hates to say that he isn’t surprised to see Tyson’s face as soon as he opens the door. Honestly he had expected him at his door days, maybe even weeks ago. The moment Tyson found out you were staying with Gabe he broke, Gabe expected him to fight, to yell, to scream, he expected him to do anything except cry. Which is exactly what Tyson did, breaking down in the middle of practice. For a moment the whole place went quiet, only Tyson’s cries echoing throughout the building. No one knew how to act, no one knew what to do, until Gabe realized he’s the captain for a reason. On and off the ice. It was a weird experience, one Gabe still feels extremely conflicted about. He comforted his teammate, his friend, while his other friend was at his home, utterly heartbroken, trying to get over the guy who was bawling his eyes out on the ice.

After Tyson got over the initial shock the anger took over, just as Gabe expected. It made him almost drop the gloves, something he tried to avoid, not wanting to hurt Tyson. He let him say his things, things that absolutely didn’t make any sense, until he got everything out of his system. “Now can we continue this fucking practice, Jost?” Gabe told him after everything calmed down. Gabe tried to avoid the Tyson/y/n topic as much as possible after that, not wanting to get in the middle of things more than he already was. Until tonight apparently.

Gabe raises an eyebrow at the boy before him. “Why are you here, Tyson?” Gabe sighs, already knowing the answer to that question.

Tyson looks around, eyes flickering from left to right, clearly uncomfortable being here. “I, uh, can I talk to y/n? I know she’s here,” Tyson asks, scratching the back of his head before putting them back in his pockets.

Gabe shakes his head at him. “You can’t, if she wants to talk to you she will find a way to contact you. As long as you don’t get your shit together and prove to me, but most of all to her, that you’ve changed, I won’t let you anywhere near her,” Gabe declares, starting to get annoyed with the way Tyson acts. There’s no way he lets him close to you until you feel like you’re ready to see him again, no way.

Tyson opens his mouth, but Gabe gives him a look that immediately shuts him up again. “I’m saying this as your captain, and definitely not as your friend right now. Go home and leave her the fuck alone. You had your chance, you fucked up and now you have to deal with the consequences. How you deal with those said consequences is up to you, but I suggest you leave now and think about everything you did and didn’t do, okay?” Tyson nods his head, turning around to walk back to his car.

When he’s a few steps away from his car he turns around, smiling sadly at Gabe. “She’s my home, Gabe. Home doesn’t feel the same without her. You out of all people should understand that.”

Gabe chuckles low, shaking his head at his clueless teammate. “I do. I do know what home feels like, but I never, never choose anyone or anything over my ‘home’. Never. You sure as hell did, time after time,” Gabe says frustratedly, before shutting the door, leaving behind an even more frustrated Tyson.

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you caught the sound of Tyson’s voice when you walked to the kitchen, grabbing some more popcorn. You didn’t mean to listen to their conversation, but it felt like you were glued to your place, unable to take another step, unable to do anything but listen.

Gabe walks back into the room, the look on your face immediately letting him know you know. “How much did you hear?” he asks softly, approaching you slowly.

“Enough,” you whisper, before breaking down, no longer able to keep the tears locked away, no longer able to keep your emotions to yourself.

With two steps Gabe is in front of you, grabbing the bowl of popcorn you held onto between your trembling fingers. He guides you back to the couch, urging you to sit down, which is a true challenge for someone who can barely feel the ground they walk on. Gabe wraps his arms around you the moment you sit down, allowing you to cry onto his shoulder as much as you want and need. He whispers sweet nothings while softly brushing your hair out of your face, making sure you have room to breath. Time after time Gabe proves what kind of friend he is, always making sure to be there for you when he’s needed, always doing things with the best intentions. Even if it’s just holding you until you calm down, even if it’s just speaking the truth against Tyson, even if it’s just simply being there for one another.

“Sooner or later he would’ve realized what he lost, what he gave up for an evening of clubbing or God knows what. Apparently it’s sooner rather than later, however make sure you make him work for it, if you ever decide you want to give the two of you another chance,” Gabe softly advises you, when you finally calmed down a bit.

“I will, you know I love him, Gabe. But I don’t know if I should?” you mumble, not sure if it’s a question Gabe has the answer to.

“Sometimes the heart wants what it wants. If he’s serious about you, he will work his ass off to earn back your love and trust, I promise you,” Gabe comforts you, after knowing Tyson for so long he’s positive he knows that Tyson goes above and beyond to get what he wants in life.

Maybe it’s Gabe’s comforting words, maybe it’s knowing deep down Tyson still cares, maybe it’s your own strength, but for the first time in a while you feel a tiny flicker of hope, a little bit of light at the end of the dark tunnel. Maybe, just maybe this was all worth it, maybe this is what needed to happen to get better and move forward. Maybe this is how it was supposed to go.

It’s a weird feeling, knowing your ex still cares about you, but also knowing you aren’t ready to let him back into your life like that. You don’t feel like you’re capable of seeing him yet, let alone talk to him. The need to know how he’s doing, how he’s holding up grows, but also confuses you. It’s simply a weird and confusing situation to be in. Choosing between two, maybe even more ways to handle this, while also waiting for Tyson to make a move, which he obviously can’t since you don’t want to see him or speak to him, is a hard task. A task that will require a lot of thinking. You just need a bit more time to gather your thoughts, give all of your confusing feelings a place, while making sure you put yourself first, you need to put yourself first this time.

So when Gabe invites you to one of his home games a few weeks later you say ‘yes’ right away. It seems like the perfect time and place to see Tyson from a distance again, without putting too much stress on yourself, you can just watch and enjoy the game, you don’t have to force anything. Of course your seats turned out to be way closer to the ice than you expected them to be, although... what did you exactly expect with Gabe? You know he’s been talking to both of you, kind of acting like some sort of messenger. He tried to keep it casual, just slipping in some information during a conversation, but you noticed what he was trying to do. Frankly you’re thankful for his meddling.

Steadily your heart starts to beat faster and faster the more players appear on the ice to warm up. When Gabe appears you aren’t surprised to see Tyson close to him, knowing Gabe they probably had a little chat before they went on the ice. Tyson’s eyes shoot to yours the moment he’s close by, completely forgetting the ability to skate. You gasp when he lands on his ass on the ice, earning himself a round of laughter from the people around him, including Melissa and you. Gabe skates over to him, extending his hand and helping him upright again, but not before clearly telling him he’s ‘a dumbass’. Now that’s something you can agree on.

You know Tyson has something up his sleeve when he skates off to the bench, clearly busying himself with something you can’t see. After a few more stolen glances at each other Tyson skates closer and closer to you, until he’s right in front of the glass. His left hand catches your attention, until he gives you a small and almost shy smile. “Look at him, he’s blushing!” Melissa whispers next to you. You shoot her a quick ‘shut up’ look, before you focus your attention back on Tyson.

Tyson shows you the puck in his gloved hand, mouthing to you to catch it. It takes him two tries before the puck lands on the other side of the glass, safely in your hands. Tyson gives you one last quick smile before he skates off to get ready for the game. Melissa nudges you softly, bringing you back from your thoughts. “So, what’s on there?” she asks, knowing damn well you haven’t even checked.

“I don’t know if I want to look, Mel,” you tell her honestly. Melissa gives you a sad smile, throwing her arm around your shoulders.

“Let’s look together?” she suggests. You don’t know why you’re so nervous, how much can you actually write on a puck? He seemed happy to see you, so there’s no need to be nervous that it’s a bad thing. You look at the puck, turning it around in your hands so you can read the whole thing. ‘Talk after the game?’ is written on the puck, you immediately recognize Tyson’s handwriting and his little smiley face, or.. something that should resemble a smiley face.

“That wasn’t that bad, right?” Melissa asks softly, squeezing your shoulder.

“What if I’m not ready?” you ask her, a question that has been on your mind a lot lately.

“Then you take a step back, you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone, you don’t have any obligations. But he’s trying, y/n. You’ve heard all of Gabe’s stories, you’ve seen it yourself just now. It can’t hurt to at least talk to him.” You think about Melissa’s words, she does have a point there. Talking is something you should’ve done ages ago, or at least Tyson should’ve done that. So this is progress, he’s at least trying this time, that’s more than he used to do.

It’s hard to keep the smile off your face, you can’t even pinpoint why exactly you’re smiling. Whatever the reason is, it’s a good feeling to smile again. The game sure as hell plays a big part in it, the guys are on fire, scoring goal after goal, never giving the puck away for long. There’s barely any time for you to give Tyson a thumbs up, indicating you’re up for a talk after the game. Whenever you look at Tyson when he’s off the ice he’s smiling, whether it is to himself or to one of his teammates, that smile won’t leave his face.

You follow Melissa down to the locker room after the game is over. You’ve done this so many times, but this time it couldn’t be more different. You greet all the girls who are patiently waiting on their man, getting enough comforting words from them to last you a lifetime. When the door to the locker room opens you come face-to-face with Mikko, someone you haven’t seen in a while. Mikko’s face lights up when he spots you outside the locker room. “y/n! I haven’t seen you in so long,” he says, while hugging you tightly.

“I missed you too, goof. It’s great to see you,” you smile at him, wiggling out of his iron grip. Dude’s definitely stronger than he looks.

“Between you and me, Tyson’s a good kid, he just needed to grow up a bit,” Mikko whispers against your ear, before leaving you alone again.

You raise your eyebrow at Melissa, who just shrugs her shoulders. Weird. After a few more minutes Gabe and Tyson appear in front of you, both of them joking around. Tyson nervously looks around, not sure if he should come any closer. Gabe hugs you swiftly before throwing his arm around his wife’s shoulders. “Make sure you bring her home safely, Jost,” Gabe warns him, before quickly saying goodbye to both of you.

You watch them leave, your mouth agape by the way they just left you here. Rude. “Did they just really do that?” you ask no one in particular, still shocked by their actions.

You turn around, looking back at Tyson, who still appears to be nervous. Is he nervous to talk to you? Why would he be nervous? It’s just you. “Hi there,” you smile, looking up at the man in front of you.

“Hi beautiful, it was nice seeing you tonight,” Tyson softly says, giving you a small smile.

Your insides flutter with his use of words, it’s nice hearing them even though you’re not completely sure if he means them the way you hope he does. “It was. You played great, I had a lot of fun,” you say, smiling at the proud look that crosses Tyson’s face for a moment.

Tyson leads you back to the rink, which is now completely deserted, thinking it would be a nice place to chat. For a while the two of you fall back into small talk, ‘how’s life?’, ‘how’s work?’, all that bullshit. You know Tyson and you are avoiding the actual topic that needs to be discussed, or topics? Whatever it is, there’s a lot to talk about. “I missed it here, I forgot how much I loved being here,” you tell Tyson, looking at the lights that lighten up the place, thinking back at the memories full of fun and happiness you both created here.

“I missed you, baby,” Tyson blurts out, completely catching you off guard.

Your eyes shoot back to his, you feel the panic rising inside your body. “Tyson...,” you start, warning him he’s walking on thin ice here.

Tyson’s face falls a bit, seeing the anxious look on your face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” Tyson groans, rubbing his face harshly, utterly frustrated with himself and the situation.

It’s quiet for a minute, both of you completely lost in thoughts. “Why is this so hard? We used to be able to talk about anything and everything. What changed, y/n?” Tyson wonders out loud.

You feel a painful pang in your heart, because you know damn well what changed. “You did, Tyson. You changed,” you almost whisper, the truth behind those words more clear than ever before.

You watch as Tyson’s whole composure changes in the blink of an eye, in just a split second he goes from the ‘happy’ guy to the guy who’s just as heartbroken as you are. “I did, didn’t I?” Tyson whispers, the tears pooling in his eyes. “I fucked this up, how could I be so stupid?” he mumbles, burying in face in his hands. “I’m so sorry, I regret this more than I could ever admit to you. I’m so sorry, baby,” Tyson cries, trying to keep his eyes focused on you. It’s hard to keep your own tears at bay when the guy you love so much has a breakdown in front of you, so you don’t. You just let them fall.

You don’t make a move to comfort him, you do give him room to let it all out, give him time to gather his composure again. “I looked through the box, the one you left on our bed?” Tyson says, his voice still broken, still thick with emotion. You nod your head, it was something you hoped he would do. “I had no idea you kept all of that throughout the years,” Tyson smiles weakly at you. “It made me realize what a moron I have been these past few months, maybe even longer,” he continues, shaking his head in disappointment. You listen intently at him, this, this is what you hoped for all this time: realization.

“I’m not telling you that you weren’t a moron, because you absolutely were. But I’m glad you came to the same conclusion.”

Tyson chuckles at your statement, giving you half a smile. “I know, I’m a dumbass. I’m a dumbass for acting this way and a dumbass for letting you go. Any guy would be on top of the world with you by his side, and I just let you slip through my fingers,” Tyson tells you, finally showing he knows he’s been a fool all this time, he knows he let something special go.

“Is it too late for us? Can you give us another chance?” Tysons asks you, his eyes flickering between you and the ground.

You sigh softly, knowing this question would come. It’s something you gave a lot of thought, something that crossed your mind daily. “I don’t know, Tyson. I really don’t know. You really fucking hurt me, you know? I can’t just look past that, I need to heal from that,” you tell him. Tyson nods his head, a guilty expression on his face. “You made me feel worthless every single day. You didn’t even give me a second of your time day after day. All you cared about was being away. Being away from me?”

It’s right that moment Tyson interrupts you by grabbing your hands. “No. No. That’s not true, you need to believe me,” he tells you as fast as he can.

“But how can I believe you when you never gave me a reason to? Your actions showed me exactly that, Tyson. I need answers, I need to know why,” you exclaim, starting to panic again, your anxiety taking over.

“Easy, baby. I’ll tell you everything you want to know, everything you want, but right now I need you to breath. Breathe, baby,” Tyson says softly, trying to calm your shallow breathing back down to normal. “Listen to my breathing, try to follow the way I breathe.” You do as he says, following the rise and fall of his chest, gaining back control of your own breathing.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, while Tyson just shakes his head at you, letting you know it’s okay. “Can you take me home, Ty? We can talk later, okay?” you ask him, suddenly feeling the need to crawl underneath the covers of your bed and just simply sleep for a while.

“Anything you want, y/n,” Tyson says, leading you out of the room and back to his car. You’re pretty sure he mumbled something under his breath, something very closely resembling ‘your home isn’t there, it’s with me’.

The drive to Gabe takes longer than expected, giving you more time to think about Tyson’s earlier question. You still need and want to know how he spent his nights, where he spent his nights, and why he acted like you didn’t exist. That conversation might need to wait until another day, you aren’t up for any more information, any more realizations, you still need to process everything you heard, saw and felt today.

Tyson stops the car in front of Gabe’s house, looking back at you with hopeful eyes. You know he still hopes he gets an answer to his earlier question, and you want to give him at least that. “You need to show me you changed, Tyson. Show me you changed for real and I’ll try to get past everything that happened. I can’t promise you anything,” you tell him softly, meaning everything you just said.

Tyson nods his head, a smile of relief on his lips. “I will, I promise you I will show you I changed and that you’re everything to me. I promise, baby.”

So that’s exactly what Tyson does the next few weeks, every free moment he tries to show you just how much you mean to him, without smothering you. Whether it’s taking you out for dinner, although you’re still waiting for Tyson to actually make you dinner by himself one day, to small coffee dates and fresh flowers at work. It’s been a lot to process, a lot of adjusting to this ‘new’ Tyson, or rather seeing the ‘old’ Tyson again. And you missed him, God you missed him so much.

Tyson seems happier, more at peace with himself these days, it’s a pleasant change. Often you wondered what was really going on inside his head, but you stopped trying after he waved it off again, and again, and again. The late night phone calls, or facetiming during road trips have become a habit again, something you didn’t think you would ever experience again with him. You still take things slow with Tyson, deciding to rather allow yourself to slowly start trusting him again than diving head first into a relationship again. Maybe it will never come that far again, you don’t know how the future will look like for the two of you, but for now it’s enough.

You come face-to-face with a smirking Melissa when you get home from yet another ‘iced coffee and donut’ date, even though you’re pretty sure Tyson isn’t allowed to eat any donuts. “Oh no,” you groan at Melissa’s expression.

“It’s time we have a little sister-sister conversation, don’t you think?” she asks you, ushering you into the living room.

“Do we?” you groan again, not in the mood to handle whatever Melissa wants to talk about now, because you already know it’s either about you, Tyson or you and Tyson.

Melissa flops down on the couch, patting the place next to her, indicating for you to sit your ass down. “Did you already talk to him about it?” she asks, straight to point in pure Melissa-style.

You let your head fall back against the cushions, sighing loudly. “I didn’t. We’re doing great, we’re having fun. I’m going to ruin it if I start asking questions again.”

Melissa stays quiet for a minute, trying to figure out the right way to approach this sensitive topic. “You know you deserve the truth, right? You can’t rebuild a relationship when not everything’s on the table, sweetheart,” Melissa says softly, knowing you’re struggling with this.

“I promise I’ll talk to him after the road trip, I don’t want to create any unnecessary negative energy before,” you promise Melissa, although she gives you a ‘who are you trying to fool here’ look before switching topics.

A few days later you find yourself back at Tyson’s place. It’s weird being here, knowing you don’t live here anymore. Nothing changed, absolutely nothing, Tyson kept everything the way you did, whether it’s out of laziness or out of hope you’ll come back on day. Either way it’s weird coming back to a place that’s no longer your home. You came here to talk, nothing more nothing less. You promised Mel you would, and if you’re being honest with yourself it’s time to know the truth, time to reopen old wounds and finally get some answers. You’ve grown closer and closer to Tyson, without knowing everything, without knowing you’d be able to forgive him if he ever made a misstep. It’s time.

Tyson has been a nervous wreck ever since you called him last night after he returned from the road trip to St. Louis. He knew this was coming, but he prayed you would simply forget, even though he knows that’s not fair at all. He can’t excuse his behavior, and he won’t, not anymore. You deserve nothing but the truth, the full truth. He’s not proud of it, but you leaving him opened his eyes, showed him he really needed to change. Tyson feels like that’s something he truly did, he changed for the better, he can only hope you’ll feel the same way. He can only hope you’re still on the same path after tonight.

“You did great these last games, Ty,” you smile at him. You’re proud of the way he’s been performing these last couple of games, he really stepped up his game.

“I know you didn’t come here to talk about my performances on the ice, so can we please skip the pleasantries?” Tyson sighs, catching you completely off guard with his rather harsh approach. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way, I’ve just been so fucking nervous since you called me,” Tyson curses, frustratedly brushing his fingers through his curls.

“You’re right though, I did come to talk. I think it’s time we lay all our cards on the table,” you tell him, nodding at your own answer.

You nervously bite on your lip, playing with the cup of water in your hand. It isn’t every day you ask your ex these questions. Questions you want the answers to, question you maybe don’t even want to hear the answers of. “I need to know if you cheated on me, Ty,” you blurt out, keeping your eyes on the ground, not wanting to see the look on Tyson’s face.

“Look at me, baby,” Tyson says, urging you to look up at him. “I never cheated on you, I wouldn’t do that to you. I promise.”

You shake your head at him, not knowing what to do with these emotions surging through your body. “It doesn’t make sense, Ty. Where were you all those nights? Where were you every time I lay in bed alone waiting for my boyfriend to come home? Waiting if he actually comes home this time or stays out all night again? Where were you?” At this point you’re past the civil conversations, past the friendly banter, you need answers, you need to know why he did what he did. The reason doesn’t even matter at this point, you need to know why. Why did he leave you alone so many nights, worrying about his well being, worrying about if he would come home at some point?

“Fuck, y/n! I know I fucked up, I know I did. But I swear on everything, I swear on my career, I swear on you that I never, never, touched another woman. I never kissed another woman, I never even danced with another woman, I did not cheat on you,” Tyson exclaims, hoping, praying you hear what he’s saying, that you’ll believe him. He didn’t do anything with another person, it was always you, it still is only you and he’ll do everything in his power to prove that to you every damn day.

“Then where were you, Ty? If you weren’t with another woman, then where the fuck were you every night you didn’t came home? Please enlighten me, because I’m so lost, so fucking lost,” you say, feeling utterly frustrated with yourself, with Tyson, with this shitty situation.

Tyson takes a deep breath, placing his cup back on the table. “Shitfaced drunk to the point I couldn’t even remember my own name, or so stoned I saw freaking elephants running all around town. Spending my money on unnecessary shit at clubs and bars, all to forget, trying to forget the fact that I had a perfect girlfriend waiting for me at home, while I did stupid shit. Fuck, this sounds even worse out loud than in my head,” Tyson groans, burying his face in his hands.

“But...,” you start, before Tyson cuts you off.

“I felt ashamed and guilty, y/n. Ashamed I let it get that far every time, guilty I didn’t tell you, guilty I didn’t come home again. One of the guys would just take me back to their place out of sympathy, letting me crash on their couch, trying to sleep off my haze.”

You try to come up with words to say, with anything but nothing comes out, you just feel.. empty? “I don’t understand, Tyson,” you say, at this point not even sure what you don’t understand.

“I tried, y/n. I tried to just come clean, but I couldn’t when you were so nice all the time, I couldn’t when I knew you would hate it, hate me. You know I’m a fucking lightweight, that makes it even worse. But those are no excuses, there aren’t any. I fucked up,” Tyson sighs, giving you a sad smile, “I couldn’t face you, I didn’t know how to show you my vulnerable side without letting it change the way you saw me. I didn’t want you to see me any different, but I didn’t notice I changed until you packed your bags and left me standing in the doorway.”

You’re absolutely speechless, there are so many things you want to say but you can’t form any sentences, any words. You just stare at him, your mind racing with an unlimited amount of thoughts. “Are you okay, baby?” Tyson asks softly, reaching out to put his hand on your arm.

You shake your head from side to side, wiping away the tears that spilled out. “I’m not okay, I’m definitely not okay,” you tell him. “I feel terrible knowing you didn’t feel like you could come to me, like you couldn’t talk to me. I’ve always been your biggest supporter, nothing would’ve changed that, Ty.”

Tyson gently wipes the tears away from underneath your eyes, scooting closer to where you’re seated. “Come here, baby,” he softly says, opening his arms for you. You hesitate for a second, not knowing if this is the right thing to do. Fuck the right thing, you definitely need a hug right now, and judging by Tyson’s facial expression he needs one as well. You lean forward, putting your arms around his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his body. How long has it been since you hugged each other? You can’t even remember, way too long. Tyson closes his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible to his own body.

“I missed this, Ty. I missed you,” you confess, the feeling of his arms around you, the feeling of Tyson, bringing back so many memories, so many happier times.

“I know we still have a long way to go, but I hope we’ll do this together. I can’t even tell you how great it feels to have my arms around you again, even if it’s just for a moment,” Tyson says, after you both let go of each other.

“We do, but I’m in if you’re in, Ty,” you agree, wanting nothing more than to work through the issues you still have. It’s time to forgive, time to let go, time to change and time to move on.

“I’m all in.”

The talk you had with Tyson that Wednesday evening did wonders for the both of you. You still had a long way to go before you were even remotely close to where you used to be with Tyson, but the most important thing was that you were working on things. Slowly, but steadily the two of you worked on trusting each other again, telling each other important things again, just simply working on being in a healthy relationship again. Although the word never came up, you were nowhere near ready for that commitment, so you settled on something less intimidating. Friends.

It was supposed to be a regular, normal Friday evening with just Melissa and the kids. Gabe and Tyson were playing one of their most important games this season, both of them begged you to come, but it was too late to find a babysitter. Not wanting to be by yourself there and leaving Mel alone, you decided to sit this one out as well, promising to cheer them on in front of the tv. It’s the least you could do. So there you are, seated on the couch wearing your Jost jersey for the very first time again, just as you promised. Weird, like nothing ever changed, even though the exact opposite is true.

You’re bouncing a giggling Linnea Rae on your knee, looking down at her adorable mini jersey. “Look it’s your daddy!” you exclaim excitedly, pointing at the closeup shot of Gabe.

“Daddy!” Linnea Rae giggles just as excited.

You catch Mel softly smiling at your little interaction with her daughter, enjoying the love you share for each other. It’s been a blessing to have you around here, the way you care for her children, but also for her and her husband has been phenomenal. Mel couldn’t wish for a better friend, for a better sister than you.

“Oh no,” you whisper when Tyson gets slammed hard into the glass. Melissa grabs your hand, squeezing softly.

“He’s going to be fine, he’s a tough guy,” she says, trying her best to comfort you. And he is, like the tough guy Tyson is, he gets up again, shaking off the hard hit. The game continues and you’re glad Tyson is fine, skating like he didn’t just get squeezed between a glass wall and a 200 pound hockey player.

All goes well until Gabe decides the best place to smack his stick is directly against Tyson’s face, again. “Not his face, Gabe! Not his fucking face again!” you yell at the screen, thanking Mel for already putting the kids to sleep.

“Shit, that looks bad,” Melissa almost whispers, squeezing your hand again.

You don’t know many things for sure in life, but you sure as hell know Tyson will be spotting a black eye for weeks. But like the tough guy he already proved to be, he just goes on with the game, trying his absolute best to work as hard as he can, giving himself completely to the game, anything to get his team the victory.

“That’s the second time you gave my man a black eye, Gabe. Why do you keep hurting him?” you whine the second Gabe walks into the living room. For a moment the room stays awfully quiet, until you realize what you just said. “I really said that, huh?” you ask, fighting to keep the smile off your face.

“You sure did. But I’m sorry, it was an accident. Again,” Gabe chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

“Uhu, again,” you say, rolling your eyes at your best friend.

Gabe grins at you, flopping down on the couch next to Mel. “I’ll try not to hurt his pretty face again, okay?” Gabe laughs, shaking his head at you in a playful way.

“Is it weird if I, you know.. went over to check up on him?” you ask your friends, suddenly insecure about the thought of just showing up at his door.

Gabe gives you a soft smile. “I’m absolutely convinced he’d love that, y/n,” Gabe says, pulling Melissa closer to him.

“I know he would, sis,” Melissa agrees with her husband.

“Fine, okay. I’ll be back in a few. Don’t enjoy yourself too much,” you tell the two lovebirds before finding your stuff and almost running out of the front door.

You’re giddy the entire drive to Tyson’s apartment. This could go two ways, either it goes extremely well or this backfires completely. You’re hoping for the first one. Seeing Tyson get hurt gave you some realizations. One of them is that you absolutely hate to see him hurt, and you want nothing more than to be there for him, care for him, to tell him everything will be alright. Which brings you to your second discovery of the evening: you still love him, you’re still completely and utterly in love with Tyson. You can’t, really can’t imagine your life without Tyson in it. It’s your turn to tell him you need him, tell him you don’t want to do anything without him, tell him you still see a future together.

You pick up his favorite comfort food on the way over, cake. You know his nutritionist will hate you for this, but he deserves a treat after taking a stick to the face. You chuckle to yourself when you think of the small cake you bought, it’s stupid and childish, but you love it. The fun you already had makes it absolutely worth it. You park in front of the building, hopping out of the car and quickly making your way over to the floor Tyson occupies.

You rummage around in your coat pocket for the lighter you bought alongside the cake. Quickly placing the cover back into the bag, and lighting up the ‘2’ shaped candle. You snicker to yourself, enjoying this way too much. You knock on the door and patiently wait for Tyson to open up. You hear Tyson approaching, making it harder and harder to keep your composure.

The moment he opens the door his face shifts from slight annoyance, to confused, to happy, and back to confused again. “y/n?” he asks softly, looking between you and the cake, confusion clearly written all over his face.

“Happy second black eye!” you yell, before bursting out in laughter.

Tyson can’t help but join you in your laughter, if there’s one thing he loves about you, it’s your wicked sense of humor. “You really are something special, aren’t you?” Tyson chuckles, shaking his head softly at you, a smile playing on his lips.

“You tell me, Jost,” you say, giving him a wink before walking past him and inside his apartment.

“So you bought me a cake?” Tyson asks you, looking over your shoulder to the cake on his kitchen counter.

“I sure did, thought you’d deserved a treat after what Gabe did to you, again,” you laugh.

“He sure likes to hit me in the face with things. But thank you, this really means a lot to me, baby,” Tyson softly says, squeezing your hip with one of his hands, before grabbing two plates. While Tyson cuts the cake you look for something to drink, deciding water will do for the night.

You flop down on the couch next to Tyson, immediately bringing the fork with a piece of cake to your mouth. “Oh God, that’s so good,” you moan out, you picked some killer cake.

“Don’t make those noises, please,” Tyson groans, stuffing his face with cake.

“I’m sorry I picked such a good freaking cake, mister,” you laugh, nudging him with your foot. Tyson rolls his eyes playfully at you, grabbing your foot with his free hand before you can nudge him again and again.

“Movie?” Tyson asks after you both finished your plates, although Tyson finished the last few bites of your piece. Like he said he’s a needy and hungry man.

“Sure, but just something light and funny, Ty. Nothing dark,” you tell him, knowing he’d love to scare you throughout some horror movie.

While Tyson scrolls through the movies, you make yourself more comfortable on the couch, laying back against the cushions with your feet against Tyson. He looks at you, scanning your body, clearly thinking about something since his eyebrows keep furrowing and relaxing.

“Come here, Tyson,” you softly say when he finally picks a movie to watch, opening your arms for him. His eyes shoot to yours, like he can’t actually believe you just told him that. He gives you a quick smile, before moving towards you, laying down beside you.

He rests his head against your chest, just like he used to do so long ago, his arm wrapped around your waist. “Is this okay?” he asks you, making sure you aren’t uncomfortable, even though you’re the one who suggested this.

“It’s perfect, Ty,” you reassure him.

Halfway through the movie you can’t resist the temptation to run your fingers through his curls any longer. Tyson groans softly when your nails rake over his scalp, sending chill through your body. “That’s so good, please never stop doing that,” he groans out, pulling you tighter against him.

“I wasn’t planning on it, Ty,” you tell him, smiling at the way his eyes shoot to yours.

“You aren’t? Are you serious?” he asks you quietly, eyes still locked on yours.

“I am, love. I came to the conclusion that you’re worth all the risks in life. You’re my light, my guiding light in darkness, my light at the end of the tunnel,” you say, leaving a soft kiss on his forehead. You try to express your emotions towards Tyson, trying to make him feel what you felt when you came to the sudden realization he’s worth taking a risk.

“What does that mean, baby?” Tyson asks you softly, an uncertain smile on his lips.

“It means I’m willing to give us another shot, another go. I want to try again, Ty.”

You can’t help the smile that forms on your lips when you look at Tyson’s face, the realization setting in, the happiness and the gratefulness spreading all over his face, the relief flooding through his body.

“How does that work?” Tyson asks again, clearly trying to rid himself of any insecurities, any questions he has. You gladly take those insecurities away from him.

“A clean slate, completely starting over again to give us both a fresh start. How does that sound?” you ask him.

Tyson nods at you, the happiness radiation off him. “A fresh start, I like the sound of that,” Tyson muses. The changes on his face fascinates you, it seems like he goes through a whole range of emotions in just a few minutes. Until he reaches one you know all too well, mischief. He looks at you, the familiar glimmer in his eyes tells you he’s definitely up to something. He sends you a soft and sweet smile, that almost melts you into a puddle right there and then. “Hi, I’m Tyson,” he says, extending his hand to you. You can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you, this is exactly how Tyson is. Funny, charming, an absolute dream.

“You’re a goof, you know that?” you tell him, softly shaking your head at him, but the big grin on your face tells him you loved that. Tyson intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing softly. When he doesn’t make any other moves you take matters into your own hand, slowly leaning in and softly pressing your lips on his. The familiarity, the rush of emotion flooding through your body hits you like a ton of bricks. The feeling of his lips against yours light something deep inside of you, and just like that you finally feel complete again.

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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Can I request a Tsukishima Kei x reader where they make up after an argument please 💜 also are there any prompt lists that you like and we can look through? If no, that’s cool too!

Make-Ups Instead of Break-Ups

A/N: I’ve never really used any prompt lists before, so I don’t have any ones in particular that I can direct you to, unfortunately. However, I’ll write pretty much anything so if you find a prompt from some random list and want me to write it, just send it my way! If anyone is unsure, just shoot me a private message or an anon ask and I’ll try my best to answer ASAP! (Btw, thanks for requesting! Tsukki is one of my fav Haikyuu characters and I just LOVE writing for him)

Characters: Tsukishima Kei

Rating: PG

Warnings: some arguing, in case that isn’t your jam, but other than that it’s pretty family-friendly

Biting your tongue, you drew in a few deep breaths from your nose, trying your hardest not to let any of the harsh words that you’d surely regret later spring forth from your mouth.

Across from you, standing with his arms crossed and an irritatingly smug look plastered across his face, Tsukki waited for you to either give in to your anger or storm off; those were the only two ways you knew how to handle arguments with him, even though neither one of them ever seemed to do you any good.

Even though this disagreement had sprouted from something as simple as Tsukki being late without sending you a courtesy text or call to let you know, your current boiling blood originated more from the series of things you had been bottling up inside for the past month or so.

At first, you had thought it was nothing more than a run-of-the-mill rough patch, but as time went on and things gradually got worse, you actually started to believe that your relationship had run its course. Ignored texts, missed phone calls, dry conversations, and the like had you ready to burst at the seam, and today, that seam had finally gave way.

“I just don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to be considerate,” you said in an attempt to remain composed but still convey how you were really feeling. You knew that if you never brought up the issues, Tsukki wouldn’t either, and then things would just be left to simmer and eventually, boil over. So, the confrontation was left up to you.

“Practice ran long.” He huffed. “I don’t know what you expect me to do about that.”

You shook your head, your irritation growing as he seemingly refused to acknowledge the point you were trying to make. “I never said I was mad about practice running long. I understand that things happen. What I’m trying to tell you is that it would be nice for you to let me know so that I’m not standing around waiting for thirty minutes, thinking you stood me up.”

“I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal.” He threw his hands into the air for effect.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a big deal because if you had told me you were running late instead of just leaving me in the dark, we wouldn’t be arguing right now.”

“We wouldn’t be arguing right now if you didn’t insisit on overreacting about every little thing.”

And there it was. The words that finally pushed you over the edge. The breaking point.

“Do you even want to be with me anymore?!” you shouted, definitely louder than you had intended. “Because it certainly doesn’t seem like it, and if that’s the case then please just be honest with me because I can’t keep doing this.”

For the first time since you had met him, Tsukki was speechless. No snarky remark, no annoying facial expression, no nonchalant shrug. Nothing. The tall blonde boy was completely taken aback by your sudden outburst.

This time, it was your turn to cross your arms over your chest and wait for a response. When none came, you scoffed.

“You don’t even care enough to say something when I’m talking about breaking up?” You were actually shocked. Sure, Tsukki was bad with emotions on the best of days, but this was a whole new low that you hadn’t been expecting. “Nothing?”

You watched the anger wash away from your boyfriend’s face, his shoulders slumping and his eyes softening. But still, he didn’t say a word; because he didn’t want to or he didn’t know what to say, you weren’t sure . . . but in that moment, his silence spoke volumes.

“Then I guess that’s it.” The words physically hurt to say, but you knew it needed to be done.

Then, without warning, Tsukki turned and walked out of your room. You felt your heart shred to pieces as you watched his retreating figure, and when he turned the corner and disappeared out of sight, your stomach began to twist itself into tight, uncomfortable knots.

You waited until you heard the front door open and close before you allowed yourself to cry, but it never happened. When you heard the faint sound of rummaging in the other room, your curiosity got the better of you. Slowly, you ventured into the living room where Tsukki had dropped his volleyball bag upon arriving. Leaning against the wall, you watched him dig through the bag frantically.

“What are you doing?” you asked. Completely dumbfounded at the way he seemed totally unaffected by your words.

Finally, he stilled, his hand clamped around whatever it was he had been looking for. You watched his chest rise and fall as he drew in deep breaths, and when he turned to face you, you were surprised to see tears in his eyes.

Standing to his full height, which towered above you, he approached you carefully, almost like you were a stray dog, and he held out a small, wrapped box toward you.

Your eyes shifted from him to the box, unsure of what was happening.

“This is for you,” he said, and when you still looked puzzled, he elaborated. “For your birthday next month. I didn’t know what to get you, so I’ve been asking the guys for help . . . which was probably a horrible idea, now that I think about it. Practice didn’t run late today. I was picking this up. I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was going to be late.”

Suddenly, you felt like the biggest idiot in the entire world. Even though you felt like you didn’t deserve any sort of gift at all, you took the box from Tsukki’s hand because every second that you didn’t, he looked more and more worried you were going to completely reject him.

“What about all the other times?” you inquired, hoping he had an explanations for that as well. “You’ve been so distant.”

“Yeah . . . I was hoping you hadn’t noticed any of that. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do for your birthday without being too obvious about it and I think I got a little too inside my own head.” He nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I was worried if I opened my mouth, I would let something slip. I felt like I was going to be like Hinata and just say whatever I was thinking . . . it was a horrible feeling.”

You chuckled softly at that. “Why didn’t you just ask me what I wanted for my birthday? Seems that would have saved us a lot of trouble.”

“Nishinoya said girls like to be surprised,” he answered. “Apparently it’s more . . . romantic.”

You quirked an eyebrow up at him and smirked. “And you listened to him?”

He hung his head. “Not my proudest moment.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me all of this before? Why wait until I was ready to end it all?”

Tsukki shrugged. “. . . stubborn . . .” he muttered, barely even audible.

“What was that?” You leaned in closer.

“I’m stubborn!” He admitted, the tears gone from his eyes now and his expression one of humiliated acknowledgement. “I’m a hard-headed jerk who messed up!”

You smiled warmly before handing the box back to Tsukki. His eyes widened at the gesture, convinced you were rejecting him and the gift.

“Give it to me on my actual birthday,” you told him before he could spiral too much. “And next time, just talk to me instead of being all shady.”

Tsukki’s mood lifted as he took the box back into his hands once again. “Does this mean . . .?” His eyes were filled with hope; a wondrous look that you rarely saw on his face. You almost wanted to pull out your phone and take a photo.

“Since you came prepared with a gift and a solid explanation, I forgive you.” You wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him tight. “But if you ever go silent on me again or forget to tell me when you’re running late, I will shove my foot so far up-”

Tsukki quickly hugged you back, pressing your face into his t-shirt and promptly shushing you before you could get the rest of your threat out. “I promise I’ll do better,” he whispered before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “And I promise I’ll never listen to the guys ever again.”

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link4eva · 3 years

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Kiro’s Hidden Light Date Translation [CN]

Hi, everyone! Thanks so much for your patience! I really appreciate it 💛

Just a couple of things before you begin reading. I don’t actually know any Chinese so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate. A huge shout-out to @keliosyfan for all the help with this translation and for also listening to me crying and screaming as I translated this date! Sorry about your ears 😅

There is a call that comes before the date which I’ll link here!

This translation contains spoilers for a date that has not yet been released to the ENG server. If you wish to not be spoiled, please don’t look below the cut.

Hope you enjoy~ 💛

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[First Part]

In the Temple of the Gods, the new gods gathered here for the first weekly meeting since taking office.

I was holding a thin report, standing at the end of the reporting line--

As the first star god in the God Realm, my job is too simple compared to other gods.

After the sun sets, I wake up the sleeping stars in the galaxy. This is my job.

Lord God: It’s your turn, God of Day and Night

The voice of the Lord God rang above the temple, and the man who was summoned walked slowly to the center of the hall.

???: Lord God, I have a request….

A bitter feeling poured in, I lowered my head and tried not to look at the back that seemed to have become thinner--

The God of Day and Night, Kiro.

(Flashback)

I met him at the New God Training Camp years ago.

Every new god must learn about their responsibilities here, and then use their performance to assign the appropriate position.

Priest: The subsequent training is a pair of two, the grouping rules are very simple.

Priest: There are two of each kind of pastry on this long table, and two people who have the same one will automatically be matched.

I scanned the big circle with interest and my eyes landed on a pastry that looked tasty.

Just when I was about to pick it up, a slender hand stretched out at the same time.

I looked up and saw a handsome man standing beside me with a bright smile on his pale face, his eyes brilliant and pure.

Priest: After you choose, you can take the pastry and find your partner.

Kiro: It seems that we’ve already completed the next step. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: Hello, my name is Kiro.

MC: H-hello, I am MC.

At that time, I blushed and my heart was beating very fast. Maybe it was because his smile was too gorgeous.

Since then, we have become good partners who talk about everything.

We climbed the wall and skipped class together, and set off the fireworks behind the mountain under the stars to share every day with each other after agreeing to become true gods.

Kiro: But….I hope we can stay together and become gods who are sincerely respected by people.

My heart was beating rapidly at his sincere tone, and I suddenly realized that my feelings for him were more than just platonic. *Changed some wording*

I want to be with him all the time and share with him all the beautiful things in the world--

Kiro thinks the same way, right? Otherwise, he wouldn’t make the promise of “always being together”.

Our feelings must be the same.

With this in mind, until the graduation ceremony of the new gods a week ago, the Lord God announced the new god’s proposed deity.

Lord God: ….Finally, it is proposed that Kiro is the God of the Sun and MC is the God of Night.

I happily accepted the proposal knowing that in the God realm, the God of Day and the God of Night will be regarded as an official pair.

And every day and night, they will accompany each other and will be bound together forever. *Changed some wording*

However, I forgot to confirm Kiro’s thoughts and didn’t even glance at his expression after hearing the proposed order.

I only remember that I was happily drunk and took his hand while talking a lot.

MC: I’m so glad!

MC: When I become the God of Night, I will give you the brightest star!

MC: And, I….

I also said a lot of nonsense. As for the content of the nonsense, it doesn’t matter anymore.

The important thing is that Kiro saw the Lord God in private on the second day, which caused the Lord God to change the original plan of the gods in the subsequent ceremony of the gods.

Lord God: Starting today, Kiro alone will be the God of Day and Night, and MC will become the first star god.

MC: Did you ask the Lord God to change the proposed deity position?

After the ceremony, I asked Kiro outside the temple gate, and he nodded silently.

MC: Why?

Kiro: I….

Seeing his hesitant expression, I understood in an instant--

He is unwilling.

He would rather bear the weight of the power of two gods alone than to get involved with me anymore.

I forgot how that day went on. I just felt that I was in an emotional, shameful and sullen mood ever since.

Later, Kiro would come to me almost every day, probably because he wanted to continue to be friends with me. However, I couldn’t deal with this mood of mine, so I constantly avoided him.

Kiro: ….Therefore, I need to familiarize myself with the work of the Star God.

MC: ?

After looking back, I realized that Kiro had turned his head and his eyes met my own.

All the gods are looking at me, and the God of Prophecy with whom I have a good relationship with winked at me.

Kiro: Would you like to spend a day with me, Star God?

[Second Part]

After walking out of the temple, I figured out what happened.

In order to confirm the position of the moon and stars, Kiro asked the Lord God to spend a day with me and get acquainted with each other’s work.

I stood at the door of the temple with a blank stare, not understanding why he wanted to do this.

Does he really want to get involved with me? Or is it just for work? But why do we have to spend a day together if we want to allocate the moon and the stars reasonably?

I couldn’t understand it for a while, but I also couldn’t violate the Lord God’s order, so I had to stand outside the temple gate and wait for Kiro to drive the solar cart to pick me up.

His first task every day is to drive a solar cart to fill the earth with sunlight.

Even though I kept avoiding him, I often belittled myself for being useless, and at the same time asked the God of Prophecy about the situation.

During the day, he was busy dealing with various official affairs, and at night, he stayed alone in the Temple of Sun and Moon, without ever taking a step outside of the temple.

I have been thinking about all the different reasons, but this seems to be Kiro’s secret. Even if the God of Prophecy wanted to tell me, she couldn’t speak.

??: Star God~ Congratulations~

Following the voice, the God of Prophecy walked towards me with a grandiose expression on her face.

MC: Congratulations?

God of Prophecy: Isn’t it worthy of congratulations to spend a day with someone you like?

I quickly covered her mouth and looked around nervously.

This woman can be said to be the god with the most amount of gossip amongst the gods, but she really knows all the secrets of the world. *Changed some wording*

Due to the divine order, she couldn’t tell the secret to anyone, so she often wanted to gossip about others but to no avail, and finally scratched her head in a hurry.

MC: If you talk nonsense, I will destroy your temple!

God of Prophecy: Ok, ok, don’t destroy my temple. You can destroy the gift I gave you instead.

Seeing that I didn’t respond much, she was a little confused.

God of Prophecy: You really haven’t opened the secret scroll I gave you?

God of Prophecy: As long as you open the scroll with your own hands, you can see the secret you want to know the most.

MC: ….I have no secrets that I want to know.

God of Prophecy: Then return it to me!

MC: I put it under the rock next to the galaxy. You gave it to me, how I use it is my own business.

God of Prophecy: You….

The sound of horse hooves interrupted our conversation, and Kiro stopped slowly in front of us while driving a solar chariot pulled by a horse.

Kiro: Have you been waiting long, Star God? *Changed some wording*

God of Prophecy: Even if you made her wait for you for a hundred thousand years, it still wouldn’t be too long for her….

MC: Don’t listen to her nonsense.

I hurriedly interrupted her and immediately climbed into the chariot.

(Cut to the sky)

Kiro chuckled softly. He raised his whip and the horse whinnied and soared into the blue sky.

The daylight poured out from the chariot, the golden morning light flowed slowly like a river, tinting the colour of the sky a little bit golden.

Kiro didn’t seem to intend to return until the daylight dyed the sky.

After smooth sailing, the solar chariot stopped on a lotus pond in the Valley of Spirits.

(Cut to Valley of Spirits)

When he got out of the chariot, the flowers and plants stretched out to reach wherever he passed. The elves woke up from their slumber and surrounded him immediately as if saying hello.

Kiro: This is where I rest. I will come here every day after sunrise.

MC: Are we not checking the positions of the moon and stars….

Before I finished my question, a white deer appeared.

Its breathing was laboured. It then bowed its head and rubbed Kiro’s hand, its white belly bulging. *Changed some wording*

MC: Is it sick?

Kiro looked at it thoughtfully for a while and lightly stroked its stomach.

Kiro: I think it knows that I will be here every day and come to me for help.

Kiro: It seems that it will become a mother today!

I opened my mouth wide in surprise.

MC: Do you still care about this kind of thing?

Kiro: You have to know a little about everything.

He walked to the side of the deer and put his palms close to its body. Its original anxious breathing was slightly calmer.

He slowly squatted down, lying his body softly on top.

Kiro: Don’t be afraid, we will stay with you.

He stroked the deer’s belly gently as if helping it to relieve the pain.

The broad palm of his hand moved lower, and the fine fur was peeking between his fingers.

The soft sunlight formed a hazy mist on the lotus pond.

The deer’s expression gradually eased and its stomach began to rise and fall softly.

Kiro: Like delivering sunlight, what I am doing now is also part of the work of Apollo.

Kiro: I need to witness the rebirth of everything with my own eyes.

Kiro: The existence of life is meaningful, and their blooming will bring beautiful colours to the world.

His voice was very soft, the dazzling sunlight was quietly reflected in his eyes, a clear and profound memory spread out in my mind.

(Flashback)

Not long after we entered the training camp, the priest was telling the theory of “God is equal to all beings”.

Kiro sat beside me, frowned and listened for a long time, then shook his head slightly.

Priest: Kiro, do you have any different opinions?

Kiro: Priest, can God really be equal to all beings?

Priest: Why do you ask?

Kiro: Because you said before that God loves all beings.

Priest: God does love all beings, why can’t all beings be equal?

Kiro: Suppose a poor mother who is committed to goodness steals rice from a robber’s house for the child in her womb.

Kiro: The robber brought the mother to ask God if she had stolen rice.

Kiro: If God answers yes, the robber will kill the mother. If God answers no, he will let the robber lose his property for no reason.

Kiro: At this time, what should God’s answer be; yes or no?

Priest: If it were you, what would you answer?

The priest smiled and turned the question back around. Kiro stuck out his tongue and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Kiro: I am afraid I cannot achieve absolute “equality”.

Kiro: I don’t think that God is heartless.

Kiro: As long as there is love in the heart, it will always be biased towards the other at a certain time.

(Flashback ends)

Leaning to the other side….I slowly squatted down and gently stroked Mother Deer’s head.

At the end of that class, the priest did not judge Kiro’s right or wrong. As he said, Kiro always loved the world in his heart.

He will look down at the earth intently and affectionately when the daylight is falling, and comfort for the mother deer who is waiting to give birth.

He was still as bright and dazzling as I remembered him, illuminating everything around him.

I have no stand because of his rejection, his love just happens to be unbiased to me.

But….

MC: Why did you bring me here and tell me this?

I couldn’t help but utter the doubt in my heart. He raised his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose into a nice arc.

Kiro: Didn’t we make an agreement?

Kiro: That we would share every day with each other.

I swallowed and hesitated.

MC: So, you told the Lord God that we should be familiar with each other’s work….

Kiro: That’s deceptive.

Kiro: Sorry, I lied.

Kiro: If you don’t do that, I won't know when I will see you.

Kiro: You’ve been avoiding me…and I really miss you so much.

[Third Part]

My eyes suddenly widened and my heartbeat gradually accelerated uncontrollably.

The tenderness in his voice was so profound and I was plunged into chaos.

MC: Why….

Why did you refuse to become the God of Day and Night with me, yet you still say you miss me?

Mother Deer suddenly squirmed and interrupted my thoughts.

It twitched lightly. After a while, a small white deer was lying behind it with closed eyes.

Kiro stood up with a smile, his eyes bright and pure.

Kiro: Let’s go, there’s one more interesting thing I want to share with you.

(Cut to the city)

Stepping into the city-state in the Valley of Elves, I fell in love with this lively scene at first glance.

All kinds of shops are displayed on both sides and elves who are performing shuttle through the valley.

Kiro: Today is the traditional festival of the elves, the Sunshine Festival.

Kiro: In order to thank God for giving them daylight, they would dance at the assembly on this day each year.

A burst of drums sounded suddenly, and the elves stopped their movements altogether.

They formed a circle, accompanied by an ensemble of flutes and danced together without a care in the world.

The lively atmosphere made me forget my complex emotions for a while. I looked around and inadvertently stared at a majestic male elf for a moment.

The elf smiled sweetly at me, then waved at me exaggeratedly.

Are the elves really passionate? This is much cuter than the gods back in the God Realm. *Changed some wording*

I also raised my hand and waved at him vigorously. He was stunned and then walked straight towards me.

As he walked, he took out a pendant necklace with a sun pattern from his arms.

MC: ?

In my confusion, my sight was suddenly blocked by a chest. I raised my head to meet Kiro’s eyes.

Just as I was about to ask him what he was about to do, he opened his palms and out came a dazzling beam of sunlight.

He folded the beam into a beautiful necklace and quickly put it on my neck.

Then, as if inadvertently, he turned slightly so that the elf could clearly see my sun necklace.

The elf immediately stopped and retreated with a hurt face. I blinked confusedly.

MC: What’s wrong?

Kiro: Today, if you give jewelry with sun elements to others, it means that they are….dance partners.

Kiro leaned over, gently holding out one hand in front of me.

Kiro: Beautiful goddess, can I invite you to dance?

MC: Forget it….

Kiro: If not, there’a a blood-sucking monster in the tower over there. *So I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea what he’s saying here. GT gave me, “Place an order at the Fairy Ball. There’s a World of Warcraft Tower.” 😅😂*

MC: ….Is that a lie?

Before I could refuse, he naturally took my hand. The familiar temperature made me shrink back a little unconsciously, but he held me tighter.

His arm was firm, and the hot breath immediately hit me. A crimson blush made its way to the tips of my ears, and my heart was beating violently.

MC: Did you say…. you thought about me sincerely?

My chaotic brain lost the ability to think, and I actually said what I felt aloud.

MC: It doesn’t matter if you don’t answer!

Kiro: As sincere as I can be. *Changed some wording*

I suddenly raised my head and looked into his eyes, pure sincerity seemed to be revealed in those blue eyes.

The rhythm of the music became more and more lively, Kiro motioned to me to follow in his footsteps, leading me in circles on the dance floor to his heart’s content.

When the music came to an end, everyone suddenly surrounded Kiro and me in the middle of the valley.

An elderly elf walked through the crowd, and the elf made a respectful gesture, calling himself the “patriarch” respectfully.

Kiro and I also gestured to him politely. He walked over and patted Kiro’s shoulder with relief.

Patriarch: I declare that they are the most unique couple for this year’s dance party!

MC: Pair??

I hurriedly let go of Kiro’s hand.

MC: No, we are not a pair!

Patriarch: What? Are you really not a couple?

The elven patriarch seemed to be a little confused, but he replied with a clear expression.

Patriarch: This child is quite silly--, you are obviously together! *Changed some wording*

I raised my voice anxiously.

MC: I said, We. Are. Not! *Changed some wording*

Patriarch: What? -You said you are?? *Changed some wording*

He smiled even more.

Patriarch: Your bond is so strong, bless you, my child.

MC: I….

Patriarch: He gave you the most beautiful sunshine jewel, which means that you are in love with each other, and your dancing is also perfect.

MC: Perfect? Our dancing?

I looked at Kiro abruptly who was smiling, his eyes were mottled with light and dark. *Changed some wording*

MC: You, you knew everything?

Kiro: Well, I know the dance of love and harmony.

MC: ….Is it just this?

I raised my hand and waved an enchantment to isolate ourselves from the noises surrounding us so I could let out the grievances in my heart.

MC: Do you still know why I avoided you these days and how I felt?

He didn’t say anything but just lowered his eyes.

It turned out that he really did know, but….he pretended that nothing happened. Even after giving me sunshine jewelry and dancing with me...

I didn’t understand what he was thinking, unwilling and shameful emotions swept through my heart, and I clenched my hand into a fist.

MC: You clearly refused to let me be the Night God, and refused to be with me for a lifetime. Why do you want to dance with me?

He lifted his eyes which were flashing with emotions I couldn’t understand.

Kiro: Can I answer this question for you tomorrow?

Kiro: It’s getting dark, let’s go back.

MC: Why can’t you make it clear today? I’m not sure if I will have the courage to listen to the answers tomorrow.

I took a step back angrily and a monster approached the elf who wanted to give me jewelry.

He stood behind the elf with a weird expression. In the next second, he reached out and held the elf in front of him, opening his mouth wide to reveal horrible fangs.

MC: Monster!

I subconsciously retracted the enchantment and raised my hand to send a sharp divine power to the monster.

He tried to escape, but he was shot in the shoulder by a golden arrow in the next second.

The elves suddenly scattered, the monster latched onto the elf’s shoulders and ran to the depths of the valley.

I looked in the direction from which the arrow came, Kiro was holding a golden bow and arrow. He nodded to me and ran in the direction where the monster escaped.

(Scene change)

In the outskirts of wildflowers, Kiro and I surrounded the monster.

Seeing that he had no way of retreating, the monster slammed into Kiro who was closer to him.

Kiro stood, unmoving, and slowly raised a hand.

The last gleam of the afterglow was hidden behind the thick clouds, and the sky was completely dark.

At that moment when the monster was about to attack Kiro, a brilliant beam of silver light overflowed from Kiro’s palm.

The light gradually enveloped them, dyeing Kiro’s blonde hair silver, and under the light, the beast turned into ashes!

MC: What happened….?

Kiro looked at me and took a step back. The flowers and plants at his feet turned into dust in the blink of an eye following his movements.

I took a deep breath and stared at his feet. He seemed to notice, looking at me with a helpless expression.

??: It’s dark, let’s go back.

His vague response made me feel a little flustered. The answer is there: It gradually became clear in my heart, and my fingertips started to feel cold.

He must be hiding something from me.

I wanted to get close to him, but he backed away in a panic, and I had to stop.

MC: You’re not going to tell me anything, are you?

He lowered his head, his trembling eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyes; full of emotions and secrets.

God of Prophecy: Do you have any secrets you want to know?

The words of the God of Prophecy rang out in my mind, and my heart throbbed.

MC: If you won’t tell me, I have a way of finding out.

[Fourth Part]

Regardless of Kiro’s surprised look, I turned around and ran back to Galaxy.

Taking out the picture scroll under the big rock, I hurriedly opened it, but there was nothing on it.

I got closer but felt a force rushing out of the transparent vortex that had appeared out of thin air.

There was a painful sensation of my body being pulled in. Before I could use any divine power, I was dragged into the scroll by the vortex abruptly.

(Flashback)

Opening my eyes again, I found myself at the doors of the temples.

The majestic palace was deserted, and the voice of someone talking came from the hall. I turned my head towards the sound and saw Kiro above the hall.

Am I….in the picture scroll?

Kiro: I discovered a secret in the book, and I have come to ask you to verify it.

Kiro’s sudden voice interrupted my thoughts. He lowered his head and stood before the Lord God in the lowest possible position.

Kiro: Legend has it that every night the Night God will be cursed by the night, and the Night God will destroy all the living beings and things around him.

Kiro: Many night gods were unable to endure the desolation around them all day long, and eventually came to their own destruction.

Kiro: May I ask the Lord God, is this true?

Lord God: This is the fate of the night god.

Lord God: I let the sun gods accompany the night gods each time, just to try and heal them with the sun god’s divine power, but the effect is minimal.

Kiro took a deep breath, his hands trembled slightly.

Kiro: Please, Lord God….exchange the positions of me and MC.

Lord God: I have already issued a draft order yesterday. Are you sure you want to change it?

Kiro lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he raised his head firmly.

Kiro: Then please let me be the god of the sun and the moon.

Kiro: I promise you that no matter what happens, I will not destroy myself.

The Lord God’s expression became a little hesitant thinking over Kiro’s proposal.

Lord God: Are you sure that you will live forever as the god of night and never self-destruct?

Kiro: I am sure.

The Lord God was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his slow and flat tone seemed to be putting a curse on the gods.

Lord God: From now on, you are the sun god Kiro, witnessing the rebirth of all things.

Lord God: You are also the night god Helios, all darkness and death surround you.

Lord God: You will bear the curse of darkness on her behalf, struggling between light and darkness forever, and you must not give up.

There was a tingling pain in my heart and I took a couple of steps back….it turned out that everything he did was for me.

Time and space changed again, and I arrived at the drunken night of the graduation ceremony.

(Flashback)

I watched myself leaning against Kiro’s arm, staring up at him.

MC: I’m so glad!

MC: When I become the God of Night, I will give you the brightest star!

MC: Also….we will be like sun gods and the night gods before!

Accompanied for life, forever bound together.

—This is the reason why I dare not look at the scroll for too long. After I finished speaking, I fell into a deep sleep.

And the secret I wanted to know most before was Kiro’s response after I confessed.

I didn’t dare open the scroll, I was afraid of hearing his rejection with my own ears.

Unconsciously holding my breath, I saw his eyes so full of tenderness, as if looking upon the most precious treasure in the world. After a long time, he lowered his head slightly.

The moment our lips touched, a cold liquid dripped on my cheeks.

Kiro: We will.

Kiro: I also want to be with you forever and ever, together.

My nose scrunched up, and I stepped forward subconsciously, but the dazzling light came in an instant.

(Flashback ends)

The palm of my hand was held by a cold one, and when I opened my eyes, I returned to the galaxy.

I looked down at the hand that was holding mine. The broad hand was soft yet powerful as if it would protect me from all dangers.

Looking up from my arm, I look up at the person coming--

Helios sat next to me, looking at me worriedly. Because of his approach, the shoots that had just emerged from the moist soil immediately lost their lustre of life.

The stars in the pond of the galaxy were extremely dim, and the faint starlight reflected on Helios’ profile, making his face even more gloomy.

As if sensing my gaze, Helios instantly retracted his hand, got up immediately, and stood far away from me.

Helios: You didn’t look well back at the Sunshine Festival, so I chased after you….

Helios: Are you okay?

MC: I’m fine….

But what about you?

I took a few steps towards him, trying to clearly see the emotions in his eyes, but the warmth of them blurred everything in front of me.

How can Kiro, who has always treated people kindly, face all the barrenness and devastation that he causes after each night?

I don’t know anything about it, I just avoid him and don’t allow him to explain.

Feelings of regret and guilt hit my heart, and I opened my mouth, but I didn’t know what to say.

His eyes avoided mine as if he didn’t want me to see him like this.

Helios: If you are okay, I will leave first.

I hurriedly took his hand, anxiously trying to keep him from leaving.

MC: Didn’t we want to share this day?

MC: The day isn’t over yet, and I haven’t shared everything about me with you.

Worried that he would refuse, I took the initiative to drag him to the galaxy. He stood far away, his hands and feet somewhat cemented.

Helios: I’m afraid my power will destroy your stars.

That bitter feeling came up again, I ignored it and took his hand gently, and a star was raised in the galaxy.

MC: No, I am here.

He seemed a little scared, his hands trembling imperceptibly.

I tried my best to force a smile, wrap his palm in mine, infusing a supernatural power.

The stars lit up instantly, shining with golden lights, just like the sunlight rising from us.

Something in his eyes seemed to kindle, and he stared at the stars in his hands unblinkingly, as if he did not dare to use a trace of strength.

Seeing him so cautious, with nerves tingling, I took a deep breath.

MC: I’m very sorry.

MC: I didn’t know anything about this earlier, and I kept doubting you.

Helios: I shouldn’t hide from you, and I never want to hide from you.

Helios: It’s just that….I didn’t know what to say.

Helios: I don’t want to make you feel guilty.

MC: I won’t be like that again in the future.

MC: But please let me stay by your side every night like I am now, and accompany you through the most difficult moments of the day.

Helios froze for a moment, his cold eyes trembled lightly as if an unconcealable emotion was about to come out.

Helios: Don’t you think…. I am a very bad night god?

MC: No, your intention was never that way.

MC: You will look at each life tenderly, respecting the meaning of their existence.

MC: You took my place and endured all the darkness for me, willing to fall between light and darkness every day.

MC: You are the most competent, gentle, and best god I have ever seen.

I slowly put my forehead against his and watched his eyes gradually shine brightly.

MC: So, if it’s not too late for you, I want to honour my promise that night to you.

I pressed my hand to the back of his hand holding the star.

MC: I want to give this brightest star to you.

MC: This is the first thing I wanted to do after becoming a star god.

A warm smile overflowed from the corner of his lips, and the star in his palm was close to his heart.

Helios: I will accept it wholeheartedly. *Changed some wording*

MC: I still have a lot of things I want to do with you and a lot of things I want to say to you, is that okay?

He looked at me deeply for a while, and the starlight flickered in his blue eyes.

Helios: Of course.

MC: So….if I say I also want to share our lives together….is that okay?

Helios: This is obviously the question I should be asking you.

Helios: I want….to share my life with you.

He looked at me, his eyes no longer avoiding mine, but he was a little quiet which made me feel distressed and sad.

MC: It would be my pleasure.

The flickering starlight was gentle and bright, softly illuminating the smile in his eyes.

Helios: Let’s start now.

Helios: This week, how did you spend every day, what happened. I want to hear you tell me in person.

Helios: Before the stars fall asleep, we have time.

End

(You can read the call that comes after the date here!)

#mlqc spoilers #mlqc #mr love queens choice #mr love dream date #mr love #mr love game #mlqc kiro #mr love kiro #mldd kiro #周棋洛 #date translation #THIS DATE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!#I ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT!!!

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obeyme-kaidii-writes · 3 years

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mammon with a overly emotional MC? asking bcs I cry too much lol, the story would just make everytime I cry a bit better :))

Ok, first off anon, SAME. I also had a dad that thought crying was just women trying to manipulate men, so yeah, that was fun.

I was in the middle of writing something else when I got your request and I just felt like I had to write something for you. (And myself, let’s be honest lol) I’ve never done a songfic before, but I couldn’t get this song out of my head and it just seemed to fit perfectly with the idea I had.

I hope you enjoy. ☺️

Emotional

Mammon x gn!MC

Words - 1804

Content warnings - light angst, lots of comfort and some fluffy cuddles

Prompt/inspiration - anon request, “Emotional” by Diana DeGarmo

NOTE - the original song uses the word “girl”, this has been removed in this story and replaced with [gender]

Summary - After a rough day at RAD, you hide out in your room while Mammon tries to figure out what’s wrong.

NOTE - lyric free version can be found here.

AO3

Today had been a long day. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but for whatever reason, anytime someone so much as looked at you funny, you felt like crying. The voices in your head whispering to you that they were watching you, judging you.

Mammon had tried on several occasions to pull you aside, but you successfully managed to slip away each time. Normally you were so grateful for his company, but today you just knew that if he asked you if you were okay you were going to lose it.

And you absolutely did not want to lose it in the middle of RAD.

You flopped onto your bed, now in the safety of your room, curling up on yourself and pulling your comforter around you. Finally you were able to let out all the stress that had been holding onto. And just as you started to cry, a loud KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK on your door shocked you back to your senses.

“Hey, open up! You’ve been avoidin’ me all day.”

It was Mammon.

Not even taking a moment to think about what you actually wanted, you snapped at him.

“GO AWAY.”

Sometimes I get emotional

Sometimes I do some stupid things

Sometimes I say

What I should just keep inside

As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them. Your tone was sharper than you had intended, but not only that, you didn’t really want him to leave. Part of you wanted him to wrap you up in one of his hugs and just hold you while you fell to pieces in his arms. However, you learned a long time ago that only babies cried. If you were strong, you wouldn’t cry so much. That crying was a burden on and an annoyance to everyone around you.

Sometimes I'm sad

'Bout everything

Sometimes I'm mad

And break some things

Sorry times ten

But you just got in the way

The silence that followed made your heart break. You couldn’t tell if you were more sad at the idea that you had hurt Mammon’s feelings or more hurt that he seemed to have just left you without even trying to figure out what’s wrong. If he cared, surely he would have been more persistent, right? And you knew that was a ridiculous thing to think, manipulative even, but you couldn’t help those feelings that coiled around your heart.

Don't give up now running away

I won't hurt you

Sometimes I'm just a pain

And that's the way it is

That's just the way I am

Resolving to spending the evening alone, you laid back down, curling up as small as possible once again. As your thoughts wandered, and your tears fell, you slowly started to drift off to sleep. You didn’t notice when your bedroom door opened. You didn’t notice the smell of hot chocolate wafting into your room. And you didn’t notice the dip in your mattress as someone climbed in beside you.

Sometimes I feel like crying

Laying down and dying

That's when I need you

In fact, it wasn’t until you felt an arm slip around your waist and a kiss on the exposed skin of your neck that you finally started to become aware of what was going on around you.

“Hey,” Mammon whispered as he settled down in your bed, spooning you from behind.

Your breath hitched, and you felt your body stiffen involuntarily. Why was he here? Had he seen your face? Did he know you had been crying? Tears silently slipped down your face again as you started to panic internally. What was he going to say when he realized?

Laughing's always easy

But sometimes I'm just scared

You'll leave me

That's when I feel

Emotional

“I ain’t goin’ anywhere until ya tell me what’s wrong.”

“I...umm…” you wanted to answer him. Make an excuse. Offer some sort of rational explanation for why you were hiding in your room and had been avoiding him all day. Something told you just saying “there’s something in my eye” wasn’t going to fool him.

“Tch, always gotta be so difficult,” Mammon said. You felt his arms release you as he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. If you thought you had been anxious before when he was laying beside you, it was nothing compared to the feeling of him leaving, with the words “difficult” echoing in your ears.

You say I'm just impossible

Totally unpredictable

I'm just a [gender], get used to it

No big deal

“Here. Sit up.”

But before your thoughts got to turn too dark, Mammon was sitting beside you again. Poking you with his elbow as he nudged you in the back. So surprised were you to find that he was still there and hadn’t left, you turned around immediately to look at him.

Despite his dark skin tone, you could tell he was blushing, and even if you couldn’t, his refusal to look at you would have been more than enough to confirm that he was feeling embarrassed. Your gaze slowly traveled downward until it landed on the tray he was holding in his outstretched hands.

“What’s this?” you asked, puzzled at why Mammon was offering you a mug of hot chocolate, and what appeared to be...cookies…? Only they were slightly burnt, and you weren’t sure you recognized the ingredients he had added in lieu of chocolate chips.

“What’s it look like? I had some extra and thought you might want some. But if ya don’t appreciate it…”

Not wanting to discourage Mammon, you quickly sat up, wiping whatever tears remained on your face away, and took the tray from him.

“...thanks.”

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye as you studied his gift, smirking at your response.

Once you were situated with your back against your headboard, you placed the tray in your lap and Mammon sat down beside you. He grabbed his mug of hot chocolate, taking a sip as he waited for your reaction. He was pretty impressed with the results of his baking skills, and was certain the treats would put a smile on your face.

You can't change me

Why would you try (Why would you try)

(You know that I) I'm no angel

But I can make you smile

You reached for one of the cookies, a soft smile playing on your lips as you took a bite.

“So? How was it? Good right?”

When you didn’t answer, Mammon gave you another nudge with his arm.

“Right?”

Without a word, you returned the cookie to your plate, picking up the cup of hot chocolate instead, taking a deep gulp in an attempt to cleanse your palate.

“Mammon...honey...that was awful…” you looked at him over the rim of your mug, taking another deep swallow. At least the hot chocolate was delicious.

“Whattya talkin’ about?! They’re perfect!” Mammon replied, quick to shove what remained of your first cookie into his mouth. You continued to watch him while sipping on your beverage, slowly now that the initial foul aftertaste seemed to have been gone.

You tried your best to hide the smile that was threatening to spread over your whole face as Mammon froze mid bite, glancing at the plate of cookies, then at you, then back to the cookies, before finally chugging down what remained of his own mug of hot chocolate, desperate to rid his mouth of every last crumb.

When his mug emptied, you offered him your own, laughing at his reaction.

“Shaddup,” he snapped, eagerly taking the cup from you and polishing off its contents. But he wasn’t mad. Not at all. He was relieved and overjoyed to see you smiling again, interacting with him and no longer pushing him away.

And that's the way it is

That's just the way I am

When he finished what remained of your drink, he took the tray from you, sitting it on the floor beside your bed, before turning back to you and wrapping you up in a tight hug. Now much more relaxed than you had been, you wrapped your arms around his waist, returning the gesture and burying your face in his chest.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“It's fine. Don’t worry about it,” he reassured you, “Are ya gonna tell me what happened now?”

You nodded against him, tightening your arms around him as you clung to him.

“I just...I don’t know...had a bad day, I guess. Everything made me just want to cry. And I know it’s ridiculous. I’m an adult. I should…”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Huh?”

“With cryin’. What’s wrong with that? Ain’t ya the one that told me it was ok to let it all out?” Mammon had leaned back now, resting against your headboard, pulling you up against himself as he began to rub your back, pressing an occasional kiss to your forehead.

“I...uh...well, I just...I’ve always been told I cry too much. I’m too emotional. Like little things that wouldn’t bother anyone, upset me. And I didn’t want to annoy you...so I…”

“Dummy. I dunno know why you’d think I’d feel that way. You never act like that with me.”

Sometimes I feel like crying

Laying down and dying

That's when I need you

Mammon gave you a reassuring squeeze, and yet another kiss to the top of your head. All you could do in response was hold him tighter, pulling your legs up so that you were practically sitting in his lap by now.

You weren’t sure why it hadn’t occurred to you before. You honestly never saw the connection. And if you stopped and thought about it, Mammon had easily cried more times in front of you since you had arrived in the Devildom than you had cried at all (in public or private) during your stay.

You always reassured him, and comforted him. You never laughed at him, or thought for one second that he was a burden for opening up to you. In fact, you never felt more loved than when he would let you see that sensitive, emotional, side to himself because you knew how much it meant that he trusted you.

Why did you ever think he wouldn’t treat you with the same love and care you had always shown him?

Laughing's always easy

But sometimes I'm just scared

You'll leave me

That's when I feel

Emotional

I won't hurt you (I won't hurt you)

Sometimes I'm just a pain

And that's the way it is

That's just the way I am

That's when I need you

Laughing's always easy

But sometimes I'm just scared

You'll leave me

That's when I feel (feel you)

I feel you

Sometimes I get emotional

#gn!mc #anon request #songfic #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #obey me angst #obey me comfort #obey me fluff #mammon angst #mammon comfort #mammon fluff #obey me fanfic #mammon fanfic

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whiskeynwriting · 2 years

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Tumblr Writers Q & A

Thank you @littlemisspascal for tagging me, ily hun <3

1) How many complete fics/oneshots do you have but haven’t published yet?

Right now, I only have one fic I haven't yet posted and it's a Frankie one (: I literally just finished it today lol. It's a one-shot for my 1k Followers Celebration!

2) How many WIPs do you have?

Good lord, so many. Obviously I have my character series' but I also have 10 more fic requests to complete for my 1k Followers Celebration, so I have a lot of stuff queued up for you guys lol

3) Do you take requests, write original fics, or both?

Usually, both! As of right now though, I am no longer taking fic requests because I'm still completing the ones from the celebration. After I'm done with those, I'm going to take a little break from requests, but I will certainly come back to it!

4) If you have requests how many do you actually have?

Currently 11

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

Just Pedro Pascal characters <3 (I've been thinking about writing for Loki and Steven Grant/Marc Spector, but idk)

6) Are there any fandoms you used to write for?

Nope, this is my first time writing on this platform!

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts, or OC?

I write OC characters and reader inserts. I don't write for ships

8) Niche fandom/Characters you write for?

Just Pedro's characters (:

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

Yes ma'am! I also do fic recommendations at the end of every month (:

10) Favorite genre to write for?

Ugh, I love angsty and romantic, either together or separate. I really like using tension and specific detail in my stories

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

I really like "forbidden" type tropes, along with royalty fics, and soulmate fics!

Established relationships are also a trope I like to write, mainly with Daddy Whiskey, Frankie, and Din

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

I listen to music, I looks at GIFs, and I also look at/reread my past fics. Sometimes I'll look up specific scenes from movies or shows, too. I also have an inspiration folder that I keep when I get the urge to write random one-liners and ideas. That is suuuper helpful, I utilize that folder a lot

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

I love dark and twisted tropes, but I don't like to write them. When I write, I create my happy place, and that ain't my happy place lol

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

Oh my god I want to write Dieter Bravo and Javi G. SOOOO BAD

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?

For about 10 months! My 1 year anniversary is coming up in June!

16) Did you read fanfiction before you started writing?

Hell yeah I did lmao

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites?

I only post my writing on Tumblr

18) what do you personally consider the wordcounts of "Drabble", "One-Shots" and "Fics"?

Drabbles: 50-500 words. One-Shots: 1k-6k words. Fics: 7k+ words

But that's just in reference to me, and even I don't always follow that. But this varies a LOT depending on the writer and the characters and stuff

19) Which do you prefer to write more?

I really love the current fic series' that I have going. I'm in love with all of them, so I think I like to write chapters for those more than anything else. One-shots can be fun too if I'm in the right mood lol. The only time I ALWAYS love writing one-shots is when they're about Daddy Whiskey <3

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued?

Nope (: I may take longer breaks from certain stories than others, but I intend to finish all of my series! I can't abandon them they're my babies lol

21) What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on Tumblr?

I know it's hard, even I get in my head about this sometimes, but I really dislike when others compare their work. It's not a competition, it's about personal growth and honestly just having fun. You can create your own little home here, write what you want to write and interact with who you want to interact with. Every single account is different. Your account is about YOU

22) Do you write at a particular time of day?

Nope, I am all over the place baby lmao

23) Do you listen to music or ambiance/noise to write, or do you need total silence?

I bounce back and forth from all three, just depends on how I'm feeling

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

More often than not, yes. It's rare for me to not outline a piece before writing it

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

I post on Mondays and Fridays, usually in the evenings/later in the night. I'm trying to change that though and just post throughout the day on those two days

No pressure tags: @anaaaispunk @oogaboogasphincter @lucky-pascal @pascalslittlebrat

#tag game #my writing #I love this

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sailorspazz · 3 years

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10 Dance Vol. 6 Special Edition overview

Volume 6 of the 10 Dance manga was released in Japan on March 18th, 2021. As with volumes 4 and 5, there are both regular and special editions available. In this post, I will provide an overview of the release, including observations on changes that were made to the chapters compared to how they were printed in the magazine, plus summaries and select scans of content from the special edition booklet.

It is often the case that when chapters come out in the manga magazines, they aren't always fully polished, and since I became highly familiar with this run of chapters from the summaries I made, several things immediately jumped out at me as I went through the book. First of all, though chapter 29 was split into two parts and released in subsequent months in the magazine, these two halves were combined into one chapter, with no indication they had ever been separate. I assume that they were always intended to be one chapter, but since the full chapter was not completed before the deadline (and it was a month when 10 Dance was being given the cover image, so not possible to delay its release), it was simply split over two months instead.

For visual changes, the most common alteration was scenes that originally had little or no screentone having it added in:

There were also some instances of either slight panel redraws, or complete replacements with new panels. None of these were from particularly important scenes, so it could just be Inouesatoh or someone on her team didn't like the look of the original panels and wanted to change them. The following example has a bit of both, with Suzuki in the upper left corner being replaced, and his eyes being redrawn in the lower panel:

Personally, the most amusing addition I noticed was when Max was thinking about throwing a party. Originally, we didn't see what he was envisioning, but in the volume, an addition has been made in the background: the New Year's piece Inouesatoh drew with sexy men dressed as cows, except now they're bunnies!

As for dialogue, it appeared to be almost the same in both versions throughout. Some minor exceptions include a spot I found where the dialogue was put in a different order, swapping Sugiki’s lines between this panel and his first line on the following page (in addition to another altered panel example):

As well as in this shot of Suzuki describing how they tug at the thread that connects them through their dance. Whereas before it put the word “dance” next to the part about tugging on the thread to specify what was meant by that, it was deleted in the volume. And while it was originally described as “affirming that we’re connected”, this was also tweaked a bit to be, “affirming our connection”.

There were a couple instances of character names being different from when they appeared earlier in the story. In this volume, two characters who were last mentioned back in volume 2 (Lucas Calvo, one of the champions at the table in Blackpool, and Deeks, who Ernie said hated Sugiki because he "stole" his girlfriend), either from typos or intentional changes, weren't the same as before. Lucas' last name was written with a 'g' sound (ガルボ) instead of a 'c' (カルボ), and this change carried over to the volume. On the other hand, Deeks' (ディクス) name got transposed as Disc (ディスク) in the magazine, but was fixed in the volume.

There was a typo that unfortunately made it through to the volume (but could perhaps be fixed in future printings). In chapter 34, when Norman is testing Suzuki's skills, he flashes back to Sugiki taking the national title from him several years earlier. The text in this scene, written in English, incorrectly states that Suzuki won the championship, rather than Sugiki.

The volume also includes the usual additions that are not present in the magazine, such as the under the cover flap comic, and Inouesatoh’s notes about each chapter.

The cover flap comic (which looks very much like a sketch, compared to previous ones that have had more complete art), features the Shinyas during a practice session earlier on in the series in December, where Suzuki complains that Sugiki’s Latin just isn’t sexy. Sugiki suggests that he can practice being sexy by wiggling his butt around to write a message in the air. Suzuki worries that if he starts writing out “love” or something, he’ll have to run away and escape. Sugiki gets started, and Suzuki calls out each letter that he can make out from his elegant butt bouncing. After figuring out he’s written “M-E-R-R-Y”, Suzuki guesses that he’s writing “Merry Christmas”. Sugiki gets mad that he said it aloud before he finished writing his message, and says he’s going to leave. Suzuki says, “Wait, I love you,” as narrative text says that this somehow turned into a love story in one panel.

And here are some tidbits I found interesting/amusing from the chapter notes:

She thinks readers who are fans of pecs will like Saichi.

She’s not sure if readers will love Max or hate him, but she personally likes him (sorry Sensei, I kinda hate him lol)

As of chapter 32, a portion of the art is now done digitally.

The epic “last dance” scene from 33 was something that she had planned since the beginning of the series, and it ended up being 8 times the cost for a typical chapter.

Special edition booklet:

The special edition comes with a 48 page hardcover booklet that includes a variety of different extras, divided into 8 sections called “heats”.

Heat 1 is a newly drawn, 12 page parody manga. Back in September 2020, Inouesatoh put out a request on Twitter for fans to send in their suggestions for an erotic side story. Putting the characters in a high school setting was the most requested scenario, so she chose this idea as the basis for the story. The title is “And All That Jazz” (the premise makes this somewhat confusing to summarize, so keep in mind that I’ll mostly be describing their actions based on the soul rather than the body, but will use quotation marks if it’s about other characters and who they think they’re addressing. It’ll all make sense, I promise...I think :P)

(The title page actually depicts the ending of the story, so I’ll come back to it later). It starts with Suzuki narrating his introduction, saying that he’s a transfer student to the Standard Academy. He really doesn’t get along with a guy named Sugiki, but for some reason, the two have now switched bodies with each other. Sugiki opens his shirt and inspects his new physique in front of other students, as Suzuki yells out asking what the hell he’s doing to his body. They look at themselves wearing each other’s expressions, Sugiki seeming surprised his mouth can gape open like that, and Suzuki wondering what happened to his body’s facial expression muscles. The bell rings and Sugiki heads off to class, as Suzuki is baffled that he can act so calm about this.

Sugiki perfectly reads a passage aloud in English class, something everyone (including the teacher, who looks like Norman) find unusual coming from “Suzuki”, as they wonder where his usual hearts are. Suzuki makes the decision to enjoy living as Sugiki for a bit, and is shown getting flirty with several girls. He notes that the more serious personality in his regular body is also strangely popular, though with a very different crowd.

A student named Alberko (Alberto in a girl’s uniform) shows up and says that “Sugiki” was supposed to have lunch with her(?) today. Suzuki says that he thought Alberko was going out with Dorou (a masculine alteration to Dolores’ name). Ernie and Suzuki watch as his harem falls apart with Alberko running amok. Ernie comments that both “Sugiki” and that transfer student have been acting weird all week, and he asks if something happened. Suzuki internally reflects back to one week earlier, when he was relaxing in bed in the infirmary. Sugiki comes in and accuses him of skipping class, and Suzuki tells him to mind his own business. He thought this would turn into one of their usual fights, but he can’t believe that actually happened instead...

After school, Sugiki asks Suzuki if they can go home together today. As they’re walking, Suzuki asks if Sugiki realizes what it was that made them switch places, and Sugiki says he does. Suzuki says that in that case, they know how they need to fix it, and they should go over to his house. Sugiki asks for clarification of whose house exactly he means by that.

As they start to get undressed, Suzuki says that he always thought his mom and sisters were annoying, but after a week apart he really misses them. Sugiki promises that he’ll make sure he can see them soon. Suzuki claims that he’ll be the one making Sugiki come, and Sugiki asks how he can talk like that when he was the one who looked like he was about to cry when Sugiki first touched him in the infirmary.

Sugiki peeks into Suzuki’s pants and wonders if he won’t get hard unless he touches him. Suzuki thinks it’d be weirder if he could get hard while looking at his own face, and wonders if Sugiki has AI in his crotch or something (Sugiki contends that it’s not his body). They fool around with each other until they finish, and Suzuki wonders why they didn’t change back yet. Sugiki suggests that maybe it needs to be just like the last time to count as a complete set, when they went at it until they fell off the bed, so both agree that they need to go for one more round. This then ties back to the title page, where they’ve finally managed to get back into their old bodies, but have now sprouted cat ears and tails.

Heat 2 of the booklet is 8 pages long, and contains short comics and illustrations that were not previously included in the volume releases. The comics include “How to 10 Dance”, a one-page comic with the Shinyas demonstrating the tango. Their privates end up touching, and Sugiki seems highly amused, gleefully asking Suzuki how it feels. Suzuki says that he was the one who got all bent out of shape over that back in volume 1, and tells him to lay off the sadist mode since they’re not dancing Latin right now. The second comic is “2nd Step”, and shows a glimpse of how the Shinyas were with each other after Suzuki gave the go-ahead for kissing. In fact, Sugiki ends up kissing him so much that Suzuki’s lips get sore and swollen. Sugiki then tries to kiss his neck as an alternative, but Suzuki’s not having it. The third comic depicts Suzuki’s first time in a public bath, where he realizes that Japanese people aren’t fully shaved everywhere like he is. Some of the old guys talk to him and slap their balls with their towels, and Suzuki, seeming a bit confused, gives his own balls a slap, too. After the comics are a selection of illustrations that were never used in the volumes, including this one from a Real 10 Dance event in 2018:

Heat 3 is 18 pages, and contains a variety of colored versions of both chapter covers and scenes from the manga, a couple of which I’ll share below:

Heat 4 includes 3 pages of insight from the professional dancers who consult for the manga, in which they explain the moves shown in specific panels.

Heat 5 is a single page look at Inouesatoh’s work space.

Heat 6 is 3 pages worth of advertisements that have been used to promote the series, including things like ads that were posted in subway stations:

Heat 7 is a single page look at the storyboard for chapter 1 of the manga.

Heat 8 is a single page showing the covers for foreign editions of the manga (Taiwanese, Korean, North American, and French).

Finally, there’s one last page with a thank you message from Inouesatoh, including an absolutely precious illustration of the Shinyas in happier times.

And that’s that! This really is an incredible release, and I’d definitely recommend picking up the special edition if you can. CD Japan offers direct international shipping, and I’ve also seen that Kinokuniya lists it as “available to order” currently (though they don’t appear to have stock on hand, so might take longer).

#10 dance #10dance

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its-me-jessi · 3 years

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Love Finds Its Way PT4

Summary: Preventing Ivar from joining the crew even if well intended might eventually backfire and Ivar's presence brings back not so pleasant memories.

A/N: I hope you like the fourth part of “Love finds its Way” as well. It turned out much longer than the previous parts. Feel free to leave any kind of feedback. 🤗🧡

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

I turned around quickly and adjusted my pirate hat so that it casts shadows over my face. Ivar knew me too well; he would recognize my face immediately. I had no choice but to hide it. But if he had already recognized me, I would be hamstrung, my cover would be blown in front of the entire crew, including the captain, and my plan to find my parents, while forgetting Ivar and leaving the time with him behind, would burst like a bubble. Then the procedure would start all over again.

I was shocked when a hand landed rudely on my right shoulder. Ever since I pretended to be a man, I was treated accordingly. A handshake was no longer a harmless handshake, it was a test of strength. My dainty, rather small hand was gripped and pressed; crushed ruthlessly. It was not uncommon for the men to make fun of my small hands. For them, I was the undersized wimp. As an actual woman, I found it difficult to keep up with them.

I had raised my head slowly and cautiously. I grabbed the brim of my pirate hat and raised it, as a sign of respect, before tilting it again. When the captain stepped past me and went to the crew's table, unmistakably full of meat and pitchers of rum, I sighed in relief. At first I was afraid the captain's hand was originally Ivar's, who might have recognized me. However, my hope that Ivar had decided against this step, joining the piracy or that the captain had refused him, vanished when I saw him follow the captain to the crew.

Our crew was complete, we didn't need another man, which is why I was quite optimistic about Ivar getting rejected, but he had tremendous stamina. When he got something on his mind, he held onto it, no matter how difficult it was, and even if it took a long time for him to achieve. There was hardly anything that he did not claim for himself. Whatever he had done to win the captain over, he was now part of the crew, which meant he would be at sea with us for a long time, on board of a small, overseeable ship that didn't provide much room for a hideaway. Ivar and I would often run into each other and I had the feeling that it would cause a lot of problems. One thing was set as if engraved on stone tablets, I would never be able to forget him. On the contrary, his presence would arouse feelings I had repressed for a long time. It was already difficult for me to keep my distance. It had been two years since I was close to him, let alone exchanged a word with him and I longed for it. Especially now since I saw him physically standing right in front of me.

"Everybody, listen up!", The captain spoke with a raised voice and the laughter of the crew instantly ceased. He grabbed Ivar by the shoulder and squeezed it firmly as he announced the news, “From today on this landlubber here will be part of the crew. He will sail the seas with us, fight, capture and plunder under our flag. - We're well staffed, but we'd definitely like to welcome adventurous, daring youngsters on board of the Rubin, wouldn't we?”, after listening to the captain’s speech, the crew bursts out laughing and roaring, excluding me. If I had the chance to, I would have immediately got him out of trouble. "You are now outlawed, boy - the freedom of the seas lies ahead of you, enjoy it as long as you can!" The captain laughed scornfully.

"Captain!" I cleared my throat. Now I had to sound convincing and at the same time manly enough not to make Ivar prick up his ears. As if it wasn't difficult enough. One crooked tone and my cover would be blown, this time not only in front of the crew, but also in front of Ivar. It was extremely risky to ask for a hearing in this situation, I knew that, but I could no longer stand aside and do nothing.

Since I hardly ever spoke to the captain, he was all the more surprised that I was now standing directly in front of him. My heart sank to my boots as I felt the eyes of the entire crew in me, including Ivar’s and the captain’s. The last time I got so much attention was when I was introduced to the crew and even then, I felt uneasy. I swallowed hard, before I eventually proclaimed my request: “We're already overstaffed, captain! Our supplies are just enough for the crew. In addition, he would just stand in the way, there is no task left that he could take on. That's only wasted supplies, space, and spoil. After all, he is one man more who is eligible of a part of the treasures.", I tried hard to remain standing confidently in front of him. I had never questioned any of the captain's decisions. Under other circumstances I would have held myself back this time too, but the thought of Ivar made me push my limits, especially since I didn't know what he was up to. It could not only harm the crew, who had grown dear to my heart after the long time I’ve sailed with them, but also Ivar himself and I wanted to prevent that.

The captain laughed. He must take me for a joke figure. Taking deep breaths in and out, I tried to stand firmly. The smell of alcohol rises to my nose, no wonder, most of the sailors here were no longer even able to hold their jug upright. At the smell, I felt the rare need to take a sip, to use a bit Dutch courage. "Very true! We are indeed overstaffed, we don't have enough supplies and, as you already said, the ship has no space for another sailor.”, He scratched his braided beard, “I have a better idea! How about him taking your place?”

I did not expect that kind of reaction. Instead of preventing Ivar from joining the piracy, I provoked my own expulsion. My plan threatened to fail miserably. Without a pirate crew there would be no clue to the whereabouts of my family and without a ship I had no means of transportation. I had risked all of that without thinking.

I clenched my teeth with anger. I was now in trouble and I was mad, mad at myself and my own stupidity. “What do you think,” the captain grabbed my shoulders and turned me to Ivar, “which of you two would really be an enrichment to the crew? Obviously, he's not such a wimp (here we go again) like you!”

I bowed my head. First, to avoid Ivar's eyes, and second, because I knew he was right. Ivar was strong, much stronger than an obscure kid like me. I only took care of the inventory and medical care of the men. In the beginning I also participated in fights. I knew how to use a sword, I had secretly taught myself to do it at night behind a bar, but my problem was, I couldn’t, and I didn't want to kill. A human life was far too valuable. How can you sacrifice someone's existence so senselessly? I didn't understand and I never wanted to.

“I'm sure there will be enough space for both of us!”, Ivar said. His voice sounded like music to my ears. The words "I look forward to it", which he had whispered in my ear in that deep male voice, came to my mind and again, a pleasant tingling sensation went through my body that caused my eyes to close for a brief moment. With a smile on my face, I enjoyed the pleasant, warm feeling.

Ivar had reached out a hand, hoping for a forgiving handshake and was waiting for me to shake it, but I didn’t. He was taken aback when I didn't return the handshake and just nodded politely instead. I would have loved to return the gesture, but I preferred to play it safe. During my absence he had surely met some women, maybe it’s been way more easier for him to forget me and all we had, than it was for me, but that still did not assure me that he did not remember my little hands. To be honest, I was hoping he'd remember at least a tiny little thing about me, even though he had every right to want to forget me. After all, I disappeared from his life without a word. Every day I imagined what would have happened if I had stayed, if I had just not paid so much attention to the conversation between him and our foster parents. Each time a different variant of our future came to my mind. Would we be married? Would we already have a child, a young son, or a young daughter? I sometimes imagined us teaching our child how to walk in the meadow in front of the yard, where the cows grazed in the afternoons. If it fell down, it would laugh, and his or her light blue eyes would shine with joy. I was sure our child would have Ivar's eyes.

Whenever I imagined our future like this, I regretted what I had done back then, but then the negative thoughts reminded me of why I had acted the way I did.

I waited longingly for Ivar to return from the market. I always felt overjoyed when I got to see him again after such a long day, but on that evening, I was overflowing with happiness and bliss. After we had finally confessed our feelings to each other and got together, I couldn't wait to feel him in my arms again. I wanted to be enveloped in his body heat and scent again as soon as possible. I wanted to bury my hands in his hair when we kissed. Just the thought of the feeling of his lips on mine made me melt away. They were so warm, soft, and clung to mine as if they were made for each other. After only one time I was already addicted to them, to him. I could hardly wait for him to come back.

It was already getting dark outside. I stood in front of the kitchen window, out of excitement completely forgetting about dinner, and watched the clouds as they rolled by the orange-pink coloured sky. Meanwhile I daydreamed about no less than Ivar to sweeten up the waiting time. I couldn't wait for the daydreams to come true.

When I saw him turn the corner, I was about to open the window and call him. My longing was almost unbearable. But before I could even utter a sound, our foster mother's voice rang out. She sounded extremely worried, and she must have been if she couldn't even wait for Ivar to enter the house. People nearby also took notice of my foster mother's calls and watched the scene for a brief moment before they went back to their own business. Normally Ivar would have come to me first. He would have told me briefly about the events that took place at the market, which were sometimes more and sometimes less exciting, and I told him what had happened on the farm while he was away. He then entered the house, disclosed the revenues to our father, and afterwards the two of them sat down together at the dining table and discussed the following morning schedule before the food was served. Tonight, everything was different. Ivar also noticed our foster mother’s concern and eventually he started to run.

I wondered what it was, that threw our mother in such a turmoil and I wanted to help her, just like she had helped us when Ivar and I were standing completely soaked to the bones and freezing in front of her door and she still took us in not hesitating for even a second. She was always there for us and I tried every day to prove myself grateful for everything she did for us.

I put out the fire of the hearth so that our dinner did not suffer even more damage than it had already suffered because of my dreaminess. To look for my foster mother, I left the kitchen, but stopped halfway and hid behind the door frame that separated the kitchen from the hallway and dining area. Astonished, I listened to the conversation that my mother was having with Ivar. "Look, my son!", Elisabeth, our foster-mother, referred to the article that covered the entire front page of the daily newspaper, "There are important news from the royal family. Your mother, Queen Aslaug, gave birth to a son, your brother!". Queen? I knew he came from a wealthy family, which the noble clothes he wore back then revealed, but I didn't know he came from a royal background. Ivar had never spoken about it, at least not to me. That must be a misunderstanding. Come on, Ivar, say something. My hands grabbed the fabric of the apron I was wearing as I listened tensely to the conversation, which was never meant for my ears.

For a short time, it was quiet in the hallway. Everyone fell silent, including Ivar, even after reading the article carefully he uttered not even a single word. "Ivar!", Elisabeth exclaimed indignantly, as Ivar pushed the newspaper aside and fetched the bag with the money, as if he wanted to move on with the usual daily routine and without paying any more attention to the article. "You can't live like this forever, here with us, on the farm and working for us! You are a prince, you belong to the royal family!", she preached to him, as he emptied out the bag on the table, completely lost in thoughts, and the clattering of the thalers drowned out some of Elizabeth's words. "I'm not going anywhere! My home is right here, you're my home and I'm won’t abandon you", he said, raising his gaze. He looked firmly at Elisabeth and Helge, our foster father. “With the child, the succession to the throne is now taken care of, there is no reason left for me to return!", Ivar said. "You are the child of the first marriage! The son of the once reigning king, to whom everyone looked up! Do not allow your father’s inheritance to go to waste and take the place that you are entitled to, as the legitimate successor of your father!" Elisabeth argued. She just meant well for him. She always wanted only the best for us. "I will never set a foot in that castle again! I will never forgive my mother for replacing my father without further ado! She hasn’t sent out one single ship for us!". I peeped from behind the door frame to Ivar. His eyes reflected the anger and the disappointment as well as the pain that he felt. At that moment I realized where his sleepless nights came from. He had such an infinite burden to bear, the burden associated with the death of his father and that of the rest of his family, for which I felt partly responsible. If only all of this hadn’t happened. His father would still be alive if my father had not attacked him and Ivar would have been in his rightful place, perhaps even king by now.

Now, since I knew that Ivar was not just a noble man, but a prince, I felt very different. My joy was blown away and what remained was the feeling of loss. I did not belong to the higher class. My mother worked as a cook and my father was a pirate. I was the daughter of a pirate, the pirate, because of who Ivars farther, the king, died. So, our relationship was star-crossed. Our future together, which I have always longed for, would remain a dream forever. A relationship between a prince like him and a woman of the lower class like me would never come to a happy end, only to an end full of sorrow and pain. If I couldn't spare him the death of his father, couldn't take away the pain of the past, I wanted to spare him at least all the pain of the future.

"Ivar, keep your father in mind! Do it for him. I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted anyone but you as his successor!", because of the ongoing heated discussion, all three of them were distracted enough for me to sneak into my room unnoticed. I sighed deeply as I closed the door behind me. I remembered the morning. I've never been as happy as when he confessed his feelings to me. The memory of the following kiss brought tears to my eyes. The sad thing was not the kiss, it was the thought that it would be the last one. From an early age, I abhorred goodbyes, but none of them hurt as much as saying goodbye to my one and only great love. I have to go, and I have to hurry before they notice me. Just as the tears were threatening to fall, I wiped them out of my eyes. I didn't own many things, so, that saved me from having to carry heavy luggage. I just reached for my cape that was lying on my bed. As I hung it around my shoulders and as I let my eyes wander around my little chamber, a shell catched my eye. The Arcida shell has a unique shape and I liked it very much, even more because it was a gift from Ivar. One day Ivar found the shell entangled in the fishing net and he decided to gift it to me. "Look what I caught, just for you!", he had said as he presented the shell.

I took my only keepsake of him and carefully put it in the little bag I always carried around my hip. In this bag I usually kept several variations of medicinal herbs, which I, if necessary, administered to the animals, such as mint for maldigestion.

Not only bidding farewell to Ivar, but also to my foster parents was extremely difficult for me. They raised me like their own child, taught me important life lessons, loved me, and stood by my side throughout my life. I couldn't have wished for better foster parents and I would be grateful forever. I hoped I’d someday get the chance to see them again.

Before I finally left the house and the people I loved behind, I took my pen and ink and wrote a letter to Elisabeth, Helge, and Ivar. In the end, I didn't have the heart to leave without saying goodbye to them.

Dear Mother, Dear Father

I'm terribly sorry and I wish I could stay, but I have to go.

I thank you with all my heart for everything you had done for me. You have always been there for me, you have never rejected me, even though you knew where I came from.

I have found a new home and a family in you and I will be grateful forever.

Thank you for everything and may God protect you

In Love Y/N

While I was writing the letter, I couldn't choke back my tears. They ran down my cheeks, but before they could drip on the paper, I quickly wiped them away.

My beloved Ivar

I remember the day we met as if it were yesterday. I thank God for placing you on my way, I just wish it would have been a different occasion that led us to each other.

Ivar, please don't get me wrong, I love you with all my heart, but I fear our love will not have a future. Our destiny is too different.

I know you are destined for greatness and I ask you to promise me that you will follow your destiny, I firmly believe you will succeed. Your father would be proud of you!

I wish you all the best of the future and may God always accompany you on your way.

In Love Y/N

Quickly I wrote the letter addressed to Ivar before stepping out of the window into the darkness. The sun had set about three-quarters of an hour ago. Only the light of the moon and the stars guided me through the darkness.

One last time I looked back before I started running. It’s only a matter of time until someone would notice that I was gone, so I had to hurry up. I didn’t know where I was supposed to run, I hadn't thought about it yet. I just tried to get away as soon as possible, so I ran as far as I could in that short amount of time.

After a while I found myself at the harbor. The wind howled and spread ice cold air. The waves hit the ships, causing them to shake. I stood in the middle of the impending storm, trembling in the cold, looking for a refuge. Trying to shield myself from the cold wind, I covered my upper arms and walked along the harbor. I listened to the sound of the sea and the salty smell of the sea reached my nostrils.

If I kept staying there, in the exact same city, Ivar would sooner or later find me and I knew that if I saw him again, I couldn't bring myself to leave him again. Consequently, I had to leave the city as soon as possible. Coincidentally, I became aware of how some men were constantly carrying boxes on board of a ship. Individual men on deck readied the ship for departure, which implied that this ship would soon be running out of port. This was my chance. So, I grabbed it without thinking too much about it and mingled with the men carrying heavy wooden boxes who gradually boarded. This was the second time I boarded a ship without permission, but this time I made sure it wasn't a pirate ship. It was a merchant ship, which I recognized by the infinite variations of goods. From rare fabrics through to exotic spices, they had everything. The ship would go to several mercantile cities and I decided to jump ship after arriving at the next port.

Before I knew what was happening, the ship had already left the harbor and I officially left everything I connected with the small town behind and sailed towards a new stage of life.

Thank you so so much for reading! Stay safe!😇🧡

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titaniasfics · 3 years

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prompt: wandavision au

(dialogue)

Vision: you light up my life. the feelings i have for you are like electric

Wanda: you are an absolute Vision, a spectacle on this earth

In which a card game among friends turns into declarations so sweet, everyone gets cavities. Luckily, they’re too drunk to care. Loosely based on the game, Cards Against Humanity. I just made a lot of stuff up. It’s really tons of silliness and banter, with a thirsty witch and her synthezoid in the middle.

Note: I wrote the whole drabble before I noticed that the prompt requested was for a WandaVision AU. I kept a copy of the prompt to write as the original requester intended. I also adjusted one of the lines of dialogue. It made my grammar bone hurt. I hope this works just the same.

Comedians

“I’m the dealer,” Sam exclaims, taking the cards from Rhodey. “I’ll pass them out.”

“You were the dealer last time. What is it with you always wanting to be the dealer?” Rhodey asks.

“That was then. This is now. You in, or are you gonna keep whining?”

The whole team is sprawled around a large chabudai table Tony insisted on buying, complete with enormous cushions upholstered in bright, multi-colored patterns which bring a smattering of rainbow brightness to the otherwise ultramodern blandness of the Avenger’s compound. Wanda sits close to Vision, her leg pressed into the warmth of his as she sips a caipirinha from a large batch she made as her contribution to the the party. She feels dreamy. Happy. And all she wants to do is climb on Vision’s lap, maybe keep kissing him the way they’d done earlier that day. And yesterday. And the day before that. Everything between them was so new, she had a hard time focusing on the game, her concentration drawn to the person next to her.

“You are staring, darling,” Vision murmurs, making an excellent show of analyzing his cards. “Trying to get a leg-up on my hand?”

“Yes,” Wanda nods in mock seriousness, dropping her voice. “That’s exactly what I’m doing. Completely focused on your…hand…” She raises her eyebrow.

“I see the caipirinha is having quite the effect on you.”

“It’s not the caipirinha having that effect,” she smiles coyly.

“Ah,” he drops his voice even lower, “so you are flirting with me because…”

Wanda’s voice goes as low as his. “Because I like you.”

Vision’s smile gets big and stupid, much more of a giveaway than anything she’s saying. “Well, if that is the case, carry on.”

Wanda giggles behind her hand, grateful that everyone is too busy watching Sam and Rhodey bicker to pay them any mind.

“Have some respect,” Rhodey growls. “I’m older than you AND I outrank you.”

“Oh, you’re old, alright. I hear those ancient bones creaking all the way over here.”

“You did deal last time,” Natasha reminds Sam, winking at Rhodey, who drops his head, shoulders heaving in amusement.

“Watch this,” Vision murmurs before raising his voice to be heard by Sam. “I have an equation.”

“No, no, no. Don’t you start with that nonsense. Just pick up your cards and play, okay?” Sam practically leaps to his feet, making a mess of dealing the cards over Rhodey’s open guffaws. “Talking about those equations. Nobody wants to hear all that.”

“I’d like to hear all that. Tell me all about your equation.” Wanda asks, wondering how far she can push Sam.

Sam points at her, his eyes glittering after inhaling three caipirinhas’s in a row. “You see, you encourage him. That’s the problem. That’s why he’s all ‘Equations this, equations that,’” he mimics. “Just pick up your cards.”

Wanda’s yelp of mock offense is drowned out by Natasha and Rhodey’s laughter. Nobody actually cares if Sam starts the game or not, but it’s fun to get him going and even Vision is swallowing a smirk, evidence that he’s really gotten the hang of getting Sam’s goat as well.

“Who wants treats?” Tony says, carrying a tray of Jell-O shots in multiple colors from the kitchen.

“Did you make those?” Steve takes a shot, sniffing it. “Okay, my eyes are watering.”

“We made them,” Pepper says, grabbing one and downing it like it’s water. “Ooh, yeah, that’s how you do it.”

“If there was any doubt you were made for each other,” Steve says, hissing after swallowing a bright yellow shot.

Eventually, the shots are passed around and even though Wanda doesn’t usually mix drinks, she does take a bright red one that tastes like ripe cherries. Everyone is buzzing happily as they match up their cards.

Wanda glances at her hand, considering how to make something meaningful out of her cards. She lines them up, turning them over and over, but they are nothing more than drivel.

You light up… has nothing to do with any of the cards she’s holding.

“I’m going to lose this round,” she moans, grabbing two random cards and handing them to Sam.

“No worries. I will be victorious for both of us,” Vision says, turning in his as well.

Carefully, Sam arranges each set before reading out the black card and the answers.

“You light up like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Your chicken nugget is like electricity. What did my eyes just read?”

“Hey, I got a bad hand,” Clint complains.

“Yeah, what is with you and chicken nuggets?” Nat teases, elbowing him in the side.

Sam scoops up the next pair, reading the combo out loud. “You light up like a 4th of July boat on fire. “Your erotic asphyxiation is like electricity? The hell?”

Tony frowns. “What was I supposed to do with erotic asphyxiation?”

“That’s a question for Pepper, not for me.” Sam snaps back before reading a few more, each more ridiculous than the previous one until he gets to the last one. “Will you lookie-lookie here. Somebody is in their feels. I do believe I found the winning combination.” Sam clears his throat, making sure everyone can hear.

“You light up my life; The feelings I have for you are like electricity.’”

“Oooooh,” everyone chimes in.

“That’s so sweet,” Pepper breathes dreamily. “It’s like a poem.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need another shot to wash that down,” Clint says, downing another mandarin-colored Jell-O shot. “My chicken nugget was better.”

“Alright, alright, who’s gonna claim these points?” Sam asks.

“Those would be mine,” Vision answers, arranging his winning cards perfectly on the felt before him. “That was for you, by the way,” he whispers.

Wanda beams, her hand snaking under the unbelievably low table to squeeze his leg. “And you are an absolute Vision, a spectacle on this earth.”

Vision covers her hand with his, leaning in very close, and the words, the drinks, his nearness to her, making the whole world turn upside down, but in a good way. “You should have saved that for our game.”

Wanda shakes her head. “No, those words are only for you. And with my luck, I’ll never get two cards together that make any sense.”

Vision’s smile brightens again – she doesn’t remember him ever smiling so much before today.

“You better not be playing hide the synthetic zucchini down there, Wanda,” Tony says, his eyes bright with too many Jell-O shots.

“Don’t listen to him,” Pepper slurs, her pale cheeks pink. “He says the sweetest things to me all the time.”

Tony raises a wobbly finger as if he could erase the comment like an oversized pencil eraser. “Okay, you can’t…no,” Tony protests. “I have a reputation to maintain. I am Iron Man.”

“You’re a big, old cuddly wubbly is what you are,” Natasha cackles.

“Iron Man,” he repeats, rubbing his eyes. “Not cuddly. Not cuddly at all.”

“You will never live this down,” Natasha retorts, putting another Jell-O shot out of its misery.

“And you had to go give her ammunition,” Tony complains to a very woozy Pepper, who leans her head on his shoulder.

“Another round,” Steve says, looking almost as sober as Vision. “I’m dealing. Let’s go.”

He shuffles the cards, passing them around until he gets to Wanda, freezing with her card in hand.

“I’m going to have to keep an eye on you two, aren’t I?” Steve says, dropping his voice so only they can hear. He points at Wanda and Vision and she realizes his sobriety is only an illusion. “I know what’s what.”

Wanda is about to say something to the effect of he doesn’t need to worry about keeping an eye on two grown adults, but Vision simply leans forward, sliding the card carefully from Steve’s grasp. “It must be a relief to know that you have not completely forgotten what ‘what’s what’ looks like after all these years,” Vision calmly responds, passing the card to Wanda.

Steve narrows his eyes at him. “Did you just insinuate that I haven’t…gotten any in a long time?”

Vision shrugs, a mannerism Wanda has never seen before, and decides she really likes it. Like his sense of humor, his kindness, his million-watt smile. “I would never presume to know the particulars of your romantic escapades on the rare occasions you leave the compound, Captain.”

Steve stares at him for a few beats, the tension tightening as if on corkscrews until he breaks into loud laughter and continues to deal the cards, murmuring “Even the robot’s got jokes.”

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wanna-do-bad-things · 4 years

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On Purpose.

Summary: Henry has finished season one of The Witcher and his wife is in need of sex. Type: Smut. Detailed smut. Word count: 2589 Warnings: Frustration, coaxing, Henry using dirty talk, use of vibrator, restraints, unprotected sex, brief mention of creampie. A/N: So I’m pretty new here to this fandom and this is the first thing that I’ve written for him. If you read this, please give it a like/reblog and my ask is open if you’d like to drop me a message :) When I’m not writing reader insert, I write as an unnamed oc “she”. This was written as a request from someone on my Patreon but she asked that it was shared with tumblr. This was backed up by another friend who agreed it should be shared here, so I hope it’s enjoyed!.

The original request: henry Cavill, he has wrapped up season one of witcher. His wife is super horny from watching season 1 and needs him to come home asap and fuck her asap. But mr henry comes home, eats, plays video games, teases her with showing his thighs. She is annoyed so goes up to room, later on he goes up, ties her up, rips her clothes and goes slow at first then picks up the speed and watches her body shake and she cums right on him. He stops her, getting naked and shoves his dick inside her and pounds her to oblivion smacking her ass Sorry for any mistakes in this.

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She’d been on the set for a lot of the scenes, watching as Henry worked his ass off to achieve the most realistic scenes he possibly could. She watched as he worked off set with the choreographers for the fight scenes, heard the way he shared his input for the way the weapons should look, feel and work. She’d felt her heart burst with pride as he held the attention of those within the room and felt her underwear soak as she watched him in action.

She knew oh too well what he was capable of, had been manhandled by him on more than one occasion and watching as he moved with ease, the way his muscles flex beneath his skin and his expressions had her feeling weak. The cast and crew spent the final week going over everything and had a viewing of the full first series and all it had done for her was leave her even more sexually frustrated.

He had a few more things that he needed to do before season one was fully wrapped up and had been out of the house for most of the morning and afternoon. All it had done, leaving her with her thoughts and images whirling in her mind, was increase her desire for him. By the time Henry comes home, she’s ready to jump him.

“I’ve just got home, give me a few minutes yeah,” he kisses her on the tip of her nose and momentarily holds her against him.

“But I-”

“I know. But give me time to wind down.”

“I could help with that.” She trails her hand down his chest, but he captures it before it gets too low.

“Not that kind.” He gives her a small smile. “It’s been a long day already, I need to eat something – not you,” he adds quickly, “I need to eat, relax and shower. Maybe later?”

He moves out of her way, and though she understands his need and want for some downtime because of the strict schedule he’s had to adhere to, that doesn’t fix her craving for him.

She gives it time, busies herself with a few other chores that she can think to do and also showers. Slipping on a robe with nothing underneath, she makes her way downstairs to where she finds him, sitting in his study with his game is open, a plate of finished food beside him and his attention completely on the screen before him. He sits with his headset on, a plain white V neck shirt and some cut off sweatpant shorts. The way he sits, his shorts ride up, exposing several inches of his thigh as he sits with his legs open. This was unfair. This was cruel.

“How was your food?” She asks, stepping into the room and running her hands over his shoulders. Henry pushes one of his headphones out of the way so he can hear and briefly turns his head to acknowledge her.

“Nice. Good. Just what I needed.”

“Got your fill?” She asks as she rounds his body and places her thighs on either side of his knee. She allows the robe to fall open, just enough to let him know, let him see just a brief hint of nipple as she sits herself down on. She’d played ever so briefly in the shower, not that she’d intended to but as she’d moved, spray from the shower had hit her body and couldn’t help but use her fingers. Her wetness slicks against his thigh and this gets his attention.

“You’re something else today, do you know that.” He says after muting his mic. She grins and rocks her hips against him. It’s not the first time she’s rode his thigh and knows that Henry gets off on seeing her do this as much as she gets off on doing it, but she has no intention of reaching her orgasm this way. She leans in to him, wraps her lips around his earlobe and bites ever so gently, knowing it gets him hard when he begins to say, “let me ju-” he doesn’t have time to finish his sentence before she sighs, and climbs off him. “Hey wait. You didn’t let me finish.”

“Well I didn’t either. You play your game Henry and I’ll just go play.”

Her frustrations are making her crabby, but it’s been weeks since he last touched her, and her sex drive is higher than normal. All she wants is a little attention from him, but she’ll have to make do with thinking of the things she wants him to do to her instead of actually feeling it.

She makes her way back to the bedroom and kicks the door shut, feeling the walls shake with the force of it. That might have been a little harder than intended but oh well. She drops the robe half-way between the door and the bed and slips between the sheets, kicking them off as she fumbles about in the bedside drawer for her newest purchase from an online toy store.

With two sides on the top, one for precision and one with a curved yet flat side, designed to cover the whole clit, not just the tip like on the other side, she fully intends to play. This gets her to orgasm within a minute, two tops and right now, that’s what she wants. With its five settings, starting off slow and the highest setting making her lose her vision, her speech to no longer sound and her muscles to tighten up to the point where she had a cramp in her leg a few days later.

No sooner had she turned the dial to switch it on, Henry is opening the door, a smirk on his face and his cock straining against his shorts. “Nothing makes me harder than seeing my girl all frustrated, wanting me and acting a brat about it.”

“You did this on purpose.” Her eyes widen in surprise, her jaw clenches and she glares at him.

“Do you know how hot you are when you’re angry? Annoyed? Sexually frustrated?” he asks as he moves towards her. “When all you want is to be touched, licked and fucked?”

“Hen-”

“No, you’re going to listen since you made such a big display down there.” He’s above her before she can stop him, straddling her waist as she would his and he knocks the toy from her hands. it buzzes to itself on the bedding before he turns it off. “You want to be adored? Admired? Loved and fucked all at once? Is that what my wife wants? To have that bratty attitude fucked out of her?” She tries to move under his weight but doesn’t get very far. “Poor baby, guess you’ll have to lay there and endure this.”

She glares up at him, hating the wetness that builds between her thighs at his words. He always knows how to get her worked up, talking down to her like this, making her feel needy for wanting him in the most primal way. The way he looks at her - so bored, so unamused, only turns her on even more. “Touch me.”

“You’re in no position to make demands. In fact, since you need it so badly, I’ll give you exactly what you desire. I’ll give it to you repeatedly. How about that?” She nods eagerly, forgetting that she’s supposed to be mad at him. She willingly offers her wrists, allows him to bound them and tie them above her head to the solid wood bed frame. It’s not until he’s reaching for the toy that he so happily discarded that she realises what she’s done.

“Henry - no.”

“Going to stop me, are you?” She swallows hard when the buzzing starts, “tell me right now that you don’t want this.”

“I don’t want to be teased.” She specifies.

“But you want this, on your clit while I eat your pussy? Or maybe just inside of you, only just, to give you a taste of what’s to come as I pleasure you with my mouth?” He’s not pressed the toy against her yet and her eyes flutter closed at the mere thought of what his mouth can and will do to her. “Tell me you want it or you get nothing.”

“I want it. Please, I need it.”

“Only because you said please.”

He starts the vibrator off on the lowest setting, trailing over her nipples which harden instantly under the silicon. The smoothness of the texture glides over her skin, goosebumps appear in its wake as he slowly trails it down her stomach, over her thighs and teases over everywhere but her clit. He gets close to her exposed clit, her wet core and her ass but never close enough.

“I said no teasing.”

“And I said I’d teach you a lesson. You won’t learn if you’re just getting your own way all the time.” he dips it between her folds, the vibrations has her eyes closing completely and her breath slowly comes out as a long hiss. With her slick now coating the tip, he trails it up her slit and applies the lightest of touches to her bead. her thighs shake instantly, the build up starting in the shower finally taking its toll and before he can pull it away, she reaches her first orgasm.

“Disappointing.” He declares. “I thought you’d last longer.” He presses the flat side, the one that covers her whole clit and presses down as he speeds up the vibration setting. Her mouth opens, her eyes roll and her back arches as she tugs on her restraints. Her stomach muscles flex, her belly visibly contracting before him as her legs shake. She can’t speak, can’t cry out as the pleasure takes over her. She’s barely had time to recover from her last when another one builds even faster, wracking her body at such a pace that her head hurts from the blood rush. She knows she needs to breathe but all she can do is accept the euphoria which floods her system.

Henry pulls the vibrator from her, stares down at the wet bedding, her cum splattered thighs and takes in the sight of his wife completely undone. “Sensitive today. Abstinence really suits you.”

“Don’t.” she manages to croak out, trying to close her legs but he holds them apart, running his fingers over her soaked core.

“Thought you needed me?” He asks, his cock straining against his shorts as he kneels before her. “You can either suck my cock or let me fuck you. The choice is yours which hole I use.” He makes quick work, his clothes almost ripping under the force in which he pulls them from him. She drinks him in, torn between wanting him in her mouth but knowing with the way he’s behaving right now, that he wouldn’t go easy on her.

She opens her legs, her knees lifting as she does so, watching as he palms his cock, pre-cum dotting at the slit. She wants to lick it away, take him between her lips but she’s not ready for the throat fucking that he’d give her and so prepares herself as he begins to lean forward, sinks himself into her in one long motion. He pulls her knee up to his chest and begins to thrust. He watches as her breasts bounce, the way she closes her eyes tightly and bites down on her lip. Clenching his jaw, he turns her body while he’s still inside of her and slaps her ass, feeling the way her pussy clenches around him at the contact.

“You wanted this, now look at me while I’m fucking you,” he demands, pulling all the way out to the tip before slamming back into her fully. He takes her hard and fast, not giving her a moment to consider anything other than the way he drives himself into her. He spanks her again, enjoying the tightness increase when he does so and the moan that escapes her lips. He’s half tempted to get the toy, apply it to her clit once more and watch her come undone around him but he wouldn’t be able to keep the pace if he was holding that in place too. He’d need her to do so and he’s not giving her hands access again, not until this is over.

The moment she’d sat on his knee - no, even the few seconds before she’d done so, he’d known that she’d be wet and how horny she’d been all day. Part of him really had wanted to de-stress in his own way but the other part enjoyed watching her get riled up, become so frustrated that she’d snap on her own accord. He loved that she became a victim to her own plan, suffering at her own hands. He knew she’d come up and play, get the new toy she’d denied purchasing but he’d heard her playing, seen the hazy post-orgasm eyes and blushed cheeks. He’d bide his time until this moment, not realising how effective it would actually be but it was a stunning reaction and one he fully intends to do again.

His hips continue to snap to hers, the sound of her wetness and skin on skin fills the room. She tries to hold back her moans but she’s mostly unsuccessful. The more she tries to hold it back, the harder Henry fucks her. He lifts her leg, her foot now on his shoulder, the slight shift in her position alters the way in which he enters her. It feels tighter and so he feels, if possible, bigger, now hitting spots which hadn’t been as accessible as before, or if they had, they certainly hadn’t come alive like this. His fingers dig into her skin, his short nails manage to nip at her, marking it with soft crescent shapes. His vocals reach her ears, his soft moans, deep grunts when she feels perfect around him and his growls when she tightens her core at just the right time. Hearing him is arousing, fresh wetness builds as she hears it and she pleads with him to cum. He grips her harder, one hand on her ankle, the other on her waist as he buries himself within her time after time until he halts, his cock throbbing as he climaxes, spilling everything within her.

“Is that what you wanted?” He asks when his breathing has calmed and she rests her legs on either side of his thighs.

“Mmmmm,” she moans softly, “something like that.” He pulls out of her, pausing for a moment with both hands on her inner thighs, holding her legs open just long enough to see the first drops of cum seep from her. “what a mess you’ve caused.” she comments and he grins.

“You’re lucky I’m not making you sample it.” He leans over her with ease, resting his weight into his knees as he unties her. As she strokes over her wrists, he places his hands on either side of her ribs and leans forward, pressing his lips against hers and giving her soft, gentle kisses, a stark contrast to the performance he’s just given. “Let’s get you in that shower.”

“Yeah?”

“And then I’ll cook us something to eat, share that bottle of wine that’s been calling to us recently to celebrate the completion of season one and maybe…” he runs a hand up her thigh once more. “Have part two.”

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fullmetalscullyy · 4 years

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happy birthday @dvltgr-rizaran 🎉 i wrote a little something for you as a gift 💓 i hope you like it

thank you for always being so awesome, so understanding, and for being there when i needed it most. you’re an amazing friend 💕 i love you!! have the best day today 💖

slow dance

rated: g | words: 1373

“Lieutenant?”

Riza turned her head, seeing the Colonel’s approach. His sharply cut tuxedo almost shined in the moonlight above them, matching his inky black hair. The light cast a strip of silver across his head, captivating her for a second.

After a mental shake, Riza remembered herself and straightened to attention. A breeze caressed her bare arms and it made her shiver in her dress. The high neck protected her throat but left her arms free to the elements. It was floor length, just brushing the ground thanks to her heels. The deep blue looked almost black when she was outside, but just enough of the colour managed to show through in the moon’s glow.

Of course he’d try and find her shortly after she’d escaped for a quiet moment to herself. Even though she’d originally planned for some peace she truly didn’t mind his presence.

“Sir,” she greeted.

��Relax, Lieutenant,” he commanded gently, “I came here to escape too.”

Her shoulders softened and she watched as he approached. Mimicking the way she’d been standing a few seconds ago, Roy leaned against the balcony wall on his elbows and looked out over the gardens at the back of one of the poshest hotels in Central.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed. Riza turned back to face the gardens.

“Not the only beautiful thing here tonight though,” he sighed.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Riza turned her body to face him. “Is there anything you need, Sir?”

“No… Nothing.”

“Okay.”

She was perplexed as to why he was here. He sounded too vague for there to be nothing on his mind. He’d said he’d needed to escape, but why would he seek someone out if he needed some time alone?

“So, why did you come to escape?”

She cringed at his question. She hadn’t intended for it to seem that way. “It was quite warm in the hall. I just needed some fresh air.” It wasn’t a lie. It was partly the truth.

“It was quiet loud too, huh?”

Riza didn’t comment.

“The Generals never know when to stop talking. I’m sure they simply enjoy the sound of their own voice. I needed to get away from their constant questioning too.”

Their “questions” included “I have a wonderful daughter, Colonel, what would you say to dinner with her?” and while Riza was a strict professional, it was still bothersome to listen to. Both in a general and a personal sense. It was shallow and irritating, for one thing. It reminded her of her own past and her own choices. She couldn’t love Roy like she wanted to. She’d accepted this years ago, however there was only so many times she could listen to that topic of discussion and watch those women fawn over the young Colonel.

“Hm… Actually, there is one request.” He pondered his thought, tapping a finger against his chin as his head cocked in thought.

“What do you need, Sir?”

“Dance with me?” The hand that had been by his face extended outwards, his palm facing up to the sky, inviting her to take it. A soft smile spread across his face and it caused her to relax slightly, to let her guard down.

Realising she’d done so, Riza snapped back to attention. “Sir, I really don’t think–”

“Breda’s guarding the door.” He glanced to his right, towards the windows. “The curtains are closed. What’s one little dance?”

Riza raised an eyebrow at him. She knew what “one little dance” was. It would ignite the longing inside of her that would love more moments like this. It would create desire for him to hold her in his arms every night, and for her to hear his breath by her ear as they did so. It was reckless and dangerous.

“I can order it, if it makes you feel any better?” He grinned at her.

Rolling her eyes, Riza stepped closer. “Fine. One dance.”

Roy’s grin never wavered as he grasped her hand in his. The distance between them was respectful as they moved in time to the strings. It was a tune that tugged at Riza’s heart, sounding so full of sorrow and yearning. It began to amplify her own. Still, ever the professional, she buried it deep down inside of her and schooled her expression. She’d indulge him in his little dance then be on her way, back to the festivities.

Except that song finished and another picked up right away. Riza looked up at Roy expectantly, waiting for him to let go of her hand and waist, but he didn’t. He began to sway again, leading the dance as he continued to keep a tight hold on her.

“Sir –” She began to warn him but was halted by the look in his eyes. It caused that desire inside of her to flare up, compromising her professionalism. Her lips parted in anticipation. Subconsciously, she’d managed to move a fraction closer to him. Whether that was her own doing or Roy’s, Riza wasn’t sure.

They were both guilty of moving closer.

“I never specified just one dance,” he murmured. “Nor did I agree to your terms.”

They swayed together as the slow music continued, and Riza was unable to tear her gaze away from his. The depth of his eyes were pulling her in, so eventually all that mattered was them. All that existed in her mind as she gazed at him was the two of them.

Ever so slowly, Roy brought them closer together. His cheek was resting against hers. His breath tickled her hair and the outer shell of her ear, making her shiver. Riza succumbed to it, lost to the yearning inside of her. It was delightful to be held this way by him, to move like this with him. It was so much better than she’d ever thought it would be.

The song finished, and a next started. Riza didn’t even protest. They continued to move in silence.

By the time the third song finished, Riza’s head was resting upon Roy’s shoulder, looking outwards towards the glass windows hiding them from the scrutiny of their peers. Their bodies were pressed closely together, relishing in the proximity to one another. His warmth was shielding her from the cool night breeze, spreading through her like the fire she always associated with him. Although fire was destructive and unforgiving, it was also warm and inviting. It was protection and survival. Just like they were to one other.

Roy’s cheek was now resting on the back of her head. His fingers had threaded through her own, gripping on tightly. His other hand was a comforting weight against her lower back, keeping her held in place against him. There was no need because Riza never wanted to leave his embrace, but she appreciated his touch all the same. Every time the pressure increased, Riza’s fingers dug into the shirt on his back, pressing into the hard muscle underneath.

“There’s only ever been you on my mind, Riza,” Roy reassured her, his voice low and rumbling through his chest. Her eyes fluttered closed, finally giving in to him completely. “You know that, don’t you?”

Riza nodded.

“I know tonight must have been hard for you to listen to. I wanted to apologise.”

“You don’t have to.” Her eyes popped open when she unexpectedly realised she had to clear her throat in order to speak properly.

“I want to. I’ve loved you for years and it’s never changed, Riza,” he professed. His grip on her tightened, squeezing her body gently against his. “It never will,” he whispered. His head moved and Riza’s breath caught in her throat as he pressed a kiss into her hair. His lips lingered for longer than was normal before he pulled away, placing his cheek back against her head.

Riza stirred, turning her head so now she was facing his throat. “I know. I love you too, Roy.”

The music reached a crescendo before slowly dissipating into nothing.

“Do you want to go back in?” His voice was low and husky.

Riza shook her head. “One more song,” she whispered. She didn’t want to leave, especially after their conversation.

There were three more dances.

#royai #royai fic #royai fanfic #dvltgr-rizaran #gift fic #emma writes

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bigheartedsky · 4 years

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Voices

Pairings: Savior!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff (with some Angst); one shot

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault; Read at your own risk!

Summary: You and your co-workers went out for a karaoke night after a very stressful week of work. Everything was fine until your boss got too drunk again, resulting in you running away from him and trying to hide in another karaoke room. But that room wasn’t as empty as you thought it would be.

a/n: here you have another one shot! I don’t know how long I’ll be able to write frequently so enjoy it while it lasts lol. This one is specifically for a friend of mine that loooooves JK to death. Have fun reading!

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„Come on, Y/N. Raise your glass!” your co-worker prompted you. You smiled at him, but everyone that knew you well would’ve been able to tell right away that you were highly uncomfortable. Still, you rose your glass and cheered together with everyone to the end of a really busy day at work.

“Going to a karaoke room after work was the most genius idea you had all week, Jieun! After all that work, we had to do to meet the deadlines this is the best thing!” this time, it was your boss speaking. He was already pretty drunk. There was no resemblance anymore to the usually strict leader of your office. You hated it when he got like that, so you sat as far away from him as possible.

“Who wants to sing next? Boss?” Jieun asked after bowing to their boss for complimenting her, but you could see that she was hurt by him saying it was the most genius idea she had all week. She was a smart girl, and it made you angry to see her not get the credit she deserved. But your boss has always been like that.

“No, you don’t want to hear me. Trust me.” He laughed and started to stare in your direction. “But how about Y/N? We haven’t heard you sing yet.” He grinned. Oh, how you hated that grin. It made you remember the last times you saw this grin which never ended well.

“I would really prefer not to…” you said quietly – too shy to speak up loud enough for him to hear.

“What did you say?” he asked loudly. “She said no.” Jieun answered sternly for you, and you were so glad she chose to come along instead of going out with her boyfriend that night like she originally intended to do. You looked at her and mouthed Thank You as soon as she looked at you. She nodded back with a smile saying, You can count on me. Before taking the attention off you by asking another co-worker energetically to sing instead and making everyone cheer for him to do it.

As the evening went on, everyone kept getting up and sang their hearts out, making you end in the position of sitting right next to your drunk boss. He stared at you every moment he thought he wasn’t watched by others, but you always noticed. You were tense, not knowing how to get out of this situation without seeming odd or rude. Suddenly his hand was on your thigh. You immediately froze while his hand made its way up your thigh stroking you through your black trousers. Your stomach started twisting itself into a tight knot, making you feel sick. In a flash, you were up on your feet. He looked at you confused until you just mumbled:

“I have to use the restroom…” and you were out of the room. Walking down the hallway everything turned around you. Pictures of the last time he tried this on you flashed before your eyes. Your heart was beating rapidly, mind going all fuzzy when you felt someone hugging you from behind. It was him. You knew immediately it was him because only he could make all your insides scream in horror like this.

“If you wanted us to have some private time you could’ve just said so…” he told you, amused by the thought of you being all shy about it. You fought against his grip.

“N-No. I didn’t- I really need to go to the bathroom!” you exclaimed quietly, but his grip tightened.

“Please let me-“

Panic took over your body when you suddenly found yourself getting out of his grip and slapping him right across his face.

“-GO!” shocked at your own actions you took a step back. Your boss put his hand on the spot you hit, looking at you provoked.

“Oh Y/N. That wasn’t the smartest thing you could’ve done just then.”

He took a step closer to you and you just started to run down the hallway. He yelled your name, but you just raced around the corner and went into the first opened karaoke room you could find. You stood, leaning against the door and looking through the small window next to it until you were sure he wasn’t following you anymore. Your whole body was shaking.

Only after finally feeling safe you noticed that the room actually wasn’t empty. In fact, you just ran in on someone singing in the most beautiful way you’ve ever heard. His voice was so soft it immediately made you calm down on the spot. You lost yourself in his interpretation of Who by Lauv completely, not even noticing how you took some steps in his direction.

“Can I help you?” a confused voice asked you.

When did the song end?

At the other side of the coffee table in the room, sitting on the couch was a quite handsome feller as far as you could tell in this dim light. He looked at you confused in the most innocent and pure way someone ever looked at you. It somewhat reminded you of your bunny you had when you were little. Making yourself recall that he just asked you a question, you jolted out of your thoughts.

“Oh- I- I’m really sorry. I didn’t want to intrude like that. I really don’t usually do this.. uhm.. I…” remembering why you were in this room made you shiver all over again. You started to rub your arms, looking down embarrassed. His confused look eased into a worried expression.

“I needed a place to hide…” you said quietly. He just nodded slowly, feeling immediately how hard it was for you to talk about it. A warm smile spread on his face when he extended his hand with a microphone in it to you.

“Do you sing?” he asked.

“I uhm…” you looked at the microphone, unsure of what to answer before looking at him.

“Sing with me!” he grinned happily. “I wanted to sing a duet with a girl for a while now. I’ll hide you and you sing with me. Deal?”

“Well, I-“ you wanted to turn him down, but one look into his dark marble eyes somehow made all your worries melt away.

“What the hell, why not.” Smiling, you took the microphone, and sat down shyly on the couch across from him. He flipped through the songs, asking you every time he found one, if you knew it or not. Finally, he decided on going with Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid. You knew that the female part in this duet came first and with every note passing your nerves got worse. He noticed how nervous you were, and just when he wanted to tell you that you don’t have to force yourself to do anything, and that he would still help you, you started singing.

He was completely spellbound by your voice. The part where he was supposed to step in with your singing started, but he was too stunned to notice anything. Confused, you finally looked up and met his eyes. He looked at you open-mouthed, suddenly realizing that he was staring at you, and finally starting to sing with you. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks. Glad that the light was too dim to see how red your face was, a smile started spreading on your face. Your heart started beating faster but this time it was completely different from when your boss had touched you. With every tone you sang, your confidence climbed until you were at a point where you simply enjoyed the way your voice harmonized with his. It sounded like heaven. You never wanted this moment to stop.

But every song has an end, and so you both looked at each other, smiling shyly once the song was over. He was radiating with happiness. You could swear that there was a visible glow to him. It was infectious.

“What?” you asked, smiling like an idiot.

“Nothing. Just, your voice is really beautiful.” He replied, looking away.

Is he blushing?

You for sure were.

“Thank you. Yours is too! I was completely stunned by your voice when I came in. I even forgot about-…” remembering why you even ended up here, you stopped yourself from talking any further. It seemed so far away now that it seemed like a nightmare you woke up from.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, but can I ask you what happened?” he made that request in the most careful way possible. You were thankful to him for caring so much about a stranger like you. Thinking about how to translate what happened into words the right way.

“Where to start…?” you laughed sadly, looking around the room.

“How about the beginning?” he smiled sweetly at you. It made your heart melt immediately, making you relaxed enough to find the right words.

“I started working as a writer at a new company about a year ago. I always wanted to become a writer so finally being able to write for my living was an amazing feeling. But after a while, I started to notice how my boss was treating me differently from the others. At first, he just made me stay longer than the others, claiming because I was a newbie, I had to work extra hard.” You took a deep breath. The boy looked at you with compassion in his eyes.

“Then he started to search for excuses to touch me. At first it was just a slight tap on my shoulder, or my hand, but it all got worse after our first work dinner. He got really drunk and started to touch me and I-“ you looked down, tears stinging in your eyes.

“I-I don’t know what would’ve happened if Jieun hadn’t seen. She pulled me away from him and brought me home. Today she also tried to save me from him, but he tried again when she wasn’t looking, and I wanted to run from him so I excused myself to the bathroom. But he-“ you choked down a sob.

“He followed me, thinking I invited him to come with me. A-and when he grabbed me, I just panicked. I slapped him. I got scared so I just ran into the first room I found. I’m sorry-” Tears were now running down your face. You wiped them away every time in a weak attempt of hiding them but it was no use. The boy across from you stood up and started hugging you comfortingly.

“My hyung once told me that if a girl cries sometimes the best thing to do is just to hug her and listen to what she wants to tell you. I wanted to listen to you so please don’t apologize for crying.”

You hugged him back shyly, grabbing his black bomber jacket. He let you cry in his arms until you calmed down. When he noticed that you weren’t crying as hard anymore, he slowly let go of you to instead squat in front of you.

“This guy is the worst scum on earth. You shouldn’t have to work for a guy like him.” He told you wholeheartedly. You smiled a little bit at that, looking down on your lap.

“I don’t have a choice if I want to stay a writer. He knows a lot of people in this business and if I quit, I’m scared I’ll never have a chance anywhere else.” He pursed his lips, thinking about what you just said, and then it came to him. You looked up when he suddenly got up to go grab his backpack. Going through his stuff, he dug out a business card that looked fairly damaged already – as if he was carrying it with him everywhere. You looked at him confused when he smiled the cutest smile – strangely reminding you of a bunny rabbit a lot - satisfied with what he found. He walked back to you, giving the card to you as soon as he crouched down in front of you again.

“This is the card of the CEO of my company. We can always use good, creative writers and I can put in a good word for you. Ah, wait.” he took the card again, turning away from you to now kneel in front of the coffee table. You looked over his shoulder curiously while he wrote something down on the back of the card.

[Jeon Jungkook

+82 36 XXXX YYYY]

“If you have any problems with all this, you can always call me. Even if you just need a duet partner.” He smiled at you with this cute bunny-like smile again, blushing slightly. You just had to smile and laugh a little at that.

“I’ll definitely take that offer. Thank you, Jungkook.” It was the most genuine “thank you” you ever said to someone. He scratched his neck, looking down when you both flinched at the sound of the door opening with force. The eyes of both of you immediately shot to the door. Your boss was standing in the door with another co-worker.

“Here you are. We’ve been looking all over for you. Jieun is worried sick!” your co-worker told you.

“S-Sorry.” You answered quietly. Your whole behavior changed 180, making it clear to Jungkook that the man you feared so much just appeared. He stood up defensively, looking at the guys, but smiling a polite smile at both of the men. He didn’t know which one was the cause of your fear but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he was about to punch that guy in the face or anything as soon as he knew which one.

“It’s my fault. We met coincidentally and kinda lost track of the time.” he said in the most civil way possible, but you could see by the way his right hand, that was hidden in the pocket of his bomber jacket, clenched how mad he actually was.

“And you are…?” your boss spoke up, making you jump slightly just hearing his voice. Jungkook noticed it and put two and two together immediately. He knew now which of these people was the one and looked at him - eyes completely cold while still carrying that same polite smile. Then he looked at you with faked confusion and back to your co-workers again.

“Oh, I’m really sorry. That’s right we haven’t met before.” Jungkook walked up to your boss and co-worker and held out his hand first to your co-worker.

“I’m her boyfriend. Nice to meet you, my name is Jeon Jungkook.” You looked just as shocked as your co-worker for a minute before quickly settling in this play Jungkook was creating here. He was helping you get out of this safely and you knew that immediately. No one could describe how grateful you were having met him on this day.

“Oh- Ohhh! So YOU’RE the lucky one that got our Y/N? Wow! And here I thought she didn’t have a boyfriend because she works all the time.” Your co-worker said, genuinely surprised but happy for you and shook Jungkook’s hand. “Take really good care of her for us okay?”

You smiled because of the request of your co-worker, who had been treating you like a little sister since day one, taking care of you in the company. But what really made you blush was Jungkook’s response.

“Don’t worry. I will. As long as I live, she has nothing to fear.” Jungkook said, first winking at you, and then looking right in the eyes of your boss, saying the last part of that sentence. You got goosebumps all over.

Why is my body reacting like that? It’s just an act but still this feels so real. Jungkook can really be scary. But why do I find all this so empowering?

“Ah... I’m glad to hear that.” Your boss replied, not even trying to hide his insincerity. He took Jungkook’s hand and you could tell that Jungkook was actually gripping his hand so hard it hurt him. Not wanting Jungkook to get hurt, provoking your boss any further, you stood up and gently pulled on his arm.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to go home now.” You said, feeling brave with Jungkook next to you all at once. He let go of your boss’ hand and looked at you in a loving way, quietly saying:

“I’ll take you home.” You just nodded, smiling and losing yourself in his eyes for a moment.

“Okay, I’ll tell everyone so don’t worry about it and just go enjoy yourself for once.” Your co-worker waved you goodbye with this, shortly followed by your very much displeased boss. Still holding onto Jungkook’s arm, you felt a shift in his behavior.

“Jungkook?” you could see his jaw clenching, and suddenly he went after your boss. “Jungkook!”

“Hey.” He said right behind your boss, tapping on his shoulder and right when he turned around, Jungkook punched him straight in his face. Your boss fell on the ground, holding his nose and cursing. You just stood there, completely shocked, but strangely satisfied. A new kind of confidence was rising in you. With Jungkook on your side right now you felt like you could do anything. Determined, you walked up to your boss. He looked at you, scooting back an inch, scared of what you’ll do. You looked at him and cocked your head to the side before reaching in your pocket.

“You got something on your suit there.” You told him, pulling a tissue out of your pocket and acting like you wanted to help him get the blood off his clothes, but instead you just grabbed his collar with one hand pulling him up a little.

“Don’t ever come near me, or any other female again, or I swear I’ll make your life a living hell. Got that?” he started nodding, frightened by the insanely cold look in your eyes. You stood up smiling and let him go, resulting in your boss bumping his head on the ground. You turned around finding Jungkook standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face. You couldn’t help but start smiling too. He took your hand and started walking with you when you stopped in your tracks.

“I almost forgot.” You looked over your shoulder to see your boss still sitting on the ground, and your co-workers slowly walking out of the karaoke room, confused about what’s going on. You looked at Jieun for a moment, winking at her, and she smiled, crossing her arms in satisfaction.

“I’m quitting. Do your work yourself from now on.” You told your boss. He was infuriated.

“YOU CAN’T QUIT! YOU’RE FIRED, YOU LITTLE-“

“I’m outta here, too. Good luck on finding yourself a new chief editor.” Jieun stated, smiling at your boss sweetly and taking a step over him to get out. “Excuse me. I have a way better job proposal in waiting anyways.”

You couldn’t help but grin at Jieun who mouthed a WOW, good catch! at you motioning to Jungkook. A blush spread on your cheeks when Jungkook pulled you with him again.

“Come on, let’s get outta here.” He said, proud of how you handled the situation.

“Sure.”

A few days passed and you still couldn’t believe that all this actually happened. You called the CEO of Jungkook’s company the next day and Jungkook had held his promise in putting in a good word for you. They invited you to a job interview and you actually got to start working there the next day. Of course, you immediately called Jungkook, telling him the good news and thanking him for everything he’s done for you. You both started texting and calling almost every day, meeting up for karaoke nights, or just to watch movies all the time. Although you never talked about the whole boyfriend act he did ever again, somehow you had the feeling that your friendship wasn’t just that. You couldn’t hide your feelings for him, and had you been able to look at your relationship with him from an outside perspective, it would’ve been clear from the start - so did he.

But you were still surprised one evening when the display of your phone lit up with a message unusually serious from him.

[11:56PM]

[Hey Y/N. If you’re home, could you come out for a second? I really need to talk to you]

What’s this about? I thought he was going out with his friends tonight? Please don’t tell me something bad happened!

You put on your favorite cardigan over your PJs and rushed downstairs of your housing complex. Heart beating fast with worry, you came out the door fast enough to see Jungkook being pushed by his friends in the direction of your home. You could see him complaining and fighting with them while they just laughed at him and started hiding behind a wall as soon as they saw you. Jungkook complained to them, loud enough for you to hear, about forcing him to do it now. It made you smile while walking up behind him.

“Jungkook?” he jumped when he heard your voice so close behind him.

“Y/N!” he turned around, completely surprised. “Hey, uhm- I- You look nice! In…. your PJs.. god I’m so bad at this, sorry.” You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from laughing when a voice called out from behind the wall his friends were hiding at.

“Just tell her already!”

“Oh, shut up!” Jungkook called back, obviously flustered. He looked back at you, scratching his neck embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. They sent you that message because they thought it would be funny to see me embarrassed in front of you.” The boy told you half-jokingly. A loving-happy smile spread on your face. You couldn’t help but think this was just too cute.

“No worries.” You answered softly, making him smile with relief in return. He was obviously a little drunk judging by how he started rambling on right after your answer.

“They got that stupid idea while we were drinking and talking about Jin’s new girlfriend, and then they started asking me and I told them about our little act and all that because I didn’t know what else to tell them, and somehow through that Yoongi-hyung seemed to notice that I like you really like that- like not just acting and so they made up this whole plan and forced me here-“

“Wait. What did you just say?” you looked at him surprised, hoping that your ears didn’t trick you.

Did he just say he likes me??

He looked at you like a deer in headlights for a moment, panicking a little on what he should say next. If he was drunk before he surely was 100% sober now.

“I- uhm- oh man please just forget what I said, okay?”

“Jungkook.”

“It was the alcohol talking, it always makes me say funny stuff.”

“Jungkook.”

“Not that you’re not likeable like every guy would be lucky to have you. I mean even in those PJs you look stunning-“

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” he finally shut up and looked at you. You smiled at him adoringly.

“I like you, too. More than a friend.” That cute bunny-smile you loved so much started slowly spreading on his face. He couldn’t help himself but came straight up to you and hugged you around your waist, lifting you in the process to twirl you around.

“You do?? Really??” you just laughed, reassuring him of your feelings for him.

“Does that mean I’m your boyfriend now??” Jungkook let you down, not letting you go and looked straight into your eyes. He had never felt so happy before. You were still laughing a little, blushing.

“Yes, you are.” And without another word his lips found yours for the first time. It was a short but sweet kiss, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach, and warmth in your heart. He hugged you tightly again while his friends came, cheering, around the corner of the wall.

“I fell for you the first time I heard your voice.” He whispered in your ear, making you smile happily, before letting you out of his embrace to finally meet his friends. You were completely overwhelmed with emotions but one thing was for sure. If it wouldn’t have been for Jungkook coming into your life, you never would’ve found your voice again.

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