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peachhcs · 21 days

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losing the championships

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will's self-doubt creeps in after losing the finals making him snap at the one person who's always there for him, almost making her turn her back on him.

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warnings: a bit of angst, arguing, crying, this is a sad post in general

ik im feeding y’all rn but i feel weird putting this out in two days and not now haha, but guys you know i had to do it. i had to get the angst out. i think this is like the first angsty post in the series?? i hate when there is angst, but i love writing it lmao. i'm not sure how accurate some of this is, but i hope the trio stays on for another season!! i'd actually be devestated if they don't. anyways keep requesting!! <3

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it didn’t feel real. nothing felt real watching her best friends crumple to the ice in utter defeat and heartbreak just two days after winning the semifinals. samy stood up in the stands nearly motionless while everything around her fell silent. she didn’t think those moments were actually real whenever they played in movies, but here she was hardly focusing on anything but her best friends in tears.

her eyes couldn’t leave ryan on his knees with his face in the ice. she just wanted to wrap all of them into her arms so none of them would feel this type of pain anymore.

the stupid jumbotron panned to everyone’s reactions, basically putting the boys on full blast when they most definitely didn’t want anyone to see them crying like they were. samy’s heart only broke further when she finally looked down at her boyfriend trying to hold himself together while comforting a sobbing ryan and teary gabe.

her own eyes grew teary seeing those three so destroyed not knowing what was next for any of them. that was probably the scariest part.

when will searched for samy’s gaze the waterworks broke like a dam for the couple. the youngest hughes was completely crying and will’s shame settled into his skin that he lost the game without even scoring a single point.

their coach urged the boys down the tunnel before the cameras could get any more shots of them. samy tried pulling herself together, but her hiccuping cries didn’t stop slipping out no matter how hard she tried holding them in.

boston’s side of the lobby was nearly silent which almost mirrored michigan’s team two days ago. suddenly, seeing those happy memories wasn’t as easy anymore. samy’s mind raced wondering if this game really was the last for her favorite trio or if they’d stay on one more season with boston.

thirty minutes passed before the bc boys slowly trickled out of the locker room. their bloodshot eyes and tear stained faces were enough to send more tears into samy’s own eyes. her lip quivered waiting for her boyfriend to appear, but he didn’t come out after his usual spot behind ryan and gabe. the two boys found samy’s gaze, frowning even deeper.

“hey, i’m so sorry. i-i have no words,” samy brought them into big hugs hoping to ease a bit of their ache.

“what a fucking night,” ryan muttered bitterly.

“you guys played well. those refs were idiots making calls,” the brunette shook her head.

“will’s still in there. he’s..he’s not taking this one too well. you can go in if you want, but he may explode. I i don’t want you to think he’s mad at you, he’ll just find something to take his anger out on,” gabe explained briefly. samy’s eyes slid towards the locker room doorway where her boyfriend hid.

“don’t worry, i know how he gets. I’ll see if i can talk to him,” she couldn’t be scared of will.

he was her best friend and boyfriend. he’d never intentionally hurt her and if he said things, she knew he was just angry with himself, not her. the girl shuffled her way towards the locker room trying to put on a brave face for will’s sake.

she knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. her eyes scanned the practically empty room until she found her boyfriend slumped in his stall at the end of the benches. her hands trembled as she slid further in and leaned against the door.

“will?”

his eyes snapped towards hers. he looked like a mess and that only unleashed more waterworks seeing him in this state. it wasn’t one samy saw him a lot in, so when she did, it hurt extra hard.

“if you’re here to try and make me feel better, i don’t wanna hear it,” the boy mumbled bitterly which quickly caught samy off guard.

she wasn’t expecting that from him so immediately.

“i’m not. just here to be with you,” the girl said, trying to hide the shake in her voice.

“well, i’m not really in the mood to be around anyone right now. just go. i’ll be out in a few minutes,” the bitterness in his voice definitely stung, but samy tried shaking him off knowing he was just upset.

“will..” she inched forward, wanting to reach out to him. he looked as if anyone touched him he’d just break into a million pieces.

“i said go. i don’t need your fucking sympathy. i feel feel like shit,” the blonde snapped this time making samy instantly draw back.

“i know you’re upset, i get it. this loss fucking sucks. i’m just trying—”

“you don’t fucking get it, samy! i just lost the championship game 2-0. we scored zero points. you know how fucking embarrassing that is? i’ve been trying to prove myself all season about how good i can be and then i lose the championship game. you’ll never fucking get it!” there it was.

will’s tone rose with anger and hurt all mixed into one. samy swallowed the nerves climbing higher in her stomach as she tried remembering none of this was really directed at her. she was just the person will was getting his anger out on.

“i-i do get it, will. remember my championship game in december? we choked. i-i get it, i do. it sucks and i’m so sorry it ended this way. i wish it didn’t—”

“stop saying you get it. it’s not the fucking same. you’ve never had to work for anything in your life because of your family!”

the blonde’s harsh words finally hit a nerve. samy’s face twisted and she didn’t know anymore if he really didn’t mean it or not, but through the anger, will realized what he said.

“samy..i didn’t—”

“fuck you, will. you of all people should know how hard i’ve worked to be where i am right now. i know you’re upset about everything right now, but you don’t need to bring me down to make yourself feel better. don’t bother waiting up. i’m leaving with ryan and gabe,” samy stormed out of the locker room before will could say anything more.

the tears streamed down her face as soon as she was in the lobby again. ryan and gabe instantly noticed her distraught expression, immediately going to her.

“shit, what happened?” ryan muttered.

“can we just go? i can’t deal with him right now,” samy choked out. the two exchanged a worried glance, but obliged.

the whole ride back to the hotel was nothing but silence as everyone reeled from the disappointing night.

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gabe let samy camp out in his hotel room for the night. he didn’t dare ask her what happened in the locker room knowing she’d tell him if she wanted to; however, the dark-haired boy wanted to go knock some sense into will knowing he most definitely snapped too hard at samy which made her want to avoid him.

it was almost two in the morning when there was a small knock. still awake, the two exchanged wary glances, so gabe got the door.

he pulled it open to reveal a very weary, teary-eyed, sad, and frustrated will. for a moment, gabe almost let him in, but he stopped himself because he didn’t want the boy blowing up at samy again. the girl sat nervously on the bed just out of sight of the door listening in on them.

“is she here?” will rasped out, voice dry from the amount he cried after samy left the locker room and getting back to the hotel.

“i’m not sure i wanna answer that,” gabe stood his ground.

“come on, perreault. leno said he didn’t have her,” will tried again.

hearing how wrecked he sounded broke samy’s heart all over again. gabe gazed back at her, a look in his eyes asking her if she really wanted to see him.

even though he insulted her, something in samy was still trying to justify it for him being upset and angry. she really wanted to believe he didn’t mean it. with that, the girl crawled off the bed and shuffled her way behind gabe’s 6’1 figure.

“we can talk in your room,” samy mumbled.

“o-okay,” the shake in her boyfriend’s voice made samy want to lunge herself at him and make all the pain go away, but she had to stand up for herself still.

“you’re sure?” gabe wondered before letting her go.

“i’m sure. i’ll see you tomorrow,” she rubbed his arm and stepped around him.

her and will walked three doors down where his hotel room was. it was basically hers too since most of her stuff was scattered across the room over the past few days they’ve been there.

will shut the door behind them. the brunette looked at him expectantly knowing she said everything she could. a beat of silence passed before the tears quickly filled the blonde’s eyes and he started completely sobbing in front of her. he crumpled against the door, choking sobs falling from his lips as he body sunk into the ground.

for a second, samy just stared at him until her instincts kicked in and she went to him without hesitation this time.

“oh will,” she curled into his side, stroking his hair as his body fell into hers.

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean any of it. i don’t know why i said it. i was upset and i know that’s not an excuse at all,” the boy rambled into her shoulder.

“i know this loss hurts, but taking your anger out on people with harsh words isn’t gonna make it better,” samy said.

“i know, i know. i-i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have lashed out on you. that’s not fair to you at all.”

“i was just trying to comfort you like i always do after losses,” the girl hated seeing her boyfriend so upset like this. his tears dripped everywhere on her even after samy tried wiping them away with her thumb.

“i know. i shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. i just.. I didn’t want you to see me like that,” will’s voice grew softer at his small admission.

“what do you mean like that?” i’ve seen you lose games before.”

“i don’t know if this is how you felt after your soccer game, but i felt so pathetic for losing a championship game where we didn’t even score. my pride was hurt and i worried you’d think i wasn’t good enough anymore because i lost like that,” his words continued breaking samy’s heart.

she grabbed ahold of his face so he was looking at her, “i’d never think any less of you because you lost. it happens. you’re not pathetic for losing and i promise it doesn’t make me look at you any differently.”

“i guess i’m just always scared you’ll get sick of me and realize i’m not actually worth it. that and a hundred other emotions were just going through me and it came out really wrong,” will frowned.

a small sigh escaped the girl’s lips hearing the boy she’s known all her life doubt himself so much. “you’re always worth it, will. nothing’s ever gonna change that for me, okay? i’m always gonna be in love with you and wanna be around you win or lose, whatever's happening in your career. you’re stuck with me,” a small laugh escaped their lips at the last part.

“i know that. i just get really doubtful when i get down on myself and hard losses like that happen.”

“i get it, but i’m not going anywhere, okay? you played your best tonight, those refs were making shit calls and unfortunately, denver just figured us out.”

a small nod came from will. he pushed his forehead onto samy’s just trying to ease all the thoughts running through his mind while focusing on the way she ran her fingers gently through his hair and around his curls. some of his roots were rough and red from the way he pulled harshly on them earlier, so her gentle motions slowly eased the ache.

“i’m scared that i don’t know what’s gonna happen next with any of us,” will spoke again after a small silence.

he lifted his head again to meet his girlfriend’s gaze before leaning it against the door.

“are you gonna sign on?” the idea played in samy’s mind as well after tonight’s game.

the decision was entirely up to the coaches of each of the guy’s respective teams, but considering how well all of them played and improved in one season, they may want them sooner rather than later.

“i don’t know. it’s up to whether the sharks want me now or later,” will answered.

“have you talked to ryan or gabe? what they may do?”

“washington’s pushing closer to the playoffs. they may want ryan on for it. i dunno. gabe’s most likely gonna stay. i don’t think the rangers are quite ready for him yet. the ideal situation is we all stay one one more season with boston,” will explained a bit, his fingers drawing mindles shapes into samy’s leg.

“what do the sharks say about you?” the girl wondered with a raised eyebrow.

“you know what they say about me. they want me now. they wanna wait another year. it’s..sort of up to me i guess,” will shrugged a bit, avoiding eye contact.

“would you sign on now?” she rephrased her question from earlier.

“if i sign on now, my entire life gets flipped around in a week and i have to move to california, but then i’d possibly get to play in the playoffs. if i wait, i get to stay with boston and everyone for another year and more importantly, see you more frequently than if i was in california,” samy rolled her eyes at the last part—he was always so down bad for her.

“don’t make the decision based on me, will. you’ll see me still.”

“i know, but i think i do subconsciously anyway. you’re just my life now,” his words sent a deep blush across the girl’s cheeks.

“i’m flattered,” she rubbed the side of his cheek making him lean into her touch.

“you’re everything to me, samy. i’m really, really in love with you and i can’t imagine my life without you in it,” will smiled softly.

the girl flushed, but returned his smile. hearing those kinds of things come out of his mouth was still something the brunette was getting used to even after 9 months of being together.

“you’re everything to me too, will. i love you a lot.”

the boy leaned forward to place a gentle, yet loving kiss on her lips. they melted into one another, small sighs escaping their mouths at the contact. her hands tugged at his curls while his own curved around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer like he needed her as close as possible or else he couldn’t function.

part of it was true. without samy, will was lost like a fish in the ocean. she was a part of him and he was a part of her. they were intertwined and always would be. her soft lips soothed every single thought and self-doubt will had because as long as his favorite girl believed in him, that was all that mattered.

“i know i said this already, but thank you for being here. it means a lot to me,” will said when they pulled apart.

“i’d never miss this. i’ll always skip classes for you,” she grinned.

the boy beamed, pulling her back in for another kiss.

the two didn’t get into bed until nearly 3:30 in the morning. samy curled into will’s side, his arm tightly around her as she laid on his chest. the tension in the air completely dissipated and the cries died down. things felt okay again.

they’d sleep tangled in one another all night knowing the next morning samy had to catch her plane back to michigan and will would be left with one big decision that would decide what plane he had to catch.

#hughes!sister x will smith au #will smith hockey #samy x will #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #uofmichigan #bc hockey #ryan leonard #gabe perreault #will smith hockey fluff #willl smith fluff #umichsoccer

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bloodyshadow1 · 4 months

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look, people are free to complain about changes to the tv series from the book all they want. I and others are free to judge, but that's life on tumblr. But seriously, if you are going to complain about the changes in the show, can you at least complain about the things they actually changed, please.

With the last episode (episode 3) I've seen people complaining about things that were 'changed' like sending Medusa's head to Olympus, you know the thing that happens in the book. I've also seen people complain about Gabe appearing in the Oracle's green smoke to tell the prophecy, yeah it's not him and his poker buddies, but it's still basically the same thing. I've seen people bitch about Percy and Annabeth not getting along and I wonder if they've ever read the book. Percy and Annabeth always fight, but yes, in the first book, especially early on, they fought fought like crazy. Literally the turning point in their relationship as grudging allies on the same quest to friends doesn't happen for a few more episodes.

Again, do whatever you want, but if you complain about how they changed stuff from the book about stuff that's in the books you're going to look like an idiot.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo spoilers #pjo tv show

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sc0tters · 9 months

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Not That Bad | Ryan Leonard

summary: Ryan and you have been at odds for years, your new friendship with Will though seems to push his buttons even more.

request: yes/no

warnings: mature scenes, p in v, swearing.

word count: 2.36k

authors note: Ryan got the most requests out of all of the new draftees for this but I will say it made me laugh how many of you wanted Ryan smut. If this is shit though nobody is allowed to tell Kenz. I wrote the ending for this at the football game that I’m at so yeah, enjoy!

It felt like hell seeing you get along with him.

The way you let out a cheer when you beat Will for the second time in a row in a game of uni “you’re cheating!” The blonde groaned as he watched you kick your legs as you giggled.

Ryan wasn’t a jealous person, you didn’t even fit into a category of people that he liked. But the way Will ran his fingers up your bare leg it made Ryan think about doing some pretty aggressive things.

What made it worse was that Gabe didn’t seem to care that his best friend was definitely flirting with his twin sister “didn’t know they were friends,” Ryan mumbled as he clenched his hand around his glass.

Gabe laughed as he watched you deal another round of cards “let’s join them,” he nodded as he got up “deal us in y/n!” He called out as he sat on Wills sun lounger.

It made you furrow your eyebrows as it left Ryan to sit on your own “no cheating dickward,” you grumbled as you sent the taller boy a glare.

Nobody really knew why but you two never got along, for the few years that you were in high school together it seemed like you were in this never ending competition. It started off with academic rivalries where you each had to do better than the other, quickly to morphed into him competing for the attention of your friends and you with his. Eventually it simply turned into you two just hating each other.

It was tough for your twin brother as you and his best friend could never see eye to eye but Gabe gave up trying to improve your relationship with his friend “wouldn’t dream of it princess.” Ryan smirked as he watched you redeal the cards.

You rolled your eyes as you began to play “just behave.” You flipped him off as it caused him to laugh.

The game with another win to you “I’m gonna go cool off,” you announced as you got up.

Will let his lips form a pout “don’t miss me too much when I’m gone,” you smiled as you squeezed his chin before you pulled Gabes shirt off of your shoulders before you let it fall onto the blondes lap.

Ryan’s anger came back as he watched you send the boy a toothy grin before you made your way down to the lake “could you like not stare at her like that?” Gabes words pulled Ryan out of his thoughts as he had been watching your ass move.

His cheeks turned a shade of pink “it’s freaking me out,” Gabe added as he scrunched his nose in disgust.

Your swim was peaceful, it always was. But the way the boys watched you was something you felt to your core, you would have thought that it was Will’s eyes that made you feel weak in your knees but it was actually Ryan’s.

The way it almost burnt holes in your back sent shivers down your spine “we’re going on the boat later y/n.” Gabe announced totally unaware of how his friends eyes never left your body “you wanna come with?” Will addd as he handed you a towel.

You smiled as you wrapped the fabric around your body “I’ll let you and the boys have fun.” You shook your head as you knew that some of the boys from the lake house next door were going to come over.

But of course the quiet night you hoped for was never truly going to come, even your parents had gone out for dinner. Yet here you were sat with Ryan on the couch “is there seriously nothing better you can do than annoy me?” You groaned as you sent him a glare.

He had been bouncing his leg on the table for the last five minutes and you had enough “not when this is just so easy,” Ryan shook his head as he smiled.

It never made sense to you how he always found this just so easy to push your buttons “have a nice night Ryan.” You sighed as you got up grabbing your iPad in the process.

The boy frowned as he reached out to grab your hand “I’m going upstairs where you can’t annoy me.” You explained as you rolled your eyes.

That comment made him frown “and don’t follow me,” you added as you made your way to the staircase to go upstairs.

Ryan knew he should have stayed on that couch but when he thought about that sight of you in that blue bikini he couldn’t help but feel his shorts grow tight “fuck it,” he sighed as he got up and followed your trail.

Your bedroom door was barely open as you pulled your hoodie over your head wanting to change into something more comfortable “look can we-” Ryan cut himself off as was meant with the sight of you in your bra and shorts “Ryan!” You groaned as you grabbed a random top from your bed as you put it on “sorry.”

The boy rocked his feet as his eyes went to the ground “why could you just go on the boat with the rest of them rather than coming in here to piss me off?” You walked over to him as you pointed your finger in his chest “you are so infuriating as you sit here and act like you know all.” The speech that you had built in your mind was now coming out “I really don’t think I’ve met a guy more irritating than you honestly.” You ran your fingers through your hair.

His smile reminded you of the reasons why you you disliked him so much “I don’t get why I’m even telling you this because you clearly don’t care.” You let out a dry laugh “just fuck off,” that was the last thing you said as you turned around to walk back to your bed.

But Ryan had different ideas as he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him “sometimes you just need to shut up.” He mumbled as he hooked his fingers under your jaw as he kissed you.

It almost knocked you off of your feet as you gasped. Gabe would have killed you if he knew the thoughts that went through your mind as you kissed him back “for a girl who hates me you seem to enjoy this.” Ryan smiled as he pushed you onto your bed.

You rolled your eyes as you scoffed “I’m not enjoying this,” you flipped him off as it caused him to laugh “if I pull those shorts down I’m not gonna see a wet patch on your pretty little panties?” He asked as he licked his lower lip “I’ll be as dry as the fucking Sahara desert.” You forced a smirk onto your lips.

Ryan couldn’t help but when he leaned back down to kiss you “you could make your life so much easier if you just stopped being so difficult.” He mumbled as he brushed your hair out of your face letting himself tuck it behind your ear “such a pretty fucking face.” He added as he swiped his tongue across your lower lip letting the taste of your strawberry lipgloss invade his tastebuds before you opened your mouth.

A groan came from your throat before you spread your legs so he could get as close to you as possible “got me thinking you actually like me Rye,” you smiled as your tongue darted out of your mouth “like that new nickname.” Ryan mumbled as his hand went down to your waist.

The picture of Gabe and you that sat on your wall stared back at you as your eyes shot open “we should get a move on.” You mumbled as the boys eyes went wide.

Ryan pulled himself off of you as he feared that he had crossed a line “the boys won’t be gone for ever.” You pointed out as there was a devilish smirk on your face “I only need five minutes to make you come.” Ryan shot back as he pulled his shirt over his head revealing his bare toned chest.

Your mouth watered as you took in the sight “if you like this that much you can touch it.” His voice teased you as his hands brought yours to his torso.

Not a single word of complaint left your lips though “just hurry up and fuck me before I change my mind.” Your tone was serious as he pulled you up to your feet “gonna show you the best night of your life.” He tapped your nose causing it to scrunch.

You smiled as you shook your head “like to see you try.” That statement caused the next few minutes of your life to be probably some of the hottest of your life. Sure you weren’t a virgin but the way Ryan kissed down your body, starting at your neck moving to the valley between your breasts that was emphasised by the bra you were wearing. Going down your stomach until he got to the waist of your shorts “just hurry up please,” you pleaded causing the boy to move back up your body as he hovered over you “like it when you beg.” His smirk was clear as he let his lips dance ever so dangerously close to your own.

You would have rolled your eyes, truly you would have but when his hands went to the buttons on your shorts you couldn’t help but feel the anticipation grow in your stomach “god you are soaked,” he gasped as his fingers traced over the wet patch on your panties.

A guttural moan left your lips as you looked at him with hooded eyes “please Ryan.” You whimpered as you heard his shorts land on the ground as his boxers went with it.

Ryan had never been more grateful in in his life for putting a condom in his wallet “gonna fuck you so well,” as he hooked his fingers in the sides of your panties so he could pull then down you unclipped your bra and threw it across your room.

The eagerness in your throw made him smile as he rolled the condom over his cock “you sure you want this?” Now Ryan didn’t want to ruin the moment but he still had to make sure that you were okay with this.

A smile formed on your lips “you think I’d be butt naked if I didn’t want to fuck you?” You couldn’t help but laugh as you sent him the first genuine smile that you had ever sent him “I had to make sure!” He explained as he matched your amused expression.

To begin he was gentle, he kissed your lips as he let his cock tease your clit before he let it thrust into you. Your hand wrapped around his arm as your face scrunched up “just move,” you blurted out as you had adjusted to his size.

Ryan kissed your lips as he began to move his hips “this pussy was made for me fuck,” he gasped as he had to do everything in his power to not come on the spot.

You had to admit that he was impressive as you began to grind your hips to met his “keep doing this for me please,” you wrapped your legs around his waist.

The boy groaned at your gestured as it forced his cock deeper inside of you “I’m not going anywhere princess.” He smiled as he placed soft kisses down your jaw letting his lips nip at your skin causing you to wrap your fingers in his hair.

Your spare hand moved between your bodies as you began to rub your clit “making me feel so good.” You cooed as you pushed your head deeper into your mattress.

The sounds of moans bounced off of your walls “you’re enjoying this a lot aren’t you baby?” Ryan asked as he kissed the shell of your ear.

All you could do was nod as your brain turned to mush “answer me princess or else I’ll stop.” He warned as his thrusts began to slow down.

That seemed to circuit something in your brain “yeah Ryan,” you nodded repeatedly “making me feel so so good.” You added letting out a groan of relief as he picked up his pace.

He pressed a kiss on your temple “won’t make you say anything more doll,” Ryan seemed to use all of the pet names in his arsenal on you but you didn’t even cares as he continued to kiss everywhere that wasn’t your lips.

It caused you to pout as you puckered your lips “princess is so needy,” he teased you as he clicked his tongue still fulfilling your request though as his lips seemed to swallow the moan you let out when you as you clenched around him since you were close.

Your eyes screwed shut as you swore you were seeing stars as the white specks graced the backs of your eyelids “you did so good baby.” Ryan was proud that he even got that statement out as the way your moans fell from your lips and your pussy practically cut off the blood flow to his throbbing cock and that spurred on his own orgasm.

He slid out of you causing your body to shudder at his action “Ry,” you mumbled as you watched him get up.

The boy smiled at how soft you were now acting “I’m gonna run you a bath okay?” Ryan announce as he held his hands out for you to grab.

A playful grin found it’s way onto your face “look at you being all soft,” you laughed as he hooked his hands under your legs so he could carry you bridal style “not many girls get this treatment.” His statement made you laugh once more “don’t worry,” you pecked his lips “your secret is safe with my I don’t kiss and tell.” You added as you wriggled your eyebrows.

“I’m not living this down am I?”

“Never,”

#ryan leonard #Ryan Leonard smut #Ryan Leonard imagines #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #hockey smut #nhl smut #imagines #oneshots #smut #super smut Thursday #amber writes fics

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ticklishraspberries · 2 months

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OOOH OKAY

how abouttttt 67 with percabeth??? maybe lee percy? (but you decide okok❤️)

drabble prompts!! // thank you for the request!! xo 67. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this."

Annabeth apparently made it her mission to embarrass Percy the moment he'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood; even while caring for him in those first few days, the Minotaur's injuries leaving him weak and groggy, she had still had the wit to comment on the fact that he drooled in his sleep, sending his face aflame.

Now, they're friends. They've gone on a whole quest together, defeated monsters and faced the gods and he's seen her embarrass herself quite a few times, like her terrified shrieks when she saw those spiders. But even then, she had composed herself quite gracefully, explained her fear with logic and reason, and moved on.

Percy's embarrassment used to feel white-hot, like when he couldn't answer a question correctly in class or when Gabe spit insults at him, the flush in his face felt burning, suffocating, and shame was usually replaced by anger.

Annabeth doesn't make him feel that way. Her little quips are always clever, usually harmless. Even her nickname for him, "seaweed brain" doesn't annoy him as much as he pretends it does. Annabeth, as well as his friends at Camp Half-Blood, don't make him feel like an outsider.

Percy has become flustered around Annabeth for a whole new reason, though, much to his horror. She had snuck up on him in her stupid Yankee's cap, invisible, and grabbed him from behind to scare him. However, his shout (which she described as a "squeal", which he vehemently denied) was less about fear and more due to the fact that she had grabbed his sides and squeezed.

"Are you ticklish, Seaweed Brain?" she had asked once the cap was off and she'd revealed herself, with that mischievous grin painted on her face.

Percy scoffed. "No," he said, unconvincingly.

And the rest was history.

He still won't admit that he's ticklish. It's ridiculous, because he so obviously is, but it's some weird pride thing that Percy can't shake. Now, every time she tickles him, she asks him again: "Are you ticklish?" and every time, no matter how hard he's laughing, Percy tells her no.

Annabeth has taken every chance she's gotten to tickle him, and he's been on edge ever since. Unfortunately, those demigod battle instincts didn't seem to protect him in the case of a one-sided tickle fight, and he didn't stand a chance trying to strategize against a daughter of Athena.

So, he jumps at every little sound and often keeps his arms wrapped around his middle just in case of an attack, which Grover finds incredibly amusing.

It's a sunny day at camp when Percy lets his guard down, too busy chatting with Grover by the water to remember his absolute pest of a friend and her shenanigans, when Annabeth creeps up behind him, not even bothering to turn herself invisible this time, and latches onto his ribs, and he nearly goes tumbling into the water.

Grover makes an indignant noise at being splashed, but Percy and Annabeth are too busy grappling to acknowledge him.

"Just admit it, and I'll leave you alone!" Annabeth says, giggling. Her fingers on his ribs are unbearably ticklish, and he can't believe how easily she's found his weak spots. Too smart, too methodical for her own damn good.

"Never!" Percy shouts, trying to grab her hands and failing miserably.

It continues like this for a moment, her trying to stick her hands into his armpits and him cackling like mad, but when she finally gets her fingers under his arms, Percy's laughter reaches a new octave, and before he can process what he's done, a small wave crashes over them both, as well as Grover who is still sitting nearby, and Annabeth crashes against his chest, spluttering.

"Oh, you jerk!" she cries, her hair sopping wet and dripping onto his face. For a moment, he worries that he's actually upset her, but she just begins tickling him with twice as much vigor.

"No, I'm sorry! Okay, okay, I'll admit it!"

Annabeth stops. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this," she grins. "Go on then. Admit it."

She's still sitting on top of him, looking down at him with smug look on her face. Her hands are poised above his belly, like she'll strike again if he hesitates.

So, Percy swallows his pride. "I'm ticklish," he says, and instead of that white-hot humiliation, the embarrassment he feels is more akin to butterflies in his stomach. He briefly wonders if that's because of the confession, or the fact that she looks so pretty sitting on his legs, hair wet and smile beaming, but he quickly pushes that thought away.

Satisfied, Annabeth gets off of him and takes her seat beside Grover, talking to him about something completely unrelated, and as Percy watches her speak so passionately, he figures that being teased by her isn't so bad at all.

#itslittlegiggle #percabeth #pjo tickle #pjo tickling #pjo ticklefic #pjo tickle fic #percy jackson tickle #percy jackson ticklefic #raspberry drabbles #percy jackson #pjo #pjodrabbles

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supernaturals-fav-witch · 7 months

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☆~♡Wings♡~☆

Dating the angelic beings /being their soulmate (so being the only one that can see their wings)

Micheal/Adam milligan

Micheal is kinda protective over his wings at first

But when he met you he softened up

You seemed to want to see them all the time even when he hid them

So he let up

His wings are tuff and thick, not easily bent or moved

You still need to be gentle with them though

If you're to rough with them that will either 1 hurt him or 2 make him veryyy needy 😉

He likes being around you alot so when you're hunting or doing something and it gets to dangerous he will wrap his wings around you creating a little room where nothing could get through

When you have trouble sleeping hell wrap you in one of his wings like a burrito and it helps you sleep, it Also calms his and Adam's anxiety/nerves

Lucifer

AS SOON AS HE FIGURES OUT YOU CAN SEE HIS WINGS WITH OUT LOSING YOURE EYES HE FUCKING GETS WILD!

He's legit so f*cking happy you can see them without any reproductions

He always has a wing covering you're back

When you sleep or hug or kiss his he holds you tightly to his body and wraps his wings as close as he can without hurting you

He refuses to let you sleep outside of his wings

In public if you're shy he will guide you with his wings

Some times if you're hunting with like Sam or Dean and it gets to dangerous he will wrap his wings around you them telaport you to the thrown room in hell and play doctor/patent with you being to over dramatic making sure you not hurt AT ALL

His wings are sturdy and buff the are soft but not gentle

They are strong af, and they basically are everything proof

But if you touch or tickle his wings the right way, Here ->

🦼👩‍🦼👩‍🦽

He's gonna be all over you!!

If he's being mean you just massage his wing and he fucking MELTZ

But if others touch his wings he's sending them to his worst demons to get tortured

Gabriel

He wrapped his wings around you before he knew you could see them, and before you were dating

He's used to you and his wings

He doesn't see it as a big deal

He loves his wings but loves you more sooo

He's also very clingy and cuddly so his wings are always around you

The have huge span just like the other archangels, basically all the archangels wings reach to about 54 feet wide and 32 feet tall in my mind

I mean castiel says that his true form is the size of the Chrysler Building in New York, which is 1047 feet (319m) in height and he's just a angel so 1 imagine how big his wings are let alone how archangels are much bigger then regular angels so they could easily be like 2000 feet tall in true form.

Gabes wings are soft and gentle they often have a mind of their own and sway to music

Raphael

Questions you when he figures out you can see his wings

Is happy you can see them but doesn't show it

He usually has a wing around you bc he protective

He's not that open to pda but if you're affectionate alot then he will be too

He matched you're energy so you don't dis like him

One time you two where laying in bed and you were trying to fall asleep but couldn't due to how cold it was and you told Raphael, he let you use his wing as a blanket. He just opened his wing and guided you on how to Lay down on it and then wrapped you up in it

You fell asleep quickly due to the softeners and warmth

Now it's you're favorite thing to do

If you touch his wings without his knowledge his wings likely accidentally zap you a little bit

So always give him warning when touching his wings or else it might end up badly

He loves you alot but is very chill and doesn't want to have much pda, but if you do want alot of pda his favorite way to show he loves you is through physical touch, meaning wing hugs

Oh also when you kiss him without warning his wings flap without him trying

Castiel

He doesn't really believe the whole "soulmates" thing

But he he finds out about it he slowly starts to believe it more

He loved you even before he knew you two were supposed to be together

He grooms his wings alot, one time he had a hard time cleaning and area of his wings and you walked in, asked if you could help.

.... long story short you always groom his wings

His wings are strong yet soft

His feathers are like a super soft cats fur

When he's sad or angry massage his wings gently and it calms him down

If he's having a panic attack, hug him tightly and massage the base of his wings it will calm him

If you and him a near someone he doesn't trust guess what? ✨️wing burrito✨️

He likes rubbing his wings against you during sex bc it makes it more intense for him

He also rubs his wings against you when he tellaports so he doesn't scare you

When you sleep he puts his wings around you just so you're safe

Jack kline

Jack knew you can see his wings just by the way you looked at him

He loves you and loves having his wings around you

His wing is always touching you

When he's sad they droop

He loves you touching his wings but it makes him shudder

He fludders his wings when you walk in

If you're cold or sad he will wrap you in his wings and cuddle you whilst talking to you

He loves you dearly and the fact he can use his wings on/with you means alot to him

He loves you're touch on his wings

You and him both learn how to groom his wings

After he showers he shakes of his wings like a dog

His wings soak up so much water that it gets everywhere

He sheds his feathers alot and the grow back quickly

But you took one of his feathers and put it on a necklace

If you two are apart and you get hurt or are sacred he cans sense it through the feather of his you wear and he comes

If you pray to him you feel wings around the second you prey to him

Chuck sherly / god

When Chuck created soulmates he didn't specifically much except "every being had a soul that is ment to be with them, they fit like puzzles together"

When he figured out you where his soulmate and you could see his wings he immediately hugged picked you up and deeply kissed you

Scince he's god nobody can see his wings, it ruins them

But scince you're his fitting puzzle peace you can see his wings

He loves you but he loves that you can see his wings too

He constantly shows you pda/affection anywhere any time, and he loves showing you that through his wings

He spoons you with his wings

He pins you against the wall with his wings

If he doesn't want you leaving bed he holds you down with his wings

When you shower with him he has his wings close to you holding you close whilst he washes you're hair

If you get embarrassed he wraps you in his wings to hide you

#castiel winchester #dean winchester #john winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #the winchester brothers #yandere supernatural x reader #reality shifting #shifting #spn soulmates #soulmates #archangels #adam milligan x reader

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bunnyreaper · 1 year

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i still get jealous

pairing - gabriel reyes x f!reader, minor niran prukamanee x f!reader wc - 1414 warnings - flirting, jealousy, mild sexual content notes - niran crush is developing but... i can’t cheat on my baby gabe so here is the product of that... ill add a follow up chapter... eventually? also on ao3

"Hello there."

A smooth, eloquent voice cuts through your thoughts, diverting your attention from spectating the bartender to the man that's appeared at your side. When you turn, the last person you expect is the VIP, the man of the hour himself.

"Oh, hi!" You offer him a bright smile, somewhat taken aback by how radiant he is close up, and how he somehow manages to appear delicate and imposing at the same time. "Niran, right?"

His handsome face splits into a grin, his eyes lighting up with joy. "The very same. I assume you've heard of me?" He purrs, as if the entire party isn't dedicated to his arrival.

"You're all anyone will talk about around the base." You reply, taking a quick sip of your drink.

New arrivals are always welcomed with open arms, especially when they seem to be gaining adoring fans at an alarming rate.

When Kiriko was brought to the base, everyone was happy, but with news of Niran's arrival, most of the women and plenty of others were going absolutely nuts.

As he takes a seat next to you, his scent catches up to you—uniquely floral, a good balance of delicate notes and unforgettable aroma.

"Good to know that I've made quite the impression." He sends a wink your way, which you hate to admit makes you blush.

You sip desperately at your drink, hoping the alcohol will chase away the fact that, from a purely objective standpoint, he's incredibly attractive.

He looks good in pictures, but you never quite got the appeal until now, as he sits before you and steals your attention. "I'm sure you're more than used to that." You comment teasingly, as you know there's no way he's clueless about the effect he has on people.

"Perhaps." He chuckles, an angelic sound leaving his lips. "You never told me your name."

"Y/N." You offer, giving him your hand to shake, more as a formality and act of politeness.

"A beautiful name for such a beautiful flower." He coos, a certain look in his eye as he takes your hand. Peaking through fluttery lashes, he presses a kiss to your skin. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You too, Niran." As you begin to laugh.

Indulging him with some seemingly harmless flirting was one thing, but he was clearly a man on a mission.

This would make a great story later.

"How are you enjoying the party?" Niran asks, cutting through your thoughts once more.

"It's nice, I'm a little dead on my feet from extra training today, but, commander's orders..." You sigh, giving him a shrug and a smile.

He leans in, coming even closer into your personal space, in a way you find both amusing and suffocating.

"Your commander likes to work you hard?" He asks, a genuine spark of interest in his eyes.

"Oh, you have no idea." You giggle, taking more sips of your drink.

In fact, you could say the Commander has it out for you personally.

"I can help with that." His voice is flirtatious once more, and the offer takes you by surprise.

"Oh?"

Niran leans back, a beaming smile on his face as he conjures a sparkling, ethereal pink rose, before he offers it to you like he would a lover.

"It's so pretty." You gasp, fascinated and transfixed by the display.

The flower sits gently upon his fingers, magically persisting despite having appeared from nowhere—you've obviously not seen his use of Biolight in person before.

"Take it. You'll find you feel quite rejuvenated."

You hesitate, wondering about the implications of accepting the rose, and yet fascinated by the chance to experience its healing effects for yourself.

You reach out and take the stem, and as you cradle it between your fingers, the pain in your muscles seeps out of you. "Wow." You gasp.

"Am I interrupting something?"

You don't need to turn to know Gabriel has chosen the perfect time to make his appearance at your side.

"No." You supply quickly.

"Yes." Niran speaks at the same time, and you can't help but laugh.

"Niran, this is Commander Reyes." You fight to keep the smile off your face, finding some amusement in both the realization Niran is about to have, and the jealous waves rolling off of Gabe.

"Oh, the martinet you mentioned earlier." He retorts, without skipping a beat, and yet the smile he directs at Gabriel is perfectly polite.

You thread your arm around Gabriel's waist, pulling him closer to your side. You welcome the feeling of him so close. "And... my boyfriend."

"Oh!" Niran gasps, and you expect his expression to fall, yet his smile seems to beam wider. "Well, I suppose it makes perfect sense that such a beauty would be spoken for, and by such a fine specimen, too." Niran's sultry gaze turns back to Gabriel, unperturbed by the frown on the older man's face.

"He is fine, isn't he?" You giggle, your hand slipping down to squeeze his ass teasingly.

"Doesn't sound like that's what you were saying earlier." Gabriel mumbles as his gaze breaks with Niran's and he faces you, a quietly annoyed look in his eyes.

"Well, you are a hardass too." You laugh once more, and keep your hand on the aforementioned hard ass.

"You make quite the couple." Niran comments, seemingly leaning in to both of you. "Are you open to another?"

A choking sound leaves you in an instant, as Gabriel's eyes go completely wide—shock is not something you're used to seeing on him.

"Uh, we'll get back to you on that." You reply, struggling to hold back your laughter. You rise from the barstool, and thread your arm in Gabriel's as you intend on tugging him away. "It was nice meeting you, Niran."

Your tone is polite despite your clear intention to leave.

"You too." Niran grins, still unperturbed, his eyes flicker to Gabriel once more as he offers the man one final sultry look. "Both of you."

You and Gabe weave through the throngs of people until you make it to a more secluded area of the room.

Gabriel still looks a little taken aback. "Did he start flirting with me too?"

"I... think so, yeah." You respond before finally letting free your laughter.

"Huh." He comments absentmindedly, before he turns and tugs you closer to him. He peers down at you, a questioning look on his face. "I didn't know you were into prettyboys."

The way he says prettyboys is quite clearly derisive.

"What gives you that impression?" You giggle, really taking pleasure in Gabriel's possessive display. It's not the worst he's been, or the most dramatic, but it still riles you up nonetheless.

"The doe eyed look you were giving him, your little giggles." His jaw tightens as he talks.

You know he trusts you fully, yet you also know there are just some emotions that overwhelm him easily.

"Somebody's jealous." You coo, as you rest your hands on his chest and cast him a cheeky look.

His arms wrap around you, holding you tight and close. "Not jealous, territorial."

"Don't worry, my real type is still tall, dark, handsome, and called Gabriel." You beam up at him, as you truly wouldn't even consider actually entertaining anyone else's affections.

In the arms of your love, you feel completely at home. Looking up at him now only reminds you that you're right where you belong.

"Good to know." He replies, then begins to haul you away by your arm. "But just in case, I think you need a reminder."

"We're ditching?" You ask, as you struggle to keep pace as he heads back through the crowd.

He comes closer as the two of you move, his head dipping down beside your ear. "Oh, you'd rather stay at the welcoming party of your new friend?"

"No Gabe." You still him for a moment, as you return his whispers.

"Good." He grunts, resuming your journey once more.

When you're out of everyone's earshot and on your way to your quarters, Gabriel slams you into the wall of the hallway.

His hands come to your waist, pressing you in as he traps you against the hard surface. His eyes are dark and stormy.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you forget his name." He growls. "And your own."

He presses his growing erection against you, as he comes to whisper to you once more.

"My name will be the only one you remember."

#gabriel reyes x reader #niran pruksamanee x reader #reaper x reader #lifeweaver x reader #reaper overwatch #lifeweaver overwatch #overwatch x reader #gabriel reyes #niran pruksamanee

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olliesoakberry · 23 days

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You should do will smith as a bf

boyfriend!will headcanons

bf!will who is the epitome of a golden retriever!bf

bf!will who's love language is physical touch and quality time

bf!will who loves when you play with his curls and appreciate you teaching him how to take care of them properly

bf!will who loves cuddles, if he could he would be cuddling you 24/7

bf!will who despite being 6'0" still insists on flopping on top of you for cuddles and head/back scratches when he comes home from being away from you for more than a couple of hours (a lot like someone else we know *cough* aram *cough*)

bf!will who always buys you random things that remind him of you/he thinks you will like, just because he loves you

bf!will who will never shy away from PDA, to a point where gabe and ryan constantly chirp him for it

bf!will who is the biggest softie when it comes to you

bf!will who once got into a fight during a game because the other guy said something bad about you

bf!will who has given you multiple articles of his clothing and lets you rotate them out when something no longer smells like him (he also likes that when he gets the clothes back they smell like you, but he will never admit to that)

bf!will who shares the care packages his mom sends home with him with you, and tells her your favorites so she can add those in as well

bf!will who introduces you to his sister a month after asking you to be his girlfriend because he knows you are his forever

bf!will who has never forgotten your anniversary because he says it was "one of the best days of his life" including the day he got drafted to the NHL and winning world juniors

bf!will who takes you out with him on the boat during the summer time (even though you often spend part of the trip telling him to and reapplying sunblock to him so he doesn't turn into a lobster)

bf!will who insists on bringing you with him to sweden for world juniors and minnesota for the frozen four

bf!will who loves seeing you in his jersey or any article of his clothing (i could write a whole blurb on this topic and the affect it has on him)

bf!will who loves that you get along with his teammates, especially ryan, gabe, and the other usndtp guys because they're an extension of his family

bf!will who loves to spoil you with little things like breakfast in bed and bringing you coffee just because he loves you

bf!will who watches you do your skin care routine so he can help you when you're too tired to do it yourself

bf!will who loves it when you wash his hair for him because it means he gets a scalp massage and his hair always comes out softer when you wash it

bf!will who has flowers delivered to your dorm whenever you're feeling sad/he's away on a long roadie/whenever he notices the old ones are dying (because he steals one from each bouquet so he knows when to get you new ones)

bf!will who will never complain about refilling your water bottle because you will forget to drink water otherwise (he also uses it as his own personal water bottle and the boys have sent you many photos of him drinking out of it when you all are hanging out)

bf!will who keeps your favorite snacks in his dorm and hides them from gabe after gabe once ate all of your gummy bears (iykyk)

bf!will who always brings an extra hoodie/jacket whenever you guys go out just in case you get cold (because lets be honest you inevitably will)

bf!will who leaves you cute and encouraging notes throughout your textbooks/notebooks

bf!will who insists on driving so you can be his passenger princess

bf!will who bought you a teddy bear for when he's gone on long roadies that he sprays with his cologne before he leaves

bf!will who gets along with your family and feels like the piece that was always missing

bf!will who tries to help you bake, but ends up doing the dishes instead because he makes a mess with the batter every time

bf!will who loves movie nights because it means he can be as clingy as he wants and nobody can chirp him for it (except gabe)

bf!will who loves you endlessly and is not afraid to share that with the world (and by world i mean anybody who will listen)

i hope you all enjoyed the third installment of boyfriend! headcanons: college hockey edition! this one was by far the longest so far as i am very much a well documented will smith girlie. thank you so so much for all the love on this series and onto part four! have a good day/afternoon/night where ever you are in the world and mwah!

xoxo, s.m.

@mooseyhischier @crazy4minty

#sam talks: eagles edition #sam talks: requests edition #w.smith

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isolophilian · 4 months

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"this has always been a family story" "this is the kind of family they are" directly points to how fucked up the gods and the way they operate are, and how Percy can see it and understand it. Sally raised him with unconditional love, and did everything she could to protect him; Grover stood up for Percy again and again, got himself into trouble with Chiron and Mr D for him, and i think we all know that he would do literally anything for him; Annabeth has known him for only a few days and has already put herself at risk multiple times, and was willing to sacrifice herself on the arch. all of them have shown him what family is actually supposed to be, and how Poseidon, or any of the gods, don't even come close to that, because they couldn't even do the bare minimum (maybe Poseidon sending the nereid counts but he's still a deadbeat so fuck him)

he's called them out repeatedly about how they act like if for their child to be worthy of their love, they must prove themselves, as though love is a scoreboard that needs to be tallied. it wouldn't even be right to call it transactional because that implies that it's a give and take system; no, it's not even that. the gods can just withdraw their support whenever they want, at a whim, proven by Athena, given the way she condemned Annabeth just because she "embarrassed" her. the daughter who worked to hard to be loved by her, to be the perfect child of Athena, always the leader, a literal 12 year old. "they'll always be in your corner no matter what" breaks my heart

Percy fights for those who he actually considers family. he was ready to throw hands with Gabe, you could literally see the rage in his eyes when he fought the minotaur, and he's still fighting for her by going to the Underworld. Percy chose Grover even after feeling betrayed by him ratting Percy out in the principal's office, and you can see him going to lengths to protect him. Percy said that he could never imagine being friends with Annabeth, but he still makes her laugh at the arch with that accent, and was ready to sacrifice himself in her stead despite being literally poisoned

him pointing out how the way the demigods talk about doing things to receive a god's attention, your fucking parent, going on dangerous quests for them, simply because they sired you, and just deciding to ignore you whenever they want, is ridiculous because that's not how family works. hell, that's not how parents are supposed to work. and Percy is going to change that. they're all going to change that

#percy jackson #walker scobell #annabeth chase #leah sava jeffries #grover underwood #aryan simhadri #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo tv spoilers #isoceratops

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nitewrighter · 2 years

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Cindy Part 12

As always, for previous chapters, please refer to the masterpost.

Posting this because the epilogue got too honkin’ big!! Have some ‘Meet the Parents!’

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Cinderella’s arrival at the castle is very quiet. Like, mostly, everyone is aware how volatile a situation like, “Hey whoever fits this shoe is going to marry the prince” is. So it’s like… 4 gardeners, 3 maids, and the butler see an absolutely filthy girl sleepily slump out of the royal carriage with the prince supporting her in her descent, and they carry about their business. If there’s an announcement, they’ll hear about it later. This is just a perfectly normal instance of some weirdly dirty rando showing up the castle in the company of the captain of the royal guard, the royal valet, and an almost-equally dirty footman who is certainly not the prince in disguise, no sir! Still, a royal messenger is discreetly sent to the king and queen, and they both hurry to the foyer just in time to catch the prince and the supposed shoe-fitter quietly trying to make their way through. In their company is, of course, Gabe the Valet and Guard Captain Brad.

“Chaz?” The queen calls out.

Both the prince and Cindy look up.

“Oh—Mom, Dad, this is Cindy. Cindy, these are my parents.”

“Hi,” Cinderella gives a small wave, “I mean—” she’s been a little thrown off by the whole ‘these are my parents’ thing and remembers this is the literal fucking king and queen and she quickly curtsies, “Your majesties.” She stands up straight again and brushes her hands down her skirts, sending a dusting of ash onto the palace floor. “I—um—“ she stuffs her hand into a fold in her skirts—oh it’s a pocket—and pulls out the slipper, “I have the shoe. The other shoe.”

“Ah,” the queen blinks and she gives a glance over towards the king, who like, he’s not upset, but you can definitely kind of hear the laptop fans whirring on him seeing this girl. Like… Is that a rat? On her head?

“Darling,” the queen places a hand the king’s shoulder, “Do say something.”

“Right—” the word stumbles out of the king, “So… the shoe fits then?”

“The shoe fits,” the Prince says.

“Here—I can—” Cindy slings an arm around the prince’s shoulders as she stubs her heel out of the shoe and puts the slipper on again, once again extending her leg, though this time it’s less of a toe-pointed ‘ta-daaaa’ gesture and more of a foot-flexed can-can kick.

“I… see,” the King says slowly.

“You can try it on other feet if you need to,” Cindy pipes up.

“Seeing as the other shoe…” Gabe starts and isn’t really sure how to finish that sentence.

“You know what?” The queen clasps her hands together in front of herself, “I know this whole slipper search has been an ordeal, so we’ll have some apartments made up for—for our most distinguished guest, and you can tell us all about it once you’re a bit more…settled.”

“Just so, Dearest,” the King agrees, desperately thankful for an opportunity to compose himself a bit more but now eying the old-as-balls dog sitting on its haunches just behind Cindy.

“You will have my report on the events that transpired surrounding the shoe, sire,” Gabe dutifully places his hand over his heart.

“And my debriefing as well, your majesties,” Brad bows from the hips.

“Good—good…” the king says blankly.

—-

So that night, both the king and the queen are in bed, and the king is wearing a fancy, kingly little nightcap and the queen is reading in bed next to him.

“I’m glad he found her,” the king says firmly, as if trying just as hard to convince himself as he is the queen.

“Mm-hmm,” the Queen turns a page.

“And she seems very nice and it’s clear he’s quite taken with her and—and you know him! He’s odd! He’s picky!”

“Mm-hmm,” the queen nods.

“But the state of them both—”

“Darling, they hardly looked any worse than we did when we first met,” the queen glances up from her book to lovingly brush her thumb over his sideburns.

“Well that was different! When we met, they were asking me which finger I would prefer they cut off to send to my parents, and that was—” he catches himself, “My god, you don’t think he found her in such a state?”

The queen thinks for a few moments. “No… no, I don’t think so. But there is a lot we don’t know about the situation.”

“I know, I know—there’s the reports and the debriefs—and I’ll be doing my own research as well.”

“Oh I know you will. That’s where Chaz gets it, you know,” the queen kisses the king on the temple.

“Mm,” the king responds.

“That’s an ‘I’m turning off the light’ kiss,” says the queen, turning off the lamp next to the bed.

“Mm,” the king murmurs again.

There’s the soft settling of pillows and sheets as the queen snuggles in for the night.

“…the rats are a bit of a hard-sell,” the king says after a few long beats.

“The rats are a little weird,” the queen concedes.

——

“I don’t think they like me.”

It’s late in the afternoon and early in the evening the next day. Cinderella is fidgeting with her fingers as she and the prince are walking through the garden. She’s wearing one of her nicer Frankenstein gowns, still too nervous to take any of the beautiful dresses in the wardrobe within her apartments. The prince just watched her plant the hazelnut she took from her family estate in a bare, quiet patch of the royal gardens.

“They’ll like you! They will! Just… things need a bit more time to get settled, that’s all,” the prince is holding Chauncey’s leash. This dog is old as balls so they’re both stuck walking very, very slowly, “Everything came together so fast…” he trails off briefly. “And.. I have a lot of questions, but I don’t know how to ask them, and I don’t know if asking them will undo everything—”

“What do you mean ‘Undo everything?’”

“Well… there’s the shoe. I know the shoe isn’t a normal shoe because I wanted to have glassmakers create a hundred replicas of it to expedite the shoe-fitting process but they couldn’t come up with any consistent measurements or fittings and—”

Cinderella pressed a single finger to his lips then, quieting him.

“It’s not a normal shoe,” she confirms, “But… I’m not really in a position to tell you more about it. All I can tell you is that the shoes, the dress, the carriage, everything, were lended to me by a very dear friend, and I had to give them back at midnight. And I’m not in a position to discuss this friend’s identity or resources—only that… they were acting out of a kindness that… is very rare in the world, and even if they’re a little snippy, they mean the best. Do you understand that?”

Her finger still pressed to his lips, the prince nods.

“But also, like you, I’m scared of kicking a hornet’s nest I can’t really see, so… I’m just going to take the good. And you’re the good. And I just hope I’m the good, too.” She withdraws her finger from his lips.

“You are,” he says quietly. He glances off for a second. "I—look, I should say this—about the ‘intended bride’ thing…” they pause under the willow near the reflecting pool that the prince threw himself into a few days earlier. There’s a little bench there and Chauncey takes the opportunity of this slight pause to lower his bad dog hips to the ground and lay down. “I—” the prince glances down and looks at her, “You don’t have to.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to do the thing. The marriage thing,” the prince offers a hand to Cindy so that she can sit down on the stone bench beneath the willow, “I mean, you can if you want, but I know it’s a lot. I know they’re a lot. And I know I’m a lot. And—“

“You’re not a lot.”

“I’m not?”

“You know, you seemed a lot more cocky at the ball.”

“I was a jerk at the ball. Everyone was… pulling out all the stops for me, doing all this stuff, and it wasn’t even about me, it was about their families! Their livelihoods! But all I could think about was how uncomfortable I was and…”

“Well you’re not livestock!” Cindy throws her hands up.

“I mean, yeah but—“ the prince’s jaw tenses, “Just… it was nice that there was someone who… didn’t see me as… that? For just a little while? But that’s not how things are, and it’s not fair to pull you into things just because I like you—I mean, I really like you—but it seems like you care about lots of things so—”

“I’m not the same person you thought I was at the ball either!” Cindy blurts out, “I do care, I do, I’m just… I’m scared, all the time. I’m horribly, awfully scared that everything’s going to collapse on me at every second, and I cry a frankly unreasonable amount, and—and—the only reason why I acted the way I did was… I figured everyone would forget about me… Like they’ve always done.” She blinks a few times and it kind of hits her that she actually hadn’t thought that much about the impact she would have on people after the ball—that her initial concern was about being recognized.

“How could anyone ever forget you?” The question comes out of the prince, incredulous, as he bends to look at her. Literally every staff member or guest at the ball remembered her for some good deed or kind word or the impossible speed with which she could scarf down celeriac tarte tatin. He’s almost looking for an indicator that that was a joke, but he studies Cindy’s face for a few seconds and he realizes that no, it’s not a joke. His eyes flick downward. “Cindy?” He says, not making eye contact.

“Yes?”

“Everything I’ve gone through these past few days to find you has been… the most exhausting thing I’ve ever done in my life. And I know that’s stupid—I know it’s nothing because you and everyone else is working so hard all the time while I’ve been off… fucking reading! Or horseback riding! Why am I better with horses than people? They’re the most fucking paranoid animals on the planet!”

“It’s not nothing—” Cindy starts.

“But I’d do it all over and over and over again a thousand times over or however many times it takes if it meant making sure you have a home with people who love you and value you.” The prince has been bent over the bench, but now his back is starting to hurt, so he drops down to one knee to maintain eye contact with her.

“Is.. is that here?” Cinderella’s voice is brittle.

“If you want it to be,” the prince glances off, “This… was also supposed to be a conversation where I give you an out. In case.. I don’t know… you have way cooler things going on. There’s so much I still don’t know about you, so much I want to ask but I’m… honestly scared to ask.”

“I know,” Cindy interlaces her fingers in her lap, “But… I don’t know how much I can tell you about it right now without sounding completely mad or without making things very complicated for the friend who helped me. But as soon as I can—if I can—I will. I promise. And—and I don’t have anything cooler going on. I do want to stay here. Very much so.”

“I mean, of course you could still stay at the palace—like… just… as an advisor. I can deal with it. I can be cool about it. I swear. But like, I mean as far as official titled jobs go, I think… you’re.. really… well… qualified for um. For the whole ‘princess consort’ thing?”

“So you’re giving me an out but this is also… a proposal…” Cindy says slowly.

“Well, yeah if you want to get really intense about it—” the prince huffs a little then realizes he’s on one knee, “I mean… Yes. Yes it is.”

Cindy snorts hard.

The prince presses his lips together. “I mean there are people out there— I can see that now—I… I can be with people, and I can be okay—”

“Prince—” Cindy starts.

“And I know that sounds stupid and completely removed and selfish of me, but… you’re the person who really made me see that. I mean, also people made me see that because that’s the whole point—”

“Prince…” Cindy starts, a bit more softly and affectionately this time.

“And I really do like all your ideas! I really think we can hammer some stuff out that can make things so much better for—”

“Prince!” Cindy suddenly cups his face in her hands.

“Yes?” His cheeks are a little smushed with the gesture.

“I get it,” Cindy smiles.

“Oh. Good. That’s good,” says the prince. A pause passes. “Is this a ‘Yes?’”

“Yeah, it’s a yes.”

The prince’s hand comes up and clasps around one of hers, still on his cheek, holding it tight to him. He squints his eyes shut for a few moments, just feeling the warmth of it. He seems to catch himself and his eyes flick open,

“In case it wasn’t already abundantly clear, I’m not nearly as cool as I was at the ball,” the Prince is staring into her eyes.

“Neither am I,” she says before kissing him.

——

The king has been poring over numerous documents pertaining to the estate where the prince’s soot-covered partner emerged from as the queen looks out the window with a chilled glass of white wine in her hand. She’s watching the whole ‘whoops-it’s-a-proposal’ unfold in the garden below, and like—this is really nice wine that you do want to take your time with (Is it new? When did they get wine this nice??)—but she does take a slightly larger gulp at seeing her precious baby boy who is just as deranged as his father get down on one knee to a girl who was covered in soot and rats just yesterday. Like, yes, she knows she and the king had their own very unique situation, but it’s like, there’s you, and then there’s your kid, you know? You want things to be better for your kid and you don’t really know what this whole deal is yet so she’s counting on the King’s nerd ass to figure this mess out.

She glances back at the King who is still flipping through different documents at his desk alongside Gabe.

“Well?” The word comes out of the queen a bit thick. It’s not clear if the king heard her. “Darling?” She turns away from the window.

“Mm?” The king blinks several times as if breaking out of a trance.

“What were you able to find?” The queen clarifies.

“Oh…” and the king seems to get distant for a few seconds, “Do you remember a Lord Ashcroft?”

The queen thinks for a second. “Oh!” She says after a beat, “It’s been a very long time but—yes. Charming fellow. Hammered out some amazing textiles deal with the east a long while back, didn’t he?”

“Yes! And we sent him that bottle of port when his daughter was born!” The king perks up with the memory.

“Oh yes—such an adorable, chubby little girl—and of course Chaz was fussing and miserable throughout the whole christening—” the queen’s face drops, “Oh god—don’t tell me that’s—”

“It’s… her,” and that distant look settles back on the king’s face.

“But surely she would have been announced at the ball!” The queen briskly approaches the king’s desk, “Her father—”

“Died,” the word comes out of the king as a flinch, “When she was 12. Only a few months after he remarried.”

Something dark flickers over the queen’s face and the King blurts out, “Appendicitis! Appendicitis! The doctors ruled it as appendicitis! And grief, probably? Heart and gut.. couldn’t take it…”

“Grief,” the queen repeats, unconvinced.

“Dearest—”

“I know—I know…” the queen lets out a shaking exhale and then does this calming, pincer-like gesture with her fingers with another steadying breath, “Just… instincts and cultural differences…”

“I know,” the king touches her arm.

“So this… remarriage…” the queen starts hesitantly.

“Well… on paper it seems respectable enough—but then there’s fact that they didn’t even pay for an obituary—for Lord Ashcroft! I would say that’s a bit suspect. And I had Gabe look into some expense records registered for that estate with the local merchants and bankers… all these heirlooms sold immediately after his death compared to the actual costs of the funeral… I suppose we all grieve in our own way, and its difficult keeping the things of a lost loved one around after they’ve gone but one would think they’d at least keep the some of the objects on here for his daughter’s sake—”

“But as a young girl, she wouldn’t have a say in it,” the queen’s voice is brittle.

“Not with the stepmother being the acting executor of the estate…” the king rubs his brow, “Granted, there’s still a lot we don’t know."

“Chaz said the poor girl was locked in a basement. I don’t think we need to extend a lot of the benefit of the doubt here, darling,” the queen’s voice is terrifyingly icy.

“There were murmurings at the ball about that family as well…” the king muses.

“I need to talk to her,” the queen says firmly, “This situation requires a woman’s touch.”

The king kind of gives her a look then.

“What?”

“Are you saying ‘This requires a woman’s touch’ as in you’re going to kill someone or—”

“No! No, of course not! Probably not!”

“Probably—?”

“I can be sensitive! I’m sensitive!”

“Of course, dearest.”

——

Cinderella’s been at the palace for a few days now. Honestly between the tour of the grounds and the ins and outs of her own proper quartering and getting to know the staff, it’s all been a bit of a blur.

“You can come in, dear,” the Queen is squeezing some lemon into her own tea before leaning back in her seat.

Cindy edges into the room. She’s been scrubbed head to toe and has been laced into maybe the first new, not-made-by-herself, not-made-of-magic dress she’s ever worn since she was 12.

“…would you like to sit down?”

Cinderella shuffles over to the couch and sits down a bit stiffly.

“Here,” the queen pours another cup of tea, “Sugar? Cream? Lemon? Honey?”

Cinderella’s eyes flick across the tea set like it’s a bomb she needs to defuse.

“No wrong answers,” the queen settles back into her seat.

Cinderella gingerly spoons a little bit of honey into her tea and the smallest splash of cream. The queen watches her hands, the scuffs on the knuckles, the brittle nails clipped to the quick, before Cinderella raises the teacup to her mouth and sips.

“It’s delicious, thank you.”

“Mm,” the queen nods, and there’s a few beats of silence.

“It’s… it’s an honor to be here,” Cinderella says, forcing herself to make eye-contact, “I—I promise I’ll learn everything I can to be a good princess consort. I’ll read more, and—um—I know I’ve been throwing the servants off, but I really am used to making my own bed! It’s not because I don’t think they can do it, it’s just… I’ll figure things out. I promise. I—“

“It’s all right. Breathe, dear,” The queen is refilling her own teacup, squeezing more lemon. “Do you know the story of how the King and I married?”

And Cinderella blanches for a second like ‘Oh shit I didn’t know there was going to be a quiz.’ She really doesn’t know how the king and the queen came together. She’s read what she could, and she’s decently smart because her stepsisters would sometimes make her do the homework that their tutor gave them and she would be forced to learn what they hadn’t been bothered to paid attention to in one fourth of the time, but these were mostly subjects tailored to the running of a house and the cultural refinement of a lady, like etiquette, poetry, a little bit of law, and some arithmetic with a focus on finance and expenses. History and science? Not so much. But the queen is just swirling her tea in its cup, not quite looking at her.

“The royal historians downplayed a lot of the… ugliness that came before it,” the queen says, and Cindy eases up in her seat a bit thinking ‘oh thank god it was a rhetorical question.’

“You see…” the Queen gently sets her teacup and saucer down on the table and primly folds her hands in her lap, “The country I grew up in—that is, technically, it wasn’t quite a country as I was growing up—but it was… oh, how to put this politely? A flaming death pit full of murderous power-hungry petty tyrants all with delusions of grandeur and no care as to how many soldier and peasant lives they needed to ruin or end to gain one more acre of land.”

Cinderella blinks at that, and doesn’t really know how to respond to it so she just sips her tea while maintaining eye contact.

“I grew up the daughter of one of these petty tyrants, then as a political hostage, to secure my father’s alliance with a neighboring lord,” the queen’s gaze has trailed to the window, now, “And then my father and brothers were killed, in one of many stupid, pointless battles, for this bridge or that mountain pass or some other such nonsense…From there I saw two clear paths laid out for me: Either my foster-lord would have me killed so he could snatch up my father’s lands, or, more likely and far less pleasant, he’d marry me to one of his brutish sons who were at least twice my age to, again, secure my father’s lands. I was lucky enough to have a handful of retainers from my father’s house to help smuggle me back to my own family estate where I could regroup and see of my own forces and resources but…” she sighed, “From there…It all kind of blurs, to be honest. A part of me became just as merciless as everyone I fought against, but at the same time I hated them so much, so I hated me so much—I couldn’t bear the thought of just… becoming one more of them. And looking among the people that were my responsibility to protect…” she trailed off, “I wanted a better life for me. For them. For all of us. But I didn’t know what that looked like. I was terribly stubborn about the idea of marriage, you understand. I imagined myself having some… passionate torrid affair with some battle-scarred Samson, and then naming whatever bastard came of that my heir to continue the fight when I inevitably died in one more stupid battle for this bridge or that mountain pass.”

Cinderella is kind of thrown off by the bastard thing, like ‘You can do that? That’s allowed?’ But then Cindy has the reasonable assumption that probably no one told the queen she couldn’t do that, and if she had done it, no one would really try to tell her after the fact.

"But then I met the king,” the queen goes on, “He was just a prince himself, then. The poor fool was traveling through our lands as part of some… diplomatic mission when he was captured by one of my remaining enemies. I didn’t even know he was in that keep, I was just… there to take down one more scourge. And I took them out right before I found him.” Her eyes get a little distant then. “I must have looked monstrous the first time he saw me…” she’s quiet for a few beats, then she seems to catch herself and she smiles a little, "Once I found out who he was, I more or less bullied him into our match. I was of high enough birth, after all. I thought he was so agreeable because he was afraid. But… I soon came to learn that there are many different kinds of bravery. Which… brings me to my point, dear,” the queen leans forward from her own seat, “Between what I saw of the king, and what I saw of my own people… I know what it means to have to be brave far longer than anyone should have to be. Something happens in the eyes…” the queen extends a hand and Cinderella unconsciously shrinks back in her own seat. Cindy’s mouth opens to apologize on reflex, but the queen is drawing her own hand back, fingers curling in. “What… I want to tell you is that… we want this place to be a home for you. I know what it feels like when your home… isn’t your home. When what remains of your family—” she catches herself again. “I’m sorry. I’m overstepping. This all must be so much on its own—“

“It’s— it’s fine—“ Cinderella is still tense in her seat, “It’s—it wasn’t nearly as bad as you think it is—I—I was never in a war—”

“It doesn’t have to be a war,” the queen says gently.

“Well, yes, but my stepsisters calling me stupid and ugly and saying I smelled bad all the time isn’t a war—”

“They called you stupid and ugly and told you that you smelled bad all the time?”

“But I did smell bad because I was cleaning out the chicken coops or the stable, or shoveling from the compost heap, or hauling laundry around, or because I had smoke pouring over me from the hearth and I got ugly muscles in my legs from going up and down the stairs all day—”

“They were making you do all that and they weren’t helping?”

“But that isn’t a war!”

“But you’re afraid of them,” the queen says softly and Cinderella flinches at the word ‘afraid.’ “Even now, even here, you’re afraid they can still make you hurt like all the times they hurt you before.”

“I—I—” CInderella stammers.

“Am I scaring you now?” The queen asks, not accusing, but genuinely concerned.

Cinderella’s knuckles are white around the handle of her little teacup. She’s gone deer-in-the-headlights again.

“It’s so hard to turn off…” the queen says softly, and Cindy isn’t sure if she’s talking to her or to herself. “And when you can turn it off you just feel so silly for thinking that way, but then something happens and it comes back all the worse…”

Cinderella’s half-come out of what would be called ‘tharn’ in Watership Down enough to sip her tea a little bit. The teacup rattles a bit in its saucer as she sets it down.

The queen gestures at the little tiered cookie trays. “Um… macaron?”

Cindy takes one and munches it down in barely a bite and a half, eager for the gap in conversation chewing affords her.

The queen huffs and slumps back in her seat. “Chaz was right about you. One really does feel like they can tell you anything and you don’t know if you’ve made a fool of yourself until after you’ve said it.”

“Is that… good?” Cinderella is picking up her teacup again.

“I think it’s good,” the queen says, taking a cookie herself and taking a bite out of it, “People are cynical, you know. It means a lot to inspire that kind of confidence. You managed to make quite the impression on a number of the palace staff the first night you came here.”

“Because I crashed the party…”

“Because you were kind. And helping seemed to be your first instinct about, well, anything. So this is what I’m saying—with regard to.. your previous living conditions, regardless of the abuse put upon you, there is only a limited degree to which the crown can respond. But I can assure you we will find every means we can to—”

“I don’t want to punish them,” Cindy blurts out, tense in her seat.

The queen’s gaze flicks up to her.

“What they did to me…” Cindy starts, but then stops and glances off, “I don’t think hurting them further than how they already are will help. I don’t know what will help them. But all I know is that I don’t want them anywhere near me. And I don’t think they need to hurt to know that.”

“…exile, then?” The queen munches a macaron and Cindy blanches.

“No,” Cinderella says quietly, “That doesn’t feel right either.”

“Well… we have a whole library and dozens of legal experts at your disposal, dear,” the queen smiles, “I trust you to be a far more merciful person than I’ve ever been.”

Cindy stills in her seat, full deer-in-the-headlights mode.

“…that’s good,” the queen says, reaching forward and putting a hand on Cinderella’s knee.

“Oh!” Cinderella eases up, “Th-thank you.”

And so, over the next few days and with much discussion with many royal lawyers, the first restraining order was invented. Granted, if you look up legal history as we know it, the modern restraining order popped up in like, the 1970’s, which is… really fucked up and you’d think it would pop up sooner. But also people are terrible so it makes sense that it would take that long. But we’ll just assume this was kind of like the whole ‘sometimes people act like Don Quijote was the first novel and not Lady Murasaki’s Tale of the Genji just because Don Quijote saw wider distribution,” and also an instance where something was so unusual for its time we wouldn’t really see its implementation until a long-ass time later situation. And also I made up the country they’re all in so fuck it. They invented restraining orders. Which is what Cindy deserves.

Oh god. like, I would hate being in the presence of the stepfam in any situation, but what I wouldn’t give to be in the room when the royal messenger shows up at the stepmother’s doorstep. Like the stepmother would totally think she’s receiving a ‘guest of honor’ invitation for the royal wedding despite the Prince’s absolutely harrowing look at her, and she’s like ‘Finally that little rat of a girl is proving herself useful.’ And there’s the royal messenger on the doorstep like, “Good afternoon ma’am, I have the distinct honor of issuing to you this royal decree that you and your daughters are not to come within 800 paces of the Princess Consort-to-be. As well as this fruit basket.” (The palace had never issued a restraining order before and as such wasn’t really sure the proper means of delivering it, and the fruit basket was Cindy’s idea so that they might ‘part on good terms.’ Cindy’s never issued a restraining order before either, and she also has a very inflated opinion of the power of gifts and fine food, so go easy on her.)

“…I suppose… the seating for the wedding will accommodate?” The stepmother says a bit blankly.

“Oh—Madam, unfortunately, I have no invitation for this household. But! You will observe that this fruit basket does indeed have a pineapple! So let that be a symbol of the crown extending all the hospitality it can extend in line with this decree.”

“Ah. Yes. A… a pineapple,” the stepmother says, blinking several times.

“Oh, yes, and also this sack of gold to cover any additional medical expenses with regard to the…” the palace messenger clears his throat, “Toe incident.” The messenger unceremoniously plops a roughly coconut-sized sack of gold onto the fruit basket. “Ladies,” he says, tipping his hat before leaving.

The stepmother snatches the gold sack up right quick but then she and the stepsisters are stuck staring at this pineapple for three days in utter befuddlement. Both the pineapple and the gold are enough to take their minds off of the increasingly large groups of starlings gathering in the hazel tree on the side of the house… for a while at least.

#love at first sight exists #but only in the sense that I consider that part of skyrim where you watch farkas turn into a werewolf 'love at first sight'#POV: You've been taken captive and you watch the hunter from Bloodborne carve a bloody path through your captors #like how can your brain NOT go 'wife' in that context???#what I'm saying is... Queen--it is fine he was absolutely INTO IT #cinderella #'also we've just tanked your entire social future but here's a pineapple byeeeeee'#Common sense: Hey you know you probably could make the epilogue one big chapter if you left out the queen's backstory #me: NO FUCK YOU I'M KEEPING IT

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Better Off • Emerson x Will AU

summary: in which it all comes crashing down :(

November 26 - Harvard University

Emerson shifted nervously in her chair, sending Rory a reassuring smile when she looked at her concernedly. Truth be told she was a bit on edge, she hadn’t been back to Harvard since she packed up her apartment and decided to transfer to BC. There were a lot of memories here that she didn’t want to remember and a lot of people she didn’t want to run into. There was one person in particular, she wanted to avoid more than the rest though. Her ex. Jason. But it would be impossible for her to ignore him completely tonight since he was going to be on the ice right in front of her.

She should’ve told Will. That her ex went here. That he played hockey. That he was going to be playing against him tonight. But she just couldn’t, not yet. Will viewed her a certain way. Strong. Beautiful. Confident. Special. Someone worth fawning over for months. She wasn’t ready for that perception he had of her to change yet. All she could do was hope that they didn’t run into each other too much during the game.

Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Their lines were paired up against each other and it seemed like wherever Will went on the ice, Jason wasn’t far behind. Constantly breathing down his neck, slashing at his stick, checking him harder than necessary. About midway through the second period, he hit Will really hard against the boards and Will fell down to his knees. Finally having enough he got up and grabbed Jason by the collar of his jersey, pulling roughly to bring him closer.

“What the hell is your problem man? You’ve been up my ass the entire night.” Will asks, clenching his hands tightly in Jason’s jersey.

When Jason grabs the front of Will’s jersey roughly, Will could see both Gabe and Ryan skating closer, itching to get involved but stopping when he sends a look in their direction.

“I'm just playing the game, Smith. What…you thought you were gonna get pretty boy privileges? You and your girl have that in common I guess. If you can't handle playing with the big boys maybe go back to the program."

Obviously this guy knew things about Will, that he went to the program, that he's seeing you and that just pissed Will off even more because he knew nothing about this guy.

Before Will could respond the refs separated them and Will made his way to the bench, taking a seat between Ryan and Cutter. Ryan could see Will was pissed off and it was better just to leave him alone so he'd save his questions for later.

Will leaned closer to Cutter and asked, "who the hell is that guy?"

"You don't know?" Cutter asks

"Am I supposed to?" Will asks mildly annoyed, he wouldn't have asked if he already knew.

"That's Emmy's ex boyfriend. The one she had before she transferred to BC. His name is Jason Lockwood. Same age as me and Em. Look Smitty, don't let this guy get under your skin. It's not worth it." Cutter says and Will clenches his jaw, taking a deep breath.

Ryan, who eavesdropped on that conversation, knocks his knee into Will's and asks, "Want me to beat him up for you?"

"And what…get suspended for a few games?" Will asks amused

"It'd be worth it" Ryan mumbles and Will smiles

"Nah, it's what he wants. Besides, if anyone is gonna beat him up I want it to be me."

"I get it. At least if your pretty face gets ruined, Em can pay for your plastic surgery." Ryan responds with a grin.

"Fuck off," Will says elbowing him but smiles nonetheless. He knows Ryan was just trying to calm him down a little, and it worked.

BC won the game but Will was still too angry to be happy about it. He just needed to see Emerson. Why hadn't she told him about Jason? She should've known that he was going to figure it out eventually, especially if they're playing against one another.

Making his way out of the locker room, he walks down the hall, a smile appears on his face when he sees his girls' blonde hair, it's always one of the first things he notices about her. His smile dims slightly when he sees the name on the back of her jersey. "Gauthier" She still wouldn't wear his jersey. Will's smile disappears completely when he gets closer and sees who she's talking to.

Emerson sighs when she sees Will approaching. This night couldn't possibly have gone any worse.

"Hey," she says to Will but his attention is solely focused on the man standing across from them.

"Are you gonna formally introduce us?" Jason asks and Em swallows thickly.

"Um- this is Will, a friend of mine." Em says, not meeting Will's eyes as she speaks. Her friend.

"And this is Jason, my-" Emerson was busy speaking, but Jason cut her off.

"Her boyfriend." he says

"Ex boyfriend." Both Em and Will corrects him simultaneously.

"Right, my bad. It's a habit." Jason says, looking Em up and down. "You look better in crimson than whatever that colour is"

"It's maroon and-" she starts responding but he cuts her off again.

"Anyway, I need to go. It was nice seeing you. Send my love to your parents, we should have lunch when they're in town again." Jason says and leaves before Emerson can respond.

"God, that guy is a piece of work" she says but Will doesn't respond, still processing what just happened.

"Will-"

"Not here. We can talk about it tonight, at your place. Drive safe," he says and kisses her temple before walking towards the exit.

A few hours later when Will arrives at her place, he takes a few seconds to collect himself outside the door.

There were so many thoughts going through his mind. He just couldn't get the image of her and Jason out of his head. He was the complete opposite of him, both in looks and personality. And if she could introduce a guy like that to her parents and be with him publicly, why couldn't she do the same with Will? Why didn't Will meet the standard? Why was he allowed to have the boyfriend label and Will was referred to as her friend. What more could he do to convince her that he was worthy of all that. Worthy of her.

He knocked and slipped past her when she opened the door, to sit on the couch, elbows resting on his knees.

"You didn't bring a bag. You're not spending the night?" Emerson asks softly, padding her way over to the couch and sitting next to him, leaving distance between them.

"Friends don't spend the night," the words spill out of Will's mouth before he can stop them.

"Will I…" she trails off, not knowing how to respond. How to explain. How to apologise.

"I just…I don't understand. I thought you wanted to be with me. Is this whole thing just one sided?" Will asks running his hand through his hair

"No, of course not."

"No? Then why does it feel like it is? Do you even care for me at all? Love me? Like me? Tolerate me? God knows that I can't tell what your feeling when you kiss me when we're alone and act as if I don't exist in public" he says

"You think I don't care about you?" she asks, disbelieving.

"I don’t know, you’ve never said it and even if you did, I don’t think I’d believe it. Your actions are certainly not showing it. You never told me you went to Harvard, I heard that from someone else and I still don’t know why you transferred. I feel like I don't know you at all. You know all my friends, I mean half of them practically live on your couch and yet you don’t want your friends to know we’re dating even though they probably already know cause the guys can’t keep their mouths shut. You have lunch with my sister weekly and you text my mom regularly but you won’t tell your parents that we’re dating, nevermind introduce me to them. I’ve been trying really hard to be patient and let you take things at your own pace but at this point it feels like I’m waiting for things that are never gonna happen."

Emerson tries to discreetly wipe all of her tears, knowing that Will needed to say what he needed to say and that he'd stop if he knew it hurt her.

"I would never want you to feel the way I'm feeling right now. If I ever disrespected you, like you've disrespected me multiple times over the past few weeks, I would beg someone to knock some sense into me." he says voice cracking at the end, and Em covers her face with both hands, trying to contain her sobs.

Will wipes a hand over his face, taking a deep breath, and pulls her onto his lap, rubbing her back up and down soothingly.

"Don't console me, I don't deserve it" she sobs into Will's neck

"That's the thing about loving someone princess, you do it even if they don't deserve it." he says and feels more tears soak his skin.

"I'm sorry," she croaks out after a few minutes. "For everything,"

"I know, baby. I'm sorry too. And I know you never meant to hurt me. But I also don't think you're ready to change anything yet, and I don't think I can do this anymore." Will says and she takes in a shuddering breath.

After a few minutes, she removes her head from his neck and stands up, moving to get a tissue from the table and wipe her face, trying to compose herself a little.

"I'll uh- come by later to get my stuff, or send one of the guys" Will says softly from behind her.

The tears choke her up again and she can't respond so she just nods even though she's facing away from him and he can't see it.

Will tightly wraps his arms around her from behind and kisses her shoulder, and then her neck and then finally her cheek before letting go and making his way out the apartment. Out of her life.

Their relationship had ended before it had even really begun, and Emerson didn't know if she'd just made the biggest mistake of her life by letting Will walk out that door, but perhaps he would be better off.

#❥ — ꒰ emerson + will ꒱

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December MC of the Month: Luca O'Rinn

Please welcome December 2023's MC of the month! Each month, we will highlight one MC or OC that is currently on our Meet My MC / OC List. The MC / OC is selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

This month’s MC of the month is…

@aria-ashryver 's Luca O'Rinn

More below...

In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC / OC.

This little idiot just doesn’t stop. They are so damn resilient! I love their bravery, compassion and that Luca takes the time to make sure the people around him feel seen, heard and understood. Communication is important to him — he’s a little tactless or graceless with it sometimes, but he tries so hard to make sure the people he loves know it. I love how talented and inquisitive he is, and that he has such a strong sense of self — Luca just feels so bright to me, so vibrant and joyous. “Lightbringer” was an accidental name meaning, I just picked “Luca” at random when creating my MC because it felt right, but it really was the perfect choice for them!

2. Do you feel your MC / OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

Luca is much more impulsive than I am, and has a bigger social battery, but I think we are both the kind of people friends come to for advice and comfort. We are both musically inclined, both love hugs (probably more in my case), animals, and the beauty and magic of the natural world. I’m 6ft tall, Luca is tiny. Luca’s heritage is a nod to my own Scottish roots — my grandparents / great-grandparents emigrated from Scotland, and I’m lamenting the slow death of any Scottish cultural influence in my family’s day-to-day life as the generations pass. There are parts of me in Luca, sure, but ultimately they are very much their own person.

3. What is most important to your MC / OC? What is their motivation in life?

Authenticity, truth, and (this one might sound weird, but) movement. Luca will never be someone he’s not. For him, to live is to grow, to always seek out opportunities to find out more about himself and the world he lives in.

They can’t stand being stagnant and idle, both mentally and physically; Luca is a dancer with a truly avid curiosity, so they just need to keep moving, no matter what they are doing. Right now for Luca, that means having intense, emotional conversations; breathing love into the world; learning new skills; knuckling down on language studies; uncovering vampire lore; fighting to protect the ones he loves; doing a lot of introspective thought and trying to be a better version of himself with every day that passes.

4. What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

Luca has a strong sense of social justice, so there are plenty of things that annoy them —particularly in regard to the treatment of other people; they’ll be the first to jump to someone’s defense— but in terms of more minor pet peeves, pertaining to him personally? Being called “bro” / “man” / “dude” by someone who obviously means it in a cisheteronormative way (and people who blatantly ignore the “they” aspect of their pronouns). Luca definitely picks their battles, and they are totally fine with being called any of those names by friends and family, but it often elicits an eyeroll coming from closed-minded and/or queerphobic people.

Also, early mornings. Luca is firmly of the opinion that mornings should be banned. No more mornings. The day doesn’t exist before 10am. He will never understand how Gabriel keeps getting up at dawn to go for a run. On purpose. That’s just wild.

5. If your MC / OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

Luca hasn’t had the easiest life, but it was one that led them to find Cas and Gabe. They would go through it all again and then some if it meant a life of loving those two and being loved by them in turn… but Luca sees how much Cas and Gabriel are hurting, too. How much they ache for a place of belonging. How deeply lonely they have been.

If Luca could change one thing, it would be for them, not himself. He’d bring back their parents. Choi Harin. Sofia Adalhard. Remiel Adalhard. He’d bring back Gabriel’s sisters, Raquel and Michaela. His grandmother, Sarah. His cousin, Joaquin. Cas’s halmeoni, Choi Miyoung. His harabeoji, Choi Yongho. Cas’s best friend, Ricky Harlow.

If Luca could steal them even a moment with the people they have lost, then he’d do it in a heartbeat. He knows it's an impossible dream, but that won’t stop him from making sure that, at the very least, Cas and Gabriel know they will always, always be a part of his family. That the O’Rinns will always be there to welcome them with open arms.

6. What is your MC / OC’s favorite quote or song?

Luca’s favourite song changes with the wind, but at the moment they are making good use of Hozier’s “De Selby (Pt1)” to practice their (rusty) skills on acoustic guitar, as well as their pronunciation of Irish Gaelic (which they’d like to be fluent in — Scottish Gaelic and Irish Gaelic share a root language, so they are very similar in many ways. Think Spanish to Portuguese!) Luca has a firm grasp of Gàidhlig, but the only fluent Irish-speaker in the family is their great aunt Morag. Given the O’Rinn’s ancestral ties to Ireland, Luca aims to fix that!

He’s also currently messing around with some original contemporary choreo to Lee Taemin’s “Just Me and You” and “Guilty”.

7. Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC / OC?

Luca has come to mean so much to me. I never intended to write about them when I first started reading ID —I had never written fanfic at all!— but the more I learned about them and fleshed out their backstory, the more I knew I had a story to tell. Rather than write a simple, short piece, fool that I am, I decided to dive right into a (currently) 250K+ word longfic centring on not one, but four romantic relationships (Luca x Cas; Luca x Gabriel; Cas x Gabriel; and the dynamic of the poly ship between all three of them).

Despite being a retelling, I think “Starlight” gets a lot thematically heavier than Immortal Desires ever did, with a broader focus on worldbuilding and characterisation, and the experience of writing it has been so rewarding — I think in large part because of Luca.

I just adore them. So much. And I’m grateful to have them along for the ride while we find our way through this story together. There is no one else I’d rather have along for the ride. (Also, I’m sorry I make you suffer so much, sweet Luca. I promise your happily ever after will be worth every hardship 💖)

Thank you so so so much to CFWC for letting me gush about Luca!! If you would like to know more about them, you can read about them in my longfic, “Snow In Crimson, Starlight in Gold” on AO3, or find more on my masterlist.

#cfwc mc of the month #immortal desires #aria-ashryver #luca o'rinn #meet my mc #choices fic writers creations #playchoices #choices the stories you play #december mc of the month

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hii im joining the Joaquin Opinions Party! I bring you a whole ass essay! (sorry) (also its nsfw a bit? do with that what you will, idk if its even legal to send asks this long)

I find Joaquin to be a delightfully fluid character. I mean that in terms of gender and sexuality, sure, but more specifically here, I'm taking about the way he orients himself in the world and in the workplace.

He is quite obviously eloquent and charming, but I find it telling that he asserts himself as someone who could potentially lean into connections with… literally anyone? He often does this via means of flirtation -- see how easily he posits potential connections with MC, with Gabe, with Aislinn.

He makes it seem conceivable that, if he so chose, he could foster a relationship with ✨any one✨ of these people. Like, you wouldn't be surprised to find Joaquin in cahoots with any character imo -- be it social, sexual, business, betrayals. He could have popped up during that one Sadie Dirty 30 and I'd be entirely unsurprised to see him there klsdjf

He's all about power play. In this one exchange, he's simultaneously trying to pique MCs interest sexually/romantically, while also telling them "you're simply one of dozens", "You're special, but you also aren't at all". When MC meets his flirtation with their own dry, cooly unmoved response, he goes for the power play yet again; he sees MC isn't flustered by his flirtation, so he tries to throw them again via means of unexpected wit.

Joaquin will always zig when you expect him to zag.

He keeps people on their toes, he's always working at manouevring himself into a better position.

That fluidity keeps MC uncertain whether or not he can actually be trusted, what his deal is -- he's really playful about the whole thing, but you can feel a kind of calculating intelligence behind everything he says and does, however lighthearted. Is he actually as carefree and unconcerned as he seems on the surface? Or is that all a part of his deft social manipulations?

But he reveals himself a little bit when he keeps just turning up wherever MC is all the time. Sure, he's here to scheme, its all business, he's looking out for number one blah blah... but how many of these random run-ins could have been phone calls? Or needed to happen at all? My guy, why are your words telling MC you're all cool and aloof, but your actions are those of a sad lil puppy?

Looking a little closer at Joaquin, I honestly think he's lonely.

When everyone "knows you", no one knows you. When you are everyone's "friend", you are no ones. He's good at what he does, yes, but his success isn't without its price.

On a lighter note, one of my absolute FAVOURITE things about Joaquin is how his apparent love of mischief and power dynamics plays out in a sexual relationship -- he might do his best to keep the upper hand in public, but in private? Baby just wants to be dommed lmao

His reaction to seeing MC is about to use a riding crop on him is just "ooh yay!!" lol.

He's a dork, he's baby, he's smart, he's stupid, he's delightful. I love him, your honour, he's the bisexual rep I always yearned for💖💖💖

In conclusion: Joaquin is peak jester meme material thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

no apology needed, my friend- i welcome this energy wholeheartedly 🖤🖤🖤

still on the hunt for those joaquin opinions! please read this post before submitting an ask

#also love your mcs name #does it have any relation to the bb universe 👀#playchoices #choices #joaquin morales #aria-ashryver #tysm for sending in your thoughts🖤#laws of attraction

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The Twins - Just Us Chapter 6

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1511

Series List | Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

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Sitting criss-cross applesauce on the couch, laptop resting on either knees answering emails back and forth just waiting for Wanda to make her appearance. It had been about an hour since I had left her in the bathroom to relax, so I wasn't surprised when I heard the patter of footsteps coming from upstairs. My dry eyes, from staring at my screen for too long without blinking, flick from my laptop to the top of the stairs where I see a very relaxed Wanda making her way down.

"Thank you for the clothes. Even though they are a little big." She takes a seat next to me, so I lean forward to place my laptop on the coffee table giving her my full attention.

"Just a little." I laugh out as I scan her body. She has a pair of my sweatpants on that she has had to roll over a couple of times; and a top that could be classed as a dress on her. "They look better on you anyway."

"Mmm, they are also very comfy." She looks at my laptop, noticing what I was doing. "Please don't let me interrupt your work."

"It's fine. I was just answering some emails, nothing important." She hums in reply, placing her head on my shoulder snuggling closer to me. "Do you want me to take you back home at some point?"

"Unfortunately." She huffs out. "I may not have work, but there is no rest for the wicked."

"Okay, well it's Gabe's day off today so I am going to have to drive you there myself. So no car sex unfortunately for you." She smacks my arm lightly earning a laugh from me.

"Rude, but I think I'm still a bit sore to have a continuation. Not that that's a bad thing." I hum in response leaning forward to send one last email before closing my laptop lid and standing up. Holding out my hand, which she gladly takes, I hoist her up from the couch.

"I'm sorry your sore, I have some magic cream that should relieve it a bit. I will go and get it and then we can get you home." Before she can reply I move to one of the downstairs bathrooms, grabbing the ache and pain relief cream from the medicine cabinet in there. As I make my way back to the living room I see Wanda sat back down on the couch messaging her legs a little. I'm glad she enjoyed last night, but being sore isn't always that fun.

"So all you have to do is take a small squeeze of the stuff and massage it into your legs. It's like an absorbent pain relief thing." She lets out a small thanks as she gets to work rubbing it in.

A comfortable silence fills the room as I get my keys and wallet from the bowl, getting myself ready to take Wanda home. Every now and again I hear her wince as she applies the cream, poor baby. "I didn't mean to be so rough that I hurt you." I apologise, I never like hurting anyone to much with sex.

"There is no need to apologise. I feel amazing, just a little sore. Which, I think, you should be proud of. It takes a lot to make a Sokovian sore." She laughs out as she makes her way over to me, placing the cream on the side. Both her hands come to rest on my cheeks. "I haven't felt this good in such a long time, so please do not apologise."

"Okay, well I'm sorry that I was sorry." She laughs, shaking her head slightly as her arms drop to her side, relaxing. "Now should we get you home princess."

"That would be wonderful."

So I take her hand, leading her back to the lobby, waiting for the elevator. Should I ask if she wants to do this again or if this is a one time thing? I mean I really liked last night and this morning. It felt quite domesticated. Right? It wasn't like a one night stand sort of situation. Oh god I don't know. Breaking me out of my inner turmoil, the bell for the elevator dings and me and Wanda calmly make our way into it. Hitting the button for the parking garage, I let out a small breath trying to stop my mind from wandering.

"So was this a one time thing for you? Or if I asked. Can I have your number? would you give it to me?" Huh , what. Does she read minds or something? I turn to look at Wanda who looks sort of nervous. So I hold out my free hand palm facing upwards in front of her. She gives me a quizzical look.

"Pass me your phone." I smile when I see her let out a shaky breath, wow she really was nervous. She quickly hands me her phone, unlocking it. I tried not to pry, because that's rude, but I could help smile at the background picture which was a photo of her and what looked like two teenage boys....wait....she has children? I don't care about the children, no I mean of course I do, but it doesn't bother me. What concerns me is she looks too young to have two teenage boys. Should I ask her about them? I'm going to. No? Yeah? No? Yes? Yes!

"Are those your boys?" I ask as I pass the phone back pointing at the background picture. A look of worry passes over her face, scrunching her eyebrows as her eyes move back and forth looking at the figures in the picture. I move my thumb to press between her brows, which makes them relax but she seems more nervous now than when she asked permission to pleasure me last night, it was cute in all honesty.

"They are yeah." Her voice is uneven, what's got her so shaken up.

"How old are they? If you don't mind me asking." She looks back at the photo of them up at me, still seemingly nervous.

"They are 14. Twins. The one with the blue headband is Billy and the other one, in the blue shirt with the bolt is Tommy. It was Halloween." They make a cute family, I see Wanda dressed all in red with a headdress on.

"Ah and I see you're a Sokovian fortune teller." She seems to visibly relax a lot more. What's going on I wonder?

"Yeah I am, uhm, is it an issue that I have two teenage boys?" So that's what she is worried about, now come to think of it, it didn't even cross my mind when I first heard her say yes to my initial question. Does it bother me? No. Even if they are only 8 years younger than me.

I wonder if Wanda knows roughly how young I am. OH MY GOD SHE IS A MILF! I mean if they are 14, and I'm going to assume she waited until she was out of school at 18 to have children, that would mean she would be 32. 32 at the youngest. But she could be younger if she had them younger.....32! Holy shit! She does not look 32! I thought she was my age! Wait, does she think I'm her age? I mean I do look older than what I am, but I put that down to my maturity, the suits, hair and makeup. Woah okay. Right I need to answer her question, how long have I been in turmoil for.

"Y/n?" I hum and look at her, she seems to have a defeated look on her face. "I get it I do, it's okay."

"Wait what's okay?"

"You went all quiet after I asked about the boys. Most people don't want to start something with someone who has teenage kids." This elevator seems to be going on forever, well I mean I am on the 50th floor, and my parking garage is on like -3 it's going to take a minute. I turn on my heels so I am standing in front of her, so she can see what I am about to say is the whole truth.

Placing my hands on her cheeks I gently stroke her cheeks, getting her to calm down. "Hey. Hey. Listen to me. I didn't answer you because I blanked out, I get lost in my thoughts sometimes. My friends call it inner turmoil, but the proper name is just overthinking due to some things. Anyway. So to answer your question. No it is not a bad thing that you have two teenage boys. Not one issue at all."

"But?" She questions her eyes searching mine for what I don't know.

"But, it was more of a surprise to me that you have teenage boys. I didn't think you were old enough to have two 14 years old boys, unless there is some story behind the fact that you got pregnant at like 13 and are like 27." She lets out a breath she was holding, a small okay leaving her lips. Her head bows slightly in relief, until it flies back up so she can see me again.

"Wait, how old are you?!"

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x you #just us series

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