#i do like paul do not get me wrong. i could fix him

[cassie48]

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻

King Hal x fem reader.

A/N: In which the king isn’t happy with how his wife, the queen is treated.

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You were chosen to be queen. Hal himself wanted you. But, in some ways, a lot of ways actually, you felt you weren’t meant to be a queen. You were very quiet and innocent, to scared to correct someone or stand up for yourself.

Now, Hal was always there to stand up for you, he was really very protective of you. He threatened men that mocked you, and declared to the people of England that you were his wife, and that they must accept that.

On this particular day, you were sat on a bench in a secluded area of the gardens, hiding from everyone, crying. Earlier that day there had been an incident, leading you to hide away from your husband and those he would send to look for you.

You had been on a stroll, earlier that day. You often went on strolls when Hal would have meetings. On this particular morning, you bumped into a man that served Paul. He was a sort of advisor and helped him stay in order. George, was his name.

You had never really warmed to him, as he constantly made you uncomfortable. He would send you odd looks, when Hal wasn’t looking, sometimes in places that no man but Hal should be looking.

“Sorry George” You said looking at the ground.

“Oh it’s fine your majesty, it’s my fault” he said with a disgusting smirk.

“Do you know where Hal is?” Your sweet voice said, wanting to see your husband.

“He’s busy right now” he told you.

You nodded turning to continue on your walk, when his voice continued.

“I could accompany you, you know” George said not even bothering to address you respectfully.

“Oh, it’s fine, really” you said going to turn.

“Are you sure, I’d like to” he said, clearly wanting you to agree to go with him.

“No really, it would be…improper” you said, with a polite smile, trying to leave.

But, to your shock, he grabbed your upper arm roughly, tracing his finger over your body.

“From what I’ve heard, you’re quite the improper girl” he whispered, his fingers sickly travelling all over you.

“W-What?” You said your voice trembling, pulling back slightly, but it didn’t work.

“The men talk, say that you’ve been quite 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳” he said with a menacing smile.

This was when you lost it, you stared to ball your eyes out, ripping yourself away from his hold, running off to hide in the gardens, crying as you did, that’s where you found the little bench.

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At that same time, Paul was leaving his meeting room, going to see you in your chambers. This was a daily routine for him, he truly loved him.

But a scowl made its way on his face when you weren’t there. “Where is the queen?” He yelled at the servants in the room.

“We, aren’t sure, your majesty” a man answered staring at the ground in fear.

“Is it not your job to take care of her when I’m not?” He yelled rage dripping from his voice as he grew more worried.

“Find her” he demanded with a cold voice.

They all scrambled, running in all directions to search for you, fearing for their lives if they didn’t.

Around an hour later, there was still no sign of you, Hal was getting very impatient. So he went to look for you himself.

He knew your favourite places in the castle and he knew one of which was the gardens, so he made his way there. He had searched almost all the gardens, until her heard a soft crying.

Hal eventually found you on that bench, as soon as he saw you, he was 𝘔𝘢𝘥.

“My love? What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat on the bench too, placing you on his lap.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, continuing to cry loudly into his chest.

“Are you hurt?” He asked with a concerned look on his face.

You nodded your head no and hugged onto him tighter, as the tears fell down your face.

“Love, you have to tell me what’s wrong, so I can fix it” he said kissing your head.

“It was…g-george” you cried.

“What about 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦?” He said, his face suddenly becoming cold.

“He, he said I was an improper lady! And h-he was touching me Hal” you hiccuped.

Hals phase froze in anger and shock. George was in the room when Hal first threatened everyone about going near his wife. He made it very clear she was to be shown respect. George was one of his most trusted men. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

“I’ll deal with him, this won’t happen again” he said kissing your hand.

You eventually lifted your head from his chest, as he wiped your tears from your cheeks.

“C-Can we go for a walk?” Your gentle voice asked.

“Of course, anything for you” Hal answered lifting her off his lap onto the ground, and taking her hand in his.

They walked the grounds talking about everything and anything, happy to be in each others company.

You hugged his side, yawning, suddenly becoming very tired.

“Do you want to retire” he said, his arm around your waist.

You only nodded in response, and you both headed back to your chambers.

He ordered the maids to run a bath for you, before kissing you softly, telling you he had something to take care of, and he’d be back later.

Around one hour later, you lay in the bath, the bubbles covering your naked body, and your eyes closed, enjoying the heat.

The door swung open to reveal your husband once more, but this time with blood on his hands.

“Hal?” Your little voice squeaked.

“It’s not my blood, I only took care of something that needed to be handled” he said sitting beside you, and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You nodded, your eyes heavy as you leaned into his touch. You yearned to be in bed.

Hal caught onto this, and ordered the maids to help you prepare for bed, and get into your nightdress.

“What did you do to him, George I mean” you whispered, playing with your fingers.

Hal smiled before saying “I taught him a lesson” and giving you a long kiss, and bidding you goodnight.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭,

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯.

A/n

I hope you all enjoyed, I’ve been wanting to write for Hal for some time now so finally I did!!

[britany1997]

Fate Yields For No One

Chapter Five

Well y’all, it’s been a month so you know what that means:):) Hope you enjoy the next installment in the series! I can’t wait to show y’all how this fic is going to develop even further!

Poly Lost Boys x Max’s Daughter Reader

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California, 1986

The boys were too stunned to speak.

Until Paul abruptly broke the silence with a resounding “what the fuck.”

You pulled away from Maria’s embrace when a familiar voice shattered your moment. You sighed, pushing your frustration down and turning to glare at the blond menace.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t alone.

The same feeling you’d had when you’d met Paul a couple weeks ago surged through you once more as you met eyes with each of his friends.

The bleach blond one looked disgusted, almost angry, with his eyes narrowed and his mouth fixed into a sneer.

The curly haired one bit his gloved thumb, his eyes skittered back and forth between you, Maria, and his friends. He bounced, shifting his weight back and forth from one foot to the other, practically vibrating.

The dark haired one was unreadable. Your eyes narrowed as you took in his expression. You searched for nervousness, anger, sadness, anything. But his face revealed nothing, it was almost intriguing.

Paul looked broken. His mouth slightly agape and his eyes resembling those of a kicked puppy. Despite his pitiful appearance, you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel any remorse.

You reminded yourself that you’d always been entitled to make your own damn choices.

The little utterances of “mine” that broke through their lips meant nothing to you. You had never belonged to anyone but yourself. And you had always been your own to give.

You crossed your arms and scowled, daring them to intrude any further on your time with Maria.

You felt a hand slide along your cheek, turning your head slowly until you were faced with your lover.

“Hey,” she soothed, staring into your eyes with a slightly nervous gaze. You softened immediately.

“It’s getting late, we’re already closed, and it seems like you need to talk this out,” she said gently.

You took her soft hands in your own. “No, please don’t go,” you pleaded, “it’s them who should leave.”

When she smiled, it didn’t reach her eyes.

“We’re working the night shift together tomorrow,” she reminded you, “figure this out ok? I’ll be here.”

She leaned in to kiss your cheek, “I’ll always be here for you ok?”

“Ok,” you whispered back as you stroked her face softly, causing a blush to rise on her cheeks.

Paul cleared his throat loudly and you shot him a glare that would have peeled paint.

Maria’s hand over yours calmed you down just a bit. She reassured you with a smile before she slipped out the front door.

With Maria gone, you were free to feel the depth of your frustration at the four men before you.

“What do you want?” You grit out through clenched teeth.

Paul threw up his hands, “what is wrong with you?”

Your face flushed red, half with embarrassment, and half with anger. You clenched your fists. Nothing was wrong with you. Something was clearly wrong with him because he couldn’t. take. a hint.

The dark haired vampire shot Paul a look that seemed to reign him in. Then he stepped forward to put himself between you and the three other men.

“I’m Dwayne,” he introduced himself gently, his face still devoid of any emotion.

“Ok,” you spat, “congratulations.”

His mask broke a bit, looking slightly taken aback by your hostility, but he quickly composed himself.

“We just want to talk,” he said, his hands up in a sort of surrender, “let us explain some things to you.”

Your eyes narrowed, and without Maria there to diffuse the situation, your arms crossed again.

“Explain things to me?” You felt rage bubbling up inside you, “what could you possibly have to explain to me?”

Dwayne, to his credit, maintained his calm, collected demeanor. The bleach blond however seemed to be seething behind him.

“It’s hard to know where to start…we’re your-”

“I know.” You cut him off.

“You know?”

“I know what you are, and I know what we are,” you flashed him your fangs.

The four boys couldn’t hide their shock. The bleach blond one pushed past Dwayne to stare you down. “You’re not a human,” he mused.

Dwayne placed a hand on his shoulder, “David…” he warned.

David rolled his shoulder to shove off Dwayne’s hand.

“Listen sweetheart,”

You scowled at the pointed nickname.

“You’re ours,” Paul cringed at David’s words.

“The sooner you get it through your thick head,” David tapped your forehead, causing you to bare your teeth, “the better.”

“Oh fuck,” Paul whispered.

You stared David down, your body shaking slightly in anger. “If you ever fucking touch me again I will rip your head from your shoulders and burn your decapitated body you arrogant asshole,” You hissed.

He hissed back, his fangs on full display.

“David please,” the curly hair vampire begged.

“Marko,” David turned to growl, “I won’t tolerate this kind of insubordination.”

You gripped the edge of the video store desk so hard you thought it might break off.

Dwayne yanked David back by his arm. With the way the bleach blond man glared at the him you thought they might come to blows.

“Do you think you’re helping right now?” Dwayne asked.

David rolled his eyes, “she’s disrespecting me, she’s disrespecting us.” he glared at you.

You scowled back, trying to seem unfazed by his egotistical display.

“Is that what she’s doing?” Dwayne asked, “or is she setting boundaries and making choices you don’t like?”

Your hostile face dissolved to shock. You weren’t expecting that kind of support.

“Love can’t be forced,” Dwayne continued, “you know that, I know you know that.”

David stared at Dwayne before sighing deeply.

You tensed when he moved towards you. “This isn’t over,” he hissed.

You scoffed, “yeah that’s what he said,” you hooked your thumb towards Paul, “I’ll tell you what I told him. It sure seems like it is.”

David’s eyes narrowed but he kept his mouth shut.

“C’mon boys,” he gestured for the men to follow him out of the store.

Dwayne didn’t even glance back as he left.

Marko shot you a longing look, but when you looked away, he sighed before following Dwayne out the door.

Paul lingered. He opened his mouth, only to close it, time after time.

“What do you want?” you scowled.

“We could make you happy,” he said in the softest voice you’d ever heard. “I could make you happy.”

You stared at him, his eyes full of hope and desire.

“If you really want me to be happy…”

He moved closer, hanging on every word you said. His fists clenched at his side, desperate to touch you but holding back.

“Then I need you to leave me alone.”

His face fell, any hope in his eyes had shattered and dissolved.

He turned away, dead heart breaking in his chest.

“Ok,” was all he could muster as he too disappeared from the store.

As soon as he’d slipped from sight, you rushed to the front door to flip the sign from open to closed.

Grateful for the solace that an empty store provided, you slunk to the back room to mull over the events of the night.

You slid down the door until you were seated, head in hands. Part of you wondered if it would be so bad to give in. The Dwayne guy seemed respectful and kind enough, and if you were honest with yourself, you weren’t unattracted to him either.

If you were really honest, you weren’t unattracted to any of them. Except that David asshole.

It wasn’t his face that bothered you, but his abismal attitude. He might as well have been Max Jr.

He didn’t own you. No one fucking did.

Then there was Maria.

Her beautiful face flashed through your mind. She was kind, she was brilliant, she was caring, and you could see yourself falling for her one day.

God you’d had your first kiss with Maria tonight and you were thinking about those possessive vamps?

How could you ever consider trading her in for these four strangers with nothing but some kind of empty ‘claim’ on you.

You sighed.

You couldn’t deny that you’d felt the pull. You blamed your stupid, uncontrollable vampire instincts.

But what was lust, passion, and desire when compared with connection, comfort, and love?

Maria was the one you wanted. You chose her, and you’d do what you had to to keep her.

Whatever it took.

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[look-at-the-soul]

Every little thing you do- Part 7

Tommy Shelby x reader

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A/N:Sorry for not posting this part earlier! I’ve been sick all week but I’m finally functioning like a human again 🤭 you’ll see some references to what really happened in season 3, I just adapted it to this story. Anyways hope you enjoy it! 🥰 let me know in the comments xx

Word count: 3,964

Tommy felt his anger raising, but he needed to calm down and think.

Think straight, have a clear mind.

Father Hughes was the most irritating person on earth. He didn’t want him to be involved in his charity project, that man was far from being someone respectable and he only make him waste his time. Deep down, Tommy knew he must have a dark past, something that he did wrong… he just needed to find what was his weakness.

It was still early, but still he needed a drink. Taking a glass and a decanter, he poured himself some.

“Thomas.” Polly called from the door.

“I need you to take care of everything today, gotta go.”

“Where?”

“I’ve a meeting, will probably be back later tonight.” He took a long swing of his drink. “Arranged a meeting with Vicente Changretta, Arthur and John will be there.”

They needed to fix the relationship with the Italians, after burning down the restaurant. He already had enough trouble in his hands.

“Fine.” She looked at him intensely. “You know… I was talking to Lizzie yesterday.”

Tommy hummed unbothered.

“Has Y/N told you if Lizzie keeps pissing her off?”

“No. Why?” He moved to his desk to take a few things.

Polly shuddered, perhaps she understood Lizzie wrong, she seemed to feel embarrassed and refused to say anything else to her.

“She’s jealous.” Polly ran her fingers through her hair. “She thought Y/N’s baby was yours.”

Tommy’s head snapped towards his aunt. His eyes had closed in disbelief. “What the fuck?”

“Look, I’m not judging her, and you shouldn’t either.” Polly gave him a knowing glance, se had talked to the secretary and she seemed to be having a change of heart.

“She told me she’s willing to do anything to get you to trust her once more.”

Pondering on Polly’s words, Tommy thought for a couple of seconds. “Anything eh? Alright… she’s going to help us clean the mess she made.”

He’d try to push Lizzie’s buttons just to make sure how far she could go. The sudden change could’ve a reason behind.

Now it was Polly’s turn to squint her eyes. “What are you thinking of?”

“She’s going to break up this absurd romance with Angel Changretta. Very peacefully.”

“Isn’t that too much to ask?” She asked cautiously.

“Explain to Lizzie how life works, no matter what Angel says, he’ll always remind her of her past. If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll always have her desk available here as a secretary, but if she keeps this going, I’m going to be her worst nightmare.” He warned right before storming out his office.

First he’d stop by to pay Ada a visit, then off to the meeting with the Russian royalty.

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Y/N thanked the two men carrying the last piece of furniture into the office, they previously brought in the small desk and chairs, the bookshelf and a file cabinet.

In the corner of the room, she kept a box full of folders, sheets and other office supplies she would distribute among the classrooms. Most of her days have been busy organizing the storage and after a while it seemed to be presentable.

“Miss Y/N Y/LN?” The gardener called, getting her attention. “Your presence is required outside.”

“Oh! Sure.”

The Shelby Institute might open its doors any moment now, she thought as she strolled through the long hall, her shoes clacked against the floor, the daily walks around the institute made her keep in a good shape, because her belly was becoming more prominent day by day, of course she got out of breath anyways.

“We just need you to check if it’s the right color.” Paul asked pointing at the wall.

Tommy made sure to hire Small Heath people, purchasing all the material from local and small businesses, he felt this urge to help as much as possible because he couldn’t stop thinking given different circumstances, it would be him instead of them struggling with money, not having enough in their pockets to feed their family.

“This looks amazing, thank you for all the hard work you’re doing.” Y/N praised.

It wasn’t her place to supervise, but Tommy officially let her decide everything that was needed; from the color, decoration, even the personnel. He just kept signing cheques.

“Am I still on time to enroll my children? Could you ask Mr. Shelby, Miss Y/LN?”

“Yes of course you can! Bring me the papers tomorrow morning and the authorization.”

It was Tommy’s wish, to help as much people as possible.

The man gave her an embarrassed glance. “I don’t want them to be like me, I want them to have an education.” He added with melancholy.

“There’s nothing wrong to work in construction Billy,” Y/N encouraged. “But it’s admirable that you want them to be better.”

“That wouldn’t be possible without Mr. Shelby’s generosity.”

Y/N smiled at him but before she could step inside the building again, she noticed a car parking behind. Squinting her eyes because of the sun, she could barely tell who was that.

“Is this the Institution that runs that gang leader?” The man asked, judging by his attire he was a priest, but there was some off about him that said otherwise.

An uneasy feeling made Y/N take a step back, she covered her bump with the folders in her hands in a protective motion.

“Who’s asking?”

Tommy would be the last person on earth to have something to do with a priest.

The man looked her up and down, giving her a nasty and dirty stare.

“Tell him I’ll supervise this place, once it’s open.”

When he left, his vehicle made a cloud of dust. He didn’t ask politely, no, he pretended to be in charge of the charity.

Y/N walked inside the Institute again, making a mental note to add a room for the children to read, and they might need a fountain in the patio. She chuckled to herself, realizing she started to sound like Tommy.

No long after honking loudly, Tommy announced his presence, Y/N saw him behind the window as he was strolling towards her.

“Pick up your stuff, we’re going.” He announced.

“Where?”

“Somewhere, don’t ask.”

Y/N frowned. “I’ve to ask, it’s going to be midday, there’s things that need to be done.”

Tommy stepped into her office, looking for her coat and handbag.

“Yeah I pay you a ridiculous amount of money it’s about time you hire an assistant.” He said with a wink.

“An assistant of an assistant. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard.” She added, Tommy noticed she crossed her arms, not pleased by his interruption, she was always doing what she had to do and don’t you dare to move something from her things-to-do-list.

“It’s something good, trust me.”

“Can I ask where are we going?” Y/N asked enjoying the wind in her face.

“No.”

“What’s with all this secrecy?”

“If I tell you, you’re going to tell me no.”

“Well, you better include food because the baby is getting hungry.” Y/N smiled at her bump, while her hands caressed in a circle motion. Day by day she was getting fond of her baby.

“Oh I was counting you’d say that, lately you’re demanding more and more food.” He added in a light mood.

“Polly says I need to eat for two.” Y/N defended.

Tommy chuckled and in a blink, he was gone. He literally stormed into the library.

The little information she managed to get was that now she was reading out loud for Tommy a book about Russians that ran away from the revolution and opted to live exiled and from the Crown’s charity. Tommy assured her that way was practical.

Parking later after in front of a couple of shops, but she still knew so little about what was behind Tommy’s requests.

“I’ve a meeting around, it should be quick,” he explained helping Y/N out of the car, “but I thought it might be good if you start searching for some baby furniture, eh?”

“Tommy…” She covered her mouth with her hand.

“And don’t even start saying you don’t have money, I promised your grandma to look after the two of you, and that includes the things the baby will need.” Tommy used her shocked state to practically drag her inside the store, wining the argument way before it could start. “Hello, we would like to check out a moses, a rocking chair, a drawer…”

Y/N stared at him silently, Tommy thought of everything and even though his generosity wasn’t a surprise, it still came out of the blue, catching her off guard.

“Would you like us to open an account?” Asked the perplexed sales woman.

“Yes,” Tommy answered eyeing a catalog. “Everything she wants, a lamp, the carpet, the sheets… just put it into my account.” He handled a card with his company name and address. “Pick you up in about an hour?”

Y/N nodded, still trying to process everything.

“Leave something for the rest of the costumers ey!” Tommy shouted from the door before disappearing.

The woman started swooning immediately. “I hope the baby will get his eyes.” The woman admitted with a blush.

Y/N opened her mouth to correct her and tell her that Tommy wasn’t the father, but she closed it instead, remembering the advise her grandmother shared with her; don’t explain your situation to people you don’t know, let them believe their assumptions even if it’s incorrect. It will save you of uncomfortable explanations.

So Y/N gave the sales woman an awkward smile and followed her to the back of the store, this moment would arrive sooner or later and she was already here.

“We can make any piece you want in a variety of colors, there’s a trunk in the corner that goes well with this dresser…”

“Let me bring the fabric catalog for the carpets.” Added another woman, they obviously wanted to make a juicy sale.

Y/N felt like she was walking on a cloud, the smile on her face couldn’t get bigger. And now, she was the one swooning over the furniture, her imagination taking her to unknown places with images of her rocking her baby to sleep, or taking a look through the canopy at a small bundle of joy.

An excited gasp escaped her lips when she landed her eyes on a crib mobile. Her heart did this flip inside her chest and she could hardly hide her emotions.

“Should we add it?” The expert eye of the sales woman noticed her excitement. “Your baby will be fascinated and spend hours staring at it.”

The mobile had a handmade star and a sheep, a fluffy cloud and a small sun. It was adorable, she couldn’t wait for her baby to be born to use everything.

Y/N was allowed to sit on the rocking chairs to see which one felt more comfortable and the women showed her a few combinations to create a whole set of dresser, a small wardrobe, a bedside table and also the different colors they had to offer. The more she looked, the more confused she felt because everything was beautiful! She had never had the chance to purchase furniture, since her house was filled with her grandma’s possessions.

A fond memory of her grandmother knitting a blanket for one of her sisters filled her mind, her parents didn’t have enough money to buy fancy furniture, so they used a basket as a crib, she was just a girl but she remembered it clearly.

Both women shared endless recommendations for her baby arrival, and Y/N felt extremely grateful and was willing to take every little thing that could be helpful.

As she flicked another page of the catalog, she wondered how long would it take Tommy to pick her up, then her thoughts wandered towards her sister Lee-Anne, the last time she saw her, it was the day her father hit her. They couldn’t meet because their parents where so strict now, after what happened, they were trying to move under the radar according to her grandmother. There were so many things she wanted to tell Lee-Anne, firstly assure her that she was alright, she didn’t need to worry, then when the time is right, she would explain everything to her, so the younger girl wouldn’t make the same mistake as her.

Not that she thought her baby was a mistake, no. Those are two separate things. But the circumstances it’s what was wrong, she was aware that not all women had a Tommy Shelby around the corner to selflessly take care of everything.

If only she knew then, she’d do it differently.

“Y/N?” A gentle voice called for her, something squeezed her arm slightly.

Her eyes fluttered open and Y/N looked around confused.

“You fell asleep.” Tommy pointed out.

“It happens all the time.” The sales woman gave her a small glance. “We didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Goodness.” Y/N felt embarrassed and mortified, she felt tired.

“So, I think you found the perfect rocking chair then.” Tommy raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“We’ll have everything delivered in a couple of weeks.” Her smile couldn’t get bigger.

Thanking them, Tommy and Y/N stepped outside the boutique, she wanted to stretch her legs so bad.

“How did your meeting go?”

“Boring.”

He always had just a few words to say. But his eyes, said everything that was crossing his mind.

“Did you get to drink vodka and do the Russian dance?” Y/N teased.

Tommy scoffed at her sense of humor.

“He’s a liar, a buffer. He’s just a filthy lucky bastard with the right connections.”

He sighed loudly, but at least Tommy was sharing something with her. In that case it would be so easy for him to make that man show his true colors.

As he started the engine, Y/N started telling him of all the adorable things they showed her at the store, noticing the way her eyes were glowing. And he obviously preferred that kind of news instead of the one Polly was about to share.

“I’ll wait here by the fireplace.” Y/N announced, not wanting to get in the middle of the argument.

Sitting in one of the couches, she leaned her head back, rolling her feet meanwhile a few steps away, the Shelby family were discussing over whatever John had made.

“If you apologize once, you do it again and again…” Y/N heard Tommy say as she was drifting away to sleep. But she was far too gone and tired.

Feeling drained after all the things he got busy with, Tommy couldn’t wait to be home.

“You can stay over so you don’t have to drive back.” He proposed to his brother Finn, who would be driving.

But as Tommy stepped into the entry, he stopped abruptly when his eyes landed on Y/N. She was peacefully sleeping on the couch, the flames of the fireplace casting shadows over her features while one of her hands rested under her belly.

He didn’t have the heart to wake her up.

“Bring the car around.” He whispered Finn, trying to concede Y/N a few more minutes before starting the road back home.

Taking off his coat, he slid it over her frame to cover her from the cold. Tommy tried to call her in a low voice, but she only adjusted her shoulder as answer. Y/N should probably take things easier, but she was adamant to finish the charity project, she was pouring every fiber of her soul into it and wanted to make sure every single detail was perfect.

“Y/N… let’s go.” Tommy tried again softly.

Fluttering her eyes, she slowly opened them squinting in confusion by feeling Tommy touching her shoulder.

“C’mon let me help you.”

“Hmm.” She hummed barely cooperating.

She was beyond sleepy by the time they reached the car, settled taking the back seat by herself, she heard the Shelby brothers talking something about an Italian pub and a fight that would eventually happen. Tommy mentioned something about their fragile ego and sending flowers to a hospital, but Y/N couldn’t be sure because maybe it was part of her dream.

She moved across the room, smashing the fresh berries for the pie she was baking, the lovely smell feeling the small kitchen, it was a sunny day and she could hear the birds chirping, when suddenly a baby cry came to her attention. Y/N rushed then to get pick up her baby who was demanding her presence.

“It’s just fine, are you hungry?” She cooed to settle the lovely bundle wrapped in a blanket.

“How’s my ray of sunshine?” Asked her grandmother from behind, reaching over to caress the baby’s face.

“Woke up hungry.”

“You feed the baby while I finish the pie.”

When the car took a turn Y/N’s bumped something, she woke up disoriented.

“Finally I was tired of you snoring.” Tommy teased taking at look over his shoulder.

“Oh my God I don’t snore!”

“Loud and clear.” Tommy assured her. “Like a truck driver.”

Y/N gave Tommy a surprised and embarrassed look, awkwardly she tried to fix her hair since it was out of place.

Finn rushed upstairs while Mary greeted them by the door.

“Something important came up?” Tommy asked the maid.

“Just a few letters.” She gave him a nod.

“Oh, and maybe a couple of responses to the charity invitation.” Y/N wondered out loud.

“All correspondence arrived under Mr. Shelby’s name.” The maid explained, making a bit obvious that she wasn’t very fond of Y/N.

Y/N looked between Tommy and Mary, waiting.

“Go on, go check the mail.” He told her softly.

“Mr. Shelby.” Mary tried to get his attention. “The mailman thinks Miss Y/LN is Mrs. Shelby, he asked me if Mrs. Shelby had anymore invites to send off.” The maid voiced with concern.

Tommy noticed the offended tone in her voice.

“Let him think whatever he wants, Mary.” Tommy shuddered, not thinking it was important. “As long as he takes the mail.”

“But…” she tried again, then closed her mouth when Tommy gave her the look.

“That’s all, thank you Mary.” Tommy dismissed her just as Y/N entered the reading room skipping happily.

“Guess!”

Sitting, Tommy groaned. “Guess what?”

“He said yes!” Y/N explained excitedly.

“Who?” He chuckled at her happiness.

“He leader of the Birmingham City Council is going to attend the dinner.” Y/N showed him the letter back. “Everyone has said yes.”

Tommy dragged his eyes from the piece of paper, towards Y/N.

“Ah.” Suddenly she got the energy of a kid, it was the nap during the car ride did wonders to her.

“I keep changing the menu, do you think we should offer something else?” Y/N kept explaining how she needed to send a Thank you note back to the people who had confirmed their attendance.

The charity was clearly an excellent job for her. Keeping her busy with something good whilst helping people in need and he was glad to have someone he could trust to take care of that.

“You need to remember to take this slowly, write off those notes tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.” He suggested.

“But Tommy, these things can’t wait, it takes days for the letters to be delivered and-”

“Very well then, why don’t you use the typewriter I gave you.” He cleared his throat and took a sip of his drink.

“Tom!” She chuckled. “You don’t write letters of a social occasion on a typewriter.” Y/N explained him with a smile.

“Oh, forgive me.” He raised his eyebrows.

She then went on to show him another paper. “I’ve the drawings of what they plan to do with the grounds of the institute. There’ll be an area for the children to play. Look.” He hummed in response. “And the Birmingham Charity Commission have agreed to set aside their three rotten floorboards upstairs and grant us the license within a month.”

She finally took a deep breath after managing to explain him all in record time. There was a soft smile playing on his lips and she found tenderness in his eyes.

“You’re not listening to me.” Y/N sentenced.

Tommy leaned forwards. “Yes I am. I am.”

“You think I’m becoming obsessed?” Y/N stopped abruptly.

A chuckle escaped Tommy’s lips. “No, as a matter of fact, I love the passion you’ve put into this project.”

“This wouldn’t be possible without you.” Y/N expressed honestly.

Tommy gave Y/N a long look, studying her features, until he finally spoke.

“I’ve something for you.” Y/N frowned confused. “I know you’ll say it’s a bit too much, but still.”

“What did you get?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“Close your eyes.” Tommy encouraged.

“Tom.”

He fixed his eyes on her, not taking a no for as answer. So she gave in, turned around and closed her eyes.

Leaning back, Tommy got something out of his pocket, holding the chain between both hands, he presented Y/N the present.

Y/N felt lost for words when she saw the necklace. “What’s this?”

“A sapphire.” He explained calmly.

The cold stone sent a shiver down her spine when it made contact with her skin. It felt heavy and strange to have a stone that bug hanging from her neck.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“A simple thank you could work.” He winked. “And before you even start, you can either wear it or keep it in the box it’s your choice.”

Y/N was still trying to process the overpriced present, never in a million years she imagined to own something like that piece of expensive jewelry.

“This is insane, but thank you.” She chuckled nervously. “Where am I even supposed to wear something like this? The charity event?”

“You can wear it to church if you want, it’s yours Y/N.”

“Goodness.” She looked down at her chest and touched the cold gemstone. “You really look for any excuse to show off your wealth, damned bastard.”

Tommy laughed loudly. “You got me.”

“I wanted to ask you to be my baby’s godfather… but you’re going to spoil the poor child.”

“Oh I think I earned that right, so you better keep considering me.”

She slapped his arm playfully, earning another laugh from him. Tommy pulled her by the arm but the sharp move caught her off guard and made her loose her balance, landing on his chest. His arms came around her waist instantly in a protective motion, and their laughs subsided as soon as they realized how close they were to each other’s faces.

Something they both didn’t know how to name ignited in that moment, suddenly her warm hands felt like burning through the layers of his clothes, his deep blue sparkled in a way she had never seen before.

Struggling to form a coherent thought, Y/N used his chest to support her arms and move back. Tommy cleared his throat just as he was trying to clear his mind.

“Sorry… I stumbled.” She tried to smooth her clothes.

“Yeah.” He noticed the blush on her cheeks.

“Better go to get s-some rest.” The words rushed out of her lips. “Have a good night.”

“Good night, Y/N.” He replied more to himself, watching her leave the room.

Taking the remains of his drink in a swing, Tommy thought how close they were of crossing a line that would change everything.

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 7: The Lost Boys x Reader (Poly) (Apple Cider)

And with that the first week of Fictober is over with! I hope you've all enjoyed the first 7 fics of this wonderful month and I hope you all stick around to enjoy the rest <3

Notes: Minors DNI, This one still isn't smut but do stay tuned for later in Fictober (wink wink). No pronouns or descriptions of reader used. This is a poly relationship fic so if you aren't into it this isn't the fic for you. (Not my gif but i loved it too much not to use) I used a lot of creative liberties in this so if it doesn't seem 100 percent canon that's why.

Fic specific notes: Star doesn't exist in this neither does Laddie.

Rays of the light from the moon were peaking through the clouds as the coolness of the nighttime descended on Santa Clara. You had been awake for a couple hours and knew once the night came the boys would be ready to proceed with what you had promised them a year ago on the dot.

A year ago to the day was when David first brought it up.

"Become one of us" He rasped at you one night after a night out at the boardwalk.

At first you hadn't thought you heard him correctly, One of them? There was no way he meant a vampire? could he? Marko butted in before you could ask him.

"Yeah c'mon babe, You've been with us almost two years now we want you to be with us forever" You glanced at Paul and Dwayne and they both smirked and nodded.

You told the four that night that you wanted nothing more then to be one of them and be with them forever, but you needed time to process what that would mean for you. You promised them if they waited a full year you would drink the blood and become theirs forever. The past year had flown by and in reality felt like you had only had a week to process.

One by one you could hear the boys wake deeper into the cave and one by one in that order they emerged into the main room where you rested behind the sheer curtains that surrounded the bed.

Marko, Dwayne and Paul as usual entered first but as on any other day they stalled back waiting for David. David entered the main room a few minutes later fully dressed in his normal gloves and trench coat and approached your bed slowly and casually. He used a gloved hand to pull one of the curtains away from the bed and leaned over you with his other hand at the side of your face on the bed.

"Darling, I think you know what time it is" You opened your eyes to look up at one of the men you had promised yourself too a year ago but had been with for 3.

"Doesn't max have to be here?" you asked, you knew the answer was no but you still wanted to stall for as long as possible. David fixed you with an unamused look.

"Of course not doll, But you knew the answer to that, C'mon let's get you up and ready we have all night but we'd like to go to the boardwalk at some point" David said grabbing your hand and helping you sit up.

You noticed the other 3 had disappeared off somewhere probably to get a few things in order for you after you drink the blood. You placed your feet on the side of the bed and stood up pulling the shawl you were sleeping in tighter around you as the chill of Santa Clara night hit you like a truck.

"You're nervous" David stated, You turned to look at him and he chuckled a bit.

"The nerves are rolling off you like waves" He continued "Though I'm not sure why, You aren't second guessing this are you?" He asked you incredulously, You swiftly shook your head.

"Of course not David, that isn't it at all" He still stood next to the bed staring at you, you sighed.

"It's just, I don't know. What if the blood doesn't take or something, what if it goes wrong and makes me sick or something. I want to be with you guys forever but I'm so scared David" His face soften and he brought a gloved hand to your chin to bring your eyes to his.

"My love Max explained to you the worst things that can happen, Even if the blood doesn't take at first me and the boys are prepared for any situation. Even if something goes wrong we aren't going to let you get hurt, you just have to trust us darling" You sniffled with unshed tears in your eyes. David had a soft side but it was rare that he showed it.

Dwayne entered the room and fixed you with a worried look before turning to David.

"Everything is ready if you are David, Is everything ok?" Dwayne asked. You nodded and smiled at him.

"I'm fine hun. Just got a little nervous" You said wrapping your arms around Dwayne's middle, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Well I guess that settles it then Dwayne, tell Marko and Paul that we're ready" Paul turned to leave and you grabbed his hand into yours and followed, David coming behind the two of you into the section of the cave where David's makeshift throne sat.

Marko and Paul had matching grins upon seeing you and you knew they were just as excited and anxious as Dwayne and David were even if Dwayne and David were better at their poker faces then the younger two vampires.

David stepped away from the group to walk up to the throne and grab the bottle that held the blood. Marko and Paul came up and wrapped their arms around you seemingly keeping you in place in case. Marko leaned over to your ear while David got the blood ready.

"Once you start drinking don't stop until David tells you, you might faint or pass out but me and Paul got you. If you do you'll wake up in an hour or two and we'll all take care of you till your fully turned" You nodded at him and gave him a small smile to try and show you weren't nervous.

David stepped forward and held out the encrusted wine bottle to you.

"Here Darling, Let's get this show on the road" He uncorked the bottle and handed it to you.

"Like Marko said, Don't stop drinking until I tell you too ok?" You nodded bringing the bottle up to your lips and with a final nod from David you took mouth full of the blood.

The metallic taste was sharp as the cold liquid made it's way over your tongue and down your throat as you swallowed the first mouth full of blood. Without any indication from David you took another drink followed by another. After the fourth mouth full you were feeling lightheaded.

"That's good enough" David said gripping the bottle and gently taking it from your hand. You let him take the bottle as you stumbled lightly. Your head was swimming in a way you had never experienced before, your vision was blurry.

Marko and Paul tried their best to steady you as you stumbled back and forth between the two of them like a ping pong ball.

"Get to the bed Marko" You heard David command before your world went black.

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Two hours and some change later you awoke again. You were having the most weirdest vivid dreams before you woke up in a cold sweat sitting straight up in bed.

You immediately noticed all four of your boys sitting in chairs placed in different areas around your bed. You gather the blankets around yourself to try and fight off both the cold night and the shivers in your own body as your boys start to gather around you.

Paul reached you first and moved the hair from your eyes to place a hand on your forehead before looking to David.

"No fever" He said, David nodded.

"Good, I want us to check every hour or so to make sure" He said to all the boys. Dwayne leaned down and put his hands on your cheeks.

"How are you feeling?" He asked

"I'm ok, Just really cold and my stomach feels gross" You said, Dwayne nodded.

"That's normal angel, You're gonna have to deal with it till it breaks unfortunately" You nodded but inwardly groaned.

"By tomorrow night your probably going to feel some pain in your jaw area accompanied by more cold sweats and possible stomach aches, that's how you know it's time for you to feed" David stated, you looked up at him.

"We don't want you out there hunting yet till your better and we can teach you, so you'll stay here tomorrow night while we bring you food" Marko said from beside him.

"A fledgling" Dwayne said.

"A what?" He laughed at your confusion.

"That's what you are dear, A baby bat"

"Our little baby bat!' Paul exclaimed laughing out loud, you joined him.

Once you were able to conquer the mountain of fear and nerves the other side was much easier to deal with. Sure it didn't feel the greatest but if it meant spending eternity with your boys then it was a sacrifice you were willing to take ever since they had found you all those years ago they had shown you nothing but a level of love and protection you had never experienced before and you wouldn't know what to do if you didn't have that anymore.

You stretched your arms above your head and craned your back into a stretch while yawning.

"When do I get to learn how to fly?" You asked them at once, they all laughed before David answered.

"All in due time my love, All in due time"

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The Doctor is In!

Grayson Waller x F! Reader; Austin Theory x F! Reader; Logan Paul x F! Reader

Summary: The boys can’t help but act like they’re hurt so they can see the team medic.

Notes: this ended up longer than I expected lol my bad

Michin was hanging out backstage with you, chatting about the club you were hoping to go to in the next city. You were the main medical professional of Smackdown. Whenever a superstar felt a little out of it, they would go to you.

One of the women you were closest with was Michin. You two always tried to hang out after shows or even just during travel. She also noticed a few boys that couldn’t keep their eyes off of you.

“Medic! Hey!” Logan Paul limped towards you, calling out. He hovered a hand over his knee.

You guided him to a nearby chair so he could rest his knee. “What happened?”

“After my win, my knee just started hurting. Makes it kinda hard to walk.” He dryly laughed. You ignored his boasting. He always tries to tell you about his victories when he sees you.

And yet somehow, he always ends up ‘injured’. “Did you land on it weird at all?”

“Uh… no.”

“Hm. That’s odd. Normally knees don’t just start hurting to the point where you can’t walk on it. Unless it’s something really bad…”

Logan gulped. “Like… what do you mean really bad?”

“It could be a multitude of things. But since you often come to me with knee problems, I’m think it might be bursitis.”

Logan looked at his knee that he held in both hands. Then to you, who looked awfully concerned. Then back to his knee. “What’s the cure for bur–bursitis?”

“I hate to tell you this, Logan.” You sighed. “Sometimes the only known cure to this is amputation. And with how common it is for you, I think it’s past the point of a standard household cures.”

Logan quickly stood up. “Wow, look at that! I’m no longer feeling a ton of pain!” He laughed and kicked his ‘hurt’ leg out. “You’re so great at your job, you know that?”

You smiled and waved him off. Michin watched with her arms crossed. She found the boys hilarious.

“I should really get going, I think I had a backstage interview scheduled soon. Thanks so much for fixing me up, though!” Logan quickly skittered off.

Michin chucked at the sight of the man running off with his tail between his legs. “What a joke.”

“Awe, play nice, Michin. Some people just want to see their favorite medic.”

—

The following week, it was Austin Theory who came to you, complaining about his back. With his ring gear, it was much easier to see his back than it was to see Logan’s knee.

“Hold still, let me check it out.” You said. Austin stood in the makeshift medical room, allowing you to inspect his back.

“Tell me if anything hurts.” You pressed on the muscles of his back, feeling for any abnormalities.

Austin was relaxed under your touch. He always felt calm in your presence. “I heard Logan stopped by.”

“Last week, yeah. Said his knee was hurting again.”

“You are aware he’s faking it, right?” Austin asked.

“Well aware. Told him last time that we might need to amputate his leg.” Austin laughed with you. He wished he could’ve seen the social media star’s face at that moment.

You finished inspecting Austin, and decided nothing horrible was wrong with him. “I think you just took a rough bump. You might have a bit of a bruise, but nothing extreme. You want some painkillers?”

He nodded and you grabbed a bottle from your bag. You shook the bottle over his hand to let a few pills fall. “If you’re still in pain by next Tuesday, let me know.”

“You got it, doc.” He smiled and left the medical room.

—

Michin met you later that night, asking you about how your work was going and asking if you’d watch her match tonight. “So long as no one comes to me with a traumatic injury, of course I’ll be watching!”

Michin smiled. “Glad you can see me kick ass!” You two laughed together.

Grayson Waller came walking into the medical room. He held his bicep as if it hurt. “Hey, (Y/N). Mind checking me out?”

You sighed and shared a look with Michin. Grayson, just like Logan, always came to you with a fake injury. “I’m gonna go get ready for my match. I’ll see you later, boo.” Michin said.

“See ya, Mi!” You waved to her as she left. Turning to Grayson, you notice he didn’t have his hand on his arm anymore. “What seems to be the issue, Waller?”

Grayson hopped up on the examination table. “What happened to calling me ‘Gray’?” He frowned. “I liked that.”

“Oh, y’know. Just trying to be professional with my patient.” You walked up to stand next to the arm you assumed was hurting. “Now what hurts?”

Grayson pointed at his left bicep. “This.”

“Where at on ‘this’?”

“No need to know the specifics, doc. I already know the remedy.” He grinned.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that.”

“You could kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not kissing your bicep, Gray.”

He threw his head back and groaned. “Why not! What if I said it was my lips that hurt, then would you?”

“No.”

“Cheek?”

“No.”

“Forehead?”

“No. I’d think you’d have a concussion, though.”

Grayson pouted. “Does your arm actually hurt or did you just come to flirt with me?”

“It doesn’t actually hurt…”

You pat his should in reassurance. “Gray, it’s ok to talk to me without faking an injury. You can just find me backstage or text me.”

“But you’re always busy!”

There was a knock on the door to medical. You called for the guest to come in. Kevin Owens opened the door. As he walked in, he noticed Grayson sitting on the examination table.

Kevin groaned and turned around, about to walk away. “Kevin, you’re fine to come in. Grayson was just on his way out, weren’t you, Gray?”

“What, no I–” you gently pushed on his back to urge him off the table. Grayson forced himself off the table and sluggishly walked towards the door. He gave you one last pouty look before leaving.

Kevin glared at Grayson as he left. “I just needed something for a headache, but it looks like you already got rid of the cause.”

—

“You got to be careful with those sells, Austin.” You were massaging the back of Austin’s neck. He came to you saying it was sore. “If you hold a position on your neck like that for too long, it could do some serious damage.”

He leaned into your touch. “Yeah, but at least I can come see you.” He smirked.

“You want to be able to turn your neck, don’t you?” His smirk fell.

The door to medical opened abruptly. “Medic! I think I broke my–what are you doing?” Logan Paul stood in the doorway, stunned by what he walked in on.

“What’s wrong?” You asked Logan. You stopped your work on Austin’s neck.

“Why were you touching him like that?” Logan pointed at Austin as he stared at you.

You walked over to Logan. “Don’t worry about that, what do you think you broke?”

“I didn’t break anything, but I’m about to break his face!” Logan held his finger up, indicating he wanted a fight with Austin.

Austin stood up for defense. “Woah, boys! Hold on!” You quickly got between them and held your arms out, trying to make distance between them.

“Logan, relax. Austin, sit down please.” You tried to mediate the situation as the boys argued with each other. Both towering over you, so you could do little to stop them if they did decide to fight.

Once again, the door to medical flung open. Grayson came stumbling in to the situation, not an idea what’s going on. He looked at each of the boys, who ignored his appearance and continued to argue, before looking at you in the middle.

“What’s going on?” He asked. His concern evident.

You ran out from between the boys and stood next to Grayson. Luckily, neither of them advanced towards one another.

“I was massaging Austin’s neck because it was sore and he wanted help, then Logan came in saying he thinks he broke something but he took this out of proportion and now they look like they’re going to take each other’s heads off and I’m not experienced in sewing bodies back together, please do something!”

Grayson tried to keep up with what you were saying due to the speed that you got everything out in.

Grayson stepped up near the boys, putting a hand of each of their shoulder’s. “Listen, boys. We can all get a massage from (Y/N) as long as we don’t argue.”

“Grayson, that’s not what I meant by fixing it!”

Logan looked between everyone. “Are you kidding me? This is the woman I’ve been trying to court for so long and you just think you can walk in here and act like she’s yours?”

“And she’s yours?” Austin reacted offended. “I was here first, if anyone is taking her out it’s me!”

“Mates, I respect you and all, but clearly I’m her favorite.” Grayson said to the boys. “Isn’t that right, (Y/N).”

All three boys turned to look at you but recoiled when you looked furious. “All of you disappoint me. I am not an object, so don’t talk about me like I am one!”

You stormed towards the door. “None of you will be getting any date from me, and if you have any medical issues, find someone else!”

The door slammed behind you.

—

The strong arms of Michin wrapped around you as you cried into her shoulder. She rubbed your back soothingly, not minding the tears that wet her shirt.

“And to think I felt somewhat attracted to any of them!” Your voice was raspy and you ranted. “Then they just go around, thinking I’m some sort of object! I had no problem with the flirting and the faking injuries and all, but…”

“Shh.” Michin shushed you. “Just breathe, boo. Don’t even think about them.”

You took in deep breaths. “It’s so hard not to when I stared to fall for them.”

Tiffany Stratton came in with a hand full of snacks. “I got your favorites, babe! Come eat instead of crying over boys!”

You smiled and let Michin guide you to the futon of the hotel room. Tiffany set up a drink for you and dumped a bunch of chips on a paper plate.

Both girls sat on either side of you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You three snacked on chips and talked about everything but boys. These two girls were your life line, and you couldn’t help but love them for all they do for you.

—

Sitting in medical, you decided to organize your bag of supplies as the current match played in the background. It was the week after you snapped at the boys. Tiffany and Michin ensured you were well taken care of on the travel to the next stadium. Keeping you company with food, movies, date nights and parties.

Your counting of supplies was interrupted by a knock on the door. You zipped up your bag and called for the guest outside the door to come in.

Turning around on your stool, you frowned at the face that came through the door. Logan shifted into the room. He held a bouquet of flowers and a small teddy bear.

“Hey…” Logan started. “I wanted to come see you and apologize. For last week.”

“Apology not accepted, please leave.” You turned back around to the desk located in the medical room.

“Wait, I didn’t even get to say my speech–”

“Are you hurt?”

“No…”

“Then leave. I’m not happy with you right now.”

Logan sighed and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. “Yeah, I know that. That’s why I got you these and rehearsed an entire speech to say sorry.”

Logan walked up next to the table. He set the flowers down and put the teddy bear in front of you. “Can you please hear me out? Just for a minute?”

“You have exactly 60 seconds. Don’t waste your time.” You looked at your watch.

“Ok! I know what I, and the other guys, said was unacceptable. I shouldn’t have snapped at you, or at Austin. And I’m sorry for doing that.” Logan took a seat during his talk. “I’m really sorry for making you feel like you weren’t even a person, (Y/N). I really am.”

You continued to stare at your watch. Logan took that as an indicator he still had time. “Ever since I joined WWE, I’ve been basically just entranced by you. You’re incredible and if you’d let me, I’d love to take you out on a date sometime.”

You put your hand down on the table. The teddy bear a mere few inches from your fingers. You still did not look at Logan.

“I’ll accept your apology for now. But that doesn’t mean you can take me out. Just because you apologized, doesn’t mean I fully forgive you.”

Logan held a big smile when you looked at him next. “That’s totally understandable. Thank you for hearing me out, (Y/N).”

Logan stood up and made his way to the door. Before leaving, he stopped and had one last question for you. “This means I can come see you about injuries, right?”

You dramatically sighed. “I suppose.”

Logan fist bumped the air, then left the room and gently shut the door behind him. You laughed. While he did upset you quite a bit, he at least tried to make it up to you.

—

The night trailed on. No one came to you for an injuries and it gave you plenty of time to think. The teddy bear and bouquet still sat at the table, a constant reminder of Logan’s advances.

It wasn’t until the end of the night, after the show was wrapping up, did someone come see you. Grayson gently opened the door with a to go container from catering.

You tried to ignore his presence but he came up to the table you still sat at. “I brought you some stuff from catering.” He said as he placed the box in front of you. He pulled some packaged plastic silverware from his sweatshirt pocket and put it on top of the box. “Figured you haven’t eaten yet.”

You sighed. “Is this your way of apologizing?”

“…maybe.” He clasped his hands in front of himself awkwardly. “I’m not the best at saying sorry, but I am.”

Your silence gave him permission to continue. “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time. You’re one of the most amazing people I know and I don’t like you being mad at me.”

“If you don’t like me being mad, then why did you make me mad?” Grayson couldn’t come up with an answer. “You put all the spotlight on me during your stupid argument with those two. Do you not understand how uncomfortable that was?”

“It was stupid of me, I know. And I’m really sorry.” Grayson’s tone made it sound like even he was upset with himself. “I completely get it if you don’t forgive me, but I want you to know that I am really sorry.”

You finally looked at him. His eyes showing remorse for what he did, a frown upon his lips. “I’m not going to say I forgive you just yet. But I do appreciate the apology.”

Grayson smiled. “That’s ok, I get if you want more time to think about it and stuff. I’ll still be around.”

“I’ll come find you when I’m ready to forgive you.” Grayson’s mood was now uplifted.

“I never got you a drink!” He finally realized. “I’ll go grab you one.”

Grayson made his way towards the door and as he backed out to the backstage area, he said one last thing to you. “By the way, (Y/N), I’ll always wait for you.”

—

It wasn’t until the following week that Austin apologized to you. He waited until after the show, late into the night. He knocked on your hotel room door right as you were about to crawl into bed.

You were upset that someone had come to interrupt your night, and it didn’t make it any better when you opened the door and saw Austin. “What do you want?” You rather grumpily asked.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

You rolled your eyes. “Are you trying to apologize?” He nodded.

Sighing, you opened the door wider, motioning him to come in. “Fine, but make it quick, please. I was about to go to bed.”

“I will, don’t worry.” He smiled. He made his way into the hotel room, taking a seat on the chair located across the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed in your pajamas.

“I’m really sorry for what I said. I shouldn’t have said it, and I really didn’t mean it.” His words came out fast. It was almost hard for you to follow. “I know you are not an object and I’m so sorry for making you think you were.”

You stared at Austin, still a little disgruntled. “Why did you wait so long?”

“I wanted to give you time and space. I figured you probably wouldn’t want to see me for a while.” He played with his thumbs as he sat there, under your harsh gaze. “I also knew that Logan and Grayson went to see you last Friday night. Didn’t want to make you listen to all of us the same night.”

You fell back on the bed. “Austin. You were the only one of you three to come see me about a legitimate concern. I expected you of all people to handle that situation maturely.”

Austin shifted in his seat. Staring at the ground never felt so comforting.

“And yet you try to start a fight with Logan.”

“He started it–”

“You’re not helping your case.” You sat back up to face Austin. He looked up to meet your gaze.

“Sorry. I’m just really sorry about this whole thing.” Austin apologized. “You mean the world to me and I really hope you can come to accept me again.”

“Just like I told the other two…” you started. “I accept your apology, but I will not forgive you yet.”

He nodded in understanding.

“You three really upset me with your words and actions. But I am happy you all came to properly apologize to me.”

Austin gave you a faint, soft smile. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes for you to forgive me, I just hope you do.”

“Trust me, Austin. You’ll know if I don’t.” You stood up, making your way to the head of the bed. “Now get out of here so I can go to bed.”

Austin quickly got up from the chair and trotted to the door. “Yes, ma’am!”

—

It was the night before Smackdown. You were getting ready to go out with the girls for some fun in the city. Your phone dinged from a text.

Logan 6:50pm

Hey (Y/N)! What are you up to tonight?

You smiled. Ever since Logan has apologized to you, he’s done a lot better. He only comes to you to talk (flirt) or when he is seriously feeling rough after a match.

(Y/N) 6:51pm

About to head out with the girls. What’s up?

Logan 6:51pm

Just wondering if you would be down to go out Saturday night. Just you and me.

You have been seriously contemplating your relationship with the three boys lately. Their apologies still rang fresh in your ears. The sincerity from all of them was enough to make you forgive them on the spot. But you didn’t.

(Y/N) 6:53pm

Let me think about that. I’ll have an answer for you tomorrow after the show. That work?

Logan 6:53pm

That’s perfect! See you tomorrow ;)

—

You slipped off your shoes when you got back to the hotel room. It was just after midnight when you got back. You were exhausted and about to go to sleep in your clothes.

You finally turned on your phone after ignoring it for a few hours. There were a few notifications.

Austin 8:30pm

Hey, I’ve been thinking about things for a while and I wanted to talk with you. Do you have time to call?

Austin 9:13pm

Gray said you went out with the girls. Give me a call when you can?

Grayson 9:45pm

having fun? i saw michin’s instagram post

Grayson 9:49pm

btw you looked really beautiful

Grayson 9:51pm

you always look beautiful but purple just looks really good on you

Grayson 10:03pm

we should hang out some time? i know a really good restaurant around here

Too exhausted, you turned off your phone and crawled into the new bedding recently placed on the hotel bed. The fresh, clean sheets sending you right to sleep.

—

When you woke up, the sun shone through the sliding balcony door. You forgot to close the blinds before leaving last night. You rolled over to check the time on your phone. The notifications from the night prior still on the Lock Screen.

You rubbed your eyes at the intense brightness of your phone. Unlocking it, you ordenes your text messages.

(Y/N) 10:42am

Sorry, got carried away last night. Did you still want to call?

Austin 10:44am

Yeah. That’d be great. I take it you just woke up?

(Y/N) 10:45am

Yeah lol

Austin 10:45am

Don’t worry about calling me yet then. I’ll let you wake up first :) call me later!

(Y/N) 10:46am

You’ll be hearing from me soon then :)

You took your phone and rolled over to face the window. The sun shone brightly into the room, reminding you that it was morning. You closed out of Austin’s chat and opened up Grayson’s.

You smiled at his text messages. He tended to have a hard time complimenting other people.

(Y/N) 10:51am

Thanks Gray <3

(Y/N) 10:51am

What restaurant are you talking about? I might be interested…

Not waiting for a reply, you set your phone down and went to start the shower.

—

You finished up in the bathroom then made you way back to your phone. You wanted to call Austin, but Grayson’s messages popped up.

Grayson 10:54am

welcome back to the land of the living lol

Grayson 10:55am

the place i know is korean bbq

Grayson 10:55am

but i also know a place that has some really good pizza if youre interested in that

(Y/N) 12:01am

Both sound pretty great! Did you want to go this weekend? We can invite Austin.

Grayson 12:03am

i was hoping it could just be us?

(Y/N) 12:04am

You make it sound like it would be a date……..

Grayson 12:04am

kinda the plan lol

Grayson 12:05am

i been hoping to ask you out for a while now

You took a deep breath. Two boys asked you out for this weekend. And you were sure when you call Austin it would be three.

While you knew these boys flirted with you a lot, you never thought it would get to the point when they would actually ask you out on dates.

You clicked on Austin’s contact and pressed the call icon. The phone rang twice before Austin picked up.

“Hey!” He seemed elated that you called him.

“Hey Austin. Sorry for not calling you sooner. Just had one hell of a night.”

Austin’s laugh met your ears. “No, don’t be sorry. I saw Michin’s posts. You looked like you were having a ton of fun.”

“It was a lot of fun…” you trailed off. “So, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Oh.. uh..” Austin seemed to immediately get nervous. “I wanted to just let you know something.”

“I’ve been holding it in for a while, but after feeling like I almost lost you, I’m ready to officially tell you.”

You stayed silent at his pause. Your silence made Austin feel more nervous, but he swallowed back the fear.

“(Y/N), I’ve been basically in love with you since you first helped me. Since you helped me with my busted knee, I’ve been attached to you.” Austin sputtered out. “And I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I want to just shoot my shot.”

Austin took a deep breath. “Will you go on a date with me, (Y/N)?”

You stared at yourself in the mirror that hung above the dresser in the hotel room. You met your own eyes as you thought about how to answer this question.

“Austin, I-”

“You don’t have to answer now if you don’t want to.” Austin said in an attempt to comfort you. “I can wait however long you need.”

“Yeah, just give me a little bit to think this over.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you tonight, though. Bye, Austin.” You exchanged goodbyes before you hung up. You fell back on the bed.

The phone that was once resting beside you was now at your ear as you made another phone call. This time, to Michin for advice.

[obsessedwithitall]

It's Embarrassing (Eddie Munson x reader) (Part 2)

I woke up this morning with this in my head and have been trying to write it all day.

Everyone is in their 20s, Eddie and reader have been in a secret relationshipish for a few months. Angst.

Part 1 is here

***

“Hey, my car needs looking at please.”

It was you. Eddie was mad he hadn’t recognised your voice before he turned round. If he had, he wouldn't have turned around at all.

He wiped his hands on the towel on his shoulder and sighed to himself. “I'll get one of the guys to look at it.”

“Couldn't you look at it?”

“No.” he snapped quickly.

***

Eddie rapped his knuckles on the top of a car.

“What?” Paul, Eddie’s co-worker, spoke from underneath the car.

“There’s a girl who needs her car looking at.”

“Ok, well look at her car.”

He waited a second, sizing up his options. It was his job to fix cars but he really didn't want to speak to you. He cleared his throat, “Can you do it?”

“Munson, I'm a bit busy right now.” And Eddie knew he had no choice.

***

Eddie reappeared and moved towards your car.

“What's wrong with it?” He was going to look at it after all. Maybe there was a chance you could talk or maybe he just didn't have a choice.

“Erm, I don't know.”

“What? Is it making a weird noise? Does it smell bad?”

“I don't know.”

Eddie popped the hood and rummaged around. You just watched, all words catching in your throat.

“Did you drive here?” he huffed.

“Yeah.”

He stood tall and started walking away from you. Was that it?

“That's gonna be 100 dollars.”

“100 dollars?!” What did he mean 100 dollars?

“Yeah, its a really hard job.”

“What do you mean 100 dollars?” you followed him through the doors of the garage.

“Loads of hours work. Your car is totally fucked.”

You stopped and spluttered, “I think it might only be a spark plug.”

Eddie stopped in his tracks and turned to you, clearly annoyed.

“Yeah, where’s the old one?”

He threw his dirty towel over his shoulder and took a few angry steps towards you. His voice dropped really quiet. “A car doesn’t drive with a spark plug missing, so what did you do with it?”

You take a step back and shook your head feigning ignorance but Eddie reaches forward into the front pocket of your jeans and pulled out what he was looking for. He held the spark plug up to your face.

“You shouldn't have done that.” He checked the spark plug for damage and replaced it, slamming the hood down again.

You ran after him as he walked away. “You’ve been ignoring me.” You blurted out.

“You could’ve hurt yourself.”

“I asked Wayne to tell you to call me but you didn’t.”

“I thought I embarrass you, don’t I?”

“I never said that.”

“And you had a ‘reputation’.”

“I’m sorry. Robin wouldn’t leave me alone about that hickey and I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what we were. I thought...I don't know I just panicked.”

“Well you can panic with somebody else.”

“I’m not embarrassed by you. It wasn't you. I just-“

Eddie just looked at you. Eyes almost tearing up, mirroring yours. Maybe you should just be honest.

“Look, you’re hot and open with me and I don't know what to do or how to tell people and maybe I was a bit uncomfortable with other people thinking about me like that. And we hadn't really gone on any dates or anything and I was maybe a little bit worried that you only wanted to sleep with me. I’m sorry.”

He continued saying nothing.

“I shouldn’t have come. I'm sorry. I’ll pay you for the fixing my car.”

“Don’t.”

“Eddie, I wasted your time, I’ll give you somethi-“

“Go out with me.”

The words, once again, stuck in your throat and wouldn't escape. Did you even hear him right?

“Go on a date with me and we'll call it even.”

You heard him right. “Just one date?” You felt a bit disappointed.

“Well yeah, then hopefully some more after that. If you're not embarrassed by me?”

His arms wrapped around you as you flung yourself at him, your arms wrapping around his neck and your legs bending up behind you.

He put you down and kissed the end of your nose. “Now go away, I’m working. I’ll pick you up later.”

You laughed at his stupid smile and jumped back in your car, to get ready for tonight and to tell your friends. Ready to prove to him how not embarrassed of Eddie Munson you were.

***

Part 1 is here

Any feedback is welcome and encouraged. Thank you so much for reading 💜💜💜

[I only watched the first 7 episodes of season one of Stranger Things so I'm sorry if it feels wrong. I will not be watching anymore]

[sassymax2000]

(KISS BAND) they hit you.

WARINGs:blood,domestic violence,yelling,crying,CRINGE)

A/n: this just preference,just for entertainment, this is never OK in real life. Never let anyone hit you, or manipulate you.

PS: SORRY I DIDNT ADD PETER CAUSE I DONT KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT HIS PERSONALITY TODETERMINE HIS REACTION! SO SO SO SORRY! (OR VINNIE)

Eric Carr:

He had a bad,bad,bad day. Tbh Paul was being a little bossy fucker,gene was not doing ANYTHING, and ace was being WAYY TO cocky

he had a shity day, and he was tired. His plan was to just go to bed,and not be bothered,but ofc you were an AMAZING S/O! So like any good S/O, you tried to make it better. He was not having it. “Y/n, please,baby. I’m tired,and I don’t feel like cuddling today,so could you please just let me rest?” You frowned, “Eric, please..” “IM TIRED, STOP.” You were rightfully token aback, he never really raised his voice. But you knew he needed help. “Baby,I know you had a b-“ SLAP! echoing across the room, you were able to get up, still in shock.and tbh you were UPSETTT. “Y/n! Oh my god! Baby I’m so so-“ before he could finish,you threw the necklace he gave you straight at his face,as you stormed out. “B-b-b-baby!? WAIT! NO NO NO NO DONT DO THIS,PLEASE DONT! IM SORRY,IM SORRY” he cried out,but you were done.

Ace Frehley:

He was pissed! He saw you with a guy that was ‘flirting’ with you, but the man was just asking how your day went. Now ace would usually be reasonable,but today he wasn’t having it. “He was 6 inches away from your face! He was gonna kiss ‘ya!! And I know you would have kissed him back! Probably been out with him before!”

He yelled. You were fuming! He was really accusing you of cheating! You had it. “Would you just stop!?! I can talk to men if I want! You act like I’m a hoe! I’m not,I love you,only you.” You tried fixing it,but he just wanted to argue today. “ Heard that one before.” He said, sarcastically, you were done hiding it,you spit it out. “STOP BEIGN DO FUCKING INSECURE!? WAHT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? HE WAS JUST ASKING HOW MY-“ suddenly felt his hand grip your face,roughly. “You listen here. I know what I saw!” He pushed you, purposely aiming so you could hit your head on the counter, you blacked out for a few minutes,but when you woke up,you saw your boyfriend sitting on the floor crying,and blood,blood covered where your head was laying. He looked up at you, “sweetie,p-p-please, I’m sorry,I’m so so so so so sorry. Don’t leave me,please-“ you just got up and left,you left.

Paul Stanley:

He was out of it today,his week was pretty shity,he was tired,he was developing a cold, and he just didn’t want to be talked to today, but you,his s/o tried to make it better.

You walked into the room,where you found stressed,angry,Paul.” Sweetheart,what is it?” he said, in an annoyed tone. “just wanted to know if you wanted to cuddle 🥰” you said,hugging him from behind. “Babes,not today OK I’m tired and I’m stressed.” He pushed you off. “Paulie…please! I know you’re tired and we could take a nap together,if you want.” You said,grabbing his hand. His quickly pushing it away.”I said no! Go away! Goddamn it!” He said in a very aggressive tone. “BABYYYYYYYYYY-“ You suddenly felt sharp pain in your left cheek. He had slapped you. “N-n-never mind,I-I’ll go.” You said grabbing your keys,and running out. He came after you. Shouting: “BABY,SWEETHEART! WAIT! IM SORRY,HEY COME BACK. IM SORRY,COME BACK! PLEASE? WE CAN CUDDLE WE CAN TAKE A NAP! IM SORRY BABY COME BACK!”

Gene Simmons:

He got drunk and you had to pick him up. He gets a little aggressive when he is drunk, you got into an argument while driving him home,about what? Nothing at all. He just felt like picking a fight. ”STOP GENE,YOUR ACTING LIKE A DAMN KID!” You shouted, he was not having That, “oh I’m the one acting like a child? Yo-you’re the one who is always complaining about one thing or another! Your voice is starting to get agitating!”

He yelled, the fight continued you and gene still firing shots, when he had enough , and punched you in the mouth, you yelped in pain.you parked the car in a gas station, as you held your mouth in pain. He looked at you in horror, blood running down your shirt.“Doll,I’m so fucking so-“ “shut up!” You yelled before he could finish. “Babydoll, please! I’m sorry…I-“ “get out of my car.now” he demanded, he did, as you said. And you drove off,the only he was concerned about is he might lose you.

[goatcheesecak3]

Dean Taylor x gn!reader

Don't go

Angst with a dash of fluff

Warnings: brief mention of hostage situation, codependant relationship

A/n haven't written any angst since I was like 13, so apologies if I'm a bit rusty, but let's be real, I can't write for Dean and not include a bit of angst lmao. Hope u enjoy :^)

It was inevitable, you knew falling in love with Dean would get you hurt at some point. But not like this, you never expected it to be this bad. Sure, an abundance of arguments were expected- dean was stubborn and struggled to understand your feelings sometimes, but that was something you were both prepared for, something you could come back from. But nothing could have prepared you for this, and there sure as hell wasn't any coming back from it.

Dean wasn't aware that you'd found out about his plans, he lay with his arm around you, blissfully unaware that you were grappling with the most heartwrenching conflict of your life. While hanging out with Jenna she'd let it slip that Dean had agreed to join in on her and Paul's little scheme. They'd approached you with the proposition a few days before, and you'd swiftly declined. They'd got you all wrong. You were with Dean because you saw good in him, not because you wanted to encourage his antisocial behaviour, like they seemed to.

So there you were, tucked up in bed knowing that this was probably for the last time. This time tomorrow Dean would be off on the woods with his awful friends committing a crime you knew he wasn't smart enough, or rational enough to pull off. A hostage situation, to be exact. Of course, the plan wasn't to hurt anyone, just to get some money out of some rich assholes. But let's face it, someone somewhere along the line was going to get hurt, and someone was going to go down for it.

You considered telling Dean that you knew everything, try and convince him not to go - you knew Paul had set this whole thing up to leave no trace, Dean could pull out now and it would be like he was never involved in the first place. In a way, that was why you hadn't broached the subject. Right now, at this very moment, it was like schrodinger's cat. Dean could be thought of both innocent and guiltily - you choose to think of the former. Until you pressed him on the matter, until you heard him say the words "I'm going tomorrow" his fate wasn't yet sealed, and you wanted to hold onto that for as long as you could.

You allowed yourself to feel the warmth of Dean's embrace, to watch the way his large hands absent mindedly stroked your arm. God, those hands. The hands that cradled you each night, the hands that made you feel safe and loved when words just couldn't. You couldn't bear to think about what those hands would do tomorrow. This was all getting too much for you, you couldn't hold it in any longer. There was no visible build up, no indication of what was to come, it just happened. You broke into an inconsolable blubber. Shaking, and wailing uncontrollably, barely breathing. You'd sat upright and began to clutch your hair, as though pulling it might somehow pull out the horrifying thoughts that infected your mind like a plague.

Of course, Dean was perplexed and alarmed.

"Y/n what the fuck?" He exclaimed, his voice drenched in panic. He too sat up, grabbing your arms and pulling them away from your head.

You couldn't speak, only cry out in guttural sobs.

Dean's face was contorted in abject horror, he'd never seen a person in so much anguish before- seemingly out of nowhere. Emotions made him uncomfortable at the best of times, but this was something far worse. He looked on helplessly as the person he was in love with expelled sounds of indescribable pain.

"What is it? Please tell me, I-I'll fix whatever it is, please baby" he stumbled over his words in terror.

You mustered up every single bit of strength in your body and manged to form the words "don't go tomorrow"

That was it. You'd said it. It was out. And once it was out, it wouldn't stop coming out. You began to repeat these three words like a mantra, pleading over, and over, and over again, your words only gaining momentum, becoming louder and more fervent.

By this point, your brain had allowed for you to articulate a precious few words more,

"Please don't do this to me" made it's way out of your mouth in the form of a bawl.

Dean had often wondered what it would be like to hold someone's fate in his hands. To have them beg him not to snuff them out, to be in complete control, to be judge, jury and executioner. It had been a fantasy of his for as long as he could remember. For years, the thought of having this power over someone, to watch them plead had been tantalising. But now, completely unintentionally, he was faced with it. He'd planned to experience this feeling for the first time on the job tomorrow, he never expected it to happen on this night, not with some rich kids who'd made his life hell, but with the love of his life. It was becoming rapidly apparent to him that like most fantasies, the reality was nothing like what he'd imagined. Seeing the torment he'd inflicted on another person, through his own self indulgent decisions brought him no joy whatsoever. The exact opposite, in fact. He felt every single inch of your pain washing over him, and it was truly unbearable.

Cupping your face, his nose began to crinkle and his eyes squinted in an effort to hold back tears.

"I won't go" he began, "I won't go, I won't. Not if its going to do this to you. I won't go, do you understand me?" He spoke rapidly, his words in a race with the lump in his throat to try and exit his mouth first. When his words crossed the finish line, the lump caught up and pitiful cry escaped his lips.

He threw his arms around you and pulled you to him, resting his chin on your head and sobbing with you.

You clung onto him for more than life. You buried your face into his chest and tried with all your might to slow your breaths and stifle your cries. The two of you stayed like that until your tears had become nothing more than sniffles.

Dean was the first to speak

"I promise not to go y/n. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever."

You lifted your head to look at him, your tear stained cheeks were red and puffy.

"I love you" You said. Any other words would have been a waste of your short breaths. All you could feel was love. Not the tender, sweet love you typically feel when you think of a relationship, but a desperate, urgent love. A love so intense it could only be provoked by Dean.

"I love you too" he said, with the same sense of urgency. Nothing mattered more than the two of you both saying, hearing and knowing this about eachother right now.

That was the thing about falling in love with Dean, getting hurt at some point was inevitable- for both of you, because neither of you could exist without the other.

Exhausted from such an intense night, the pair of you had collapsed back into the bed. You had curled into a ball in Dean's arms as he lovingly stroked your hair until you fell asleep.

When you awoke the next day, Dean had kept his promise. He was still there, fast asleep, holding onto the only thing that mattered to him anymore: you.

A/n reblogs & replies are much appreciated, since it's pretty hard to find Dean stans :^)))

requests are still open, check my pinned post for details

[helpwhatsthis]

just watched Catherine the Great today and that party scene.

god, can I get a Prince Paul x Fem!Reader where she rips that dress off him in their bedchambers and we’ll just full on smut.

my darling- p.p.

i got way too fucking carried away with this lmao. i hope you like it!

warnings: sub!paul, dom!reader, mommy kink, reference to his pecks as tits like once, slight blood, google translation of russian like twice, very very small mention of death, unprotected p in v (obvi), probably spelling errors, best friends to lovers, pinning as fuck (mutual) let me know if you think i need to add any!

was it really so wrong to be in love with your best friend? well for most people, no; but what about if he was a prince, a ragging asshole, and set to marry a princess in less than three months? yeah, that kinda seems like an issue.

the biggest problem lied within the fact that there wasn't a single royal bone in your whole body. the daughter of one of catherins' most trusted guards, orphaned after his death protecting her from an assassination. no one, not a single soul, had expected her to take in his unruly, boyish, and snarky daughter; let alone treat her as one of her own. all of those things people saw a large flaws in your character had only made her love you more. she felt she had a debt to pay to the man who'd saved her life, and she more than paid it off through you every day.

that's how you'd ended up here, in a black and red dressing suit, watching paul grumble about how his dress made him appear to have notable cleavage. it's endearing really, the way you watch him try to balance the extravagant wig on his head while simultaneously keep his corset pulled up.

"how the hell do you do this every day?" he growls, slapping away the hand of panin, who’s trying to fix his makeup. 

“i try not to, unless it’s necessary.” you hum, trying to bite back your laughter at his expense. “i sit in a room full of men talking about war every day, so there’s not exactly a need for pretty dresses.” you move in front of him, helping him to pull his collar into place. 

“can’t breathe in this damn thing.” he groans, now that the canvas squeezes his ribs. 

“for what it’s worth, you look lovely, your excellency.” you giggle, smoothing down the skirt of the gown to avoid looking in his eyes. he rolls them, letting out an annoyed huff. 

“you know i hate when you call me that.” he leans down to capture your gaze with his, causing your heart to pick up speed. 

“technically, i’m here on business. so i have to.” you whisper, face merely an inch from his. 

“y/n! darling, could you come here for a moment?” catherin shouts. 

“don’t fall apart without me.” you laugh, finger gesturing up and down his outfit. you maneuver your way through the sea of guests, attempting to find where she’d called you from. she snags your wrist and pulls you close. 

“what’s wrong?” you ask, voice hushed. 

“oh, nothing!” she laughs, hand moving to her chest. “just couldn’t stand to watch you make schoolgirl eyes at one another anymore.” you look away bashfully, eyes inevitably landing on paul. “my offer still stands by the way, love. just say the word and i’ll call off his wedding.” she persuades, bumping your shoulder with her own. 

“i can’t ask you to do that.” you whisper, trying to sound less defeated than the conversation always makes you feel. “i know my place.” 

“all too well, apparently.” she chuckles, “all i’m saying-” she starts, noticing your discomfort, “there’s no woman i’d rather have betrothed to my son than you. you’d keep his mind in check... and give him good babies.” she laughs again at the gasp you let out. “he’d be happy.” 

“there are plenty of women who can make him happy... and give him babies.” you huff, beginning to walk off. you suddenly don’t feel in the mood to stay at the party. 

you press your fingers to your eyes, trying to concentrate on the book in your lap instead of the sleepiness threatening to overtake you. a rapid knock at your door makes you spring out of bed quickly, momentarily checking the decency of your sleep clothes in the mirror. you pull back the door, seeing paul standing on the other side. his wig and makeup are long gone, but he’s still adorning his dress. 

“can’t get this stupid this off.” he whimpers embarrassedly. you giggle, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and grabbing his hand. he lets you lead him back to his bedchambers, occasionally letting out little growls of annoyance when he trips over the end of the gown. 

he finally stands in front of his mirror, pulling off the cover over his corset. 

“how was the rest of the party?” you ask absentmindedly, beginning to undo the tight knot of strings holding the canvas around his back. the intricacy of the strings filling you with annoyance. 

“nearly unbearable after you left.” he recounts, eyes flicking to watch your refection. he hears you let out a small grunt of agitation over the ribbons. “some girl wouldn’t stop flirting with me. clearly being engaged means nothing to he-” he’s cut off by the way you release a loud growl, gripping the top of the material and ripping. the sound of the tere pulls your eyes to his in the mirror. 

“enough.” you snap, watching the way the canvas falls forward, exposing the expanse of his tone torso. you squint your eyes shut, trying to breath away the anger quickly filling your stomach. you open them again to see he’s still watching you, a small smirk on his face. “what?” you hiss. 

“it’s adorable how much you fancy me.” he grins. your face falls, breath hitching. “my mother just told me all about it.” he turns to look at you, “not as if i needed her too; but the confirmation was nice.” he turns, taking your chin in his hand and angling your face up to his. 

“i’m sorry.” you whisper sadly, he only smiles. 

“s’really flattering.” he hums, thumb stroking your bottom lip. before you can protest or defend yourself, he slams his lips into yours. it takes you a moment to properly kiss him back, relishing in the taste of cherries and vodka. you finally sink in, throwing your arms around his bare shoulders, as well as your false morality out the window. when he pulls back, he’s got the most arrogant smile on his face. you decide you’re going to wipe it off. 

“off. now.” you demand, tugging roughly at the skirt of his gown. 

“oh yeah?” he smirks. you reach up, gripping his jaw tightly and glaring daggers at him. 

“be a good boy and take the dress off.” you snap. his eyes flutter shut, a soft moan leaving his lips at your words. you press a short kiss to his cheek, then move back to watch him undress. he does so quickly, hands trembling as he pulls down the dress and stockings. 

“there’s my obedient boy.” you coo, sitting on the end of his bed. he stands, gulping harshly and trying not to make it obvious how much your words are affecting him. the evidence is obvious though, standing at attention and twitching in his underwear. “c’mere, my dorogoy.” you whisper, arms extending to pull him between your legs. 

he looks down at you tentively, through hooded eyes and long lashes. you hold searing eye contact with him, fingers hooking in his waistband. a small whine leaves his throat when your fingernails scrape the soft skin of his hips. you grin up at him sadistically, pulling the fabric down his legs. his cock snaps up, slapping the skin of his stomach. you admire it, pink, thick, and leaking an embarrassing amount at the slit. 

“did i tell you how pretty your tits’ looked in that dress?” you ask, the endless smirk still on your lips. you reach up and begin to tweak one of his nipples between your thumb and forefinger. 

“t-thank you.” he mumbles, lust overshadowing embarrassment. you stand, tummy pressing against his cock through your thin nightshirt. 

“this looks painful, baby boy.” you muse, hand snaking between your bodies to grasp firmly at his shaft. he makes a high preening sound in the back of his throat at your touch. “what? nothing cocky to say now that i’m touching it?” he throws his head back, moaning as you start to stroke him. the needy sound makes your clit throb. 

“please, y/n-” he begs. you reach up, cupping his jaw and guiding him to look at you. 

“not my name, lover.” you hum against his lips. 

“mommy-” he cries softly, tears filling his eyes as you jerk him harder. you nod, placing a kiss to his chin. you can feel your wetness running down your thighs, no doubt ruining your pants. 

“lay on the bed, lyubovnik.” he follows your order without question, crawling beside you and positioning himself on the pillows. you practically purr, admiring him. his curls are delicately fallen over his forehead, a huge contrast to the way he pants erratically and wiggles his hips in discomfort from his throbbing cock. you take your time, undressing slowly. 

“mommy, please!” he cries out when you free your breasts from the confides of your shirt. 

“patience, needy boy.” you tut, crawling up his body and straddling his thighs. “i know it’s never been one of your virtues, but i need you to try for mommy.” he nods, tears starting to fall at his own need. you lean down, breasts pressing against his chest as you kiss him passionately. he moans into the kiss, hips thrusting up into the plush part of your belly. 

“s-sorry.” he whispers into your mouth. 

“s’alright, little one. i’ll let it pass.” you coo, pressing a sweet kiss to his nose. without warning, you drop your hip down. the girth of his cock stretches you painfully. he cries, high and needy as one hand moves to pinch your clit and the other rests on your him. tears of your own surface at the pain. you glance down, a small line of blood runs from where you’re connected, pooling at the base of his cock and mixing with your arousal. 

“you okay?” he asks, comfortingly squeezing at your love handle. 

“i’m fine, baby boy.” you hum, “only strings a bit, it’s been a while.” you promise, starting to rock your hips softly. his head falls back, worry completely forgotten. 

he babbles as you continue your fast rhythm. the sounds of your wetness working up and down his girth lewd and sinful, only urging you on. he desperately attempts to work your clit, rolling it in shaky circles. you reach between you, guiding his hand to rest on your abdomen. 

“can feel you in my stomach, angel.” you purr, biting softly at his collarbone. 

“mommy, i’m gonna-” he sobs, tears of pleasure running down the sides of his face. 

“i know, darling. cum for me.” you urge, but he rapidly shakes his head. 

“don’t wanna before you do.” he whimpers. you shake your head, biting his bottom lip. 

“it’s fine, little one. let go for mommy.” you whisper against his mouth. he gasps, hands moving to hold you down on him as he fills you up. you hide your head in his neck, panting into the skin and the warmth fills your insides. you sit like that for a while, holding him and tracing your fingers over the skin of his pecks. 

a thought hits you, making you stand from the bed abruptly and pull your clothes on. 

“where in gods’ name are you going?” he asks, sitting up and starting to panic. 

“need to talk to catherin.” you state shortly, causing his face to contort in confusion. “you are not getting married to that fucking princess.” you growl, pulling your shirt over your head. his eyes widen, mouth falling open in realization. you lean forward, pressing a rushed kiss onto his lips. “i’ll be right back, i love you.” you hum, hurrying out of the room. 

he grins, throwing himself back onto the pillows and laughing lightly. 

“i love you too, y/n.” he whispers into the thick air. 

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Sins (Part 2)

Regulus Black AU

Summary: Original Request: i don't really have a fleshed-out idea on this nasty request but what about a smut fic on regulus but he's a priest. ik its insane but i thought of regulus black/paul atreides wearing the clerical collar thing and oh my god he looks so hot

Summary: (After being requested I'm making other parts to this story) After a disastrous end to their first meeting Regulus wants to fix everything that he's done wrong. Now the only question is, will you forgive him?

Pairings: Regulus Black/Reader

Link to Part 1

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“You made your feelings clear.”

Regulus snapped up. From a cold sleep, your words woke up right up. Regulus groaned rubbing a hand over his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

“What is happening to me?”

Regulus grumbled. It had been a little over a month since his encounter with you in the church. With each day he tried so hard to forget what he did but failed…miserably.

“Priests aren’t supposed to sleep with any good-looking woman that comes his way. I should have never also made her feel less than because she is a showgirl either. Y/n didn’t deserve the way that I treated her.”

Regulus thought as he looked at the bedside clock. It read 2:50 am. Is this what he was supposed to go through as a teenager and just missed the memo? If so, he suddenly understood his older brother a lot more.

All of the feelings that Regulus had been feeling since the first time that he laid eyes on you were a whirlwind of confusion. It had started with the sex-filled dreams which led to the two of you actually having sex. Now here Regulus sat with that particular day going on repeat in his mind.

“So this is sexual frustration or am I in love with her? Can I be in love? Of course, I can. I’m human even if I’m a priest? A priest…I don’t qualify for this job anymore.”

Regulus thought miserably. Getting out of bed, Regulus looked at his reflection in the mirror. The love bites that you had left on his chest and neck had healed but Regulus could point out exactly where they were. Everything about you, Regulus could vividly remember. He could remember just how you felt in his arms, how soft your skin was, the way you moaned his name, the way you felt like velvet around him….

“I have to stop.”

Regulus groaned. He considered praying for a moment but at the same time, it felt dirty. Praying to a deity for the return of a woman that Regulus was never meant to “know” was a surefire way to be struck down.

“But I haven’t been struck down…is this real? Is everything that I believed for years real?”

Regulus found himself questioning everything that he ever believed once again.

“I have to find her.”

(the next morning)

Sirius stood in his kitchen waiting for his new tea kettle to work.

“Any day now, mate. Remus said that you were supposed to be amazing and all that I have is cold water.”

The sound of the doorbell ringing pulled Sirius from his thoughts. He gave the tea kettle a final glare before going to the door and opening it. Sirius was surprised to see Regulus on the other side of the door dressed in…normal clothes. He also noted how on edge his younger brother looked. This was a far contrast from the normally well-put-together calm person that Regulus typically was.

“Uh…hi…so Regulus what with the outfit? Where is your priest outfit?”

Regulus immediately shook his head.

“I quit! Sirius, I need your help. I fucked up big time!”

Sirius moved aside to let Regulus inside before chuckling to himself.

“He said fuck.”

Sirius closed the door before going back to the living room where Regulus stood pacing around the living room. Remus had come in from the back garden and was watching Regulus clearly confused as well.

Sirius gave Remus a shrug before turning back to his brother.

“So…Regulus…you said fuck, quit being a priest, and are pacing my living room. Do you want to tell me…”

“I slept with a woman!”

Regulus nearly yelled. He put a hand over his mouth as if he was spilling some big secret. Neither Sirius nor Remus moved for a moment. Both stood staring at Regulus as if he had grown an extra head.

“I slept with a woman and I think I’m in love with her but I royally fucked up. I told her that it was a temptation and never should have happened. She was understandably upset and won’t speak to me now.”

Sirius held a hand up.

“So…you mean to tell me that you…YOU…slept with an actual woman?”

Regulus gave Sirius an exasperated look.

“YES! Please keep up!”

Sirius choked back a giggle before composing himself.

“And you are in love with her?”

Regulus nodded sitting down and putting his hands over his face.

“Yes…maybe…I’m feeling something. She’s all that I can think about. I can not get her out of my mind. It's dreams about being with her in an actual relationship and sex. It doesn’t stop! All that I can think of is her sweet voice and soft skin.”

Sirius glanced over to Remus, who was looking as shocked as he was. Neither of the men ever expected something like this to happen. Regulus was so deadest on being a priest and adamant that he was asexual. After years of keeping that stance up…it was easy for Remus and Sirius to believe him.

Remus stepped closer to Regulus.

“Regulus, you should breathe. Look, would you like Sirius and I to help find her?”

Regulus looked up as Sirius’ mouth dropped.

“Look, I was counting on him to get me into heaven. Padre! Salvation here!”

Regulus gave Sirius a cold glare.

“I don’t even think that I believe in God. At least…I’m not sure about anything right now. I had everything going along in my life than I’m derailed.”

Sirius sighed.

“Remus is right. Despite my salvation now being in question, your needs are greater than my own. What is the girl’s name?”

Regulus leaned back.

“Y/n.”

Remus came in, keeping his voice as gentle and kind as possible.

“And where is she? Perhaps we can go over and the two of you can talk rationally? Sirius and I can explain how you are. You’re a nice guy and just experienced something that you never planned on. You were in a corner and didn’t know how to react.”

Regulus groaned again.

“It's not that simple. She doesn’t live here. She’s in Las Vegas.”

Sirius’ mouth dropped further.

“What were you doing in Las Vegas? Do you have some secret life that I don’t know about?”

Regulus stood up and began to pace again.

“No, I have never been to Las Vegas. She has family here and came to a service with them. She’s a showgirl.”

Sirius had to sit down on that one. He couldn’t help the laughter that was coming out of him. Not only had Regulus finally been visited by the “sexual feelings fairy” but he was now in love with a showgirl. A showgirl was the definition of sex appeal.

“Reggie, this keeps getting more and more interesting.”

Regulus quickly grew annoyed with his older brother’s amusement at his torment.

“Do you want to help me or not?”

“Sirius, get a grip. Regulus, we will help you.”

Sirius nodded and got back to his feet.

“Well said, Remus. Sorry, Reg. Okay, let's find her. Remus is excellent at stalking people. To the computer!”

A few moments later, Regulus stood behind Remus and Sirius as Remus typed away.

“So her name is Y/n L/n?”

Regulus nodded as Remus typed your name in followed by Las Vegas, NV. It took a few more clicks for Remus to find multiple pictures of you. In some of the pictures, you were in your showgirl costume. In others, you were dressed in elegant dresses.

Remus turned to meet Sirius’ gaze as his boyfriend leaned back in his chair.

“Damn, Reg. She is pretty! I don't blame you for this. If she was some ugly hideous thing, I would be concerned but this girl…damn!”

Remus was busy typing away on the keyboard.

“Got it. I have her address. She lives with a woman named Mindy. That has to be her roommate.”

Regulus looked baffled by Remus’ methods.

“How do you know all of this?”

Remus smiled.

“Skills, my friend. I can find out anything about anyone. I took the liberty of booking us some airplane tickets. We should be going soon.”

Regulus suddenly became panicked. He was going to be finding you. What was he supposed to say? Would a simple “I’m sorry” really take care of this? Regulus couldn't say yes or no.

“What if she won’t speak to me? What if all of this is for nothing? I have thrown away everything that I have worked so hard for.”

Sirius reached out and gently grasped his brother’s shoulder.

“You’ll never know what will happen if you don’t try to talk to her.”

On the airplane, Regulus sat with his head down silently brooding. All of this was happening so fast that he couldn’t mentally keep up. He was partially mourning his old life. The life that he spent so much time in effort working toward. Something, however, told Regulus that you were worth every moment of it.

Even if he really didn't know you, it all seemed worth it. Getting to know you healthily seemed worthy of every moment of confusion. What if you were the one missing puzzle piece in his life? What if you were the “one” who could put everything he felt into perspective? You would be the one to prove to Regulus that love truly existed…

“I hope that love actually exists.”

Regulus thought as Sirius turned to him.

“Okay, Remus has put more together about Y/n. Her friend Mindy is a fashion designer. Y/n is her model. Dude, you weren’t kidding, this woman is stunning. Here watch this, you can stare at her moving.”

Regulus took the phone from his brother and hit play on the video. It was a promotion made for the woman named Mindy’s fashion portfolio. Regulus smiled the moment that you showed up on the screen dressed in an emerald green cocktail dress. Simply staring at you was enough to make Regulus’ panic calm. With each pose, soft smile, and lyric of the happy pop song playing, Regulus felt himself falling further and further over that cliff.

“I've learned to feel what I cannot see, but with you, I lose that vision I don't know how to dream your dream so I'm all caught up in the superstition I want to reach out and pull you to me.Who says I should let a wild one go free Trying to catch your heart is like trying to catch a star But I can't love you this much, baby and love you from this far Waiting for a star to fall and carry your heart into my arms That's where you belong in my arms, baby”

Regulus had never agreed more with a song lyric in his life. He played the video again simply to see you smile.

“What if she thinks that I am some kind of nutcase? I mean, I had you two cyberstalk her and I’ll but turning up at her door unannounced. What if she thinks that I’m a creep?”

Sirius gave his brother a sympathetic expression. He knew that there was a very real possibility of this happening. Sirius only hoped that you would flattered by the fact that Regulus was putting so much effort into apologizing for how he treated you. If he has to, Sirius would talk to you himself and explain that Regulus left everything for you…could that not be worth some redeeming qualities?

“You won’t have to worry about him cheating. Regulus has never been into anyone like he is you. The man left the priesthood for you. Not many women can say that about their lovers. The man literally dumped God for you. He may have said some things that were really…cold…but that isn’t him. Regulus may play tough because that’s how we were raised. Could you please just give him a chance?”

Sirius had put that together for his speech if it came down to it. He was also positive that Remus could come up with something more profound as well.

“I don’t think she will. Granted, I don’t know Y/n but I would be totally flattered if some guy left something like the priesthood for me. Add hopping on a plane and showing up at my doorstep with a heartfelt apology…my panties would be coming off…now this is if I were a woman, okay?”

Sirius was happy when Regulus smiled at that.

“That makes me feel somewhat better and also totally uncomfortable at the same time.”

Sirius leaned back in his seat as the “fasten seatbelt” sign came on.

“Alsmot showtime, Reggie.”

An hour later, all three men stood outside of a townhome. Regulus stared at the doorbell as his heart raced. This was it! This was the moment that he would know if you would truly forgive him and give him a shot…or if he completely blew it.

“Reg, rign the doorbell man. It's like standing on the surface of the sun out here.”

Sirius grumbled from behind him. The Las Vegas heat was something that Sirius was clearly not used to.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

Regulus replied before reaching out and pushing the doorbell. The moment that Regulus heard the bell, he could have passed out. Was it too late to run? Could he jump in a bush? The answer was no. Regulus couldn’t chicken out now. He coudln’t run to the priesthood anymore to avoid an uncomfortable arranged marriage courtesy of his mother. It was time for Regulus to stop running.

A moment later the door opened and who had to be Mindy stood on the other side. She looked between Regulus, Remus, and Sirius with a polite smile.

“Hi, can I help you?”

Regulus bit the inside of his lip before taking a deep breath.

“Hi, can I please see Y/n?”

Mindy raised an eyebrow before smiling again.

“I’m sorry, she isn’t home. Who are you?”

Regulus nervously scratched the back of his head. Would Mindy start cussing him out? Did she know what he did? Of course, she did. She had to.

“I’m Regulus Black. I uh…”

Mindy’s mouth dropped. The smile faded as she gave him a scathing look. Mindy knew all about Regulus. You had told her all about the event that took place in the church and how it felt right…until Regulus dismissed you like some common whore.

“Oh! You’re Regulus.”

Regulus nodded uncomfortably.

“I see you know who I am.”

Mindy nodded closing the door and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, I’m Mindy and yeah, I know who you are. You really hurt my best friend.”

Sirius took this as his cue to step up.

“Hi there. I’m Sirius Black. Regulus is my brother. Mindy, I apologize for just turning up on your doorstep. If you would just give me a few moments to speak to you, I can make all of this make sense.”

Mindy raised her eyebrow again. She was half tempted to go back in and slam the door. She didn’t have to mention this to you but something told her not to.

“Okay, you have five minutes. Come in. It's too damn hot out here.”

Walking into the well-decorated townhome, Regulus looked around the living room before nervously sitting down. Mindy came into the room not taking her eyes off of him.

“Okay, start talking.”

Mindy said. Sirius stood up.

“Mindy, this whole situation obviously isn’t ideal. I know that you are probably protective over Y/n but you have to understand that my brother isn’t a bad guy. You see, before, Y/n he has never been interested in anyone. That is why he was a priest. He never meant to intentionally hurt Y/n. He didn’t know what to say and was acting on sheer…”

Mindy nodded.

“I see. That is what Y/n said too. Even though she was hurt, she wouldn’t say anything too bad about you, Regulus. You should know that Y/n is a nice girl. I mean a really nice girl. She doesn’t deserve any games. She may be a model and showgirl but that doesn’t make her any less deserving for proper love.”

Sirius cut back in.

“Please remember You’re talking to someone who until a few days ago never had any interest in anyone.”

Mindy fought back a smile.

“Okay, look, I have a fashion show later tonight. I’ll give you one shot. If you blow this, you won’t get a second chance.”

Regulus’ snapped his head up as Mindy handed him a ticket.

“Be there by seven and bring her flowers. Daisy’s are her favorite, just an FYI.”

Mindy gave Regulus a small smile that told him he hadn’t exactly blown it.

“I won’t mess up again.”

Mindy nodded.

“I hope not.”

To be continued…

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Poly!Lost Boys! x Depressed!Fem!Reader? The reader is in a funky funky, and the boys work their charms to give her all the love and encouragement she needs to thrive and overcome the bullshit?

The Sun Rises

Of course I can write this for you! Sorry it took so long I did quite a bit of research for this, I wanted to do this prompt justice❤️

Warnings: Major Depressive Disorder

Poly! Lost Boys x Fem! Reader

NOTE: My research for this was on female depression and how it manifests itself, but I realized on my second read through that I had only used one gendered term, so I took it out. So this can be read GN.

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You sat staring at the unfinished painting on your desk. Willing yourself to just bring your brush down to it, to feel inspired, to feel anything other than numb. But instead of adding to your creation, you sighed and brought your brush to the sink. You watched as the colors stained the water red and ran down the sink, until nothing was left on the brush but the taupe of the pokey bristles.

Lately you’d been feeling like the brush, like all the color had been drained out of you. This feeling wasn’t foreign. Sometimes you felt stagnant, like a non playable character in the game that was your life, letting moments pass you by. Being there but not being a part of them, at least not how you wanted to be.

It had been four days since you’d managed to make it down to the boardwalk. It made you feel guilty, but you just couldn’t make yourself go. You felt trapped. Your prison not a physical place but a cage inside your mind, one where your means of escape was not visible. When you got like this, it was hard to believe there was an escape.

You crossed your arms and ran your hands up and down them, trying to comfort yourself. Fatigue washed over you as your body moved towards your bed. You should change out of your jeans into pajamas, you should shower before bed, you should brush your teeth, but almost against your will, your eyes closed instead.

Before you could drift off, you heard a soft tapping at your window. You cringed. There were only four (almost) people that could be tapping on the window of your fifth floor apartment. You contemplated just staying in bed, pretending you weren’t there, but you figured you owed them an explanation as to why you’d missed out on so many date nights. (Also you were pretty sure they could smell you, damn heightened vampire senses).

You sighed as you opened the window and Paul fell through. “Hey sugar!” He greeted you smiling. If he was frustrated by your behavior these past few days, he certainly wasn’t showing it.

“Hi,” you said dryly.

His smile faltered.

Marko stumbled through the window after him, “damn babe,” he grumbled, “we need to get you a bigger window, I don’t know how Dwayne thinks he’s gettin’ through here.”

“You’re all here?” You asked the two blonds.

“No,” David said shimming through the window, “we just sent these two idiots to check on the love of our life after you’ve been gone all week.”

“I seem to remember a certain idiot fixing your bike yesterday,” Paul shot with his eyebrows raised.

David rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort.

“Don’t,” Dwayne said, sliding through the window, “you’re all getting distracted. We didn’t come here to put on a shit show.”

Paul and David both breathed out and turned to you. As you looked around your room, it seemed all eyes were on you. Their gaze made you feel smaller than you had already. “What?” You asked timidly, hugging yourself.

“Where’ve you been?” David asked pointedly

Paul turned to him and glared, “we’re not here to accuse you,” Paul told you while accosting David, “we just want to know what’s wrong. Did we do something? Tell us babe so we can make it better.” He reached for you but you recoiled a bit, unsure of how to verbalize how you felt.

Paul’s face fell, “please,” he begged, “I’ll do anything for you, tell me and I’ll fix it.”

The other boys watched you as you fidgeted from foot to foot, your gaze trained on the floor, “We just wanna help baby,” Dwayne spoke.

You sighed, “it’s nothing you did,” you said looking up from the ground and at them, “it’s me, it’s how I feel, that’s the problem.” You desperately tried to stop your tears but they fell anyway. You wiped them away as quickly as they appeared, “I didn’t want you to see me like this, I didn’t want to be a burden, I’m sorry.”

Dwayne’s brow furrowed and he stepped forward to cradle you in his arms, you grabbed at his jacket and buried your face into his chest as you cried. “Never, ever apologize for that.” He spoke after you had calmed down a bit, “You are not a burden. You could never be a burden, not to us, not to anyone.”

You gasped and looked up into his eyes, they stared at you soulfully. “Do you think we only wanted the shallow parts of you? Do you think we’re only with you for the fun times? For the sex?” He asked, disbelief in his tone. “We love you for all of you. Every part of you, even the parts you don’t like, we love those too.” Tears pricked at your eyes once more.

He cupped your face with his hands, speaking slowly and intentionally, “you never need to hide any part of yourself from us, even the hard parts, we want you to share them with us.” Your eyes searched his face for any sign he was joking or putting you on, but you found none.

“If you find yourself under a dark cloud, we’ll gladly stand with you in the rain, even if it means getting drenched.” You smiled up at him with watery eyes.

You were pulled from his embrace into Marko’s, “I know what it’s like to feel like your emotions are ‘too much’ for people,” he told you, “sometimes I get so angry I feel like I can’t control it, like it just comes bubbling out of me.” Your brow furrowed as you stared into his eyes.

“But do you love me any less because of how I feel? Because of who I am sometimes?” He asked.“No.” you replied immediately, “I don’t love you any less.”

He smiled, “that’s right.” He said, “and we wouldn’t love you any less for the way that you feel, for the way that you are.” He assured you. “Dwayne was right, we want every part of you, we love all of you.”

You sighed, “you can’t fix it you know?” You asked them, “it’s not something you fix. Sometimes I feel this way, and it’s never gonna go away, not fully. I take medication sometimes and that helps, but I am going to feel like this sometimes.”

David pushed through the other boys and pulled you against his chest, “you don’t need to be fixed,” he told you, “but you do need to be loved, and that’s what we’re here for. It’s what we’ve always been here for.” He whispered in your ear.

“Thank you,” you said to all of them, shooting them a half smile.

“No need to thank us baby,” Paul said, shifting you from David’s arms into his own, rocking you back and forth gently as you nuzzled into his shoulder, “thanks for letting us in.”

“To your heart AND to your apartment,” Marko said. You laughed at his stupid joke, as David smacked him on the back of the head.

“Can you all…stay here tonight?” You asked them.

“Of course sugar,” Paul answered for all the boys, “we’ll stay as long as you need.”

He sat down on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. Dwayne headed to the kitchen to make you a cup of your favorite tea. David got to work putting up your black out curtains over each window, so they could stay as long as you needed them to. Marko riffled through your drawers, looking for a comfy pair of pajamas you could wear.

As you watched them shuffle through your things from Paul’s arms, you felt warmth spread through you. You felt less like the brush at the bottom of your sink, and more like yourself. You looked up at Paul as he cuddled you, he smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. They made it easy to believe that they truly did love every part of you.

You smiled a bit as you stroked Paul’s arm, resting in the truth that there was nothing you could do to turn them away. Not now, not ever.

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Something you posted a while back has really stayed with me and i cant stop thinking about it. Its the idea that most people have this idea that Paul can't say no? Like i don't believe it but in the case the small chance that he did say 'no i don't like you like that' to John in India so many people have this idea that he's totally in the wrong for that? that he had to say yes and its so strange to me? and its actually so upsetting tbh and that's me not me being a no.1 Paul fan that twink deserves death more often than not or to be put in his place even now as an old bingo granny, id take the thickener out of his soup if i could but i really think it relates back to a lot of the feminisation/misogynistic attention he gets. Especially that one quote by certified Beatles writer that describes HDYS as something a scorned lover would write to show he would never be rejected again and its like ??? Paul is allowed to say no? hes very much allowed to not want a relationship? he's allowed to reject it and again its a roundabout way of misogyny with the idea when a woman rejects someone oh she'll be sorry because he'll spend the rest of his time saying mean things about her to everyone who will listen, and just how much she's in the wrong for not wanting/liking them like that, how she is such a bad person because she made him sink that low and do something he later 'regrets'. It's just really strange and sad to me cause again i don't think thats what happened but it the reaction that John was allowed to scream and be angry about it, he was allowed to write piece after piece especially 71 John he was allowed to be angry (and he was yeah) but Paul is never really allowed that same treatment? and even now he gets the treatment of ex-wife who really broke his now dead husbands heart and has to spend the rest of his life 'fixing' that. You can even see it a bit with the way they talk about George and Pauls relationship too the way they use constant femanising language in a derogatory way (bossy, irrational, controlling) to show just how much Paul isn't allowed to be angry and upset the same way they are he has to deal with it

i mean i don't think there was any rejection in india to speak of so this is purely hypothetical nonsense to me anyway, but yeah, i do think it's a silly way to look at it.

i think there's an argument to made like: john and paul's relationship had this weird romantic element to it already, and paul saying no is him kind of leading john on but refusing to ackowledge the truth of what they are - which would be frustrating from john's pov, i get that. the thing about that is that it's not something anyone on tumblr.com/dashboard actually knows for a fact, it's just emotional conjecture a bunch of people decided to project on. which is why the whole paul rejection theory irritates me so much. like yeah! he actually can say no, if that is what he felt! he's not required to be in love with john just because we all want him to be! (not to mention, that if there was a situation where he did reject john, i do not think that's the kind of thing he'd do lightly and without guilt, regardless of any added guilt john would make him feel by being mad about it). it's just a very unkind and reductive way to look at the very real love that DID exist between them, romantic or not. they cared about each other so much. it would be a cruel way for john to treat paul, and it's a cruel way to read into paul's treatment of john.

and i think the other side of it is that a lot of paul's sense of anger and his own feelings of rejection during that whole mess gets overshadowed in the john/paul/yoko triangle. paul was quieter about his anger because john already chose to be with yoko and he didn't feel he had a right to fight that. and the fandom cannot talk about it because half the time it's tied up in the very real mysogyny yoko faced as the face of The Thing That Broke Up The Beatles (even if she isn't), so paul's anger just kind of goes unacknowledged here in relation to john's.

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So I sat with my feelings about The Northern Caves after my liveblog ended for a bit. After a hot second, I realized that I did feel like the ending was satisfying after all... but only once I started interpreting it in a fannish context. And my first exposure to fandom was the most delightfully cringy form of 2011-era ~yaoi~.

It feels incredibly invasive to put a BoyXBoyLemonsDLDR Reading onto the work of someone in my social circle, especially because I don't know his orientation and he's talked about feeling weird about people reading things into his work. But I also haven't seen anyone else bring it up yet and it feels... a lot more satisfying to me when I look at it through this lens?

So, like, slash goggles on... and Rob, if you're reading this, I'm so sorry.

Paul and Aaron are nigh-textually compared to Chen and Salby. The mad visionary and the interpreter of those visions; the one who Sees and the one who Makes Palatable. They're kindred spirits. They See what the others can only barely comprehend. They feel the whole crushing weight of the world and the ways in which it is BadWrong.

Kelsey jokes, right after Paul and Aaron kiss, that this is yaoi! And yaoi means "no climax, no point, no meaning". And in the context of TNC as a whole-- the story about The Northern Caves and what our cast finds there-- yeah! Their tryst is meaningless, has nothing to do with Chesscourt or Selby or Mundum or THE WHOLE BLEAK ENDLESS WORLD.

...but what if it's yaoi that saved Aaron?

what if that tryst was the thing that snapped Aaron out of it, stopped him from spreading more of the infohazard, brought him back from Selby's Hell World?

I assumed, the entire time I was reading TNC, that Aaron was Doomed By The Narrative. He's the protagonist of a story that, on some level, is cosmic horror. He's the protagonist, and he's not the narrator. This guy has a target on his back from chapter one. and when you get into the Selby/Chen parallels? oh boy, Paul has a target on his back too.

The Way Things Ought To Be, in any cosmic horror story I've read before this, is that Aaron kills a bunch of people and then dies, and that Paul relates what happened shortly before committing suicide. especially if we look at the parallel with Selby and Chen. like, my god.

if we look at queer love- queer desire- through the lens of it being defined by Wrongness. of it being Not The Way Things Ought To Be. then Aaron deciding to kiss Paul "before the end", deciding to go against all that is Right in the sublunar world, and act on his desires?

kiss a boy, in the fucking year of 2004. kiss a boy, in front of a guy like Marsh, and in front of an adult authority who's been more than willing to turn a blind eye. kiss a boy, in defiance of all that is Right and Good in the world. it's a brave, stupid, pointless thing to do.

...and it works.

Aaron doesn't wind up talking the rest of the group into a mass suicide. Aaron doesn't wind up killing himself, or spreading the infohazard further, or even "just" converting to Selbianism. He steps back from the fandom and tells everyone he's okay.

He walks away from this as unscathed as any of the Spelunkers could hope to be. Despite being the instigator, the one who looked deepest into the Caves, the one who suffered most and the one who caused the most suffering.

He walks away. Because he deliberately fucked up the Obverse Face and walked away from THE WHOLE BLEAK ENDLESS WORLD. He deliberately made the world Less "Right", acted on his own desires... and snapped out of the madness, enough to recover long-term.

... If Paul had kissed Jenny, would it have done the same for him? we know that the yaoi didn't; he comes out of this a devout Selbian, still with bouts of bright sharp madness, still aware of THE WHOLE BLEAK ENDLESS WORLD and his duty to Fix It. but Paul is not into Aaron, and most likely not gay. he didn't act on his own desire, he was just acted upon. He was moved out of place, but he didn't choose to move.

Maybe hetero desire would have saved Paul. It's hinted that it might have; Mundum doesn't seem to "like" people having simple pleasures. But in this reading, it was The Power Of Gay Desire that saved Aaron, and stopped the horrors he might have wrought on the rest of the cast.

No climax, no point, no meaning… in a world where Meaning wants you eaten alive and your bones spat out in a nice, pretty pattern.

OBVIOUSLY THIS IS NOT THE DEFINITIVE READING OF THE NORTHERN CAVES BY ANY STRETCH; I'm not even sure if this is something that was intentional on the author's part. (I think it was, but I could be very, very wrong about that.)

But once I looked at The Northern Caves with my slash goggles on... Well, some things clicked for me, and made the story as a whole feel more satisfying than it did before I sat down and thought about it that way. And I haven't seen anyone else share this reading (though, admittedly, I haven't looked very hard).

So, yeah, that's my fudanshi take on the whole deal. take it or leave it.

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Chances - Chapter 8

Summary: The boys meet Jordan at the boardwalk for a night out, but before they can start she has to run an errand at the comic shop. After that they get into a squabble involving Bixby which makes Jordan second guess what she originally thought of the boys. That is until Marko steps in...

This is a longer chapter and I'm gonna try to make all of them longer from now on.

Chapter 7 <<< >>> Chapter 9

TW// None

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Jordan is fixing herself up in the mirror for her meet with the boys tonight. She threw on something a little more classy for the night, not too classy, but a nice middle ground.. Her mother sees her getting ready and tosses a question at her.

“You sure look fancy, what’s the occasion?” Jordan looks at her a little surprised and thinks about what she’s going to say.

“Um, I’m going out.” She stares blankly at her mother who already knows that she’s not being all too honest.

“Going where, exactly?” Jane places her hands on her hips in the standard mom way while Jordan avoids her gaze.

“Somewhere…” She adjusts her headband pretending to look busy.

“Alone or-wait, Jordan…have you met someone?” She watches her intensely.

“No ma! It’s not a date. I’m just…testing the waters as they say.” She reluctantly looks at her.

“Jordan I thought you swore off dating or doing anything like that? You do remember what happened right?” Jordan sighs, she remembers all too well and she’s tired of her parents reminding her.

“Who wouldn’t? Of course I do. I’m just…” She leans on the sink and rubs her eyes as she’s fighting tears of frustration. 

“I’m not mad, sweetie I just don’t want to have any more repeats of what happened.” She places a gentle hand on Jordan’s shoulder.

“I don’t either, I’m just tired of running. If I can’t move forward, I’m never gonna feel better. This could be my chance to achieve my goal of finding the right person to spend my life with. I know what to look out for, so I will keep myself in check this time around.” She finally stands up straight and relaxes.

“Well, please watch out. And stay safe.” She placed a hand onto Jordan's face affectionately. 

“I will. Love you ma.” Jordan made her way downstairs and out the door shutting it behind her.

“Love you too.”

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At the boardwalk, Marko anxiously waited by his bike for Jordan to arrive. He kept chewing on his fingers and Paul took notice. 

“Hey dude, relax. She’ll show up, if you keep eating you won’t have enough room for dinner.” Paul gestured at Marko who swiftly removed his finger from his mouth and started bouncing his leg instead.

“What if she doesn’t.” Marko frantically looks around until Dwayne taps his shoulder. “What?” Dwayne points down the boardwalk and sees her looking for them. 

“Go get her tiger, this is all you.” Dwayne smiles and shoves him forward and Marko stumbles off..

“You got this man!” Paul whoops and hollers at Marko causing a scene thus David smacks him on the back of the head to shut him up.

Marko walks towards her and collects himself by slicking his hair back and repositioning his jacket. She catches sight of him and smiles which Marko takes as a good sign.

“Glad you could make it tonight. I will say you're making me feel underdressed.” He gestures at her outfit.

“Have you seen yourself? You look like my late grandma’s bed sheets.” She pointed at his get up. “Besides, I ruined my clothes from last night’s squabble so I had no choice.”

“Whatever, so what do you wanna do tonight? Marko leaned on the railing while he waited for an answer.

“Well I have to do something real quick. I need to head to Frog comics to look for something. My dad lended me some cash to get him a comic book. He’s kinda getting into them so he just said to buy him something he would probably like. Marko winced.

“Ah, I see.” Marko started chewing his thumb anxiously.

“Something wrong?” Jordan tilted her head curiously. “If you’re not up for it then I can just go alone-”

“No, it’s fine. I’m no puss.” Marko speaks confidently despite the fact he can feel David staring daggers at him.

“Marko don’t fucking do it.” David intrudes his mind and Marko quickly leads Jordan aways from the area towards the comic store.

“Sorry about that, David just doesn’t like me going there. Those kids hate us.” Marko apologizes to Jordan.

“Is it because you’re a “bloodsucker”?” Jordan puts up air quotes to make her point. “Yeah I get it, they don’t like me either. When I first moved here they were lecturing me about vampires and such. I didn’t believe them at the time.”

“You must feel stupid now?” Marko smirked at her.

“Definitely. But I still don't really care to be honest.”

“Do they know you’re a vampire?” Marko questioned.

“Not yet. They always suspect innocent people as vampires while the actual vampires run free.”

“Why would you even keep going to them? What if they plot against you or something?” Marko recalled what they had done to him and his brothers the previous year. They have reached a truce at this point so only god knows what will happen after he walks back in.

“I’m not afraid of some kids, Marko. Unless Rambo is their dad then I ain’t got nothing to worry about.” She walks into the store and starts searching, taking her sweet time. Marko staggers at the entrance thinking. “She's right, they're just a bunch of stupid kids. I’m not a punk. They can’t get me twice.”

After walking in Marko sees Jordan already talking to the brothers, and as Marko walks up, they stop and stare at him. The boy with the headband questions Jordan as she sifts through some comics oblivious to their dismay.

“That’s who you’re with? He’s bad news, don’t you know?” He tries getting her attention.

“Oh really Edgar, mind telling me why?” She still doesn’t look.

The other brother drops the news completely dumbfounded. “He’s a shit sucking vampire! That’s why!”

Marko immediately snaps “Shut up!

Jordan looks through a superman comic and simply says. “Alright Alan, and why is that a problem?” 

“Vampires are a very threat to your life, and humanity as we know it. I thought we made it very clear?” Edgar pulls the comic down from her face and looks her dead in the eyes. She just stares at him with a faint smile on her face.

“Well if he sucks me dry then that’s my problem.” She puts the comic back and continues searching. But a new voice pulls her from her search once again and she sighs tired of the interruption.

“You can’t be serious right? We’ve told you about what happened in ‘87 right? How bloodsuckers trashed my house and his buddies were responsible.” A blonde kid with an unnatural fashion sense looks at her from across the shelf.

“That’s cute Sam, but that sounds like a personal problem between you and them and nothing to do with me.” 

Sam walks over to Marko in order to confront him.

“I’m not here to start trouble little Emerson, I’m just here to accompany a friend of mine.” He points to Jordan who finally finds a comic of interest.

“Well make it quick because I don’t want you here. And you!” He points to Jordan who looks over at him. “Don’t trust him! He will get ya eventually!” He cups his hands around his mouth to make his point stronger.

Jordan ponders what he said for a moment before going to pay for the comic. Marko notices and catches up with her.

“Hey, don’t listen to him. Sam is just projecting, he’s terrified of us.” He smirks but Jordan just stares blankly after setting cash onto the counter.

“I hope so.” She mutters almost to herself.

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They finally come back to the rest of the boys who are watching the concert playing on the beach.

“It’s about damn time!” David yells as he finally sees them approaching.

“Yeah well we’re back. And I’m going with Jordan.” Marko hops on his bike and revs it up.

“Where are you guys going?” Paul pulls up in front of Marko blocking his way. Jordan answers.

“I’m going to drop this comic off at my house, but-" Paul smirks at Marko and wiggles his eyebrows. 

“You sly dog, getting in some action already huh?” Jordan flicks a quarter at Paul's head with scary good precision and he yelps. 

“No, you horndog. Besides, I was gonna have all of you come with me.” Jordan retrieves the quarter while Marko looks on with surprise.

“Uh Jordan I thought it was just me going with you?” He looks almost disappointed.

“I don’t wanna leave your brothers out besides, I thought when we were hanging out that it meant that ALL of us are hanging out.” Marko doesn’t fight it and David rides up next to her. 

“Sounds like a good idea, right Marko?” He teases.

“Yeah…” Marko grits his teeth.

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They all ride up to Jordan’s house together and the boys are surprised as they weren’t exactly expecting her to be living in a proper house. Jordan gets off her bike and pulls out her keys.

“Alright guys, stay out here and don’t be too loud. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She goes into the house while the boys all wait outside not really sure on what to do.

“I wanna explore this place, looks pretty nice-” Paul gets shut down before he can finish.

“Don't even, we have to respect her wishes and that means no exploring.” Marko crosses his arms and looks at Paul disappointedly.

The boys then all hear a vicious hissing and meowing only to see a black cat fluffing up and spitting at them. David grows interested and gets off his bike. The boys all start snickering as they know what he’s about to do. The cat is still growling at him and so he gets down onto all fours like a cat and starts hissing back at it. The boys laugh their asses off while the cat starts to swat at David. His face then morphs into its monstrous form as he roars at it. At that moment Jordan walks out and Bixby immediately runs over to her and nearly trips her over.

“Bixby!” She looks at the boys furiously and Marko, Dwayne and Paul stop laughing while David gets up and smiles.

“Is there a problem?” He dusts himself off while Jordan looks upset.

“Dude! You scared my cat! Why did you do that?” She looks between her legs and sees Bixby is still growling. She picks him up and looks at David. “What did he ever do to you?” 

“Well your little demon creature was hissing and spitting at us. Animals aren’t fans of vampires, you know?” He looks at her with a blank face not feeling any kind of remorse.

“Bull crap! Animals don’t discriminate, you just need to treat them with love and let them know they can trust you.” She puts him into the house and shuts the door.

“Alright look, let's just move past this whole thing and get back to having some fun.” Paul intervenes as he’s itching to start the night.

“Well I don’t even know if I want to do this anymore, you guys are kinda jerks.” Jordan crosses her arms feeling hurt, she knew she was overreacting but she couldn’t help it.

“You need to drop it, it’s just a cat.” David lights a cigarette. Marko is beyond upset at this point so he finally makes it known to everyone else.

“Enough! This shit is ridiculous!” Do me a favor guys and please leave and let me talk to Jordan!” He snaps at his brothers who know better than to fight Marko. “At least give me a few minutes with her so I can sort this out.”

Without any more words, they leave and Marko and Jordan are left alone.

“I’m really sorry about that. We didn’t know that was your pet.” Marko tried to be as gentle as he could when talking to her.

“It’s not your fault, I think I should’ve warned you guys.” She looks at him almost apologetically which hurt Marko because he felt like none of this was even her fault.

“David is a mean guy, don’t worry about him. Look, we aren’t all like this, and I really want to give this a chance. The night has barely started and I have an idea for what we can do if you’re up for it, we can get back at David.” Marko looks at her sincerely. Jordan looks up feeling interested.

“And what would that be?”

“A race.”

“My bike could never beat you guys though.” She says slightly annoyed.

“I know, that’s why I said ‘we’ can get back at him.” Marko revs up his bike and holds his hand out for Jordan. “Do you trust me?”

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: It's family time! -Danny Words: 2,295 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Matilda' -by Harry Styles

XXIX: Not the Reunion You Wanted but the Reunion I Needed

Ara's surprised to see her two parents pick her up from camp. The first thing they do is hug her so tightly that she feels like they're about to break her in half. 

"Guys—the windpipes!" She chokes out.

Sally's crying, and Ara doesn't know what to say to make it better. She wishes she could ease the woman's mind, but lately, words of wisdom aren't coming to her in handfuls.

"S'alright," she mumbles, gently rubbing her mother's back.

"Hi, sweetheart," Paul pinches her cheek lightly. "Ready to go home?"

The trip back is quiet. Usually, Percy and her talk, and their parents listen. Today, all she does is stare out the window while her dad tells her about the school she'll attend next year.

It's hard to come to terms with how weary she is. Life is not simple and she's barely halfway through ninth grade. Things change, you fall for people when you least expect it, and then you build an entire life around... What? The idea that nothing will vary but it won't feel the same way twice?

Sally goes directly to their apartment to tidy up the kids' room before Ara gets there, and Paul asks if Ara can check the car before going up. She feels there's more to this than just a regular check-up, but she stays either way.

The girl opens the trunk and takes a look. "What's wrong with it?"

"The breaks are stiff. No cushion."

Ara stares blankly at her dad. "Cushion?"

"When the car stops it screeches," he rephrases.

"Which side?" Paul points to the left. Ara glances at the tire, then shrugs. "Could be the brake pads or the cylinder thingy."

"You can fix it?"

"'Course I can. I'll take a better look tomorrow," she gives him a brief smile. "Is that it?"

Paul steps forward and places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know you like helping, but here you are our daughter and nothing else. Understand?" Ara nods. "Good. How've you been?"

"Well... I guess I could be better." 

Ara tries to be strong, but she cries as soon as she locks eyes with her father. Paul is the only person she feels is safe to cry to. Sally needs her to be calm, the camp needs her to be brave. But Paul? He just wants her to be his daughter.

They grew fond of each other fast, Chiron always felt more like a teacher and didn't fulfill the requirements to be a father figure. Ara used to think that she would never know what having a dad felt like, but when Paul entered the picture, everything changed.

They had been a beautiful family for a year and a half, and she'd loved every second. Now that Hera has stolen an important piece of them, Ara is angry and frustrated, and the worst part is that she doesn't feel allowed to be, part of her thinks it's her fault.

"We'll find him," Paul rubs her back. "It's only a matter of time, and time moves fast when you keep yourself busy."

Ara hiccups. "I-I don't want my mom to see me like this..."

"I think she needs to see you like this," he retorts. "She thinks you're bottling up your emotions."

"I just don't want her to think... that I'm not strong," the girl sobs.

"You're fourteen, Ara, you don't have to be strong all the time," he guides her into the building. "Let us worry for you."

Tomorrow will be my fourteenth birthday, and today is the first time I'll be a real player in Capture the Flag. Rest assured that I'm planning to win. There's a problem, though, Percy and all of my friends from the Hephaestus cabin are playing against me.

"Hey, Connor," I approach trying to look tough. "Hope your loyalty isn't compromised..."

"What do you mean, Jackson?"

"Lily plays opposite tonight," I raise my eyebrows.

He looks a little worried, maybe he thinks I'm charmspeaking him. I wouldn't do that, but I do think it's fun that he thinks that. "Don't know what you're talking about."

Travis walks past us. "She's talking about your fat crush on Saggio..." 

Connor laughs nervously, his skin glows silver. "That's crazy!"

"Listen, we all know it. Except for Lily. Maybe."

"Don't worry, Birdy," Travis walks past us again. "I'll keep an eye on him. And you."

I snort. "Good luck."

After dinner, Sally enters Ara's bedroom and sits on her bed. "Would you like a bedtime story?"

Ara fidgets with her blanket. "Do I really have to go back to school?"

The woman sighs and rubs Ara's leg over the blanket. "We should be together."

"What if that puts you in danger?"

"Ara, I love you as much as I love Percy, and as your mother, I want you around no matter what."

"But the camp—"

"You can go on the weekends. But you need to attend school, and you need your parents. Chiron agreed."

"Chiron wants me out of camp because of the stupid prophecy," the girl blushes at her own outburst. "Sorry."

Sally continues in a calm manner. "Well, that's all the more reason. I want to spend as much time with my daughter before her untimely demise."

"That's not funny, Mom," Ara makes a face.

"You know what's funny," the woman gives her a playful look. "I don't think I ever heard you ramble about a boy like you did tonight."

Ara groans, falling back on her pillow. "Mooom..." 

"It was like the time you found that bronze dragon, and all you wanted was to—"

"He's called Festus now," Ara informs her. "It means Happy. Leo named him—he also named my lion Pollo. Leo thinks it's funny. He's weird..."

"You like that he's weird?" Sally smiles knowingly.

"A little," Ara blushes. "Don't tell dad."

"He's just sorry that you're no longer a little girl..."

"Well, if it makes him feel better, I decided not to pursue Leo," she replies.

Sally frowns. "Why?"

"Mom, it would be so much work. I don't have time to—"

"Are you marrying him?" Sally raises a brow.

"What? No, of course not!" Ara exclaims.

The woman chuckles. "Dating is not rocket science, Ara. You should try to have fun with it."

Ara stares at her mother. "Like it's a themed park?"

Sally eyes her with worry. "How long has it been since you did normal teenage things?"

The girl shrugs. "I went to the mall a few days ago..."

"The one where you found the lion?" Her mother asks pointedly.

"Okay, fine. I've never had a 'normal teenage experience'. Bit impossible to achieve being who I am."

"Promise me you'll find ways to have a good time, at least," Sally puts a strand of hair behind Ara's ear. "Don't feel pressure to do anything, all I'm saying is, you're safe in the mortal world. Try to enjoy it."

To be honest, Ara's not sure she remembers how to enjoy life.

She believes she's safe here, though. Even now that things got hard, her parents don't blame her for what's happening. She loves them and she wants to be a good daughter, so she's willing to let go of most of her guilt and try to be happy for them.

Yet... she can't stop feeling uneasy. Nothing has felt right ever since she turned fourteen.

Beckendorf made a special armor for his group that works like a chameleon's skin. Silena and Annabeth asked me and Lily to find them.

"Here!" My friend seizes me by the back of my armor, almost choking me. We're a good team, Lily and I.

Luckily for us, the boys didn't hear me dying, they were too focused on the dangers ahead. 

"Myrmekes," Percy mutters.

"Holy Hephaestus!" I stand up from behind the bushes. 

Both boys jump in alarm, Percy knows right away what I'm thinking. "Don't get any closer!" He and Lily say at the same time, both scowling.

"Look at it!" I exclaim in disbelief.

The thing is the size of a refrigerator, all gold with strange ridges on the sides and a bunch of wires sticking out at the bottom. The ants turn it over: It's an automaton's head. I gasp and try to walk towards it, but Percy pulls me back. 

"Easy, Dr. Frankenstein!"

"A head..." I say in awe. "A dragon's head!"

"It's a sign from Hephaestus," Beckendorf agrees in astonishment. "We have to stop them."

"What? Why?"

Before we can do anything, Silena and Annabeth stop us. Beckendorf sneaks away when they get distracted, and the Myrmekes get him. See, if I had gone after the head, this wouldn't have happened, but no one listens to the little girl.

To save our friend, I pull out the metal detector I built a summer ago (Percy and Lily look at me as if I'd planned this from the start) and turn it on. The thing goes crazy right away, there's a huge trail of mud on the side of the hill, so it's easy. We find the rest of the body in less than ten minutes. 

My friends help me get the dragon's head down, and Annabeth says she's not ready to try this out, so Percy replies something pretty cheesy.

"Get out of the way!" I scoff, squeezing between them. Gods! Falling in love distracts people from what's important. 

Annabeth asks Silena for her dagger and opens the dragon's panel on the back of its head. 

"Well, those who don't know anything about machines, step aside," I kneel next to the automaton's neck, eager to put it together. "Hello, baby! Are you ready to come back to life?"

"Ara..." Lily crouches beside me. "Keep in mind that this thing's unstable, okay?"

"It's a machine," I roll my eyes. "Just needs an adjustment and it'll be good as new..."

"There's only enough time to activate it," Percy reminds me.

"Okay, well, you guys are being super helpful," I reply sarcastically. "Hephaestus wanted Beck to find this. We're safe."

I take off my helmet and study the loose wires. Annabeth leans down next to me and helps me where she can. We work together to reattach the head, and our hands end up greasy and bruised.

"It's done?" Lily asks.

I share a look with Annabeth and nod. "Think so."

Percy asks how to turn it on and Annabeth and I point at the two large rubies. Its eyes have to be turned clockwise. My brother makes a couple of sarcastic comments that I prefer to ignore.

"Everyone take cover," without further ado, I turn its eyes.

I watch as the machine comes back to life. The best thing ever created in camp is in front of me, and I finally understand what Hephaestus means when he says that it's possible to build perfect things.

The earth shakes as the dragon gets up, bathing us in the dirt. As a way of celebration, it shoots a column of flames straight into the sky. "Fire!" I exclaim delightedly.

"Well," Percy stammers. "It worked."

The dragon looks at him and comes to sniff us. I'm beyond happy, but my brother looks terrified. I see him grab his sword and I spring into action. "Hello! Hey, cutie!" The creature watches me closely. "Listen, there's a son of Hephaestus in trouble!" The dragon tenses and waits for instructions. I look at the others smiling. "See? He'll help."

"How do you know that?" Silena asks unconvinced.

"I don't!"

"Perfect," Lily groans. "We're letting the crazy one lead the mission. Beckendorf is so lucky..."

We guide the dragon to the ant nest, but I refuse to leave it alone. 

"Ara, stop being so frustrating!" Percy snaps at me.

"I don't want it to get damaged!" I complain.

"I'll stay with her!" Lily offers. "If things get hard I'll drag her ass away from the forest—Go!"

Maybe it's because she's Annabeth's sister, but Percy feels comfortable leaving me in Lily's care, except maybe when it comes to training. Though he can't deny that all the muscle and height I've gained it's thanks to her and Michael.

"Our parents will kill me if you die, so don't!" Percy warns me. 

"Mike's going to kill us..." Lily says grumpily.

We spend the next twenty minutes decapitating Myrmekes (my sword is really good at it) and helping the dragon up the hill. It's a miracle we don't get splashed with their acid.

"You had to obsess over the wild dragon!" My friend yells from behind me. "I'll need a nap after this..."

"You can sleep during my birthday if you like!" If we survive.

After the dragon tears down the roof of the nest and drags our friends out, what I was fearing starts to happen: the dragon melts with the acid the creatures are throwing at it. 

Beckendorf yells at us to get away from it, I do it only because I trust he'll save it. When we're out of reach, he yells a command and lightning shoots out of the automaton, electrocuting the ants around it.

Beckendorf tells me it was a bad idea to activate it and insists that it's too unstable. I'm forced to accept that maybe he's right once the dragon charges at us. I follow Beckendorf to the top of a small cliff and watch the automaton, its behavior feels strange. 

What if it's following us because he's waiting for instruction? Suddenly, to me it looks like a puppy following its owner, excited to play. "Beck..." I start, but he doesn't want to listen.

"Now!" Exclaims my friend, and he pushes me so we land together on the dragon's back.

"Wait!" I urge him. "It doesn't want to hurt us!"

"He tried to toast your brother's face!"

"He's energetic!" I insist. "Can't you feel it?"

Beckendorf seems to understand what I'm talking about, but he still rejects my idea. "It's too unstable, Ara."

"But—"

"We'll come back for him," he promises. "For now, it's better to deactivate it."

I really don't want to, but I trust Beckendorf, he would never lie to me, so I give in. "Ugh!" I yank open the panel. "You do it!"

Beckendorf rips out the cables from inside the dragon's head and I try not to feel guilty as the dragon's eyes turn off and it freezes up in place.

I tell myself it'll be okay. Beck promised we'll come back soon.

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Commentary on Interview With The Vampire - Episode 1 (Spoilers)

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Barely fully in and it already looks beautiful. Was the budget in the billions because this shit is so crisp, fuck!

Hannah Baker was out-fucking performed. TAPES RO HARRASS A DYING MAN WHO DIDNT USE YOUR VAMPIRE SECRET? Lestat would be so proud!

I am so happy this is the direction they chose — brining us to modern time, the only time I wanna hear about the pandemic in entertainment media. And all while humanity does, Louis is stuck in his high tower with some high tech ass Dubai apartment? Purr.

Nvm, Mans seem sick of it lmao. Stuck there in his own personal house-coffin (I’d still prefer a coffin, and I feel like Lestat would have never chosen a place penthouse. He’s too French for modern builds. “Louis? NO QUALITY WOODEN COFFIN?” He’d say, in a French accent, in disgust.

I am a whore for period piece and they’re taking us to 1910 AND New Orleans? Spoiled. We’ve been spoiled.

Gosh the vulgar language, I am shaking from excitement! Pls!

I know a lot of black folks hate it when they have the white say the n-word, but that ‘unhand me nigger’ comment killed me, that white man forgot where he was for a second

I too agree, anal without consent is against god (I screamed, the whores are funny)

Not Paul tryna play captain save a Ho, man’s brough a Bible Too — I love him.

THE BRAWL! And this whole time Lestat is watching like it’s forplay for later.

HE PULLED A SWORD ON HIS OWN BROTHER? That’s cold Lou, but I respect it, gotta do what you gotta do.

Lestat watching, BRICKED UP, and I cannot believe nobody’s falling in love like this ANYMORE. WE USED RO BE A SOCIETY! (How I imagine Lestat internally, as he watch his man pull a whole sword out of his Pimp 3000 Cain)

Pls not the disgusted faces on the white men watching Louis walk in!!! Fighting for their lives to not say sum — TRY IT :^b

The lines should have been “damn so they just letting anybody in” so I could have really lost it. His racism wasn’t racist enough — I predicted they’d make him a proper French (racist) but they didn’t drive it all the way, and I get why. Can’t have the protagonist calling the other protagonist a nigger after all (well I haven’t seen Ep. 2 so perhaps) but it would be accurate. I just don’t believe white ppl weren’t racist, even the DOCTOR was sliming it around and that’s the homie, y’a know?

Awww Lestat is like a tarot girlie after watching one Tiktok reading and suddenly she sees 11.11 everywhere. “Ah Louis?! I was heading to St. Louis? Hahah so you’re my saint haha”, Lestat pls you look desperate pls breath baby breath (same tho)

His French is so good!  Ça m’a pris par surprise! Qu’est-ce qu’il est français ou il est juste un bon acteur? I could Google it, but how else will I flex that I too, speak French. Lestat is actually my cousins neighbor, oui oui baguette.

LMAOOOO “that explains the attire” SHOTS FIRED. Man’s came for his whole fit, and Lestat laughed it off cuz he’s in love, wow.

Lestat is such a scorpio sun libra Mercury scorpio mars because who tells a story, LEANS FOR A SLUTTY KISS and continues with the same elegance? He’s such a slut, I love it!

The way he just had foreplay and the whole time Louis fighting for his life to not bust. Cuz what? Watching a man touch a woman that way with their gaze fixed on you only? He’s playing with you Lou! RUN (not to fast tho, make it clap as you go tihi)

Am I wrong for thinking Louis was not just mad that Lestat froze him but that he knows without much effort? He knows Louis a raging homosexual and it’s been what? Minutes? Pls!

“I’ve emptied a bank volt to sample” LESTAT! He’s a whore but I’m still shocked, I knew this BUT IM STILL SHCOKED!

He really saw Louis in the act for seconds and decided to not just stay but get a home, furnish it, get a wardrobe, ignore that it’s basically a red light district (sure there’s buisness but he comes off too french to ever accept to live near the sound of cheeks being clapped) JUST cuz Louis is there. When will it be me god?

“You are his destiny Louis”— istfg if I do not experience this soon I will combust. PlS!

The bidding war was so hot and then he placed his ring and I felt it in every fiber of my being. Can’t beleive Lilly didn’t say ‘just get y’a cocks out and let’s do it the proper way’ the way they were slinging

Louis’ idk if I wanna be him, beat him or fuck him moment was real, man’s was fighting gay thoughts with all his might (and looses, later)

His mind filled with just Lestat huh? So the gay thought’s won? I wonder if he tells Lestat that? If he does I think lestat’s head will grow too big for his hats.

Thé poker game was smooth and I love how Louis just went meh, and didn’t question the time freezing, the voice in his mind or the enormous compliment — you are worth more, king. Big ups.

Pls Not them having put and Louis bring smt to read, he’s such a weirdo bro we know you know he’s basically taking you out on dates and you love it! PUT THE BOOK DOWN AND FLIRT BACK *holds up a gun*

THE CINEMA! Such cultured lads! I love them. Out here watching while Lestat watching his snack, I MEAN HIS MAN, I MEAN HIS BUISNESS PARTNER

‘He’s not white he’s French’ — this is what all white Man’a whore tell themsleves. Didn’t I fucking predict they’d say that? Lmaoo I did!

NOT HIM CALLING HIS MOM MAMMA DU LAC! He’s tryna fit in and Paul fighting back from saying sum (not too hard tho cuz now he’s going in lmao GET HIM LIL BRO)

“What’s the nature of your relationship with my brother” All my mind can think off is ‘everybody knows… everybody knows that he fucks you’. Cuz why would he ask that? Clearly that’s your future brother in law AND PAUL KNEW! The voices told him he was amongst the gays tihi

Okay Lestat pls don’t trauma dump on Paul lmao, answer the question or politely ignore it cuz I feel like Paul has some ‘you’ve got the wrong time but the right bitch’-him and just swing cuz what? But I think he’s being pulled in so he couldn’t even move if he wanted to.

NOT LOUIS SETTING IT STREIGHT! Idk why I thought he’d be a pushover after all the dreamy stairs Lestat has given him:)

This is all I can imagine Lestat thinking as he dinned with black ppl probably for the first time ever — rich and educated at that.

Please! A Lilly for his front pocket and a Lilly for Louis to do nothing with but entertain him, tihi

Not her revealing he’s gay, girl, bffr. “It’s okay” this strange white man now knows too fucking much babes but whatever

THE ALMOST TOUCH! I had to close the screen sorry I am used to fluff only (no I am not, but that yanked me)

now he’s in his head, fucking his mind and eyes and watching him get hard for him cuz Lilly ain’t doing shit but be a buffer. A pretty buffer getting a taste of Lestats man FOR NOW! Good *gets closer to screen* IS THAT FINGER SUCKING? Even pulling away in disgust was not convincing babes, !BE WHO YOU ARE!

THE FIGHT FOR DOMINANCE! MY GOSH AND THE RELEASE! It’s like he was pretending before going full ‘yeah now after we’ve kissed and touched titties, you know I’m into it so let me chill’ and he went lax, and now they floating, fucking and sucking. Gosh, this better win an award.

No because I fully beleive being drank from by a vampire is the closest thing humans will ever get to experience true euphoria and that’s why I will not simply be turned immediately. MAKE ME YOUR BLOODBAG FOR AT LEAST SEVEN DAYS AND SEVEN NIGHTS PLS I need to feel the THRILL

That was the most romantic, tender yet agressive love making bloodsucking scene I’ve ever witnessed. I’m bricked up, down there and up here (holds heart)

The wedding! This about to be good cuz y’all know black ppl know how to celebrate!

ARGH THE MONEY TO HER DRESS! The diaspora is ALIVE!

Thé dancing! Arghhhh this show is so freaking black, I love it! Anne is probably rolling in her grave, arguing with Satan to be resurrected so she can sue. Love it here

THE THROWN MONEY! YAAAAAAAS! Y’all don’t understand! This how we really be!!!! Black folks RISE! This one’s for us!

Now they climbing a whole roof just to … see the sunset? Babes… bffr.

Awww “I love you-“ why did that sound like a Goodby! Where is HEGOING NO-

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Noooooooo! I’m fenna cry, PLEASE NOT PAUL! (I knew he dies but I also forgot but I also was just enjoying myself and they caught me slipping. Now I’m pausing to take deep breaths…)

And that was his last sunrise? Yeah, cuz the fucking cameras.

Pls not death is boring… Speak for yourself, some of us have yet to try >:( ( but I’ll probably agree. It’s so inevitable like boo, give us smt fresh, smt unexpected!)

Not his mama tryna blame him… pushed? Babes be fucking Fr rn. Fuck sakes. And his sister not defending or nun. She probably wanted him gone and now she got it.

I just feel bad cuz suicide is a sin and still he did it :/ sad.

MANS PULLED UP TO THE FUNERAL! Lestat you are sick (I love it). PLEASE NOT HIM ACTUALLY NOT GAF! Didn’t even wear black, even tho I know that wardrobe fully stocked!

“Not here” Louis says and Lestat is on sims ‘I texted, I called, I send a pigeon and nothing, ignoring me huh?

THE GASP THAT LEFT ME! NO LESTAT YOU CANT SAY THAT AT THE WALK TO THE FUNERAL! All in attempt to ‘pick me, choose me, love me’ into Louis’ heart, now Louis ready to fist fight you in the same streets you fell for him tsk me tsk tsk. Maybe y’all should step to the side and kiss. Cuz clearly Lestat was NOT leaving …

This is the lvl of toxic and possessiveness I thought I’d see in twilight… y’all fooled me. Cuz Bella would have loved this ngl and I’d have loved it more but Edward is a runner and a track star. Lestat tho? He’d probably kill the whole town for Louis to notice him.

This man went to the burial, didn’t even wait for his obsessive fangirl behavior, AND he killed Lilly leaving nobody for Louis to turn to. Now man’s fighting for his life and all I’m wondering is why no other vampire in history has ever been this obsessive so I’d know this is how fucked up I am (derogatory) wow. Went to every fucking limits just so Louis wouldn’t know peace.

NOT THE CONFESSIONAL WITH THE PRIEST! Louis you don’t even beleive! It’s giving “Ariana! What are you doing here!”

Did Lestat not think of the priest? Tsktsk didn’t even eliminate all sources of outlet! Should have burnt the church, house, brothers and had every townsman flee just to get a text back. For legal reasons I am joking…

Nvm, he barely got into the juicy bits before man’s was dragged out and is now being devoured. (Kinda hot. Didn’t even let Louis finish)

At this point, whenever Louis doesn’t breath is Lestat direction it’s PICK ME CHOOSE ME LOVE ME. He’s so obsessive *plays obsessed by Mariah Carey*

All I see is Lestat being so angry and hurt that Louis went to confess to a god he does not beleive in before he came to Lestat. Like damn. You’d rather come here then come to me ? “Do I mean that little to you-“ type of hurt. :( Aww babes, he’s just afraid cuz once he comes to you, it’s over. That’s the beginning of a life he doesn’t beleive he can have and he’s want all of you … can’t be gay and black in these parts (time + place) I fear

Please not the stabbing! 😭 babes pls you know this man isn’t a regular man, he drank from you and you decided to never speak to him again for a reason.

Pls not the slowmo! It looks so fucking cool! Even when he eats ppl it’s so agressive and looks so painfull! Love messy eater vampires.

“I’m not the devil- but I can give you death-“ Pls why has nobody offered me this ?? It’s not fair! “I love you Louis, you are loved.” Nawl I’m fenna cry. (And I am crying)

Envious that this is not my character arch, I am stuck consuming it rather then being CONSUMED! He wanted to create an infinity Between them. Remove death AND life from the equation!

That was the most beautiful asking ever. The way their just :’) This is such a tender, romantic, loving moment. That moment was … beautiful. I have no words! I too forgot the barbaric scene (lmao as did Louis ofc)

AND THEN CAME THE NOD! THE KISS AND THE BITE! The way he kissed him, alone, I could tell he released all fears and pain he had in this life. Fear of loving a man, of being who he was, pain of being at fault for things — for his role as a pimp, him as a son, a brother to his brother, a provider for his family. The one who promised his father strength without truly ever wanting it but doing it because he was good at it. He was hurting so much and Lestat just liberated him (too bad Louis doenst realize this too is a prison, but with a nice view, unhinged love of your life and a future daughter, have fun)

That was perfect. The description of the transformation — THE HAARTBEATS! Gosh I wanna be able to have senses heightened this much! ImGAINE!

I am SCREAMING it was so quick! I’m a whore for varsity in transformations! Some vampires die and require burials. Some are dead for much longer! EVERYYING! EVERYTHING

This was dead ass the best vampire tv show I’ve ever seen. They gave me black ass moments and I am living! TENDERNESS, POSSESSION! OBSESSION, trauma, laughter, depth! Script was INCREIDBLE! These are really good writers! What a team! And the actors? Give those two their fucking awards RIGHT NOW!

I cannot believe we’re witnessing the best vampire show unfold right before us.