#am i missing any of the AUs we came up with in the past week? lol

[avaetin]

the fact that you have au's of your au is actually so adorable, i love reading about them

Aww, thank you, anon! I have to keep my delulu alive, and surprisingly, there are awesome individuals who are supportive and encouraging of said delulu lol!

(coughs) @haiseiscute333 & @sunshines-child (coughs)

[hs-is-loml]

You Know This. (cl16)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x best friend!Reader

Summary: moments of charles and reader throughout the years that show they are so obviously meant for each other so carlos gives them a small push. (they are basically together but without the title...)

Warnings: mentions of Jules and Hervé so little angst but the majority is fluff! one kiss? lando swears. cute couple moments of two idiots UNEDITED

a/n: almost forgot how to write compared to the social media AUs i've been doing... hope you enjoy :)

all translations of french below

Chérie = darling

masterlist

19 years old

You stared out the window overlooking the streets of Baku until you heard a sigh from across the room.

“I’m so tired. Is it even worth going through this weekend?” Charles admitted as you looked over to him running his hands over his face while he took a seat on the edge of the hotel bed. “I don’t know if I’ll make it through.”

“No one will blame you if you don’t,” you said walking over to stand in front of him. 

“That’s what they all expect isn’t it?” 

“You’re doing more than enough just being here,” you brought your hands to his face and gently rubbed your thumb along his jaw. 

“I miss him, Y/n. How am I supposed to continue without him?” he whispered while he wrapped his arms around your frame and pulled you closer to lean his head against your stomach. 

You could tell that he had finally reached a breaking point from holding out on his own emotions as he helped everyone in the family with theirs. You knew that he was staying strong for Pascale and Arthur while Lorenzo was handling everything for Hervé’s funeral. When he asked you to accompany him for this race, you said yes without any doubts crossing your mind.   

You soon feel his shoulders shake as he lets out soft sobs. “You continue for him. Just like you have done for Jules, they’re going to watch your legacy grow together. One day you’ll be driving in that red car placing poles and winning races. You will make it through this,” you played with the hair at the nape of his neck as you reassured him.

You were aware that he had told Hervé a few weeks ago that he had signed with Ferrari already. In the past few years, it had always been the goal. Everyone understood how crucial it was for him to make that come true.

“You can’t be sure of that.”

“I know, but I believe in you. We all do. It’s only a matter of time.”

“What would I do without you?” he lifted up his head to look at you.

“Well, it’s a good thing I never plan on leaving you,” you leaned down to press a gentle kiss on the crown of his head. 

"I'll never let you go."

20 years old

You were talking with Andrea and Lorenzo near the Alfa Romeo motorhome while you all waited for Charles to finish with media day. “How do you think he’s doing with the news?” you anxiously looked around in the hope of seeing him heading your way. “The media has gone wild when the contact got out that he signed with Ferrari.”

“Probably basking in the attention,” Lorenzo laughed. “You know how long he’s waited for this.”

“That boy never fails to catch the camera either,” Andrea added while you covered your mouth with your hand trying to stifle your laugh when you realized that Charles was finally done for the day. 

Charles came to your side snaking an arm around your waist and teasingly poked you, “What are you three laughing about you?” 

“You,” all of you replied, causing him to gasp in fake annoyance. 

“I know ma chérie would never do such a thing,” he shook his head at the two men. “Enzo, look how bad of an influence you are.” Which was Andrea’s queue to quietly leave before he was targeted by the young driver too. He took Lorenzo along with him as the older brother gaped at the accusation. 

You both started to head to his driver’s room to gather his things before driving back to the hotel. “How was it?” you asked him while you took out his phone from your purse.

“A lot. It feels like it’s never ending and everyone keeps congratulating,” he smiled and reached out for the phone. 

“I’ve only heard of all the good things so far,” you tell him and hand the phone back to him. 

You had begun to look for your jacket, and it was almost as if he had read your mind, “It’s right here, I’ve got it.”

As you two walked out of the paddock, there were still crowds of fans and photographers lingering around the area hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the drivers. People started to whisper and squeal when they saw Charles place his hat on your head allowing you to shield your face from the now flashing cameras. 

“Who is she?”

“Aww, that’s so sweet!”

“They must be dating.” 

“Charles! Over here!”

“Can you sign this for me please!”

You listened to all the hollers from the crowd as you got into the car, “Wow.”

“You okay?” Charles softly asked and glanced at you before starting to drive back to the hotel.

“Were they always like that while you were in F2 and I’ve never noticed?” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“I’m not sure,” he chuckled at your reaction. 

21 years old

“He has one more corner!” you held onto Andrea’s arm anxiously looking at the screen.

“MERCEDES THREW EVERYTHING AT HIM TODAY… CHARLES LECLERC HAS COPED BRILLIANTLY!” you heard from the speakers.

“HE’S GOT IT!” one of the crew members screamed when they saw Charles shoot down to the line.

“HE WINS IN SPA, HE WINS IN MONZA! CHARLES LECLERC IS THE WINNER OF THE 2019 ITALIAN GRAND PRIX!” David Croft announced as Charles crossed the finish line. He had just won in Monza in front of the infamous Tifosi. 

You felt yourself get pushed to the front of the barrier as people started rushing to see the winner. The momentous scene couldn’t have been better. He had just ended the nine-year winless streak in Monza and scored his second consecutive race win. All you could hear in the hectic moment was the Ferrari crew chanting out in Italian for Charles. The crowds of fans roared out in cheers and the stands filled with raised Ferrari and Italian flags. 

You will never forget the moment he jumped down from on top of his car and made his way over to you. His hands found your sides as you held the sides of his helmet. “You did it,” your smile wide and eyes filled with tears as you focused on him. 

“For them,” he told you tenderly.

“For them,” you repeated and placed a kiss right where you thought the corner of his mouth would have been. The crew reached over to congratulate him, and the cameras were pointed directly at him wanting to capture the moment. 

The podium ceremony was scintillating. The crew, media, and Tifosi all packed in to see their winner. Andrea knew to keep you close to the front knowing that Charles would want to see you more than anyone else. It wasn’t only you looking up at him in admiration though it seemed like the world stopped for a moment when he blew a kiss back down to you from the podium.

Your cheeks flushed from the action and beamed as you met his eyes, “I love you,” you mouthed to him hoping he could read your lips from the stand. 

“I love you,” he replied back.  

22 years old

With COVID delaying the F1 season and everyone having to quarantine. You and Charles had decided to move in together into his apartment to keep each other company. It wasn’t hard to fall into a routine for you two. 

“Y/n! Can you bring me water please?” you heard a yell from Charles’ gaming room.

You got up from the couch and set aside your book heading into the kitchen. Decided to bring him a small pack of crackers as well along with the water since he had been on stream for a while. You brought the plate to him which he thanked you for and gave your hand three small squeezes. 

The simple interaction caused the chat to make tons of new comments flow through regarding you. Over the past few years, you found yourself more comfortable with your life in front of the camera because of his career, and it makes you look back to the times of Charles’ first year in F1. You could now give a small wave to the camera before you planned to head back out to the door.

“That’s not fair,” you heard Lando complain from the screen, causing you to halt in your footsteps to listen closely. “You have Y/n to bring you stuff, and you don’t even need to stop the game.”

“Lando’s just jealous he doesn’t have anybody,” George snickered.

“Damn right, I am,” Lando huffed out. “I want a Y/n.”

Charles noticed you silently laughing and he motioned for you to come back over wanting to tease Lando a bit more. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in closer to be in the frame, “Too bad there’s only one of her.”

Lando started muttering about how it was not his fault that he was alone during these times all while you shook your head at their antics. Alex and George continued the jokes creating a newfound argument that moved the topic away from you and Charles. “What do you want for dinner?” you questioned him softly not wanting to disrupt the chaotic banter from the others.

“Will you make carbonara?”

“DID YOU HEAR THAT??” Lando pointed to the screen baffled. “SHE EVEN COOKS DINNER FOR HIM! WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN? Y/N, WILL YOU COOK FOR ME NEXT TIME?”

“Sure, Lando. Once quarantine ends we can plan something out,” you replied with a sweet smile towards the camera.

“YES!” he cheered out at your response.

“Once we get back to racing, will you bring your cookies again?” George asked excitedly.

“Or the muffins!” Alex added on. 

“I’ll go and bring them if you bring Lily, Alex!” you answered them.

24 years old

You told Charles earlier in the week telling him that you couldn’t make it to the Bahrain Grand Prix due to work. Really you just wanted to surprise him, and you had been in contact with Carlos planning it out.

“I think he is getting suspicious of me,” Carlos told you over the phone as you got your bags together waiting for Carlos’ cousin to come and get you from the airport.

“Well, I’ve only sent him short messages for the past few days and maybe ignored a couple of his calls because I can’t keep lying to him…” you explained which caused the man on the other side of the phone to snicker at your dispense. 

“I swear you want him to kill me, Y/n. Once he finds out.”

“Find out what? Who are you talking to all the time, mate?” you listened to Charles continuously question Carlos.

"No one!" Carlos quipped.

"Is that Y/n?" Charles asked him.

"No, it's my sister..."

“Good luck!” you hung up the call quickly and got into the car with Carlos Oñoro.

“Charles found out?” he started heading to the hotel that the Ferrari team was staying at. 

“Hopefully not yet, but Carlos was talking about how he’s on to him already.”

A notification went off on your phone and you saw it was a text message from Carlos.

You opened your messages with Charles and came up with something quick to text him about.

at the circuit 

“Hermosa! You made it!” Carlos exclaimed when he saw you walking towards the group of the drivers that just got out of the media pen. "I swear he was going to choke me earlier."

You laughed at his remark and went over to his side to whisper to him, “He doesn’t know I’m here yet, right?”

He tugged you a bit closer and kept his hand on your upper back. He spoke into your ear in a hushed tone while carefully looking around, “Not a clue, but you remember what I said over text? You say he’s not your boyfriend yet, so let’s mess with him just a little. It’ll prove something to you.”

“Prove what-” 

You were cut off by Lando as he finally took notice of your presence, “Y/n! Tell me you brought them!”

“Yes, Lando,” you smiled, taking a small packaged bag of cookies out of your bag before you could even hand them to him. He had snatched it and already begun opening the bag. “Yours are back at the hotel,” you told Carlos who was trying to take one from Lando.

“GIVE ME ONE!” George yelled at Lando who took his chance and ran off with his cookies. 

“NO!” causing George to chase after the Mclaren driver. 

Another group of drivers came over as they had just finished with their interviews. You saw Charles talking with Sebastian but he didn’t see you yet. “Sweetheart! A pleasant surprise, Charles was just talking about how you couldn’t make it,” Sebastian said with a smile as he walked past you with Fernando. 

“Hello, Sebastian,” you smiled back and felt a breath near your ear. 

“How long do you think it will take him to drag you away?” Carlos said in a low voice.

“He wouldn’t,” you mutter back.

“Oh, yes he would. Good luck with him,” Carlos grinned as Charles had stormed over to you two and grabbed a hold of your wrist.

“Charlie!” you yelped as you tried to keep up with his pace towards the Ferrari’s motorhome and into his driver’s room. 

He shut the door behind him, “So you can text Carlos but not me?”

"What are you talking about?" you acted confused."

"I know you were on call with Carlos earlier. But you couldn't even answer mine this morning?"

“It was supposed to be a surprise, Charles,” you huffed out.

“What a surprise that you and Carlos are together now?” he scoffed at the mere thought.

You began to laugh aloud which caused him to frustrate even further, “E-ex-cuse me?” you said through your laughter.

“This is not funny, Y/n.”

“Charles, it’s funny you think that I would even do anything with Carlos in the first place,” you pointed out to him while setting your bag down on a chair. 

You heard his footsteps come closer to you until you felt him press against your back, “Are you not?”

You turned around to face him and took his face in your hands, “Of course not.”

“Good,” he placed his hands on your waist rubbing up and down your sides.

“And why is that?” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“Y-you kno-o-ow b-b-because you’r-re…” he trailed off a stuttering mess caught off guard by your question.

You stroke his jaw with your thumbs and brought his face closer to yours, “Charles, I’m yours. You know this.”

He leaned down and closed the gap between your lips in a long-awaited kiss. He kissed you gently as if he were testing the waters. You smiled against his lips and moved to wrap your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. You moved forward slightly to lean more into him and he let out a groan against your mouth. He stilled in the kiss, keeping your hips in place from moving further. 

“No more surprises, okay?" he said as you separated.

"Okay, but no more jumping to conclusions either."

"You are going to give me gray hairs early, Chérie," he exasperated.

[cartierre]

RUN DEVIL RUN | tw

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU toto wolff x fem!kpop idol!reader (fc: kim taeyeon)

side note: the title has literally nothing to do with this... but it is one of snsd's most cuntiest songs

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f1wag Y/N Y/L/N on the cover of Vogue Korea! Wolff's girlfriend has a past in the K-Pop industry and will return to the music scene coming Feburary. She's been spotted a lot in South Korea with many of her old collegues and friends. Why do you think she's suddenly back into music after a 5 year break?

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yourusername had the most fun performing for you guys again! thank you so much for welcoming me back with such love 🫶🏻 한국, 사랑해요! (korea, i love you!)

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user11 she was born to be a performer

user12 she has not been on a stage in 5 years and still knows how to perform as if there's no tomorrow. much respect to her!

user13 minho saw you all thirsting for him and came back to y/n's posts lmao ⤷ user14 they actually broke up on a good note. bet they're friends now

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[fantasyescapes17]

Patience (Part 2, Final)

An elaborate charade- that is what your life has been for these past few years, and it has taken the help of more than one person to balance your delicate lies and secrets. Now entering your final season as an eligible young lady seeking wedded bliss, will you be able to keep up the act in order to achieve your dreams?

Genre: Choi Seungcheol x female!reader. Regency!AU (It's sort of Bridgerton-esque in the sense that I give zero attention to historical accuracy and prioritize aesthetics lmao) You are Jeonghan's sister so your last name is Yoon, but the reader has no other specific characteristics, physical or otherwise.

Word Count: 5.2k+

Part 1

Series Masterlist

The assembly rooms were crowded this evening. During the early days of London's season, much of the upper class was eager to gossip and speculate on which eligible young bachelors would finish the season with a ring on their finger.

Viscountess Hong's grip on your arm gave you some comfort. "I believe Seungcheol should be here already," she told you reassuringly. "The Viscount told me that he arrived in London earlier this afternoon… ah! There they are!"

A small group of men were gathered around a card table. You recognised many of them- including Mr. Kwon and Mr. Lee from the Grisham's ball a few days ago. 

But it was difficult to pay attention to other people at the card table when the man you were passionately in love with sat there and looked up at you with wide eyes. 

"Miss Yoon," Seungcheol said as he stood and came over to you without hesitation. There was a heavy pause. Multiple pairs of knowing eyes from the card table turned to watch you with interest. 

You swallowed your nerves and smiled. 

"Mr. Choi."

You shakily offered Seungcheol your hand and he did not hesitate to take it. He lifted it to his soft lips briefly- you longed more than anything to feel his lips against your skin, but your gloves and the watching eyes prevented you from pushing for anything more than this fleeting contact.  

"I am delighted- it has been a long time since I have had the pleasure of seeing you in person," he said breathily. Seungcheol stepped closer and lowered his voice so that only you (and perhaps the Viscountess beside you) could hear him. His dark eyes sparkled mischievously. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

Your heart leapt. 

Seungcheol had always known how to make you speechless. 

“I- erm-” 

He stepped back again quickly. He was as conscious as you of the watching eyes. While those at the card table had been entrusted with the secret of your clandestine affair, it would not do to have any gossip-mongers catching wind of this. You were in love, but you were not young or foolish. There was too much at stake to be careless now. An uncontrolled display of affection would lead to a scandal- and was certainly not worth destroying the hard work of so many years. 

Viscountess Hong tightened her grip on your arm and turned to her husband. 

“Joshua- the dancing has not yet begun. Shall we take a turn about the gardens? I would like for my dear friend Miss Yoon to accompany us. And Mr. Choi, you look rather flushed. Perhaps you had best join us for a breath of fresh air as well.” 

You bit back a smile. Viscountess Hong was not only very clever, but was proving to be an invaluable friend. You wondered how you would repay her. 

Viscount Hong nodded at his wife. “Of course, my dear.” 

You tried to stay calm as the Viscountess led you along with the two gentlemen out to the gardens. It was late evening- hopefully the approaching dusk would make it harder for your group to be spotted. In any case, the presence of the Viscount and Viscountess as chaperones gave your little venture an innocent appearance. 

The Viscountess was speaking to you pleasantly about the upcoming ball that she and Viscount Hong would be hosting the coming week while your group turned about the walking path in the gardens. She led you to a small but thick copse of trees and glanced around furtively before stopping in her tracks and dropping her sweet smile. 

“Well. We finally appear to be alone. If you walk a little farther you will reach a dead end hidden by bushes. Joshua and I will sit on this bench- nobody will be able to reach you unless they cross us and we shall divert them.” 

You stared at her. 

“I… are you sure it is safe?” you asked hesitantly. “If someone were to see us without you...” 

Viscount Hong exchanged an uncharacteristically mischievous glance with his wife. “It is safe. You can trust us. Go,” he reassured his friends. 

Seungcheol thanked him with a quick nod before disappearing further into the trees and you followed your lover eagerly until the Hongs were just out of sight. The trees brought the path to an end and Seungcheol turned to face you with a soft smile. 

“My love…” 

It appeared your thoughts were aligned. Seungcheol reached for your hands and expertly slid your gloves off in one fluid motion before bringing your bare hands up to his warm, familiar lips. He kissed the back of your hand, your knuckles, your palm, the tips of your fingers- over and over again until you finally twisted your hand and used it to cup his cheek.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered. 

Seungcheol’s eyes closed as your hands gently caressed the side of his face, and he leaned into your touch eagerly. 

“I have missed you too. More than you can imagine,” he replied with a chuckle. “I am afraid Jeonghan has grown tired of me asking about you. But I cannot help it- hearing the sound of your name has been my only solace for the past many months. How have you been, my love?”

Your heart fluttered. My love. You loved hearing the passionate endearment from his lips. Seungcheol’s dark eyes opened and met yours with an expression of soft adoration that he reserved only for you. 

“As well as I can be, considering the circumstances,” you told him pleasantly. 

Seungcheol smiled and raised an eyebrow. “And what circumstances would those be?”

“The circumstances which keep me apart from you. My mother has promised that Mina will make her debut in society next season. I am confident that she will immediately become the centre of attention and Mother may finally admit that I have no other prospects- then she may be delighted at the thought of me marrying you, despite…” you trailed off hesitantly, realising that you had begun the sentence in a manner which made it difficult to complete. 

“Despite my being a father and widower,” Seungcheol finished for you plainly. 

You avoided his gaze. “Seungcheol, you must not-” 

“My love, please. I am certainly not ignorant of the reasons we keep our affections secret. Your mother is not the only one who knows that you could do far, far better than me in matrimony. You are young and beautiful. You deserve to marry a man who can devote himself to you. You will not hurt my feelings by saying so. Indeed, you insult me by pretending that is not the case. Do not forget that I have received from Jeonghan a list of the numerous men that have sought your hand over the past three years.” 

You looked up at him softly. “None of them could compare to you.” 

Seungcheol covered your hand on his cheek with his own. “Sometimes I wonder if you deceive yourself.” 

You bit back a playful smile. “I have often wondered the same- that perhaps you have cast some terrible spell on me to make me love you so. But then I remember that Jeonghan would never have encouraged our courtship if he did not think you were the perfect match for me. And I trust my brother’s judgement almost as much as my own.” 

“Perhaps you should not trust him. What is this I hear about your dowry?” 

“Oh- it is another lie. I thought it would ward off the fortune hunters, but I am afraid it has made Jeonghan look like quite the villain. He is not pleased. Hopefully he will be able to redeem himself in society soon,” you explained. “I owe him so much.”

“As do I.”

You took a deep breath and then removed your hand from Seungcheol’s face, choosing instead to clasp both his warm hands in yours. “How is Jiwoo? I have not seen him in many months. He must have grown so much.” 

Seungcheol smiled again, as he always did at the mention of his young son. “He has grown. He remembers you well and asks about you frequently. The only reason he allowed me to depart for London this morning is because I promised to bring back a letter from you.” 

“I will write one immediately,” you promised. 

“I have often wondered whether I should ask him how he would feel if you became a part of our family,” Seungcheol admitted gently. “Perhaps…. it is because I am sure that he would be delighted at the idea that I have not asked. I do not want to disappoint him if things do not turn out as we expect.” 

“Why wouldn’t things turn out as we expect?” 

“Because, my love, we are not formally engaged and if you should finally come to your senses and decide that you want a better life for yourself than marrying a widower with a son… I would not want you to deny yourself for fear of hurting Jiwoo or me.” 

You sighed. “That will not happen. We have had this conversation before, Seungcheol, so many times, and I have always told you-” 

“I know, my love. I know. But the only reason you don’t receive five or six offers a year is because your brother goes to great lengths to prevent them, and-” 

“It is because I go to great lengths to prevent them!” you insisted hotly. “Do you think I take this lightly, Seungcheol? Do you think I have thrown away my most eligible and crucial years in society on a whim? This-this entire charade, this act, all the lies- these are all because I love you and I want nothing more in this world than to be your wife one day. I want nothing more than to be able to stand up in society and call you my husband with pride. Do you not believe me when I say these things?” 

Seungcheol lifted his hand to your face gently. “My love…” 

“Well?” 

“Of course I believe you. And I love you. Forgive me.” 

Your brief burst of anger melted away. “We are closer than ever to having what we’ve dreamed of. Please don’t-” 

You were interrupted by a sudden rustling in the bushes. You and Seungcheol jumped apart only to be relieved when only Viscountess Hong appeared. She looked apologetic. 

“I’m afraid some other people have decided to take a turn about the gardens. We may be joined by company in a few moments. I hate to interrupt, but…” 

“Of course,” Seungcheol replied as he dropped your hand and quickly ran a hand over his face. You composed yourself as well and took the arm that the Viscountess offered you. “We should return to the assembly rooms. I am sure the dancing has begun.” 

You walked back with Viscountess Hong, allowing Seungcheol and Viscount Hong to walk ahead. The Viscountess gave you a teasing smile. 

“Had a pleasant conversation?” she asked lightly. 

You smiled at her gratefully. “I don’t know how I shall ever thank you.” 

 “I thought perhaps you may like to name your first child after me….”

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You indulged in only one dance with Seungcheol that evening. Any more would certainly warrant suspicion, and you took care to dance with Mr. Kwon Soonyoung and Mr. Lee Seokmin immediately afterwards to ensure that it did not appear as though you were paying any special attention to Seungcheol. Then you retreated to the card tables where you could converse with your lover in a low voice, easily drowned out by the noisy laughter of his friends. 

“I wish this evening would never end,” you whispered to Seungcheol as you pretended to concentrate on your cards. You were not even sure what the card game being played was. Presumably, you were losing money.  “How much longer shall you be in London?” 

Seungcheol’s eyes darted towards you, not allowing them to linger on your face for too long. “Only a few days. I shall probably stay until the Hongs’ ball on Monday- then I will need to return home. You know that Jiwoo cannot be apart from me for long.” 

You smiled. “A feeling he and I share.” 

Seungcheol returned your smile. “Yes, but you do not have the privilege of throwing tantrums and taking out your anger on your governesses. I fear his teenage years dreadfully.”

“Let the poor boy enjoy his childhood. Jeonghan has told me stories of your youth. I know that you were no angel when you were his age,” you said with a small giggle. “Yet you have grown into a gentleman. Jiwoo certainly will too.” 

“Unless you come around and spoil him.” 

You bit back a smile behind your cards. “I might.” 

Seungcheol smiled and turned his attention back to the game as his turn came around. You looked around the room. You had not seen your brother all evening. You expected Jeonghan to be here. He was close friends with Seungcheol, after all, and surely had nothing else to do in London this evening. Perhaps he was tired of company. 

You had just set down your cards, deciding that you were losing too much money to justify continuing this game when the Viscountess approached your chair and bent down near you. 

“Miss Yoon. I am extremely sorry to have to interrupt your evening, but I am afraid I am quite exhausted and must leave for home,” she told you gently.  

You looked up at her in surprise. “Oh- of course. Are you unwell?” 

“Not at all. But my feet have been hurting for some time and I unfortunately as your chaperone, I cannot leave you behind here. The carriage is waiting outside” 

“Of course. I understand. We shall leave at once,” you promised her. You turned to look at Seungcheol who had been listening to your conversation and gave him a longing smile. “You will be at the Hongs’ ball on Monday, you promise?” 

Seungcheol smiled. “I have already accepted the invitation. I shall see you there, my love.” 

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“You smile too much in his presence,” your mother scolded you in a hushed voice. “Try not to expose yourself. We may not be in London but there are still enough people around to misunderstand your intentions and spread rumours.” 

You bit back your smile. It was already the third week of your stay at the Choi estate. Little Jiwoo had announced that he wanted to have a picnic by the river and it being a warm spring afternoon, the rest of the household was in agreement. The Yoons and the Chois had set off, with neatly packed picnic baskets and blankets to enjoy the beautiful outdoors. 

“Would it be so very bad, mother?” you wondered innocently. 

Your mother looked horrified. “What? Good heavens, child, what can you be thinking?” 

Seungcheol was playing a lively game of catch with Mina and little Jiwoo on the grass a short distance away. He was incredibly patient with both of them. He made sure to throw the ball gently to Jiwoo, and offered Mina praise whenever she did well. Seungcheol’s bright smile and tousled hair shone in the soft sunlight, making it difficult to keep your eyes off him. 

Choi Seungcheol was the most perfect man you had ever met. 

You tried not to blush. “I only mean… we know Mr. Choi well, He is the same age as Jeonghan, and has been friends with him for many years. He is rich. He has a large estate, he is a gentleman and he has been so kind to us during our stay here…” 

Your mother stared at you. “Are you a fool? He is a widower. He has a son.” 

“Why should that matter? I don’t understand, mother.” 

“You are too young, child. You do not comprehend the dangers of being a second wife. Mr. Choi already has an heir; an heir to whom you are not the mother. Even if you have further children with him, they will not be the ones to inherit his estate. If Mr Choi should die- as men often do- you will be at the mercy of that boy who may cast you out of the house and onto the street. Do you think he will have much love for his stepmother? You are a woman. Your future happiness and security relies on securing a position that nobody can question, a position that is not so precarious.” 

You looked at your mother quietly. “Do you consider your own position so precarious, mother?” 

“It was different for me,” she said dismissively.  

“How was it different?” 

“I was not as young as you. I was not as pretty as you. I was not as rich as you. I took the best position I could find and I am lucky your father was kind to me while he was alive. But you deserve better. You are one of the most desirable young women in society and you have no need to… to settle for someone like Mr. Choi.” 

You looked down at your hands. “I see.” 

“Trust me, my dear. Once we arrive in London next season and all the handsome young men begin vying for your hand, you will understand that you could do much, much better than Mr. Choi. I promise you.” 

You turned away. Seungcheol had just caught a ball that Mina threw at him clumsily and as he turned his head in your direction, your eyes met. He gave you a warm, lopsided smile and brushed his dark hair out of his eyes before gesturing for you to join them. 

“Miss Yoon! You should join our game- your sister Mina says you are a terrible catch and you must prove her wrong,” he called out to you cheerfully. 

You laughed. “I am afraid Mina is quite right!” 

“Then perhaps Jiwoo can teach you how to catch!” 

You glanced at your mother for permission. She looked displeased but made no move to prevent you from joining their lively game. You quickly brushed off your skirts and walked over to little Jiwoo, who looked up at you with a big gummy smile that resembled his father’s. 

“I’m afraid that I do not know how to play. Will you teach me, Jiwoo?” you requested. 

Jiwoo nodded shyly. “Of course, Miss Yoon!” 

You looked up and your eyes met Seungcheol’s once again. He was watching you with a quiet, admiring look in his eyes that made it difficult not to blush. Your mother was right about some things. Perhaps you did smile too much in Mr Choi’s presence, and perhaps you were too enamoured with the handsome widower. Maybe, just maybe, he was a little too taken by you as well. 

But she was wrong about one thing. 

You would not be settling if you married Mr. Choi Seungcheol for love. 

—-------------------------------------------------

The Hongs’ carriage stopped outside your London abode and you bid farewell to your friends before rushing up the front stairs. A manservant opened the door for you. When you entered the lobby, you realised immediately that something was quite wrong. 

One of your mother’s ladies maids looked distressed and cried out when she saw you. 

“Miss Yoon! Oh, you must come quickly, your mother is in such an uproar!” she cried. 

Your heart sank. “What…” 

There was a loud crashing noise from the adjoining dining room and you could hear the muffled sounds of your mother yelling. You ran as fast as your heavy gown would allow and threw the door open just in time to see your mother throw a porcelain plate straight at Jeonghan’s head. He managed to dodge it and the plate hit the wall behind him before shattering to pieces. 

“Madam, please!” Jeonghan yelled desperately. 

You ran to your mother and grabbed her hand before she could reach for another plate. “Mother!” you cried. “Stop it, what are you doing? You’ll hurt him!”

Your mother turned to you, her face red and eyes wild. “What else shall I do? Do you know what that boy has done? He has proposed to Mr. Jeon’s daughter! After blatantly stealing your dowry and ruining your prospects and driving away your suitors, he has the nerve- the audacity- to marry and next he will throw us out of our home! How dare he? After all I’ve done for him since he was a child-” 

You seized your mother’s arms. “Mother, please, there must be some explanation-” 

“Ask him! Ask him- he is responsible for our current state!” she screamed. 

You looked at Jeonghan. Your brother had turned to face the wall and was pressing his fingers to his temple. He looked stressed, and your heart sank in your stomach. This was your fault. Jeonghan was taking this abuse from your mother solely for your sake and it struck you how selfish you had been. 

“Mother, sit down,” you told her gently. “Let us talk about this-” 

She huffed. “I will not sit down! I am going to take our carriage straight to the Jeons’ manor and inform Mr. Jeon the precise nature of the villain that he is about to promise his daughter to! After destroying so many of your prospects I don’t see why he should be allowed to happily marry whomever he pleases!” 

Jeonghan turned and looked at your mother, alarmed. This was the first you had heard of Jeonghan courting anyone, much less proposing to Miss Jeon,  but that was a discussion for a later time. It was clear from your brother’s expression that the idea of your mother going anywhere near the Jeons’ home absolutely horrified him. 

“Mother, you will do no such thing,” you told her firmly. “Jeonghan has not taken my dowry.” 

“What?” 

“I asked him to lie. The dowry money is safe and Jeonghan has promised he will give the full amount to me when I am married- only… only I have already decided who I wish to marry, mother.” 

Your mother looked bewildered. 

“I don’t understand. You have not received any proposals this season.” 

Your lower lip trembled. It was difficult to reveal the secret that you had kept hidden from her for so long- almost as much for her sake as your own because you knew how she felt about Seungcheol. You knew that her disapproval of him stemmed not from any ill will towards him, but from her own insecurities and her love for you. 

But it was not right to allow Jeonghan to bear the brunt of your problems any longer. 

Somebody would be hurt tonight. Perhaps it was best for it to be you. 

“Mother, I have been courting Mr. Choi Seungcheol for the past three years.” 

Your mother stared at you in horror- she looked disbelieving for a moment but then a sudden understanding dawned behind her eyes. Her knees trembled and you kept a grip on her arm as she pulled out one of the dining room chairs and sat down shakily. She looked up at you with disdain. 

“I warned you about Mr. Choi. He is a widower! He has a son!” she cried. 

“I know,” you whispered. 

“You know nothing! You are a fool! Is this the reason you have turned down multiple proposals over the last three years? I wondered why all those eligible men never-but- for heaven’s sake,” her fingers gripped the tablecloth in rage as she stared at you. “To go so far as to destroy your own prospects?” 

“I thought… if my prospects were not quite so attractive….” 

Your mother whirled around to face Jeonghan. “And you! Did it not occur to you to talk your sister out of this damnable courtship instead of encouraging her foolishness and enabling it?” she demanded. 

“Mother, you cannot blame Jeonghan for everything-” 

“Why not? He is the man of this household, he is responsible for safeguarding the virtue of his sisters-” 

Jeonghan sighed and let his shoulders slump forward with exhaustion. “Madam. My sister's virtue is perfectly safe. But believe me when I say that she could hardly find a man more trustworthy or devoted to her than Mr. Choi."

Your mother looked more and more distressed as she realised that this was serious, that you and Jeonghan and Mr. Choi had been keeping up this charade for years now. She slumped against the chair and looked up at you with a defeated expression. 

"You are making a mistake," she whispered. 

You blinked back your tears. "Mother, I love him. And I love you as well. I know you have my best interests at heart, but please. Please allow me to make this decision for myself."

"He has a son-"

"A son whom I will love as my own."

She shook her head. "You are a fool. You are a blubbering fool, you will destroy your younger sister's prospects if you insist on making this unseemly match-"

"Then I will wait. I will wait until Mina comes out in society and is married, and only then will Seungcheol and I marry."

"That could be years."

"I have already waited three years. A few more will not kill me."

Your mother looked at you with an unreadable expression and then clenched her fists before standing up. She seemed to have reached some form of silent resignation. “Well. If you have arranged everything for yourself then I hardly see why my presence is required here. I shall retire for the evening. Do not follow me.” 

Your mother stood and left. You were left alone with Jeonghan in the large dining room. Your knees felt weak- it was incredibly painful to be forced to reveal years of deception to your mother, but at the same time you felt as though an enormous burden had been lifted off your shoulders. You looked up at your brother shakily. 

“Jeonghan…” 

“Well, it is what it is,” he told you gently. “She had to find out someday.” 

“Not like this.” 

“Go to bed, sister. You must be tired. We will speak in the morning.” 

You swallowed and nodded. 

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The sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains woke you the next morning- you had slept fitfully all night and had a headache. One of the maids came into the room and hurried to your bedside. 

“Miss Yoon- you must awaken! Mr. Choi Seungcheol has come to call unannounced this morning, and he is sitting in the breakfast parlour with your mother and brother!” she insisted. 

You sat up. 

“What?” 

“Hurry- you must dress!” 

You felt light-headed and allowed the maid to quickly help you dress and make you presentable. Once you had composed yourself you hurried down to the breakfast parlour, where you found your mother and brother just finishing their breakfast- and Mr. Choi Seungcheol sitting at the table with a cup of tea in front of him. 

You swallowed nervously. “Mr. Choi-Seungcheol- what… what are you doing here?” 

Seungcheol gave you a gentle smile but it was your mother who spoke up. 

“He came to seek my blessing to make you an offer,” she told you tightly, while tearing some of the crust off her toast. “I will not pretend I am happy about this. I have put far too much effort to let you throw yourself away and marry beneath you. But considering how long you lot have kept up this charade and how many men you have already refused, I am no longer confident in my ability to persuade you to marry another man.” 

Your heart leapt. “Mother…” 

“You will not marry now,” she ordered firmly. “You will be quiet and announce your engagement only after Mina is wed. I won’t have your foolish decisions destroying your younger sister’s prospects. She deserves the best she can have.” 

You nodded. “Of-of course.” 

“And Jeonghan, you will immediately correct any misconceptions the ton may have about the dowry your sisters are to receive.”

Jeonghan smiled. “Of course, madam.” 

“Then,” your mother replied as she dropped her toast back onto her plate and rose from the table. “It is settled. I will count on your continued discretion, Mr. Choi. I will not have my daughter’s honour questioned and I trust you will not take unnecessary risks or liberties until I have secured a husband for my younger daughter.” 

Seungcheol stood calmly and bowed his head. “You have my word, madam.” 

Your mother left the room before you could stop her. Jeonghan stood as well, and gave you a gentle smile and a reassuring pat on the arm before leaving the room so that you could be alone with Seungcheol. Your lover came towards you and took your hand. His dark eyes met yours hesitantly.  

“Perhaps that could have gone better- but I imagine it also could have gone much, much worse,” he admitted.  

You bit your lip as you looked up at him. “How did you know?” 

“Jeonghan sent word of what occured last night. I thought it was about time I stopped hiding behind this clandestine affair like a child and brought myself to face your mother. She is not wrong to have her fears, my love. I thought it was my responsibility to try and convince her that her daughter would be safe and loved with me.” 

“I… I….” 

“It’s all right, darling. Come here.” 

Seungcheol took you into his embrace. His strong arms encircled you firmly and you pressed your cheek to the soft fabric of his coat. This sort of intimate touch was rare, and as you wrapped your arms around him you realised that you were one step closer to becoming his wife, to being able to embrace him and feel him close to you like this every single day. 

Seungcheol leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your hair. 

“I am sorry that we must wait longer,” he said to you gently. “I know it has already been so long. But your mother is right, we should not do anything that would jeopardise Mina’s debut in society next year. Your sister deserves the very best.” 

You nodded into his shoulder. “I know.” 

“Can you wait for me a little longer, my love?” 

“You are lucky,” you told him with a smile as you looked up into your handsome lover’s dark, smouldering eyes, “that patience is not a virtue I lack.” 

“I love you, my darling.” 

“And I you.” 

Seungcheol brought his hand to your chin and tilted your head up before pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. It was more than you had ever dared to do before- but in the safety of your home with no fear of being seen, it was a liberty that Seungcheol could not resist taking. You closed your eyes and let out a soft sigh against his lips. 

“Do you mean to steal my virtue before we are even formally engaged, Mr. Choi?” you teased him lightly as he pulled back, his dark eyes still focused on your soft lips. 

Seungcheol smiled. “I suppose I shall try to make do with the heart I have stolen for now.” 

You smiled and embraced him once more. 

It would not be easy, you thought to yourself as you melted into his arms. But you would wait as long as you had to, for a chance at a lifetime with Choi Seungcheol.

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A/N: Thanks to anyone who made it this far reading! I know this wasn't totally complete (in the sense it didn't go all the way up to their getting married) but I'm thinking of maybe showing that in a spin-off story through the eyes of another character? Does anyone want to see what Jeonghan's been hiding behind the scenes here, or maybe experience this world through the eyes of either Mina or Mrs. Hong? (or just a totally different member that didn't show up here?) Feel free to hit me with thoughts.

[heysweetheart-writes]

Welcome to Sentences Sunday!

I am ALIVE! I've had a dreadful cold for like a week and a bit and I'm finally getting better. I'm really sorry about all the tags I missed this past week!

I managed to produce a couple of words for this Holy Sunday of our Lord for you guys! Thank you so much to @kiwiana-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @suseagull04 & @bigassbowlingballhead for the tags!

This is a very random snippet from the neighbours!au that just appeared to me from a conversation I was having with @brokenpartsmightfit about Henry's musical taste. We might not be able to write but damn we can produce an a+ playlist in no time.

Without further ado, this is unchecked, unedited, just something ranom that came to me while I was walking my dog. Enjoy Bea embarassing Henry in front of Alex and and forgive any errors!

“Remember that summer you discovered What’s up? by 4 Non Blondes?” Bea asks much to his embarrassment and Henry just groans and covers his face because he knows there’s no way she’s going to stop. “So the five of us are driving down to our dad’s house in Wales and the song comes up on the radio. Henry looked like he just discovered Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. He asks if anyone knows the song, I tell him and dad has the terrible idea of informing him he actually has the album up in Llwynywormwood. He wouldn’t listen to anything else that summer. It was a nightmare.”  “I can’t believe you even remember that. You never said anything.”  “You were thirteen years old! I wouldn’t have dared! I had to stop Philip sneaking into your room to break the CD while you were in the shower once! Eventually dad got you an mp3 player when he went into the city to do the food shop. I swear it was the first and last time Pip didn’t complain about not getting a present when someone else did.”

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I’m tagging both people I want to see what they’re up to and people I’m hoping will see this snip: @read-and-write- @theprinceandagcd @orchidscript @daisymae-12 @cricketnationrise @pridepages @clottedcreamfudge @anincompletelist @myheartalivewrites @three-drink-amy @zwiazdziarka @callumsmitchells @priincebutt @notspecialbabe @firenati0n @tailsbeth-writes @onward--upward @getmehighonmagic @ninzied @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew @14carrotghoul @eusuntgratie @onthewaytosomewhere (this isn't watermelon sugar but you've tagged me this past few games so consider it a tag back!) @brokenpartsmightfit @cha-melodius @itsmaybitheway @sparklepocalypse as usual, sorry if you posted and I missed it and if you don't want to be tagged, let me know!

[missuga]

8:08 p.m — Katsuki Bakugo

+ college au, second date, no warnings :) | 1k

It’s cold, you thought as shoved your hands further into your pockets, the thin hoodie doing the least to offer you any bit of warmth.

It was too far of a drive back to your apartment to grab anything warmer now, and you just so happened to clean out your car completely in a random fit of mania last week.

That was just your luck, it seemed like the whole day so far was rooting against you.

The soft lights of the restaurant spilling onto the sidewalk coming into view lifted your spirits a bit though, hoping that now you’d be able to relax despite the lingering pinch in the back of your neck at the thought of this being your second date.

You cursed to yourself silently once you saw Bakugo leaning against the restaurant, you’d shown up a bit earlier than you usually would so you’d be able to get your bearings. 

The first date had gone really good. A lot better than you’d ever thought it’d go, you saw a side of Bakugo you never thought you’d see just by being classmates with him.

“Hey.” His tone was breathy, as if you caught him by surprise, eyes lighting up with more than the reflection of the lights when he noticed you. You couldn’t help but notice the way his expression softened as well.

“Hi.” You started, trying your hardest to not look too long at him, despite the fact he looked even better than the last time you saw him. “I’m not late right?”

“No, don’t worry.” He all but interrupted you, shaking his head quickly, “I got out of my last class early because of an exam so I just came straight here.”

You weren’t sure why you felt your heart speed up at that, but it made it a bit harder for you to form solid thoughts. You hadn’t even felt this nervous on your first date, though it had been a pretty casual meet-up for coffee.

“Oh yeah, I remember you telling me about that. How do you think it went?”

“Oh I definitely got the best score,” Bakugo answered and you smiled at the confidence drifting into his tone. With the few classes you had with him in the past you knew how he got with academics, this was nothing new. “I think the professor knew it too, he just shook his head when I turned my exam in first.”

“I forgot you’re a teacher’s pet,” You teased, your chest warming even more when he rolled his eyes at your remark. “You cannot tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not..” He mumbled after a short moment, it was interesting just how fast his stubbornness broke when he was with you, normally he’d fight against it no matter who it was. “Want to go in?”

“Hmm, changing the subject I see.” You laughed, nudging your elbow into his arm and you didn’t realize just how close he’d gotten to you. “But yes, it’s freezing out here.”

“You were cold in class this morning,” Bakugo mused turning to look at you as you both walked towards the entrance. “You didn’t think to grab something warm?”

“I was busy, I haven’t gone home yet!”

“Hmm,” He paused to answer the hostess as you went into the restaurant before turning back to you, shrugging off his jacket as he did. “Here.”

It took you a second to process what he was doing, not expecting anything like this from him of all people.

“I didn’t know you were a cheesy romantic.” You teased again, fighting the urge to laugh at the slight bit of red creeping across his cheeks at that, he was so cute.

“Just take it before I regret offering it to you.”

You could tell he was trying hard to keep up his normal attitude, you could see through it though.

“Thanks, Katsuki.” You said once you pulled the warm jacket on, noticing the soft lingering scent of his cologne on it.

“You’re welcome.” He said, not really looking at you as the two of you sat down at one of the high tops. His usual snarky excuse was missing now. 

“I’m really glad we could go out again so soon,” You honestly weren’t sure how he was feeling after your first date last week, despite him texting you quickly after you parted. 

“I am too, I was pretty nervous today actually.” 

“You were nervous?” You stared at him for a second, trying to see if that’s what he really said. “Tell me you’re joking.” 

“I’m not.”

For the first time this night, his toned seemed serious, and his eyes dropped to the table. 

“I wasn’t sure what you were thinking.” 

“Well,” You started, leaning onto the table smiling once he met your gaze once more after you paused. “You could’ve asked me before. But, I’m thinking that your jacket smells really good.” 

Bakugo stared at you for a long moment, like he wasn’t sure of what to say. 

“You know, forget I said anything.” He said, picking up one of the menus to look at it. “You’re so weird, you know that?”

“You’re the one that asked me out,” You laughed, picking up your menu as well. “Don’t tell me you’re regretting that now.”

“Not at all,” He met your gaze once more, smiling softly as he did. “I’m kicking myself that I didn’t ask earlier.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yes, now figure out what you want.” He nodded towards your menu, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him, it was like he knew you better than you did yourself already. 

“Fine, but you’re telling me what you meant by that after we order.” You huffed and looked at the menu, still distracted at Bakugo’s words floating around your head. “Will you let me pay this time?”

“Absolutely not.” He answered quickly, almost glaring at you. “I asked you out, the least I could do is pay for your meal, even if you don’t enjoy your time.” 

“Oh, I think I’ll enjoy myself.” You smiled again, not fighting against his reasoning anymore. “I’m still not letting you off the hook, I want to know how long you’ve liked me for.” 

“I knew I shouldn’t have brought that up.” He sighed despite amused smile adorning his lips at your words. 

[lveclouds]

↬ paring/characters: model! kwon soonyoung x biology major reader, other members may be mentioned/make appearances 

↬ genre/aus: heavy fluff, minimal angst (like seriously you’ll blink and then it’s gone), slight college/university au, established relationship, song au, non idol au, long distance relationship 

↬ summary: in which, whenever you’re with soonyoung, time seems to stop in its tracks. 

↬ ratings(s): pg15, nc17 (see warnings)

↬ tw: heavy swearing, mentions of alcohol/mild consumption (reader and hoshi get a bit tipsy), mentions of school related stress (very brief), the members are quite literally reader’s support system in this fic <3, mentions/description of a past relationship/ex, mentions of cheating (not between hoshi and reader) 

↬ wc: 3k

↬ note: hello loves! so, like a lot of my fics lately, the idea for it was yet another spur of the moment thing. the title of this fic comes from the song ‘7pm’ by bss (ft. peder elias), which is such a cute and soft song and it honestly makes my heart warm anytime i listen to it <3 its an instant serotonin booster. this song is also perfect for a late night drive or when the sun is starting to set. i highly recommend listening to this song while reading this :) also this fic is incredibiy cheesy/clichè, you’ve been warned <3 

if anyone had told you that college was going to be easy, you would’ve laughed in their face. no, college was anything but easy, with an overwhelming amount of assignments, emails, and deadlines, it was enough for any person to go insane. though, you supposed it wasn’t all too bad, as you had a solid support system in the form of kwon soonyoung, your boyfriend of three years. 

and, when he wasn’t around, your support system came in the form of twelve loud and chaotic guys that you adored dearly. you’d met choi seungcheol, kim mingyu, vernon, joshua, jun, minghao, seungkwan, dokyeom, woozi, wonwoo, chan, and, jeonghan during freshman orientation, and had it hit off fairly quickly with them, bonding over your favorite movies and music. 

they were also fiercely protective of you, especially after some asshole you’d dated your sophomore year had cheated on you with some random girl he’d run into at a bar. they had all been beyond pissed when you’d showed up to their apartment, eyes red-rimmed from crying and tears staining your cheeks. 

“give me that asshole’s address right now, so i can beat the shit out of him.” seungcheol had raged, pacing around their living room, the vein on his neck prominent. mingyu was not much better, mumbling expletives under his breath, jaw clenched so tightly you’d thought it hurt. seungkwan, minghao, and jun offered to slash his tires. “we would love to see the look on his face when he finds out that the tires of that shitty car he drives got slashed.” 

the others had voiced their agreement, threatening to make your ex’s life a living hell due to the way he had treated you. as much as you were happy that your friends really,truly, cared about you, you wouldn’t be able to stomach it if they got hurt or injured for your sake. 

“i appreciate it, guys, i really do, but i would never be able to forgive myself if any of you idiots got arrested or hurt because of me. besides, that asshole can rot in hell for all i care.” after that, they had all given you the best group hug ever, and all thoughts of your pathetic ex vanished. 

soonyoung was an up and coming model, and was usually out of the country for weeks at a time, months, even. he was always traveling for a photoshoot or to attend a fashion show. but, on the rare times that he was home, he would always make sure to spend all of his time with you. “i’m almost never here, and being away from you physically hurts, so, on the off chance that i am home, i have to make every moment count.” he had said during a late night trip to the convenience store. 

of course, you always missed sooyoung whenever he wasn’t around, but college and your friends kept you busy and distracted. for instance, wonwoo would take you to a local bookstore and you would bond over a love of classics and romance novels, spending hours upon hours browsing their selection. seungkwan, chan, and jeonghan would treat you to korean barbeque after a long day of classes, and, if you weren’t too exhausted, a karaoke session was never too far behind. 

your friends were always there to comfort and distract you whenever soonyoung was gone, and for that, you were forever grateful. wallowing and sulking around in your dorm room was something that your boyfriend would highly disapprove of. thus, you tried to always go out and keep yourself occupied, even if it was something as simple as buying groceries. 

this time, though, soonyoung was finally home for more than a few weeks, and you were over the moon. college became even more bearable, knowing that he wasn’t in some foreign country, a million miles away. your classes ran until late in the evening at times, and you would always tell soonyoung not to wait up for you if he was tired, but he always did. 

this evening had been no exception. your lab class had ran late yet again, and by the time you stumbled tiredly out of the science building, you were about ready to collapse. soonyoung had been waiting for you outside, resplendent even in a loose, white button down thrown over a black shirt, loose, light blue jeans, and black sneakers, raven hair adorably mussed. 

“hi love!” he had said in lieu of greeting, amber eyes practically lighting up. immediately, any exhaustation you had melted away, replaced with renewed energy. soonyoung had that effect on you, you supposed. “hi.” you murmured softly, heart warming as he took you into his arms, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you flush against his body. 

you had all but melted into the warmth and solidness of him, breathing in his cedar and musk scent that was almost comforting. you felt him press a soft kiss into your hair, and you let out a sigh of content, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. “long day?” you nodded. “mmm, my lab class ran late again.” 

“i know you’re exhausted, and the last thing you probably want to do is to be out right now, but i was thinking we could go for a walk along the han river? we don’t have to if you you’re not up for it, just say the word and we’ll go to your dorm, no questions asked.” your heart warmed at this, soonyoung always took your feelings into consideration, which was something your past partner had never done. 

you shook your head. “i was exhausted at first, but honestly, the last thing i want to do is go back to my dorm.” soonyoung pulled back, but kept his arms around you, concern furrowing his brow. “are you sure?” he asked gently. “i’m sure. besides, a late night walk with you sounds romantic.” at that, your boyfriend rolled his eyes fondly. “of course it does.”

and so here you were, walking hand in hand with soonyoung, admiring how the moonlight cast silver shadows onto the smooth surface of the han river, letting the cool night breeze wash over you. it was peaceful and serene, even with the faint rumbles of car engines and light chatter filling the air. 

the streelamps cast golden shadows onto the smooth, concrete surface of the bridge you were walking on, adding even more to the tranquil atmosphere. a comfortable silence settled around you, and any feelings of stress or exhaustation you had had earlier completely vanished. they always seemed to, at least, whenever you were with soonyoung. 

“how have you been?” he asked after a while, the pad of his thumb making gentle circles on the back of your hand. “i’m doing okay, jeonghan and the others have been keeping me company when i’m not drowning in my coursework.” you joked, and immediately regretted it upon seeing the frown marring your boyfriend’s features. “i’m fine, love, i promise.” you reassured him, leaning up to press a soft kiss on his cheek, which lessened the tension in his shoulders a bit. “are you eating enough? are you taking care of yourself while i’m gone?” 

your heart ached at how worried he sounded. “i am, i promise, love. mingyu made me three weeks worth of food yesterday and dropped it off, insisting that he would never let a friend of his starve.” at that, soonyoung’s expression softened, the corner of his mouth curved into a small smile. “sounds like him.”

“are you sure you’re okay, though?” you nodded. “positive.” sooyoung exhaled softly, the sound more resigned than anything. “ok, i trust you, but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” “i know.” your boyfriend smiled, a real one this time, eyes crinkling at the corners. “good.” 

as you continued your walk, soonyoung chatted excitedly about the various cities he’d visited while modeling, even pulling out his phone at times to show you pictures of gorgeous landscapes and architecture, amber eyes lighting up like a kid at a candy store, the sight incredibly endearing. 

the late evening air was cool and crisp, a gentle gust of wind whispering through the trees and lifting your hair, brushing at your cheeks. these were the moments with soonyoung that you treasured the most, when it was just you and him, and you could forget about all the stress and worries in your life. 

and, as clichè as it was, time seemed to stand still whenever you were with soonyoung, and you could just focus on being with him, and nothing else mattered. “seungcheol hyung’s been telling me that one of your professors is giving you a hard time.” soonyoung was saying, snapping you out of your trance. 

you silently vowed to strangle your friend later for snitching. “he is, but it’s nothing i can’t handle.” the professor in question taught your biochem class, and was notorious for slamming his students with tight deadlines and hashed terrible grades out as if they were playing cards. your boyfriend chuckled softly, squeezing your hand gently. 

“ok, as long as you’re sure you don’t need me to beat his ass.” you snorted, nudging your boyfriend’s ribs gently with your elbow. “soonyoung, i love you, but you don’t have a violent bone in your body.” said male huffed. “i do.” “ok, ok, whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

he gave you a half-hearted glare, and you couldn’t help the amused laugh that spilled from your lips. “i appreciate you wanting to defend me, love, but we all know you wouldn’t hurt a fly.” “whatever.” he mumbled, bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout, and you giggled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss onto his cheek. “it’s okay, i still love you regardless.” color rose to your boyfriend’s cheeks, staining them pink, and you fought the urge to coo at the sight. 

you and soonyoung made your way down the bridge, occasionally stopping to steal kisses and take photos, laughing at the goofy faces you made in some of them. you felt lighter than you had in weeks, glad to finally be able to let all your worries melt away, and just enjoy your boyfriend’s company. 

after a while, you finally admitted to your boyfriend that you were a bit hungry, as you hadn’t eaten since your lab started, which, as you expected, didn’t go over too well with him. “love, why didn’t you say anything earlier?” he asked, worry evident in his tone as he dragged you over to the nearest convenience store. 

“i-i didn’t want to bother you.” you mumbled, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes. you hated making him worry and fuss over you, as it immediately made you feel guilty. suddenly, soonyoung stopped in his tracks, and before you could say anything else, you were wrapped in a warm and strong embrace, arms wrapping around your shoulders in a bear hug. 

you curled your arms around soonyoung’s back, pressing your hands into his shoulder blades, breathing in his familiar cedar and musk scent. soonyoung drew soothing circles on your back, and you felt him tuck your head underneath his chin. and, after weeks and weeks of bottling up your emotions, you finally let go, sobbing into the crook of soonyoung’s neck, clinging on to him like a lifeline. 

“i’m sorry,” you croaked, voice hoarse from crying, hastily wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. “i didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” your boyfriend scoffed, pulling back to look you in the eyes, but keeping his hands on your shoulders, his grip gentle but firm. “don’t apologize, love. and you didn’t ruin anything. i would rather you be honest with me than keep everything to yourself. you’re never a burden to me, love. ever.” 

god, you really didn’t deserve this wonderful, selfless, and caring man, not for one second. you let out a hoarse laugh, heart warming as your boyfriend wiped away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb, amber eyes soft. “i don’t deserve you.” you whispered, and soonyoung shook his head. “it’s the other way around, love.”

“can we please go get food now? i’m starving.” he laughed, the light in his eyes returning. “of course, love.” minutes later, you sat on a park bench alongside your boyfriend, practically inhaling a bowl of delicious, spicy ramen, vegetable kimbap, and downing a can of your favorite beer. the skyscrapers looked like tiny, glittering beacons of light from where you sat, casting shadows onto the tranquil surface of the river. 

“i’m glad we did this.” you said through a mouthful of kimbap, and soonyoung gave a noncommittal grunt in agreement, downing the rest of his beer, cheeks slightly flushed red. “thank you for letting me take you here, i didn’t want to force you, especially since you looked so drained from your lab today.” 

“you didn’t force me at all. besides, this is a nice distraction from all of the coursework waiting for me.” you murmured, finishing off the rest of your kimbap, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “oh,” soonyoung said, worry marring his features, “did you have something due tonight?” you shook your head, giving your boyfriend what you hoped was a reassuring smile. “no, don’t worry, the assignment’s due tomorrow. so, it can wait.” 

soonyoung’s shoulders relaxed a bit. “ok, good.” you let out a soft sigh of content, downing the rest of your beer and throwing it into the trash can next to you. then, you scooted closer to your boyfriend, who immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you smiled, resting your head on his broad shoulder. 

a comfortable silence settled over you, and you closed your eyes, a wave of peace washing over you. “going to close my eyes, just for a few minutes.” you mumbled, speech slurring a bit, and were vaguely aware of a pair of lips on your forehead before sleep took over. 

when you woke up, you were in a large, cozy bed, wrapped up in the warm, white sheets. the moonlight streamed in through the massive windows, bathing the room in silver. soonyoung was passed out next to you, chest rising up and down peacefully, dark hair adorably mussed, an arm wrapped securely around your waist. 

you smiled, and shifted so you were facing him, reaching out and brushing stray strands of hair from his forehead, causing him to stir a bit, eyes blinking open slowly. “love?” he whispered, voice heavy with sleep, and you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “did i wake you?” 

soonyoung shook his head, and you smiled, snuggling deeper into him, burying your face in the soft cotton of his shirt, letting out a content sigh. “you know, i’ve never actually said this, but, time seems to stop whenever i’m with you.” you mumbled into his shirt, glad for the darkness of the room so he couldn’t see the blush forming on your face. 

soonyoung chuckled, carding a hand through your hair gently. “you’re so cute, so adorable.” he cooed, and you swatted at his chest playfully. “s-shut up.” “forget what i said.” “no can do love, once it’s out in the world, you can’t take it back. “if you tell mingyu or any of my friends about this, i will skin you alive.” “noted.” 

“c-can you sing me to sleep? i know that’s really cheesy, but-” “of course love, anything.” soonyoung said immediately, cutting you off abruptly. “any particular one in mind?” “no, surprise me.” you all but melted in your boyfriend’s arms, relishing in the warmth and familiarity of him, his comforting scent wrapping around you. 

a beat of silence, a deep breath, and then soonyoung began to sing. “meet on han river at 7pm, you and i must meet before the moon comes, our answer is right in front of our eyes. After a long, long, day, the two of us meet. one drink for a day tired of jokes, the night comes too soon. stop the time, be here with me.” his voice was soft yet melodic, and you allowed yourself a content smile before drifting off, letting your boyfriend’s soothing voice lull you to sleep. 

a/n: god im so lonely :’) anyways yeah that was the cheesiest shit i’ve ever written, i hope you guys liked it lmao <3 i just felt like writing something soft and cute you know :(( like yeah where can i get a hoshi pls and thank you <3 but in all seriousness, though, i hope this fic brings you some sort of comfort and makes you smile! this was also my first hoshi fic :) 

tagging: @skyjoong​ , @playmetheclassics​, @hong-jisoo​ , @taeyo95​ , @shuadotcom​ + anyone else who wants to read this <3 ! 

[windsweptinred]

Wait wait wait, if you're still thinking about that Dream and Desire reconciliation au, I've a few ideas.

What if when Dream was first captured and asking for help Desire came to aid him instead of just sending Allianora. As I understand, Allianora was their attempt at an apology(and we all saw how that went down). I think Desire personally helping Dream reclaim his kingdom would patch up their little spat neatly.

After that they're back to being besties. They also help each other out a lot. For example:

Desire steals a very dangerous and rare artifact and the owner of the artifact is breathing down their neck because they suspect Desire was the one who did it

Desire: Dream! It has been so long, hasn't it since we last talked! I've missed you terribly. how have you been keeping? Are you alright? Have I told you just how-

Dream: what did you do?

Desire: what, I can't just call my darling big brother simply because I love and miss him?

Dream:

Desire:

Desire: I... may have stolen the Morningstar's crown(I'm pretty sure they don't have a crown but just go with me) and I need you to tell them that I've been spending these past few weeks in your realm creating wet dreams with you

Dream: let me get this straight, you want me to lie to the most powerful being in this universe, besides the Creator himself, straight to their face, endangering my own kingdom and future diplomatic relationships because you stole the Morningstar's crown?

Desire: ....yes

Dream: *sighs* just give me a moment

Oh! And imagine if it was Desire instead of Death who dragged him to the white horse(honestly, big brother, it wouldn't kill you to have fun every once in a while🙄🙄) Desire being, well, desire knows that their big brother is really getting tired of this Being an Endless bulshit and really wants to, y'know, kill himself. So they try to help him and what a better way to help than hooking him up with someone!

And would you look at that! Someone who seems just as stubborn as Dream, with a burning desire for life, greedy for everything humanity has to offer. And it looks like Dream and this mystery guy are eyeing each other already. (The mystery guy is Hob, obviously)

(No, I am not sorry for turning this post into a dreamling post)

So Desire makes a deal with Death to keep Hob alive as long as he wishes to live. Death agrees because she doesn't want to loose her baby brother either.

The next century Desire gets Morpheus to agree on another visit to the white horse(come onnn, it was fun the first time wasn't it? Besides, I miss my big brother, you barely spend any time with us anymore!).

When Morpheus sees that the obnoxious mortal he met the last century is still very much alive and well he whips around to demand explanation but Desire just hugs him, says: "have a happy date!" And dissappears. ugh, typical.

Desire is very, very disappointed to discover that his brother and the human have not, in fact, fucked their brains out by the end of the date. They are even more annoyed to discover that out of all the tropes in the world they have chosen mutual pining and idiots to lovers(really, Dream. Aren't you supposed to know better, being the prince of stories and such?)

Burgess still imprisons Morpheus but because Desire and Dream are on good terms this time he gets out of the fishbowl a lot more faster. Either he asks for help or Desire tells Hob and he rescues him instead.

And all the blackmail that comes from knowing someone for ten billion years! Desire is more than happy to tell all the times Dream has fucked up in a magnificent fashion. most embarrassing stories to his new partner. Dream resorts to dirty tricks too and in turn offers Unity all of Desire's embarrassing stories.

That's it for now but there will probably be more. Sorry not sorry for the long ask

Oooooo! I absolutely love it! I love the idea of Dream being indulgently tollerant older brother and Desire being a bratty yet loving little sibling. 🥹❤️ Thank you!!! (Also... 'What did you do? 🤣😂) And never apologise for a long ask. Right me a book, I'll merrily sit down with a cuppa and read every word!

I love the idea of Death and Desire tag teaming to find Hob for Dream. My new personal headcannon is Desire has looked at every partner Dream has brought home over the eons and thought, 'Oh honey, no. Absolutely not! They're terrible for you.' Then in a way only a younger sibling can, nefariously got rid of each and every one. Ofcourse Dream doesn't see it that way. But it's totally for his own good. He's truly appalling at picking partners. Finally Desire and Death find Hob and think, that's the man our brothers going to marry. Whether he knows it or not. 😅

[andydrysdalerogers]

Presley ~ A Curtis Everett Au ~ Part Four

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap;

A/N: taglist is open!

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Part Four ~ The Present 

Presley 

I should have made rules for myself.  

Don’t stay in one place too long  Don’t create connections  Don’t fall for your boss.  

Had I done that, maybe I wouldn’t be where I am.   

But on the other hand, I wouldn’t be where I am.  

It's been a few weeks since Curtis and I decided to date each other. A few wonderful weeks of soft touches, hidden kisses, longing looks.  Curtis was everything I ever wanted. The complete opposite from my former life.  A life which I had yet to tell him about. I didn’t want him to hate me or worse, turn me in. He said I could trust him, for him to be my safe place. I want to believe him.  

He’s shared a lot with me, including his life with Anna.  He still misses her but not as much since I came into his life. We would sit in his story, cuddled together near the fire and he would tell me how they met, how they fell in love, how she was a princess of another family.  

He had no idea that history might be repeating itself.  

It’s the Christmas season and the manor was decorated beautifully.  The main living room was formally decorated with a tree and white ornaments and accents.  But the family room’s tree was decorated by the kids.  Everly, Joshua and I spent hours making paper chains and hand print glitter ornaments.  Josh had seen a cranberry and popcorn chain, so I very carefully handed him a needle.  We had everything decorated for when Curtis came home. His smile when he saw the room and how excited the kids were to show him everything, it was everything.  When they went to wash up for dinner that night, he kissed me so softly and whispered, “thank you.” 

Adam had also made gingerbread cookies for the kids to decorate. They loved that. Curtis walked in as I was finishing mine and laughed when he saw I had some frosting streaked on my cheek.  Adam had gone into the pantry, the kids were still working away so Curtis took advantage to kiss the frosting away. The man is going to kill me one of these days.  

Now, it was Christmas eve, and I was in my room getting ready for dinner. Curtis said that Clint and his family and some friends would be joining us, and I was nervous. After our talk, I had started joining the family at dinner, but I wasn’t sure if I was there as the nanny or as something else. We hadn’t exactly told anyone together.  I smoothed out the red skater dress and fixed the ribbon that tied off my curls to the side of my neck. I heard the doorbell, and I knew it was time, regardless my own personal feelings.  

The kids were already downstairs, Clint’s wife Laura offering to watch them so I could get ready.  She has become a godsend.  She had known the kids since they were babies and was able to help with insight after their grandmother left.  Once I made it down the stairs, I went to the family room where the Barton and Everett kids were playing.  Laura came over with two glasses, handing me one.  “You look beautiful Presley.”  

I took the champagne glass and took a sip.  “Thanks Laura.” We chatted while we waited for Curtis and Clint to finish whatever they were working on.   The doorbell rang again and one of the house staff that had been hired for tonight opened the door.  A dark haired man with a beard and petite woman with a small bump came in.  

Curtis walked out of his office just at that moment.  “Andy! I’m happy you made it.” He shook hands with Andy while giving a kiss on the cheek to the woman.  “Let me introduce you.”  He walked the couple into the room.  “Andy, I’d like you to meet Clint’s wife Laura and Presley... my... nanny.”  I knew he could see the flash of hurt in my eyes. He kept talking, if anything to save face.  “Ladies, this is Andrew and Rory Barber of Newton.”  

They shook hands with us both and I excused myself to check on the kids. I looked back to see Andy staring at me with a look I couldn’t describe. I shook it off and kept going to the kids. The boys had some Legos from their toy box out and the girls were playing with some dolls. I used the moment to pull myself together. I shouldn’t have expected anything more than what just happened because Curtis wouldn’t kiss me in front of the staff, or his children so why would tonight be any different? When they called us to dinner, I made sure to sit as far away from Curtis as I could and made sure that the children were attended to.  

I just wanted the evening to end.  

Curtis 

I fucked up.  

I know I did.  

Why?  Why couldn’t I just say that Presley was my girl? I wasn’t ashamed. I had no reason to be.  Except that she was still being paid to care for my children. The same children who are falling in love with their girl who plays with them, helps them with homework and cares for them the way a mother should. At the table, my Kitten sat as far away from me as she could. I earned that slap in the face.  I tried to catch her eye, but she blatantly ignored me.   

I needed to speak to her, if only to say I’m sorry. To say I didn’t want to expose her to another mob boss when her own history is a mystery to me.  As dinner finished up, Presley excused herself to use the restroom.  I waited a moment before I followed her. I surprised her as she opened the door, and I pushed her back in.  

“Mr. Everett, what are you doing?” 

Ouch. I guess I deserved that as well. “Kitten, please don’t call me that.”  

“I’m just your nanny, sir.  That’s what I’m supposed...” I cut her off with a kiss. I needed to feel her against me, safe in my arms, to center myself.  

“I’m sorry Kitten.” I nuzzled against her neck, breathing her in. “I’m sorry.  We hadn’t talked about us, and I panicked and...” I looked into her glossy blue green eyes... “fuck I’m sorry.” I went to kiss her again, but she stepped back.  

“I can’t do this right now.”  Her lips trembled. “I need to go back out there and make sure that the children are ok.  You have guests, you should pay attention to them.”  She moved around me, but I grabbed her wrist.  

“Please, can we talk about this once everyone has gone home?  Please, Kitten, I want to fix this.” I pleaded with her. I don’t like that she’s mad. My kitten is rarely upset but the heartbroken face I see is one I have seen before.  When she told me that she wasn’t good enough for me.  

She searched my eyes, looking for the truth. “I will speak with you later... Curtis.” I let go and she walked out.  At least she called me by my name and not my title. I took another moment before I went back to the party.  

Dessert was brought out, along with coffee and tea.  I asked Clint and Andy back for a cognac in my office.  As I poured, I realized that this was my chance to tell the truth.  “How’s Rory with the pregnancy?” 

“She’s good,” Andy replied with a smile. “Twenty first week and it’s a healthy baby boy.”  

“Hey man, congratulations,” Clint said with a pat on his back.  

“Andy, that’s wonderful news.  You’ll make a great dad to a great little boy, I’m sure.  We can only hope he gets his mother good looks,” I say with a smirk.  

“Ah, fuck you man.  I’m an ace,” Andy said, flipping me off.  

I laughed. “Well, here’s to you, Rory and your baby boy,” I raised my glass in salute. We took a sip before I cleared my throat. “I wanted to speak to you two about something that has come up.”  

“Everything ok, boss?” Clint looked concerned.  Well at least he didn’t already assume he knew what was going on.  Andy had a smug as shit grin on his face and waited to hear what I had to say. Fucker.  

“I wanted your opinion on me dating again?” 

Clint looked stunned.  “Really? I mean, that’s great to get back out there.  I would want to vet any woman just in case...” 

I put my hand up to stop him.  “There isn’t a need for that Clint.  You already have.”  

Clint furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?” 

Fuck, this is hard but here goes nothing.  

“I am pursuing a relationship with Presley.”  

I never knew what they meant when they said the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.  I do now.  I took a sip of my drink and waited.  

Clint threw back his drink.  “Boss,” he started, “she’s just a kid.”  

“She’s twenty three,” I replied calmly. 

“And we know nothing about her,” he argued. “We don’t know anything about her.  What if she was sent in to spy or hurt the kids?” 

“Enough,” I barked.  I turned to Andy. “You read her file?  The one Jensen pulled?” 

“I did,” he said calmly. “Have you? 

“No. I wanted her to tell me herself.  She seemed terrified of being found, which concerns me.  She kept telling me that she wasn’t good enough for me, that if I knew the truth, I would make her leave.”  

“See, boss, that’s a sign.” 

Andy shakes his head. “No, Clint, that’s not why.” He looked at me. “I think it's smart to wait for her to tell you.  And I can guarantee, she’s not a threat to your family.  If anything, it's a blessing for her to be here.” 

I frowned. Was my Kitten in danger? “Ok, then, Clint, have security updated to treat Presley as a member of the family and not just the nanny. We may need to put on a search for one in the future.”  

Clint nodded.  “Are you sure, boss?”  

I shrugged. “She loves my kids, Clint. And I care for her. I’ll protect her.”  

“She’s not Anna, sir.”  

“I know she’s not,” I snapped. “But I can do for her what I couldn’t do for Anna.”  

After everyone left for the night, I walked up to the kids' rooms.  Joshua was already asleep, once again half under the covers, hanging from the bed.  I shook my head a chuckled quietly before putting him back into bed and tucking him in.” Good night, son,” I whispered with a kiss to his forehead.  I walked over to Everly's room and heard whispering. I peeked into the room to see Evie in Presley’s lap.  My baby girl had tear tracks and red eyes and I grew concerned until I heard my Kitten’s sweet voice.  

“It’s ok Evie.  Joshua was just teasing.  You have been the best little girl in the world. Santa will visit but only if you sleep, baby.”  

“But Joshie said...” 

“Don’t listen to his teasing.” She kissed my little girl on the crown of her head. “Your daddy is so proud and happy with you and that’s all that matters.  Josh was just being naughty because that’s what big brothers do.” She hugged her tight.  

“Are you proud of me Presley?” 

“Of course I am. You’re my special favorite little girl. Think you can sleep now?”  My girl nodded and Presley tucked her in.  “I love you Evie.”  

“Love you too Presley. Night, night.”  

“Good night princess.” She walked out and closed the door.  I grabbed her hips and pinned her to the wall, covering her mouth with mine in a deep kiss. She moaned into it, allowing me to taste the sweetness of her mouth. When we came up for air, she tried to push me away.  “Curtis...” 

“Kitten, I’m sorry, please baby, forgive me.” I kissed her gently and she melted against me. “Presley, please.” 

“We can’t do this here,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wake the kids.” She closed her eyes. “Can we just do this tomorrow?” 

“No.” Her beautiful eyes snapped to mine at my refusal. I couldn’t let this last a moment longer. “No, Kitten because I won’t be able to sleep knowing how angry you are with me. No, we’ll talk about this now.”  I lifted her into my arms, her legs going around my waist, arms  as I carried her to my bedroom.  

“Curtis...” 

“Shut up Kitten.  You need to listen to me.” I closed the door and then set her by my bed. “We need to talk about what happened tonight.”  

“What happened tonight was you denying what I am to you! You didn’t even have the courage to talk to me about it before hand so it wouldn’t feel like a slap in the face.  This is why I wanted to go slow.  This is why I haven’t opened up to you.  Because I knew you would be ashamed of me!” 

“I am not ashamed of you,” I growled back.  “You’re right that we should have talked about this but I just haven't had the time.”  I ran a hand over my hair and down my face.  “Presley...” 

“No, let me out of this room,” she demanded.  

“I already told you that we have to talk about this,” I replied through clenched teeth. “Now, if you just wait for an explanation...” 

“Can’t wait to hear what lie you come up with,” she scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest.  My Kitten has claws and for some reason, I like it.  

I grabbed her chin, not with force but just enough pressure that she understood. “Stop interrupting me, Kitten.”  I felt her swallow, saw the terror in her eyes. No, I didn’t want to scare her but here we are. “I’m going to let go but I want you to hear my words, ok?”  She nodded slightly and I let go, placing my hands on her waist. “Sweetheart, I talked to Clint and Andy about our situation.”  

Presley stilled and then I felt a tremor go through her body. “They...umm...they know?  About us?” 

“They do now.” I pulled her a little closer. “I wanted to tell them earlier but there was never a good time.”  

“You’re not ashamed of me?” I could see her eyes become glossy.  

“God Kitten, of course not. I’ve been trying to figure out how to keep you, how to protect you.  I wondered how this would look to the other Kings in this area.” I moved to cup her face. “I want to take you out and let everyone know I found a new princess. But I had to run it by my closest friends and advisers.  Andy just went through this with his wife, fighting for her.  The other kings, well, they are wrapped up in their own lives and I am not as close to them as I am Andy.”  

“He was looking at me,” she said, and I stilled. “It was like he knew who I was right away.” She reached for her necklace, but I stopped her.  

“Tell me, Kitten.  Tell me why you are scared.  Did someone hurt you?” I searched her eyes and could see the fear.  “Presley, I’ll protect you.  I don’t care about your past.  I care about who you are now.  My princess, my queen.” I kissed her hands. “I can’t lose you, Kitten.” I looked at her eyes and it broke me.  She still didn’t trust me. I was losing her before I had her. I dropped to my knees. “I’m yours Kitten, all yours.” I pressed my forehead into her middle. I hadn’t felt so weak or vulnerable since Anna died.  

She owns me.  

She runs a hand through my hair and I hum at the sensation.  “Please Kitten,” I plead. 

She cups my chin and tilts my head up. “I’m yours,” she whispers and my whole body sags. I stand and cup her face. Her beautiful, captivating face and I lower mine to kiss her lips.  

She's a drug and I’m addicted.  

I deepen the kiss and wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her up, wrapper her legs around me.  I walked over to my bed and climbed in with her under me. She feels so good under me.  

My Kitten.  

Presley 

His weight is on me and my god, does it feel good. I’m not innocent by any means but it's been years since I had been with a man.  He lets go of my lips to kiss my neck and shoulder, his right hand under my leg to keep me close to him.  I can feel his erection and I shiver. His other hand is in my hair, and he tilts my head to give him better access. “Curtis,” I moan.  

“Fuck, do I love my name on your lips, Kitten.” I can feel his hand slide up my dress.  His hands are warm, rough but he touches me like I’m glass. I tremble and sigh and he stopped. He lifts his head to look me in the eye.  “If you want me to stop, just tell me Kitten.  I’m yours Kitten, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”  

I’m falling for this man.  

I tilted my hips up to rut against him and he groaned. He kisses me hard and I moan in his mouth. He takes advantage to taste my mouth and God, does he taste good. I put my hands over his hair.  It short but feels so good. I can feel him grasp the zipper on the side of my dress and pull it down. My blood heats, my heart thumps. He’s going to see me, and I’m scared.  

“You’re trembling, kitten. Do you want me to stop?” The look in his eyes is of concern, of protection.  

“I’m nervous,” I admit. “My body...” I swallow, trying not to cry. I don’t want him to see the scars. 

“Ok, Kitten, I’ll stop and just hold you, okay?” He has sincerity in his voice, compassion in his eyes. He does care for me. 

“No,” I tell him, shaking my head. “Please Curtis, don’t stop,” I whimper. I reached up to pull him down to me and kiss him this time.  He’s surprised but quickly melts into it.  Into me. I reach for his buttons, and he tilts up, pulling away so I can unbutton his shirt. I get three undone before he grabs the back and pulls it off his body.  I swallow when I see his tattoos.  They always peek but I’ve never seen them fully. His ink is beautiful, and I trace it with my finger. He sits up and pulls off his belt and unbuttons his slacks. I still on his bed, watching this wonderful man. 

He stops and gently pulls the top of my dress down my arms, showcasing the matching red lace bra I have on. A positively feral look passes his eyes as he sees me for the first time.  He bends down to kiss the tops of my breast and I arc at the sensation.  The scruff on his face gives a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips. He stops to look at me. “Kitten, you are beautiful.” He kissed down the center of my chest and pulled the rest of my dress off. And fucking growls once he sees the matching panties.  

Curtis 

I’m a dead man.  

I need to be, to explain why I am in heaven right now. She is a goddess in red lace. Her dark hair is spread over my pillows, her blue green eyes ablaze with desire. “Oh Kitten,” I whisper before running my nose of her skin. I wrap my arms around her and roll us, so she is on top of me. Her hair tousles down like a curtain around us, and I smooth it back behind her ears.  I run my hands from her waist up to her neck and I feel what I think are ridges on her skin.  “Presley...” 

“Please,” she pleads, “I promise I’ll explain just, don’t stop.”  Her eyes are shiny but desire is still there.  

I would do anything for her.  I would give her anything she wanted. She has that power over me. She is my north star, my compass, the center of my world.  

I would burn the world down if she asked.  

“Yes, Kitten, I don’t want to stop either.” I reached up to kiss her and I moved to unclasped her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts. “Oh fuck, kitten.” I ran my thumbs over her nipples, raising them to stiff beaks. I looked up to check in with her, but she whimpered at my gaze, obviously needing more. I chuckled and sat up to suck on one gently. She cried out at the sensation, and it made me go to full hardness.  Her warmth was over my cock, and I could feel her.  

“Curtis,” she mewled as I rutted up to her, “baby, please, I need you.”  And now I’m feral.  Hearing her call me by that pet name just set me off.  I flip her onto her back, and I lower my head to the apex of her thighs.  Her panties have a wet spot on them from her arousal and I need to taste it.  I run my tongue over her covered pussy, and she shudders.  

“Is this ok, Kitten? Can I taste you?” She nods and I smile.  I pulled down the lace panties down her legs and held them up to my nose, inhaling her scent.  She still smells like strawberries and vanilla, and it triggers my own arousal. I want to drool at the sight of her bare pussy, but it has to wait because I need to make my Kitten feel good. I kiss her inner thighs, biting them gently to tighten the coil I know she was feeling in her core. I place a kiss right over her core and she bucks her hips wildly. I grip her hips to hold her still and I lick around before finding her little clit and sucking on it gently. “Fuck, Presley you taste so good, baby.”   

“Oh Curtis, feels good,” she pants.  I smile before I continue to lick all around her beautiful pussy. I bring one of my hands close and use a single finger to tease her.  She tries to move but my other hand continues to pin her down. I slowly sink my finger in, and Presley lets out the most gorgeous moan I have ever heard. I suckle her clit and feel her clench around my finger as I pump it slowly in and out.  I know I have to stretch her because I don’t want to hurt her. Her sweet essence is pouring out of her and I use it to add another finger. I hooked my arm over her hips to ground her. “Curtis, Curtis,” she chants.  

“I’ve got you baby, its ok.”  

“I’m going to cum, Curtis. Oh god.” She fists the sheets as I continue to fuck her with my hand.  

“Let go, come for me Presley, I encourage her, and she squeezes my fingers so hard I’m sure they’ll pop off, but I know it will feel fan-fucking-tastic around my cock. She cries out my name over and over as she cums and my god, it is the most beautiful sight I have ever scene.  I slow my motions as I bring her down from her high, kissing her thighs, then her belly.  I continued back up until I saw her face. “Hi Kitten.”  

She gives me a tired smile.  “Hi,” she replies shyly.  

“Do you want to keep going? We don’t have to,” I say, and she shakes her head.  “You gotta talk to me, Pres. I have to know what you want.”   

“Fuck me, Curtis.”  

Presley 

“Fuck Me Curtis.” I need this man.  I need him like I need air. “Please, Curtis, don’t make me beg.” I would beg if I had to.  Because he just took me to heaven and back and it was only with his fucking fingers and mouth.  I need more.   

He’s a drug, and I’m addicted. 

He sits up and finishes pulling off his slacks and boxers, letting, what has to be, the most beautiful cock I have ever scene.  I swallow because, I’m not really sure he’s going to fit. He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a brand new box of condoms. I giggle, I can’t help it.  “What’s so funny Kitten?” 

“Expecting to score Mr. Everett?” He growls and I know it's because of his name.  He opens the box and pulls a foil packet out.  Within seconds, he rolled it on and now caged me under him.  

“Think you’re being cute, baby?”  I nod and he smirks. “Tsk, tsk, Kitten, now's not the time to play cute.”  He fists his cock and leans down. “I’ll take it slow, baby but it will be hard. I want you to feel me for days.”  

Oh.  

My. 

God.  

He settles in between my legs, and I can feel his cock nudging at my entrance.  He’s rock hard and larger than I’ve ever had. My mouth goes dry. He’s going to destroy me. “Curtis...” 

“Any time you want me to stop Kitten, just say the word and I will.”  He kisses my forehead. “You trust me?” 

“I... I trust you.”  And I do. I know he cares for me. Curtis smiles softly and lifts my left leg up and over his hip. He runs the tip of his cock through my folds and I moan at the sensation. Curtis gently pushes into me, and fuck, is he big.  The stretch is unbelievable. It fills me so well. I suck in a breath, and he stops.  

“Baby, talk to me, are you ok?” Curtis’s eyes are filled with worry.  

“You’re big,” I gasp. “So. Good.”  

The bastard chuckles. Before I can speak, he withdraws and thrusts back into me.  He’s thick and it's wonderful. It was like he promised.  He is slow but powerful.  Every stroke into me is hard and deep.  I can feel him deep in my belly.  I moan with every thrust and my eyes roll to the back of my head when a particular thrust hits the perfect spot.  I dig my nails into Curtis’s arm as the waves of pleasure move through my body.  “Oh, fuck baby, this pussy is squeezing me so hard.  Are you wanting to cum, kitten?” I nod, because I can’t trust myself to open my mouth without screaming at top volume. “Be a good girl, Kitten and use your words.”  

“Y-yes, please.”  

“Good girl.  Cum,” he orders, and my body explodes into euphoria. I feel my blood sizzle with lighting as my orgasm rushes through. “Presley,” Curtis moans. “So tight baby, ah fuck!”  I feel him pulse into the condom, his movement erratic and slowing. He finally stops and all you can hear is our heavy breathing.  He kisses my lips and then my forehead.  “You are a goddess, Pres.” He eases out of me, and I feel so empty.  He goes to his bathroom to get rid of the condom. I can feel myself falling asleep.  All the emotions of the evening, all of the exertion of the night, is catching up to me.  

Curtis climbs back into bed and pulls me into his arms.  “Sleep Kitten.”  

And I’m out.  

Curtis 

I feel a small hand touch my nose. I twitch and blink slowly to first see that Presley is in my arms, facing me.  The second thing I see is my daughter standing next to the bed. “Everly?” 

“Morning Daddy.  Why is Presley in your bed?  Was she not feeling well?  I like to cuddle with you when I don’t feel good,” she says with an air of facts.  

Shit.  

Fuck.  

Shit.  

My little blonde angel has caught Presley in my bed.  I calm myself before I answer her.  “Yes,” I lied. “She wasn’t feeling well.”  

“Oh. Okay.” Everly smiled. “You’re a good daddy to take care of Presley.  She’s my best friend.”  

Well shit. I can feel Presley starting to wake.  “Evie, why don’t you head down to the family room and see if Santa came? But don’t open anything until we get there, ok?” 

She nods very big. “Ok daddy.” She turns from the room, and I look down to see Presley’s eyes open wide and looking up at me. I press my lips to her forehead.  

“Don’t panic, Kitten.  We’re ok.” 

“Oh, why didn’t I go back to my room?”  She closes her eyes and leans her head into my chest.  

“Kitten, are you ok?” Her statement hurt a little, but I know it's because we were just caught by my daughter. I needed to stay calm for Presley’s sake.  

“No,” she lifted her head, “I’m not because I don’t know if I can look in your daughter’s eyes anymore.  This is not how I wanted to tell her that I was dating her father.”  

Relief flooded my system. She wasn’t ashamed of me, she was nervous about talking to my children.  “Kitten, we’ll be honest with them ok.  Their father likes their nanny and is going out with her.”  I watch her chew her lip and reach for her necklace.  I cover her hand and stop her from fidgeting.  “Talk to me, Presley. I promise, we will get through anything.”  

She closed her eyes and when they opened, her beautiful blue green eyes were swimming in unshed tears. “Please don’t hate me,” she whispered as the first tear fell.  

“Sweetheart...” she stops me with a kiss.  

“I’ve never felt more protected and cared for in my entire life until I came here.” Presley swipes at her face to get rid of the stream of tears.  “My name is not Presley Adams.”  

That was not what I was expecting to hear. "What?" 

“Presley Adams is the name I give to hide from my family.  My real name is Amelia Giovanni.  My father is Mario Giovanni, head of the crime family in New Jersey. I’m his only child.”  She blinked as more tears fell.  

My memory snapped that that day a month ago when I had a meeting with Mario Giovanni.  He was on a terror because his kid had disappeared.  His daughter, his princess.  

The lost princess of the Giovanni family is in my arms.  

“Presley, why did you run away?” I needed answers. I need to protect her. History can’t repeat itself.  But as much as hearing that Presley is not her real name, her next sentence would put my world in a spin.  

“Because he tried to marry me off to a sadistic man and when my mother tried to object, he killed her.” 

Oh, fuck.  

NEXT

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The Adventures of An UA RA

Part One - Move In Week

Summary: You are a third year UA hero student who is also the RA for class 1 A's dorm. It's move in for the new students and you are there to greet the fresh faces to the new year! If only you knew the year you were in for...

Warnings: SFW, jokes, crack-headed energy etc. One joke alluding to an adult type object.

Info: College AU, UA is a university and all students are college ages (18+). Dorms have been in place for all ages from the beginning of the year in this AU.

Clutching the clipboard against your sweater, it brushes the embroidery of UAU, showing pride for the school you had attended for three years as of today. Now in your second year as a Residential Advisor the itch to meet your new students crawled up your back, a scratch you couldn't reach or get rid of no matter how hard you tried.

The students would be arriving any moment, their first week to work on moving in their belongings to their new room before classes would officially start next Monday. Hoping they were anything like your previous year students who had been almost angelic, this year could only serve to be even better! Right?

Checking the watch on your wrist it was a few minutes past when their homeroom teacher Mr. Aizawa stated they would be gathering at the building so you could direct them to their assigned rooms.

"Hello!"

Your gaze raised a bit startled to find a very bright blonde rushing towards you, rolling bag scuffing along the ground as he rushed over.

"Are you a student here?"

His eyes drug over your appearance as you cleared your throat and nodded.

"I am a Third year here. I'll be your Resident Advisor for this building. You'll hear more when we get everyone here though. Can I grab your name so I can mark you present?"

His face lit up like a light bulb, nodding furiously. "Denki! I'm Denki Kaminari."

Your pen scratched against the paper, marking the little box next to his name indicating he was present as a few others began trickling over. Taking their names as they arrived one by one, you found only a few had yet to arrive.

An Izuku Midorya, Mina Ashido and Occhaco Uraraka.

The students chatted amongst themselves, they were definitely a colorful bunch so far, especially a certain blonde haired student who had called you an extra and almost refused to give his name when asked for role call. After noting you were the RA for the building he finally gave in with heavy reluctance.

After a few more minutes a pink haired girl with matching skin tone came hustling up while carrying at least two bags over her shoulders while dragging along a large one with yet another bag sitting on top let you know she was indeed Mina Ashido. She was followed by a brunette girl with a bob and pink cheeks.

The only person missing was this Izuku Midoriya person. You raised a hand and decided it was time to go inside the dorm, knowing full well not everyone always shows up on the first day or they may have decided to rescind their attendance.

"Hello Everyone! Can I grab your attention?"

Your voice rang out over the courtyard, soon to be drowned out by the chatting of students introductions and laughter. Clearing your throat you tried again to no avail, even your claps to grab their attention like kindergarten, only had a few shoot you side eyed glances in confusion.

Having enough, with a deep sigh the air around began rushing slightly as it lifted you into the air, body feeling light as you hung a few feet off the ground.

"Over here! Yes... me here in the air, hello!"

Finally catching the crowd's attention and shock that you now floated in the air a few feet above them all turned with silence to give what you had been seeking.

Returning your feet to the ground gently, you gave them the most welcoming smile one could muster.

"Welcome everyone to a new year at UA! I am Y/N L/N and I will be your Residential Advisor here this year. If we can all gather our things we will go ahead and shuffle into the lobby so you can all get situated before I hand out room assignments."

Turning you shoved a key into the lock and pushed the doors wide open for the students to finally enter the building that would be their homes for the next few months of the school year. As the final student entered the silver doors a green haired boy came running up, breath coming quick from having ran his way up the walk. His bag clutched tightly to his chest he found you watching him with intrest.

"Are you my Izuku Midoriya?"

His freckled cheeks turned a bright red while a small squeak left his lips. "Yes... I'm Izuku Midoriya."

Shining him a smile you waved a hand to indicate for him to follow the others inside. His eyes averted from yours, ears pink as he shuffled inside quietly with his bag still tightly held in his arms.

Now in the lobby you watched as the students peeked around in interest of the common areas, couches and kitchenettes in the area.

Waiving them all over you asked they take a seat at the couches for your little orientation before providing them their room numbers so they can start moving their stuff inside.

Reintroducing yourself due to the late arrival, you indicated that you would be their go-to for the rest of the school year. Your office would be located on the fourth floor should they need your assistance, otherwise on their room assignment form would be a phone number they can call at any time to reach you.

You handed a stack of papers to a student with navy colored hair and spectacles that shined in the light. He handed out a paper to each person as you indicated rules that would need to be followed in order to remain in the dorms.

One of the male students in the rear you thought was called Sero raised his hand.

"Yes sir?"

He pointed to a line in the middle of the page with a long finger, "This says no quirk use... so we can't use our quirks in the dorms at all?"

You shook your head while raising your hand to the same posted rules on the wall. "No, this means that your quirks cannot be used in the harm of others or campus property. If you have a quirk that creates fire and you set something ablaze there will be consequences."

A student with dual colored hair nodded with a quiet, "Good to know."

You quirked a brow, probably best to get a list of quirks from this group.

The same student as before raised his hand again, "Yes sir? Again."

"So my quirk creates tape from my elbows? If I wanted to say, fix something with my tape can I do that?"

You shrugged with a slight nod, "Sure, I guess. Though I am here to call maintenance so if anything is broken you would want to report that to me so we can get it fixed properly. However knowing you have that quirk if I find someone taped to a wall or ceiling I'll be coming to your door."

He shrunk into his seat a bit with a look of disappointment. Glad that was nipped before it happened.

You finished out the rules, indicating girls were on one side, guys on the other. Any inappropriate conduct would not be tolerated, such as sneaking into the other gender's restrooms, stealing, destroying property etc.

A hand shot up and your eyes landed on the owner. The hand was tiny, almost like that of a small child, the boy attached was no larger. At first you had a conflict thought of was this kid even college age?

"Yes... uh, Mineta?"

He placed his hand down with a smile, "So there's not co-ed showers here?"

Your brows lowered a bit from your hairline and a head shake from you. "No this facility is not co-ed. If you are found in violation of these rules in particular, I take very seriously by the way, you will be removed from campus permenately."

He lowered his hand and eyes shot around to disapproving looks from any female who sat near him, including your own stern glare indicating you were serious about the words you spoke. The safety of your students was one of the most important things to you.

After all questions were quelled, No alcohol is not allowed, no you cannot blast your childhood rival just for breathing.. No not existing either. Now that you were done with your presentation it was time to lead the students to their rooms.

The group followed behind you as you led them up the stairs to the first floor, giving keys one by one to those whose rooms you passed and leaving them to unpack their bags. Making your way through each floor and giving another stern reminder to the small purple boy if you catch anyone violating rules there will be issues and he hurried inside his room with such haste.

The final floor which included your office you handed off the keys to each student and decided it was time to enter your own room. On the door your name was listed with "RA" afterwards, and a small blurb to please knock on your office door beside it during business hours.

Inside your room was already decorated with your own tastes, having been on campus for at least a full week prior to the students arriving to prepare. Lounging in your chair you closed your eyes. The first week was always the hardest, getting everyone settled in and used to living apart from their parents usually for the first time.

A knock at your door broke you from your comfort and you hopped from the soft surface. Opening the door you found yourself in front of a smiling redhead with hair sticking out of a bandana he had wrapped over his forehead.

"Hi! I'm Kirishima... I was just curious about our room rules about decorating?"

You smiled and waved at the door beside your room. "Sure, let's go into my office. I gave you a list of rules, did it not answer your question?"

He followed you like a lost puppy and shook his head, "Nah, I just wanted to hang a few exercise equipment from the ceiling. Wasn't sure of the rules regarding that." You swung the door to your little office open, the inside simply decorated with yet again your taste lining the walls and surfaces. A desk sat with a few comfortable looking chairs and you led him to one of them.

He took a seat as you rounded the desk and placed yourself into your rolling chair. "What kind of exercise equipment are you hanging? As long as it doesn't damage the structure of the room it should be fine."

He leaned back in the chair, one muscled arm sticking out of a cut off shirt wrapped around the rear of the other chair beside him. "Ah just a punching bag, maybe a chair later."

Cocking a brow at the chair his sharp toothed smile lit up his face and you leaned forward. "Kirishima, just a sitting chair right?"

His eyebrows furrowed and his smile slipped a bit in clear confusion, "Wait, what kind of other chair is there?"

Biting your lip to hide your smile at his innocence you shrugged, "Forget about it. Just a reminder UA does have multiple work out facilities on campus including a simple one in the basement of the dorm for your use."

His bright smile split his face once again, "Yeah, I saw that. I'm super excited to put them to use before classes start. So I'm cool to hang that punching bag?"

Nodding you watched as he stood and offered his fist out, bumping your own he offered a salute before turning to exit the office. "See you later RA, stay manly!"

Blinking in complete confusion on what he meant by that you shrugged and shook your head before pressing the button to your computer's monitor to fire it up. You were typing up a report to the class' teacher about how move in was going when yet another knock came at your door.

Lifting your eyes you found the bubblegum girl standing in your doorway. She had a smile on her lips that went all the way into her dark eyes.

"Hey! Got a sec?"

You nodded and indicated to one of the chairs, which she dropped into immediately.

"So I wanted to come over because we're going to be neighbors and I wanted to get to know you! Are you a student here? Or did you graduate?"

Giving her a polite smile you watched as she leaned forward and propped her chin against her fists as she watched you with interest.

"Yes, I am a third year student. I'll be graduating at the end of the school year and becoming a full fledged hero."

She gasped loudly, "You're a hero student?" Nodding to confirm her question she scooted her chair forward with a screech against the floor that had your eye twitching.

"Who do you work under?"

Chuckling you turned from your computer and leaned forward. "Ashido, right?"

She huffed and waived her hand, "No, No, Mina."

Eyes flipping from her for a second before trying again, "Sorry, Mina. Yes I will be your neighbor and senior here. I don't currently have a placement because I am your RA, I have to be on site for emergencies. I will have one later and one of you will most likely be placed as my back up for when I'm at the agency. I did work with Hawks last year though..."

She inhaled deeply and you already regretted this conversation as she prepared another squeal. "Oh Hawks? He's so hot, what was he like?"

Letting your head fall to stare at the floor you let out another laugh of incredulous origin.

"Don't you have a room to unpack?"

Her lip jutted in a pout and she sighed. "Yes I do, I just wanted to get to know you since we'll be next door!"

You shot her a smile and she mirrored immediately. "We have all year for that, so for now go ahead and get your stuff unpacked. Tonight we'll have a little mixer to get to know each other before classes start."

Shooting out of her chair she rushed out with a promise she'd see you there. Letting you head rest against the back of your chair with a loud sigh. So far this group was proving to be more hands on than last year. It had been some hours after you let the kids unpack that anyone had bothered you within the first day or two.

You computer chimed with the arrival of an email from the dorm's teacher Aizawa who resided in the teacher dorm on the first floor. It was a list of the students and their quirks so you knew how to prepare for each student's needs and prevention of dorm damage.

Reading along your eyes began widening in surprise with each name and quirk you took in. Fire and ice, tape, Acid, freaking explosions?

Pulling up a new email you drafted to building maintenance ordering extra fire extinguishers for your floors based on the explosive personality from the person whose quirk was literally that. Several other preventative items were placed in the body of the mail before hitting that send button.

This was going to be quite the year... you could already tell.

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Love in Paris - J.Jk.

Summary: Your boyfriend comes back home after World War 2. The war did its damage and imprinted some on Jungkook as well. He realizes life is too short to be wasting any of it, so he is quick to accomplish his goals.

Warnings: blood, major character death, mentions of war pregnancy, vomiting, dark thoughts...

ww2 survivor!jungkook x french!reader

1940s Paris AU

4.8K words

A/n: I recommend listening to "Indila - Love story" while reading this story!!!

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Jungkook knocks softly on the door of your cozy little café. He placed his tiny suitcase on the stairs to free his hands and fold up the long sleeves of his white button-up and fix his collar. He even took a final look at himself in the window of the door to check his reflection. He ran his uninjured hand through his thick black hair which had grown down to his eyes.

His heartbeat took up a faster pace as he heard your footsteps approach. The door opened and there you were. A grown-up woman in all black, hair up in an elegant bun, decorated with a pitch-black accessory.

You stood on the doorstep, your eyes glued on each other. He was a grown man now. No longer the 19-year-old boy you moved in with, unmarried and without your parents' permission. He was a grown, 25-year-old man now. You changed a lot too. You were a woman now. No longer the 18-year-old girl he laid eyes on at your newly opened coffee shop. The delicate curves of your body more prominent than the last time he saw you. That was exactly 6 years ago. Six long years...

- Jungkook... - your voice was barely a whisper. You were shocked. - I...

- My Dear... - his voice broke too.

He quickly pulled you in for a deep kiss and a half-handed hug. You two stood there in silence. Well... almost in silence. Both of your muffled sobs broke the quiet air.

- You... I-I haven't re-received any le-letters from you these past months... I-I thought... I thought... - you couldn't finish. You broke out in loud sobs.

- Shhh, My Love! It's alright. I'm here now, I'm alive.

-Wha-what happened t-to your ha-hand? - you asked pulling out of the hug.

- Nothing serious, Y/n. It's just a little broken, but it will heal.

- Do-Does it hurt a lot?

- No, Dear, don't you worry, alright?

~

For the next weeks, you didn't even let Jungkook step out of your apartment above your café. You brought breakfast, lunch, and dinner directly to him.

- Y/n dear... I think this is a bit too much now. - he stated one day, about 5 weeks after he came back, which also meant 5 weeks of staying inside your few-roomed apartment. - I should go back to work now. My arm is completely healed too.

- No, no! Love, the last time you went to work, you... - you gulped at the memory. - you didn't come back for 6 years. They took you!

- All that is over now, alright? No one can take me anymore.

- But you don't have to work. I earn enough from owning the café. That is enough money for the both of us.

- Then at least let me help in the shop.

- Maybe... - you smiled.

- There is that precious smile of yours! I missed it so, so, so much, you can't even imagine.

He folded you in his embrace, his strong arms around you thin waste. You had to tip-toe to reach his lips with yours. Ever since he came home, the kisses you two shared were much more meaningful than before. Like they are your last.

This kiss was different from that though... He was... nervous?

- Love, I... - he breathed against your lips. - I think I...

- Yes?

He didn't answer. All he did was loosen the tightly tied bow at the back of your beige dress. His hands moved up to the back of your neck, as he unbuttoned the button of the collar of the dress.

- Jungkook, we... - you stopped him by gently grabbing his wrist.

- I know we aren't married yet, but... - he looked into your eyes. - If you are not ready, then I won't, just tell me so, and...

- No it's not that. Just... it is tradition, and...

- I know, I am sorry, Love. I just thought... - you kissed him. - after witnessing all those things during the war... a-and those 6 years I spent away from you... I realized... m-maybe...

You hesitantly began unbuttoning his shirt from the collar down. You felt it too. The need to connect your bodies. To feel someone for the first time in your lives. You gave it a little thought. Your parents died 3 years ago in a bomb attack in your hometown, and Jungkooks parents... well the last time he heard anything from them was before he moved from Korea to Paris. It was just the two of you.

- A-are you s-sure? - he asked.

-  Yes. I am.

~

It was 6 weeks later that the smell of coffee started bothering you. The second the first customer of the day ordered a plain black coffee and you started grinding the coffee beans, a wave of unfamiliar nausea hit you and you had to abandon everything you were working on. Of course, Jungkook, who was now your fiancé, was right at your side to hold your hair up and whisper sweet encouragements into your ear.

Since that day you had a suspicion that you might be expecting. You missed your period, which was kind of irregular anyways, but paired with the morning sickness, it must have been it.

You weren't sure how you felt about it. On one hand, you were happy, because bringing a new life into the world with the love of your life is always a blessing, however, you still weren't married. And even if you could put together the wedding before you gave birth... well... You didn't have the courage to walk down the aisle in a wedding dress, with an obvious bump. It wasn't ideal. Not in the 40s... So the last thing you wanted was to be pregnant on your wedding day... even because of the alcohol.

You weren't 100% sure yourself yet, but you decided to tell Jungkook about your observations. He used the phone in the café to call the doctor and book an appointment for you to make sure.

- Are you ready, Love? - he asked the day of your appointment.

- Just a second.

You were putting some ginger-flavored candy in a clean cloth for you to take to the doctor's office to help with your nausea.

- What are these for?

- Ginger is supposed to relieve some nausea. - you explained.

- Oh that is amazing. Where did you get those?

- In Elyna's shop.

He made himself a mental note to buy you more if you run out so you won't have to struggle with it that much.

~

The doctor took your urine and blood sample to do some tests.

- I think it is bizarre how the doctor just walked out of the room with a cup of my fianceé's urine...

You both laughed.

- It's for medical purposes. - you giggled.

Not long after that the doctor came back with the results and confirmed that you were in fact expecting. He gave you some useful recommendations about the pregnancy, what to be careful with or what was safe, and then you left.

On your way out you caught a glimpse of a book for expectant mothers. It was called "Maternity Book". You purchased one since you thought it would benefit you during your pregnancy, as you knew very little about the topic. That honestly scared you, but with Jungkook by your side, nothing was impossible.

~

You reached the 20th week of your pregnancy. This meant you were now halfway through, so you were on a mission to find the maternity book to check all the things about this week. But you couldn't find it anywhere. You looked through all the cupboards and drawers, even in the wardrobe between the freshly washed sheets.

But nothing...

Your final thought was that maybe you left it downstairs in the shop, but you highly doubted that, as you never took it out of your room.

As you enter the shop through the back door, you find your fiancé sitting on a barstool behind the counter with your book.

He had his sleeves folded up to his elbows with his wine-colored apron, which was the uniform of your shop.

You stopped at the doorstep and rested your cheek against the doorframe. You rested one of your hands on your bump that is accommodating your growing baby. You looked carefully.

The book in his hands was opened around the middle and the heading read: "What to expect at 20 weeks" A subtle smile spread across his face and he turned around.

- Good morning, Love! - he waved for you to come closer so he could kiss your temple. - How are you feeling this morning?

- We are great, thank you. No morning sickness this time, just a little headache.

- Headache? - he asked concerned. - The book says it should have gone away at this point.

- I know. It should last until around the second trimester, but it is different for every mother, so don't worry. - You kissed him.

- The book also said that little bean is the size of a banana now and is around 300 grams. - he places a loving hand over the place, where your baby is resting.

- How's the shop going? - you asked.

- The customers are returning slowly but surely.

- That is great news. - you cheered.

During the war, the shop wasn't doing well. Most of the customers were sent to the battlegrounds, others couldn't even afford basic food, not to mention luxurious items, such as coffee during that time. Everything became unaffordable for most people. Many items and ingredients from abroad didn't get imported to France anymore, so the only sources were those couple vendors that could still produce or grow these products. But regardless, they were limited and expensive. The same goes for the milk for the coffee and so on.

But luckily the world was beginning to regain consciousness. And so was your café.

- Mrs. Dupont stopped by too for the first time in years.

- Really?! I would have loved to see her again.

Mrs. Dupont is a middle-aged woman living in your neighborhood. She was the woman you worked for in her bookshop ever since you were 12 until you turned 18 and had enough money to fund your very own café. She was like your second mother.

Unfortunately, after the war had begun your connection broke.

- How have they been? - you asked.

- Mrs. Dupont is grieving. Her husband passed away in the war.

You felt sadness wash over your whole being. You never had a special connection with Mr. Dupont, but you still felt some of the pain your former mother figure must go through.

You remembered the time when you got a letter saying the military post your boyfriend was in got bombarded to the core and there were barely any survivors. The bodies were so damaged that they couldn't be recognized.

You were absolutely broken. You clung to your last hope, a letter from your lover that you would hopefully receive next month. But nothing came. Not a single letter.

You spent the next 2 years submerged in grief. You just couldn't get over the "death" of your boyfriend. You went to bed in black, woke up in black, your days were blank, and you couldn't diferate them anymore. You were nothing without him.

Turns out Jungkook was one of the few survivors of the attack and managed to escape. He was hiding for months and tried to get back home to you. But this was a difficult task when he was hundreds of miles away. He eventually decided to hop on a train in hopes of approaching Paris at a faster pace. However, he was caught among the bales of hay in a carriage.

From then on then on they kept him in captivity. But you lived in the thought that you lost him forever.

So when he unexpectedly showed up at your doorstep, you couldn't believe he was real.

Tears started beaming down your reddened cheeks. You weren't sure if this was because of your hormones, Mr. Dupont's death, or your memories that came flooding back, but one was for sure: these emotions were hitting you with the strength of a hurricane.

- Oh, My Dear! - Jungkook was quick to pull you closer. - It's alright.

- I am sorry, I just... - your sobs cut you off. - I thought you were dead.

- I know... I know, Love. I am so sorry I couldn't send you letters, but they didn't let me there.

- I know... I w-was just s-so scared.

- Shhh... It is all over now. Calm down, Dear! This mustn't be good for you and the baby.

~

It was a lovely spring day. April to be exact. Jungkook was on his way to Elyna's shop. He remembered when you mentioned where they sold those ginger candies you used so often at the beginning of your pregnancy.

Unfortunately, nausea had come back now at 32 weeks, which was very uncomfortable, but not too concerning, as many women experience this far along too. The doctor just advised you to drink a lot and eat more to make sure you didn't lose too much weight and the baby stayed healthy.

He quickly found the candies he was looking for, paid for them, and left the shop. He was eager to get back home to you. His favorite part of the day was when he could hold you close with his hands on your belly, praising you for carrying his little baby so well.

Pregnancy looked great on you. The way your breasts grew whilst producing milk for your baby, how your bump got bigger and bigger each week. All of these things your body was doing to accommodate your offspring amazed Jungkook.

- Love, I am home! - he greeted as he closed the door of the shop behind him.

He didn't hear an answer. And it worried him like crazy.

- Love?

Still nothing.

He was quick to approach the staircase to look through your apartment. However, when he took the sharp turn between the two flights of stairs, a horrifying scene occurred in front of his eyes.

- Y/N!? Oh no, no, no, no!

You laid there on the hard floor sideways, with one of your hands laying limp on your bump, the other next to you in an unnatural way. Blood was surrounding you almost everywhere and it was unclear from which part of your body it was coming from. After further examinations, it became clear to Jungkook that it was flowing from your head and from between your legs.

- Oh my Dear! - he was in tears.

He didn't dare to touch you.  He only manages to place careful fingers under your jaw to detect your pulse.

- Please, please, please, I'm begging you!!! - a sigh of relief left his lips as he felt a thud against his fingers. It was very irregular, but it was there. You were alive!

He was hesitant to leave you there alone even to call the ambulance, but he eventually had to.

- Please s-send an am-ambulance to "Coffeeshop Shine"! M-my fianceé... sh-she's 32 weeks pregn-pregnant. F-fell down the stairs. Th-there's a lot of b-blood. Please...

- Sir, please calm down! Down the ambulance will be there shortly.

He didn't even say anything, just cut the call and rushed back to you as if his life depended on it. And maybe it did. Not just his but yours and his baby's.

He grabbed his linen tissues from his shirt's pocket and extremely gently placed some over the wound on your head and a few between your legs in an attempt to lessen the bleeding. He was unsuccessful, however. All of the materials were soaked in your blood.

- God, please save my Y/n. And my baby! God, I am begging you to do everything in your power to protect them. I need my Y/n, I need my family! - he prayed with his eyes closed, forehead against yours, hand over yours on your stomach. He was helplessly choking on his tears.

It was a heartbreaking scene.

Luckily, the ambulance came relatively quickly and the ambulance men hurriedly marched in. They carefully took you from Jungkook's embrace and placed you on a gurney, then secured it in the back of the van.

Jungkook sat beside you in the back and watched what the ambulance men were doing.

- I'm sorry, Sir. You can't come to the emergency ward. - Jungkook was stopped.

- B-but I... she... she needs me! I'M HER FIANCÉ!!! - he was full of rage.

How dare they tell him not to be there for you in such a hard time? Who were they to do that? You needed him. Even if you were unconscious. He needed to be next to you, holding your hand when you woke up.

He ended up in an empty waiting room. The walls plain white, the uncomfortable metal chairs cold. He cried and cried... nothing was able to stop his misery.

- Mr. Jeon? - a calm voice called.

- I-it's me! A-are they alright? - he stood up and took a hopeful step toward the nurse.

- We are bringing her in for surgery. Put these on and I will lead you to her.

He never changed clothes this fast ever. He was eager to get to you, so as soon as he was in his white sanitary gown and mask, he barged into the hallway, where the nurse waited for him.

The few-second walk seemed like a lifetime to Jungkook, but he got to the operating room eventually. He rushed to your side and grabbed your hand.

- J-jungkook! - you studdered.

- Oh, My Love!

- Make it stop! - you sobbed in between your whispers.

His heart broke at how desperate you were to stop the pain. You looked pale and overly exhausted.

- I-I would i-if I could, Love! I r-really wish I could take a-all this fr-from you.

He rubbed your palm and cheek in hopes of bringing some blood circulation back to your body, but it was useless.

-  Doctor, she's losing a lot of blood! - a nurse called.

- Keep the towels between her legs. Juline, place the oxygen mask over her mouth and nose.

- Yes, sir!

Jungkook panicked more as the mask was put on you. You took a huge breath as soon as you felt the oxygen enter your lungs much easier.

- Miss Y/n, tell can you feel it if I move your leg like this?

- N-no.

- Alright, now that you're numb on the lover half of your body, we are going to start the procedure. If anything feels uncomfortable, tell us immediately.

Jungkook was horrified. Only a very low percentage of c-sections were successful, as it isn't perfected yet. Only a low percentage of mothers survived this kind of surgery. He couldn't live without you. He barely got you back. It had been much less than a year since he got back home to you. You couldn't leave him. Not now!

- Ju-Jungkook... I-I... I don't f-feel so good. - you cried, your voice a little muffled by the mask.

- Oh, Y-y/n. - he leaned close to your face. - You're g-gonna be alright. All healthy and strong. Just h-hold o-on for a little b-bit more!

- S-save t-the baby, p-please! The... baby.........

You closed your eyes. And didn't open them after.

- N-no! No, no, no! She... she isn't opening her eyes! Nurse, doctor, she...

He completely broke down.

- She...

- Sir, you need to leave the room. - a nurse commanded.

- No!

- Sir, you have to if you want us to do our best.

After he was told that, he left. Of course, he wanted them to save you, so if it meant he had to leave, he was going to do just that. And once again in the bald waiting room.

-

- Mr. Jeon? I am truly sorry, but we couldn't save the mother.

-

A few hours later Jungkook was able to get himself together, or at least together enough to take a few steps towards the room your body was laid in.

He was shaking. His wobbly feel carried him towards your sheet-covered body. He lifted the material covering your head just enough to see your face. There was a sign attached to the gurney-like bed:

Name: Y/n Y/l/n                                                                                                                                       Age: 24                                                                                                                                                      Cause of death: birth hemorrhage

He fell limp next to you. Your hand was peaking from under the cover. Jungkook grabbed it and pressed it firmly onto his cheek. He wasn't going to let go any time soon. He prepped himself up just enough to press his forehead against yours, still holding your hand.

You were so pale.

- T-this wasn't supposed t-to happen, Love... This... wasn't - he sobbed. - You were supposed to carry our little baby for two more months, I would have rubbed olive oil onto your belly, so you didn't have to worry about stretchmarks. I read in your book that they could hurt if t-they aren't t-treated properly. - he kissed your white cheeks. - We don't even have all the supplies for the baby yet...

Baby? He didn't even see his baby yet! He didn't even know if he or she was okay! Hell, he didn't even know if it was a he or a she.

- L-love, I'll be back, alright? I'll just bring in our little one if I am allowed to. - he took a quick glance at you and kissed the back of your hand. - I'll be right back.

He rushed outside and sure enough, he found the nurse that led him to you before.

- C-can I s-see my baby?

- Of course, you can! - she gave him a subtle smile.

-

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

His son was laying peacefully in an incubator in the newborn ward. He was sound asleep. He was extremely tiny and looked pretty fragile, but it was a baby non less. And so, so handsome.

Seeing his baby made Jungkook even more lost than before. How was all this fair? Taking away his angel and then giving him such a precious little being.

- Hi, My Precious. - he whispered behind the glass. - How is he doing? - he asked the nurse.

- Since he is eight weeks premature, his lungs still need some time to develop entirely, but aside from that, there aren't any complications that can be detected at this stage. You can hold him for a while if you want.

- C-can I bring him into h-his m-mother's room?

- You can, but not for too long. He needs to be back in the incubator and her body needs to be taken away soon too.

- P-please... I need some m-more time to... to say g-goodbye.

- Take your time, Mr. Jeon.

-

He held the baby extremely carefully in his arms. Like he was made out of glass. He pushed the door in with his leg.

- Here he is, Love! - he held the baby up to your face. - Our precious boy. He is alright. A little small and undeveloped, but the nurse said he'll be alright.

He leaned down to kiss your head and sat on the chair next to the gurney you were placed on.

- I can't give h-him a n-name alone. - he sobbed. - I need your help, Y/n... I need your help.

His son started wiggling softly in his hold, letting out tiny whimpers.

- What's wrong little guy?

The bundle started suckling on his pouty lips.

- Are you hungry? - Jungkook desperately looked at you. - He is hungry, Love... y-you need t-to feed him. - he said, nearly breathless. - You need to feed him. Please...

-

- Mr. Jeon, we need to take the baby back.

- O-okay... - he unwillingly handed the baby over to the nurse.

- People will come and take the mother's body shortly.

- N-no... p-please. I haven't had enough time yet...

Time...

He thought he had so much. With you. With his child. His family. What was left for him anymore? How will he raise a child on his own, when he's a wreck himself. He can barely hold himself up, and now he has another human being depending on him.

The door closed, so he was left alone with you.

He clung tightly to you, never wanting to let you go. He sobbed into your milk-filled chest, making your breasts leek the nurturing substance his baby was supposed to feed on. He watched as your white hospital gown darkened in color as it became damp.

All this made Jungkook cry harder and harder, thinking about what life will look like without you in it.

Blank...

All he could think of was how miserable everything was going to be. You wouldn't be there to bring your son to the playground, play hide and seek together, or wave behind the fence of the school grounds on his first day of school.

Maybe your spirit or something will be there to watch over them. He didn't really know what to believe anymore. He was so lost.

So, so lost...

-

- Sir, I am telling you for the last time. You need to let her go, or else, we will do that ourselves.

- N-no... - he choked on his sobs.

The three men who came in to take your body began removing your fiancé from your lifeless body. Jungkook was tired, weak, and he couldn't keep ahold of you anymore. He had no energy left. So he let go and watched helplessly as the gurney got wealed out of the room with you on it.

-

Your body was cremated.

Jungkook thought it was the best option, as he wanted your son to be present at your funeral too. And given as he couldn't leave the incubator and the nurses' help for too long, Jungkook had to wait till he was strong enough to come home. And being cremated, your remains were able to be preserved for long enough.

The shop was temporarily closed, and even Jungkook himself didn't know when he will be able to continue. Mrs. Dupont helped Jungkook a lot during those hard times. She helped him get all the supplies for the baby and set up a nursery.

The elderly lady bought the baby a miniature black suit with tiny shoes and even a tie. Jungkook was dressed in an almost matching suit as his son. Mrs. Dupont chose one out of her many black dresses. They were all ready to attend your funeral.

There weren't many people present. Jungkook wanted to keep it small, just with the closest people there. He knew you would want that too. It was only him, your son, Mrs. Dupont, and a couple of your regular customers from the shop.

Jungkook was staring with reddened eyes and cheeks blankly at your grave, as the priest said his prayers.

- Shh... Antoine, it's alright. - Mrs. Dupont hushed the crying 6-week-old child in her arms.

The priest closed the lid of the vase-like bowl part of your ashes were put in and lowered it into the ground.

Y/n  Y/l/n

1922 - 1946

Beloved mother and wife

The attendants were starting to leave. Mrs. Dupont handed Antoine to Jungkook and left too to prepare something for lunch for Jungkook and herself. She also had to buy some more formula for the little boy.

So Jungkook and Antoine were left alone. They knelt down in front of your grave and placed a huge, gorgeous bouquet of flowers into the little vase next to your headstone.

- Oh, My Dearest! - he started. - Look at Antoine, how big he's getting. I hope you like his name. - he let out a sad chuckle. - He looks so much like you, Y/n! It is unbelievable. But I'm thankful, because... whenever I look at him, it's like there is a part of you still with me. If it wasn't for him... I w-would have followed you... - a tear slipped out of his eye. - But you gave me something... better say someone to live for. So thank you, My love. Thank you for our little boy. - he paused to think his words though. - When it's my time, I'll come to you and then we'll have forever, but... until then... -

- Rest in peace, My Love! Rest in peace...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/n: I was thinking about writing a short little bonus story about Jungkook's and Antoine's life. Should I do it?

Also, I would be more than happy to receive requests and ideas!

Love you all!

[maxbegone]

i know it’s super late in the day for this, and honestly i can’t even remember what i’ve shared in the past and what i haven’t, but @morganaspendragonss, @reyescarlos and @rmd-writes all tagged me so i have to share something from the roadtrip au ♥️

“That was my jersey.”

“What?”

“That Jonah was wearing,” TK explains and oh. The picture Enzo sent. “I played hockey for a few years, and Mom kept it. I gave it to Jonah before I left.” He grows solemn. “Mom left him, and now I’ve left him. This whole trip I’ve been trying to fight how guilty I’ve been feeling about it.”

“TK—”

“Please.” He holds a hand up. “Don’t give me a speech. And don’t tell me you're sorry.”

He doesn’t. Not right away, at least, but the words are clawing at his throat and he can’t seem to stop them.

“TK,” he tries again, softer, “I really am sorry about your mom.”

“What did I just tell you?” He asks, monotone, but there’s no heat behind it as he huffs out a humorless laugh. “I don’t know why everyone says that. ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ How the hell are you supposed to respond? ‘Thanks, so am I’?” He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around his knees. “And how sorry is a person, really? They can barely know you and it’s sorry this, sorry that, I just—” TK stops himself. “Nevermind.”

Carlos just watches him.

“You know, I really thought that I would stay in New York once I graduated. That I’d get a job somewhere in the city and visit my dad as often as I could. Now she’s gone and we didn’t work out, and instead of sitting around not sure what to do with myself or falling back into old habits, I’m being…proactive, I guess?” TK pauses. “You’re right, I’ll still see my brother grow up and I can visit whenever I want. But I just can’t help but wonder if he’s confused about where everyone went, you know?”

“He’s gonna be okay,” Carlos swears, hoping he isn’t overstepping too much.

“No, I know he will be.” TK closes his eyes. And then, in a quiet, raspy voice he says, “He was there, Carlos. With my mom when she died. He’s gonna be so traumatized.”

TK gradually told him more and more the night he showed up at his doorstep. Carlos had known that she had pushed Jonah’s stroller out of the way, that she had seen it coming, but this is the first time he’s said this to him. If his heart wasn’t already cracking in two, it sure is now.

TK doesn’t speak for a while, and Carlos doesn’t seem to prompt him. He just brings up a hand to rub between his shoulder blades after some consideration, hoping it’s as much of an affirmation as any that he’s right there.

The first time he met Gwyn was by accident. TK had been staying at her place for the week while she was away on business, and Carlos had spent more than a few nights. However, TK had gotten the days mixed up and they had woken up one morning to find her sitting in the kitchen with a book and a cup of coffee as the two of them walked in sleep-rumpled and hanging off one another.

Of course the awkward encounter led to a forced introduction, but once they got past that, Carlos learned that Gwyn was a lovely woman — not that he had any doubts. He could see where TK got some of his best qualities from.

When they broke up, it was the first time Carlos realized that he would be missing more than just the person, but the family that came with it. Not that he’s diminishing how much TK had meant to him then. Still means to him.

He pulls himself out of it.

“Is that why you’ve been so excited about this trip?” Carlos finds himself asking after some time, and TK gives him a look. “Or that you’ve been so—”

“So what? Happy? Optimistic?” He stares him down. “Maybe it’s because when you spend the better part of a year surrounded by grief, you tend to start forcing yourself to turn around. Maybe it’s because I didn’t want my brother’s earliest memories to be so sad. Or maybe it’s because, Carlos, despite where you and I stand, you are the only person who really makes me feel good about myself right now. You’re the only person who actually sees me.”

He can’t look away from TK, his breath held as he nervously runs a hand over his mouth.

“Whatever you felt last night was…not not mutual,” he eventually gets out. “So. There.”

TK turns to look back out toward the forest, warm light hitting him in every direction, and all Carlos can do is sit there.

“And maybe it got to a point where I really just wanted to share this place with you, too,” TK adds rather finitely. “It’s as simple as that.”

[cywscross]

a question - and if it’s annoyingly presumptuous please just ignore.

I discovered the solo leveling fandom a few weeks ago when I realized you had some stories posted on AO3 for a fandom I was unfamiliar with. I read your excellent fic, was super curious, and… hours and lots of money later have read the light novels and the webcomic. Then I went to explore the fandom and it seems… oddly empty of what I might expect in such a fandom? It looks like it had a lot of enthusiasm that then vanished rather suddenly.

Did people tire of it (which happens), or was there a major fandom drama or something? It feels like I’m top-toeing through the remnants of a dissipating fandom, while finding scattered gems remaining here and there floating amidst a giant amount of incomplete crossovers (which may also have gems, IDK I refuse to get sucked into two new fandoms in one month, my poor budget😅). Which, totally fine for authors to write whatever they want, and as much or as little as they want, obviously.

But I keep getting the feeling I am missing some fandom context. It’s a bit strange to see people mention discords and events that looked like they all stopped in 2022?

So… do you have any fandom knowledge on what happened with the solo leveling fandom over the past couple of years?

Lmao I completely forgot to answer this. I don't think anything special happened, it was just that a majority of us got into it right at the tail-end of the end of the first half of the manhwa. Then it stopped, and there were no updates, we had the novel so we knew what would happen, so we could write fic, but then there was no new content to keep us engaged so we all ended up bailing after that one year of our muses running on overdrive and churning out fanworks for it. Other new fandoms cropped up and our attention spans sort of just drifted off in those directions. Also canon itself was pretty complete, there wasn't much that people really hated or wanted to fix except maybe the ending, but even that was more or less resolved even if it wasn't a great resolution, and we covered most fixits and AUs in chat or fic so there wasn't much left to talk about. By the time the zine came out, I think majority interest was on its last legs. I still like SL of course, and I've got some wips, posted or otherwise, that I'm still slowly working on when the mood strikes, but I'm not super into it the way I used to be. And I think some people are still fairly active in the fandom.

[kiraixi]

A Royal Declaration

Sunday March 26th ✩ Flavour Combos: Hurt/Comfort & Regency Era

Billy checks round the corner before fast pacing up the main staircase. 

The hallway is deserted as everyone is downstairs, preparing for the wedding. 

He pauses in-front the oak door. Billy hasn’t entered this room for weeks, still he can recall every delicate carving on the wood. He takes a deep breath.

The door is opened more aggressive than necessary, the noise echoing his entrance. He’s always been a sucker for theatrics. 

Steve stands by his desk, mouth opening and closing like a fish. He saunters in giving the other no time to answer. This needs to be short and swift.

“I’m leaving, so you don’t have to worry about your clear consciousness at the altar.”

He’s ready to just leave it at that but Steve; always tries to prolong the inevitable. He grabs Billy by the arm yanking him forwards.

Any other day Billy would easily shrug him off but maybe there’s something about seeing those Bambi eyes one last time that makes him stall.

Steve looks absolutely devastated, “Billy– your room was empty, I thought you had already left”

He avoids looking into the other's face, the next few words feel stuck in his throat. “My horse is waiting outside but I refuse to turn tail like a coward, Your Royal Highness”

The name feels sour in his mouth, only used amongst others. He can see Steve’s heart breaking a little more when using the formal address. 

Good, maybe he’ll feel the way Billy’s felt these past few days.

Steve continues, “Just please let me explain, Baby please..” He goes to touch his face and Billy’s too far gone to decline.

Already breathless, missing the familiar feel of those warm palms. Pathetic he is.

“Go on…”

Two days ago Steve Harrington, royal heir to the throne, Billy’s childhood best friend turned lover, got down on one knee and proposed to Lady Nancy Wheeler. The dazzling debutante, the perfect prissy princess that ever eligible bachelor wanted on their arm, 

which apparently included Steve..    

  “Nancy’s–”

“Oh we’re on first name bases, do go on.”

Steve sends him an exasperated look, “We came up with a plan, you know how my parents have been relentless about finding a suitable Queen.” 

He looks at him, those sweet puppy eyes. “And she’s smart! Extremely. Outshines everyone in the room, including me; the next in line..”

Billy wipes a hand over his face in frustration. “Steve, what are you getting at?”

“She clocked me straight away.”

He halts, looking up.

Steve carries on undeterred, “She actually approached me with the deal, said her parents were going to step in if she wasn’t engaged by the end of the season.” He pauses, eyes scanning the others face. Billy keeps a blank expression. 

“She’s in love with someone else. Like I am, Billy”

“What..?” He’s beyond confused.

“We made a deal to marry, no romantic feelings. I didn’t tell you before because nothing was sure yet.” Steve clasps their hands together, rubbing his thumb up and over his wrist in comfort.

“She’s free from her parents and mine finally get the queen they’ve been desperate for” 

Billy refuses to get his hopes up, “What does that mean for us?”

Steve’s getting closer and closer, enough that Billy can feel the next breath of words across his face. Soft, private.

“It means we can be together permanently, if you’ll have me my love,”

He stares into those doe eyes, can’t help but get lost in the endless forest brown. 

Doesn’t realise tears are flowing until he feels a damp press onto Steve’s cheek. Their lips inches away. 

“Always, for you.”

First romance-y(??) story published! I have such a soft spot for Regency Era au’s, sadly I haven’t seen many in Harringrove :,)) ah well, I’m looking forward to writing a Multi-chaptered one in the future  ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)

[bbrissonn]

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 | ʙʀᴇɴᴅᴀɴ ʙʀɪꜱꜱᴏɴ

disclaimer: english is not my first language and this is not proofread so please excuse any errors and if any words are missing add them in your head :) also this is a work of fiction, this doesn’t reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn’t how i imagine them acting 

warnings: slight swearing, not proofread,  

pairing: brendan brisson x brianna garcia (my oc, she doesn’t have a face claim so imagine her however you please) 

wc: 7.2k (including the lyrics) 

bold italic are lyrics, italics are either flashbacks or text messages (some parts of the story don’t along with the part of the song that it is under and that is totally normal!!) 

this takes place from march 2022 to january 2023 

au masterlist

movies, movies 

i want a love like the movies 

brianna watched from her seat as the boy all cheered together, taking off their helmets and hugging each other. they had done it, they were going to the frozen four, one step closer to winning the championship. the garcia girl hugged all of the boys’ girlfriends, along with some of the parents she was close to, like brendan’s and luke’s.

the bordeleau boy had wanted her to be there, she was his best friend after all, and he had made sure it was okay with brendan if she came before asking her. thomas was over the moon when she accepted, but he knew deep down she wasn’t only agreeing for him, but for brendan as well. but he didn’t blame her, thom would do the same thing in her situation, getting any chance she has to spend the slightest amount of time near brendan. 

the two had exchanged a couple of smiles and looks through the last week and some small hello’s, but no conversation we held. brianna had texted him before the team left, wishing him good luck, to with he answered with a thank you and a small heart, which was way more than she expected from him. 

contrary to what brianna thought, brendan didn’t hate her, he never did and he probably never will, he loved her too much to ever feel the slightest amount of hatred towards her. she had done so much good in his life, helped him grow as a person and change bad habits he had, and even though he went back to how he was before, he would still forever be thankful for what she had done. 

“shit, sorry.” a voice said as brianna ran into a solid chest almost an hour after the game had ended. she didn’t see who she ran into, but she’d recognized that voice from miles away, making her quickly look up with big eyes. his brown eyes met with her’s and he gave her an awkward small smile, rubbing the back of his head.

“it’s… okay. don’t worry ‘bout it.” she whispered, her eyes still locked with his. 

“i-i didn’t know you were here.” 

“thom asked me to come so… here i am.” she answered with a small smile her face, finally looking away from his brown eyes. brendan didn’t know why, but a pang of jealous hit him when he realized she had came because of his best friend, well at least he thought so. that pang increased even more when said best friend wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing past brendan. 

“you came!” 

“of course i did, tommy.” she said with a laugh as he picked her up. brendan knew he shouldn’t be this jealous about thom, the two of them had been friends before he ever met brianna, but it still annoyed him. seeing bordy hugging her like that instead of him, bordy making her laugh like he used to. it was all too much for him, so without saying a word, he walked away, going to find his parents. 

“hey, where’d bren go?” brianna asked once thomas pulled away from her and she realized the brisson boy was no longer standing in front of her. 

“probably went to his parents. doesn’t matter, we won, bri! we’re going to the frozen four!” thom said with a big smile on his face, and brianna could tell how truly happy and excited he was about it. she let out a small chuckle as he hugged her again, seeing the hughes making their way over to them. 

the garcia and hughes families has a very tight connection, being neighbors ever since the hockey family moved next door to them when jack started playing at the ntdp. even though brianna was a year younger than him, and a year older than luke, she helped them settle into school. and soon she met all of his hockey friends, and quickly became good friends with them. which meant that when the ‘02 ntdp team arrived, the garcia girl was also introduced to them, which led to her and thomas becoming best friend. 

i look at you like you’re perfect for me 

if you are the diamond, then i am the ring 

all of our friends think of us jealously 

we’re so sweet, so sweet 

built us a world and i gave you the key 

still can’t believe that this isn’t a dream 

falling in love with a damn fantasy 

that’s so me, so me 

when the team got back from allentown, they of course decided to throw a big party, just for them. they were all over the moon about their win, something that didn’t go unnoticed by all of the cheers and yelling in the senior house. brianna noticed that brendan wasn’t trying to avoid her anymore, she’d even catch him staring at her a couple times throughout the night, but neither of them tried to approach the other. 

brianna felt like she was having deja vu when she walked out the bathroom and ran into brendan’s chest once again, making him let out a small groan from the contact. 

“i’m starting to think i need to by a bell or something so you know where i am.” brendan joked as he placed both of his hands on her shoulders so she didn’t fall backwards because of the contact. brianna let out a awkward chuckle as she played with the end of her sweater. 

“yeah, sorry about that.” 

“‘s all good.” he said with a small smile as the two of them stared at each other for the second time in less than 24 hours. well that was until brendan coughed a bit, and pointed between the girl. 

“i, uh, i need to use the bathroom.” he said awkwardly, looking at the floor, making brianna snap out of whatever weird trance she was is. 

“right, yeah. go ahead.” she said with a small cough, stepping aside so he could enter the small room. he did after a couple of seconds, before turning around and sending her a small smile. 

“hope i didn’t ruin your plan of sneaking out the window again.” he said with a small laugh before closing the door, making brianna’s check flush. she knew it was a joke, not only from his laugh but the way he said it, the way there was no anger behind it, no frustration, nothing. it just a simple joke he made, something he hadn’t done to her in what felt like months. 

the girl stood in her spot for a bit, smiling and blushing, feeling small butterflies in her stomach, before walking back over to the living room. her change in mood was something that didn’t go unnoticed by anyone, especially the younger hughes. 

“why’re smiling so much?” he asked, grabbing her arm as she walked past him. 

“don’t worry about it, lukey. listen, i’m gonna go home, so i’ll see you tomorrow alright?” 

“make sure to tell, bords!” he called out as she walked away, deciding to just drop the whole smiling situation. brianna made her way over to her best friend, who was clearly wasted, before tapping his shoulder lightly.

“bri bri!” thom yelled with a loopy smile once he realized who was standing in front of him. the garcia girl let out a small laugh before answering him. 

“hi, t. i’m heading home for the night, i’ll text you when i get home, and you do the same for me, okay? i’ll come by with breakfast tomorrow morning.” she explained, and the bordeleau boy nodded his head a bit before drinking the rest of his drink.

“mkay, see you tomorrow.” he said hugging her, before letting go and going to fill his cup back up. brianna shaked her head a bit before going to find the hoodie she had been wearing early and making her way to the front door. she was about to grab the handle when someone caught her arm. 

“you’re leaving?” brendan’s voice asked from behind, making her turn around with a small smile on her face.

“i have class tomorrow morning.” she answered, her voice small and soft, making brendan’s heart skip a couple of beats. it was a phrase she’d use often when they were dating and brendan tried to get her to do something fun late at night, which meant they’d always end up just cuddling in her bed, him on his phone as she slowly drifted off to sleep on his chest. 

“it’s late, i can walk you back–” 

“it’s okay, brenny. it’s 5 minutes, i’ll be okay.” she cut him off, using the nickname no one had used for him in months, making him almost fall backwards because of it. 

“i can’t let you–” 

“bren, please, i appreciate it, i really do. but it’s okay. i’ll text you when i got home, alright?” she cut him off again, placing a hand on his arms as she did so. he looked down at her hand when he realized where it was, he blinked a couple of times, staring at it, before looking back up to her.

“o-okay. just, be careful, alright?” 

“always.” she answered with a small smile before letting go of his arm, grabbing the handle of the door, and leaving the house. once she had made it home, she texted the brisson boy, just like she had said, changing clothes and getting in bed. 

back in the senior household, brendan took out his phone when he felt it vibrate in his pocket. a smile grew on his face as he read the text on his screen. 

got home safe, enjoy your night :) 

“why’re you smiling so much?” mackie asked, slightly hitting briss on the shoulder. the california native didn’t look away from his phone as he typed back and answered mackie at the same time. 

“nothing.” 

i will, good night bri xxx 

it only took a couple of seconds before the girl answered him, and the text made his heart skip a couple of beats again.

night night xxx 

but i’ve been livin’  

life ain’t fiction 

the next night when brianna walked back into the senior household, she felt good. for the first time in months, she felt good, her interactions with brendan the previous night being the reason for her mood. she felt good as she hugged all of her friends, greeting them all with a big smile, all of them noticing how happy she was. 

but not all good things last forever, and that was proven when she walked into the kitchen, brendan being the only other person in there, and as she was about to say something, he pushed past her, leaving the small room. brianna stood in her spot for a bit, confused about what had just happened. 

“you alright?” thom asked his best friend as he walked into the kitchen as well. brianna turned around at his and blinked a couple of times before answering. 

“yeah– yeah i’m okay.” she lied, making thom scoff a bit as he leaned on the counter and crossed his arms, staring at her with a ‘are you kidding me?’ look. the gracia girl sighed a bit before speaking a bit. 

“i guess– it’s just– we only have 2 weeks left. like no matter what happens in boston, we’re never gonna be able to see each other every day after that.” brianna said, her words hitting her exactly as she said them. she hadn’t realized that was she was saying was actually true, meaning thom believed her this time. his face fell a bit as he also realized what she had said. they had spent the last 4 years seeing each other almost every day, and now he was moving across the country in two weeks. 

thom had never actually told her he’d be leaving after this year, because he didn’t need to, she knew. she had a feeling during the beginning of the year that this could be the last one, and as the year went by, she could feel his energy and the way he reacted everytime she mentioned san jose, and she just knew. 

“i guess so, eh?” bordy sighed, and suddenly he didn’t want the frozen four to come so quickly. ever since they won, all he had been thinking of was the frozen four being so soon, yet in so long, and how he wished it could be right now. but now he didn’t, he didn’t at all. he wasn’t ready to leave all of his friends, he wasn’t ready to leave michigan, he wasn’t ready to leave. but he was ready to turn pro, and that was what’s more important. he’d still be able to come to michigan during the summer and once during the season, he’d be able to call all his friend any time he wanted. but it wouldn’t be the same. 

“i’m gonna miss you.” brianna whispered, her eyes welling up a bit, making the bordeleau boy open his arms. she walked into his chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as his wrapped around her waist, the bottom half of his face leaning on the top of her head. 

“i’m gonna miss you too, bri.” 

“promise we’ll talk every day? i don’t care if it’s just a hi, i just– i don’t wanna lose you too.” she said as tears started falling down her face. thom wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by ‘lose you too’ but he had a feeling this was about brendan. he had seen what happened earlier, he knew she wasn’t okay when he asked her, he just wished she would’ve told him the truth. 

“you won’t lose me, bri. never.” 

“pinky promise?” 

“pinky promise.” 

in my head, we’re dancing under the dark 

in my head, we kiss under the stars 

but we know that’s not what we’re doing 

‘cause, baby, this ain’t like the movies 

2 weeks later, brianna found herself walking into the senior house yet again, but under such different circumstances. the boys were leaving. not all of them, but a lot of them. the first she had noticed was thom’s, fully packed with everything that he had in his house, parked in front of the house. he was leaving before everyone else since he had to drive down to montreal to leave his stuff at his parent’s house, before flying to san jose. 

when she stepped into the house, she could already feel how different the energy felt than normally. there was usually always music playing, or people yelling, but not this time. it was quiet, dead quiet. the first person she noticed was brendan, since he was sitting on the stairs right in front of the front door. his elbows were leaning on his knees, his head in between them as a loud sigh left his mouth. brianna hesitated for a couple of seconds, before going over to sit next to him. 

“hey.” she whispered, making him look up a bit, but his eyes didn’t look in her direction, instead staring at the wall in front of them.

“hey.” 

“when are you leaving?” she asked in a small voice, not wanting to ruin the silence that had set over the senior household. brendan let out another sigh before finally looking over at her, their eyes locking together. 

“monday.” 3 days. brianna let out a shaky breath before speaking again. 

“i’m sorry. for everything. i shouldn’t– asking you to be friends it was– i’m sorry, bren, i’m so fucking sorry. f-for hurting you and just fucking everything up between us i–” she started, but she cut herself, not knowing how to say what she was feeling. but brendan could hear the honesty in her voice, making him smile a bit. 

“it’s ok–” 

“no it’s not, b. i-i thought breaking up with you would make me happier because i wouldn’t have to deal with you coming home drunk every night, but i was wrong. i was so fucking wrong, bren. i missed you, but i knew that it was the right thing to do ‘cause it wasn’t heatly anymore, b. and that’s why i wanted to stop with the gifts because i knew that i’d go back to you as soon as you asked me and i couldn’t let that happen, i couldn’t do that to myself, bren. you truly did nothing wrong, i just can’t keep up with your lifestyle. i want to, i really do, but i can’t, it’s not who i am, and i can’t ask you to just stop being you for me, i cann’t.” she explained, a couple of tears falling from her eyes as she looked away from the boy and down at her lap. 

“bri, i understand. i want you to be happy, and if that means us not being together then i’m okay with it. i mean, of course i wish i could make you happy, and i like to think i do, but i can’t make you as happy as you were before we were together, and i’m okay with that.” he answered, making the girl nod her head a bit. it was silent after that. then, brianna felt the sudden urge to rest her head on his shoulder, something she had so many times. so she did, her breath stopping until she felt the brisson boy lean his head on top of hers. 

“it’s gonna be weird without you next year.” she spoke after a couple of seconds, making the boy laugh a bit. 

“you’ll be okay.” 

“no i won’t. i’m gonna be stuck taking care of mackie alone, and steve’s gonna want to show me all his weird little homework.” she answered with sass, making the both of them laugh a bit. 

“you’ll be okay, i know you will.” brendan said with more confidence this time, making all of the nerves inside the garcia girl disappear, something she considered a bad habit of hers. she’ll always believe him, she trusts him too much to not believe him. 

“it’s still gonna be weird.” she sighed, making the brisson boy let out a small sigh of his own. 

“i’ll be in town at some point, if im with the team for the game.” he said with a little bit of excitement, but there was also some small sadness behind it. 

“you will, i know it.” brianna answered the same way the brisson boy had done only a couple of moments ago. 

“can you– can you be there at my first game, whenever that is?” he asked quietly after a couple of seconds, his voice breaking a bit at the beginning. 

“gimme a place, time and day and i’ll be there.” she spoke back with a smile on her face, making a brendan grow a smile of his own. the boy was about to say something else when bordy’s voice echoed through the house. 

“bri?” he said loudly, making brianna and brendan jump a bit. thom’s footsteps came closer and closer to where the two of them were sitting, but neither of the two showed any signs of wanting to move. when the bordeleau boy arrived at the bottom of the staircase, his jaw dropped a bit at the sight of his two best friends, making both of their cheeks turn red a bit, but his jaw quickly closed when he remembered why he had came in to find the girl.

“i’m leaving, like right now.” he whispered softly, making the garcia girl stand up and walk down the couple of stairs to wrap her arms around his shoulders. a couple of tears fell from her eyes as they hugged each other. 

“i’m gonna miss you.” the garcia girl whispered as her grip around her best friend’s shoulder tightened. 

“i’m gonna miss you too, bri.” 

“you’ll come back this summer, right?” she asked, talking about michigan but more precisely about plymouth. 

“of course i will.” he said, before the two of them let go of each other and brendan walked over and hugged the smaller boy as well. 

“take care, bro. i’ll see you soon.” 

“you too, bro.” bordy answered before the two boys let go of each other as well and bordy slowly made his way out of the door, sending a small smile to the two of them. brianna let out a sigh, making the brisson boy look over at her. he wrapped his arms around her shoulder and brought her into his chest, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head. 

“it’s gonna be okay, bri.” 

movies, movies 

i want a love like the movies 

brendan’s couple of weeks in the ahl went pretty good, signing his ecl just days after their season ended and with his dad being an agent, he thankfully already knew the type of contract he would be signing after college before his first one. he easily got along with the other guys in the team and he felt great about the way he was playing.

brianna had tried her hardest to stay up late at night and watch his game, but he played at the same time as bordy a couple of times, and sadly wasn’t able to watch all of his game completely, having to switch from one game to another. but the two had stayed in touch quite a lot, the girl helping him adjust to his new life, while he helped her prepare for her end of the year exams. 

when brendan returned home, he invited the girl to come stay just for a week or two, but the gracia girl told him it would be a bad idea. now brendan understood that, and he agreed with her, but a part of him still hoped she would’ve said yes. instead, he spent all of his days training and all of his nights going out with his friends, making out and hooking up with girls almost every night, but brianna was always in the back of his mind. 

none of them were like her, they all wanted every boy’s attention, while brianna always preferred to just blend in with people and be more discreet. all the girls liked to take charge and be rough, will brianna was a more slowly and steady type of girl, taking her time with everything and wanting the both of them to have equal power over what was happening. in short, they were the complete opposite of her. 

and brendan used to love that, but now he hates it more than anything. hates how none of them really know how to seduce him, turn him on, and overall just don’t know him and don’t really care about him. hates how none of their lips feel the same way as hers, or how none of them can make him melt just by resting their hand on his arm. but he doesn’t want any of them to make him feel the same way she does, he only wants her. but he knows he can’t have her, so his mind just tells him to settle for what he can get. 

he likes to tell himself that it’s karma for the way he used to act, leaving girls early in the morning without a word, giving most of them fake hopes of seeing him again, giving all of them a fake phone number. tells himself he deserves it and it’s just the way his life is supposed to be and that he can’t really complain because he doesn’t have to worry about money, getting paid to play the sport he loves. 

but it wasn’t exactly like the previous years, he never stayed over at a girl’s house anymore, always leaving right after and going to sleep in his own bed, making sure to text the garcia girl to tell her he got safe home, along with a ‘goodnight xxx’. he’d wake up to the message being liked the next morning along with a ‘good morning sleepy head xxx’ and then he’d answer her, but no other communication would be done until night time. although there was a couple of nights or afternoon here and there where the two of them called just to catch up or talk about any problems they had, but that was about it. and it was for the whole summer, until the whole 2021-2022 team came to michigan to be celebrated during one of the football games. the two of them were so excited to see each other again, and had promised to talk more, which surely happened the second brendan left for vegas. 

we go to parties with people we know 

we’re holdin’ hands but it’s all just for show 

‘cause monday through friday we both barely spoke 

they don’t know, they can’t know 

that just on the drive here, i was lookin’ through your texts 

i was scremin’ my damn head off “how you still love your ex?” 

and you say that it’s over, but why does she call you 

at 3 a.m. and 4 a.m.? that’s a funny way of staying friends 

the season had started a little over a month ago, and brendan had already found himself at a team event. now, yes, it was only for the silver knights, but at least he was playing pro. to be more precise, this was a couples team event, meaning brendan had to bring someone with him, and he had picked the girl he was currently “seeing” but he knew it wasn’t gonna go any further than them hooking up maybe once or twice. they barely spoke during the day, only when one of them was bored and wanted to have sex. 

hell, brendan barely even remembered his name, which he knew was bad, but he didn’t care, she wasn’t brianna. but people didn’t need to know that, his teammates of course though that the two of them were way more than they actually are when he told them about the girl he was bringing, but brendan didn’t care yet again. he knew it’d be too complicated to explain everything to them, and quite frankly, he didn’t want to. 

which lead to him and jessica, at least that’s what he thinks her names his, he knows it starts with a ‘j’ but there’s so many options that he just went with the first one that came to mind. the two of them were sitting in his car on their way to the event when brendan received a text. 

“shit, can you check that for me please? just like put the phone in front of me to open it.” he asked her, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. 

“sure.” she said before doing what he had asked. 

“it’s more, she just said to have a good time.” she spoke again after a couple of seconds. 

“k, can you like the message and sent a thank you, please?” 

“yeah, sure.” and she did, but before closing his phone, another message popped up, but this one didn’t make any noise, meaning brendan had no idea it was there. the contact name was ‘bordy’ and she knew who that was, making intrigue as to what they were talking about, but the message itself made her even more intrigued. 

does bri know abt this? 

it said, and the girl couldn’t fight the urge to just click on it and read their conversation. 

yooo have you figured out who ur gonna bring tonight bro 

yeah dude im taking this girl jessica i think, idk we’ve been hooking for a bit so yeah 

…  

bro it’s not like that, you know i still love bri 

dude i know im not stupid, does bri know abt this? 

was their latest conversation, and the blond girl wasted no time to tell the brisson boy to stop the car. 

“what’s up?” he asked once they were in the side of the road, and the girl sitting in his passenger seat simply just shoved the phone in his face angrily. 

“what the fuck is this?” she asked, her voice full of anger. brendan sighed a bit before moving the phone back a bit for he could read it. 

“why the fuck are you going through my phone?” he asked her, his eyebrows furrowed– in anger, as he grabbed his phone out of her hands. 

“my name’s abby! do you not know my name?” she yelled, making brendan roll his eyes. 

“you’re being dramatic.” 

“oh, i’m being dramatic because you asked me to go to an event with you but you don’t even know my name? babe–” 

“don’t call me that.” brendan cut her off harshly, no one had called him babe in years except for brianna. 

“what–” 

“i’m bringing you home.” brendan cut her off again before starting the car again and driving the girl home. the car was silent the whole way until she started getting out of the car. 

“don’t bother texting again.” brendan said with no emotions in his voice. 

“are you breaking up with me?” 

“we were never together. i don’t know who told you we were or what made you think we were, but we weren’t.” he quickly said, still no emotions behind his voice. 

“whatever.” she answered harshly before slamming the car door closed and making her way into her apartment. brendan let out a long sigh before texting the guys to tell them he wouldn’t make it to the event and then driving home. 

later that night, when he was all comfortable in his bed, he felt the urge to talk to brianna. so he called her, he realized how late it was on the east coast, but he just needed to talk to her. 

“bren?” she asked sleepily as soon as she picked up the phone. 

“hi. i’m sorry for waking you up.” 

“it’s okay, bubs. is everything alright? how was the event?” she asked, sounding a little more awake then she had a couple of seconds ago. 

“i, uh, i didn’t go. i was on the way there, with the girl i told you about.” he started, but he stopped, waiting for an answer. 

“yeah.” 

“and she went through my phone and saw my conversation with bordy… a-and she saw some things i said and then she got mad. b-but then she called me babe and i just– fuck, bri, i miss you so much. i miss you so fucking much, you have no idea bri.” 

“bren–” 

“no! i– let me talk, please. i need you with me, bri. it’s like i don’t know what i’m doing without and i hate it. i hate it so much. i’ve tried to move on like you told me to, but i can’t. i only want you. the girls, they’re nice and all, but they’re not you, none of them even come close to making me feel the same way you do and i just– i need you here with me, bri.” he said, slowly breaking down. brianna heart ached more and more as he kept going, trying to keep her tears. 

“brenny, i miss you too, so so so much, but i can’t. you know i want to, but i can’t.” she answered, finally letting her tears fall down her cheeks. brendan let out a small sob before speaking again. 

“i know, i know. but i don’t know what i’m doing anymore, bri. everything makes me think about you, everywhere i go, everything i do, i see something that makes me think of you and it hurts so much. just– just give me one more chance, please! i’ll stop drinking, i’ll do anything, just please, bri, i need you.” 

“goodnight, bren.” she whispered softly, after a couple of seconds of silence. 

“please–” he tried to beg but it was too late, she had hung up. brendan let out a sigh before letting his phone fall on his face. he was feeling numb, numb from all the pain and anger he had inside of him. he just wanted his old life back, being in michigan, having brianna by his side, being surrounded by his best friends everyday. he wanted it all back. 

in my head, we’re dancing in the dark 

in my head, we kiss under the stars 

but we know that’s not what we’re doing 

‘cause, baby, this ain’t like the movies 

in my head, we never grow apart 

in my head, you never break my heart 

but we both know that’s not what we’re doing 

‘cause, baby, this ain’t like the movies 

“bri, you really don’t have to.” thom argued with her over the phone. it was now mid-december, the holidays were coming up which meant brianna soon had a couple of weeks off from school. she loved the holidays almost as much as she loved books, and just winter in general. the softness and coziness the season brought to the world made her feel in her element. being able to just stay home all the time, reading with the fireplace on because of how cold it is outside, she loved it. 

and thomas did too, being able to go home and see his family for a couple of days, but he couldn’t have that this year, his schedule didn’t allow it. which meant he would be spending christmas away from his family and friends for the first time of his life. he’d probably be spending the whole day alone in his apartment, face-timing people and just watching movies like he used to do as a kid. and brianna felt bad for him, so she had bought a plane ticket to come see him for a couple of days, something the bordeleau kid appreciated a lot, but didn’t think was necessary. 

“yes i do. i can’t let you spend christmas all alone, t. i’m coming, whether you like it or not, you better be ready to have a roommate for a couple of days.” she answered him with a smile on her, he rolled his eyes a bit before smiling at her through his phone screen. 

“fine, i guess you can come.” he said jokingly, making brianna let out a small laugh. 

“oh, silly you. i wasn’t asking to come, i was stating that i’m coming. i already bought the plane ticket and everything–” 

“i’ll pay you back for that.” 

“thom, it’s okay. i want to come see you, you don’t have to pay for anything.” she spoke softly with a smile on her face.

“okay. i have to go to practice, but i’ll see you soon. love you.” he said with a smile on his face as well. 

“love you too, drive safe.” she replied before hanging up the phone and going up the stairs to her room to start packing her suit case. 

~

“why is it so hot here?” brianna complained as she threw herself down on thom’s couch. he let out a laugh before sitting down next to her head and running a hand through her hair. 

“you’ll get used to it.” he shrugged making her look up at him with a death stare. 

“i’m sweating, thomas. i’m sweating in fucking december.” she said seriously, making the bordeleau boy laugh again as she sat up properly on the couch, leaning her head on his shoulder. 

“welcome to california, bri.” he smiled at her, holding in another laugh when she sent him a fake smile. the room was silent after that, well besides the movie that was playing on the tv screen, until bordy spoke up again. 

“i bought you a plane ticket.” 

“what? thom you know i already bought the one to go back home–” she started but the boy cut her off, his eyes staring into the tv. 

“to vegas. to go see briss.” he said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, making brianna look at him confused. 

“thom–” 

“he’s alone too, you know. okus, i think it’d be good for the both of you to see each other and talk about that night.” he explained calmly to her, rubbing her shoulder with the arm he had thrown over the back of the couch. 

“i-i don’t know.” 

“yes you know, bri. you want to be with him, i know you do. and i’m not just talking like physically being with him, you want to date him again and don’t even try to deny it. you guys love each other and i really don’t understand why you refused to go back to him, he makes you so happy, he treats you well, and yeah maybe he fucked up before, but he’s changed so much, he’s changed for you. he wants to be better for you, bri. i get that maybe you’re scared, but he loves you more than anything. and i know for a fact that you do too. so just, please, go see him and talk it out.” he argued, and brianna let out a shaky sigh before slowly nodding her head. 

“o-okay.” 

movies, movies 

i want a love like the movies 

movies, movies 

i want a love like the movies 

“bri?” brendan asked, shocked, his jaw slightly opened as his eyes stared at the girl in front of him. 

“hi.” she whispered, a small smile on her face. 

“what are you– what are you doing here?” he asked, a small smile of his own growing on his face as well. 

“i came to see you.” 

“but– i thought you were in san jose with bordy.” he said confused as he opened the door fully and stepped aside so she could walk in, her suitcase following behind her. 

“i was, but now i’m here.” she answer shyly, taking a look around his condo. 

“in my house.” 

“in your house.” she confirmed with a small laugh as brendan shook his head, still a little confused but clearly happy at the same time.

“cool. cool, cool, cool. i’ll, uh, i’ll give you a tour.” he told her as he turned his back to her, but she quickly grabbed his wrist and turned him back around. the two of them stared at each other, their faces barely inches away. brianna tried to keep her breathing normal as one of her reached up to cup his cheeks, slowly stroking his cheekbone. 

“i’ve missed you so much, bren.” she said softly, staring into his brow eyes, making brendan smile at her. brendan was about to say something when brianna pushed herself up onto her tippy toes, her other hand reaching for his other cheek, before pulling his face to her, pressing their lips together for the first time in what felt like years. 

brendan let out a small gasp and blinked a couple of times, before letting himself get taken away by the kiss. his eyes slowly closed as he finally kissed her back, smiling to himself about it while his hands reached for her waist and pulled her closer to him. then, after about a minute or so, the two of them pulled away, brendan leaning his forehead on hers, their eyes locked together. 

“wow.” brendan said after a couple of seconds, a big smile plastered on his face making brianna laugh a bit. 

“i want you to be my boyfriend again.” brianna admitted in a small, soft voice, making brendan’s heart flutter inside his rib cage. his jaw dropped a bit as his eyes filled with happiness before he talked. 

“really? like, you’re being dead serious right now? ‘cause i swear bri if this is some sort of joke–” 

“it’s not. i love you, bren, so much.” she said, making brendan’s smile even wider than before. 

“i love you.”   

baby, we lost all this love we have 

and i can’t pretend that i’ll never come back 

and i think you’re seeing right through me 

but, baby, this ain’t like the movies 

“hey, what’s wrong?” brendan asked later that night as the two of them laid in bed together. brianna head was resting on brendan’s bare chest, her arms wrapped around his torso while his were keeping her closer around her shoulders. 

“nothing’s wrong, babes.” 

“don’t lie to me, bri.” he said softly, making the gracia let out a soft small sigh. 

“it’s stupid. i– it’s just– you haven’t ask me to be your girlfriend yet…” she trailed off, trying not to make it sound like she cared too much. but she did, she cared so much. 

“oh. i thought– i thought that after this afternoon we were kinda just like dating already.” 

“bren, have you ever read a book where the boy never asked the girl out?”

“no?” he answered confused as to what books had to do with any of this. brianna let out a small sigh, shaking her head slightly. 

“you really clueless aren’t you?” 

“you love it.” 

“mmm, do i?” she teased, making him push a shoulder a bit as a laugh slipped past her lips. brendan moved around a bit in the bed, so the two of them would be laying face to face, before cupping both of her cheeks into his hands. 

“do you, brianna garcia, agree to be my beautiful, incredibly smart and amazing girlfriend?” he asked her seriously, making her blush a little. 

“yes.” she answered shyly, her cheeks fully turning red before brendan leaned in and connected their lips together. when the two of them pulled apart, brendan wrapped his arms around her head and pulled her into his chest, pressing kisses all over the top of her head. 

“i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you.” brendan repeated over and over again after each kiss that he pressed to her head, making brianna laugh against his chest. 

“idiot.” 

“you love me!” he said in a singing tone, making brianna roll her eyes with a small smile on her face.

“you’re still an idiot.” she stated in a duh tone, making the brisson boy roll his eyes as well. 

“yeah, but i’m your idiot, so…” he said before leaning in again and connecting their lips together. the garcia girl hummed in agreement before grabbing his chain and pulling him closer to her. 

i want a love like the movies 

“so, you guys are like back back together? like dating and all?” thom asked face-time the next day as the couple was laying in bed together, both of them wearing the other’s hoodie. 

“yes. but, we don’t really wanna tell people like right now, you know.” brendan answered his best friend, hinting to him that he better stay quiet about this. 

“yeah, no, dude. i won’t say anything.” 

“thanks, tommy.” brianna answered with a thankful smile on her face. 

“you guys are stupid, though.” the bordeleau kid sassed, making brianna let out a gasp. 

“rude!” she exclaimed before hanging up the face-time. 

“babe. why?” brendan asked with a laugh. 

“he was being mean. he called us stupid!” she said in an accusing tone, making brendan laugh even more. 

“stop laughing!” 

“please never change.” brendan said through his laugh, making his girlfriend a bit confused, but instead of asking questions, she simply just pressed her lips to his for a couple of seconds before pulling back. 

“only if you don’t.” she whispered before connecting their lips again.

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The Silent Protagonist Meets Two Flames Continuation of the Silent Protagonist Au ( part 1 ) Dialogue and more story rambles below

1] Taylor:

Lost my voice. Don't remember the fight...and I missed an (anime) episode.

2] Nick Flame:

Aw, kid, you look so much like your mom! Dad…uh Glenn, used to say I looked a lot like my mom too. I couldn't really remember her face myself but he showed me sometimes. He kept a little photo album under the bed. I'd sneak under there alot to look at it when he was at work. Sneaking around is super cool! I hid a few things at home…your home I mean, I could show you--

3] Nicolas Flame:

Now's not the time for a trip down memory lane, Nick! Look at our baby boy's face… Are you okay, Taylor? My Dad--Jodie--always stressed that its okay to cry and to talk to him about what made me upset. So I'm sure Cass--your mom would listen to you. And I know I…well we haven't been around but I am here now. I want to be. And if necessary, I can give a stern talking to any person or creature who hurt your feelings. Simply say the word.

4] Taylor: Huh!? A-Are these flames talking to me? They sound like Dad...

5] Nicolas Flame:

That's because we are your dad…fractured parts of him anyways. Sometimes a demon's spirit leaves its body during body reformation. But with us…well its complicated, a short version is that your dad's spirit is unusual do to past circumstances. So, when his…our spirit left his body it fractured into two parts. I am known as Nicolas and they are…Nick. We represent two major parts of Nicky. But no matter what, one thing is clear…we felt we must return to you immediately. To watch over you…

-------- Story Notes for Part 2: This takes place a week or so after that original scene in part 1. Taylor still can't speak and wonders if it may be due to the very obvious signs of neck injury. However...only he and his mom seem to be able to see his scar, horns, and tail. Cass seems to think his horns and tail are accessories at first--until Taylor manages to convince her otherwise... The doctor that came to do an in-house check up appeared to not see any of those. Instead, the pediatrician comments on Taylor's abnormally high body temperature. The doctor gives some fever treatment recommendations and is on their way. Apparently, with the mayor's entourage running amok--much of the health workers in the city were helping at the nearby hospital. So lines were even longer than they usually were...fevers were lower priority unless stacked with other concerning symptoms. His mom wanted him to rest but Taylor...tensed at the idea of sleeping. Feared what memories might be lurking in his dreams. At least he was comforted by the fact that his mom was fine with him trying to sleep in her room or (in the living room). No space under her bedframe or the couch for eldritch horrors to be hiding under. On another side of things, he's been using the fever and lack of voice as a reason to avoid school. At first he thought it was weird school was still going on--surely the place shouldn't be running. The principal was gone. Surely a school would be closed for a few days or something...they wouldn't just act like its another Tuesday! Someone died! This was contradicted quickly when his mom showed him a voicemail from the school's main secretary--asking him about his attendance. In that moment, he got a dull headache as he recalled...everyone finding out Normal was still doing homework. They'd all known school was continuing this whole time, had been even after the principal died and had chosen to not do homework. Why had he forgotten that part? (Because it made him angry. Because it made him feel so.....)

Besides, Taylor couldn't remember what expression his...friend? ex-friend? made the last time they were near each other either. It was weird. But, there was the group chat and his phone was charged. He could try and reach out? Yet, the chat log only showed the part about Scary leaving the chat awhile ago. No messages had been sent after that. Maybe the group chat was pointless from the beginning. He's dad had destroyed his phone once after all. Told him to not bother with making long lasting connections. If he'd gotten another one and just never shared the new number with the others... Taylor wouldn't feel so defeated right now looking at the 'no new messages' notice. The teen tries to pass the time like he used too--with anime of course or hanging out with his mom when she's not busy. He gets better at hiding the terror that takes hold anytime his mom leaves the house. A fear that she won't return one day. It has yet to happen but what does--is that she asks him to bring over some of her paperwork. To a recording she's doing across town. He manages that just fine--at least on the way to the building. On his way back, he swears he sees someone familiar. He runs away, back into the taxi, refuses to look closer to figure out the identity. Surely, this was the safest decision and he refuses to dwell on it. Now back at home alone, he heads back to the his bedroom to watch whatever is coming on that day. But he missed it apparently--by a few hours. It wasn't even his favorite show.. His eyes and the neck scar burn anyway and Taylor tries really hard to remember how to breathe. It sorta works after a few very long minutes and he rubs at his eyes, stuck in his thoughts. Until he feels heat brushing against his hair and shoulder and a familiar voice crowding the air--two of the same voice. His dead dad's voice? My thought is that Nicky's flame spirits are now his son's temporary familiars. They'll end up helping him and his mom through the au adventure. Basically helping jog Taylor's memory on what happened during the fight and learning more about his dad in general? Other note, atleast in terms of this AU, pronouns are as follows: Nicky: he/they Nick: they/them Nicolas: he/him Taylor: he/him (questioning--might incorporate him trying out other pronouns at some point) Cass: she/her