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[onlymingyus]

Somebody [SVTHUB world tour collab] (teaser)

pairing; choi seungcheol x f!reader

genre; smut (minor dni), fluff, angst, romance, fake dating au

summary; When you need someone to help you out of a bind quickly, you pick the first person you see to be your “boyfriend”, you just didn’t expect it to be your single hot dad neighbor, Choi Seungcheol…

content warnings; single father!seungcheol, teacher!reader, seungcheol has a child (obviously), eating/drinking, jeonghan/joshua (implied relationship but not stated), betting metioned, alcohol, medical field - doctor!seungcheol, doctor!joshua, mentions cheating in past relationship, mentions death/accident of spouse - widow!seungcheol --- i am sure there are more, if there is anything important you want me to add let me know

smut warnings; unprotected sex (birth control mentioned), creampie, fingering, oral (f receiving), begging, crying (pleasure), multiple orgasm, lots of pet names, marriage kink, seungcheol carries the reader and is larger than the reader, manhandling, shower sex...again if I miss something let me know.

w/c; 25.2k and some change (623 extra words for patreon bonus) [1.1k this teaser]

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Forcing a smile on your face after a long day, you stand up as the bell rings and parents start to move into the room to collect their children. Taking your time, you note each one, telling them to have a good evening and that you will see them in the morning. 

It wasn’t that you hadn’t enjoyed your day, but you could feel a headache behind your eyes and fifteen screaming five year olds was a lot for anyone. So as the numbers started to dwindle, you could feel the anxiety starting to fade from you. 

“Hey, buddy!” 

Glancing up as Matthew squeals happily, you watch him run towards a slender but fit man that you vaguely recognize. Perhaps he had been on Seungcheol’s walls in one of the pictures, but you didn’t have a name to put—

“Uncle Jeonghan!”

Ah, so this was Uncle Jeonghan that Matthew talked about so much. Picking up your clipboard, you furrow your brows, moving over to him and the man as you quickly make sure the man’s name is listed as someone authorized to pick up. 

“Have a good day? This must be Miss Y/N that your daddy talks about all the time.” 

Lifting your head from the clipboard, you meet the man’s eyes as your cheeks start to burn. Opening your mouth, you close it quickly as he smirks at you and ruffles the boy's head as he clings close to him. 

“I—Yoon Jeonghan? If you could just sign for Matthew, since you're not his legal guardian and only listed as an authorized person, it’s policy.” 

Taking the clipboard from you, Jeonghan grins as you seem to shy away at his words. He could see the appeal. You were beautiful and seemed responsible. You were exactly Seungcheol’s type. 

“No problem; Y/N. Cheol had to work in the ER today so here I am to save the day. I honestly don’t know why he didn’t just ask you to bring him home.” 

Scoffing in surprise, you watch as Matthew gasps and looks up at you like a new toy. 

“That’d be so cool! Miss Y/N, can you one day? I can show you my toys.” 

Not wanting to disappoint the boy, you give him a strained smile and meet Jeonghan’s eyes, realizing he was an enabler. Seungcheol should have warned you about him, but maybe he didn’t even realize how your first meeting with him would go. 

“Maybe… I’m your teacher, Matthew. We play at school—” 

“Well and his neighbor and his daddy’s girl—” 

Shaking your head, you watch as Jeonghan bites his lip to stifle a laugh before nodding and holding up his free hand as a way of surrendering. Apparently Seungcheol had shared some details of your “relationship” with his friend. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out, but you had a feeling this man was the type to pull you out and back into the spotlight. 

“Maybe one day, Matthew... but let’s not get our hopes up.” 

Pouting up at you, Matthew just nods and moves away from you both to go get his things. Letting out a breath, you take back your clipboard and put it down on a shelf behind you as you and Jeonghan glance towards the small boy as he pulls on his jacket. 

“He’d let you take him home.” 

Furrowing your brows, you glance over at Jeonghan and shift on your feet at his words and the implication behind them. Noticing how you seem to nervously shift from foot to foot, Jeonghan smirks and glances down at his phone in his hand, answering a text from Seungcheol as he speaks to you. 

“One day he’ll man up and ask you out for real. This fake dating shit—” 

“Don’t curse in my classroom, please.” 

A laugh slips from between his lips as he glances up from his phone to offer you an apologetic smile before nodding and continuing. 

“Sure, sorry. As I was saying, this fake dating nonsense you two have going on right now isn't going to work. I can already tell you like him.” 

Insufferable. That's how you’d describe Yoon Jeonghan. You had known him for less than ten minutes and already you knew he was going to be an issue in your life. Crossing your arms, you start to sigh into your words, a dramatic big breath, when Alex’s voice once again ruins your moment. 

“Matt, buddy, let me help.” 

Jeonghan watches as your head moves like prey sensing a predator towards the other teacher, who was now helping Matthew with his bag. His eyes move to his godson’s face as he grimaces as the man tugs on the straps, keeping them tight on his arms. 

“He’s fine, Mr. Alex. Thank you.” 

You still sounded like yourself, with that sweet tone to your voice, but even Jeonghan could hear the hint of malice behind it. So this was Alex, and now Alex thought it was okay to mess with Seungcheol’s son. The “fake” dating made sense. This man did not understand boundaries and used everything in front of him as an open door. 

Stepping in front of Alex, you smile at Matthew and the smile transfers to the boy’s face. Jeonghan feels relief wash over him at the sight as you kneel down, adjust the straps back to where they were and then tie his shoe properly. 

“I was just helping out a student, Miss Y/N.” 

Oof… There was so much tension in this room that even Jeonghan felt like he was going to drown in it. Stepping forward, he clears his throat and offers his hand towards Matthew, letting him take his fingers. 

“And while I’m sure she appreciates that, and the parents do... I don’t know you, Mr. Alex, was it? From where I was standing, some strange man was touching my godson, which honestly made me nervous for a moment. I’d be more careful; this isn’t your classroom.” 

Standing up, you feel your cheeks burn under Alex’s eyes as he looks to you to defend him, but you don’t. Jeonghan had a point. Not every parent or guardian knew who all the teachers were, not even the students knew the other teachers. Simple acts could be misunderstood and while he was doing something to “be nice” and it was innocent, you knew there was another reason he was inserting himself into your and Matthew’s lives. 

“Well, I do apologize for the misunderstanding. My classroom is right down the hall. I was just coming to see Miss Y/N. We are very close.” 

Jeonghan just smirks at the man and shoots you a glance before looking at his phone and seeing a reply from Seungcheol. 

“I’m sure you are.” Dismissing the man, he looks at you and smiles brightly. “Y/N, dear… Cheol asked me if you wouldn’t mind helping me with Matthew once you get home? I’m an awful cook.” 

Opening his mouth to say something, Alex stops when Matthew squeals with delight and grabs at your shirt, begging you to come over. 

Another point to you and Seungcheol. 

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A CLEAN MIND

[First part >.<]

PAIRING: Alastor x Wife!Reader SUMMARY: After a long night of doing Lucifer’s Tango with the infamous Radio Demon, limbs sore to the brim, Alastor decides that it’s best to give his darling some proper aftercare. Of course one thing had led to another, but what would they do once they were caught in the net with a knock on the door? WARNINGS: Fem!Reader, reader is sensitive, shower sex, mentions of terrible soreness from the night before, Alastor is a little bit of a rascal 🤓☝️ *snort* (apologies), Nifty almost catching them in the middle of it, sexual content in general, mature language, dubious consent, power dynamics, violent language (not too degrading though), unprotected sex, Exhibitionism, relationship dynamics. LMK if i missed anything!!!

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WORDS: 1.2k (not including the bonus fic at the end)

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Y/N was awoken by the weight shift in her shared bed. Slowly, she sat up, stretching the soreness out of her, to see Alastor getting up from bed and walking over to his dresser. Y/N sighed and laid back down in the red silk sheets, but then felt a hand on her forehead one moment later.

“I see you’re awake,” Alastor said, smiling. “How do you feel?”

Y/N groaned and turned her head away. “Not good…”

“Ah, well, I figured so.” Alastor chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. “But I will fix it for you, as always.”

He grabbed her arm and helped her stand up, but Y/N protested. “Just a couple more minutes, Al,” she stated, “I’m sore as a dam’s log…” Alastor laughed softly when he heard her say one of the old sayings from their time.

“Alright… But you need to get up soon, honey. It’s not healthy staying in bed all day…especially without a proper cleaning after last night.” He smiled more softly and leaned down to kiss her lips, then went into the bathroom. Y/N lay back down again, welcoming the feeling of the twisted sheets once more.

After about two minutes, Alastor came back out with a warm washcloth. He bent down next to the bed and gently swipes the cloth on her face, wiping away old sweat or…anything else that might be there. Y/N blushed at the thought, but still let him cleanse her face.

…makeup- he’s wiping off makeup.

When he finished, Alastor tossed the wet rag into the hamper and walked back towards the bedroom, leaving the door open. He stopped right beside the bed. “Get up, sweetheart. We need to take care of your sore muscles and such.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and got off the bed, walking into the bathroom. Alastor followed behind her, closing the door. She stood in front of the mirror as Alastor started the water in the shower. Y/N inspected at herself.

Damn, i looked better when i was alive.

Seeing that Alastor was taking off his unde rgarments, Y/N decided to do the same.

After they were finished with that, Alastor moved his head to the side to look at her, “Let me help you get cleaned up, yes?” Alastor grabbed her shoulders and turned her around.

“Okay.” Y/N nodded and stepped under the showerhead, letting the water pour over her body. Alastor stepped inside, grabbing some body soap and pumping it into his claws.

Alastor ran his hands slowly across her back. He continued to caress her skin until she reached forward, grasping her shoulders and pulling him closer. His hands were still moving, but now against her breasts. He squeezed them lightly, knowing how much it would turn her on.

Y/N gasped, “Alastor!” She looked up to meet his eyes, blushing profusely.

Alastor let out a laugh, “apologies, darling.” he continued to rub soap onto the contents of her body. After washing her front, he washed her backside. Then, he began to massage her neck and shoulders. She moaned in pleasure, causing him to smirk. “Enjoying yourself, love?” he asked teasingly.

Y/N laughed softly, “Does it not show?” she asked sarcastically. Alastor grinned, stepping closer and pressing his lips against hers. Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him close.

Alastor broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. “I want you,” he whispered. Y/N smiled, leaning in for another kiss. Alastor moved his hands from her shoulders to her hips. He pushed her against the wall, using his strength to hold her there.

Alastor pulled back, looking down at what was happening. His cock was fully erect, sticking straight out like a sword. He smirked and rubbed the tip against her slit.

“Alastor…I’m still a little sensitive from last night…” Y/N worried.

He scoffed, “You’ll be okay darling, I’ll be gentle.” Then, Alastor pushed his cock inside of her in one thrust.

Y/N slapped his shoulder, hissing, “You said you’d be gentle!”

He hushed her, kissing her collarbone, “We just need to be quick dear, yes?” He then suckled on her collarbone after pulling away.

“Wait…why?” Y/N asked.

He groaned and pulled away once again, beginning to thrust slowly, “Because Nifty is supposed to come in and clean in about…” he looked at the picket watch on the counter, “…hm, ten minutes? maybe less.” He smirked and sped up his pace slightly, causing her to grip tightly onto his forearms.

Alastor kissed along her jawline, then made his way back to her lips. The sound of the running water drowned out any sounds that may have been coming from their mouths.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Sir?” Nifty called from outside. Alastor pulled away quickly, cursing harshly under his breath. “I have to clean your room early because Charlie is beginning an activity soon…should i give you time in the shower, Sir?”

Y/N groaned, burying her head into the junction of his shoulder, “You can’t be this fucking old to forget Charlie’s plans-“

“Of course, Nif, I’ll be out in a jiffy!” Alastor immediately shoved himself back into Y/N, thrusting violently.

She gasped loudly, gripping tighter onto his forearms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place.

Catching her volume, she moaned pathetically quiet, grinding her hips into his. “Faster, please..faster…” she whimpered. Alastor obliged, slamming his cock deeper into her cunt. Y/N groaned, arching her back and hoping for the best the shower’s water was muffling her noises.

Alastor, although, was practically overjoyed could hear her cries even through the sound of rushing water. He picked up speed, pounding harder and harder into her. Y/N squealed, digging her nails into his arms.

He grunted, “Darling, you’re going to leave marks.”

She moaned, “You wanna talk about m-mine?”

His thrusts became erratic as he neared his release. Y/N wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, squeezing every muscle she had left in her legs.

“Shit.” Alastor cursed, thrusting deeper and deeper into her. He slammed into her cervix once more, causing her to squeeze around his cock tightly. He held himself deep inside of her as he filled her womb with cum, groaning in ecstasy.

After a moment of catching each other’s breaths, both failing miserably, he pulled out, “That’s better.” He patted her cheek, setting her down on the ground after seeing that she would refuse to stand on her feet, and turned to turn off the water. He dried himself off and put on his robe, quickly ruffling his hair in a towel and tossing it.

He turned to see Y/N sitting in the shower’s tub, rubbing her hips, “Darling? You need any help getting out?” Alastor walked over to her and bent down, titling his head to the side like talking to a mindless toddler.

Y/N took a moment and sighed, switching the water to go through the bath faucet, and turned on the water to the hottest temperature, “just tell Nifty to skip the bath tub while she cleans.”

Alastor chuckled, “will do.” and turned to leave the bathroom

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Nifty hummed to herself as she tidied up the bedroom, her cheerful demeanor contrasting with the unknowingly steamy scene that had just unfolded in the bathroom.

As she finished straightening the sheets, Nifty heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. She glanced up to see Alastor emerging, fully dressed in his signature attire, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Good morning, Nifty,” Alastor greeted her with a smile.

“Morning, Sir,” Nifty replied, eyeing him curiously. “Is everything alright? You seem, um, a little off today?”

Alastor chuckled, a playful twinkle in his eye. “Oh, everything’s just fine, my dear Nifty. Just had a little… unexpected delay in the bathroom.”

Nifty raised an eyebrow, but decided not to pry further. After all, she was used to Alastor’s cryptic comments and eccentricities. “Well, if there’s anything you need, just let me know.”

“Actually, there is one thing,” Alastor said, his smile widening. “Could you do me a favor and skip cleaning the bathtub today? Y/N is… not done with her bathing. A little sore. I’m sure she’ll clean up after herself so don’t bother to wait or come back for when she’s done.”

Nifty’s eye widened in understanding, and she couldn’t suppress a giggle. “Consider it done.”

“Thank you, Nifty. You’re a gem,” Alastor said with a wink before sauntering out of the room, leaving Nifty to finish her cleaning with a knowing smile.

As she worked, Nifty couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement at the antics of her eccentric employer and his mysterious guest. It was just another day in the Hazbin Hotel, after all.

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little black dress - iwaizumi x reader

summary: inspired by this textpost

listen ik i said i was working on a kuroo piece but this idea came to me at literally 3am the night after i finished my rewatch of season 2 and i wrote it in my notes app while i was half asleep (& i did not proof it lol)

hope y'all don't hate it!

Friday afternoon always seemed to drag on at work. There was nothing left on your task list, so you had resorted to gossiping with your coworkers to pass the time. You had just let out a gasp at something one of them had said, when your phone lit up with a notification. The message was from your boyfriend, Hajime.

hajime <3:

Hey babe, do we have any plans tonight?

you:

not that i know of, did you have something in mind?

hajime <3:

Well, Oikawa just called me. Apparently he is in town for a few days and asked if we wanted to go out for drinks tonight.

you:

aw yeah that sounds fun! i always love getting to see tooru

hajime <3:

Alright, I'll try to find out the plan. See you at home beautiful.

You smiled at your phone and returned your attention to your coworkers.

"Everything okay over there?" One of them asked you, noticing that you had momentarily checked out of the conversation.

"Yeah that was my boyfriend, he said his old friend is in town and asked if we wanted to go out with him tonight."

"Ohhhhh!" Your other coworker exclaimed, "(Y/N) this is this perfect chance to wear that dress you showed us last week!"

You bit your finger nail as you recalled the little black dress that you impulsively bought last week. You had tried it on when it came in, and it looked fantastic on you, but it was also very short. Iwaizumi was not an overly controlling boyfriend, but you also wanted to respect him and your relationship. You smiled and nodded at your coworker, but did not say anything as you thought about the dress hanging in your closet.

After work you headed straight home, still feeling conflicted about your outfit for the evening. Iwaizumi was already home when you arrived. He greeted you with a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

"Oikawa said he would meet us at 8 o'clock at that nice place downtown, you know how boujee he is," Iwaizumi said with a huff of laughter.

"I better start getting ready then."

About an hour later you were standing in your closet in a towel staring at the racks of clothes. Your eyes kept drifting back to the black dress that your coworker mentioned earlier.

'Fuck it' you thought as you grabbed it and went to finish getting ready.

7:30 rolls around and you are looking in the mirror to make sure everything is in place. Your hair is sitting perfectly, framing your face with soft curls. The bold-ish make up look that you went with looked immaculate, and your red lipstick paired beautifully with the little black dress. Iwaizumi walked in as you were strapping on your heels.

"Babe are you ready to g-" he started, but stopped in his tracks as he saw you. "Wow, you look absolutely incredible."

You stood up and offered him a small smile, "Are you sure this dress isn't too much? I feel like this dress is too short, and it's kinda low cut, I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea."

Iwaizumi scoffed and flexed his arms, carefully examining each of his biceps. His attention turned back to you, and he grabbed your waist, pulling you into him. He leaned toward your face until his lips were only a breath away and said, "wear whatever you want babe, I can fight."

bonus:

When you and Iwaizumi arrived 15 minutes late to meet Oikawa, it didn't take long for him to notice the red lipstick peeking out from under the collar of his friends shirt.

[railingsofsorrow]

Emily Prentiss x reader with the song “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?”.

They’re dating and an unsub takes reader (reader can be part of the BAU or not) and it’s like a switch goes off in Emily’s brain and she doesn’t hesitate to do anything to get reader back. When Emily gets reader back they see that side of Emily for the first time and is scared of her because they’ve never seen Emily like that. Bonus if unsub makes reader see what Emily does to get them back to try to make reader hate Emily.

who's afraid of little old me?

[emily prentiss x reader]

summary: Emily didn't know she carried so much rage inside of her until she saw bloody fingers around your neck and a gun pointed at your temple.   She should've seen it coming.

pairing: emily prentiss x f!bau!reader w.c: 2.9K warnings/content: case-related violence: blood, gun, gunshot wounds, fainting; flinching; a hint towards police brutality (implied); mentions of psychopathy (implied); language; discussion about committing murder to someone; crying; insomnia; protective emily; angst; fluff.

A/N: hello anon, here's your request. sorry for the delay, I hope you like it :)

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Emily.

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Emily!

She woke up with a start. Hyperventilating and shortness of breath, her chest was tight like someone was pressing their hands on it. She couldn't breathe. Not until your hands were touching and comforting her in a way only you knew how to do. 

Then, and only then, would she inhale and feel the air entering her lungs.

But two days ago, it wasn't like that. Two days ago, she didn't have you by her side in bed, whispering her name and making her feel safe, which was what she should be doing to you. You were the one who had been kidnapped and held hostage for a week. 

Two days ago, Emily almost lost you.

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[Two days ago]

Smoke came out of the car, blurring her vision as she tried to approach the vehicle. 

She had taken off her earpiece a while ago, bothered by her team's voice blaring through her ear begging for her to not move forward without backup. 

Right. As if that was such an easy task for her to do. Absolutely not. You had been taken a week ago by a woman they've been chasing for two weeks. A witness. She had been right under your noses the whole time and from the moment you walked into her house to get her statement, you'd become prey to her sick games. 

I should've seen it coming.

It's what echoed through Emily's brain non-stop. 

I should've seen it coming.

When you're on the job, you bottle up your feelings as much as you can in order to focus on cracking the case and saving lives. 

Hotch was stern and had that tough exterior that made people think twice before uttering a word, in fear of saying something wrong. He was an unexceptional Unit Chief for the Behavioral Analysis Unit and an even greater friend to Emily. He taught her everything she knows about how to be a good leader and taking that spot that once belonged to him for years was a tough choice. Emily didn't know how she would ever measure up to Aaron Hotchner, but she did know how to lead given her experience in London and that was a start. 

Something he had told her once, about letting people in, because they were too much alike on that point.

“When those people say they care, it's usually because they do. When you're on the field, you're coworkers, they're your team. But off the field... you're allowed to let go. They're your friends, Emily. We all are.” 

Hotch was trying to tell her not to compartmentalize everything. He was advising her to trust her team, her friends, because she deserved it and she wasn't all alone anymore. 

She believed that.

She believed she wasn't all alone anymore the moment you walked into her life with a smile and a plate filled with delicious chocolate chip cookies made by you. That was your first day of work, the first day she saw you, the first time she heard your voice, and the first moment she believed in love at first sight. 

Emily would let go when she was with you. She would be vulnerable for the first time in decades. She trusted you with her entire being. 

The issue with people that bottle up their feelings, is that they're a ticking time bomb. They hold on for as much as they can, maintaining that harsh exterior and unlimited control, until that control is lost and the fire is set. It explodes. No warning. No previous announcements. It just happens. 

Emily didn't know she carried so much rage inside of her until she saw bloody fingers around your neck and a gun pointed at your temple. 

I should've seen it coming.

“Megan, let her go.”

Your eyes were locked to Emily's unwavering figure, you sought her eyes but she didn't meet yours, not even for a second. 

Your hair was matted with blood and dirt. The blood belonged to you, you've lost count of the fights you had pulled to get out of the hell you were put in. You were most definitely concussed as well, though the headache was barely a pang in the back of your head. Adrenaline was responsible for keeping you standing until now. Once it wears out, you're certain you will collapse in exhaustion and dehydration. 

“Why?” The woman whispered in your ear, causing shivers to went down your spine. Her cheek was rubbing against yours. She was asking you why she should let you go. 

You know one wrong move can send a bullet straight to your brain and you didn't feel like dying tonight. Especially not in front of Emily. 

You admired her professionalism on the field. She'd never deviate or hesitate, always certain about her next move. You were proud of her. Of who she became. Proud of how she let you in in her life. 

Emily rarely got mad. She would lean towards annoyance and pout when something didn't work out the way she wanted. She would be the one to calm you down when you were mad, actually. 

Now, holding a gun with her gaze set on Megan Gilbert, there was profound anger and determination set in her eyes. 

She wouldn't look at you. 

"Did you see the damage she did to my partner?" She tightened her hold on your tied hands, pulling at them causing you to wince. "Agent Prentiss, are you playing a hero or an assassin today?"

"Stop it," you hissed. You knew what she was doing and you weren't so sure Emily would hold herself back much longer. 

"I think your team will call it overkill, won't they?" Megan didn't even show any sadness over the death of her brother. She wasn't capable of showing emotion. "So many bullet holes in Adrian's head... Tsc tsc tsc. Are you gonna tell them it was self-defense? That's what you all do, isn't that right?"

"Shut up!" You attempt to hit her head with the back of yours, but you barely graze it before she pulls you forward, throwing you on the floor as you groan in pain because of having landed in your right arm in an awkward position because of your tied hands.

"There it is, you have her," Megan drawled out. You have trouble turning over with both your feet and wrists tied up, but you did it. Emily is still pointing her gun at her, her ponytail slightly undone, you see sweat traveling down the side of her face, but she's unmoving, certain. "Now what, Agent Prentiss?"

She looked at you for a glimpse of a second as you fell, taking a step in front of you to make sure Megan wouldn't try anything. She wouldn't, not with her there. 

"Emily." You croaked out, voice rough, begging.

The room was filled with a daunting silence. The outcome could only go two ways: Megan Gilbert successfully arrested or with a bullet wound to her head. Judging by Emily's current demeanor, you were leaning towards the latter option. You didn't want that. Not because you cared any bit for Megan, but for how that would affect Emily if she pulled that trigger. 

"Em." You called her name again, trying to free yourself from your restraints. Megan had clearly lost her momentary infatuation with you after noticing Emily's reaction at seeing you hurt and she was successfully using that in her favor. Emily was her target now. Not you. Which was why she didn't let go of her gun. 

Damn it, Emily. Look at me, don't do it. Don't do it.

"You have her," Megan repeated, tilting her head with her gun wavering around the room with a laugh. "But you don't really have her, do you? Not now, not anymore." Your breath was shallow and you didn't know how much more you were able to keep yourself awake. The adrenaline was starting to wear out. "Because what I did... it will haunt her forever. I left beautiful marks on her body so that she could look in the mirror and see them- see the art I've made. Which, honestly, was a favor. She wasn't that salvageable before-Fuck!" 

You flinch back as the loud sound of the gunfire echoed throughout the room.

“Don't you ever, and I mean, ever—” Emily said through gritted teeth, pausing in between each word. “... talk about her again.” 

You looked away as she sunk her shoe into the bullet wound on Megan's leg. A maniac laugh escaped from the woman's mouth. 

“Oh, that's nice. Have I hit a nerve?”

“Emily.” You leaned back with difficulty, coldness crawling up on you. You could barely feel your legs anymore. You could barely feel anything. 

Something seemed to click in Emily's mind, bringing her back to you. When she turned around, her heart sank and she felt herself immediately running towards you, calling out your name so you would give her some sort of response. Anything. Your eyes were shut, your clothes ripped and dirty, a nasty cut on your lip. 

“Hey, I'm here.” Emily brushed your messy strands away from your face, her eyes analysing the number of injuries you had. Megan was still provoking her by the time the team came in through the door, groaning as they pulled her up forcefully. You looked away at her bleeding leg, earning a sound of mocking pity from her.

"You feel sorry for me, pretty thing?"

Emily turned back to glance at someone and spoke with an icy tone that made you inch away a little bit. You weren't scared of her, never. But anything caused you to flinch and god did you need to lie down and sleep, just sleep. "Get her the fuck away from here right now." 

Your name was called repeatedly and you didn't understand why if you were right there. Until you understood the reason why everything was so dark and the last thing you felt was somebody holding your head before you collapsed.

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❝ the scandal was contained    

the bullet had just grazed 

at all costs, keep your good name

you didn't get to tell me you feel bad. ❞

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“Em.” 

You asked, leaning against the wall. Arms folded across your chest. The living room carried the cold breeze from the night air, which meant that the kitchen window was open.

You know you closed it before going to bed, but the curled-up body on the couch told you who was responsible for opening the window.

“Baby,” you whispered, brushing her dark strands away from her face. “Why are you sleeping on the couch?”

She cracked one eye open, which made you sniffle a laugh. Then, she fluttered both of her eyes open, taking your hand that was caressing her cheek to intertwine with hers. 

“I'm not sleeping.”

You raised a brow. 

The corner of her lips twitched, “I can't fall asleep and I didn't want to bother you so I came down here.”

You shook your head, leaning down to kiss her forehead before standing up to close the kitchen window and then coming back.

"I told you." You perched on the edge of the sofa and she silently gave you space to come closer. You pulled your knees to your chest and squeezed next to her. Emily chuckled into your neck, wrapping her arms around your middle. "...to tell me when you couldn't sleep. I don't want you to be alone." You let out a sigh when she stayed quiet. "Em, you gotta talk to me."

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❝ is it a wonder I broke? ❞

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"I scared you." 

With furrowed brows to express your confusion, you grab her hand to pull it to your chest. 

"What do you mean?"

"When I found you..."

You quickly turned around to face her. "Emily-"

"You were already scared and I made it worse. It-it wasn't my intention, but the only thing I could think of was finding you to bring you to safety, which is something that I failed to do before."

"No, Emily. You didn't fail," you said softly. Your heart breaking as a tear traveled down her cheek, "that wasn't your responsibility. You had no way of knowing what she was going to do. None of us did. Em, it wasn't your fault."

She sniffled, shaking her head. "I should have known better."

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❝ then say they didn't do it to hurt me. . . but what if they did? ❞

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You cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at you. Her eyes were misty and you wanted more than anything to make her feel better. She shouldn't be crying because of you, that was the last thing you wanted. 

"Listen to me," you said, thumb grazing her jaw until it reached the back of her ear. She leaned into your touch. "I'm right here, that's what matters. What happened wasn't your fault, I do not blame you, you understand that?" You kissed each of her cheeks, tasting the salty tears that were dripping down like rainfall. 

You also felt the need to clarify something. "I never saw you like that," you admitted carefully. "You wouldn't listen to me and I was scared that whatever you did would affect you later. I didn't want you to do something you would regret. I wasn’t scared of you, baby."

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❝ if you wanted me dead 

you should've just said.

nothing makes me feel more alive. ❞

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Emily leaned away from you and you felt as if you had been burned. She sat down, drying her tears with a shake of her head. Then, her voice echoed through the silence in the living room. 

"I should have killed her. That's what keeps me up, that's what's affecting me. I should have ended there so she couldn't hurt you anymore."

"Emily." You sighed heavily, your frustration growing. You turned on your back to face the ceiling. 

"She almost killed you," Emily said in disbelief. "How can you sleep when she almost-"

"But she didn't, I'm here." And who says I’m sleeping?

"But she almost did!"

"And you wanted me to live with the fact that you would have killed someone for me?" You snapped. "I wouldn't sleep soundly, I would've questioned every decision I've ever made if I had been responsible for that. You're being selfish."

Emily blinked at you, studying your face quietly before diverting her attention back to her hands on her lap. You didn't understand and as selfish as it was for her to say that, you didn't almost lose her, she almost lost you. She would have never forgiven herself if she wasn't able to find you in time or if she couldn't find you at all. Just the thought alone made her stomach churn. It would have killed her.

Emily picked at her nails, "Right." 

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❝ so I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street 

crash the party like a record scratch:

who's afraid of little old me?

you should be. ❞

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You stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before you glanced down at her, gaze filled with sadness. "Can you please just... hold me?"

You didn't understand. But you didn't have to. Emily would do anything to protect you at all costs. She couldn't bear the thought of losing you or letting anyone hurt you. She promised herself that she would never let that happen again. She would make sure of that.

So when you asked for a hug, you were very much aware that she needed it more than you.

Your girlfriend's demeanor shifted to something softer, warmer, something you knew and needed. Not a revenge-seeking person. You didn't want revenge, you wanted to be in Emily's arms and help her get a good night's sleep for once. You wanted her to let you do that.

"I love you." She said in your neck, rubbing a hand across your arm tenderly. "I'm sorry." I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner, I'm sorry you got hurt and I didn't stop it.

"Just hold me." You curled your legs around hers, bringing her body impossibly closer to yours. "I love you too, Em." It was the last thing you said before darkness enveloped you into something calmer and lovely, instead of the awful nightmares from two nights ago. You knew that you were safe in your apartment, with Emily close to you and Sergio creeping around the living room as he noticed his moms’ presence in the living room. 

It was the first night since you came back home that Emily was able to sleep without jerking awake frightened, out of breath. The first moment she didn't fear almost losing you.

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❝ I am what I am cause you trained me

so who's afraid of me?

so who's afraid of little old me? 

you should be.❞

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[alittlebitofsainz]

- you swear that you listened -

prompt: “so take me to every party and just talk to your friends.”

pairing: logan sargeant x reader

summary: why did he even bring you to meet his friends if he was going to forget you even existed? featuring an important conversation and a dog at the party

a/n: lyrics from track #65 - worst of you by maisie peters :)

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“babe, what’s up with you? you’ve been quiet all night.”

“yeah, maybe it’s cos you didn’t talk to me for the entire time.” you shot back, both your words and tone harsher than you’d intended. logan was silent after that, and you stole a glance across to him sat in the passenger seat, immediately feeling guilty when you saw the wounded look on his face. you turned your gaze back to the road ahead with a heavy sigh.

it wasn’t really your fault that you were in such a bad mood; it had been your first time meeting a bunch of his childhood friends, stressful enough without the added bonus of you being the designated driver, so you had had to watch everyone slowly getting more and more intoxicated while you nursed the same diet coke for three hours straight. you’d offered to stay sober, but only because logan had emphasised that he hadn’t seen these friends in years, and it would be really nice to catch up with them over a beer, and you don’t really drink that much anyway, so you don’t mind driving, right?

“I don’t mind.” you’d said, because you knew logan had been having a tough season, and you wanted nothing more than to see him enjoying himself with his friends. and you. that had been the key part that was missing. you tried to join in on their conversations, you really did, but they were full of stories from the time before you even knew logan, sentences always seeming to start with “do you remember when…”. and every time you tried to speak up, to input something, the topic would change again, someone speaking over the top of you to remind the group of another funny anecdote from their past. you tried to catch logan’s eye, but to no avail, too wrapped up in old memories and the beer in his hand.

eventually you’d made an excuse about going to find the toilet, and disappeared off into a living room that no one was in. you weren’t even sure whether logan had noticed you were gone; you could still hear the ringing of his laughter drifting through the cracks between the door and the doorframe. at the least the dog came to find you. dogs were always the best thing at parties.

the worst part was that you didn’t know how to handle this. it had never happened before, you weren’t used to it. logan was always so attentive, so loving, so caring. he never failed to tell you, or show you, how much you really meant to him, his light shining through the darkness that had been this rollercoaster of a season. but around his friends, he just seemed different. like he’d forgotten you were even there.

the silence lasted the rest of the drive home. you once risked a glance across to logan, but his head was turning away, chin resting in his hand, his elbow propped against the passenger window, looking out at the world passing by as if he was deep in thought. from this angle, you couldn’t read his expression. you didn’t know if you even wanted to.

“I’m sorry, please, y/n, if I’ve done something wrong…”

logan tried again as you entered his apartment, his words slurred slightly, reminding you that now wasn’t time for this conversation when he was several beers deep and you were stone cold sober.

“really, lo, it’s…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it’s fine, so you just shook your head instead. “let’s just talk about it in the morning, okay?” you murmured, catching a glimpse of his crestfallen expression as you passed by him, a sight that made your heart ache. you both got ready for bed without speaking again, the tension in the air uncomfortable.

and when morning rolled around and the sun filtering through the curtains woke you from sleep, you found yourself still reluctant to talk about it. you rolled over, turning to face logan, only to find a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at you.

“you were mad at me.”

you bit back a sarcastic good morning to you too. now was not the time.

“what?” you tried feigning ignorance, voice quiet.

“last night, you were mad at me.” logan repeated, and you realised you weren’t getting out of this one. “why? I don’t get it; did you not have a good time?”

you blinked, letting his word settle in your mind, before your brows folded into a soft frown.

“you didn’t even notice?” you murmured, knowing what the answer would be.

“notice what?” logan’s face scrunched up in confusion, searching back through his memories, desperately trying to remember something specific in the haze of what had happened last night. you sighed. it was the answer you’d been expecting, and dreading.

“I left, like, halfway through. went and sat in the living room. alone.” you explained, trying to spell it out for him. logan’s confused expression deepened.

“w- wha- why?” he stuttered, propping himself up on his elbow, “baby, you should’ve told me if you weren’t having a good-“

“I tried to!” you cut him off sharply, tone growing exasperated, “I tried to, but I couldn’t get your attention. not even for two minutes. it felt like I wasn’t even there.”

he opened his mouth to argue, but found nothing to argue back with. now that he thought about it, you were right. he had barely noticed you, once he was surrounded by his friends and stories of old times, and he felt fucking awful about it.

“I’m sorry. oh, fuck, babe, I really am sorry.” he stammered, trying to get all his apologies out at once, words tripping out over his tongue. you both appreciated and hated seeing him so remorseful; you knew you couldn’t just let it slide, or it would only happen again and make you feel worse, but at the same time you knew logan was genuinely sorry.

“it’s okay, lo.” you reached out a hand, taking his in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. he drew in a soft breath, as if he expected a fight instead of forgiveness, and when his eyes met yours again they were glistening with unshed tears of remorse, “it was an accident, I know you didn’t mean to. everyone makes mistakes, right? we’re learning together.” you continued, a soft smile spreading across your face as you watched him relax slightly, tension leaving his shoulders. he nodded, ducking his head away to try and hide the tear thar had slipped down his cheek.

“right,” he agreed shakily, “I’m still sorry I made you feel forgotten about, really. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“I know.” you replied softly, releasing his hand from yours and instead holding out both your arms as a silent invitation. logan was only too happy to accept, shuffling across the bed towards you and burying his head into the crook of your neck, your arms securing around his back. you felt him take a deep breath into your shoulder, chest rising deeply before falling back down again.

“I really love you, you know that, right?” he murmured, voice muffled as he rested his cheek against your skin. you chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

“I know. I love you too, Lo.”

a/n: i tried so hard to leave this on a more angsty ending but honestly i just can’t be mean to logan for more than five seconds he deserves happiness even if its just in fictional form

[daemour]

Pairing: Yunho x f! yn, mentioned possible woosan

Word Count: 4002

Warnings: cursing, kissing

Genre: Angst, fluff, e2l, school setting (unspecified), E for everyone

Summary: Getting flowers from a secret admirer was the highlight of your week. But with a certain blonde student disrupting your every day, things may change.

Hello @hotteoki <3 I am your secret admirer! It was great getting to know you and I hope you enjoy this! It kinda got away from me, and I do have a bonus woosan drabble that connect to this so i hope you enjoy it! and can you figure out who was giving the flowers?

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“Ooh, look how popular you are, (Y/N), you got flowers again!”

Your peace of mind is shattered when you hear your worst enemy, Jeong Yunho walk by and tease you about your secret admirer. “Just because you’re going to die a lonely old geezer doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy my flowers, Jeong,” you snap at him before returning your gaze to the bouquet of wildflowers lying on your desk. Every Monday, an assortment of flowers would be waiting for you, and every Monday Yunho teases you about it incessantly.

Yunho cackles, leaning forward (on your desk, might you add) and poking at the flowers. “What’d you get this time? White and purple lilacs? Cute. This person must really like you, (Y/N)...I feel sorry for them.” He punctuates each word with another poke and you close your eyes, exasperated.

“Jeong Yunho, get back in your seat before I smack you,” you threaten, but it does nothing to intimidate your personal pain in the ass. All he does is laugh and raise his hands in mock surrender.

“Hey man, I’m just saying. You’re so mean to me already, how would you be if they came out and told you.”

You blink at him, barely processing his words before your mouth drops open and you get ready to retort when the teacher comes in and you’re forced to sit down with a polite smile.

“Mr Jeong, please take a seat so we may begin our lesson,” your teacher calls out and Yunho shoots you a smile that you want to wipe off his face before taking his seat.

-

“I don’t understand what he has got against me,” you complain to your friends as soon as you sit at your lunch table. “Ever since we went into college he’s made it his life’s mission to annoy me. I don’t think we ever interacted with each other in middle school. Or even high school! I know he’s my neighbour or whatever, but he could stand to be nicer.”

Wooyoung slurps on his banana milk, not even caring about your issues, but Seonghwa leans forward, always invested in the gossip. Even if he’s heard the same thing from you dozens of times. “Maybe he likes you?”

You scoff loudly at the suggestion. “Ew, no.” You shake your head and shut down that idea. “Even if he did, that’s no way to get me to like you back! What, I fall into his arms? ‘Oh, Yunho, thanks for making fun of me and putting me down at any moment you get!’ Yeah, that’ll work.”

You roll your eyes so harshly you think they might pop out of your head and Wooyoung finally looks up. “Have you told him to stop?” You open your mouth to object but your friend cuts in again. “Or do you just fight him back and keep playing his game?”

You blink owlishly before sighing and leaning back in your chair. “You know, sometimes you can be pretty smart.”

Wooyoung nods happily before it hits him and his head snaps toward you. “Sometimes?”

-

Your usual bouquet awaits you when you arrive at school the following Monday. This week it’s white lilies and you stop to breathe in the fresh scent. But to your surprise, something else is sitting on your desk. A packet of mentos sits plain on the desk and you stare at it for a few unblinking moments.

“Do you like it?” You jump at Yunho’s voice suddenly appearing from behind you.

Of course. You whirl around and point at the offender. “Can’t you leave me alone? I don’t know what I’ve done to make you hate me, but really, dude. What lengths are you going to go to? How did you even find out my least favourite candy? Why do you keep bothering me day after day?”

Yunho stares at you, his eyes wide and you almost feel bad. Almost. But you shake away these unwanted thoughts and narrow your eyes. Wooyoung was right—you let the teasing go on for far too long. “Just leave me alone,” you sigh and plop down in your seat and bury your head in your arms, no longer wanting to see your biggest tormenter. (And yes, you are exaggerating.)

Yunho mumbles something you can’t quite hear but you’re unbothered by it and just steadily ignore him. There’s another pause before you hear him walk away and your shoulders relax. But even so, you can’t help but feel guilt for how you snapped at Yunho. Maybe he really didn’t know you were feeling annoyed.

But no, you can’t bend like that. He’s been bothering you for a good part of the school year and even if he thought you were okay with it, surely he should’ve at least gotten to know you before jumping into teasing you.

You have more important things to worry about anyway, such as your secret admirer. Every time you see a new bouquet on the desk, your heart rate spikes and you can’t stop a smile from growing on your face.

But, the more you think about it, the more worried you are about what the outcome of this would be.

-

And lately, not just flowers have been appearing on your desk. Sometimes, there’s a phone charm, maybe a strawberry milk or two, always something extra alongside it. It’s only made you more curious about your secret admirer, and you can’t stop talking about it to your friends.

In your quest, you’ve narrowed it down to two people, Choi Jongho and Kang Yeosang. Both are in your grade, although you don’t talk to them very often. You just know they’re on the quieter side so would be more likely to prefer secret gifts. Plus, you’ve had projects with both of them so they are at least connected to you in some way.

“Are you just going to spend your lunch doing this?” Wooyoung barges into your empty homeroom during lunch, carrying his lunch as well as a sandwich from the cafeteria for you. He pulls a chair in front of you and sits. “You gotta at least eat. Just because Hwa is sick doesn’t mean I’m gonna feed you in his place.”

You laugh, looking up at him and taking the sandwich. “Aren’t you doing that right now though?” You dodge his swat, laughing as you push aside your gifts of the day. “Anyways, yes. I have my guesses narrowed down, but even if they’re both wrong is just fun to me,” you shrug.

Wooyoung hums, leaning forward to poke at the ring pop. “Can I eat this?”

You can’t help but snort, nodding. “Go ahead. But, you know, I wonder if they’d ever come forward. All I get are gifts and I don’t know if they’d ever tell me how they feel. That's why I keep guessing. I want to know.”

A sigh escapes Wooyoung’s mouth, and he cocks his head. “But (Y/N), what if they don’t want to be known? I mean, maybe they’d just like to be anonymous and just it die after graduation?”

You shrug, meeting his eyes. “I just wouldn’t want to live my life not knowing. Of course it can be scary to confess, but missing that chance would be worse, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t ever reject them meanly if they turn out to be someone I wouldn’t like. Hell, my two guesses I don’t know if I’d want to date.”

Wooyoung nods, relaxing in his chair. “No, that makes sense. It’s better to get a solid answer than not. Do you think they’ll ever reveal it?”

Yet again, you shrug. “I really don’t know. I would understand if they don’t, but I hope they do.”

Wooyoung opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, the door to the classroom opens and an unfortunately familiar head of hair pokes through. “What are you doing here, Jeong?” you snap, eyes narrowing. “Can’t even have lunch in peace now?”

A choked sound escapes Yunho’s throat and he looks ready to run back out and pretend it never happened, but he swallows it back and steps into the classroom. “I want to talk to you, (Y/N). I promise it’s nothing bad. Will you hear me out?”

You narrow your eyes and beckon him closer. “Fine. What is it?”

His eyes flick to Wooyoung, who leans back with a face of disapproval. “You can say it in front of me too,” he states, his expression unchanging.

At that moment, you really appreciate Wooyoung. Although he’s the one who told you to set a boundary with Yunho instead of letting him have his fun, he’ll still have your back. Yunho glances at you but you make no move to correct Wooyoung so he sighs and steps fully into the room.

“It’s about the gifts. And no, it’s not a joke,” Yunho quickly adds when he sees your face shift to a deeper frown. “Uh. I was just passing by when I heard you talking to Wooyoung and I figured I should tell you now.”

A sinking feeling starts to grow in your stomach. “No–”

Wooyoung starts to look genuinely regretful that he decided to stay, and you can’t blame him one bit. “It is me,” Yunho confirms. “I wasn’t the flowers.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “You think that helps, Jeong?” You let out an exasperated sigh and a shake of your head. “You’ve been making my life here difficult for the better part of a year and I finally tell you off. And you think adding to my confusion on the secret admirer is going to help? You must be crazy.”

Yunho shakes his head frantically. “No, it’s not just that. Of course, I wanted to show I was sorry but there’s another reason. I…uh. Do I really have to say it in front of Wooyoung?”

You frown, eyes flicking back and forth between them before you sigh and concede. “Wooyoung, could you give him some privacy?”

With a nod and a face of pure happiness at not having to witness what would be awkward for him, Wooyoung practically runs out of the classroom, leaving everything but the sandwich he had brought for you. “What did you want to say, Jeong?”

“I like you, (Y/N).”

Before his words settle fully your head’s already a mess. “What?” You can’t get a full sentence out, just blinking at your classmate, whose ears seem to be turning red. “No, this is another prank, right? You’ve decided that I can’t just have a good time with my friends.”

Yunho steps forward, pleading with his eyes but you scoot back in your chair. “(Y/N), please. I’m being serious. I wouldn’t joke about that.”

“You wouldn’t?” You scoff, even though it sounds a bit wet. “Tell me, why would I believe that? Even if you had left me alone, that doesn’t erase everything else you did to me. You don’t act with sincerity, Yunho. Go away like I told you to weeks ago.”

Yunho frowns and doesn’t go away, only coming even closer. “How can I make it up to you?”

“You can make it up to me by leaving me alone. You can’t expect me to like you after bothering me so much, really now, Yunho.” You shake your head again, standing up and gathering your stuff, pointedly leaving the gifts he had been giving you on the desk. “I should go find Wooyoung now.”

And before Yunho can say anything you leave him standing in the middle of the class as you wander through the halls hoping to pass the time before your next class (thankfully not with him).

-

“Can you believe he did that?” You groan, pressing your face against Seonghwa’s shoulder as Wooyoung awkwardly pats your back. After successfully avoiding Yunho for the next week, you had to call an emergency movie night with your friends to figure out what to do.

“Well, I hate to say it, but I told you–” Seonghwa cuts off his jibe when you glare at him. “Look, (Y/N), you don’t have to accept him or even be friends. But maybe you could just let him try and redeem himself. He seems genuinely sorry. And if you do that and then still tell him no, maybe then you could feel less conflicted about it.”

“I don’t know if you should do that,” Wooyoung cuts in.

Both you and Seonghwa turn to face him with confused looks. Out of the three of you, Wooyoung was the most realistic when it came to Yunho. Seonghwa wanted it to end up like a storybook romance, while you just wanted to never speak to Yunho ever again. Wooyoung had always been the voice of reason that maybe Yunho just didn’t mean it with malice and was the one to tell you to set a boundary with Yunho in the first place.

“Why not?” Seonghwa frowns, shifting so that he can face the two of you properly. “Out of us all, you’re probably the closest to him since you know his friend, San.”

Wooyoung snorts, waving his hands. “Just because I’m friends with San doesn’t mean I’m friends with Yunho. I just think if (Y/N) doesn’t want to have anything to do with Yunho, then that’s that.” He shrugs, leaning over to grab a handful of popcorn but Seonghwa isn’t letting it go.

“But I feel like it would be good for Yunho to learn how to properly apologise,” Seonghwa argues again. “He shouldn’t expect you to fall for him after he confesses right after an apology.”

You bite your lip and look at your hands clasped on your lap. Both of your friends have a good point, and to be honest, before Yunho had started bothering you, you didn’t hate him. In fact, every so often you had thought about inviting him to hang out with the three of you. You sigh again. “I’ll try. Just till the end of the school year, okay? When I see him with his friends he seems like a genuinely nice guy. Plus, wouldn’t it just make things awkward with you and San, Woo? San is one of Yunho’s closest friends after all.”

Wooyoung shrugs, still clearly unhappy but not willing to fight any longer. “What’s the worst thing that can happen? Yunho’s a cool guy, so I do hope he doesn’t screw it up.”

Seonghwa laughs. “Who knows? Maybe in the end, they’ll fall in love and get married and I’ll be the best man..”

You laugh and shove at him. “In your dreams. You just want to be in the wedding party.”

Seonghwa shrugs, leaning over to rustle your hair. “We all know it's true.”

-

“Oh, hi, Yunho.”

You didn't even have to find the tall blond this time. He's waiting by your locker. How did he even find out the number? You have no idea, and you’re not too sure you want to know.

“(Y/N), can I say something?” He holds out a bag with all the gifts you had left behind the previous week. “And you can honestly keep these. I don't like these candies anyway.”

“Uh. Sure? Thanks.” You take the plastic bag from his outstretched hands with only a little hesitation. “What's up?”

Yunho blinks, surprised at your willingness to listen, although he quickly composes himself. “Uh. My friend, San, told me I should apologise sincerely, not just saying sorry and then confessing.”

You can't help but smile at that—San and Seonghwa would probably make good friends. “Well, that would be appreciated,” you joke and Yunho’s body relaxes at your short laugh. “I can't fall in love if you go from bullying to loving.”

Both of you realise at the same moment how badly timed that joke was, but Yunho gracefully ignores that. “Would…would you like to go to the library with me after school today to work on finals?” Yunho almost whispers, as if he’s scared you would reject him. And at any time before today, you probably would’ve. But this time, you offer a small, unsure smile.

“Sure.”

And although your brain is screaming at you, your heart is telling you that this is not a mistake.

-

As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve grown close to Jeong Yunho. and his dumb smile. His jokes that somehow always make you laugh and also want to choke him out sometimes. Even your friend group has warmed up to him. Seonghwa still teases you in private about being with Yunho, but Wooyoung is just as friendly as ever and…also seems to be joining in with Seonghwa on the teasing. You’re not quite sure what to make of it.

But one problem still persists—the question of your secret admirer. The flowers have dwindled, although they’re still showing up. It’s almost finals week and you’re stressing out of your mind over the exams, and sometimes you can’t help but wonder to yourself if the person’s crush on you is dwindling. And why don’t you feel bad about it?

At first, you thought you liked them, whoever they are. You’d smile every time you see the flowers and you were genuinely relieved that your secret admirer wasn’t Yunho. But these days, you look at Yunho, and you wonder what would’ve happened if you had said yes to his confession. Would he hold you gently the way he holds your weekly bouquet to admire it?

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?” Wooyoung’s voice cuts through your thoughts, his hand waving in front of your face.

“Ah– Sorry, Wooyoung. What’s up?”

“No, no, you seem distracted.” Wooyoung plops down in front of you, leaning onto your desk and looking up at you with his brows furrowed just slightly. “Is something wrong?”

You shrug. “It’s just that…I’m confused.” You sigh from your bones, propping your head up with your head. “I couldn’t stand Yunho for such a long time, and yet, these days I can’t seem to get enough of him. I look at him and I’m fond. I’m not looking at him and I’m fond. But what about my secret admirer? They’ve been constantly there for me just by giving me flowers. It’s always perked me up. But I don’t think I like them the way they want me to…the way I want to.”

Wooyoong frowns. “What do you mean, the way you want to? You can’t help it if you don’t have feelings for them. And sure, maybe you appreciate them, but it doesn’t mean you have to like them back. It’s not like you’re dating. Hell, you don’t even know who they are. Maybe they won’t give a shit, or maybe they’ll be disappointed but what can they do if they never told you?” He shrugs. “If you like Yunho, just go for it. He’s a nice guy, outside of how he treated you. And a little birdie may have told me that he still likes you.”

You nod, defeated and yet relieved. “That’s true. Hey, Wooyoung.” Your close friend cocks his head, looking at you with wide eyes. “Thank you for your advice. I do appreciate you keeping my head out of my ass and in line. I know I don’t say it enough to you and Seonghwa, but you guys are my closest friends and I love you guys.”

Wooyoung’s smile softens as he leans in to give you a warm hug. “Can’t leave you floundering by yourself, dumbass.”

You slap Wooyoung on the shoulder but don’t break the hug. “Fuck off, idiot. I hope you stub your toe today.” You pause. “Did Yunho really tell San he still likes me?”

-

You can’t stop pacing the park in front of the school. You asked Yunho to meet you there after the last day of classes, hoping to ask him out, but now you’re starting to regret it. What if Wooyoung and San were mistaken and Yunho no longer likes you? What if he just laughs in your face and tells you it was a farce for a last prank before your graduation? You bring your thumb up to your mouth, biting on the nail as you debate between just playing it off as wanting to go to the arcade, or whether you should suck it up and tell Yunho. Or you just ditch him here and go home and eat a big tub of ice cream. The choice is yours.

You’re about three steps into your last plan of leaving when a warm hand grasps your wrist. “Hey, sorry it took me so long,” a familiar low voice hums. “San needed to talk to me. Hey, did you know–”

“Can I ask you–”

The two of you pause before giggling at the cliche interruption. “You go first,” you offer. “I want to hear the tea.” You wriggle your eyebrows at Yunho, making your friend snort.

“Did you know San likes Wooyoung?”

You blink for a moment before a grin breaks out on your face. “Oh, really? That’s so cute! I don’t know San well, but I know Wooyoung’s pretty fond of him. Hopefully it works out for them!” You’re pretty sure you’re practically sparkling from hearing about this. Wooyoung has always been the single one in your friend group—Seonghwa’s dating this one girl from a different area and they’ve been happy for years, and you’ve had on-and-off partners through the years. It would be nice if he finally liked someone.

Yunho nods, pleased. “I hope so too. They would be cute together. Anyways, what did you want to ask me?”

Ah. You’re pretty sure you’re looking a little sick from how Yunho’s barely hiding his concern behind his eyes. “Uh. So. I changed my mind. See you at graduation!” And hopefully never again.

But before you can back out like a coward and never face Yunho again, you catch a twinkle in his eyes and a knowing smile and you immediately have a sinking feeling in your gut. If your fears are confirmed, you’ll make sure to write a nice eulogy for your friend. “...What did Wooyoung tell San and what did San tell you?”

Yunho chuckles. “Same as what San told Wooyoung, who told you.” His smile somehow grows even larger. “Honestly, the only reason I haven’t killed San yet is because I’d like to see him and Wooyoung get together.”

Your eyes narrow. “Well, I’m not sparing Wooyoung that same courtesy. I sure hope San’s able to keep Wooyoung alive.” You turn away, ready to find Wooyoung to beat him up but the grip that you forgot Yunho had on your wrist tightens and he tucks you into a back hug, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

It feels like time stops as you can hardly breathe when Yunho’s chin rests on your shoulder. “You can fight Wooyoung later, but I think something is slightly more important than that.” And before you can say anything, Yunho spins you around and presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Now it really feels like time has stopped for you, but all you can do is stare up at him with your face slowly heating up until you feel you may melt. “Uh,” is all you manage to eloquently say, but Yunho just smiles, waiting for you to gather your thoughts while looking at you softly. “Uh. I think that slightly is a bit of an understatement.”

Yunho bursts out laughing at your admission, leaning in again until his nose brushes against yours. “There’s the (Y/N) I know and love. May I kiss you again?”

You’re pretty sure he can feel the heat radiating off your face, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you nod before whispering out a ‘yes’. And, before you can even blink, his plush lips are on yours again. It feels like a daydream, but as your hands come up to cup Yunho’s face, you smile into the kiss and feel at home in his arms.

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The Anomaly || JJK

Bonus Chapter: Nanami Kento

summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe. (or, for this chapter, Nanami's favorite moments with you)

wordcount : 2.3k

Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, mostly platonic Nanami Kento x reader for this one

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2016, Parallel Jujutsu Kaisen Universe 

" Okay, so because the two of you have been a pain in everyone's ass- Here's Nanami Kento! Jujutsu Tech's ex-salary man!"

Gojo Satoru is much too excited as he introduces you and Sukuna to the blonde, who's raising a brow in question.

" Please don't introduce me like that. Also, they look young. Are they even students yet?"

" We may be young, but I promise you I can beat your ass."

Nanami blinks at 14 year old Sukuna. You grin from beside him.

Nanami blinks at you too.

" They're a little younger indeed, they'll be students here in 2 years. "

Gojo is still much too excited about the whole deal. Sending two fourteen year olds along with him on missions doesn't sound like a good idea.

" No. They'll just be in the way."

From the corner of Nanami's eye, he can see you pout, cocking your head.

" Well, either they go with you or they go with me. The higher ups ordered it, and there's no one else I trust with them." 

Nanami raises a brow.

" Why would the higher ups order this?"

Both Sukuna and you are listening in on their conversation, and neither Gojo nor Nanami miss that.

However, just to their luck-

" Ah, Sukuna. Back here to get your ass beat?"

The teen snorts as he turns around, a smirk on his face as he smirks at Maki.

" You wish! I've been practicing. I'm sure I've gotten stronger!"

And just like that, Sukuna is tugging you along, away from the two adults who are very grateful for this coincidental moment.

" They want Y/N dead. They don't really care about Sukuna, but the two of them stick together like glue. "

Nanami glances at Gojo in surprise.

" Why? They're only children."

" Exactly. They're weak now. Easy to kill. Y/N's cursed technique renders the Kamo clan's immobile. They're powerless against her. Of course, they don't accept that. "

" I thought Y/N is from the Kamo clan?"

" She is. Hence why the higher ups are send onto them instead of any of the Kamo members. They're afraid of her parents."

Nanami nods.

He vividly remembers your mother, and has only heard rumors about your father. Not two people you want to be up against, not two people who'll allow you to get away if you'd murder their child.

Nanami thinks about it for a moment, before sighing.

" How often would I need to take them with me?"

" Once or twice a week for the summer break. They'll spend the rest of their time with Maki, Panda, the Jujutsu Tech staff members, Nitta and Ijichi."

Nanami nods.

" Alright. I'll find time. They will not be going on missions though."

-

Nanami finds himself pleasantly surprised. You're a pleasant kid to be around, mature enough to understand obvious choices. Sukuna is sadly not. The teenager is rude, annoying, and tends to only listen once he's beat up. Very annoying. Thankfully, you seem to cancel out his annoying attitude pleasantly, making your time together less of a forced hassle and much more pleasant.

Unexpectedly, he had found himself growing closer with you especially. He learned how to work with Sukuna. Now it never went as smoothly as it was when talking to you, but it was nice nonetheless.

Today is one of those very, very rare days. One he willingly chooses to spend with his colleagues.

" Turn right here."

Ijichi does as he says.

In the backseat, your face is pressed to the window. Sukuna is sat beside you, playing some Dark Dome puzzle game on his phone. (Idk if u ever did but I promise their games are awesome and fun.)

Beside him is none other than Satoru Gojo. For some reason, he has invited himself on this trip as well. Nanami figures that this must be so he can slack off more than he usually does. And although Nanami disapproves, he does accept it. You especially seemed happy when Gojo announced he'd join on your trip, and for some silly reason, Nanami finds himself much more relaxed when you're around.

" So, where are we going again? Are we there yet?" 

It's Sukuna who's asking the question, eyes still on his mobile game.

Meanwhile you gasp, your eyes shining as you take in the sight in front of you.

" Nanami, is that the beach?!"

Now this seemed to catch Sukuna's attention. Finally, he saves his game and tucks his phone away, peeking over your shoulder. The two of you looking at your new surroundings with wide eyes.

Indeed, the car has driven into a dune like range, sand meddling with the road now.

Moments later, you're stepping out of the car, and you're jumping in excitement as you make your way to the ocean. Nanami is walking beside you, his jacket slung over his arm, his hands tucked in his pocket.

It's too cold to swim today, so he hadn't told you nor Sukuna nor anyone else to bring swimsuits. However, it was rare to have the time to actually come all the way here. He figured he might as well make use of it.

" The base of your cursed technique is water. I figured you'd like the ocean."

And you do. He can see it in the way your eyes twinkle, taking in the sight of you.

Behind the two of you, Sukuna and Gojo are fooling around, with Ijichi watching them with a smile. It's a relaxing, rare moment.

" I do! This feels great!" 

All Nanami can do is chuckle as you approach the ocean. 

You don't allow the cold water to deter you. You run straight into the water, allowing it to reach to your knees.

Sukuna chases after you, as exited as you are.

" Woah! The water is so cold- Doesn't it bother you?"

" No- Watch this!"

Focusing, you raise your palms, and soon enough, you're taking control of the water surrounding you.

Nanami is watching you with a fond smile, the breeze running through his hair as he breaths in the scent of the ocean.

" You've grown quite fond of them, haven't you? "

Nanami hums, not ashamed to admit that he has. Gojo grins at nothing in particular.

" Me too- Wait,what?" 

Gojo has peeled away part of his blindfold to look at where you're stood in the water, focusing on your surroundings.

Nanami raises a brow.

" Something wrong? "

" Y/N's cursed energy- It's changing-"

Both men watch with wide eyes as you create a water hose. You seem to have fun with it too. 

Sukuna, who seemingly has no fear of dying, is having fun too, completely swept up in the whirlwind of water.

Nanami face palms. He'll have to teach the two of you how to be less reckless together. For now however, he'll let you have this moment. 

-

Many hours later, you're sat on the grassy field of Jujutsu Tech, waiting for your parents. Sukuna is inside the building with Gojo and Ijichi, now sneezing and probably sick thanks to the cold temperature of the water.

" Thank you for bringing us there. It was beautiful. I never felt so... free."

You're smiling at him, all happy and content.

And like always, Nanami smiles back, feeling more relaxed with you than he does with most people.

" I love the ocean myself too. It was as much fun for me as it is for you." 

You grin at his words.

For a moment, a silence settles over the two of you. However, it's pleasant. Today was the last day of your summer break/Jujutsu Tech stay. After the weekend, you will be in your final year for middle school and he will go back to the routine he was used to before this summer.

" Y/N?"

You turn to him, humming.

" Yeah?"

" On the first day I watched over you and Sukuna, I told you that you didn't have the power required to be a sorcerer."

You hum, nodding.

" Yeah, I know..."

" I'd like to take that back-"

Originally, you had averted your gaze to look at the sky again, however, hearing his words, you turn back to him with wide eyes.

" -You're powerful. I truly underestimated you. You can make it. If you want to be a Jujutsu sorcerer, then you should pursue it."

Truth to be told, Nanami just knew you had the power to change things. Perhaps, if you followed Gojo a little bit, and learned what you needed to know, you'd be very well on your way.

You were meant for something great. He just knew it.

You smile at him, feeling proud you somehow managed to get a compliment like this one out of him.

" Thank you! Don't worry. I'll make sure you and so many others will have the chance to rest." 

Nanami smiles back at you in return.

-

4 months ago, Parallel Jujutsu Kaisen Universe 

" Oh, Nanami, you're here!"

Nanami glances up from the newspaper he's reading, greeting you with a smile. Opposite him, Gojo gapes at him.

" So you do know how to smile!"

Nanami pointedly ignores him like he's been doing for the past ten minutes.

" Y/N, it's nice to see you again."

You grin at his words, nodding in agreement.

" It is! I thought I'd notice your cursed energy here. Are you busy?"

" Not yet. I still have some hours left until the meeting starts. "

" Cool. I've made a sourdough starter. Wanna make bread?" 

He raises a brow, not having expected that. Nonetheless, he gets up, putting the paper he had been reading to the side.

" Sure, I have time for that."

About 5 minutes later, Nanami finds himself stood in the dormitories' kitchen. He hasn't been here in a very long while.

The two of you are having fun setting the dough, measuring the ingredients to a recipe you found online and working together to make two buns of dough.

Nanami can't help but enjoy the moment. It's been a while since he made sourdough, and it's also been a while since he spent time with you. 

You're one of the rare students he doesn't mind spending his free time with. Your demeanor is calm enough around him, and you're not constantly filling his head with nonsense like Gojo.

Soon enough, two balls of dough are rising under a plastic bubble wrap and a hand towel.

The two of you are chatting away peacefully in the kitchen, waiting on the dough.

Suddenly, Yuuji pops his head in the kitchen, having smelled something from a distance.

" Y/N, what're you baking- Oh, Nanamin, you're here too?"

Of course, Yuuji knows that Nanami had looked over you a few years ago, and that you hung out from time to time together in a peaceful manner.

" Good afternoon, Itadori."

" We're making bread."

" What kind?"

" Sourdough- I put moonseeds on mine." 

Yuuji hums, before joining the two of you in the kitchen area, idly chatting away.

Truth to be told, Nanami is more fond of Yuuji than Sukuna. He's pleasant to be around, and a much better listener than his twin counterpart.

The last few hours are spent chatting away with both you and Yuuji, content to spend time together in the kitchen.

At the end of the day, Nanami leaves with a small loaf of bread in a plastic bag. Feeling content and happy in that rare way he rarely does.

-

Modern day, Parallel Jujutsu Kaisen Universe 

" Fushiguro-"

Nanami Kento is taken by surprise as he notices the teenager, all bloodied up, like he just returned from a huge fight.

" Nanami-"

Fushiguro has to take a break from speaking, breathing in deeply. Either he rushed all the way here, or he's in pain.

" Fushiguro, go see Ieri, you loo-"

" No. I'm fine.- Y/N's not dead."

Nanami's eyes widen. He rushes the teenager to sit down, wanting to know more.

Although he's never admitted it out loud, he cares about you a lot. Not that he ever needed to admit it, everyone was already well aware of it.

Megumi sits down beside him, throwing the weapon he's holding on the table.

Sukuna's Inverted Spear of Heaven. A weapon the marked boy doesn't leave lying around.

Why did Megumi have it?

" Sukuna and I- We went looking for her. Instead, we found it. Some curse. It almost looks human- it's intelligent. It got Sukuna. I saw it from a distant. It uses some kind of golden ring to teleport them somewhere. My guess is very far away."

Nanami's taking in the information, surprised, but glad.

At least he knows you're alive. He'll be able to notify your parents and let them know. 

He will bring you and Sukuna back.

One thing however, he's sure of. Nothing will be able to kill you if you and Sukuna stick together.

" Fushiguro, we need to talk to Gojo."

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Let's have some fun - chapter 5.5

Hey, I'm alive!

Been busy lately and focused mostly on Roman Sionis fics.

This chapter is a bonus, it happened between chapters 5 and 6 and shows what happened when Y/N got drunk. I didn't plan to post it at first, because the vibe is more loose, a bit comical, but I had fun writing it, so here you have it :). Let them have one day off.

Y/N doesn't remember any of that so it has to stay only between us.

Have fun!

Read chapter 5.5 on ao3

Pairing: Lalo x Reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: smut with some plot. It's my own english translation so constructive critisism is appraciated :3

Fragment:

“Do you have everything?” 

The night was warm, the fresh air greeted you like an old friend as you stepped out of the club. Lalo was guiding you the whole way towards the exit, keeping his hand wound around your waist. Now when you walked outside, he didn’t take it away.

The sense of time left you as you stopped paying counting how many Pornstar Martinis you drank. The sweetness of the drink perfectly concealed the bitterness of the alcohol, which after a while caused that the inside of the club and of your head become pleasantly dim. As if all people around you had disappeared, it didn’t matter, you didn’t pay attention to them, as if they weren’t actually there.

The alcohol calmed down your intrusive thoughts, which was good but the side effect was that you were hardly standing on your feet and words that were leaving your mouth didn’t sound that brilliant. 

“Yes, I do. I need to call a cab.” you slurred. 

“No worry, querida.”

Lalo reached for the pocket of his jeans and took his phone. Maybe you would notice it, if you weren’t focusing that much on how warm his hand was, resting on your back. It felt good. You leaned more towards him and hung on his shoulder. His whole body was always hot as if he was spending the whole day in the sun. How was it possible? Was he made out of sun? Or fire. Yeah, fire was more like it.

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Hello 😊 how are you?

I’ve been wondering please write Xavier x shy femreader who’s a normie and they’re dating. When every time she visit Xavier at the weathervane (I don’t drink coffee, I’m hot chocolate heavy on the whipped cream), her jock best friend along with his friends go with her bc they wanted to see Xavier being clingy lovey dovey towards her. Bonus: she & her friends are also friends with Eugene Ottinger & Wednesday Addams

𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐞-𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐓.

SUMMARY: Xavier and Y/n want their friends to meet, little do they know they all made a bet on who is the clingiest.

PAIRING: Xavier Thorpe x Reader

WARNING: grammar mistakes, Xavier being a clingy hoe.

A/n: I totally agree with the hot chocolate I don't like coffee because it doesn't taste right for some reason. Thank you for this request! if you have any more don't be afraid to share<3

Words:552

This is horribly written but anyways.

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Are you sure that your friends are okay, with me being a normie?

I text Xavier unsure about this whole thing. Me and Xavier wanted to meet each other's friends, but I am getting bad feelings about this. I hope everything goes smoothly.

Baby there is no need to be nervous they're going to love you

He replied in a matter of seconds:

Nevermore students usually hate norms because they hate them. I do not find harm to people who are different.

"Y/nnnn." A familiar voice sings from outside my room. "Are you ready?" Jaden asks me.

I have known Jaden since 1st grade. Some kids had snatched my animal crackers out of my hand, and Jaden took them back and pushed the kid onto the ground.

"Yeah, I guess,'' I answer, I grab my shoes from my shoe rack and I walk out of my room.

Once I enter the living room, I see my friends.

Tay, Jamie, & Hayden. I met all of them through Jaden. They're all like brothers to me.

They all wanted to meet Xavier to make sure 'He was right for me, ’ as they would put it.

“Hurry up we’re ready to meet your lover boy.” Jamie says. I blush at the fact that they call Xavier my lover boy.

"Let me put my shoes on." I say.

Jaden drives us to weathervane. The whole car ride was just them teasing me about Xavier.

We were the first to arrive. I picked up a booth close to the door. About two minutes later, Xavier and his friends walked through the door.

Xavier, Enid, Ajax, and Wednesdays walked toward the booth. "Hey, baby." Xavier said, then, leaning in and giving me a kiss.

Xavier slides next to me. His friends found places to sit. "Hi, I'm Enid nice to meet you!" A cheery blonde girl with pink and blue ends says, holding out her hand to shake.

"I'm Y/n." I say shaking her hand. Everyone then introduces themselves to one another.

"We've heard a lot about you." Ajax says from across the table: "A lot would be an understatement." Wednesday adds. Xavier goes red at the comment, and so do I.

The group then started talking about other things. Xavier slides his hand into mine. "I love you." he leans over and says into my ear, and I feel my face heat up.

"I love you too." I whisper into his ear. "Are you guys even listening?" Tay said, causing the whole table to look at me and Xavier.

"Me, Wednesday, Ajax, and Hayden clearly already won the bet, you guys might as well give up." Jaden says. "What I bet?'' I ask them.

Everyone's face panics except for me, Xavier, and Wednesday's natural glare.

''Idiot." Jamie says smacking the back of Jaden's head "What are you guys talking about?" Xavier asks.

"Jaden should be the one to tell them since he blabbed about it." Ajax says. "That's not fair!" Jaden whines as a two-year-old would. "Fuck! I'll do it!" Enid says rolling her eyes at the boys childist behavor.

"So basically everyone made a bet on who would be the clingiest." Enid explains.

"Anyways, I clearly one nothing new." Jaden says "You guys are so childish." I giggle.

"Who was the clingiest though?" Xavier asked

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As It Was [Chapter 4][Hangman x Reader]

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: When Jake Seresin calls to tell you he’s accepted a permanent position at Top Gun, you’re elated to finally be living in the same city as your best friend. But everything changes when Jake tells you his news — he has a new girlfriend, and he’s serious about her. And while you want to like her, for Jake’s sake, something about her feels wrong. Jake's arrival in San Diego also puts you in the direct path of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, who has set his sights on you despite being Jake’s sworn enemy. Every move Rooster makes, Jake intercepts. What game are these two playing, and why is Jake more concerned about you moving on with Rooster than he is about his own relationship? 

WC: 5K

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, no use of y/n, violence, smut, Greek life, mention of vomit

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The night you met Jake Seresin, you were dressed in a fuzzy cow costume. 

It was hell week for the sorority, and that night’s test was to crash a fraternity formal in animal costumes, steal a date, and meet back at the old bell tower on campus. You had drawn sticks from a cup that designated the costume, which ranged from sexy cheetah to oversized elephant. You had pulled the cow costume which included a hood, as well as bright pink rubber udders on the front. 

“I’m going to throw up,” you said, turning to the girl next to you. She had on a monkey costume — headband with ears, large furry suspender pants, ugly brown t-shirt. 

She looked you up and down. “Not in the costume, they’ll never get that out even at the dry cleaners.” 

Paulina, the chapter’s president, stood in front of the group, tiny pink dress pulled taut across her washboard abs. “Alright girls, time to pair off and find your partner. Remember, nobody gets on the arc without stealing a date. Freshers count, but bonus points for upperclassmen. You have twenty minutes.” She sunk a fresh manicured finger onto an old school stopwatch, the kind your gym coach from elementary school would have, and the rest of the girls bolted ahead toward the stately door of the SigEp house. Their ferocity and intensity scared you, and you jogged through the open door after them. 

Everywhere you looked, there were girls in animal costumes chatting up available men. You wandered through the rooms of the house, but every guy you spotted was snapped up instantly. The minutes ticked by in seconds, and you felt a sweat breaking out on your neck under the hood. 

Meandering to the back of the house, you opened a door to the back porch, stepped out under the glow of the single security light, and unzipped the top half of the costume, exposing the sports bra you had on underneath to the cool night air. 

“I think that’s cheating.” You whipped around, coming face to face with a blond in a blue blazer and slacks, an untapped keg at his feet. 

“What?”

“You’re supposed to convince someone to go with you while you’re still wearing the costume. It’s cheating if you show how hot you are underneath it.” 

You smirked. “If by hot you mean sweaty, then you’re right.” 

He shook his head. “Nope, just hot. Plain and simple.” 

You eyed the keg at his feet. “So you’re the fraternity waterboy?” 

“Ouch, sweetheart, that hurts,” he said, putting one tanned hand to his chest. “I’m a pledge. Gotta do my share of the work. Tonight, that means keg duty.” 

In the distance there were screeches and you saw couples flocking out of the house, running toward the bell tower. Your watch said you had eight minutes to spare. “OK waterboy. What will it take to get you to run away with me tonight? I can offer you instant ramen, a nearly empty coffee cart gift card, or one hour of chemistry tutoring. Yours for the choosing.” 

He flashed you a pearly white smile while leaning against the railing. “Darlin’, you don’t have to offer me a damn thing. I’d run away with you anyday.” 

You rolled your eyes and zipped the costume back up, reaching out and grabbing his hand. “Hurry up or we’re going to get cut,” you said. “Last ones have to clean the house tomorrow.” 

“Well we can’t have that can we?” he asked, threading his fingers into yours and pulling you down the back stairs. “I’m Jake, by the way.” 

“Abby,” you replied, smiling. 

“OK, Abby, can you run in that costume?” 

You shrugged. “Time to find out.” 

Jake tugged you along toward the bell tower. When you tripped over a curb, he leaned down and grabbed you. “You don’t know anything about me,” he said, “but I’m more than a little competitive. So don’t wimp out on me now.” 

You laughed and let him drag you to the finish line, with two minutes to spare. Four other couples came in after you, and three more after the buzzer ran out. Jake high fived you once Paulina’s alarm went off, signaling the challenge time was up, and let out a whoop. You laughed and saw him eyeing you. 

“What?” you asked as the rest of the couples started to split off. You unzipped the costume again, this time stopping right above your chest. “Is it the costume? It’s stupid, I know.” 

He shook his head. “It’s not that. I’m just thinking how lucky I am that you picked me, of all people.” 

“Being a waterboy has its perks.” 

Jake laughed and stepped closer, brushing a chunk of hair behind your ear. It felt different than the buzz that had radiated up your arm when he had touched your hand earlier. This felt intentional. “I’ll see you around, Abby.” 

And then he dropped his hand and walked away, throwing one last glance over his shoulder. You caught his green eyes and smiled, and he grinned back before disappearing into the early morning mist. 

***

“I literally do not know where he gets off being so high and mighty.” You sighed and tossed one arm over your eyes. Phoenix tutted her tongue, setting down a bottle of wine and plate of cheese on the coffee table and sitting down next to you on the couch. 

“Have you met Seresin?” she asked. “That’s literally his personality.”

“That might be Hangman,” you said. “But it’s not Jake. He’s never been that way with me before. This is a whole new side of him, and I don’t like it.” 

“I think you’ve seen a side of him that none of us have seen before,” she replied thoughtfully. “To us, he’s a jackass. To you, he’s your best friend. There has to be some redeeming quality deep down that we just haven’t seen but that you know about.” 

You nodded. “When he’s good, he’s perfect. Jake is the person who has been there for me for everything. Every break up. Every bad test score. When I wanted to leave big pharma and go into academia he was the only one cheering me on.” You looked up at Phoenix and shook your head. “I thought having him back here would be great. But all it’s done is drive us further apart.” 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Of course.” 

“What about Rooster?” she asked. “What are you doing with him?”

You shrugged. “Bradley? He’s great. We’re having a really nice time.” 

Phoenix leaned over and pinched a piece of cheese between her thumb and index finger. “Brad is one of my best friends. I just don’t want to see him get hurt.”

You reached out and laid your hand on her knee. “I promise, that is not my intention. I like him a lot. I’m just not trying to rush anything.” 

“So you’re not just using him to make Jake jealous?”

“Oh my God, no! I genuinely like him, Phoenix.”

She smiled and popped the cheese into her mouth, swallowing before starting her next sentence. “He deserves someone good.” 

You leaned back into the couch cushion. “So what’s this beef between him and Jake? Or is nobody going to ever tell me.” 

Phoenix shook her head. “All I know is they had a mission together before the Uranium plant where I met Hangman. And by the time we got there, they were already on the outs. Brad’s never gone into full details.”

You sighed and bit into a grape. “I’ve known Jake to have people he doesn’t like before. But this? This is a new level. I’ve never seen him so agitated by someone before.” 

“I don’t think it’s just Rooster that’s got him hot under the collar.” 

“What do you mean?” 

She gave you a devilish grin. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Kidding about what?” 

“It’s pretty obvious there’s a part of him that’s in love with you.” 

You laughed and waved your hand in the air. “No. Absolutely not. I can see why you say that, but no.” 

“Come on,” she said, leaning forward and draining her wine glass with a quick tip back into her mouth. “The way he looks at you?” 

“You know, Bradley said the same thing on our first date. Something about seeing the way Jake looks at me.” 

“Because it’s so obvious. He doesn’t even try to hide it.” 

You shook your head. “There’s a fine line between friendship and love. We’ve just hovered on the end of the friendship spectrum for so long that maybe it looks like something it’s not to an outside viewer.” 

Phoenix ran one hand through her silky brown hair. “There’s something there, even if you don’t see it. I’ve known Hangman for a while now. And I’ve never seen him talk about anyone the way he talks about you.” 

“What about Diana?” you asked. 

She laughed. “What about her? Who is she even? I don’t buy that for one second. He shows up out of the blue with this wallflower. Jake Seresin, really?”

“They’re living together.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Shut up.” 

“I’m dead serious.” 

Phoenix was quiet for a moment. Then, “I still don’t buy it.” 

You laughed and reached for the half empty wine bottle. “What’s there to buy? He told me himself. I went over there. I saw how they were. They’re sweet with each other.” 

Phoenix looked up, her brown eyes smoothing over yours. “Mark my words. It won’t last.” 

***

You pulled your phone out of the top drawer of your desk after your last lab of the day and sighed. Five missed calls from Jake. Two voicemails. You clicked the first one. 

“Abs it’s me. I’m sorry. Honey, I am so sorry. I was drunk and I was an ass, and there’s just a lot of history there with Bradshaw that you don’t know about. I promise, I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Please call me back? I’m sorry.” 

You sighed and pressed the second message. 

“I think this is the longest we’ve ever gone without talking. Even when I stood you up winter formal sophomore year, you still had dinner with me at Branford the next night. Remember? Anyway, Diana is out of town this weekend visiting family. Can I have you over for dinner? I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. If you want to, you can bring him. I miss you, Bubs. More than you even realize. Love you. Call me back.” 

Leaning back in your desk chair, you sighed and slid the phone over to the edge of the desk. There was a stack of lab reports a hundred high on the desk, along with scantrons for the midterm exam. You had a journal research article due at the end of the month and had only started the abstract. 

Outside, the sidewalks were teeming with students. Thursday afternoon meant half of them were getting ready to binge drink the night away, while the other half toiled away in the library until the nerd bell kicked them out at two in the morning. You had always been the latter, and Jake had been the former. It’s what made you work as a pair. 

Your phone buzzed and you almost ignored it, but then thought better and flipped it over. Bradley’s name slid across the top and you instantly hit the green button. 

“Hello?”

“Hey there,” his deep voice rang out over the line. You smiled and propped your feet up on the desk, leaning back into the plush chair you had begged the department for. “What are you up to?” 

“Just sitting in my office, thinking about what I’m going to eat when I finally make my way through this stack of grading.” 

“Blow it off and let me take you out.” 

You groaned into the microphone. “Ugh, that sounds amazing. But if I don’t want to get stuck here all weekend I should get a head start on these.” 

“God, baby, don’t moan into the phone like that. Gets me all kinds of bothered.” 

You laughed. “Oh yeah?” 

“Mmhm,” he whispered huskily into the phone. “OK, how about I let you work tonight and tomorrow you let me take you out? How’s that for a compromise?” 

“Is it too early to ask for favors?”

“Ask away.” “Jake called. Well he called about five times. Apparently Diana is out of town this weekend and he wants to have us over for dinner. You and me.” 

You could hear the surprise threaded through Rooster’s voice. “Both of us?”

“I know, I’m surprised too.”

“But you want to go,” he said. 

“I’m not sure.” 

“Abby,” Bradley pressed. “You want to go. You wouldn’t have brought it up otherwise.” 

You were quiet on the other end. Pondering. He wasn’t wrong and you hated that. As poorly as Jake had acted, you missed him, too. He was not just part of your routine. He was an extension of yourself. “I know he’s an ass,” you said and Bradley huffed. “But he’s my best friend and I do love him. So maybe I owe him the space to give us an apology.” 

“If you really want to, I’ll go,” he said. “Seresin is not high on my list of favorite people, but you are.” 

You smiled. “God, you’re adorable.” 

“So you’ll be in your office all night tonight?”

“Unfortunately, I think so,” you said, eyeing the stack of papers again. “But I’m all yours tomorrow? I’ll see what day Jake wants to do dinner and will let you know.” 

“OK, baby. I’ll let you get back to work.” 

“Bye,” you whispered. “Bye, hon.” 

You clicked the phone off and sighed, and then pulled up Jake’s contact. 

Bradley is coming to dinner, too. Tomorrow or Saturday? 

He texted back instantly. Either. Your choice. I can’t wait to see you. 

Tomorrow, you replied. 

I’ll see you tomorrow, he wrote back. And then, I miss you, Abs. Not talking to you every day kills me. 

You sighed. I hate that I miss you, too, you wrote and then clicked off the phone and turned it over. 

Darkness blanketed the office and it was hours before you realized just how dark it really was, flicking on a small lamp on the desk before pouring over the last of the Tuesday afternoon session lab reports. 

It was so dark and spooky that you jumped when your office door inched open. 

“Fuck!” you screamed as Bradley’s mustache came into full view. 

“I’m sorry!” he said, throwing his hands in the air. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.” You stood up and crossed the room. “What are you doing here?” You wrapped your arms around his large form, and felt him squeeze you tightly. 

��I’m here to rescue you,” he said matter-of-factly. “Come on, you’ve done enough work for the night. Let’s go have some fun.” 

You smiled and nodded, crossing the room to grab your phone and purse. In the parking lot, you looked up. “My car is here.” 

Bradley pondered it for a moment. “OK. How about you follow me, then?” 

You nodded and he kissed you quickly before hopping in his truck. You pulled out behind him in your coupe, following him on back roads in the darkness. Finally, Bradley pulled into a cute bungalow near the beach and you pulled up next to him, getting out of the car. “So, this is where you live?” 

He stepped up to the front door, painted cherry red, and inserted a worn key. “It’s nothing special, but it’s home.” 

The house was charming, with warped wooden floors and a small kitchen. There were photos lining the walls and you noticed a man who looked incredibly similar to Rooster in many of them. Rooster walked straight into the living room and waved a hand. 

“Make yourself at home,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” 

You dropped your purse next to the couch and went to examine the photos on the walls. A blonde woman with short hair and the mustache guy were in most of them, as well as some of Bradley and his friends over the years. There was one of him and Phoenix in flight suits, and another with the full dagger squad. Even Jake was in the corner of that, surprisingly. 

“I thought you might be hungry.” You whipped around to see Bradley carrying a tray with sandwiches on it, a bag of chips, a big bowl of strawberries, and two beers and water. “Wasn’t sure what you’d want, but this is the best I’ve got.” 

“You’re adorable,” you said, crossing the room and brushing his arm before collapsing on the couch as he set the tray down on the low coffee table. “You have no idea how exhausted I am. Why did I think it was a good idea to be a professor?” 

He smiled and handed you a beer. “I don’t know, but I gotta say it’s insanely sexy.” 

You laughed. “Being a professor is sexy?” 

“Oh yeah. It’s the leveled up version of the schoolteacher fantasy. Are you going to flunk me, Professor Minces?” 

You took a sip of the beer and put it back on the tray before hitching forward, crawling slowly over Bradley until you were eye to eye, his head pressed back against the armrest of the couch. “That depends, Lieutenant Bradshaw. Have you been skipping class?”

He shook his head and grinned. “And miss seeing that ass while you stand in front of the class? No way in hell.” 

You tutted his cheek mockingly, and he grabbed your wrist tightly. “That’s no way to speak to your professor, now is it?” you whispered. 

He moved his grip from your wrist up to your chin. “Kiss me and I’ll make it all worth it, I promise.” 

You leaned forward and pressed your lips tightly to his, Bradley’s arms quickly wrapped around you and he sat up, pulling you onto his lap before standing and carrying you across the living room. He didn’t break the kiss once, not even as he jiggled open the door to the bedroom. It wasn’t until he deposited you on the bed, kicking off his boots, that he let go for a second. 

To your surprise, he reached down and slipped off your heels, placing them gently on the ground next to his discarded boots, before running his hands up your legs, over the material of your work slacks, until he was hovering above you. 

“God, you’re sexy.” 

You reached up and threaded your fingers in his hair. It had been two weeks since you met Bradley but he felt familiar in a way you hadn’t experienced in a long time. There was something magnetic about him. Perhaps it was how easy he let you in. Or how absolutely fucking gorgeous he looked when he was staring into your eyes, his giant hands trailing along your side. 

“Tell me what you want, princess.” 

“Just you,” you said, wrapping your legs around him and pulling his face back to yours. You felt him groan on top of you, dropping down to his forearms, tongue pushing between your lips. 

In a moment, Bradley was everywhere. 

His hands inside your blouse, ripping open the buttons and you heard one fall to the floor but you didn’t care. Not when his hot mouth was on your nipple, a hand yanking down the bra cup to expose you to him. You moaned into his shoulder as he rolled his hips against yours, and even clothed you could feel him, hard and stretched against the tight denim he was wearing. 

Bradley’s hands on your bare thighs as he rolled your pants down achingly slow, taunting you. 

The heat of his skin as he pressed his naked body against yours, your legs wrapped around his torso, his mouth pressed to your neck, your fingers clawing on the back of his muscular back. 

His mouth between your legs, making you cry out his name. 

The way he grinned as he pulled his fingers out of you, licked them feverishly, before leaning over and kissing you tenderly. 

Bradley’s unabashed moan as you nodded and he sunk his cock into you, slowly, filling you to the brim. The way he rocked against you slowly until you were comfortable, and then reached his fingers up around your neck and drove into you repeatedly while you gasped his name. 

“What do you want, kitten?” he gritted, fucking into you, one hand easing up on your throat, the other gripped tightly around one thigh, pressing your leg back so he could push further inside of you. 

“Want you to come inside of me,” you whispered hoarsely. 

Bradley loosened his fingers on your throat by an inch. “Say it again, like you mean it.” 

“Come inside of me, Lieutenant,” you moaned as his other hand moved from your thigh to your clit expertly and you started to crash around him. “Fuck, fuck, please, Bradley. God, yes!”

That tipped him over the edge, and he was sputtering, cursing, moaning as he collapsed on top of you, your hands stroking his back softly. After a minute, he peeled himself away, propping up on one arm. “Holy shit,” he murmured and you laughed, pressing your face into the pillow with a blush. “You OK, sweetheart?” His thumb reached out, grazed your cheek. He could go from sweet to fucking you into the mattress in a second, and then back to sweet in an instant. It would have given you whiplash if it didn’t excite you so much. 

You nodded. “Perfect.” 

He laid back and turned his head to look at you. “Yes, you are.” 

You chuckled and stood up. “Can I use your shower?”

“Only if you let me join you.” 

You took off toward the bathroom you had spotted next door and Bradley chased after you, your laughs echoing through the small hallway of the house. 

In the morning, you woke up to the sun shining brightly through the light curtains of the bedroom. Bradley lay next to you, naked under the pale gray sheet, snoring lightly, his hair curled around the edges. 

He felt different than the men you had been with in the past. As you shrugged on a shirt of his from the closet, a large button down that hung to your knees — he had ripped your shirt from the day before to shreds in his eagerness to take it off of you — you realized why he felt that way. 

Despite their differences, Jake and Bradley had one thing in common. 

They made you feel safe. 

***

Bradley looked at you across the truck consol. “Are you ready?”

You glanced over at him. He had on a blue button down shirt, a pair of jeans and boots. He looked calm, cool, and collected. 

Meanwhile, you felt a pit growing in your stomach. In fourteen years, you had never once iced out Jake the way you had over the last week. It was the longest you had gone without speaking, like he said in his voicemail. But it was also the longest you had ever let yourself be mad at him. 

You took a deep breath. Bradley opened his door, got out and walked around to your side and helped you down from the truck. He gave you a once over, taking in your long sleeve dress with the cinched waist. “You look great,” he whispered, taking your hand. 

“Don’t kill each other, OK?” you begged as you two approached the door. 

He chuckled. 

“I mean it!” you said, swatting his arm. “Or I swear to God.” 

Bradley laughed. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll match him. If he’s behaved, I will be, too.” 

You grimaced. “God I hope there’s wine.” 

Bradley reached out and knocked on the door, two sharp knocks. The door swung open immediately, revealing Jake standing in a pair of socks, jeans and a crew neck sweater. You hated how good he looked when he was such an ass. 

Normally, you would throw yourself into his arms. It felt unnatural to stand there for even a moment, weighing your decision. 

“Hey Bubs,” he said softly and his voice started to wear away at your icy exterior. He leaned forward for a hug and you leaned in only the top half of your body, catching his cheek and giving him a side kiss. Jake’s fingertips danced lightly over your waist, until you pulled away. He gave you a sad smile. 

“Hey Jake,” you replied, stepping instead and reaching for Bradley’s hand, pulling him in next to you. 

“Hangman,” he said, nodding. 

“Bradshaw.” 

“Thanks for inviting us over.” Bradley was already compensating for your inability to act normal. He looked around at the house. “Nice digs.” 

Jake shrugged and shut the door. “Mostly Diana’s doing. I’ve never been one for interior design.” 

Since you had first come to the house, all of the boxes had been cleared away. Black and white photographs lined the entry wall. You spotted a couch across from two chairs in the living room that you know Jake never would have chosen himself. He was more of a giant sectional type of guy. Something big and plush to watch the game on, fall asleep on, fuck on. He liked things to be multi-purpose. The house barely looked like his. 

“Come in,” he said, leading the way into the living room. “Do you want a drink?” “God, yes,” you breathed and he laughed. 

“What'll it be, darlin’?” 

“White wine is good.” 

He nodded. “Bradshaw, what can I get you?” 

“Bourbon, if you have it.” 

“Done. Make yourselves comfortable, I’ll be right back.” 

You gave Bradley a look before settling on the couch. “This is weird,” you whispered to him. He took a seat next to you. 

“I know, baby.”

“He’s trying, though,” you said. “He hasn’t thrown a punch your way yet.” 

Bradley chuckled. “Permission to punch him back if he does?”

You ran a finger down his face and smiled. “Permission granted, Lieutenant.” 

Jake appeared with the drinks and you downed the wine. “So, how have you been?”

You looked at Bradley. “Fine, busy.” 

Bradley nodded and threaded his fingers through yours. “A little sleep deprived.” 

Jake’s jaw tightened as he took in Bradley’s innuendo and your tight grip on each other, but he simply tossed back his drink — straight bourbon. Bradley did the same and you sighed. It was going to be a long night. 

Later, at dinner, you had two more glasses and started to feel fuzzy. Jake had ordered in food, not willing to take the risk on his cooking skills which were limited to fried eggs and bacon. You watched them carefully. How they spoke to each other. How they stood around each other. There was a familiarity, and a coldness. 

You watched Bradley as he told stories, made conversation. Once, you looked up to see Jake watching you, instead. You caught his eye and instead of turning away or looking down, he simply smiled. The way he was looking at you gave you a pang in your stomach. You turned away instantly, back to Bradley. 

He stretched his hands over his head. “Well, Seresin, thanks for dinner. But we should probably be going. I have a long run planned for tomorrow and Abby here is apparently behind on some grading.” 

“Oh, really?” Jake asked and you nodded. 

“Unfortunately. Midterms. I really should get a TA but sometimes they’re more hassle than they’re worth.” 

You stood up alongside Bradley, and Jake rushed to his feet. “Abs, could you stay? So we can talk?” 

You hesitated, literally standing between Bradley and Jake. Each one giving you a look. Bradley’s was surprise mixed with disdain. Jake’s was hopeful, saturated with pain. “Sure.” 

Bradley tightened next to you. “Can we talk outside for a second first?” he asked gruffly. You nodded and let him pull you down the hallway and out the front door, slamming it a little too hard behind him. Outside, you looked up at him. He was pacing around the porch. “Is this what it’s going to be like?” he asked. 

“What do you mean?” 

“He comes first, is that it?” he demanded. “I’ll always be the B-squad to Seresin in your mind. He asks you to stay, I ask you to go, and you stay.” 

“Bradley,” you said, stepping forward and catching his arms in yours, calming him. Grounding him. “No, that is not it.”

“Then leave with me,” he said. “Let me take you home and make you mine.” He leaned down, breath hot against your ear. “Now that I know what it’s like to be inside of you, I can’t stop thinking about it.” 

A jolt zipped through your body and you looked up at Bradley. He was looking at you so intensely you thought you might melt into a puddle of wax right there on the porch. 

“I won’t be long,” you said and watched as his face fell. “Jake and I, we just have some laundry to air out. I promise, I’ll be back in your bed in no time.” 

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Just forget about it, OK?” 

He brushed past you and jogged down the steps. “Bradley!” you shouted. “Baby, please. Don’t take this the wrong way.” 

Bradley looked up and shook his head. “Without even realizing it, you’re choosing him. You two are the same, you know. It’s going to get you in trouble one day.” 

He climbed into the truck and peeled off, and you were left standing on the porch, watching him drive away. 

“Abby.” You whipped around to see Jake standing at the door. 

You walked over and he reached out to cup your cheek with his palm. Looking up at him, you said, “Is he right? Do we choose each other over other people? Are we doomed?” You laughed to hide the pain, but Jake was still. He had shifted so one hand was pressed above your head against the door frame as you leaned back against the white wood. 

“Diana said the same thing to me the other night,” he replied softly. “And the truth is, Bubs. If it came down to it, yes. I’d choose you.” 

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[writer-darling]

Are You Ever Dreaming of Me?

Chapter 5: Gorgeous | Read Chapter 4: Invisible String!

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Rating: T - T ((for now, but there WILL BE explicit stuff later sooo (18+ MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect, 2018) x F!Reader

Warnings: Good old enemies-to-lovers trope. age gap (10 years). Nothing super descriptive for Reader but they are described as having hair. Tension, ofc, especially sexual tension out the wahzoo. Adult language. Alotta feelings and things of that nature. Banter. Flirting. It’s E-to-L, you know where this is going. Feral Ezra (he starts at a 72.8% but ends up at about a 55.9% in this chapter). Discussions of loss: parental. Mentions of food and alcohol. If there are any that I missed, please inbox me to let me know and I will add them in :)

Word Count: 7.2k

Summary!: You and Ezra spend the night sharing stories over food and drinks. You share stories of loss, of joy, encouraging a new connection between you two. Leading to a sense of hope between you both in this newfound friendship.

A/N: REWRITTEN AND REFORMATTED ON: 12/28/23

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“You should take it as a compliment

That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

You should think about the consequence

Of your magnetic field being a little too strong…”

Ezra smiles broadly, glad that you agreed to the plan. The bonus is that he didn't have to grovel as much as he figured he would have to. He takes you to his quarters and asks that you wait for him a moment while he heads inside. 

You hear him shuffling around in there but you don’t ask him what he’s doing, instead trying to calm your inner nerves. You don’t have much time to really think though as whatever he’s doing, he’s done with quickly. He smiles as he comes out of the tent, his pack on his shoulders now. Without another word, he turns and begins to lead the way, the two of you falling into step together. He makes sure to match his pace to yours, not wanting to overwhelm you or make you feel rushed. 

"So," he says after a few seconds, trying to sound light and casual. "What do friends talk about, then?" You grin and look over at him with a teasing smile. 

"Are you telling me you don't know how to make friendly conversation?" You ask, just not able to keep yourself from teasing him. The sound of leaves and shrubs crunching under your feet as you two walk becomes a quiet rhythm in the background.

Ezra laughs, amused by your jab. “Didn’t we agree no jokes?” He asks, though his tone is lighthearted. You shrug in response, smiling to yourself.

“Old habits.” You quip. He chuckles and rolls his eyes.

"Of course, I know how to make friendly conversation. Just want to know how you get things started." He says, still taking the teasing in good humor. His tone is lighter now, the tension from earlier broken by the laughter. "Go on, you start. What topics do friends discuss in your experience?"

"Well... we're starting over, right? So, then I guess we talk about our lives." You shrug. "Our histories, how we got to where we are, all that stuff." You say, your hands behind your back as you walk with him.

Ezra smiles, nodding along as you speak. "Good idea," he says. "Sounds like a good place to start. Okay, but here are some rules. We need full honesty, okay? No more games, no holdin’ facts back. I want to hear everythin’, and I want it straight from the source. No secrets, no bull..." He laughs, a smile on your face. "Just the truth. We got a deal?"

"Wow, you're really taking this starting over thing seriously, huh?" You ask. "Ok, deal." You say.

"I am, and I want you to do the same, alright?" Ezra asks earnestly. "No half-truths, no white lies. I'm puttin’ everythin’ on the table." He asks again, a hint of seriousness in his voice. "This is really important to me."

You notice the seriousness in his tone and look over at him for a long moment. His dark brown eyes are almost obsidian in the light of the moon through the trees. They’re as serious as ever and you feel your heart thump loudly in response. "Alright, deal then." You say earnestly.

Ezra smiles, relieved at your response. "Good, I'm glad you're takin’ this seriously too," he says earnestly, his face full of warmth. "So let's start with... the start. Where did ya come from? Family, home life, all that stuff, tell me about it." His expression is a little hesitant, maybe thinking you’re going to change your mind. But when your expression turns pensive, you can see the relief in his eyes. His smile quickly returns, and he nods, ready to listen. 

"Ok." You say, smiling softly at his genuine curiosity. "Where did I come from? A planet a few lightyears from here named Amorna. A prospecting town. My family dynamic is a little unusual, but it's a good unusual I guess." You shrug the shoulder nearest to him lightly. "My biological father’s been out of the picture since before I was born. So I was raised by my grandmother, my uncle, and my mom." You say.

Ezra listens intently, his expression soft and attentive as you tell him about your life, about your family. There's a look of sympathy in his eyes as you talk about your father, and he can feel his heart pang in sympathy for how much it seems to have affected you. When he speaks, it's with a kindness and sincerity he's never shown before. "That can't’ve been easy," he says, shaking his head. "You're strong to have gotten through that. And it sounds like you were raised in a family that loves you."

There's a sadness in your eyes as he says that first bit. "Yeah, my father is a deadbeat. He really let me down." You say before you quickly move on. "The rest of my family is great though, they’ve been my support my entire life.”

 "What can you tell me about ‘em?" He asks, seeing that you want to shift gears and he follows your lead easily.

"They're amazing, all super hardworking. My mom and my grandma were like my parents. Mom played the role of the ‘dad’, while my grama was the ‘mom’."

Ezra smiles, feeling happy for you. "Your mother and grandmother must have been some incredible women." He says, imagining the strength they must have possessed to raise such an independent, strong woman as you. "And what about siblin’s?" He asks, his tone curious. "Do you get along well?"

You shake your head a little in response. "Only child." You add. “I wish we could’ve been a bigger family but after my birth, which was complicated for my mom, well… she decided she didn’t want to go through it again.”

“Complicated in what sense?” He asks before he quickly backtracks respectfully. “If it’s too personal, I completely understand.”

“It was a hard birth. She didn’t know she was pregnant and I was almost a miscarriage.” You say quietly. He goes quiet at that, his face understanding and somber.

“I’m sorry for your mother. I can’t imagine that was an easy thing to go through at all.” He says sympathetically. You nod for a moment as you think about your mom, smiling a little sadly as you realize how much you’ve missed her all this time. 

“Yeah,” You finally say with a small sigh. “It’s not all bad though, I guess due to that, I was spoiled rotten.” Your smile is light-hearted now and he laughs, his mood instantly lifting and the atmosphere around you both soft and warm once again.

“Oh? So that explains the bratty behavior, then, eh?” He teases. You pretend to be mock offended, turning to look at him with widened eyes. 

“A brat?? Me??? How dare you.” You say but your tone is humored. Your eyes twinkle with mischief and Ezra swears his heart stops for the briefest of seconds. His cheeks go rosy for a moment and he averts his eyes as he reminds himself to be friendly. 

“Well, it uh, it sounds like you're lucky to have each other," he says earnestly. "I have sisters and we’re close in age, so it was always incredibly packed at our place." He shakes his head, still smiling softly. 

You nod. "Yeah, I am lucky. For them both.” You agree before you turn to look at him with curiosity in your eyes. "So, wait, you've got sisters?? How many? And how old are they??" You're genuinely curious.

He smiles at your curiosity, but he nods when you ask about his family. "Yeah, I've got three sisters," he says, clearly happy to finally answer your questions. "My little sister, Shira... she's the youngest, she’s 35, my baby sister," he says softly, a look of pride on his face. "And I've also got two elder sisters, Dalia, 44, and Danni, 45. But they might as well be twins, they're so similar." His smile turns into a chuckle as he thinks about them. "It's one big family, I'll tell you that much."

You smile at the way he seems so proud of his sisters, as he speaks with such clear adoration for them. "Yeah? What about your parents? What are they like?" You ask him.

Ezra smiles thoughtfully at the question. His face softens as he thinks, a nostalgic aura around him as he remembers his past. "They were wonderful," he says. "They were the kind of parents that every kid wishes they had. Lovin’ and kind, but also fair and understandin’. They always did their best to help me grow up to be the best person I could be.” He laughs softly. "I know those are just sentiments that every offspring shares, but I mean it. My parents were very special people."

You hear the past tense he uses. You don't want to pry but you can't help your curiosity. "'Were'? They've... They've passed away?" You ask.

Ezra sighs, his expression turning sad. "Yes, they have. They were in an accident... a while ago. I've been dealin’ with the loss for a few years now, but I'll admit it's still hard sometimes." His expression turns wistful as if he were looking back on all his precious memories with them. But he snaps out of that mood quickly, shaking his head slowly. "It's okay though. I've got a great support system - my sisters - and my parents taught me how to be a good man. I'm just... tryin’ to live up to their legacy."

You can't help it as you place a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze of comfort. "I'm so sorry." You say sincerely as you look into his eyes. "I had a stepdad from the ages of 10-14, he passed away too and it was the hardest thing I've gone through, yet. His death was slow and honestly traumatic. I can't even imagine what I would do if I lost my mom too." Your eyes are gentle and sympathetic as you look at him

Ezra looks at you, his expression filled with gratitude and sincerity. "Thank you," he says softly. "It means a lot to me that you understand. A lot of people seem to think I should be over it already, but I don't think you can ever really 'get over' somethin’ like that." Your kindness seems to have calmed him a little bit, and he smiles genuinely. "This all happened a while ago, but I swear some days I wake up and it’s like it all happened just yesterday.” You nod, knowing exactly what he means.

"I hate to say it but... you don't get over it. Not with something like that. You know that saying, 'Time heals all wounds'?" You ask him.

Ezra nods earnestly, knowing exactly where you're going with this. "Yeah, I'm familiar with the sayin’." He says, his expression serious. "But the truth is, I don't think time can heal all wounds." There's a twinge of sadness in his voice as he speaks, but he shakes his head and clears his throat. "Time heals some wounds... And it can dull the pain of others… at the very least make them more tolerable. Some wounds, though, you can never really heal properly, even with time."

You nod, surprised that he caught on so quickly. "Yeah, exactly. Especially when it's such a profound loss like a parent... You don't 'learn to move on' or 'get over it'. You accept that it's happened, eventually, and learn how to adapt to life without them. Even if it's the hardest thing." You say.

Ezra nods at your wisdom, impressed at the way you've articulated such a complex concept so succinctly. "Exactly, yeah." He says, glad that you understand. "The loss never really goes away, and the pain never really heals... but the wounds... they hurt a little less eventually. It's a lot like physical wounds, I think. There are some injuries that leave permanent scars, but you can learn to live with them. And eventually, you can learn to exist in a 'normal' life again... even if you'll never be the same."

You nod, in complete agreement. 

"Yeah, for sure..." You trail off, unsure of what to say next for a moment. "I'm sure your mom and dad were as amazing as you say." You say softly,

"They truly were," Ezra says earnestly. "My mother... She was the strongest person I've ever known. She was beautiful, smart, and kind, and she never once let me think I could be inferior to anyone else. Even the times we were as poor as can be. She made sure I always felt like I mattered, and she always listened to me. And my dad... He was the funniest person I've ever met. His smile could light up a room, and he never let any situation get him down." He smiles fondly, clearly thinking about happy memories. "I miss them, but I hold on to those memories of them."

You can't help it as your eyes widen at his words. "You're... You're not gonna believe this but... that sounds just like what I would say about my mom and my stepdad..." You say, almost incredulous. "My mom always used to tell me I had to 'look out for number one' a.k.a myself, and my stepdad was a huge jokester. He could be serious when he needed to be, but he preferred to make people laugh and be at ease."

Ezra's eyes widen in equal shock, his expression one of pure amazement at the similarities between your descriptions. "That's... That's incredible." He says, his voice disbelieving. "My parents raised me to value strength and courage above all else and to help others whenever possible. And my dad could always make me laugh to the point of tears!" He smiles, his eyes full of wonder. "Now you have me curious. What about your grandmother? Your uncle? Tell me about them," He asks, clearly interested and wanting to hear more about your family.

"They're also the best." You say with a fond smile. "My grandmother was strong-willed, So intelligent, and insanely hard-working, the trait both my mom and I got from her. Patient with me, but hard on everyone else, A wonderful cook, and very sassy," You both laugh at that. 

Ezra can see in your eyes how much you miss her. “When did you lose her?" His voice is its softest yet, his tone again understanding. It’s clear he won’t push this subject if you decline to answer.

"A few years after my stepdad." You with a small, morose smile. "It wasn't easy for any one of us when we lost him, not at all. That and other stuff led to her health declining pretty steadily. But she passed peacefully in her sleep and at least I have that comfort that she didn’t suffer like my stepdad, ya know?" You ask. He nods softly.

"And your uncle?" He prompts softly. You smile a little more.

"Sort of a father figure. He's still living with my mom back home. He's the oldest and she's the baby so he protects her as much as he does me. He really stepped up after my stepdad passed." You say.

"You seem like you had a really lovin’, supportive family. I'm glad you all had one another to lean on when things were tough." He puts a hand on your shoulder. "You’ve come from a really good place, and I’m certain you can bring even more of that goodness to the universe."

You flush slightly at his subtle compliment and thank him. He suddenly stops and so do you as you see the river he mentioned earlier, realizing now that you both were so wrapped up in the conversation that you didn't even hear it. "Oh, the river. Where's the place to eat that you mentioned?" You ask him, scanning the area.

Ezra’s smile remains warm. "Right over here," he says, leading you through a small patch of trees. The terrain is uneven in spots, and it's a little rocky, but he does his best to guide you safely through the potentially rough ground. "This is the best place to eat near the river," he explains. "It's right on the water, so you have an absolutely gorgeous view on one side, and a nice cliff overlookin’ it all that we can eat on. Trust me, it’s solid enough."

You manage to keep up with him, letting him lead the way and doing your best to follow and stay close. He smiles at your determination and slows his pace a little bit to make sure you're not having too much trouble. You make it to the spot, and a gorgeous view opens up before you. 

Just as he promised, there's a perfect area for eating, a cliff full of lush grass sits overlooking the water. Beyond the river itself is a breathtaking view of the forest in the moonlight. The water bubbles as it rushes over the gravel and stones below. If it wasn’t dark out you’d be half-tempted to jump in for a swim. It's really a stunning sight. "See? What’d I tell ya?" He asks with a smile, his arm stretched out wide to gesture around at the natural beauty around you.

"Wow... this is incredible!" You say with genuine awe in your voice. "But wait, where do we get the food from?" You ask him.

Ezra laughs a little bit at that. "I packed picnic provisions earlier, so all we have to do is lay out all the food right here." He walks over to his backpack and starts pulling out a variety of packs. He's got all the typical picnic items: sandwiches, fruit, etc. "The greatest part of it," he adds, his smile still on his face, "is that we brought drinks too." He reaches into the very bottom of the pack and brings out two aluminum cans with tabs. It’s cider, you realize.

You smile at him and see him bring everything out. "Is the cider the alcoholic kind??" You ask with genuine intrigue as you begin helping him organize the food and set it between you two.

Ezra's smile turns mischievous at your question. "Course it is," he says with a grin and a small wink your way. "The best way to wash down food on a picnic is with alcohol! I tried to bring only the best, you know?" He looks like a kid at Christmas as you two prepare everything, his excitement evident in his tone as he speaks with such confidence and enthusiasm. "And we've got some of the finest right here with us."

"Where in Kevva's name did you get alcohol from? The rest of the crew would kill for this stuff!" You say with a giddiness in your tone. You haven’t had alcohol in a long while. It was forbidden on expeditions, just as was other contraband, like his herbal cigarettes, but you’re glad your earlier suspicion about his hidden stash was correct.

Ezra's smile turns sheepish as he speaks. "Well..." He trails off, not sure how you're going to react to his answer. "It helps to be the boss’s right-hand man." He laughs softly with a small wink as he hands you a can. "As long as we're clear that this is just between us, I'm happy to share. This is rare stuff, right?" He asks, his eyes wide and curious, looking like his mind has already started to imagine the cider's taste.

"Insanely rare." You say, grabbing the can and reading it over. "Oh man, those bastards back at camp would go nuts for this."

Ezra laughs at your words. "Well then, it's a good thing we're as far away from them as possible." He says, already imagining the two of you sitting and enjoying the rare, forbidden goods right in front of you. "Now, are you ready to finally taste this glorious cider, or would you prefer we quench our hunger first? I'm kind of starvin’, but I'm happy to let you choose."

"Let's eat first." You say. "I haven't had alcohol in a while and we're gonna need some food in our systems to avoid getting drunk immediately." You say as you grab a sandwich.

Ezra nods at that, setting down his cider for the time being. "Sounds like a good plan to me," he agrees, his hungry stomach growling a little bit. He moves to grab a sandwich of his own, taking a bite and chewing happily. 

You two eat together and for once, the silence is comfortable and pleasant between you two. There’s still some tension there underneath, but it feels warm and almost electric. He takes a little break from his eating to speak again, his eyes sparkling as he smiles at you. 

"I have to say, I'm really enjoyin’ this so far. I'm happy that we're hangin’ out."

You smile and nod. "I never thought I'd say this but... I feel the same way. Hanging out without so much uneasiness... it feels good." You say, finishing your own sandwich happily.

Ezra smiles at your response, looking down at the food and savoring his own last bite. "Well, you know what they say about makin’ friends," he says with a soft laugh. "Sometimes, all it takes is a couple of drinks." He winks at you, his tone playful. "But you and I, we didn't even need that," He counters with a bright grin. "So, just imagine how good we're gonna be when we do drink."

You laugh softly. "As long as this night doesn't end with us getting drunk and trying to shoot each other's heads off, I'll be happy." You joke. Ezra laughs boisterously at your words, finding your dark sense of humor both funny and endearing.

"How 'bout another deal?" he says, holding his hand out between you two like you're about to shake on it. "No drunken shootouts tonight. Does that sound good to you?" He asks, his smile growing wide as he awaits your response.

You grin and slip your hand into his. "Deal." You say with a grin, shaking on it.

Ezra smiles broadly. "Then we understand each other," he says, nodding his head happily. "Now that we’re on the same page then, how ‘bout that cider?" He asks, his smile wide as he reaches over and grabs the bottle. "Shall we take a small sip, in solidarity of our new friendship?" He asks with a mischievous grin. You grin, knowing he's been eyeing the cider since he mentioned it. But you can't lie, you have been too. 

"Hell yeah." You respond.

Ezra laughs at your response, popping the tab on his can and pouring a little bit into two paper cups. He hands you one and you both toast with smiles. "Just a small sip," he reminds you, lifting his own cup to his lips to take a small drink from it but not taking it just yet. "This stuff's much more potent than you'd expect, in my limited experience with it. Wouldn't want you to get wasted and puke on all this beautiful food." His tone turns playful at that last bit and you grin. Now he takes a slow, small sip from the cup, his eyes wide as he takes in the cider's flavor.

"Oh please, if anyone's the lightweight here, it's probably you." You retort with a playful eye roll but still, just take a sip. It is strong, but it's really good too. It immediately makes your chest and throat feel warm, but it sits well in your stomach, making you smile. Ezra smiles at your response, clearly taking it as a joke. 

"Well... we'll find out soon," he says, sipping again. "Whaddya think?" He asks, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you. "Is it as good as you hoped?" He asks, leaning forward intently as he awaits your response. His attempt to impress you is adorably obvious.

"It's really good." You respond, taking a bigger sip. "Man, I didn't even realize how much I missed something as basic as alcohol." You mumble with a soft laugh.

Ezra chuckles at that, taking another sip from his own drink. "I know, right?" He asks, smiling widely at you. As he speaks, the cider's effects are already starting to kick in. He's finding himself growing warmer, more at ease, and he's feeling happier - and a little more relaxed too. "Is it just me, or is this stuff amazin’?" He asks.

"It is." You agree, feeling the same way. 

You two spend the next half hour like this: eating, making conversation, and drinking cider together. It's such a nice time, one you haven't experienced with him before, ever. The night drags on and soon the stars are out. You lie down when there's a lull in the conversation, feeling buzzed and full and happy. It’s damn near perfect.

It all passes by in a blur of laughter and conversation, your talk flowing like the cider. You enjoy each other's company, finding yourselves lost in the moment - and as the night draws to a close, the cider's effects begin to become more noticeable. You feel warmer than usual, especially in your face, and there's a slight hint of euphoria beginning to set in. It's a strange sensation, but a pleasant one. Time flies by, and before long, the night sky is lit up with millions of stars, filling your view with a truly beautiful sight.

You lie back on the grass under you and just use up a minute to watch the night sky, taking in the constellations and the pink luminescence of the full moon.

Ezra lays on the grass next to you, looking up at the stars with a fond smile on his face. He sighs at the natural beauty of the universe, letting the night wash over him. "This is honestly one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen," he says, looking at the stars with reverence. "The stars are truly breathtakin’... It's incredible to think that we only know ‘bout such a small, insignificant number of ‘em. Even as space-farin' travelers... our knowledge is still so limited on the true expanse of space. Just ‘magine it: infinite galaxies, and universes at our disposal. Just knowin’ that there are trillions more that we'll never see, with infinite more planets - it's both awe-inspirin’ and humblin’ at the same time."

You can't help it as you laugh softly at what he says, half from drunkenness and half from good-natured humor. Ezra chuckles at your laughter, finding himself unable to contain a wide grin of his own as his mind begins to drift. He's never felt this... loose and at ease before. It's a pleasant feeling and a pleasant change of pace. All of that stress and pressure that comes with helping run a team have melted away, and it feels like he could just enjoy this night forever. This is what he wants, and the realization brings a sense of calm with it that is hard to explain. 

"Tell me," he asks, turning his head to look at you, "what are you laughin’ at?"

"You." You respond honestly, your eyes still on the sky above you. "Even while drunk you still manage to talk a lot. It's impressive." You say, looking over at him with a playful glint in your eyes even as your smile is genuine and kind. Ezra laughs at your words, his face growing brighter in his blushing.

"Well, it's not somethin’ I do intentionally," he says, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess I’m just a verbose individual, drunk or sober. Can’t help it. It's my gift and my curse." He sighs, but he can't help the broad smile that comes to his face. 

“I’ll say,” You respond with a good-natured laugh as you slightly sit up on your elbows, looking over at him. “I mean, c’mon, what was that you said the other day?” You clear your throat and suddenly crank out your best Ezra impression, an awful attempt at a Southern accent and all, 

“If we hold that equivalent exchange persists in this space then we must give somethin’ of ourselves in order to build somethin’ new, in order to purge the bowels of this fecund wood for treasures made our own. Some of us have the proclivity for greatness while most do not. And those ambitious masses are the sacrifice this forest demands so that the true diviners can stand atop the mountain of corpses and claim their riches.” You’re both surprised you even remembered a sentence of that, let alone the whole thing. He grins, looking over at you and laughing at both the awful impersonation and impressive recall.

"Does that mean you wish me to shut up?" He asks, his tone playful. "Cuz if you prefer silence, I'm happy to oblige.”

"Are you kidding? The day you go fully silent is the day Kevva herself will come down from the heavens and end us all." You say, laughing a little more. "Besides, it's never really bothered me." You add sincerely with a light shrug.

Ezra laughs at your words, finding himself at a loss for a response to your comment. 

"Honestly, I used to think you were so talkative just to impress the crew." You remark. He shakes his head, scoffing.

"Did ya really peg me as such a kiss-ass?" He asks. You shrug and make a 'small' gesture with your index finger and thumb, laughing again. He laughs too. "Suppose you've got a point," he says, clearly amused. "But, not really for them..." He admits with a pointed look your way. When you meet his eyes he grins, winking a little and making you avert your eyes bashfully. He pauses, his eyes still on you, and his tone turns sincere and soft. "It's honestly been an… unexplainable night," he says, his smile growing wider as he speaks. "I've never... enjoyed myself like this. Maybe I’m jumpin’ the gun but I have to ask: do ya feel like I'm your friend yet?" He asks with a genuine smile, turning his body so he's fully facing you.

"Well, let's see: shared our pasts? Check. Ate at least one meal together? Check. Drank together without having any issues? Check check." You say with another soft laugh. Before you turn your face slightly towards his, your eyes now sincere as you let the mood grow a little more serious. "Yeah," you say softly. "I think we're friends."

Ezra smiles warmly at your words. He's feeling really good - more at ease than he's felt in a very long time - and to hear that, well... it means more to him than you could understand. He gently takes your hand and gives it a little squeeze, his smile growing warmer with each moment. "I'm happy to hear that," he says with a sigh, "because I've really been enjoyin’ spendin’ time with you too. It's been a long time since I've felt this at ease around someone." You smile and return the affectionate gesture. 

"Well, considering how dangerous our jobs are, that doesn't surprise me. It's hard to trust anyone out here, isn’t it? It's hard to really open up and be vulnerable when you're constantly in danger or preparing to be in danger." You say.

Ezra chuckles quietly, nodding his head in agreement. "That's very true," he says with a smile, squeezing your hand again gently. "This job can be absolutely cutthroat. A lot of prospectors will sell out the people they love just for the slimmest chance at a better payday. I'm not a fan of that kind of behavior, but it's definitely prevalent in our field." He looks down at you and smiles earnestly at you, pondering his next question. "Do you feel... safe around me?" He asks in a soft, caring way.

You meet his eyes and look over at him for a long moment, considering his question seriously. "You know... even though we were sworn enemies only hours ago... yeah I do. I always have. Even that other night outside my tent. When you grabbed me... I didn't feel unsafe. I didn't even feel scared. I put my weapon away as soon as I realized you weren't a threat, which if that had been any other prospector, I would've just shot them." You say, incredulous at your realization.

Ezra was not expecting that answer. His heart begins to race as you explain how you felt that night, and he finds himself at a loss for words. He can feel himself beginning to blush again, something he knows he can’t blame on the cider. He's not quite sure just how to reply to what you've just said. "That's... That's quite the compliment," he says after a pause, smiling at your words. "I'm... honestly, I'm sort of dumbfounded. I really don't know how to respond." He laughs quietly. "You... really didn't feel that scared of me?"

"Not at all." You say honestly, looking at him again. "I should have been... but now that I'm thinking about it... even when I despised you, I still felt much safer around you than I have anyone else on our crew." You say that like you can't believe it and that's because you truly can't.

Ezra's eyes seem to brighten up at your words, and a grin comes to his face as he hears just how safe you felt - and still feel - around him. His blush grows more intense as he looks over, unsure of just how he should respond. He doesn't want to say anything wrong - because in that one moment, he feels like he's just been given an incredibly precious gift. "That... means more to me than I can even put into words," he says softly, his voice a little shaky as he speaks. "Makes me really happy to hear."

You smile. "What about you? Do you feel safe around me?" You ask him, curious. You notice his hand still hasn't released yours but you don’t make an attempt to pull back from his grip. His touch is warm, firm in yours. It feels… almost natural.

He nods immediately, his tone turning serious as he speaks. "Absolutely," he says, his voice quiet and soft, as though he's trying to hide the feeling from himself. "I... I do feel safe around you." He pauses for a moment, and then adds, "It's the first time on this planet that I've felt safe. I can't describe it. I really can't." He takes another moment to look at you, a sincere smile on his face. "And I'd be lyin’ if I didn't say that that means... well, a lot."

You grin, feeling a rush of pride as he admits that he also feels safe around you too. You sense a sudden shift in the air between you two. Something more... vulnerable. Intimate. "Can I ask you something?" You ask, your voice softer and quieter as you try to find the right way to ask this next question.

"Course, you can ask me anythin’," he replies, a soft smile still on his face. He finds himself leaning forward a little bit at the change in tone, his focus entirely on you. "What's on your mind?" He asks, his eyes are soft and sweet. He seems to relax further as he speaks. 

"Earlier... when you told me the truth about how you felt about me... you said I 'grew on you', right? Well, I guess I wanna know: was there a specific moment that you can remember where you went from hating me to liking me?" You ask him, seeming almost bashful as you speak.

Ezra chuckles quietly at your words, amused by how timid you seem. "Well... it's a little hard to pinpoint one moment, exactly." He says, his smile growing as he speaks to you. "I think it was more of a build-up effect. The more we spoke, the more I... I don't know. The more I found myself enjoyin’ your company, I guess? It really happened quite suddenly, but I realized that I found myself anticipatin’ our talks more and more." He nods to you in confirmation. "Does that make sense at all?"

You nod, and look over at him. "Our 'talks'?" Your tone is teasing again and playful. "I think our fellow prospectors would call it 'feuding' and 'bickering'." You say with another laugh. You finally pull your hand from his.

He looks down as if just now realizing he was still holding your hand. He misses your touch immediately. You grab both of your cups and refill them with a bit more cider, taking another swig, and letting the warmth of it run through you. He thanks you as you hand him his and laughs in response to your words, his smile growing wider at your teasing tone. 

"Well, they can call it whatever they please," he says with a grin, "I'd be hard-pressed to call such a thing 'bickerin'. It was just two people... gettin’ to know each other." He takes a sip of his apple cider as he speaks, the warm feeling still present. "I rather enjoyed it, actually. The... the feudin." His last two words come out in his own teasing tone, and he looks at you with a playful smirk.

"Oh yeah?" You ask. "Those times we almost drew our weapons on each other would disagree." You retort, feeling warm. "I'm surprised we've never actually taken a shot at each other."

Ezra laughs at your words, finding himself unable to argue against that point. There have been quite a few moments where you two could have fired on each other... but you didn't. "Yeah, that is strange, ain’t it?" He asks, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "And we've certainly had more than our fair share of opportunities to end each other, huh?" There's a playful snark to his voice, but he doesn't disagree with you. "Would you prefer it if we had, then? Taken a shot, I mean." He asks with a smirk.

You grin, meeting his eyes, "Mmm... maybe." You say with a light shrug, though you're clearly joking. "No." You admit right after. "I've seen you in battle, and while I'm a good shot, you're much quicker on the draw than I am." You say, impressed.

"I've got good reaction speed, for sure," Ezra says with another smile. "As much as I hate to admit it though, you've got some good instincts while we're in battle." He pauses, taking another sip of his apple cider. "Maybe I should be a little more cautious in our future 'bickerin'?" He asks, laughing a bit as he speaks. "It might just save my life if you can pull it off." He smiles cheekily at you, laughing all the while.

"Oh?" You challenge, raising yourself up on your elbows. "So does that mean you want to have us be mortal enemies again?" You ask jokingly as you look over at him.

Ezra shakes his head, laughing at your words. "Oh no," he says, "I think I've had enough of bein’ enemies for a while at least. I'd prefer a night of peace." He takes another sip of his apple cider, still laughing as he speaks. "Perhaps I'll change my mind before the night's done, but... right now, I'm feelin’ like bein’ friends for at least long enough to enjoy this nice, quiet time together." He smiles at you warmly as he speaks.

You smile at that. "I can do that." You say in agreement. "This night has been... so different than what I thought it would be… in a good way." You clarify there at the end.

"I completely agree," Ezra says in confirmation. "This has been unlike anythin’ I've ever experienced... for me, this night has been life-changin’." He's silent for a moment as he considers exactly what he wants to say, and then he speaks quietly. "I'm not sure how long such a thing could last between us," he says, his tone becoming a little softer as he looks down at you, "but... I'm hopin’ this isn't the last time we get to share somethin’ like this with one another." In a very rare moment, the words just come straight from his heart. You look over at him and feel yourself shocked for only a moment. There's a clear vulnerability in those words and you feel compelled to respond in kind. 

"It won't be." You promise. "I... I liked this." You say, and take your final drink, feeling the effects of the cider wash over you again.

Ezra smiles at your words, finding himself unable to contain his joy. "I did too," he says sincerely, "I really did." He sighs as he runs another hand through his hair, his voice growing soft as he speaks. "It's... it's been a really long time since I've had a moment like this. I... I can't tell you how important this has been." The look on his face is one of pure sincerity, and his voice is quiet as if he's speaking a secret to you. "I truly appreciate this."

You smile. "Any time." 

You two spend another half hour talking under the stars before you both decide it's getting late and you should head back to camp, feeling a little more sobered up now. You feel sad at the idea of your time with him ending but there's a sense of hope and potential in the air between you two.

Ezra smiles as you both make the decision to leave, but there's still an undeniable sadness in his heart. He had hoped that the moment would never end... but all good things, right? He stands up, offering you a hand as you get up. 

The walk back seems shorter than the going to, but you attribute that to your sadness at the prospect of the night ending. As you two reach the quarters, he turns to face you once more, his pack on his back. "Thank you for this," he says with a smile. He walks you back to your bunk and gives you a quick, reassuring smile. "I'll see you at breakfast, I expect?" He asks with a small grin.

"Yeah, definitely." You say with a soft smile. "I'll see you in the morning, Ezra. Get some sleep." You say kindly.

Ezra nods, giving you one last, warm smile. "I will. Sleep well." He gives you an understanding nod, and with that, he turns and walks away to make his way to his bunk. He stops, takes a look back, and gives you a quick, genuine wave of his hand. You wave back and he doesn’t step into his tent until he hears your tent zipper shut.

He can't stop smiling as he walks into his tent, and the thought of what just happened has him feeling quite excited. He has no idea what the future has in store for you two, but he's got a feeling you’re going to become good friends.

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--- Part 4: Saving ✧

Pairings- Dark!Sebastian Sallow x F!Auror!Reader x Auror!Ominis Gaunt  Summary- Sebastian escapes from Azkaban after 8 years. The Ministry were on high alert and searching for the escaped fugitive. Newspapers and flyers spread with the danger that could come within encounter. Sebastian Sallow’s face was plastered all over public and communal areas of the Ministry. After working for the Ministry for years, MC and Ominis Gaunt were cut off from the search. The Ministry’s numbers as of late were short due to ongoing violent events and kidnappings. Both aurors were denied any involvement due to conflict of interest.  They were secretly put under a watchful eye in case the fugitive decided to reach out to one of his old friends. After 2 weeks, the search proved fruitless. It was almost as if the man had disappeared into thin air.  Due to lack of resources, the search and security lessened when it came to Sallow. This was, quote, only a temporary decision until something new came up.This was exactly what Sebastian Sallow was hoping for. After a watchful eye and a calculated risk, he bids his time before cornering you. As painful as it was, waiting a little longer would prove to be rewarding.  Warnings- 18+, language, trauma, depression, angst, aged up characters, explicit content later on. Word Count-  5,893 Words Author’s Notes- The last official part of the series. But I will be posting one last part (aka a bonus chapter) for all who want a less painful ending xx

Writing Masterlist -- Part 3: Mourning -- Part 5: Deserving

In the silence, the night suddenly felt colder. The breeze picked up and the trees swayed more loudly. The sound of the wind was interrupted by a laugh. Sebastian’s laugh became louder as he gazed in MC’s direction. It sounded almost cynical. There were shadows in his face as he stepped back under the cover of the trees. He shook his head as he finished laughing. 

“Is the Hero of Hogwarts here to send be back to Azkaban?” 

MC felt her breath slow and her skin crawl. But she did not deny his accusations. MC could feel her blood start to boil as he watched him become more taunting towards her. She took a step forward. But she did not get far before she was stopped by Anne.

MC’s hand reached out and she tried to pull Anne out of the way.  But Anne stood in front of her, forcing MC to face her. Anne’s eyes were wide as she pleaded. 

“Please don’t, Y/N. You know what will happen if they capture him- Y/N, please. You know his fate is irreversible. I will not be able to live with myself if he is taken again.”

“Anne, I am not going to- I swear.” 

Sebastian watched the interaction with mixed emotions. The taunting and cynical matter he addressed MC was immediately gone. He wanted to laugh again but the way Anne pleaded for him.. It made him feel like a boy again. And suddenly, his thoughts were filled with memories of Anne defending him when they were younger. Sebastian turned away, unable to look at Anne. He looked past the trees and focused on the mountains. 

Anne did not pull away from MC and stared more intensely into her eyes. Anne could not decide whether she was being lied to. And it scared her. Anne’s hand rested against MC’s arm, not moving away. MC tried again, her voice strained as she spoke to Anne trying to reassure her.

“I promise you, I will not be the one to arrest him. You have my word.”

Sebastian turned back to look at them again. He heard as MC promised Anne over and over again that she would not turn Sebastian in to the Ministry. MC kept repeating how she would not arrest him, that she only wanted to talk to him, that Anne should not feel alarmed.. 

He could not take it any longer and he stepped forward. MC and Anne turned to look at him. Sebastian broke their conversation with his own words.

“You do not need to defend me Anne. I can take care of myself.. She does not have the strength to stop me.”  

Anne’s face contorted into frustration. Her voice raised in pitch as she responded. 

“Sebastian, stop. We can talk and not fight-”

“I am not fighting you, Anne. But I cannot same the same for her,” Sebastian responded. 

Anne turned to look at MC. That was when she realized that there was nothing she could do to stop what was going to happen next. MC stepped forward. Her face was full of anger. The tension between the three began to climb.

“What? Leaving Ominis on the cold street with his memories wiped was not enough? Oh wait, what about using my own wand to torture him? What about what happened in my apartment?”

MC advanced closer, seeing him respond to her words. His face turned into a sneer, reluctant to admit to any of it in front of Anne. MC’s eyes pierced into Sebastian’s as she continued to speak.

“Sebastian Sallow, a former prisoner, wants revenge and to hurt the people that wronged him.. It sounds a little cliché, I never knew you had it in you.” 

MC was spitting, her hand wrapped around her wand. The same wand Sebastian had used to torture and obliviate Ominis. Her heart pounded and all sound was suddenly gone. She felt the blood in her veins, the breeze brush against her burning skin, the electricity on her heels vibrated on to the hard dirt floor.. 

Anne stepped in front of MC again. Anne did not like the expression she wore as she confronted her brother. Anne whispered to her, hoping to calm her so nothing would happen in the current hours of the night and draw unwanted attention. But MC was not listening to any part of reason. And Sebastian’s patience was running low.

“Let her speak Anne, I want her tell me how bad the past couple of hours were. I want to hear everything that pained her during her last couple of hours of her life.. Her life, full of freedom, in the city of London, I want to hear just how selfish she really is-”

“Selfish? You’re just as selfish as I am Sebastian Sallow. And you rounding up a pity party upon your return is just how dramatic and pathetic you truly-”

“Did you say a pity party? I am sorry but not one of you showed an ounce of pity towards me-”

“Ominis did! And you almost killed him!”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened as he faced her. She was now a couple of feet away, and they were both standing in position to attack. Anne was holding on to MC’s sleeve, but she was no longer trying to stand in front of her. Sebastian’s eyes kept flickering between MC and Anne, unable to fully shout in anger. He knew, that if he said the wrong thing, he would lose Anne.. And he would lose her forever. And the way Anne hid behind one of the people he loathed the most.. It hurt him.

MC was breathing hard, waiting for his response. But he did not respond for quite some time. 

He only seemed to look at her. And then away. 

And when he responded, he didn’t sound angry. Or cynical. 

“I would never kill Ominis.” 

Sebastian’s eyes darted around the trees around them, as if he was looking for his friend. But Ominis did not appear to join them. MC felt Anne’s hand let go of her sleeve. Anne did not interrupt them as they continued to speak.

“You had a chance for parole. If only you could have waited another year or two-”

“Does it look like I could have waited another year? Tell me, do you think you could endure what-”

MC interrupted him, continuing what she was previously saying. “There was a man who murdered three of his muggle neighbors. He was released after twelve years, Sebastian. Your case was not as severe, you had a chance-” 

“If you think I had an ounce of hope during the last couple of years in there.. Do you think I had some kind of source to tell me about the events that were occurring in the outside world? And for you to stand there- and tell me what I should have done after everything that happened..” 

Sebastian’s hands turned into fists on either side of him. His tone turned low and hostile. 

“Don’t try to escape the blame that you inflicted upon yourself. You are just as guilty as I am. All of those poachers, the goblins- the dark wizards! Don’t forget all of those you attacked and possibly killed.”

Sebastian’s eyes were filled with mirth as he stepped towards her. “How are you any different than me? Tell me!”

MC did not respond, and could only stare at him as he finally showed how he truly felt.  His voice got louder as he gained his momentum. His pain and darkness were so evident in his tone. He kept going on his rampant fury.

“You are even worse than me. I at least can own up to what I have done. I have paid for it. For eight long years. But you? You.. You hold the title of a hero. Your actions to save the school do not erase the things you have done. I was there Y/N. I was there for all of it!” 

Sebastian spat the last words and smiled. The smile did not reach his eyes as he swayed in his step. He looked crazed for a moment. He truly did believe MC to be a horrible person. And she did not deny a single word he said. She did not defend herself as he called her a hypocrite. MC did not utter a single word to stop him.

“My own two friends- My friends were the ones to report me to the Ministry. My two dear friends- Ominis and MC. You did not even say a word to me before doing so.. As if throwing me into that hell hole would help me learn from my mistakes. It drove me closer to insanity. Starring at the same fucking four walls and losing hope- I stopped looking forward to seeing the sun rise… That place.. It destroyed every inch of light that I ever thought existed.”

MC remained calm as he continued to speak. There was truth in what he was screaming at her. And it hurt to finally hear him say it after all those years. MC watched him shake as he finally 

released everything he was holding inside of him. She felt tears as he came even closer to the deepest layer of his hatred.

“I never dreamt that you- you of all people.. I never would have dreamed of the day that you would betray me this way..”

The silence that followed after those words were uttered was long. Sebastian’s chest and shoulders moved as he breathed deeply. His fists continued to shake at his sides. He was shaking from the emotions that leaked out of his very being. He could not longer hold them at bay. He could no longer pick and choose anger and resentment over betrayal, hopelessness, and pain. Sebastian did not blink as he regarded MC with those painful eyes. MC did not refute any of the things he had just mentioned. In a way, Sebastian wanted her to argue with him. He wanted to hear her speak. He wanted to feel his anger grow towards her..

The wind whistled over his head, casting more darkness over his face. The leaves above dripped water on to Sebastian’s hair. His skin continued to glow pale under the peaking moonlight. 

MC waited for Sebastian to take action. She could see his body vibrating with anticipation. She was prepared for his wrath and pain. The eye contact was too intense.

And it made Anne step in front of MC again. Anne’s voice was tearful as she spoke. But Sebastian continued to hold MC’s gaze over Anne’s shoulder. 

“Sebastian, please don’t. You have done enough already. Does it not matter to you that she saved my life? That alone has to matter. She has not given up on me, even when I am not completely cured.. And I will not let you hurt her.”

In that moment, MC understood that there was unfinished business between her and Sebastian. It needed to finally be addressed and dealt with. And Anne would not let it happen without interfering. 

Sebastian gazed at MC as Anne spoke, and his features changed slightly. He could not come up with a response. It was clear that Sebastian did not fully know or understand the context behind Anne’s current state. But it was at least clear, MC was still searching for a way to help Anne and completely cure her. Whatever MC had done, it was only temporary. 

Sebastian froze at the realization. But before he could think deeply about the revelation, he saw MC’s eyes shift and change for a second. MC was the first to break the eye contact. And she now turned to look at Anne standing in front of her. Anne’s back faced her. Anne was looking at Sebastian with an expression that MC could not see. 

Slowly, MC drew her wand. With a quick flick, Anne was fell asleep on her feet. Sebastian did not move. He only watched as MC caught Anne’s body from falling on to the floor. She held Anne in her arms and lowered her against the closest tree. 

Sebastian could only stare at MC as she took off her cloak and placed it over Anne’s unconscious body.

MC took a moment to breathe as she looked at Anne. She had no other choice, and it stopped her from feeling too much guilt. Anne would not get hurt for this. 

When she finally stepped away, Sebastian stood where he was, waiting for her. His eyes looked at her frame as she straightened up and moved her attention back to him. He saw her hair move in the breeze and how it blew against her clothes.. 

“I do not deny anything you said, Sebastian.”

Her eyes were full of tears. Her expression was hard, and she could not hide the desperation. She was not fighting him. But giving in.

“I do not deny any of it. I know you will not accept this when I say that.. I regret all of it. I never stopped thinking about you. Never. Whenever I saw Anne.. In the beginning, all I saw was you. You, Seb..” 

MC took a long breath, her words coming to the tip of her tongue for the first time in all those years. She could never express or speak about her thoughts to Ominis or Anne.. And the only person who was meant to hear them was right in front of her. Even when there was an ocean that separated them from ever reconciling, forgiving, and learning to trust each other again.

“I no longer judge you for your actions, Sebastian. I do not judge you for the past. And.. I will not judge you for what you plan on doing now..” 

She paused. Her hands came to rest against her elbows. Her eyes were bright and vulnerable as she looked into his dark gaze. Her lips parted again, her voice becoming lower. Sebastian could barely hear her voice over the wind.

“I could not move on with my life. I could not go on knowing that one my closest and loyalest friend was stuck.. In that place. A place where there was no beginning and no end. I know you will not forgive me, and I know no matter what I say.. I cannot apologize enough-”

“Stop,” Sebastian finally says. 

MC stared at Sebastian as he stopped her from continuing. He was looking at the dirt floor at his feet. His shoulders were tense, and his hands were no longer shaking. MC could see barely see the expression on his face as the tree branches cast shadows over his face. 

Sebastian was pained, his eyes rimmed red. He believed her. And he hated himself for it. He wanted to hate her. But he could no longer hold that poison towards the person standing in front of him. 

Out of all scenarios he predicted, he had clearly not expected this. He had planned on hurting them, Ominis and MC, hurting them both the same way they had hurt him. He had wanted to betray and ruin the memory of their friendship, so that they could never hold a happy thought when they thought about him. In the darkest of nights, he had almost convinced himself to kill one. He wanted to kill one so that the other would have to live in pain.. The pain in his heart at the time felt as if there was no end when he gazed at the cold stoned walls. 

He hated that he could no longer hurt the woman in front of him. The woman, someone he knew deeply and at the same time did not recognize. Now as he looked at her, he could see how much she was still the same. She was standing in front of him, so vulnerable. Coatless, her white button long sleeve shirt moved in the breeze, strands of her hair fell over her face, her eyes and nose were red. If she was cold, she showed no signs of it. He hated that he owed her so much, even now after so many years rotting in Azkaban. 

He no longer knew what he wanted to do, his goals no longer existed. How difficult would it be to escape the country? Where would he go? Where could he settle and somehow try to start a new life.. Could he even start a new life so far from Feldcroft? 

All of these questions flooded into his mind as he gave up his plans of revenge. And for a fleeting moment.. He almost considered, just a thought, turning himself in. Even if it meant ending his life. 

MC watched him and waited for him to speak. She looked at him as if she would wait a whole eternity for him. Something told him that she would wait for his forgiveness. No matter how long it took.. Even if it never happened. 

But instead of responding, Sebastian took a step towards her. 

His footing was slow at first, testing the waters. The closer he got to her, the more determined and resolved his eyes became. Sebastian did not give MC a second to compose herself or to even think about her next move. Sebastian disarmed her.

Sebastian caught her wand between his nimble fingers. He had her wand in his hand and he did not stop walking towards her. MC did not move from where she stood as he came to stand in front of her. 

The expression on his face was indescribable.

Once Sebastian reached her, he pulled her was against his chest. And he kissed her. 

His lips were cold and dry against hers. But insistent. The force of his kiss made her step back in shock. His arms wrapped around her middle and pulled her even closer. His nose brushed against hers, his teeth grazed against her own.. It was an almost painful kiss. 

Sebastian’s breath was hard against her mouth. And he did not pull away from her. He moved his lips with fervor as MC responded to him. MC’s hair blew against his neck, and it tickled his skin. One of his hands let go of her middle to caress her face. Sebastian’s fingers could feel the soft, but yet cold skin under his touch. Her scent was all too familiar even after so long. Sebastian was tasting her all over again. He felt his hand shake against her cheek. 

Sebastian’s kisses became softer with familiarity. He did not let go of her. 

The longer he held her in the cold night, her thoughts became clearer. All doubt and hesitation disappeared from her mind. When she saw Sebastian on the hill moments before, her thoughts and course of action had been uncertain. 

At last, she knew what felt right.

Despite all the disdain and unresolved pain between them, she ignored all logic and doubt. Her mind pushed through the thickness that threatened to cloud her thoughts, to settle on one single thought. She did not want his life to end any time soon. 

With his guard down, she took her wand from his grasp quickly. Her hands pushed against his chest until there was distance between them. 

MC was the first to attack, and Sebastian seemed to have already predicted her response. Because he deflected her spell quickly. Their spells flashed over the far trees as they started to fight. They both walk further away from the hill, not stopping their onslaught of spells.

Sebastian and MC push their duel to the outskirts of the trees and away from Anne. And further away from the hamlet.

“This feels just like old times huh? But this time, you have the upper hand..” 

MC did not respond as he continued to speak between spells. They danced around each other, not letting the other move too far away. 

“Tell me, how long has Anne fancied Ominis?” Sebastian continued. 

“Sometime the past year. She told me a couple of months ago-” MC started to say. But she was interrupted when she deflected a fast spell aimed at her shoulder.

Sebastian smiled mischievously as he felt triumphant for almost distracting her. 

MC breathed out loudly and concentrated more. She would not let it happen again. 

She started to take the duel more seriously. And her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at him with deep intensity. MC had a plan, and she would not let Sebastian win. She could not.

The longer they fought, the more obvious it became to MC that Sebastian was not fighting to kill her. Sebastian could not bring himself to hurt MC. No matter how long he had dreamt of getting revenge. He could not longer use the fire inside of his veins to retort to mal intent. 

MC’s expression became unreadable. Sebastian was not trying to escape. 

Sebastian interrupted her thoughts as he started to laugh lightly.

“This was my favorite part about you. And I still cannot stop thinking about how you made me land on my back that one time. You were relentless when I angered you. And I.. I loved that about you.” 

Sebastian dodged her next attack, watching her face closely. His eyes were sad. But his words were full of sincerity, hoping that his words would change her reaction.

“And, in a way.. I still do.”

MC did not allow herself to react to Sebastian’s confession. She could only focus on the small window that he had given her. With one last gaze into his eyes, she waved her wand once more. Adeptly and resolved.

MC landed the perfect stunning curse against Sebastian’s chest, finally knocking him out cold. 

She watched as Sebastian fell on his back with his eyes closed. Sebastian laid still against the hard ground with his wand a short distance away.

MC let out a relieved but pained breath. She blinked repeatedly, unable to come to terms with how she had handled his confession. She started to breathe heavily and quickly. 

She felt tears as she cried. She slowly bent over and pressed her hands against her knees. She looked at her feet, trying to stop feeling so light headed. Her heart raced, and it felt as if her heart was eating at her chest.

But it had to be done. 

It took her a moment, but when she straightened got up.. She knew what needed to be done.

MC wiped her face with her sleeves and turned to look at Sebastian on the floor.

Within minutes, MC had moved Sebastian’s body next to his sister’s. MC’s formulated plan suddenly felt flawed and imperfect. She knew that she would pay in the future for her fast made decisions. But now, she had to keep going. She was running short on time. And time was crucial. 

As MC picked up Anne from the ground, and her mind recited the series of actions she had planned. It took her a good while to get Anne back to her uncle’s house. And once Anne was tucked in bed, she made sure to write a letter. It was short a brief. 

Anne, 

Don’t panic. 

Please trust me. 

I took him. 

Burn this.

MC made sure to fold the piece of parchment. It was placed inside the palm of Anne’s hand. She closed her hand before stepping away from the bed. MC took a moment to move her belongings around the room, making sure her presence was noticed in case the Ministry came knocking.

With one last glance, she pulled her cloak over herself tightly. She made sure to tie and button it enough to hide her hair and her face. She took one last breath before stepping out of the warm home. MC made her way back to Sebastian. She found him against the tree she had left him. And he looked so peaceful. Her chest started to ache as she thought about the Dementors giving him the kiss..

MC leaned down to press her hand against his neck, checking his pulse. Her own adrenaline was coursing through her body. She was on edge, and it was making it hard for her to completely focus. She had to check and see if he was still breathing. When she was satisfied, she pulled him up against the tree. MC struggled, but as soon as she managed to get a good hold on him, she apparated. 

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The highlands were beyond freezing that early morning. The snow came up to MC’s ankles and she was shivering right away. She was not dressed for such weather. She hoped that the sun would rise within the next hour. 

Her feet dragged over the snow as she levitated Sebastian next to her. She walked towards the clearing, hoping that the person she was seeking would be there.

MC walked past the trees until a small run down shack was in sight. By the time she reached the door, her feet were freezing. She knocked on it four times, making sure to time every knock precisely with the code she usually used. She shivered in front of the dark home. There was no light peeking through the window. And for a moment, she started to panic. 

What if Sloan was not there? Where could she find him? Out of all the places he traveled to and hunkered down.. 

A voice answered after a while. It was deep and slightly irritated. 

“A little late notice this time, don’t you think?” 

MC breathed in relief as the door opened. A man with thick black eyebrows and piercing dark eyes greeted her. His beard had grown since the last time she had seen him. The most unfriendly looking man gave her a one over. Then he stepped aside to let her into the building.

MC was quick to walk in and pull Sebastian in beside her. Sloan lit up a candle and waited for her to put down the stranger. She walked past the counter and avoided most of the clutter and boxes that crowded around the walls. She ended up putting him down in the other room near the fire. It was not comfortable, but she did not want him to freeze in his sleep. 

She walked back into the main room and cast a charm over her drenched ankles. 

MC wasted no time to request for his aide. The smuggler listened to her for the next 15 minutes, and his expression was more than confused. MC explained the situation with the least amount of detail she could. She did not mention who the stranger in his building was, or what he meant to her, or why it was important.. 

MC wanted Sloan to smuggle Sebastian out of the country within the next hour. 

Sloan tapped his fingers against the counter, thinking. He did not answer for a moment. 

MC could see him thinking deeply and scoping out her request. Sloan had a network of portkeys and ways of traveling undetected. After years of running a never ending business, he had a wide range of resources. 

MC’s request was very unplanned and urgent. This would normally cost close to a fortune. More so, because Sloan had recognized the man’s face. Sloan would be smuggling out an escaped prisoner. Sloan rarely smuggled wizards and witches.. But if the offer was just right, he would do it in an instant.

But MC’s situation was slightly different than his usual clientele. She was asking him to not only smuggle out the escaped convict, but to shelter him for a while.

Sloan gave a long exhale and he grunted in confirmation. MC immediately got up from her seat and made her way back to Sebastian’s slump body. 

MC lowered herself on to the floor and looked down at his resting face. His cheeks had a warm hue from the fire now. Sebastian breathed in his sleep. She could see the dark circles under his eyes.. The shadow of the boy she knew in Hogwarts was shown. He looked at peace, a face she had not seen in the past 8 years.

As she looked at Sebastian’s sleeping form, she was overcame with exhaustion and anxiety. 

Her fingers brushed the hair from his face, feeling how cold his skin was. Then, she leaned down and planted a kiss on his forehead. 

“I wish you a safe life,” She whispered to him.

Sloan leaned against the door frame. He was impatient. 

“Give him a blanket will you? And.. And make sure he wakes up safely,” She whispered. 

“Yes, he will be fine. Believe me,” He muttered to her. 

MC nodded and tried to come to terms with what she was doing. This was the only way. 

Even if there was a large possibility that she would never see him again.. This was the best and only choice to giving him a second chance. She owed it to him.

She straightened up and finally tore her gaze away from Sebastian. She walked behind Sloan and back into the crowded kitchen. 

MC reached for the pen and parchment he laid out for her on the counter. She slowly sat down on the crooked stool. She stared at the paper for a moment. And once she picked up the pen, she did not stop witting. She wrote fast and urgently, her panic so evident in her message she almost started to cry. Her pen ran out of ink by the time she was close to finishing her letter. 

But it did not matter, it was all there..

When her letter was finished, Sloan returned with a couple of bags. He dropped them on the floor by the door and wiped the snow off his gloves. 

Sloan continued to watch MC curiously. He had never seen the Auror so speechless and panicked. But he did not ask. 

MC met his gaze slowly, accepting what was coming next. Now MC would have to be obliviated. It was the common practice that Sloan required from his clientele. This had kept the Ministry out of his hair for so long. 

That was, until MC found him a couple of years ago. Sloan had been indebted to MC for the longest time.. And in a way, he was finally paying back what he owed her.

MC had not turned him in. As a matter of fact, MC covered for him and made sure Sloan was removed from the search and questioning warrants. Sloan was rumored to conduct a series of illegal actions inside and outside of the country. Such as illegally transporting others out and into the country, selling charmed objects to muggles, finding and exploiting dark objects, buying stolen goods and exchanging them for banned items to smuggle them back into the country.. The list went on.

MC had spared him, and since then he relayed information from his findings around the world. All knowledge that had contributed to her current discoveries and research involving Anne’s cure.

Sloan walked over and took the letter from the counter. He folded it and nodded at her. 

“After this, we are even L/N,” He stated gravely. 

MC nodded once in confirmation. She was unable to stop staring at the letter, wondering when she would ever see that letter again. The implications that would come after this would be severe. The thought of the Ministry finding a suspended Auror obliviated somewhere in the country made her shake with anxiety. And she hoped that for her own sake, that she did not remember the events that occurred earlier any time soon. 

Within the next minute, MC got up from the stool and turned to the smuggler. 

“Let’s get on with it.” 

MC did not sound like herself. She tried to sound confident, but her voice cracked. There were so many thoughts in her mind, telling her what she was doing was wrong. It was flawed. She had not thought it out well enough. It would all fail and it would all come down tumbling down on her.

But MC couldn’t afford to undo everything that she had decided on the past hour. This was the new direction her life had taken. Despite everything she had done to ensure a long lasting career as an Auror, to try to better herself, to move on from the past, to let go of the blame and guilt she had drowned herself in... She could no longer look back. 

MC followed Sloan out of the shack as he walked her through the next series of events. Sloan made sure to take her far from the shack as possible. 

“I will ensure his safety, L/N. But you will need to worry more about what will happen when they find you,” Sloan told her. 

They continued to tread through the snow. Sloan had voiced the inner conflict inside of her head. She was well aware of how badly things would get for her. All she had to do was ensure that she did not remember a single thing from the past couple of hours in order to keep Sebastian’s whereabouts safe.

As they continued to walk, MC no longer felt the cold from the snow. The sun was rising. And it was one of the most beautiful sights she had seen in a while. The horizon became brighter as the minutes passed, basking her with the sun’s warm rays.

“I don’t think I am cut out to be an Auror, Sloan. I came to learn that not so long ago,” She admitted as they walked. 

Sloan chuckled at her words. For once, the rugged man agreed with her. 

“I saw that the moment you let me go.”

… *… * …

It was six hours later when Sebastian finally woke. He blinked, looking at his surroundings. His mind was a blur as he struggled to remember the last thing he had done. 

He was met with a fireplace, and a very dark room. The warmth of the fire spread over the small home. The silence of the room made him wake up quickly. He looked down at himself to see a blanket over him. He was resting on a beaten couch that smelled like beer. And he was wearing a winter coat over his clothes. He found his wand tucked inside of his coat. 

Sebastian’s mind turned as he remembered being in Feldcroft. He remembered kissing and then fighting MC, and then.. 

He had been knocked out cold.

Sebastian walked to the edge of the room. His hands reached out and pulled the curtains away from the window. He could not see anything through the frost that covered the glass. His hand wiped the glass and he could only see snow down a slope.. 

He was somewhere on a mountain. How did he get here? 

Sebastian pulled away from the window and walked back to the fireplace. He noticed the mantelpiece, it was carved so differently than the ones back home. The walls were covered bricks, stone, wood all built to withstand sever cold weather.

Why was he here? And who.. 

Everything suddenly felt unfamiliar. Sebastian sat down on the couch, realizing that he was no longer in Feldcroft.

Sebastian was no longer in the Scotland. He was no longer in the same country. 

Sebastian woke to find himself alone inside an abandoned cabin, in the heart of the Balkan mountains.

✧

[andreafmn]

12 Days of Ficmas - Day 11

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): someone answered my daughter’s ‘dear santa’ letter and it’s actually super sweet how kind they’re being

Word Count: 3.1K

Story Description: It's hard being a single mom, especially during Christmas when all you wanna do is give your child a day to remember. But Ellie, (Y/N)'s daughter writes a letter for Santa that somehow falls into the hands of an Avenger.

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Female!SingleMom!Reader

A/N: Back to not being caught up, but life happens 😅🫣 anywho, Merry Christmas everyone!! Thank you for following along with my stories, it truly has made my year 💖💖

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Dear Santa

Christmas was a hard time for many people. (Y/N) being one of them.

Though she loved her daughter more than anything in the world, it was tough being a single mother. During the holiday of giving there were certain expectations to provide your child with a day to remember. And although she did the best she could every year, she always felt like it wasn’t enough.

It was hard being by herself and doing everything in her power to provide for her daughter. She worked as much as she could without missing important moments with her daughter, Ellie. It was hard but she had managed it for six years already.

“Alright, dude, ready to make your list for Santa?” (Y/N) asked her daughter, sitting down next to her on the floor. “We can make it really pretty.”

“But I don’t want you to see this one, mommy,” the girl said covering the paper. “This one goes straight to the North Pole.”

“Okay, baby. I won’t peek.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, dude,” she laughed. “I promise I won’t look at this one. But I need to at least know what you’ll be asking for Christmas; cause I have to consult with Santa what the budget is.”

“I know, mommy,” Ellie smiled.  “Now, go! I gotta finish this.”

“Geez, you’re pushy today. But, fine. I’ll go to the kitchen and bake some brownies just for me, then.”

“That’s not fair! You have to share.”

“I’ll consider it,” she laughed. “Finish your letters and then we’ll talk.”

(Y/N) left her daughter for the kitchen, watching how she lost herself writing. She uncapped markers and pens, sharpened colored pencils, and brought out the crayons. She did everything to make this the best letter to Santa she had ever written.

Curiosity peaked in the woman as her daughter put her whole energy into the piece of paper in front of her. But she had promised the girl that the letter would remain between Ellie and Santa, and she meant to keep that promise. It would simply get lost in the sea of letters to the North Pole that would never reach the imaginary old man dressed in red.

The next morning, before dropping the girl off at school, they stopped at a blue mailbox. The little girl excitedly dropped both letters into the receptacle and went on with their day, thinking nothing would come out of the secret letter.

At least she had been able to see the one with her list. A couple of dolls, a couple of cars, a science kit, and other things (Y/N) could simply not afford yet. She would work as much overtime as she could at her job and hoped the Christmas bonus at the office would be enough to make rent and have left over for the presents.

A week later – after completely forgetting about the secret letter – (Y/N) was looking at her mail when a bright red envelope caught her attention. The letter was embossed in gold and the penmanship seemed expensive. Nothing she would receive from any of her friends or her family.

It was addressed to her and her daughter, which struck her as odd. Especially since there was no return address on the letter. Taking a knife, she sliced the top of the envelope open, pulling out a thick cardstock invitation from inside and a smaller envelope addressed only to Ellie.

On one side, it simply read:

You are invited to the

Avengers Winter Soiree

December 24th at 7 o’clock

at Avenger’s Tower

Dress Code | Formal

On the other side, in a handwritten font:

 A town car will be around to pick you and your daughter up at 6:30 pm on the 24th

(Y/N) didn’t understand how this invitation got to her, or even why. It wasn’t like she had entered a contest or met any of the members of the team. Receiving that letter was quite a peculiarity. But Ellie seemed to know exactly why they were the recipients of the letter.

“It was Santa, mommy!” Ellie exclaimed after reading the letter that was just for her. “We’re gonna meet the Avengers! Look. Look!”

The girl waved the piece of paper around as she ran to her mother to show her the letter written with the same lettering behind the invitation. Excitement overflowed from the child as she waited for her mother to finish the card that read,

Dear Ellie, I would like to let you know that we got your letter for Santa. It seems some envelopes got mixed up in the mail, and we just so happened to get yours in our mail. But, don’t worry! We had a talk with Santa and he said it was okay for us to help him with it. That’s why you and your mom were invited to the Christmas party in the Avengers Tower. You’re gonna be able to tour places no one is allowed in, join us in the lab, and be able to spend some time with the Avengers. We truly hope you are both able to join us on that day and that you enjoy your Christmas with us! Hope to see you soon, Bruce Banner Merry Christmas!

It was a heartwarming letter and it made her eyes well up with tears. The response was kind and completely out of the blue. And it made the woman all that more curious as to what her daughter had asked Santa for.

They were both excited about the party for the rest of the week, giddy to finally meet the valued heroes of New York. When the night came, (Y/N) and Ellie got clothed in their new dresses. The woman did both of their hair, put a bit of makeup on Ellie upon her request, and did her own.

Waiting for the clock to hit six-thirty was excruciating, their excitement too high to let them sit still. They were minutes away from the most sensational night of their lives, and they still could not believe it. Luck didn’t normally change for people like them.

As soon as the clock shifted into those awaited for three numbers, a knock rang out through the small apartment. The sound made Ellie jump to her feet, her sky-blue dress bouncing as she got up. The girl pulled at her mother’s arm, beckoning for her to move faster.

With a chuckle, (Y/N) gathered her things – keys, phone, purse, and coats. She turned off the lights in the apartment, making sure everything was off and their home would be there when they came back.

“Ready to go, dude?” 

“Yes!” Ellie screamed. “Let’s go!” 

On the other side of the door, they were met with a man in an all-black suit. He had a kind smile as a perfect accessory to his outfit, a pin with the Avengers’ symbol on his lapel.

“Ms. (Y/L/N?” he asked before she confirmed with a nod. “Well, my name is Lucas Miller and I’m here to escort you to the Avengers’ Tower.” 

“I’m Ellie,” the girl chimed in.

“Hello, Ellie,” he smiled. “Are you both ready to go?”

“Yes,” they chorused.

Mother and daughter followed Lucas out of the building and into a black town car. Inside, he told them they could help themselves to any food or drink that was in the back. But they were both too nervous to take anything. It was the nicest car they had ever been in, and they had no idea what to do with themselves.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the heart and soul of New York and park right in front of the tall tower where the world’s mightiest heroes resided. Rare was the time that the duo came into the city, and each time they did they were reminded of why people gravitated so much to the place.

Especially in the wintertime, New York City was a sight to behold. In between the white blanket of snow that always rested on the pavement, the lights and decorations made the whole grandeur of the city seem even bigger. For the time being, they were lucky to call that place home.

Lucas directed them both into the building and to the last floor.

“Well, this is where I’ll leave you,” he announced. “Just stay put and someone will be out to greet you in just a second. Have fun, and Merry Christmas.” 

“Thank you, Lucas,” (Y/N) responded. “Merry Christmas.” 

The man disappeared into the elevator, out of sight until the next day when he came to take them home. After the elevator dinged, the big doors in front of them opened, and a man walked out.

(Y/N) recognized him instantly. She had seen him in the news, rarely, but she had. He had been the same man to respond to her daughter’s letter.

“Hi,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Bruce.” 

“(Y/N),” she smiled, taking his hand in hers. “Nice to meet you.” 

“And you must be Ellie,” Bruce directed himself to the girl. “We’ve all been very excited to finally meet you.”

“Can we see the labs?” the girl burst.

“Dude, manners,” (Y/N) reprimanded her daughter in whispers.

“That’s quite alright,” he chuckled. “I can tell you’re excited. So, why don’t we go on a tour of the place first?” 

The pair followed the man as he directed them through the place. Bedrooms, kitchen, training rooms, med bay, and simply any place that Ellie was simply not interested in – and she made that known many times. The girl wanted to rush through every spot that wasn’t their research lab, so all she did was peak in as Bruce talked and moved onto the next thing.

When they finally made their way to the labs, Ellie’s face lit up brighter than the city that doesn’t sleep. She stared in amazement as Bruce explained what every machine was for, the type of research he did there every day, and the things they had already accomplished with said research.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile at her daughter as she spoke to the man about things she could barely comprehend. The girl went on and on with questions the woman had no idea one could have. She was the most excited her mother had ever seen — going to museums was the second closest. It was the sort of happiness (Y/N) could give her every day.

What did surprise her was Bruce’s attentiveness to Ellie. He was patient with her, listening attentively to everything she said, and making sure she was satisfied with the answers before moving on to the next thing. When his attention wasn’t on Ellie, he would turn to (Y/N) and try to explain in simpler words what they were speaking of, making sure she felt part of the conversation.

Bruce was charming. Quiet, but very charming. There was something about him that made it easy to gravitate toward him. It did help that he was easy on the eyes, (Y/N) thought. But it was the fact that he was being so kind that made him the most attractive.

After being in the labs for over an hour, the three of them moved to where the Christmas party was in full swing. It was a small enough gathering. (Y/N) was able to point out the most known heroes quickly, some of the others were hazy but she knew their faces.

“Hey, Ellie,” Bruce said as he motioned for the kids in attendance to come closer. “Why don’t you play with the kids? These are Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel. Guys, this is Ellie.”

Quickly, the kids ran off to play whatever it was they could, falling into a friendship as only children could. It was heartwarming how easily her daughter fit in, her happiness the only thing the mother cared for.

The man introduced the woman to the group, going around the room and making sure everyone knew who she was. (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel a mixture of intimidation and awe. She was sharing the same space with people that saved lives whilst she wasted away in an office. Yet they all seemed… normal. When they spoke to her she felt she was their peer rather than a random civilian.

After an hour of socializing in a group, Bruce and she were left by themselves as everyone carried on in their own conversations. He ordered a drink for them both as they stood at the bar, chatting with each other.

“So, I’m still wondering,” (Y/N) started as she took a sip of her glass. “Why were we picked to come here? I don’t see anyone else here that had no connection to the avengers. So, why us?”

“Well, what I told Ellie in the letter was true,” he responded staring down at his glass, too nervous to look her in the face. “Her letter did get mixed up with our mail. When I read it, I just felt the need to reach out. Have you not read it?”

“Ellie didn’t want me to read it, actually,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Said it was a secret between her and Santa. I promised her I wouldn’t read it, so I didn’t. And, somehow, now we’re sharing a space with the people that have saved the world a couple of times now. So, it had to be a hell of a letter.”

“Would you like to read it?” Bruce finally looked into her eyes, staring at the glimmer that was in them.

She was an attractive woman, that he could admit. But what intimidated him was her kindness. Ellie had made sure to paint her mother in a beautiful light in her letter. And though, mostly, he invited them to the party to fulfill Ellie’s wish, he also wanted to meet the mother of such a bright girl.

“I-I shouldn’t,” she stammered. “I promised her I wouldn’t. But you could tell me the gist of it. That’s a loophole, right?”

“Mostly she spoke about you. She said she had the most kind, hardworking, loving mother in the world,” he started as a dark red hue washed over her. “Ellie wrote that she knew how hard you tried to give her the best life you could. That being by yourself was hard, but you never put that on her – always trying to appear strong so she doesn’t know when you’re struggling. But she does.

She sees the nights you don’t sleep, the things you renounce for yourself so you can give to her. So, she asked for a Christmas when you didn’t have to stress over that. She said she wanted at least one day where you could feel as special as you made her.

And she said she really wanted to see the labs in the tower one day and learn about everything we – or rather I – did here. You have a very loving and bright kid, (Y/N). You should be proud.”

“Oh, I am,” she said as she wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes. (Y/N) took Bruce’s hand in hers. “Thank you for this, Bruce, truly. It’s been hard being just the two of us, but somehow we’ve made it work.”

“To be perfectly transparent, her letter made me want to meet you. It was so genuine that I couldn’t help but be curious as to who had raised such a smart young girl.”

“Are you saying you had ulterior motives, Mr. Banner?” she teased. “That you didn’t do this out of the pure kindness of your heart?”

“W-well, y-you know,” he struggled to speak. Though he had started the flirting, he had never thought she would reciprocate.

“I’m only teasing, Bruce. I am actually glad I got to meet you,” she smiled. “If I am being perfectly honest, you are my favorite Avenger.” 

A look was exchanged between them, one that made everyone stare at them. It was no secret that Bruce lacked in the socializing department, but he had been very adamant to invite this seemingly random woman to their Christmas party.  

“Kiss her!” Thor yelled out, faking a cough.

 “Make a move, Banner!” Steve joined in.” 

“If you won’t,” Tony said passing behind them. “I will.” 

“Stop it, guys,” Natasha chimed in. “You know he’s a slow burner.” 

As everyone chuckled, Bruce guided (Y/N) out onto the balcony. As soon as the cold air hit them, he took off his blazer, draping it over her shoulders to cover her from the weather. Their hands brushed for a split second, and they felt it. A spark. Unlike when she had laid a comforting hand on him when he told her about the content of her daughter’s letter, this was purely done randomly.

“So, your favorite avenger?” Bruce smiled, breaking the silence. “I think you mean the Hulk is your favorite.”

“Nope. Dr. Bruce Banner is,” (Y/N) corrected, wearing the same teasing smile he did. “Ellie and I are fans of what happens behind the scenes rather than the fights. It takes a different kind of strength.”

“Well, I’m always happy to meet my fans,” he chuckled. “Although, I think you’re hurting the big guy’s pride.”

“Thankfully, I’m not interested in the big guy. But I am interested in a 5’9,” brown-haired, brown-eyed man with a Ph.D. in Nuclear Physics.”

“You’ve really done your research,” he smiled proudly.

“I told you, me and my daughter are big fans of yours.”

He took a second to respond, staring deeply into her (Y/E/C) eyes, before he asked, “Would you like to be my dare to our New Year’s Party?” he blurted. “Obviously with Ellie, of course.”

“Only if you take me on a date without Ellie.”

“I think I could swing that,” he chuckled.

(Y/N) couldn’t wait any longer and stood on her tiptoes to place a kiss on Bruce’s lips. After getting over being startled, he kissed back. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer to him. She could feel his warmth even in this weather and she wanted more.

“What was that for?” he asked pulling away out of breath.

“Well, didn’t have time to get you a Christmas present as a thanks for this invitation,” she grinned. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“As far as I know, this is the best Christmas present I’ve gotten.”

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[i-willstealyourtoes]

Hiiii I really like your writing could you write a fluffy fic Sokol x masc!y/n x jacket, watching old horrors and cuddling I think it’d be cute, I’m not great at describing stuff sorryyyyy

Hiiii this is actually my first poly fic so pls bare with me lmao- Anyway, u described it well, ur all good :)

Sokol + Jacket with (male/masc) s/o watching (old) horror movies

- Okay so

- It was actually a pretty peaceful day today, despite your hectic job

- There was actually no heists to do for you three, so this entire day you guys were just chilling

- Maybe you were at the gym, maybe you were playing games, idk

- But what I do know is by the end of it y'all were all sitting on the couch in Jackets room (in the safehouse), watching some random horror movie on his small TV

- The movie itself was not important

- What was more important was how y'all were sitting

- You were sitting in the middle, your arm around Sokol and his around you, while Jacket simply rested his head on your lap

- (You is living the life frrr)

- Sokol and Jacket were both just watching the movie, whilst you just looked at both of them, feeling blessed (as you should tbh)

- Sokol was just commenting on how he would 'never die because of the murderer/monster' and that 'he would kill them instead'

- Jacket wasn't really watching with full attention, he seemed really tired today

- He was kind of watching??? But he only rlly looked at the violent moments

- Whenever someone died on screen, Sokol and you would just talk about how stupid the victim was

- Jacket would add another point fo you two and it would further prove how dumb they are

- It was a frequent back and forth where you guys were just constantly trashing the movie 💀

- If there was any romantic pair, Sokol would absolutely trash talk them 💀

- Especially if they split up of their own accord

- 'What idiots. I would never split up with you guys.'

- Jacket would chip in about how even if you all split up the killer wouldn't get you

- Which is true, you guys kill for a living so-

- Eventually Jacket would actually fall asleep

- You and Sokol would just be like 'awwwwww'

- 'Aw, how cute. We should draw uh... moustache on his face.'

- 'Sokol, NO-'

- Jacket would kill you two if you did

- If you fell asleep with Jacket, then Sokol would just sigh, satisfied with his life

- I mean duh, he's got too lovely boyfriends ofc he is happy :>

- 'Aaahh.... this, this is the life.'

- If anyone came in to judge y'all/wake you guys up, Sokol would just whisper shout and glare

- He would shout but he'd wake you guys up :(

- 'Hey! Shut the fuck up! They're sleeping, дебил!' (Дебил (debil) means idiot I think)

- He'd then just pull both of you closer, then fall asleep with you guys

- If Sokol fell asleep before you did, feel free to carry them to bed or smth

- I mean, you could just sleep with them there but like- Back owies

- So after carrying them (bonus points if you carry them at the same time) to bed, you just decide to lay with them too :)

- Sokol's on his back, your sleeping in his arms as Jacket rests on your chest

- It's so comfy there... can't life just be like this all the time??? 😭

- Sokol and Jacket snore kind of but very lightly so don't worry

- It's actually kind of calming to hear their breathing in a way??? It let's you know that they're both still there and stuff :)

[stardustbarbarians]

I got tagged by @welightthefire (thank you for the tag!!)

1. How do you feel 2022 has gone in terms of writing?

Well, considering I started writing for this fandom back in February and managed to fill up my master list (as well as write two series holy cow!) I'd say it was a rather productive year!

2. What pieces are you proudest of this year? It can be a shot/blurb/headcannon, a whole series or even a specific chapter.

Too Pretty For War is the first one that comes to mind, however I am also immensely proud of Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines as well as Everything Leaves You Hungry

3. Is there anything you posted that you wish had reached more people? (No such thing as a flop here!) Shout it out, it might catch a new pair of eyes!

Truthfully, all of my fics for Daniel.

4. Can you give us a hint of anything coming before the end of the year? Maybe even a little taster?

Too Pretty For War Chapter 9 teaser incoming!

Two months. Two months it took for Athens to get a new king. It was through no fault of the kingdom’s that such a gap in leadership occurred, rather due to the fact that Princess Y/N requested that they wait until her family could make the trip from Sparta. It was not as if the kingdom was left ungoverned, Sam was just running the kingdom without the official title. 

However, that was set to change today. On the most blasted hot day of the entire summer. It was sweltering, sweat dripping off one’s skin from the moment the sun rose. There was no reprieve. Even basking in the shade was nothing more than a slight improvement. Samuel and his wife were forced to stand in the stifling heat for the entirety of the day. Once the ceremony was over and Samuel was officially king, the first thing he would do would be to demolish the long ceremony. 

5. Are you setting any writing goals for next year, or just going with the flow? If you are, what are they?

I'm just gonna go with the flow like I always do <3

6. Do you have any one shots or finished pieces you're tempted to expand on or revisit next year?

Well... I did leave the ELYH saga on a cliffhanger.... and it has been calling my name as of late.... but who knows. And I still have that bonus chapter for Too Pretty For War that I promised!

7. Is there anything new you're tempted to try out? A new style/trope/AU/another person in the fandom?

I do have an old Grease AU that I started for a different fandom and I have been thinking about revisiting it. I'm fairly certain someone else in the fandom has written a Grease fic and I'd have to ask them if they'd feel comfortable with me also posting one before I'd even think about posting mine. Oh! I also have an Indiana Jones AU I've been chipping away at for months (and another AU that I'm going to keep a secret until I've written enough to post a teaser).

8. Now to hype some other writers! What's a piece you read back in the first half of the year that you can shout out?

Westerberg: A Cautionary Tale by @t00turnttrauma Girl I still couldn't believe what you did to Sam in the 4th chapter I was shook as hell. I remember texting one of my friends being like "ain't no way she's actually gonna do it" and then you DID

9. And how about something you've read more recently?

Well, the stuff I have enjoyed the most is actually unreleased fics from @t00turnttrauma and @ofthecaravel of which I am not at liberty to disclose, but just know they're so amazing and awesome and I cannot wait until their stuff is released so I can gush about it freely. (Kim I am begging so nice on my hands and knees to take another crack at the Coven one please please please - but don't feel pressured)

10. A fun one to finish...If you could insert yourself into any fic in the fandom, which would it be and what do you think would happen?

I'd have to go with Sinister by @godlygreta because I love angst that much apparently. Also the whole vibe of that fic is so immaculate and I think about this fic all the time. (If I were to go with one of my own fics I'd pick Too Pretty For War I just wanna see Sam in a toga everyday)

Tagging @t00turnttrauma :)

[mysteryblurbs]

get the kids talking.

1) pick a thing they said. 2) between whom?