#im so sorry about the radio silence but i DID warn you all i get artblock often

[plulp]

IM NOT A DOCTOR BUT I THINK I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP

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omg bestieeeee i so need hocker h nd ballerina to talk and smooch !!!!! ngl i’m a sucker for protective and jealous h 🤭🤭🤭🤭 🐱

I feel like ive made you guys wait way too long for this one gvkdfjgkf

a continuation of this blurb! (and sort of this one)

word count: 2.3k (we had a lot of ground to cover)

content warnings: minor mentions of smut, slight angst but all is fixed by the end, not ramadan friendly

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talk to me

. . .

Two weeks.

Two weeks of radio silence from Y/N.

Two weeks of over-thinking everything he did that night.

Two weeks of Harry drunk texting her on lonely nights.

please just tell me if you hate me

im so sorry

ill leave you alone if its what you want, I just need to know

Each and every time, Y/N read his messages, eyes scanning over the words, and locked her phone.

The truth is, she doesn't know what she wants from him, if anything. She doesn't know why she felt so attracted to him that night — she was tipsy, not drunk, and in complete control of her actions. She never hooked up with people in public — no messy makeouts, but she certainly never let anyone finger her in the hallway of a bar.

The entire thing was completely unlike her. Maybe that's what scared her the most.

Deep down, she wanted to reply to him, but she didn't even know what to say. She didn't want him to leave her alone — maybe that was selfish, but she liked knowing he was at least a little okay. She'd even been keeping secret tabs on the hockey team. They had won their past two games, but Harry had been thrown out in the most recent one for unsportsmanlike conduct. Apparently, he'd gotten into a fight with one of the players on the other team.

Admittedly, that worried her, but she didn't want to be his babysitter. On top of that, the spring showcase was this weekend, and she'd thrown every last bit of her energy into rehearsing and practicing to make sure her performance would be absolutely flawless.

She didn't have the time — or mental capacity — to worry about Harry right now.

. . .

"You look like an idiot."

Harry rolls his eyes as he adjusts the collar on his button down for the third time. James and his girlfriend Melanie had helped him with ironing it out so it looked presentable enough on his body. Anything he ever did rarely called for slacks and button up shirts, but Melanie advised him to look polished and put-together for tonight.

He wasn't in a place to reject her advice.

The other teammates that James lived with weren't quite as kind. Stephen, a sophomore defenseman who was only on the team for the perks of sleeping with every girl he could get his hands on, wouldn't stop throwing sarcastic comments Harry's way.

"Shut up, Stephen!" Melanie calls from the living room. She marches into James' bedroom as Harry smoothes out a few leftover wrinkles in his slacks, swallowing tightly. "When's the last time you cared about something besides fucking random girls? At least Harry has some direction in his life."

"I'm just saying, the girl's been ignoring him for weeks. She's gonna laugh in his face."

"Leave!" Melanie exclaims, batting him on the shoulder. Stephen lets out a yelp of pain and Harry smirks, despite the anxiety throbbing in his chest. "You're not helping! Get out!"

Reluctantly, Stephen rolls his eyes as he follows Melanie's orders and leaves the room. She sighs and comes up from behind Harry before flashing him a hopeful grin.

"You look great, H. I think this is a really sweet gesture."

He nibbles on his bottom lip as he turns to face her. "Okay, but what if Stephen's dumbass is right? She could call security on me and have me removed."

Melanie gives him a sympathetic look, "Yeah, it's a possibility. But isn't it better to go down fighting?"

He shrugs.

"You said ballet is her everything. It's her entire life. Show her that you're willing to integrate yourself into that."

"Yeah," he breathes out, nodding slowly. "Yeah, you're right."

"I know I am." she grins. "Okay, let's get you over there. Don't forget the flowers you picked up!"

. . .

30 minutes later, Harry can't stop shifting uncomfortably as he sits in an aisle seat in the campus auditorium at Y/N's spring showcase.

The massive bouquet of flowers in his lap keep making his nose run and he feels like he's being suffocated by the buttons on his shirt that go all the way up to his neck. Best of all, according to the show program, Y/N isn't scheduled to go on until the very end. She mentioned to him once that being placed as the finale act is the best and biggest compliment, and he can't fight the bit of pride that thrums in his heart.

For an hour, he sits there, fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt and pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he waits for Y/N to go on. He sits through mediocre singing showcases and even a violin solo that almost puts him to sleep, if not for the older man clearing his throat next to him. Melanie and James even text him during the intermission to see how it's going, but he doesn't have much to report back.

Finally, the show comes to a close and her name is announced, following by the title of the French piece of music she's dancing to. His heart throbs in his chest — he's so nervous for her, especially knowing she hurt her ankle just a few weeks back. But the second she graces the stage, she's a vision of beauty, strength, and delicacy all at the same time. It's enough to take Harry's breath away.

As he sits there watching her, he doesn't move a muscle. Not for a single jump, spin, or step. He doesn't know anything about ballet — not aside from what Y/N has told him — but in that moment, he realizes that he'd be willing to learn every little thing there is to know if it meant she let him back into her life.

She's gorgeous. She offers a flawless performance and the second she's finished, a look of relief washes over her face as she takes a subdued bow, her pretty eyes widening when she sees all the people — Harry included — standing and applauding her.

For Y/N, the hard part was over. For Harry, it had just begun.

. . .

Y/N is elated to have a moment of silence after her performance.

With the dressing room door shut behind her, she lets out a long, deep breath. The dance she'd been driving herself crazy over for months was finally over.

And yet, for some reason, she feels empty.

She shoves it down as sits, eager to get her pointe shoes off. She's ready to shed her costume and get into sweatpants and head home. She knows the rest of the performers are heading out to a party tonight, but she's exhausted.

She's sorting through the bag of clothes she brought when there's a soft knock at the door. She knows she only has around 20 minutes to get out before the janitorial staff starts cleaning, so she rises with a sigh, unlocking the door and opening it.

"I'll be done soon, I just need to change—"

It's not the janitor, though.

It's Harry. Standing there stiffly in a starchy button down with a huge bouquet of flowers that almost encompass the width of his broad shoulders.

"What are you doing here?" she blurts without thinking.

"I came to watch you perform," he replies gently. His throat bobs as he hands her the flowers. "These are for you."

"You didn't watch me." she snorts with a shake of her head. She hasn't accepted the bouquet yet.

"Yes, I did," he instantly fires back, "What, do you wanna see my ticket for proof? I was in seat F34, next to an old man who kind of smelled like soup, and he kept clearing his throat and it was really annoying but I didn't care because I came to see you, and I'd sit through hours of bullshit to watch you dance."

Harry can't read the blank expression of her face, but he takes it as a step in the right direction when she takes the flowers from him. She blinks as she glances past him and then steps aside, motioning for him to come in.

"I have to get my shit together and leave soon, so... just sit in here."

He nods. He's hesitant to allow himself to relax since he's not sure if he's in the clear yet. She closes the dressing room door behind her and places the bouquet on her vanity.

"I need to change," she says, spinning around to face him. "Close your eyes."

He chuckles until he sees the serious expression on her face. "Wait, really?"

"Yes, really."

"But... I— y'know—"

"Just turn the fuck around, Harry."

He does as he's told, shutting his eyes as he listens to her roll her tights down and step out of her leotard. One day, if she let him, he'd be more than happy to do that for her — not even in a sexual way, but he knows how tiring it can be to take off his own gear after a long game. He thinks it would be nice to be there for her.

"Okay, you're good," she murmurs. She's stuffing her things in her tote bag when he bats his eyes back open.

"Are you meeting up with anyone after this? I'm sure your friends came to see you, but I just wanted to maybe talk and... y'know, clear the air a bit." Harry says, wringing his hands nervously in his lap. Y/N furrows a brow as she analyzes his body language. She doesn't think she's actually seen him look anxious before.

"Um... no," she says with a shake of her head before quickly revising her answer, "No, I mean, I'm not meeting up with anyone and no one came to see me. Except you, I guess."

"Wait, really?"

She sighs as she pauses the process of gathering her things. "Really, Harry."

He swallows tightly. They're silent for a moment as she grabs her jacket and throws it over her shoulders.

"Come over and we'll talk. I borrowed my friend Matt's car for the night but— yeah, you can follow me to my place or whatever. And I can't promise I'll be awake for much longer but I think clearing the air could be... good."

A rush of relief makes its way through Harry's body.

"Okay. Yeah, let's do that."

. . .

"I never said it, but you were flawless tonight."

Y/N laughs breathily as she settles onto her couch, a cup of sleepy time tea in her hand. Harry rejected her offer for one (his response had been, "Y/N, do I look like someone who drinks tea with a sleeping bear on it?") but he'd be lying if he said it didn't at least smell good.

"I fucked up on one of my jetés — I'll get yelled at for it on Monday, but otherwise I'm decently content with the performance."

"Well, you couldn't tell," Harry replies, "Seriously. You were perfect."

Her cheeks warm and she stares down at her tea. Her legs are sprawled out in front of her while Harry sits on the other edge of the couch, giving her plenty of room to stretch out.

"So... clearing the air."

Harry clears his throat and nods, prepared to embark on the speech he'd been practicing in his head for weeks. But then, she speaks.

"I'm sorry for running out on you and ignoring you," she says, keeping her gaze down in her lap. "That wasn't... I'm not the best person. I'm bad at feelings and I use ballet as a crutch. I figure it's the one thing I'm really, exceptionally good at, and that should give me a pass in life but I know that's not true. I can't just go around treating people like shit because I'm... scared."

"What are you scared of?" Harry asks through furrowed brows. "I'm sorry if I stepped out of line that night, I should've been better—"

"You didn't. You were great. You did everything perfectly," she replies with a shake of her head. Her response surprises him, but he tries to hide the shock on his face. "I'm scared because you're you. You're a hotshot hockey player and, besides this showcase, you're the only other thing I've thought about these past few weeks. That's horrifying for me."

"Is this...?" Harry attempts to roll his lips into a thin line, preventing a smirk from bursting onto his face. "Is this a very Y/N way of telling me that you like me?"

She groans, as if it's the worst thing to ever happen to her, and it makes Harry laugh.

"Don't laugh at me!" she exclaims. That only makes Harry cackle even louder as he slowly crawls over to her, taking her warm cup of tea out of her hands and placing it on the coffee table.

"You're cute when you're exasperated." he murmurs. She pouts and his eyes crinkle with a grin as he peels her shaky hands away from her face.

"You're the one exasperating me."

"I know," he replies lowly, licking his lips as his face hovers over hers, "I like it."

"This isn't us agreeing to date, by the way." she quickly tacks on. He issues out a mhm as he leans forward, testing the waters, and pressing a light kiss to her nose. "We need to take it slow. Like, painfully slow. Or else I'll freak out and run away again."

"Whatever you want." he mumbles, kissing her right cheek. "I mean it."

"And you can't just overwhelm me whenever you feel like it."

He laughs and kisses her left cheek, then her forehead.

"Okay. Any other demands?"

He stops pasting kisses to her face then, instead choosing to simply loom his lips over hers. He can feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest and watches as she swallows nervously.

"No," she finally whispers. "Just kiss me."

And so he does.

[jgracie]

LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO — PERCY + DAUGHTER OF APHRODITE

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❝ Can I request percy x daughter of Aphrodite? ❞ — 🧸

in which percy dates a daughter of aphrodite

pairing percy jackson x aphrodite!reader

warnings i had to break up percabeth for the plot im sorry 😞, one swear word

on the radio . . . love me like you do (ellie goulding)

When Percy and Annabeth broke up, all of Camp Half-Blood was in shock

In their minds, they were the couple. The one little kids would look up to and teens would pray to emulate. How could they possibly break up?

Percy wished he knew. I mean, he kind of understood why, but part of him was still confused

You see, it was Annabeth who’d ended things. Annabeth, who had been head-over-heels in love with Percy ever since they were 12. She was nice about it, luckily, but Percy was still hurt

The reason why she ended their relationship was because she wanted to discover herself, and she couldn’t do that with Percy by her side. She’d been stuck in camp nearly her whole life until Percy came along, and when he did, she spent years doing quests and fighting by his side

She felt like she knew who Percy’s girlfriend was, and who Athena’s daughter is, but not Annabeth. That’s why she ended things

Every day, Percy would mope around his cabin, his heart shattered. Annabeth was his first love. He was happy for her, of course, but a larger part of him was sad for himself

To make matters worse, the Fates seemed to be working against him, since he got broken up with just a week before his mother and Paul’s wedding. How was he supposed to attend an event celebrating love when he lost his?

Besides, now he doesn't have a date. Annabeth was still going to go, of course, but with her own ticket, not his +1. The seats were already booked and paid for though, so he couldn’t tell his parents to remove one

Which is why he was in his current situation. Standing outside of the Aphrodite cabin, debating whether or not he should walk away

Percy hated to beg, but he didn’t have much choice. The Aphrodite kids were most likely to agree to go with him, since they love everything to do with love, especially weddings

Recollecting himself, Percy knocked on the front door

“Oh, hi Percy!” Piper said, inviting him in. As soon as he walked in, the whole cabin went silent, all eyes on him. Out of all the people in camp, Aphrodite’s kids were the most interested in his breakup with Annabeth. Percy knew they didn’t mean any harm, as matters of love just genuinely piqued their interest, but he hated the way their eyes were always watching their every move

Quietly, he told Piper, “I want to ask your siblings something, if that's okay,” then, when Piper nodded, he addressed the rest of the cabin, “so… My mom and step-dad are getting married next week and I was supposed to go with Annabeth but she’s not my date anymore and I still have an extra invite so I was wondering if maybe one of you guys wanna come?”

The room, which was once so silent you could hear a pin drop, suddenly became awfully loud as they all argued about who should go with Percy. This didn’t last very long though, thanks to Piper

Eyebrows furrowed, Piper clapped her hands, immediately silencing her siblings, “before you all start drawing lots to see who goes, I’m going to check and see if Y/N wants to go. I think we can all agree she needs this more than anyone, right?”

To Percy’s surprise, there was no arguing regarding this. He’d heard about you in passing before - Aphrodite’s most beautiful daughter, favoured by the Goddess herself not just for your extreme good looks but for your warm heart, dating Annabeth’s half-sibling Ali - but nothing about you needing to attend weddings

Piper went over to a bunk in the corner of the room, one Percy hadn’t noticed was occupied until now, and spoke to you in a hushed tone. When she pointed at Percy, you turned to look at him, and he could see that your eyes were bloodshot

With your arm wrapped around Piper’s, you made your way over to Percy, unfazed by the eyes that were locked on you, “I’ll go with you.”

You spent the days leading up to the wedding getting to know each other, since neither of you wanted to attend a wedding with a stranger, and discovered you actually had a lot in common

Namely, both of you were broken up with by children of Athena. Turns out, you were no longer Ali’s girlfriend - he’d broken up with you a couple days after Annabeth broke up with Percy. Not a lot of people knew, since the news of your own breakup was overshadowed by Percy’s

When he heard that, he apologised, but you’d smiled at him and told him it was fine, since you didn’t want much attention on the breakup anyway. That was Percy’s first time seeing you smile since hanging out with you, and he felt as if Eros himself had shot an arrow right through his heart

He couldn’t fall for you though, not now at least. Both of you were healing from breakups

The longer you met up with Percy, the better you felt. You were absolutely devastated when your now ex had broken up with you, saying something along the lines of, “it’s not you, it’s me,” when you begged for an explanation

You knew the truth, though. People in camp didn’t see you as anything other than Aphrodite’s favourite daughter, a pretty girl who just cared about her makeup and romance novels. While you loved both things, you weren’t anywhere near that level of shallowness

So, they date you just to say that the most gorgeous girl in camp’s dating them, then break up with you the moment you say anything remotely intellectual, challenging their masculinity

Usually, you didn’t care too much, since you know your own self-worth, but for some reason, your breakup with Ali really hurt. Maybe it’s because you thought as a son of Athena, with sisters who were also smart, he’d understand

You spent the first couple days after your breakup doing nothing other than crying in your bunk and reading romance books (which only made you feel worse). Your siblings, bless their hearts, had tried to make you feel better - doing your nails, telling you jokes - but nothing worked

Until Percy. You didn’t know if it was the fact that he was going through a breakup too, or the fact that he was still funny despite having his heart broken too, but he was the only person who knew how to make you smile, pulling you out of the pit you were in and allowing you to bask in the daylight

The week flew by, and eventually, it was time for the wedding. Your siblings fawned all over you as they did your hair and makeup, an Aphrodite cabin tradition. Usually, this tradition was only performed before first dates as a ‘good luck charm’ of sorts, but they decided to do it for you before the wedding

You thought they were just being sweet, forgetting that you shared a mother and therefore they of all people would know when you met the one. Your siblings saw the way Percy brought the glow back to your skin, and were eternally grateful as now they had their precious sister back

They were also grateful to him because you’d be gone for a whole day, meaning there was nothing stopping them from taking revenge on the Athena cabin :) Never underestimate the power of love!

“Hi Percy!” You said, waving, a bright smile plastered on your face. The dress you were wearing was a colour your mother knew suited you perfectly, and it cascaded down your body in waves, the lace detailing doing nothing to calm Percy’s rapidly beating heart.

The poor boy was genuinely afraid he’d pass out as he held an arm out for you, which you gladly took, wanting to be as close to him as possible, “you look gorgeous,” he said, blushing

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied, the grin on your face growing. Your cheeks hurt, but something about Percy had you unable to stop smiling

Together, you left camp and headed for the wedding venue - Montauk beach

As a daughter of Aphrodite, you had a lot of experience with weddings. For some reason, wedding invites always seemed to find their way to the children of love, and so you’ve attended lots of them

And you adored every single one, of course, but they all paled in comparison to Sally and Paul’s. It wasn’t the most extravagant you’ve ever attended - just a small wedding with only close friends and family (and you) invited, but you could feel the love radiating off of the newlyweds

That alone made it your favourite, and as a warm, fuzzy feeling coated your body and soul while they were saying their vows, you turned to look at Percy. The corners of his lips were tilted in a smile, knowing how much his mother deserved her happily ever after

Would you ever experience a love like that? And if so, was there a chance it could be with Percy? Sure, you’d only properly known him for a week, but the two of you connected so quickly! Surely, that had to be a sign

You quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. Even if it was a sign, you knew neither of you were ready to date yet

So, when the wedding ended, you said your goodbyes and walked side-by-side in silence, unsaid words hanging in the air between you

That was until your heel broke. You knew these weren’t a good pair, having had many close calls before, but you’d hoped they’d last just one more wear since they matched the rest of your outfit so well

“Shit!” You said, stumbling as the heel finally gave in. Subconsciously, Percy grabbed you by the waist, saving you from an awful fall whilst pulling you closer to him. You felt your face heat up at this gesture, which wasn’t doing much to help your confusing feelings

He then let go of you, bending down to untie his shoelaces. Furrowing your brows, you asked, “what’re you doing?” Percy didn’t reply until he’d taken off both shoes, offering them to you

“You can wear these. I have socks,” you couldn’t believe your ears. None of the men you went out with before would even think to do something so selfless. You shook your head, about to tell him you couldn’t do that, when he bent down to put the shoes on you (PERSEUS JACKSON 😭🙏🏼). They weren’t your size, but it wasn’t the end of the world

Shyly, you mumbled, “thank you,” then, looking off to the side, you said, “we can still hang out at camp, right? You’re a really good friend, Percy. I haven’t felt this happy in a while.”

“Of course, Y/N, what kind of question is that? You make me really happy too!”

At that moment, a dove flew over and landed on your shoulder. You smiled, scratching his head. Judging by the fact that it smelt like perfume, it was pretty safe to assume your mother sent it

A good omen

After the wedding, you continued to hang out. In fact, you did everything together - you made sure your cabins were on the same side when playing capture the flag, you joined forces during the chariot races, you even started sleeping at Percy’s cabin every once in a while, on the days when your meetups went past curfew and you couldn’t risk leaving in case the harpies caught you

As the months passed, the gash in your heart healed, and you got to a point where you wouldn’t even think about Ali anymore. How could you, when Percy was right there? He didn’t feel challenged by your brains, he embraced your cleverness and encouraged you to share your thoughts at all times

Percy also started getting over Annabeth. He wasn’t ever upset at her for breaking up with him, but he definitely avoided her. He felt bad about it, but every time he tried to hang out with her again, his heart would ache

Now, their relationship had gone back to what it was before their breakup, and she’d even join the two of you occasionally. On one of her visits, she apologised on her brother’s behalf, to which you were elated to reply with, “Gods, I completely forgot about that!”

Annabeth would simply smile, knowing you had your eyes on someone else now

In fact, everyone seemed to know you and Percy liked each other. Everyone but the two of you

That’s why they’d orchestrated this. The Apollo, Aphrodite and Dionysus cabins, as well as a couple demigods from other cabins, decided to throw a party in celebration of… well, a holiday

The point of this was that there was no special occasion. You and Percy would arrive at this ‘party’ only to realise you’d been tricked, then stay because you just love being around each other, then the fireworks would illuminate the sky and you’d realise how much you love each other and share a romantic kiss under the stars

At least, that’s what your siblings thought would happen

So, news about the celebration passed around camp and eventually made its way to you. You weren’t going to go at first, since you didn’t even know what you were supposed to be celebrating, but then Percy told you he was going. Why would you pass up the opportunity to go to a party with him?

The night arrived, and you left your cabin alone. When you asked your siblings why they weren’t coming, they just started yapping about needing to iron their outfits and wash their makeup brushes, telling you they’d catch up with you later. You left, not questioning much

Hiding behind the bushes was a strange group: Pollux, Kayla Knowles, Piper Mclean and Annabeth Chase. The four had their eyes locked on where you and Percy were supposed to meet up, praying their plan would work

“Ugh, where are they? They’re taking forever!” Kayla exclaimed, quickly earning a chorus of shushes from the other three

“I’m sure they’ll come soon,” Piper told the girl, putting some charmspeak into her words so everyone would calm down

On cue, you and Percy arrived at the venue, your laughter dying down as you realised not a single soul was there. Looking down at his watch, Percy said, “I thought we were late. Doesn’t this thing start at 9PM? It’s 9:30 right now.”

“Yeah,” you replied. You had a feeling there was something bigger at play here. Shrugging your shoulders, you sat on the grass and patted the spot next to you, telling Percy to sit

“This area’s actually really nice, we should come here more often,” you said as you looked around. Percy hummed in agreement

Eventually, the four decided you spent enough time chatting, and Pollux lit the fireworks, which shot up to the sky as bright pink hearts. You checked your surroundings, demigod instincts on alert. Had a monster infiltrated camp? Was this their idea of a sick joke?

Percy placed a calming hand on your shoulder, “hey, I don’t think there’s anyone around. It’s okay.” The tension left your body and you looked up at the sky, your head on Percy’s shoulder as you watched the fireworks

There were too many signs

You turned to the boy, and found he was already looking at you

There were too many signs

You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer to you, feeling his breath on your skin. He let you

There were too many signs

You kissed him then, and he kissed back

Dating hcs now 🥳 I think that’s the longest backstory I’ve ever written

You’re a “if you do it, I’ll do it” kind of couple. Even without your charmspeak, you could convince Percy to rob a building just by saying you wanted him to

Sally and Paul were really happy when they found out you started dating. Even though it’d been almost a year since their wedding, they hadn’t forgotten the loving glances you’d take at each other

You tell them their wedding’s your favourite by far and they have to fight the urge to cry

Percy quite literally worships the ground you walk on. You’re not Percy’s girlfriend, he's Y/N’s boyfriend LOL. As your relationship progresses, you open up about all your other relationships and only your charmspeak could stop him from going and giving all those guys a lecture

He’s always hyping you up and reminding you of how you’re worthy of love!!! Even a daughter of Aphrodite needs to hear it sometimes

One day, the Gods seem to be smiling down at him, since he finally gets an opportunity to speak with Ali. Life went majorly downhill for your ex-boyfriend ever since you broke up, and while you’d never wish horrible things upon anyone, you couldn’t help but feel a little happy to hear it

Anyways. Percy was heading to the climbing wall when Ali bumped into him. The latter grunted an apology and Percy was going to just smile at him and continue his journey when he noticed who it was

Immediate scowl. If you listen closely you can hear the nearest body of water churning, mirroring Percy’s emotions. Ali attempts to continue going where he was going but Percy stops him, refusing to let him go until he gets an earful of how you’re the best girl in the world and how scum like him didn’t deserve to be anywhere near a queen like you <3

He thinks you don’t know he did this but one of your siblings was around and reported to you as soon as they saw you! They also told the rest of your cabin and from then on the Aphrodite cabin = official Percy fanclub

This boy loves listening to you talk. Your voice is so gorgeous, just like the rest of you, he can’t help it!! Your words flowed in a way Percy never thought words could

Gets you to read things aloud whenever he can. It’s really funny but also cute so you do it anyway

“Sweetie can you read this I can’t see it very clearly” “Percy that’s the camp entrance you know what it says” “No I think my eyesight is getting worse!!” “Okay fine, it says ‘Camp Half-Blood’”

Also random but you guys watch Say Yes to the Dress and other wedding related TV shows together. A wedding intertwined your fates so naturally you love watching these kinds of things

Always commenting on the dresses! You have an eye for beauty and at first he agrees with you just because you’re so pretty how could he disagree? But eventually you pass your tastes onto him and it’s like he can read your mind

After many of these episodes Percy’s mind can’t help but gravitate towards the theme of marriage and all of a sudden he’s planning your own wedding (WINK WINK!!!!)

This is especially bad in the middle of the night. Texts you pictures of wedding venues with the caption “do you want me to book this one?” Like okay sure for 5 years from now?!?!

Percy “wear whatever you want babe I can fight” Jackson the man you are <3

[sturnsbaebackup]

IS IT OVER NOW? - MATT STURNIOLO (PART TWO)

i highly recommend reading part one before you read this, which is linked here!

summary: after seeing matt at the party and admitting you still have feelings for him, things aren’t so radio silent between you two anymore.

warnings: not proof read lolll sorry if there’s typos 😛

—

immediately after the party, a week went by of still no contact from matt after your heated encounter with him.

at that party a few weeks ago, you spat out plenty of angry words at him and he did the same to you, which had been keeping you both up at night. both of you wishing you could take the entire situation back. you and matt just wanted each other, but neither of you knew how to break the silence. that was until matt decided to text you last week, asking if you wanted to go for a drive.

…

you hear your phone buzz as you begin to start falling asleep, and you groan in annoyance. you roll over in your bed and grab your phone off of the charger. your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you see the familiar contact photo appear on your lock screen.

“what the fuck?” you blurt out, immediately sitting upright in your bed and opening his text.

matt | can i come pick you up in like 10 mins? i’m in the car and im not too far from you. we gotta talk

read 12:24 am

you take your sweet time rereading the text to make sure you’re not dreaming. it’s been pure radio silence from matt since the party, and the first thing he texts you is that?!

matt | you have your read receipts on yk

read 12:26 am

“oh fuck,” you mumble, immediately starting to type out a response. your hands are trembling a little due to all of the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

you | oops sorry but yeah ofc just text me when you’re here

he reacts to the message with a thumbs up, and you immediately bolt out of bed. you curl your eyelashes quickly and add a little bit of blush on your cheeks and nose. he knows you were about to sleep, so there’s no point in putting on obvious makeup. you grab a random hoodie from your closet and throw on some slippers. you look homeless, but who cares. it’s just matt.

that’s what you keep repeating in your head to yourself in an attempt to calm the nerves that are practically doing somersaults in your stomach.

it’s just matt. it’s just matt. its just matt. nothing to be scared of. it’s just matt.

your thoughts are broken up when your phone dings with the message of matt letting you know he’s waiting in the car outside. you exhale deeply as you lock the door behind you, shivering in the cold, late night, los angeles air. muffled music can be heard from the outside of matt’s car, and his eyes are glued to his phone. he’s just as nervous as you are, maybe even more.

your hand wraps around the door handle, and you pull it gently in an attempt to not frighten matt. his eyes look up at you and lock with yours, making your heart skip a beat.

“hi matt,” you say awkwardly as you sit in his passenger seat.

“y/n, hi,” he smiles softly, beginning to put the car in drive. you keep your eyes down at your feet as the car begins to drive away, the silence killing you internally. in previous moments like this, you both would be fighting over aux not even a minute into the car ride, but this time it’s dead silent with quiet music playing in the back.

“so, you wanted to talk?” you blurt out, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“yeah, but i was hoping maybe we could get some mc donald’s before we have the serious conversation? you know, like old times,” he says, reminding you of the times where after a bad fight you guys would talk things out in a parking lot over a shared mcflurry and fries.

you let out a soft chuckle, “yeah okay, sounds perfect.” the silence isn’t as awkward as before, but the tension is so tense you genuinely could cut it with a knife. your thumbs fiddle in the front pocket of your sweatshirt as you wait for the traffic light to change, the mcdonald’s drive thru being at the other end of the intersection.

“can i get two oreo mcflurrys and a large fry?” matt asks the lady working the drive thru. she calculates the total and you immediately reach for your wallet to grab your card, but matt quickly stops you.

his hand now rests on your forearm, “no y/n. let me pay, i’m the one who dragged you out so late,” he smiles softly. when he notices his hand on your arm he quickly takes it off, making your heart sink a little. ‘things aren’t how they used to be, we aren’t dating, and you need to realize that,’ you mentally tell yourself.

eventually you guys get your food and pull into the far back corner of the parking lot. it’s very dimly lit but the flickering florescent street light that’s shining on matt is making the dark bags under his eyes extremely visible. you’re quick to notice them, and you instantly know he hasn’t been getting much sleep at all, and you have a guess that the reason is what he’s about to talk to you about.

he unbuckles the seatbelt and rotates in his seat, resting his back against his door facing you. “so… first of all how’ve you been?”

you pick up a fry from the bag that rests on the center console, letting it cool off between your fingers as you speak up. “i’ve been uh— you know. just living, i guess. how have you been?” you shrug, putting the fry in your mouth.

“not good, honestly. that’s why i texted you,” matt admits, looking down at his thumbs that reside in his lap. your heart drops at his statement and an overwhelming feeling of sadness rushes over you. if you and matt were still dating, you would be pulling him in a tight hug and holding his head against your chest. but you can’t do that, so you just sit and looking at him.

“what?” you ask, hoping you heard him wrong.

“i haven’t been getting much sleep. like, at all. i really miss you, and i fucked up at that party. i never should’ve been trying to make you jealous with her. that wasn’t fair to either of you, and your words keep playing through my mind every night. it keeps me up at night.”

you take a moment to process what you’re hearing, and sigh. “matt come here,” you say, putting your mcflurry down into the cupholder and leaning over the center console to hug matt. he looks up at you with sad eyes, confused at what you’re about to do, but as soon as he realizes, he immediately hugs you back.

you pull his head into your chest and rest your hand over his left cheek, making sure to hold him as close as possible. you press gentle kisses on the top of his head as your fingers play with the ends of his hair.

“i miss you, y/n. i love you so much and i’m so sorry i thought we needed space, i was so unbelievably wrong. i was just going through a weird phase for like a month and shoved you away, but i really think you’re the only person who can calm me down. you bring me back to earth, y/n,” matt mumbles against your chest.

“shh matty, it’s okay. we don’t need to talk about it yet, let’s just enjoy the moment,” you mutter into his hair softly. eventually you and matt break the hug and continue to catch up on everything you guys have missed in each others lives within the last few weeks.

“speaking of clothing— is that my hoodie?” matt asks you, sidetracking from your conversation.

you look down at the gray nike sweatshirt that rests on your body, and your cheeks flare up with heat. “oh my god! that’s so embarrassing, i had no idea this was yours. i just grabbed the first hoodie i could find. i swear i thought i gave this back to you,” you blush.

matt chuckles, “keep it. it looks cute on you. plus, you’re just gonna end up stealing all of the hoodies you gave back to me.”

“you know me so well,” you laugh as you throw a fry at matt.

“hey watch it! i just got the car cleaned!”

[luvrxbunny]

idk

Pairing: No Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Prompt: Praise 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, praise (kinda like body worship), age-gap, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.8k

A/N: this might suck im so sorry, its super rushed. also I couldn't think of a name (not proofread at all)

You shake your head as your friends laugh. They always think it’s funny, and although it doesn’t bother you very much, it’s still quite annoying. Your friends seem to think that your relationship with Joel is a fling, some sort of manic, impulsive decision to date someone so much older than you. You’ve explained to them over and over again that what you have with Joel is as real as it gets. You’ve never been more in love with anyone, but they think you’re dickmatized, they’re waiting for you to ‘snap out of it’.

“I told you guys, I love him.” You state before finishing your drink, rolling your eyes at the way they giggle. You check your phone for updates but all you get is Joel’s same ‘15 minutes away.’ text that was there the last time you checked. You pray that every light he comes across is green and the streets are empty, you want to get out of here as soon as possible. 

“I don’t even know if I believe that!” Stacey is drunker than she should be, saying things she shouldn’t be. You’ve grown used to it now, she’s the one who has the most to say about your relationship. “I feel like you treat him like…” She laughs abruptly. “Like he’s your boss or something!” She cackles again at the way your face drops. “And he- he could be, ‘cause he’s so old.” You take a deep breath and look up at her, your face blank as her laughter dies down. 

“Joel is-” Just uttering his name from your lips brings a smile to your face. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He understands me, my needs, and my wants in a way that I don’t even understand. I’ve known him for a year and a half now, I’ve known you much longer, yet he knows more about me than you ever will. He’s my everything and that’s never gonna change. I’m not upset at you, just to clarify.” You say with a soft chuckle. “I think all of this is coming from a place of jealousy if I’m being completely honest. I hope that you find someone who loves you like you’re his entire universe.” You begin to collect your things, deciding you can wait for Joel outside. 

“He makes me feel like an angel, like-” You laugh at their shocked and confused expressions. They have no clue what you’re talking about, it makes you pity them a bit, but it mostly makes you happy, feeling lucky you were able to find it. “Anyway…” You chuckle awkwardly and stand to leave. “That’s how I feel about him. So, if you could like… not, say things insinuating that I don’t love my boyfriend, I would really love that.” You smile and awkwardly bow/curtsey at them, waving and walking away. You’re a bit embarrassed at the silence in the room as you walk away. You turn the corner as quickly as you can and jump at the man standing in the middle of the foyer. 

“Joel!? Oh- You scared the shit outta me!” You place a hand over your heart with a smile, taking deep breaths as you walk toward him. “Did you text? I’m sorry there was an… altercation.” He nods at you slowly and only then do you realize his stare. It’s different from the one you usually get, softer, more watery somehow. “I know.” He pauses to take a deep breath as you reach him. His hand reaches out for yours and you take it with a confused smile as you both start walking to the front door. “I uh- I heard actually.”

Joel feels your hand tense in his for a moment as you let out a nervous giggle. “Oh! That- That’s great.” You chuckle and glance up at him for a moment, mumbling. “That’s so embarrassing.” He laughs gently at that, his hand leaving yours once you guys reach the car. “That’s not true, darlin’.” He says as he climbs into the car. You’re chuckling quietly, still embarrassed as you ride home in near silence, the only noise being the little hum of the radio. 

He doesn’t bring it up until after dinner, you’re both on the couch, in Joel's shirt, watching some movie that recently came out but Joel’s mind is on the rant he heard from you earlier. He had shown up unannounced due to his phone dying mid-way through the drive-over. He heard Stacey mention the way you act toward him, how unaffectionate you were. Joel doesn’t necessarily agree with that but he’s definitely questioned your feelings toward him before, constantly wondering if you actually like him or if you’re just lonely. So of course he wanted to hear your answer, he prepared himself for the worst, held his breath, grit his teeth, and waited for the pain of your answer. His heart stuttered when you paused after “Joel is-” 

He was ready to hear the most heartbreaking words tumble from your mouth next, but then you said he was the best thing to ever happen to you, and his heart stopped. His eyes went wide as you rambled on, saying wonderful thing after wonderful thing. He felt his heart tremble inside his chest, loving the things you were saying, and the way you were defending him against your friends. The fact that you were outwardly announcing the extreme feelings you have for him made so many different emotions swirl through him. He was in a daze until you turned the corner, and he’s fallen into that same one again. 

You can feel Joel staring at you, you can see his head turned your way from the corners of your eye. You’re trying to ignore it, but he clears his throat and you turn toward him. “You okay?” His face is a bit frantic and he’s looking at you in that way again, the one you couldn’t really explain. He’s taking slow breaths and turns to you, letting you know this was going to be a whole conversation. You face him, letting the TV play because you don’t even understand the movie anyway. 

“Why don’t you talk to me that way?” His question baffles you. You glace over at the TV, seeing if he's referring to something that happened in the movie but come up with nothing. You turn back to him slowly, watching his expectant, worried expression, and furrow your brows at him, prompting him to explain himself. “Back at Stacey’s house, you were sayin’ real nice things.” You feel the temperature in the room rise as embarrassment creeps into your bones. 

‘Why don’t you talk to me that way?’

“Do you want me to?” You ask concerned. You would never want to even imagine that Joel isn’t feeling loved enough, that you’re not giving him enough, despite all the things you do for him. You reach out for him, waving your hands toward yourself to motion him closer. His head is hung, staring at the couch’s cushions as he scoots himself to you. “I can start telling you all this stuff. I- Honestly I didn’t think you’d want to hear it.” You giggle nervously and take a sudden interest in the couch's patterns. 

Joel’s shocked to his core at your words but quickly takes your opening. “I’d really like it if you’d tell me... I get worried that maybe you don’t- “ He takes a deep breath, his chest heaving with a sigh. “That maybe you don’t like me as much as I-” You cut him off with a hurt, yet firm, “No!”

“Joel you’re so so-” You grunt, unable to explain the way he makes you feel. “You just- You’re everything good, and positive, and amazing in this world.” His entire body relaxes as he lets out a relieved sigh. “You’re perfect. You can’t even argue with me on that. You’re literally my dream guy. You’re kind, even though you’re hot enough that you probably don’t even need to be as nice as you are. You care about me and my feelings even though I’d probably just let you use my body, and throw me away if you really wanted. I-” You pause and take a breath- already worried about how he’ll take some of the things you’ve said. You give him a shy smile, a small laugh slipping out at his dazed look. 

Joel couldn’t breathe as you spoke. His heart was swelling at every word, but there was also a dull hum in his lower stomach that was growing the longer you did. It flares up when you meet his eyes, giving him that pretty smile he loves so much. His head is all jumbled up. He doesn’t know if you’ve asked him something or if he should be responding. All he knows is that he really wants- really needs more. “Can-” He clears his throat, stalling and trying to clear his mind a bit. “Could you tell me more about- about my looks? How-” He feels anxiety flare in his chest as he requests. He’s looking at his hands, examining his knuckles, completely terrified at how you’ll react to the request, scared that you’ll have a look on your face that’ll break his heart. “How do you feel about ‘em?”

Joel has to fight the urge to run his fingers through his hair, run his nails along his beard to comb it and maybe cover the patches. He’s already regretting asking you. He didn’t get enough sleep last night, he probably has bags and he can’t even begin to think about how many gray hairs he has littering his head, and his beard. This shirt is a little too tight too, he can feel his stomach pressing against the fabric.

What do I expect her to say? Fuck, this was a stupid fuckin’ idea. I should’ve at least looked in goddamn mir-

His thoughts are cut off by a squeal and your shaking body. You’re wiggling yourself back and forth on the couch, bouncing in excitement. “Oh my god, Joel, I have so much to say.” He’s astonished at your excitement, at how eager you are to praise him. He can feel the humming in his stomach intensify. “You’re so-” Your voice drops to an adorably shy whisper. “You’re so fucking hot.” He lets out a soft gasp as you straighten your back, place your hands in your lap, and put on a semi-serious face before speaking. 

“So the first thing that’s coming to mind right now is your thighs.” His eyes flicker down, but it doesn’t clarify anything. “How big they are, how thick and meaty- Ugh! I love them so much!” His heart warms and his pulse races at the way you’re smiling, as though telling him these things brings you actual, genuine, joy. “So next I’d like to mention your arms- oh, your arms. They’re so thick, you’re so strong” Your hand comes up slowly to squeeze his bicep, then caress it softly and he can feel himself hardening in his pants. He finally understands the feelings your words cause, he’s grateful, feeling incredibly loved, and insanely turned on. 

“Now I wanna talk about your shoulders! Okay so, what really messes me up like- in general, is how fucking-” You take a shaky breath, that shy smile on your face again as you look at his lap, almost crying at how empty it looks. He notices your hesitance, where your gaze is and he sits back, opening his legs a bit wider and tilting his head toward it. He’s ready to have you on him, for you to know how this is affecting him. His breathing is already speeding up at the thought, watching you climb into his lap. You gasp, eyes wide, a devious smile on your face as you stare at him after feeling the way he's pressing into his jeans for you. “Joel…” Your tone is teasing but playful, bringing a smile to his face as you settle yourself in his lap. 

“You like this? That’s why you want me to talk to you all nice?” His mouth drops open as his hips tilt up, pressing into you as his cock hardens fully. You can feel him filling out his boxers as he nods eagerly at you. You’re grinning as he lowers his hips back down but keeps a small grind for his personal sanity. “Can you keep-”

You’re nodding and continuing before he can finish. “You’re so big, Joel.” The compliment comes out as a whine and you tilt your hips toward him, pressing your chest against his, and your clit into the tip of his dick. He’s groaning your name and bringing his hands to your hips, pushing you into him. “You’re so broad, m-makes me feel so safe.”

He’s kissing your cheek as you speak, grinding up into you, and pressing your hips to him. Your head is getting clouded, consumed with your love for Joel, with the pleasure you’re giving him. “You- Your hair.” His heart stutters slightly, nervous about what you’ll say. “The curls, and it’s so soft and-” Your eyes slip shut as your hips take over, moving on their own as you grip Joel’s hair, pulling him into your chest. “The salt and pepper look is so good, Joel.”

“Fuck me.” His eyes roll back and his hands push your hips up. His hands fumble with his belt as you smother him in your chest, whining about how much you love him. “Love that this turns you on s’much, baby. It’s so fucking cute.” He can hear the smile in your voice and his eyes roll back as he lets out a sweet moan of your name, pressing the heel of his palm into his dick for a moment. 

“Sweetheart, I gotta-” His words are broken by a whine as he finally gets his cock out of his pants, wrapping his warm hand and pumping his cock perfectly. He could cum like this, with you above him, telling him about every feature of his and how it affects you. Your hips are still swiveling in the air as you speak, waiting and looking for something to press against your pussy. It’s the only reason he doesn’t just keep jerking himself to your words. “I gotta fuck you, darlin’. Need you so bad, I want you so much.”

You don’t even look back, you just pull your panties aside, and lower yourself onto him, trusting that he’ll lead himself to the right hole. You’re clinging to his neck as you sink down, moaning his name over and over as he stretches you out. “You’re so tight, baby. Holy shit.” You clench down on him, and pull out of his neck, pressing a sloppy kiss against his mouth. 

He’s thrusting into you slowly, hands gripping your hips to keep your rhythm steady. You’re letting out beautiful moans and little mumbles into his lips, not having the restraint to pull away for even one second. Joel slides his hand from your hip, up your back to hold the back of your neck gently, and pulls you away from him. “What is it, honey?” 

He’s breathless as he fucks into you, his dick pulsing already. He grunts and closes his eyes as you moan incoherent words at him. You’re trying to answer him, your brain has completely turned to mush from the way he’s pounding into you. “-eyes are so p-pretty.” 

Joel’s eyes snap open again. “Your lips are so soft and-” You’re still praising him, still rattling off your list of things that you find arousing about him. He doesn’t understand how you even have this much material, how even though you’re too fucked out to grind yourself on his cock properly, but you can still talk all about how much he turns you on, and how beautiful you think he is. He can feel his balls tightening. 

His hand cups your face, sticking his thumb into your mouth as you whine and hump him harder. He’s trying not to focus too much on how warm, and wet your mouth is and slips his thumb out, ignoring the whimper you give. He relishes in the groan that’s pulled from your chest as he puts pressure on your aching, swollen clit. He’s rubbing circles before you can finish your moan of his name, your eyes roll back, and your body tenses. Joel’s in shock at how quickly he’s got you cumming around him. Your pussy spasms and your hips jerk against him with your mouth open in a silent moan. 

Joel keeps his finger running over your clit as he watches you cum, still thrusting into you, chasing that last push he needs to fall over the edge. You give it to him without him having to ask. “Fuck me so perfect, Joey-” You pitch up into a whine and tangle your hands in his hair roughly. “A g-good boy, such a great guy-” You’re cut off as he bucks into you, his hips lifting off the couch completely, almost throwing you off as he groans and fills you to the brim.

He’s resting his head against your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you and holding your body to his as he throbs inside you, spilling all he has into your pulsing hole. He's huffing out groans in time with the ropes his dick is spurting into you, his entire body shaking as pleasure takes him over. You’re encouraging him the whole time, talking him through his orgasm, helping him tame the fire that’s raging through him.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed, here's the rest of my Kinktober Works and be sure to check out my Main Masterlist!!

[itsyourvalerie]

Hello there I had an idea for a Alastor x Male!Reader Request.

So what if M/n and Alastor were twin Brothers? (M/n was a few minutes older than Alastor, so he was the big Brother) They got along as children and always tried to make their Mother happy, always helped her out.

Alastor practically wore his emotions on his sleeve in front of his brother and Mother, while M/n hid it, scared he would endanger them both if anyone knew that they were his weakness. (Maybe from their Father, or something bad happened that made M/n hide his emotions) Alastor misunderstood the situation and started arguments with him, while their Mother knew the truth.

One night M/n "abandoned" them. Alastor was furious and never forgave his Brother for it. He never knew that he and his Mother were endangered and that was the reason M/n left them, to protect them, he hid in the background and helped Alastor out where he could, without him noticing. (Like Alastor found an envelope with a lot of money in it in a trashcan and he just took it home because they needed the money or M/n pulled a few strings to get Alastor to be accepted into the Radio industry)

M/n knew about Alastor's hobby and diet, but rather tried everything to cover him. He had to leave the night Alastor got killed and was in absolute shambles. Then their Mother got sick and he returned to help her get better. She asked wanted to know where he went and he tried to build up courage to tell her what happened that night and why he left, but...she died before he could.

A few years later he got killed while he tried to take care of a problem and ended up in Hell. Alastor and M/n found each other years later at the Hazbin Hotel and as Alastor figured out that the other Deer Demon was his twin Brother who left them for dead, he started to yell and cuss at him. Until M/n lashed out too, shocking the Radio Demon to silence. In that lash out M/n spilled out everything that happened and why he left, what he did, that he did everything to protect them best he could. That they got stalked, people were sent after them and he was so scared that he would lose them, that he left and went after them and the ones that wanted his Family gone.

After all of that M/n would storm out of the Hotel and Alastor would give chase, trying to understand more and to make up with his Brother. Alastor always thought M/n left them because of a woman and ran away or something, so hearing the actual reason made him feel shitty. How it is going to end can be your choice.

I know it's a long idea, but...would you be willing to write something like this?

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Hii i'm so sorry it took that long for the request. Im curently working on another book so thank you for beeing patient :)

ALASTOR + Male!Brother!Reader

warnings: fights, abandonment

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In the bustling city of New Orleans, M/n and Alastor were born as twins, their bond unbreakable from the start. M/n, the elder by a few minutes, took on the role of protector, while Alastor, his emotions as transparent as glass, reveled in their shared mischief. Their mother, a gentle soul, raised them alone, their father a shadowy figure in their past.

As the years passed, M/n learned to conceal his vulnerabilities, fearing they could endanger their small family. Alastor, oblivious to his brother's turmoil, misconstrued M/n's guarded demeanor as aloofness, sparking conflicts that strained their relationship.

Then, one fateful night, M/n found himself entangled in a brawl with a dangerous gang, their shadows looming over him even after the fight was over. Fearful for the safety of his family, M/n made the heart-wrenching decision to vanish into the night, leaving behind a bewildered Alastor and a worried mother. Alastor, consumed by anger and betrayal, never forgave his brother's perceived abandonment.

Unbeknownst to Alastor, M/n remained in the shadows, orchestrating clandestine acts of kindness to aid his brother from afar. Yet, tragedy struck when Alastor met his demise, leaving M/n shattered and guilt-ridden, haunted by the ghosts of his past.

Years later, fate led them to the Hazbin Hotel, where Alastor's wrath collided with M/n's pent-up anguish. Amidst the chaos, Alastor's voice dripped with venom as he accused, "You left us, M/n! You abandoned your own flesh and blood!"

M/n's eyes flashed with pain as he retorted, "You don't understand, Alastor! I had to protect us! The gang was after me, after us! I couldn't risk putting you and Mother in danger!"

Alastor's laughter echoed through the room, bitter and mocking. "Always the martyr, aren't you? You think you're some kind of hero, sacrificing yourself for us? You're nothing but a coward!"

Each word pierced M/n's heart like a dagger, his guilt weighing heavy upon him. "I did what I thought was best, Alastor. I'm sorry if you can't see that."

But Alastor's fury knew no bounds as he lunged forward, his voice dripping with venom. "Sorry won't bring Mother back, won't change the fact that you abandoned us when we needed you the most!"

With a heavy heart, M/n turned away, his footsteps echoing in the silence as he fled once again, leaving Alastor to grapple with his own demons amidst the shattered remnants of their fractured bond.

[aechii]

Heyy, first of all I just wanna say I love your writing and I really really appreciate you writing for black readers 💖 I wanted to request a kylian story about reader meeting his family for the first time, maybe bonding with his mom and Ethan if thats possible 😊 (also are we getting a second part for good luck charm??)

₍⁠₍ ONE OF US ₎⁠₎

PAiRiNG ?! boyfriend!kylian x black!femreader

GENRE ?! romance, fluff (😞)

C/W ?! written in 3rd person since i can't write in 2nd person for shit, she/her pronouns used, kylian whines alot, ethan is too mature for his own good lool, KYLIAN ISN'T DRIVING !!!

A/N ?! i luvvvv this request :) im glad you appreciate my works, it means a lot to me since i really want to make my black readers feel included <3

tried to make it not too fluffy (😞) but im sorry if i failed. part 2 of 'good luck charm' will be the next fic released after this so stay tuned for that (hopefully before the end of this week). anyways, hope i did ur request justice, anon 🖤

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one and a half hours on road, and the ending of the everlasting queue of cars and headlights seemed out of sight. a traffic light suspended from the sky, like a descending black orb, and [y/n] tilted her head as she leaned forward to observe it. sighed, resting back as the lowness of her car's hood rendered her efforts futile, and instead, relied on the agonising snail-speed of the moving cars ahead.

"traffic's heavy today."

kylian responded with a quiet hum, tapping her thigh to the beat of the playing song, "yeah, bad day to go out but my mum's expecting you."

fear hovered just beneath her skin and kylian noticed the tremble of her hands. they gripped the steering wheel, as if to strangle it dead, sure that the grooves of the grips had indented into her palms. he gave a reassuring squeeze to her leg, then stretched forward to peck her cheek.

"you'll be alright, they'll love you."

her eyebrows remained crinkled, "are you sure?"

kylian gave an affirmative nod, "of course— honestly they'll love anybody who isn't me."

she knew his words were a tad bit hyperbolic, but it made her laugh anyways.

"really?"

"yeah. their dear kylian can be a handful sometimes."

[y/n] was quick to nod at that, "you're not wrong there."

in any other instance, kylian would find fault in her words and be haste to correct her, whining. yet, he watched how the knots of her fingers grew loose and how her shoulders untensed and settled with ease, and bit his tongue.

silence dallied in the car, save kylian's hums of every song that cried from the radio. the congestion had lightened and they both rolled forward a couple of feet per minute.

"quick warning though, ethan is most likely to drag you to play fifa with him. don't be scared to say no," kylian rolled his eyes after; she found their bond way too endearing and wholesome for her heart to take.

"says that he needs to add to his fifa kill count, and literally verses anybody he can," he proceeded. [y/n] would think he meant his irritation if she didn't peak the slight grin that ghosted his lips. he could never dislike the boy, of course.

"i see where he gets his competitiveness from," she joked, surging the car forward as the light turned green. the motorway is long left behind, and the distant city blended and smothered into the view before them.

"are you one of his kill counts?"

kylian kissed his teeth, and it triggered a hearty laugh from the girl beside him, "that's not even the point. i've demanded rematches and he still refuses to."

"babe, i think it's a sign that you should suck it up and accept that he's better than you at fifa."

"in your dreams," arms were crossed and he ignored her grin, looking out the window, "i'm forcing him to play today."

the gps ordered her to take a left, and she swiftly took the sharp corner, bustling streets dwindling behind them as they entered a quieter road.

"i will be supporting you— although i can't guarantee that i will for all of the games you play."

"so- what? you'll be rooting for ethan?" his words left his mouth as if they were bitter and salty on his tongue.

"mhm."

she only said that to rile up the man, finding humour in his disdain. in kylian's eyes, [y/n] was his, and only his, hype woman.

"traitor."

"love you too."

they fell into tranquil muteness as the sight of kylian's childhood house is unveiled by the skyscraping evergreen trees that seemed to be a habitual plant around this side of paris. it's not entirely big, but large enough that, from the outside, it was obvious that it situated two floors. gated and neatly groomed grass carpeted the front lawn, bright green and dotted with white. daisies, she predicted.

the car undulated to a halt, and [y/n] released a sigh.

"we're here... finally."

kylian shifted in his seat, facing his girlfriend, "yeah, we are." reached to scoop her hands in his, "and as i said, you have nothing to be scared about. i love you, hm? even if they don't like you, which i highly doubt will happen, it won't change a thing, okay?"

nodded and tilted forward to kiss her boyfriend. kylian's hand rested gently upon her cheek as he deepened it, lips tenderly harsh as he attempted to portray his words into action, too. a ping from his phone caused them to break contact, turning it on as he read the text from the notification bar.

mama ❤️ i see a car outside. stopping hogging the poor girl and come inside, it's too hot.

"who is it?" [y/n] asked.

kylian showed her the text and she softly chuckled as she read it, "you heard her. let's go."

they depart, not before kylian gave her hand a reassuring peck, and they amble to the front door.

kylian looked at her, finger at the ready to poke the doorbell, "ready?"

"i think so, yeah."

+_-

greeted with a warm, encompassing hug, [y/n] was pulled inside, her boyfriend complaining behind her as he was left behind.

"okay, forget your own son then," he gruntled, closing the door as the warm air from outside began to mesh with the cold one inside.

fayza, his mother, kissed her teeth. undeniably kylian's mother.

"as if i don't see you more than i want to."

an arm circled [y/n]'s waist, head tucking itself into her neck as lips muttered complaints into her skin. she patted his hand in faux sympathy.

they're escorted to the back garden, filled to them brim with kids no taller than her waist, and chattering adults. it was welcoming chaos, one that made her feel settled and content because everyone was happy, doing they're own thing as they gathered as one family.

and now, she was to be one of them.

broken out of her reverie, fayza's voice cut through the cacophony, and all heads turned toward their direction.

"everyone, meet [y/n], kylian's girlfriend. make her feel comfortable and at home for me," her face was illuminated with a smile.

a little voice, she presumed was of one of kylian's nieces, sounded from just beside them.

"she's very pretty!"

[y/n]'s heart swelled, and she untangled herself from her boyfriend's hold, crouching down in front of the infant, "thank you, love. what's your name?"

she reponded, full of eagerness, "marie!"

[y/n] chuckled, "you have a very pretty name, don't you?"

the toddler nodded, as she signalled for [y/n] to pick her up. arms wrapped around the small girl securely, she stood up, swirling the girl around as she giggled loudly, then began to ask her questions about her and kylian's relationship. her curiosity was overwhelmingly adorable and [y/n] could feel her face muscles ache at the undying smile.

kylian watched from the doorframe, eyes drenched in obvious adoration as his girlfriend began to go around, socialising with the rest of his family. his sister is quick to welcome her with a hug and a kiss to the cheek, ruffling the curls of her daughter in [y/n]'s arms. if he hadn't decided to grow old with the girl, he certainly did now, for the sight of his most beloveds intertwining with so little difficulty made him feel full with joy.

+_-

the little girl in her arms began to grow restless, and with the sweltering heat beating upon her skin, [y/n] unleashed the hyperactive kid, submerging back into the air conditioned space inside. she went to look for kylian, stopping at the door of the living room (overly spacious, but embossed with pictures and trophies, made it feel smaller and more homely than expected) as she noticed two boys frantically clicking button on a controller, tv glowing with running, animated people in a sea of green. decided to not disturb and leave kylian to (hopefully) reign victorious this time round.

[y/n] found herself exploring the corridors of the house, gazing into framed photos hung upon the walls. a family so deeply knitted that not one was left out, and she couldn't help the thought of her face one day being displayed with pride, maybe with kylian beside her, or maybe just her, as she alone was enough to be one of them.

she ventured into the kitchen absentmindedly, meeting fayza stirring into a steam pot, napkin draped over her shoulder.

pushed all her nerves aside as she saw an opportunity to bond with her mother-in-law, "is there anything i can help with, ma'am?"

she was quick to spin around, a smile blooming as she recognised her voice, "you want to help?" [y/n]'s gesture was thoroughly appreciated, but the question left fayza's throat apprehensively.

"yes," then a laugh, accompanied by a permanent smile, "kylian is playing fifa with ethan so i really have nothing to do."

the older woman grunted knowingly, shuffling through the kitchen as [y/n] shadowed her.

"that's all the do when he comes here," a freckled hand is waved, aloof, "don't mind them."

she slid a bowl of freshly washed vegetables, dappled with droplets of water, "dice these for me, dear."

[y/n] acquiesced promptly, and the kitchen swiftly subsided into a warm silence. she chopped them with such experienced velocity, and fayza showed her an approving smile, althought she was too focused to notice.

"you know what you're doing."

the girl turned to the woman next to her, grinning, "have to be, or kylian would be a lost cause."

the guffaw that followed was thick with expectance and genuine hilarity, "you're very funny, looking after that boy isn't an easy task."

"you can definitely tell me about it," she fell silent as she focused on cutting off the butt of the onion, "but i love him, and forever will."

fayza felt her skin buzz with exhilaration and couldn't fight the urge to hug the lady helping her.

"you're such a lovely girl, perfect for my kylian," broke the hug and scanned the face of the girl that had her son immeasurably in love, "stand by him, okay? people out there are harsh, and, yes, i know that he's a strong boy, but with you beside him, he'll be stronger."

[y/n] exhaled, leaning against the counter as fayza started to fry the vegetables that she had chopped, "i won't lie to you and say it's easy because it's not," a hand rubbed down her face, "i don't get why people are so... brutal. it's like the only focus on his negatives when they lose, but praise him when they win, and i see that it gets to him a lot."

fayza knew what they, as a family, holding the name mbappé, just like the one that etched the back of france's golden boy, were getting themselves into. a life no longer hidden, everything was out and vulnerable for everyone to see, and if each blink and breath wasn't scrutinized by 'fans' (as they liked to call themselves, but tend to act otherwise) then something wasn't right.

"that's just how the world is, dear. they're backstabbers, running wild with no inch of humanity left in them. but you have to remain sturdy, be it alone or with the support of other people. and for kylian's case, he has us."

us. [y/n]'s skin crawled with thrill.

"you're part of the family, now, [y/n]," fayza smiled, eyes lined with aged wrinkles, deepened with the peaks and troughs of the past, and still to, with what was yet to come, "one of us."

she smiled, heart clashing with her ribs, "thank you, fayza. it really means a lot."

she returned it, arms agape, "it's nothing, dear. now, come here!"

[y/n] entered her arm, laughing loudly as her mother-in-law kissed her forehead, "and remember, if kylian ever does anything wrong, tell me, and i'll deal with him."

"i definitely will, ma'am."

she was given a disapproving look in return, "ma'am? please, call me fayza, or mum, which i prefer." winked and laughed.

however, their moment was cut short as shouts outside the door began to crescendo.

"—not only are you running away but your running to your girlfriend who i didn't even know was here!"

the kitchen is penetrated by the fury of two boys, of which their ages were miles apart but would think were near by how they acted, kylian's face contorted into a frown, "it would be a curse to introduce her to you, ethan."

the teenage boy gasped, kicking his brother, "take that back!"

"over my dead body!"

ethan scowled back, looking at her, before any trace of his negative expression seemed to disappear into thin air, "[y/n]! oh my days, you're prettier in real life!"

she grinned sheepishly, "thank you, ethan."

kylian, however, found no amusement in his words, hiding his girlfriend behind him, "oh please stop that crap. get yourself your own girlfriend!"

"and you just love hating! i bet your girlfriend is better than you at fifa."

"take. that. back."

"let's see it," he walked towards her, putting on the best puppy eyes he could muster, grabbing and tugging her arm, "please, [y/n]? play fifa with me?"

kylian glared at him, slapping his hand away.

"don't touch her!"

she turned to look at fayza, who nudged her head, "don't worry about it, go and take those hooligans with you."

+_-

10 minutes later, ethan was one goal down, with [y/n] on a aggregate score of 3.

"you're good at this— like good good. better than kylian."

to ethan's satisfaction, his older brother had been summoned by his mother to help her, saying he 'needed to use that football strength to good use'.

"how the hell did he even get a girlfriend like you? way too good for him, in my humblest opinion." she knew his question was far from ill-mannered, and didn't take it to heart. ethan tend to say whatever came to his mind at that moment.

"he definitely tried his hardest to ask me out," [y/n] stated, chuckling at the ever-vivid memory of his unrelenting advances.

"he's never one to give up, is he?"

she shook her head, "absolutely not. gave him my number for professional use only, and he saw the opportunity to flirt with me."

ethan visibly cringed at the fact, "that's embarassing."

"it was cute," she shrugged, "until it actually started to work and it all went downhill- or rather uphill- from there."

ethan's irises glimmered as he attempted a shot, but took in a sharp breath as he missed.

"all i can say is, he loves really hard. hasn't loved anyone as much as you, but from what i hear from him about you, he's deeply infatuated. i think it's scary, at this point," paused to regain his bearings as the ball was within [y/n]'s possession once again, "but, as much as i make fun of him, he's a good person. sometimes too good for his own sake."

he spoke truth. truth that hurt, because kylian's kindness was constantly taken for weakness, but he always, without fail, moved past it without another thought wasted.

"and he hides how much it affects him."

"exactly," ethan responded immediately, then laughed, "you know him just as much, or even more than me."

[y/n] grinned, "happens when you spend everyday with the boy. he's more readable than he thinks."

"or maybe you adore him so much that you just... care."

silence, then, "or maybe that."

it was only the noise of intense clicking and frustrated sighs that filled the room for a few minutes. it was a relaxed quietude, one that none saw the need to disrupt, but ethan wanted to express how grateful he was for [y/n]'s presence in his brother's life. it was comforting to know that he had someone, that wasn't a platonic friend, to confide in and find solitude in.

"you two were definitely meant to be."

"you think?"

"yeah," he looked at her, taking a hand off of the controller to punch her lightly in her arm, "i see you becoming [y/n] mbappé, one day."

"really?" her voice was incredulous, "you see me being one of you lot?"

"come on [y/n]," ethan rolled his eyes affectionately, "you're already one of us."

[perfectsunlight]

(𝟏𝟑) - 𝐲𝐮𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

𝗮𝗲𝗿𝗶 𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗵𝘂𝗵 𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

part of the series: best friends

warnings: mentions of sexual relationships

word count: 2,340

after your conversation with your sister, you went back to the dorms feeling utterly worse than before. with the newfound knowledge of aeri asking seulgi for permission to take you out, it only made you feel even worse for your decision to continue sleeping with the le sserafim member.

it wasn’t like you were trying to hurt giselle, that couldn’t be further from the truth, but rather you were simply just protecting yourself. it was selfish, but how could you have known any better at the time?

“wonyoung,” you whispered as you slowly crept back into your room. the taller girl’s eyes glanced to look up at you. “when’s our next scheduled performance?”

your roommate hummed to herself before pulling her phone out to check the group calendar. “it says here we have a performance next week. why?” she inquired with furrowed brows.

truth be told, you had been thinking of numerous ways to possibly make it up to aeri ever since that fateful night. on top of that, her radio silence was not exactly a good sign either. you and your best friend had gotten into arguments before, as any normal friendship would have, but it was more than just two best friends arguing over something.

this was between two people who were no longer just best friends, but no more than that either.

with both your feelings and the rapper’s in mind, you had decided the best way to make it up to her was to show her just how much you felt the same way for her. you wanted to show her that, despite how her sleeping with yunjin may look, your heart only wanted her.

“i think i’m going to take a week off after the performance.” you poked the inside of your cheek before continuing. “i want to take aeri on a vacation, with just the two of us.” 

a small smile formed on your lips as you began to imagine all the fun things you two could do. maybe you could go to the beach and eat fresh mangos every morning together. perhaps you could take a trip to japan and visit her hometown, you knew she had been dying to go home for a while now. or maybe you two could just take a trip to LA or new york, that way you could just enjoy being tourists without having to worry about any other schedules.

“what if she says no?” wonyoung asked as your smile disappeared and a frown immediately formed. as much as you hated to admit it, but the taller girl had a decently valid point. aeri hadn’t even spoken to you for the past two weeks, and yet here you were, daydreaming about a perfect vacation with her.

“im sorry, y/n/n, but i’m just trying to make sure you know that’s still a pretty valid concern right now. she hasn’t talked to you at all.” she reasoned as she stood from her bed to give you a hug.

you gratefully accepted the comforting embrace from your friend. aside from yunjin, wonyoung had been a witness to all of the aeri situation from the very start. even though wonyoung was your friend, she was not ever afraid to give you a reality check here and there. 

truth be told, you needed it more now than ever before. wonyoung was always good at helping you see things for what they were, and not what you wanted to see them for.

“i know, thank you though. i’ll keep that in mind.” 

the next day you and your members began rehearsing some of your choreography for the upcoming performance. hours upon hours of repetitive motion and movement made your body ache in ways you had never felt before, but it was all a perfectly good distraction from the subliminal ache in your heart.

well, it would have been a good distraction had it done so, but much to your dismay, it did the opposite.

you kept spacing out every few moments, letting your mind continue brainstorming ideas as to how you were going to get giselle to speak with you. 

from showing up to her dorm to just asking her to meet you somewhere, you had thought of it all. many ideas traveling through your mind, each of them trying to be seemingly better than the last, but much to your dismay, none of them seemed to be good enough.

“yah! kang y/n! are you listening?”

yujin’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, making you realize that your water break had ended and the rest of the girls were already into position waiting for you. 

you scrambled to stand up, ditching the water bottle in the process as you hurried into your designated center position. muttering a few apologies, you moved your arms above your head and waited for the music to start.

fortunately, you all had decided to call it a day after running the last chorus a few more times. you all were confident in your abilities and were fairly certain that with only one more full run down, you would be 100% ready for your performance next week.

you were excited to go home and lay in your bed. who would have thought that spending your nights with yunjin would eventually make you miss your own bed. as you slung your bag over your shoulder, you stood and waited for your roommate before you started walking together back to the dorm.

“hey, everything okay?” wonyoung genuinely asked, being the first person to notice your lack of energy today. everyone has bad days, but for you to be so unfocused in just a simple choreography rehearsal? that practically never happened.  

looking over at her, you gave her a small smile. “yeah, i’m just thinking a lot more than lately.” 

your roommate slung an arm around your shoulder as the both of you walked down the hallway together. even though you know wonyoung had no idea how it truly felt to be in your shoes, you always felt grateful to have her by your side throughout all of this mess.

“don’t worry so much, everything will all work out.”

you opened your mouth to thank her for the advice, but a hand grabbed your other shoulder, making you turn around immediately.

you were met with stern eyes and raised brows that only meant nothing good. “yes, unnie?” you asked timidly, not liking the serious demeanor of your leader being directed towards you.

“let’s talk.” yujin stated, leaving no room for disagreement from either you or wonyoung. the younger girl let you go immediately, giving you a small wave before she left down the hall to catch up with the rest of the group.

your fingers twitched at your side, but you refused to start fidgeting since you knew yujin didn’t like it when people did that when she spoke to them. the older girl’s arms folded against her chest, causing you to immediately get more nervous. the last thing you wanted to do was have your leader upset with you.

“i’m sorry for being so out of it today, unnie. it won’t happen again, i promise.” you hurriedly got out, wanting to make sure you apologized to her before she got the chance to reprimand you for your mistakes. 

yujin’s gaze never wavered from your face, and truth be told, it made you a little more nervous. “what’s gotten into you?” she asked cooly, almost nonchalantly, her tone being the complete opposite of her current serious demeanor. 

“i just didn’t get enough sleep last night, that’s all.” you replied, earning a breathy chuckle from your leader. “and why is that?” yujin pressed, raising an eyebrow at you.

your shoulders immediately sagged, feeling foolish for thinking that you could keep your little secret away from your leader for any longer. you had to tell her everything, especially since everything was starting to affect your professional life as well.

“im just having,” you paused to think of the right word. “relationship issues? people problems?” you continued, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand before sighing. this was already a complicated situation, and even though you explained it to your sister just the day before, it felt entirely different trying to explain it to your leader.

“is it with aeri or yunjin?”

your jaw dropped and your eyes felt like they were going to explode out of their sockets. in a state of complete disbelief, you could only open and close your mouth in an attempt to come up with an answer. 

“what?” she chuckled lightly, the ghost of a smile forming on her lips as she spoke. “you really thought i didn’t notice where you went the night of the party?”

a faint blush appeared on your cheeks at just the mere thought of your leader knowing fully what happened between you and the le sserafim member that night. yujin took notice of your evident embarrassment. “it’s okay y/n, you don’t need to be embarrassed.” she shot you a small grin. 

“also, how do you know about everything with aeri?” you questioned, truly astonished that your leader knew about that other factor in this mess. yujin scoffed, “you’re not exactly quiet when you sneak back into the house. i also notice you limping after you see aeri, so it wasn’t that hard to figure out.”

the red on your cheeks only intensified, “unnie you’re like my boss! you’re not supposed to be knowing these things about my life!” you tried to reason.

yujin simply placed a hand around your shoulder, recalling a promise she made years ago to your older sister once you joined starship entertainment.

“take care of her, yujin. you’ll see her more than i will. please make sure you’re there for her since i can’t be.”

“i’m not your boss, stupid. think of me as just another older sister. now,” she released your shoulder and motioned for you to follow her towards the elevator. “you can tell me everything over dinner.”

the two of you eventually made your way to a local restaurant only a few blocks from the dorms. since it was a bit late, there weren’t a lot of people there, meaning the both of you could enjoy your meal without any interruptions.

you explained everything to yujin, watching as she listening intently to every word you spoke. your brief history recap eventually turned into a venting session once the two of you started drinking a little. 

“girls are confusing.” you groaned before taking another sip of your soju. yujin only laughed at the face you made, pointing out how stupid you looked.

“honestly y/n, i think you should just try one last time to talk to her.” she picked up some rice before shoving it in her mouth and swallowing. “if that doesn’t work, then you should just let her go.”

you rested your chin on your palm, groaning in annoyance. it wasn’t that it was a bad idea, but rather it was frustrating for you to hear out loud. you didn’t want to give up on aeri, especially not with everything being as complicated as it was. 

yujin could only smile at your state of aggravation, admiring how much you looked like your sister. seulgi was a good friend of hers, and when she was named as the leader of IVE, your sister had taken her out to dinner to have a talk with her. it was hard for her to leave you in the hands of someone else, permanently, but yujin knew that seulgi trusted her.

which was why she felt responsible for taking care of you in moments like these, where you needed your sister, or someone like her, to guide you in the right direction.

“you sound like seulgi, unnie.” you huffed before shooting her a playful glare. yujin only rolled her eyes and took another bite of her rice. “well, your sister is right.”

yujin pointed her chopsticks at you before continuing speaking. “you should call aeri, right now, and see if she answers. if she doesn’t, then i want to watch you delete her number.” 

your jaw dropped, but before you could argue against it, yujin added another quick comment. “that’s a leader's order, too.”

“yah! you can’t do that, unnie!” you groaned before hitting your head on the table. “this isn’t fair.” 

yujin rolled her eyes at your dramatic antics, knowing fully well that you knew she was right. she also knew you probably didn’t want to hear the hard truth, but she would gladly make sure someone told you straight up. 

“fine.” you grumbled and reached into your pocket to pull out your phone, but as you pulled it in front of you, you noticed the numerous texts from yunjin in your notifications.

from: jen :) y/n are u up? sent: 8:59 pm

from: jen :) im panicking rn pls answer sent: 9:12 pm

from: jen :) y/n pls its an emergency sent: 9:30 pm

from: jen :) call me ASAP sent: 9:47 pm

“hold on, unnie.” you murmured before standing up and walking towards the restaurant bathroom. you opened the door to the single restroom and shut it behind you before you called the le sserafim member. you were worried, whenever yunjin wanted to have sex, it consisted of lots of messages too. however, the text about her panicking is what caused you to be worried.

the dial tones rang for only a few beats before yunjin answered. from the other line, you could hear a lot of voices, and even what sounded like the sounds of sobs coming from someone.

“jen? what’s going on?” you asked, worry evident in your tone.

“y/n, it’s about chaewon.” 

your heart dropped at the mention of the other group’s leader. you could hear yunjin moving to another room since the commotion suddenly became muffled.

“what happened?” you heard yunjin inhale a shaky breath before finally answering you. 

“she might be pregnant.”

-

a/n: i warned you all...

[womenofarcane]

greened out

pairing: ellie williams x reader warnings: mentions of cannabis word count: 0.6k

Staring at the red numbers on the dashboard was occupying your every thought. Why is time going so slow? It feels like an hour has passed for every minute the clock changes.

“Hey baby.” was all you could hear while zoning out. It sounded like a distant ellie. Oh that’s right you’re with ellie in her car at the river.

Turning towards her with a grin. “Yes?” you slur out barely intelligible. Words were hard right now.

“You feeling alright?” she softly asked while holding your hand. You could see the worry on her face.

“Mmhm.” was all you could muster before looking out the window.

Ellie took your hands in hers before making you face her. She looked at you so lovingly. Like you’d break if she said the wrong thing.

“You’re safe baby, im right here.” she reassured you.

Staring into her eyes you felt like you were swaying along with the music. This feeling was calming but so so terrifying. You’ve never felt this before. All you remember is lighting a second blunt. Taking two hits before becoming fuzzy.

“Els I’m scared.” you mumbled to her. You felt so stupid for not pacing yourself. You were ruining her night.

“Oh honey, it’s all going to be okay.” she gave your hands a squeeze of reassurance. Deep down Ellie was worried but she knew you would be okay.

“I’m gonna drive to the gas station, okay? We can get you some snacks and water. Does that sound good baby?” she asked while turning the heater on. Your legs were shaking but you didn’t notice. Ellie did though.

“Mmm sounds good.” you answered while laying your head on the window.

Your eyes were closed the entire trip to the gas station. It was a very short trip but it felt like hours for you. You jolted up once the car came to a stop

“Baby can you look at me?” Ellie asked beside you.

You slowly turned towards her voice. Her eyes looked so pretty under the lights. You couldn’t stop staring.

“I’m gonna get us some stuff. Like we talked about okay? And I want my baby to stay in the car.” Ellie nodded at you to get her point across.

“I can do that els.” you said with confidence while sitting up straight. Ellie’s giggle cut through the silence of the car.

“Hey! It’s not funny.” you scolded her as always. She would always tease you even in the worst times.

“Okay i’m sorry baby.” she said while looking around her car. You watched as she reached for the fake rose that she kept. It was a gift from you when you first started dating. It’s been stuck in her sun visor ever since.

“I need you to focus on this rose while i’m gone. Can ya do that for me?” she said while handing the fake rose to you.

“I can do it.” was all you said before she stepped out of the car. She blew you a kiss before walking towards the doors of the gas station. Even in this state you still felt your love for Ellie.

You stared at the fake rose the entire time Ellie was in the gas station. Humming along to the radio while counting each petal. Suddenly the door opened, snapping you out of your petal counting.

“Hi baby, I’m back.” was all you heard while Ellie got in the car. She looked so pretty. Her flannel made her all cozy.

“Missed you so much Ellie.” you replied while staring lovingly at her face. How was she so pretty. Thoughts of how you’re so lucky to have this woman in your life filled your head.

“I missed you too baby.” Ellie replied before starting the journey home. She couldn’t wait to get you snuggled in bed. Oh how she loves her little greened out baby.

[builtbybrokenbells]

Spitfire | vii

After days of radio silence, a heartbroken y/n makes an attempt to find comfort in the closest thing to Jake; his twin brother. Josh works his magic and manages to penetrate the tough exterior she’d been building since the big blowout. She questions her own heartbreak enough to jump on a plane to Atlanta, realizing that ending things so abruptly may have caused herself more hurt than good

Read part six here

Read part eight here

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: sadness/depression, insecurity, anxiety, breakup talk, unhealthy coping mechanisms, long emotional talks, smoking (marijuana), crying, angst, fluff, sorry if i miss any!

howdy. i am so happy to be here again with y’all. i’ve been writing this fic steadily since I released the last chapter, and it’s gotten pretty long, so I had to split this one in half! im getting so excited for the end of this just so i can wrap it up and everyone can be happy 🤩 there’s gonna be one more after this so there’s some more fluffy smuttiness to end this saga on a high note. thanks for the support thus far, and sorry for the drama in the last chapter 😞 i promise it doesn’t last too long and it is completely cleared up in this one! as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes!!

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The days passed slowly, dwindling down into one big, long, never ending cycle. Your clothes were piling up in the laundry basket, there were empty fast food bags littering you floor, and the steady stream of unanswered texts and calls seemed to never stop. It was nearing a week since the ‘Twitter incident’ (which was the only was it was allowed to be referred to) happened, and you hadn’t broken the radio silence with Jake yet. He never gave up, though. Through everything, you did have to admire his persistence. It was the day you were originally set to fly to Atlanta, and it was taking every ounce of your strength to not tear up the plane ticket and throw it in the garbage.

Jake’s name was a taboo subject in the house, and your friends knew that. When you had taken almost permanent refuge in your bed, they had practically given up hope that the situation would ever resolve. You rarely left your room unless it was to use the washroom or grab a food delivery from the front door. Your laptop remained in your bed and you worked from there. Hiding away was easier than facing the hard conversations, you decided. You were heartbroken, definitely, but more angry at yourself that you couldn’t get over your fear and just answer his phone calls, even just to end things maturely. You’d convinced yourself it was easier to end things on a what-if, rather than a certainty.

All of the items Jake gifted you were neatly placed on your desk, his sweater on the bottom and his cologne on top. The small box containing the ring was loudly laying next to it, and the plane ticket in the envelope was gently resting at the top of the pile. You had no idea what to do with them. The sight of them alone made your stomach turn. You wanted to throw them all in the trash, or burn them, just so you never had to see them again, but there was a bigger part of you that wanted to put the sweater back on and remember him for a little while. It was a hateful battle you were fighting with yourself, and there seemed to be no end in sight. You wanted to feel close to him, but you didn’t want to think about him. You wanted to love him, but every part of your body was holding you back.

Your end of day meeting wrapped up and you closed your laptop, wondering if you would be able to get some shut eye. You were teetering between not sleeping at all and sleeping only when you shouldn’t be. As you shoved the computer to the side and turned towards the wall, you reached to the corner of the bed and pulled a pillow into your chest. It was a much neglected one, lost and forgotten in the mess of all of the others. When you buried your head into the pillowcase, your breath caught in your throat. The scent was familiar, but extremely faint. Even so, you’d recognize it anywhere. The ever so subtle hint of his shampoo dusted with the remanence of his cologne felt like a punch in the stomach. You wanted to throw it away, to get rid of it completely, but your arms wouldn’t let go. The longer you breathed it in, the more the tension left your body. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling more comfort than you had in days.

A little while later, you woke up to the sun setting outside of your window. The golden glow cast a peaceful aura over the otherwise gloomy room. You stretched, taking in a deep breath before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You were stiff and beyond sore from laying in bed so much. The blankets were tangled around you and your head felt a little bit clearer; it had been a few days since you’d gotten any amount of sleep that was actually restful. Unwillingly, you hauled yourself out of the bed. You found your cigarette pack and pulled out a joint, placing it between your lips. You figured that you’d be able to get some more sleep under the right circumstance.

You hoisted yourself up on the deep windowsill, swinging your legs up and resting your back against the wood. You slid the window open, feeling the fresh air hit you in the face. You let out a sigh of relief, enjoying the moment of clarity. You lit the end of the joint after you popped the screen off the window. You let your hand rest outside, trying your best to keep the smell minimal. You pulled your phone from your pocket, clicking the screen on and checking the time. Before you put it away, you attention was grabbed by your last received text message.

Twin Rockstar

Please call me, mama. I won’t tell Jake I was talking to you. Just want to hear your voice.

A feeling of guilt ran through you. You were so caught up in how you were feeling about Jake that it clouded over the love you had for his brothers. You stared at the message until the joint was burnt out, unsure of what to do. In a moment of irrationality, you clicked on his contact and hovered over the call button. After a second, you found the confidence to hit dial. It rang once, and your stomach churned with uncertainty. It rang twice, and you debated hanging up. When it rang the third time, you didn’t have time to doubt yourself, because he had answered.

“Y/n?” He breathed. You were frozen, unsure of how to respond.

“H-hi,” you eventually mustered, realizing how scratchy your voice sounded. A week of barely talking and smoking like a chimney had done your vocal cords no good.

“I can’t believe you called.” He said, sounding a bit exasperated. “I was expecting you to ignore me forever. I didn’t really plan out what I was going to say.” He gave a nervous chuckle. You weren’t sure how to respond. “Can you FaceTime me? It’s just me in my room, I promise.”

“I don’t look very presentable,” you mumbled. Josh’s heart was breaking at your sullen tone. You sounded like you barely had any life left in you.

“I think you’re beautiful no matter what.” He said. Within a second, he requested the video call. You accepted, heart aching at the sight of his face. You never realized how much he looked like his brother until now. He took in your features, the dark circles encasing your under eyes, the paleness of your skin, the bloodshot eyes. “I miss you, mama.” He said, finally. He knew better than to bring anything else up, scared it might make you end the call.

“I miss you, too.” You admitted, feeling a lump forming in your throat. “I’m uh, not sure what to say, either. Just called because I wanted to hear your voice, too, I guess.”

“That’s okay. I’m just happy you did.” He said. He was sitting on the edge of his hotel bed, holding the phone up so you could see the background slightly.

“Are you…” you trailed off, not knowing the best way to approach any conversation. “Are you in Atlanta, now?” Your voice cracked a bit as you spoke, but you cleared your throat to cover it up.

“Yeah, we got here earlier today.” He informed you. You gave a small nod. “You know, that invitation is still there.” He whispered. Your heart sped at the mention of your ticket. “It can just be me and you, we can hang out for a few days. You don’t even have to come to the show.” He explained. “Even though everything happened, you’re still my friend. I think so, at least.”

“Of course we are, Josh.” You assured him. There was no doubt in your mind that you loved him. “I just couldn’t do that to Jake.” Even as you willingly spoke his name, your heart ached. “I’d never use the ticket he bought for me and not tell him.” Josh gave a solemn nod. “Uh… how is he? Jake, I mean. I just-you know what? Never mind.” You let out a small laugh at your own stupidity. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to know.

“How is Jake?” Josh let out a chuckle, pondering his answer to the question. “Um, well, he’s pretty much unbearable to be around.” Josh said as nicely as he could. “Not very good, if I had to guess. He’s always angry, showing up late to everything and barely participating, and he doesn’t really speak to us unless he has to. He broke a string on his guitar during soundcheck earlier and just… left. Haven’t seen him since.”

“Oh,” you whispered.

“I’m not going to sit here and throw a pity party for him. I’m not gonna force you to talk to him, either. But he is miserable, and we have no idea what to do about it. It’s not your fault, though. Don’t think I’m blaming you, please.”

“It kind of is, isn’t it?” You posed the rhetorical question. “I mean, yeah, he broke my heart, but I broke his, too.”

“I don’t think any hearts were broken intentionally.” He corrected. You didn’t answer, only watched his face with a hint of sadness growing inside you.

“You guys really are twins,” you noted, talking more to yourself. He gave a small smile. “I miss him. A lot.” You finally admitted. “And that’s not like me. I don’t know what happened that day, and a huge part of me doesn’t really want to know. But there’s also this hole in my heart that I just can’t seem to fill. I’ve always been so good at shutting people out, and moving on as if they never mattered to me in the first place. I hate being love and I hate being vulnerable, but I almost miss it, now. He made it seem less than horrible.” Your voice was dangerously quiet.

“Do you still want to be with him?” He questioned. Your eyes fell to the window again, hoping to avoid his gaze.

“Yeah.” You sighed. “I’m just… terrified. Like absolutely fucking terrified. Falling for him was so easy. I don’t think I’ll ever feel this way for someone ever again. But, that also means he has the power to hurt me more than anyone else in the world. If he decided to get up and leave one day, he just walks away unscathed, and I lose a whole part of me. I don’t like that feeling. It scares the shit out of me.” You picked at a hangnail on your finger, too nervous to look up at him. “If you couldn’t tell, I hate depending on people for anything.”

“But you don’t have to depend on him, mama. You were happy before he came along, and you were happy when you guys were together. You didn’t start dating him because you were searching for happiness, but because you wanted to make him a part of your happiness.” You were mad, because you knew he was right. You hated nothing more than someone speaking reason while you were hurting. “As for the hurting you part, I know he already did. I know that it was not intentional, but he still did, and you’re allowed to be upset about it. I also know that he would never be stupid enough to hurt you again, because he’s really paying for it, now. You don’t have to be scared of him, because only thing he wants to do is love you.” You felt tears sting your eyes. “I’ve been by Jakes side his entire life. I’ve seen every girlfriend, fling, breakup and make-up. Nobody in the world has ever compared to you. I can see it just in the way he looks at you, or when he talks to you. If you want to love him, then do it. Don’t hold yourself back because you’re scared. We’re all scared of something, but all it does is ruin the chance of something fantastic.” You thought about what he said, clinging on to every word.

“He didn’t cheat on me, did he?” You seemed to already know the answer as you asked the question.

“No, he didn’t. If he did, I would have killed him, myself.” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“So in short, I just overreacted and ruined everything.”

“No, I wouldn’t say that. The internet is crazy, and it’s great at spreading rumours. If you’ve been hurt like that before, I can see why you were upset. Didn’t help that he forgot to tell you where he was or what he was doing. But it was innocent, and if you’ll let him, that’s his responsibility to explain what happened.” He said. You felt a bit of relief after days of misery. You were a bit angry with yourself for being so stubborn and not talking to him sooner.

“I think maybe I just wanted an excuse to run. I’m really good at that. It’s all I’ve done my whole life.” You admitted. “Commitment was never my thing. The only times I ever let myself get involved with someone, it ended terribly. Guess I was subconsciously trying to avoid an even bigger blowout.”

“We can always change, y/n. I’m not telling you to do anything. I just hope I’m helping make your decision a little easier. If you want to come to Atlanta, you’re more than welcome. Even if it’s to scream at him, or for closure, or even to propose to him. It wouldn’t matter. He’d just be happy you showed up. My opinion of you doesn’t change. It would suck if you didn’t get back together with him, because you’d be a super cool sister-in-law, but that’s your choice.” You both let out a laugh. “I won’t tell him we talked. I’m just happy to hear from you.”

“Thanks for listening, Josh. I know he’s your brother, and nothing will ever come between that. I’m just glad you don’t hate me on his behalf.”

“Come on, now. Do you really think I’d ever hate you? Fuck, he doesn’t hate you, either. I know he sits in his room every night and waits for you to call. Kinda sad, if you ask me.” You chuckled. “He wants to fix this. If you want to, too, all you have to do is say the words.” He assured you.

“Okay,” you breathed. “I have some heavy thinking to do.”

“Seems so, mama. Want me to leave you to it?” You knew it was probably for the best, but you didn’t want him to hang up. You missed him, even if you’d been actively avoiding him. He also reminded you of Jake, and in some sad way, it was the most comfort you’d felt in days. “I don’t have to, if you don’t want me to.”

“No, it’s okay. I won’t keep you and make you listen to my problems any longer.” You joked.

“It’s a pleasure to listen to your problems. I missed you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I missed you, too.” You smiled. “Thanks, Josh.”

“Anytime. Don’t disappear on me again, okay?” He scolded. You nodded. “And maybe I’ll see you in a few hours?” A hopeful gleam appeared in his eyes.

“Bye, Josh.” You chuckled. You wanted to answer, but you weren’t sure what to tell him. You didn’t want to get his hopes up for no reason.

“Bye, y/n. Love you.” He said as he hung up. You were left alone again, but you felt better about it than you had in a long time. You popped the screen back on your window and shut it tightly before you jumped down from the windowsill. You looked down at your phone again, seeing a new message from Jake. You read as much as you could from the notification bar, not feeling courageous enough to open it fully. But, you knew what you had to do. As afraid as you were, you couldn’t ignore Jake forever. Even if you both talked it over and went separate ways, it was better than leaving things as they were. You knew you were pushing it if you were going to make the flight, so you got ready as fast as you could.

You set your cell down beside the Jake’s sweatshirt on your desk, abandoning it for the time being. You pulled some jeans and an old sweatshirt from your closet, making your way to the bathroom. You clicked the lock behind you, studying your reflection in the mirror. You looked horrible, borderline sickly. Instead of focusing on that, you flipped the faucet of the shower on. You rid yourself of your dirty clothes, jumping in and quickly washing off the days worth of despair. When you got out, you dried off and dressed yourself. You threw on a splash of makeup, mostly just to cover the dark circles and give your skin a bit more life.

You blow dried your hair, brushing it out and styling it a bit. When you finished, you returned to your room and grabbed the card Jake had given you. You flipped it open, grabbing the ticket and shoving it in your wallet. You packed a small bag, throwing Jake’s sweater in on top of everything. You snapped open the box holding the ring and slipped it back on your finger. In a real moment of weakness, you took the cap off the cologne bottle and sprayed a single spritz on the front of your sweater. The scent surrounded you like a warm embrace on a cold day. You placed it back down and gathered your chargers, throwing them in a carry on. You packed your laptop and checked the time on your phone again.

You had an hour to get to the airport if you were going to make the flight. Jake had booked you a evening flight, allowing you some wiggle room after work. You were so thankful he did, because if not, you’d have already missed it. You slung your bags over your shoulder, quickly checking your pockets to make sure you had everything important, and walked out to the living room. When you reached the main room, Ally and Eve were sitting on the couch watching a movie. When they looked up at you, their eyes widened.

“Can one of you drive me to the airport?” You asked.

“Yeah,” Eve was on her feet faster than she could answer. Ally stood, wanting to go on the trip, too. They followed you to the door and you all filed into Eve’s car. You threw your bags in the trunk before you settled in the front seat and buckled your seatbelt. Music softly played over the speakers, filling the awkward silence as the car pulled out of the driveway. “So…” Eve trailed off.

“I know,” you sighed. “You both told me I should go. I’m stubborn and heartbroken, but you were right. I have to go, even if it’s just for closure and to give him all of his shit back.”

“That’s okay. No matter how it goes, you know we have your back.” Eve said, never taking her eyes off the road.

“M’sorry I’ve been so insufferable.” You apologized, looking out the window at the street signs passing by.

“You haven’t been that bad, really. You mostly just stay in your room. We’ve been worried about you more than anything else. I’m just happy you’re feeling better.”

“Well, that’s relative.” You chuckled. “I’ll give you a better answer about that in a few hours.” She nodded. You pulled out your phone, pulling up Josh’s contact again. You dialled his number, only hearing the phone ring for a second before he picked up.

“Missed me so much you had to call me again?” He teased.

“Seems like you missed me. You answered awful fast.” You replied, feeling a touch of your personality making its way back. “Listen, can you do me a favour?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“Meet me at the airport?” You asked, incredibly hopeful. “I should be there around 11.”

“Really?” His tone was completely different, now, excitement radiating through the phone call.

“Yeah.” You said, a smile breaking out on your face. “Don’t tell Jake, please. I just… I want to talk to him in person, and I don’t want him to put any walls up before I get there. I know I would, so…” you trailed off.

“I’ll be there. Secret stays between us. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me, either. I’ll see you soon.” You promised.

“See you soon. Have a safe flight.” He said. You ended the call, looking over to your best friend. She was trying to hide it, but a smile was eating away at her face. The rest of the drive went by almost silently. When the car pulled into the drop-off lane, Eve turned to look at you. She reached over, placing a hand on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m proud of you.” She whispered.

“Thank you.” And you meant it. It was extraordinarily hard for you to face an issue like this. It was extraordinarily hard for you to realize that you loved him enough to want to work things out instead of disappear. You got out of the car, them following close behind. You grabbed your stuff out of the trunk and turned to face the two girls. “I love you guys. I may be back tomorrow, maybe in a couple days… who knows.” You gave a nervous chuckle.

“Whenever you do, we’ll be here.” Ally said. A soft smile formed on your lips.

“Let us know when you’re there safe, and call if you need anything. Even if it’s just to scream.” Eve chuckled. You gave them both a hug, holding on a bit tighter than usual.

“See you guys later. Thank you for everything.” You said before you turned. You didn’t let yourself look back at them, scared that you wouldn’t get on plane if you did. Once you were through the main doors, checked in and got your boarding pass. Then, you went straight to baggage, dropping your stuff off. When you went through security, they gave you no issues. You located the gate with ease, having been here a fair few times in the last few years.

You were right on time; had you waited any longer, you likely would have missed the flight. When you boarded, you took your seat and kept your backpack close to you. You pulled out your headphones, giving Josh a quick message telling him you would be leaving in a few moments before putting your phone on airplane mode. You turned on a playlist, pulling your notebook out. The flight attendant came by, checking in on you before takeoff. You asked for a coffee, hoping to be as wide awake as possible when you got there. It didn’t take long for the announcement of takeoff. You sipped on your drink, watching the sky through the window as the earth disappeared.

When you were in the air, you pulled down the tray table from the seat in front of you, setting your notebook down and opening it to your last worked on page. You figured if you had some free time, you could at least get an early start on your work.

You stared hard at your hand drawn chart, grabbing a few highlighters from your pencil case. You highlighted the curve overlaps from hypoglycaemic heart rates and voltage levels, then did the same with the hyperglycaemic measurements. Below, you made notes of the correlation and began the treacherous journey of attempting an equation to describe the relationship. Four pages of numbers and scribbles later, you were brought back to reality by the loudspeaker announcing the plane was prepared to land. The night sky was pitch black, a luminescent glow underneath the clouds from the city lights. You packed all of your things back in your bag, assuring yourself you’d get back to it later.

When the plane came to a halt, all of the passengers were given instructions on how to exit and claim their baggage. You took your headphones out, stuffing them in your pocket, standing while you did so. When you got off, you immediately looked around for a familiar face. When you didn’t see one, you made a move to grab your suitcase. You took your things and went to the main lobby, searching around like a lost puppy. You felt your hope fizzle away when you couldn’t locate Josh. Your heart sped, your brain immediately trying to convince you that you should turn around and go home, that showing up was a terrible idea and Jake wouldn’t want to speak with you. You were plagued with the worst thought of all; Jake really had done the unforgivable, and you were walking into your own grave.

You were shaken from your nervousness when you heard your nickname being called, one you hadn’t heard in days. The one that only sounded right coming out of Jake’s mouth. You looked up, eyes immediately falling on the boy you’d been looking for. A grin was plastered on his face, and he was holding his arms out to you. In lieu of embarrassment, you ran towards him and practically fell into his arms. He held on to you tightly, never wanting to let go. “Hey, mama.” Josh whispered. You didn’t reply, only soaked up the emotion from the hug. Once again, you hated how similar the twins were. If you only felt the hug, you could have sworn it was Jake, especially after going so long without his touch. “How was the flight?” He asked as he pulled away.

“I actually didn’t even realize we were about to land. Got working on my research again, just kind of got caught up, I guess.” You laughed.

“You tired?” He asked, looking over your face. You shook your head.

“No, I actually took a nap before I called you, earlier. Plus they had free coffee refills the whole flight.” He smiled, making a move to grab your bag for you. You attempted to stop him, but he gave you a look of warning. You rolled your eyes but let him take them, anyway. He nodded his head towards the door, signalling that he’d take you back to the hotel. You both left together, opting against any more shared words. He led you to a car, throwing the bags in the backseat before opening the door for you.

“Our rent-a-car for the next few days.” He said, cheerily. You had a hard time feeling so glum around him. He just produced an aura of peace without even trying. He always seemed to know how to cheer you up. You got in, immediately surrounded by the warmth of the interior. You relaxed into the leather seat, finding it much more comfortable than the airplane seats. He got in, too, starting the car with a push of a button. He pulled out of the parking lot, looking over at you through the corner of his eye. “How are you feeling?”

“Uh, nervous.” You chuckled. “Very nervous.”

“Don’t be. I promise you guys will cry for a little while and then it’ll be all sunshine and rainbows.” He smirked. You gave a small smile, unsure of how to answer. “If that’s what you want.” He interjected quickly. “If you want, you can punch him in the face.” He mimicked the action, making you laugh. “Just don’t bruise it too bad, he still has to get on stage tomorrow.”

“Can’t make any promises.” You joked. The drive was filled with silence until he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. Your palms were sweaty, and you were scared you wouldn’t be able to force yourself to go inside. Josh parked the car, shutting off the engine and sat with you while you worked up the nerve to get out.

“You want me to bring your bags to my room just in case?” He asked. You nodded.

“That would be nice, yeah.” You choked out.

“I promise it’s gonna be okay. I’ll be right next door if anything happens. You know you have a bed to sleep in, if you want it.” He assured you. “Jakes going to be ecstatic to see you, if that’s what you’re worrying about. You could probably go up there and spit in his face and he’d say thank you.” You let out a small laugh. “Now come on, they’re no better time than now.” He reached over and pulled you into an awkward hug. You shifted, making it a little easier to return the gesture. You took a few more moments of self-reflection before letting out a long exhale and stepping outside.

Josh collected your things from the car, following behind you as you approached the building. You entered the main doors, admiring the lobby before being greeted by the worker at the front desk. You gave her a sheepish smile as Josh walked up beside you. He guided you to the elevator, ushering you inside and clicking the button for their floor.

The elevator ride seemed to be the longest one you’d ever endured. When the ding signified that the destination was reached, Josh practically had to coax you out with him. He brought you down to the end of the hallway, pointing to a door. Your eyes fell to where he was motioning. “This is it.” He whispered, giving you a reassuring pat on the back. “I’ll be right next door if you need me.”

“Okay,” you squeaked, never turning to look at him. Your eyes were glued to the door separating you and Jake.

“You’ve got this.” He assured you, keying into his hotel room. The door fell shut behind him with a dull thud, leaving you alone with your own thoughts. You wanted to run, to hide and pretend you’d never come in the first place. You were certain that if you did, you may never forgive yourself. If you ran away now and lost Jake forever, you would be miserable. You had to know for sure if you were ever going to move on.

So, you gathered up the nerve to knock. It was way more powerful than you intended. You thought that maybe you hyped yourself up a bit too much. “Fuck off,” a muffled voice sounded from the room. You rolled your eyes and knocked again. He didn’t answer, no sign of movement in the slightest. You sighed, hitting your knuckles against the door once more. Finally, you heard a slur of curse words and a few angry footsteps. When the door swung open, you could’ve fallen to your knees.

He was paler than usual, and his hair was a bit messy. He smelled like whiskey and he was wearing clothes that looked very well worn. But he was just as beautiful as you remembered, and his eyes were just as captivating.

“Hi, rockstar.” He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. He repeated the action a few times before he could produce a sound.

“Y/n,” he breathed, almost as if you were a figment of his imagination. “Can I… can I hug you?” He asked after a few moments of a staring contest. You gave a slight nod, holding your arms out. Without any hesitation, he bounced forward and wrapped himself around you, picking you up and holding you tightly. All of the emotion he’d been holding back was all coming out, now. His head was buried in your neck, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. When he set you back down, he took your face in his hands, studying your features like he had to get to know you all over again.

“I thought you… yeah.” He didn’t have to finish what he wanted to say, too scared for the answer. You shook your head.

“I was hoping that maybe we could talk,” you explained “I would really like to figure this out.”

“Yes, please. I’d like that, too.” He scrambled to the side, motioning for you to come inside. You did so, a bit of hesitancy in your step. When you were inside the room, he shut the door behind you, but didn’t approach. You stared at each other in silence, both unsure of how to begin to process the whole situation. “Did you wanna sit down, maybe?” He asked, finally stepping forward. You nodded your head, looking towards the bed. The blankets were a mess, there were clothes on the floor and a bottle of liquor on his bedside. When you approached the bed, you noticed his phone screen was on and open to your contact. You were certain he never closed it due to the amount of calls and texts you’d gotten from him.

You took a seat on the edge of the mattress while he made his way over. He picked up the mess of clothes and threw them in a neater pile by his bag at the end of the bed frame. He took a seat next to you, leaving enough space between you to make sure you were comfortable. “I’m sorry.” He spoke first. You shook your head, stopping him before he continued.

“I don’t want to hear any apologies.” You said, firmly. “To me, that only makes it seem like you have something to be guilty about.”

“Well, I do, but I don’t think it’s what you’ve been worried about.” He explained. “I didn’t think you were going to come.”

“Neither did I,” you gave a small chuckle. “Josh caught me in a particularly weak moment and I talked to him for a while. I think he helped put some things into perspective.”

“He’s got a way with words.” Jake reasoned.

“That he does.” You agreed. “I’ll decide if I hate him for it after we’re done talking.” He smiled at the joke. It was small, but even so, it looked so beautiful on his lips. Your chest ached at the sight, the melancholy finally setting in. “I want to say sorry, too, I think. I shouldn’t have just disappeared like that. It was pretty childish.” He gave a shrug, choosing not to input on the statement.

“Why didn’t you answer? Like at all. You could have told me to fuck off, and I would have been fine with it, but just… radio silence.” He mumbled.

“I was scared. Still am.” A small, humourless laugh fell from your lips. “I’m a runner. That’s what I do. I did it the night I met you, and I did it all week, and I think I still want to, now.”

“From what? I know I hurt you, and I can’t take that back, but you ran without an explanation.” You slowly nodded along to his words, your eyes falling to the floor, no longer able to look at his face.

“Yeah.” You replied. “Love terrifies me. I told you way back in the beginning that I wasn’t interested in any more relationships. The last one was really bad. I decided to give you a chance, but it wasn’t really my choice. I fell for you super fast, and then I saw… whatever that was, and I panicked. I tried to cut you out completely because I didn’t want to get hurt again. Turns out, it hurts either way, and there’s no way I could ever forget you.” You barely spoke the last part, afraid to say it out loud. “I think it was my cop out. I always look for an excuse to leave. I convince myself that running when things get tough is a way to save myself from getting hurt even more later on. Cut people out completely and act like it never happened. It’s a pretty vicious cycle.” His eyes were sad at your statement, feeling guilty for even making you think he would treat you like anyone before him.

“I promised I would never treat you like those other people did,” he reminded you “and I didn’t break it, either. Do you really think I’d do that to you?” His question was innocent, laced with curiosity, but you took the defence.

“I don’t know, Jake!” You blurted. “I feel like I know you pretty well, but I haven’t known you for that long. I don’t think you would, but I didn’t hear from you at all and suddenly the internet was buzzing about Jake Kiszka’s new girlfriend! I know I was a bit irrational, but all I could think was the worst! You’re the big rockstar, you travel the world and meet gorgeous women every day, ones that I could never compare to. I don’t know if you give the same story to a new girl in every city, and I feel so fucking stupid for thinking some insignificant girl in Baltimore could give you what you need. We dated for a month and I’ve only seen you three times! What kind of relationship is that?”

“Hold on,” he stopped you, moving closer. He grabbed your chin in his hand and guided you to look at him. “Your rockstar.” He whispered, eyes telling you more than his words ever could. “You’ve got it backwards. There’s no woman in the world that would ever compare to you. You had me wrapped around you finger the minute I met you. You’re the only girl in any city who’s ever gotten that story, and the only one who ever will. I’ve never felt this way about anybody, ever. You can’t be that blind to think you’re insignificant, y/n, especially to me. Even if I’ve only known you for a little while, you’ve become my whole world. Every word I’ve ever said to you, I meant it.” You felt the dreaded tears fill your eyes again, feeling stupid for a whole different reason. He wiped away a teardrop as it fell. “I don’t need to know you for a lifetime, or see you every day to know that I want you and I love you. You give me the world just by existing. I’ve known plenty of people, some for my whole life, but nobody knows me like you do. You listen to me talk about things nobody has ever cared to ask me about before, and you always seem overjoyed to hear it. It took me all of twenty minutes to fall for you at that bar, and I haven’t looked at anyone ever since, and I don’t plan on looking for anyone else ever again. If that’s what you’re scared of, you have nothing to worry about.” You couldn’t contain the waterfalls pouring down your cheeks. It was crazy how you’d only been with him for a few moments, but the week-long hurt suddenly seemed nonexistent. You hated to admit it, especially considering the fear of dependency, but a lot of what you needed to feel better was just simple reassurance. Reassurance that he loved you, and he wanted you, and not anyone else he was meeting along the way.

“Been waiting a while to say that?” You managed out through your cries. He laughed, admiring your ability to joke even if you were hurting. He wiped your cheeks again, looking over your face and finally feeling a shred of peace.

“Yeah, actually.” He chuckled. You reached out and ran your thumb over his cheek, allowing yourself to enjoy his presence. He leaned into the touch, showing you how much he missed it. “I’ll say it again if you want me to.” He assured you. Your thumb swooped down, outlining his jaw and then ran over his bottom lip. He pressed a kiss to it, making your heart flutter.

“That’s okay. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it, this time.” You breathed.

“As for the pictures, I can genuinely explain that, if you’ll let me.” You watched him carefully, scanning his face for a second.

“Okay,”

“By the time I woke up, I figured you were already working. I didn’t want to distract you from your very important and impressive internship.” He said, causing an eye roll from you.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Jacob.” You reminded. He chuckled.

“I know, but I like to flatter you, anyway.” He admitted. “I know when I was talking to you the day before, you were working, and I definitely stopped your productivity. I know you’d never admit it, but I’m a better distraction than I am a help.”

“You’ve never been a distraction, rockstar.” You told him the truth. Not once had you ever felt that way about him. He gave a shrug.

“I went to get coffee and to check out the town a bit, cause I had the whole day to kill before I could really talk to you. So I found a little shop, reminded me of the one we went to the first time I was in Maryland. Did you know coffee shops are the ultimate place to run into people?” He questioned. You didn’t answer, only waited for him to continue. “As I was leaving, someone called my name. Thought it was a fan, so I turned around expecting a picture and a quick conversation, but it was someone I hadn’t seen in a really long time. My sisters best friend from like, all of grade school. I’ve known her since she was like…” he visually measured the height with his hand, stopping it when it was a few feet above the floor. “That tall.” You felt your stomach sink. “She was always at our house. I haven’t seen her since my sister graduated. Turns out she lives in Atlanta now and has a kid.”

“Jake… I’m so sorry.” You said, feeling incredibly guilty now.

“No, don’t be. I lost track of time and didn’t realize my phone was on silent. We talked for hours, got lunch and she showed me around to her favourite spots in town. Didn’t realize what time it was until she had to pick her kid up from school.” He chuckled. “Also didn’t realize how many people were trying to get ahold of me. By that point, the internet had gotten hold of the pictures of us eating together and her wearing my jacket, and it was too late. But I promise you, that was all it was. I can show you pictures from when we were kids, too, just to show you I’m not lying. I looked for some to show you while I was waiting to hear back from you.”

“No, Jake. I believe you. I’m sorry.” He ran his hand through your hair, shaking his head slowly.

“You were right to be upset. A girl you’ve never heard of wearing my jacket and the internet saying we were dating. I completely get it. If it was the other way around and I saw pictures of you with another guy, I’d probably be pretty upset, too. But y/n, you have to know that I would never do that to you. You mean way too much to me for me to just throw it away like that.” He assured you. “I just wish we talked it out sooner. It has been a terrible fucking week without you.” He was putting it lightly, knowing the days prior were way worse than he was able to explain. “But, I know why, now. And I’m not mad at you, either. It was a shitty situation and we kind of lacked in the communication department. It doesn’t change how I feel about you, and I would still really like to be with you, if that’s what you want, too.” You didn’t respond immediately. Your silence caused anxiety to spike in Jake.

“Yeah, I do want that. I’m sorry I overreacted, and I’m sorry I ran. I thought it would be so easy to cut you off and never speak to you again, because that’s what I usually do, but you’re… different. All of the stuff that usually helps me forget just made me think about you more. I think I’m really in love with you, rockstar, and I don’t think I’ve ever actually been in love before. It’s hard for me to come to terms with, because I know you have the power to take the happiness away if you decide to.”

“That’s okay.” He said, relieved you felt the same way. “We can figure it out together. I feel the same way about you, y/n. You don’t have to worry about me taking anything away from you, because you have that power over me, too.”

“Okay,” you whispered. “I think that would be alright.”

“No more running, please. You’re allowed to leave whenever you want, just don’t disappear on me again. I know long distance can be really hard, but I’ve never wanted to make it work more than I do right now. I’m not going to force you to stay if you ever do choose to leave, but I don’t want to lose you over something small, or something that we can fix.”

“Okay.” You said again, more confident now. “I don’t know how to do this properly, or how to stop being afraid, but I’m willing to try it if it means I get to be loved by you.”

“That’s all I ever want to do, y/n.” He said, pulling you closer to him. He rested his forehead on yours, not wanting to push you too far. “I promised that when you graduated for good, I’d by you whatever house you wanted. I’m going to do whatever I can to make sure that happens.”

“Me, too, Jake.” You felt your bottom lip quiver. “What did you do to me?” You laughed as another wave of tears hit you. “Making me want to settle down and have a nice house and some kids? I’ve never wanted that before in my life.”

“Guess it’s just the Kiszka charm?” He couldn’t help but laugh, too. You both fell into a comfortable silence, just happy to be loving each other again. After a moment, he broke it. “I suppose I can add taming a spitfire to my resume, now, too.”

“Only if I get to brag about enchanting a rockstar.” You both dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“In a true witchy woman fashion.” He sighed, a smile prominent on his lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Jake.” You were so happy to say it out loud again. He pulled you into a kiss, holding you there and savouring the feeling. He hesitated when he parted, not sure if he wanted the moment to end.

“You’re staying, right?” He asked hopefully.

“If you want me to.” You answered, mind still cloudy from the feeling of his lips on you.

“I’d never let you go home if I could get away with it.” He pulled back, settling into the bed a little more. He held his arms out to you, silently telling you to join him. You kicked your shoes off, climbing in next to him.

“This is home.” You whispered.

“A hotel in Atlanta?” He joked while he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. You audibly sighed in relief, realizing the memory of him was nothing compared to the real thing.

“You.” You corrected, relaxing into the warmth of his body. He didn’t answer, only smiled, knowing he felt the exact same way.

TAGLIST: @gvfpal @jakesgrapejuice @hellowgoodbye @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @welllauragvf

[sutherkins]

peter sutherland x neurodivergent!reader 💌

this is very self indulgent lmao. i tried to keep the mental stuff vague so you can hopefully imagine any mental illness in place of stuff besides the reader clearly having adhd because i have adhd. i hope anyone who reads this is able to relate and feel understood and comforted <3

warnings: mention of recreational drug use, reader is in between ages of 21-25 (i’m 23, so)

it’s not like you were opposed to telling peter about your medication. if he asked, you wouldn’t lie. you just didn’t want to be the first to bring it up. you knew you shouldn’t be ashamed of having to be on medication, and you knew he would never judge you, but you couldn’t help it.

that lasted for a couple months. your meds wore off around four or five in the afternoon and because of this, a lot of the time you got to spend with peter before he had to go to work was spent holding yourself back and trying to keep your symptoms closed off in an area he couldn’t see.

but now there was a problem. peter was somehow able to manage a couple weeks of vacation time in order to spend more time with you, real time he had always called it. he hated only getting to spend a couple hours with you each day just as much as you did, which was why he asked you to stay with him at a cabin he owned during his time away from work.

you said yes, of course. you figured he’d eventually find out during the trip, so you tried to relax at the thought of the conversation at the very least happening in a comforting environment. you’d just finished packing your bags when peter walked down the hallway of his apartment complex to your door and knocked. you smiled, you’d given him a key already so he didn’t need to knock, he came over all the time anyway. you liked that he did it anyways, always respectful of your privacy and space.

“you ready?” peter asked while grabbing your bags and walking them down to his car.

you nodded excitedly and hopped into the passenger seat, the car already full with snacks for the drive and your favorite music playing on the radio.

the two of you sat in comfortable silence until your meds started to kick in, kicking your energy into high gear and making it practically impossible for you to keep your mouth shut. you were worried he would start to get annoyed by so much chitchat but he didn’t seem to mind, intently listening to everything you had to say and responding when needed. he even laughed a couple times which was a victory in your book.

you arrived at the cabin soon after, beaming at the cabin and then at peter. “sorry for talking so much. i didn’t annoy you, did i?”

“of course not, pretty girl. it’s just your meds kicking in. nothing wrong with that. besides, i love listening to you.” he quickly grabbed the bags from his trunk and started leading you to the front door.

once you got inside you tilted your head, peter setting the bags down on the floor. “wait, how did you know i take medication?”

“i’ve seen it in your bathroom cabinet. ‘take one every morning’.” he quotes the label that’s printed on the bottle. “it’s for adhd, right?”

your face scrunched, “well, yes. i never outright told you so i just assumed you didn’t know. you don’t mind?”

peter grabbed your hand and led you to the couch in the living room, silently telling you to get comfortable while he got a fire started. “why would i mind? there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“no, i know. i mean, i know you know that too. my brain just…likes to lie to me sometimes. im guessing this also means you saw the other meds i take, then?” sighing, you squeezed his hand in need of reassurance.

“yeah. and just to repeat myself, there’s still nothing wrong with you or taking medication. whether it’s for adhd, anxiety, depression, insomnia… anything really. it doesn’t change the way i see you and it never has.” peter squeezed your hand in response, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

cheeks quickly turning red, you groaned and leaned your head onto his shoulder, hiding your face behind your hands.

he was having none of it, moving your hands and replacing them with his own, cupping your cheeks. “hey, hey, hey…none of that. you don’t need to hide with me.”

“i know, i know. i just need reminding sometimes.” smiling softly, you gazed at his loving expression, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth on your skin.

“i’m happy to do it.” moments pass before you hear peters voice again, now wavering from trying not to laugh. “im happy to try some of those edibles you have too. i saw you packed ‘em in your bag. did you really think i wouldn’t notice you getting high?”

“peter!” you poked his side until he fell backwards laying on the couch, your legs straddling his hips. “it’s for my anxiety. and for fun.” his hands immediately shift to rest on your waist, grinning up at you. “i think i’m a bad influence on you.”

he snorts. “oh, definitely. i kinda like it though.”

[sjhhemmings]

“Happy Birthday”

kelly severide x platonic fem!reader, andy darden x sister!reader (idk if i’m using the exclamation points right sorry guys)

a/n: i thought this would be cute, i don’t know if im going to do very many love interest kelly stories bc i rlly just see him as a big brother figure so majority will prob be y/n under platonic and sibling pov’s. I also figured I should write for someone other than Otis for once, but dw those are still coming ;)🤎

^^ continuation: idk if his birthday is correct I honestly did one google search and couldn’t find anything so i just made one up because i feel like he’s a capricorn LOL. also i basically completely made this timeline up because i don’t know if the seasons qualify as one whole year so im gonna say season 6 is 6 years after Andy’s death im so sorry if im wrong haha.

warnings: angst, fluffy, swearing, alcohol, not proofread so anything i missed?

Y/N’s POV:

January 3rd, six and half years after Andy’s death and everyday still feels the same without him, dull and empty. I’ve worked through it though, just trying to take life one day at a time. The pain began to feel less prominent as I’ve learned to live with it. But today is my birthday. Which is a never ending reminder of who I don’t have with me which is Andy. Another reminder is that today is also Kelly’s birthday, so today feels like pouring acid salt into a cut so deep I can see bone.

Kelly and Andy were best friends growing up, and since Andy was friends with Kelly, I was friends with Kelly. They always brought me along everywhere with them, even when they didn’t want or have to. It was funny growing up because they would pretend to be firefighters and talk about how they were going to save the city one burning building at a time, and me being the 6 year old I was when I started playing with them, I decided that being a paramedic would be easier. You know because fighting fires is only a man’s job according to 6 year old me. So when Kelly and Andy were off to the academy to fight fires, I was off to a school of my own to help them when they get hurt. Now after what felt like a hundred years i’d finished becoming a PIC and craved more in life. So I met up with both Andy and Kelly and told them I was also going to go to the academy to become a firefighter. Andy was thrilled, he talked about how I could continue working at 51 with both of them and it would be amazing. Kelly however did not feel the same. He thought I was making a mistake, so when I went to school and finally graduated, Andy died. This only made me more determined to finish out his legacy and finish the job he wasn’t able to do. 5 years later I was a lieutenant at firehouse 90 since I could no longer bare the pain of working with Kelly anymore, and I was offered a job to go fight wildfires in California. Now a year and a half later I’m back.

I was two years younger than my two older brothers even if only one of them was really blood related. Kelly and I’s birthday landed on the same day though and that made Andy go all out every single year. So yeah, it truly sucked when Andy died and the extravagant parties, and food, and people died along with him too. Today marks 6 and half years of our brother being gone and Kelly and I haven’t spent this day together since. I miss him, I really do but it hurt so much without Andy. Our birthday was just another reminder of him being gone. But now 6 years later I’ve finally decided to put my big girl pants on and celebrate with him.

Kelly was never a birthday boy. He hated all of the attention and gifts, and if it weren’t for me at least sending him a “happy birthday ❤️” text every year to fill the radio silence every other 364 days of the year, he probably would’ve forgotten that he has a birthday at all. But today that will change.

Since Kelly is still a firefighter at house 51 and that happens to be the house i’m transferring to now that i’m back in Chicago, I decided I would surprise Kelly. It’s the least I could do since we practically haven’t spoken in almost 7 years.

One week prior, Third Person POV:

“In exactly one week we will have a female transfer on squad 3. She’s been in California for the last year in the wildfire division of L.A. You guys will welcome her with open arms accepting her back into the 51 family. It’s been a rough year, wildfires are very different from the typical structure fires we see almost everyday. You will be patient, and understanding, and treat her with never ending respect. The only reason she isn’t a superior officer to the lot of you is because she declined the offer…That’s all. You’re dismissed.” After Boden makes his announcement almost the whole house is confused due to the nuclear bomb he basically just dropped on them.

“Um what?” Otis says out probably the most confused of them all.

“A female on Squad 3? Who is she the she-hulk?” Cruz adds on with a joke no one laughed at.

“Do you have a problem with that Cruz?” Boden asks furious at his blatant sexism.

“No sir.” He says in response and sits lower in his chair.

“I’m just confused that we don’t even know who this chick’s name and she gets to waltz in here like she owns the place. How does Severide feel about this?” Someone from the back asks with each word just pissing Boden off even more.

“For your information, she worked at house 51 for 7 years as the PIC then transferred to house 90 to become a working firefighter. After two years of working on Truck, she quickly became Lieutenant, then after three years she was offered a position in California. So yes, she does get to ‘waltz in here and act like she owns the place’. Now for your information her name is Y/N Darden and I don’t give a damn how Severide feels because it’s my goddamn house and what I say goes!” Boden says with complete rage which shut the rest of them up.

After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence Casey spoke up, “She’s family Chief and we’ll treat her as such, we won’t let you down.” He says half serious to scare the rest of the men and women in the room, and half excited because he gets to see you again. Luckily for your surprise to work out, Severide wasn’t on shift that day.

Present Day, Third Person POV:

You stood nervously outside the conference room awaiting your grand entrance to surprise Kelly. As the seconds count down to break the six year technical no contact with Severide, the nauseous feeling in your stomach continues to rise. God you’ve missed him.

“Now please welcome your new Squad 3 member…” You hear Boden’s prominent voice say as he approaches the door to open it for you, “Y/N Darden.” He finishes as you walk through the door and immediately all of the old faces that you’ve missed from your past become familiar again. You can only spot a few new faces, but before you fully process that your eyes land on Kelly’s in the back.

You watch as his face morphs from complete shock and excitement to anger and disappointment. Before you get a chance to say anything though he speaks up.

“What the hell is she doing here!?” He shouts at Boden which immediately pisses him off.

“Severide, calm down! You can either welcome your new team member as her lieutenant professionally, or you can walk out and talk to me privately in my office. We’re not causing a scene in front of my men and women right now.” He says patiently like he’s talking to a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“You know…this is bullshit! Hell no!” Severide shouts once again with all eyes in the room on him he waits a few seconds before he approaches you.

“You need to leave.” Is all he says as he walks out the conference room doors and you’re now standing there in the front of the room embarrassed as ever. Your face would be emotionless if there wasn’t tears falling down it so you quickly wipe them and mutter something along the lines of “this was a mistake” as you rush out of the room.

Boden stands there angry and everyone else doesn’t know what to do. Before anyone does anything though, Casey quickly goes to follow you and tells Boden he’ll handle it.

“Um…as for the rest of you, you’re dismissed.” He says walking out slowly while rubbing his jaw. This was going to be a long day.

“Hey Y/N, wait up!” Casey yells as he runs after you, you stop dead in your tracks at his voice and you turn around now showing your red and puffy face.

“Hey c’mere.” He says as he pulls you into a hug causing you cry a little harder, “Hey, shh, the birthday girl shouldn’t be crying on her special day, okay?” He says as he pulls you away from his chest and wipes your tears himself.

Surprised he remembered your birthday, your hands rest on his biceps as he does so and you sniffle and chuckle as he still treats you like a little sister. God you’ve missed him. And everyone here for that matter.

A little while later Casey brought you to his office so you guys could have a safe place to talk and not be overheard by the others. “I don’t know why I thought he would be happy to see me…” You say as you sip some hot cocoa. It was your favorite winter beverage and since it was your birthday he made you a cup of his famous recipe. Matt always made the best cocoa.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it. He’ll come around, it’s a tough day and seeing you unexpectedly probably added onto that. Not saying that you’re the cause but just the reminder you know?” Matt says leaning back in his desk chair and tapping his pen on the top of his desk you give him an unsure smile showing you understand what he said.

5 hours into your first shift back at 51 it has definitely not gone the way you were expecting. From the blow up this morning and a winter weather advisory deeming it unsafe for you guys to attend to non life threatening emergent calls you guys were stuck at the house. Not that there was a lot to do, it’s just despite being locked in a building with Kelly, you have no idea where he’s gone.

Sitting around the table in the common room you were telling stories about some wildfire calls in California catching up with the others.

“So there I was dangling out the side of the Helicopter hanging on with one hand over about 30 acres of straight fire, I had barely any grip but my chief advising that call had figured out how to stabilize the helicopter with resources around him so he could get 30 free seconds to help me back in. It was probably the most scary and exhilarating feeling of my whole existence-“ You say but trailing off as someone caught your attention out of the corner of your eye you finally see Kelly.

“Wow! That’s actually insane Y/N i’m glad you’re okay-“ Otis said a little too intrigued in ur story, but you cut him off as you get up to talk to Severide. “Sorry excuse me Otto, I’ll be right back.” You say running off towards Kelly.

“Yeah Otto, she’ll be right back!” Cruz says dying laughing at you not knowing his name.

“There is no way she doesn’t know who I am or my name! We worked together for four years, I mean yeah I was only a candidate but still!” He says genuinely hurt you don’t fully know who he is when he’s had a giant crush on you for years now.

“Hey Kelly wait up!” You shout following him to his office.

“Go away.” Is all he says before shutting the door in your face.

“No! Please can you just hear me out?”

“Go away Y/N!” He yells again but this time louder with his voice cracking.

“Let me in Kelly. Please.” You finally beg rattling the now locked door handle.

Ignoring you he shuts his blinds which only causes you to be more stubborn. Sitting outside of his not-so-soundproof office you start annoyingly knocking on his glass door.

After about 3 minutes of this he opens the door. “You have 5 minutes.” He says surprising you so you jump to your feet and follow him inside.

You sit on his bed and don’t exactly know where to start your explanation so the two of you just sit in awkward tension for about 30 seconds of your 5 minutes.

“I meant it Y/N you only have 5 minutes. Start talking.” he says breaking the silence and starting a real timer at which you roll your eyes.

“Happy birthday.” You mutter watching his eyes go wide.

“What!? You said start talking so I did. I’m paying my respects to my lieutenant!” You raise your voice a bit at his aggression defending your actions.

Still met with silence you sigh and begin explaining, “I only had a year contract in California. I was always planning on coming back to Chicago.” You first admit trying to clear the air unsure if he was mad that you went there, or for any other reason.

“I’m sorry if this was a mistake, I just thought it would be nice to see you again.” You admit starting to feel guilty.

“You know what would’ve been nice? A goodbye. A notice. Even a text just saying, ‘Hey I’m going to California for the next year, see you when I get back!’ Or maybe before that a goodbye saying you’re leaving 51 and transferring to 90, that would’ve been nice. Not just showing up to work a week after your best friend died and finding out the only tie you still had to him left too!” He shouts at you almost triggering your waterworks again, but you can see he definitely triggered some of his own.

“You know what Kelly, I get that, and i’m sorry!” You shout back but taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye, you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry your bestfriend died. You didn’t deserve that, but I want you to know, my fucking brother died! and I didn’t deserve that! I’m sorry you were just another reminder of what I didn’t have and I couldn’t even think about you without wanting to throw up! You know you two were so similar? Basically the exact same person, but when he died, that part of you died too. He died in all of us, so it’s not like I just lost him! I lost both of you and it broke my fucking heart. I love you Kelly, I truly do, but please don’t blame me when I had to take the measures to fix me before I could be there for you. You weren’t-aren’t the same person you were before and neither am I! But I’m back now, ready to start again, and be there for you if you need me, if you are too.” You finally finish your rant and see the tears falling down Kelly’s face as yours once did only a few hours ago. He sniffles a little bit leaving you on heard so you get up to leave but he grabs your hand and points for you to sit back down.

“I won’t stay if you don’t want me too. I can leave at the end of shift and go back to 90 just say the word that you don’t want me on your squad.”

“I don’t want you to leave, Y/N. But I can’t be responsible if you end up dying too…” Kelly finally breaks down after getting the last sentence out and you stand up pulling him into a hug.

Pulling him away from you and cradling his face in your hands you wipe his tears just as Matt did for you earlier and you say, “Kelly, I won’t die. and if I do it won’t be your fault, just like Andy’s death wasn’t your fault either. It wasn’t anyone’s, it was his stupid mistake for not listening to a confirmed order before going in. I know it’s bad of me to blame the dead for his death, but it’s true and he can cry about it from his grave if he has an issue.” You chuckle at the last sentence as does Kelly and you both smile.

“You’re just gonna have to trust me Severide, okay?”

“Okay.” He whispers back and places a kiss to your forehead then resting his forehead of yours. God it was nice to have your brother back.

At the end of shift Kelly brings you to Molly’s where Herrmann had set up a surprise party for the both of you. It was a good night. After a few drinks and being separated from Severide he finally comes and talks to you again.

“Hey there’s the birthday boy!” You greet Kelly with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, um, Otis just told me earlier on shift you called him Otto?” He says dying laughing.

“Yeah and?” You say genuinely confused?

“That’s not his name! It’s Otis!?” Kelly continues laughing at how you could’ve screwed that up and your jaw drops.

“You’re kidding!” You say feeling horrible now.

“No i’m not! You worked with that kid for four years before you transferred how did you fuck it up that bad!” Kelly exclaims as the both of you are dying laughing.

“Omg, I feel so bad! Do you think he’d forgive me?” You say looking around searching for where he was only to find him already staring at you.

Kelly looks in his direction then looks at you and nods his head yes. “Something tells me he’d forgive you.” he says knowing about his love struck elevator guy.

[lemon-boy-stan]

Can I have a Steve Harrington x Munson female reader where she's the one that gets dragged into the upside down instead of Steve and is the one that gets hurt. Lots of Steve fluff where he's just worried about her being hurt along with Eddie telling her she's stupid for doing that and being worried brother

hiiii anon, tysm for this request, i cried while writing it so i hope you enjoy lol (also im so sorry i forgot about the munson!reader 😔😔, hope you like it anyway??) I DID NOT SEE THE FLUFF PART I AM SO TREMENDOUSLY SORRY

"0x1 = LOVESONG"

summary: steve's girlfriend dives into lover's lake instead of steve. genre: angst. warnings: swearing, sexual references (literally just one), mentions of death, death scene. pairing: steve harrington x reader. an: based on this song by txt. also, i don't know the word count but its long asf lmfao

in this world of zero / i know / you're my / one and only.

in this endless darkness / like / oh my god, / so / holy.

from the / tip of my fingers / everything / runs / far away

my life / before you / was a mess,

couldn't win / this one round / of chess.

Steve turned to you with a growl, continuing his rant. "I swear to god, Y/N, if you die here I am going to kill you. I will kill you dead." you grinned at his words, "yeah, 'cause that's what 'killing you' means." and Steve glared at you. You rolled your eyes.

Eddie snorted, "your love language is one kind of strange, Harrington." Steve huffed loudly, puffing out his chest. You nuzzled your head into his neck, kissing his skin softly. "Don't worry, Stevie," you whispered softly, "I'm going to be okay. We're all gonna be okay." Steve nodded uneasily, letting out a shaky sigh. "I know," he said quietly, "I know. I just... I can't loose you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I can't loose you, baby. I don't wanna love anyone else."

You let out a broken sob, trying to muffle it in his shirt, "you won't. You won't, I promise." The boat was silent for a while, with nothing but the tide of Lover's Lake and the shuffling sounds of Eddie playing with the sleeves of his leather jacket to keep you company.

Robin slid the antenna of the radio up towards the sky and spoke into it what you were sure she thought was quietly, but evidently was not, because it broke the long, suffering silence. "Uh, Dustin. Your compass has gone from broken to completely screwed with a capital - ahh!" the kid spoke from the other end of the receiver, "then I think you've found watergate."

Steve frowned, clearing his throat, "what's Watergate?" you shrugged. Nancy turned to where you sat, "uh, I think 'cause it's under water and it's a gate." you nodded your understanding. Steve gripped your hand even tighter.

Robin radioed off, "alright, well, it's in the Lake, but I think we should try and see where it is first before, you know, jumping aimlessly into the beyond..." you stood up. "I'll do it." no one else had as much under water experience as you did.

Steve shook his head violently, standing up too. "Y/N, no. You're not going down there alone. You're not." eyes looking like they would start flowing with tears any minute, you hated how stressed this was making him, but you were the only one who could go down there.

"Steve," you said slowly, "Steve, baby, I've got to go down there and see where it is. I need you up here to come get me if anything happens, but I need you up here if anything happens to me down there." this only made him panic more but you kept talking anyway, "but I'm the only one who's qualified to go down there, baby. I've got eleven medals in diving and I've done three years of lifegaurd training, but I need you here to come get me later."

And then Steve started yelling, "NO, Y/N! YOU'RE NOT GOING DOWN THERE, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Robin and Nancy jumped in shock at the tone he never raised.

His eyes started to glint with tears but nothing actually fell, "WE ARE NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION! YOU ALREADY PUSHED IT BY GETTING ON THE DAMN BOAT. I'M GOING DOWN THERE, I WAS CO-CAPTAIN OF THE SWIM TEAM AND I CAN DIVE, TOO. END OF CONVERSATION, STAY ON THE FUCKING BOAT."

You sighed softly, knowing he would forever hate you for doing this, but shrugged off the denim jacket anyways, Steve's cotton shirt hugging you tightly.

"Sorry, Steve," you whispered the words before pivoting quickly, staring into the murky obsidian lake water; and you dove. Steve roared loudly, rocking the boat angrily, making the girls shriek and Eddie swear in shock.

"Fucking bitch!" grumbled Steve, panic, worry, fear rolling in his mind, "fucking crazy bitch! She can't even see anything down there, she's gonna get herself killed, for fuck's sake..." he let out a tearless sob. Robin grabbed his shoulders, "hey, Steve. Your girlfriend's right, she is a really good swimmer. And besides, saw Eddie pass her a torch just before she went in." and Steve's breaths began to slow. Robin was right, Steve had seen yn dive from the highest platforms. He'd even seen her save kids in riptides who were close to drowning. She would be okay.

You let the torch in your hand guide you, the yellow light illuminating the dark blue waves of Lover's Lake as you swam through the bitter cold. Steve's shirt was not barely enough, and didn't even cover your arms, but you knew that the denim jacket would just drag you down.

You were counting in your head, how long you'd stayed under the water, and were up to just past thirty seconds as you kicked harder and swam below the darkness, towards the glowing red, away from Hawkins above.

And that's where you saw it, at the fifty-second mark, blaring through a heap of jagged rocks, brighter than police sirens, angrier than bleeding blood red. The vines crept along the center of it, hiding watergate from the deep.

In your head, Steve's voice told you not to go near the vines, but the vines themselves were pulling you near them, calling you. So you swam closer to Watergate, close enough to see that there was white in the red colouring of the lights.

And then one of the vines shot upwards and you screamed, silent bubbles leaping from your mouth, dropping the torch as it floated in the lake. You kicked, as fast as you could, back up towards the Lake, up to where the shadow of the boat was. "Just kep Swimming," said the Steve in your head, "you can do it. I know you can." fifty-five. Fifty-six. Fifty-seven Fifty-eight. You were going to die. Fifty-nine. You were going to die. Sixty - "hi guys."

The watter rippled beneath the boat and Robin swore loudly as head popped out, then your shoulders. Steve let out a gasp of relief. "Hi guys," you grinned widely, swimming over to the boat, "So the kid's a genius. I found Watergate and I think -"

But then Steve let out a horrified scream, an actual scream as your hands lost grip of Eddie's boat. You tried to look at what he was screaming at, but you felt it for yourself. The vines guarding Watergate had grabbed your ankle. You were screaming, too, heart thump, thump thumping. Steve gripped the surface of your hands, but the vines were stronger. They pulled you down, all the way down. Your heart was beating too unnaturally fast.

Steve screamed in horror, gripping on to your wrist, he didn't care if you would break. He couldn't loose you. He couldn't. But the words tumbled from his mouth, "baby, no!" and you slipped from his grasp, the current tumbling over your head, breath fading as the bubbles leapt in a wordless scream of your boyfriend's name.

And suddenly it was all over, the drowning. The vines dragged and dragged, under the water, under Hawkins. The water was gone, and for a while you thought you were dead; you opened your eyes and your breath vanished again, for a split second.

The upside down. You'd remembered listening to Will's tales of it in '83, but you'd never actually believed it. The place might as well be hell. It was like a bad joke, dead, blue, and red all over. But you didn't get to marvel at the place long enough. Because the vines, the vines were still attatched to your ankles.

And there were more or them now. More of them, that came from the blue-grey ground. They were taking it, your breath, as they wrapped around your limbs and skin and body. You'd thought you were going to die in the lake, but you knew you were going to die here now. There was no point in screaming. No one was going to hear you from another dimension.

from this / bottomless pit / you're the only one / shining gold.

now, i can't / stop thinking about you / when i'm sinking / alone.

And so you searched and searched in your mind until you found him, found his calm, safe words. Steve coaxed you, "it's okay to die. It's okay. I won't be upset, I promise. You can let go, baby. You can just let go." but then the other Steve, the other Steve spoke in shattered sobs, "you can't die, baby. You can't die. You've got so much for you, we have so much ahead of us. We haven't even gone to the Grand Canyon. We have to go to the Grand Canyon. Please. Please don't leave me."

And as the bats tore away at your skin and the vines wrapped around your limbs, you hung on. Clinging to his voice, both his voicees inside your head, trying to wrestle free from the grasp of the vines. "Keep fighting," said the Steves, "you've gotta keep fighting." they were the same person now. Keeping you going.

The tears, even though you didn't want them to, fell from your cheeks, you let out more sobs as they mixed with your blood, stinging the gashing scars. "It's okay," cried Steve softly, "it's okay. You're gonna be okay,"

the angel who one day, / appeared / to me

take me away / to your / hometown

i know / it's real / i can feel it

im full of problems / lovesick / nowhere else to go / i was fine to die, / i'm a loser / in this game.

the only one / rule / of this world / save me / take my hand, / please use me / like a drug.

"FUCK YOU!" Steve's voice rang low and loud, echoing throughout Hawkins. You craned your neck up because you didn't believe what you were hearing, you didn't believe it at all. Steve.

Not the Steve in your head, the real Steve, tears streaming down his stranger cheeks that never recognised crying. Steve roared loudly, "FUCK YOU!" a boat oar in his hands, "FUCK YOU AND YOU AND YOU!" Steve leapt at the bats, taking them out in groups of three and five.

Nancy shot them with her rifle, and Eddie and Robin tackled with them until the remaining two squeaked and flew away into the crimson red night. Eddie pumped his fists in the air, "EAT SHIT, DRACULA!" he turned to Steve and grinned, "guess there were vampires after all."

But Steve wasn't listening. He didn't care about the vampires. He just cared about getting you to saftey. Steve tore at the vines, ripping them in half. He thought that maybe it was the sudden course of adrenaline making him stronger, or the fear of loosing his girlfriend.

Either way, he tore through them, grabbing you rougly and ripping you from the ground. You cried out in pain and he almost broke down right there and then, but he told himself to get his shit together.

say you love me / say you love me

till the / end of the world. / all or nothing,

i want all of you / i know i love you.

i'm not going to make it / i won't be able to get / into heaven / i don't / belong there / there's no place / for me / in heaven.

at / the tips of my feet / everything / turned / pitch

"Steve," you sobbed loudly, "Steve. It hurts." Steve choked back his own sob, "shh. Shh. know. I know. You're so strong. We're gonna get you safe, okay? You're so strong. Just hold on for me, okay, baby? Can you walk, princess? Can you stand up for me. Please."

You coughed before nodding grimly, "yeah. I think. I think I can. Not ready yet. Not ready to go. Gonna - need you help me stand please Stevie please," Steve choked again as he watched you cough up blood, wiping it gently away from your chin. "Yeah, of couse, of course,"

Steve took three deep breaths, "I'm just gonna lift you. I'm gonna lift you now, okay, sweetheart?" you nodded at him, mind blank, focusing completely on his words. "Steve," you whispered, "keep talking. Please. I don't wanna die, please keep talking please."

black / in this world / of ice / you're my one /

shining glow. / now i can't / stop / thinking about you / when i'm / sinking / alone

i'm full of / problems / lovesick / no way /

to go / i was fine / to die / im a loser / in this game /

the only one rule / of this world / save me

take my hand / please use me like a drug / i know

i love you

Steve nodded, "okay. Okay, baby. Shh. Just listen to me talk, yeah?" it hurt to move, but you hoped he knew you were listening. Steve let out a shattered breath as he got you on your feet.

He smiled, "do you... do you remember how you alway got mad at me for walking into rooms when you were alone in them?" he chuckled softly, "it was - it was because you would always sing when you thoight I wasn't there. And I said you should consider it, singing, I mean, but you always said no because you said you sounded like Tammy Tohmpson."

"And I said, 'no, she sounds like a muppet. You sound actually good.' and you said, 'no, I sound like a muppet.' and also, also -"

You let out a sharp cry of pain as you walked.

Steve tried not to sob, "also do you remember that night in freshman year at Josh's party where you got really drunk and when you gret drunk you get sad and you told me, you said you were fat and ugly and I got so mad I got so mad because it's not true at all and oh my god we went for so long that night oh my god. I kept telling you how pretty you were."

He still kept talking.

"Or that time. '84. Where you - you saved me from Billy and you kicked his ass and I kept on thinking, you're so fucking hot and awesome - no. No. No, no, no. Please. Please baby. Please don't go. Please. Please, no! Please baby. Please. NO, DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME PLEASE Y/N PLEASE PLEASE DON'T GO DON'T GO,"

But you were going. You knew you were going. You smiled softly, "it's okay, Stevie," standing limp on the ground, "I - It's okay." and Steve cried, sobbing big loud tears, "no, nononononono." you held your smile, "I could never make six kids anyway." giggling quietly, ignoring the blood. Steve sobbed, "I don't need six kids. I don't even need one kid. I just need you. I love you. Please. Please I love you so much." your ankle twisted so you fell and he held you in a bridal position, "it's okay, Stevie. I love you too. It's okay. I wanna... tell me ... the ... the Grand Canyons. And... and the Rockies."

Steve nodded but he was still crying, "we'd go... in a caravan. Just Like Eddie's. Every Summer. Our kids. Would... they would be so fucking loud and noisy, Y/N, you have no idea. Even more annoying than those little shitheads.

It would be so hot in there but I don't think they would mind, and on late nights we'd just chill under the stars and I'd try to stargaze but you know stars are difficult so anyway I think we would just sit there and watch them.

We would have three boys and three girls and they would run around the backyard and they would always be fighting with each other but that's okay because I mean, like, Dustin and stuff fight all the time and anyway I don't think that would matter.

We could have a dog. It would be because the kids wanted it and they said they'd look after it but it would always end up to be you and I who looked after it, we could call it Gumbo like that little green dude, you know... and I don't think we'd live in Hawkins but I do think we'd come back sometimes, just for old time's sake..." and Steve kept talking, talking long after he knew the lights had gone out, because he knew it was what you wanted.

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omg hi!! can I request smthing with obi wan?

maybe he and reader get stuck on a mission and have to rent a hotel room where they have to share the bed? 👀 im a wh0re for these cliches ngl

im so sorry it took so long! first tumblr did not notify me of this ask of course and then i had to go and make it almost 3k words...

Pairing | Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader Word Count | 2,769 Warnings | mentions of ptsd, obi-wan gets injured

Hosnian Prime.

You'd never been to a planet so much like Coruscant before, with spiraling towers and speedways made of floating bulbs of fire. Strange faces of all types gaped as you swished by, all robes and dignity and indifference. You knew they were not looking quite at you.

"This is most unhelpful," Obi-Wan grumbled beside you, flicking the hood of his robe over his head. The damage was already done, though, and he could not hide now. "How are we supposed to find anyone before they find us?"

"Us?" You echoed, stifling a laugh. "You mean you ."

Obi-Wan gave you a stern look, the blue of his eyes sparkling. There were surely Jedi here aplenty but this was a master in their midst; Obi-Wan Kenobi out of all of them. You knew he hated the recognition, the honor that teetered dangerously on fame, but it would not last long. In an ecumenopolis like this, life moved too quickly for fascination.

You found yourself on the higher levels of the city as the sun began to rise, coating the towers in a golden light. The plush carpets of your contact's apartments were quickly being worn down by Obi-Wan's incessant pacing, a frown hidden behind the hand that stroked his coppery beard. You simply crossed your legs on the divan, fiddling with the hilt of your lightsaber. 

"I have a bad feeling about this," Obi-Wan muttered for what seemed like the hundredth time. The man you were supposed to meet was now over two hours late, and any attempts to radio to Coruscant had been met with silence. "I think we should leave. Obviously, the signal is being blocked."

"It's blocked because our contact didn't want word of his betrayal getting out," You reminded him. "He's been kind enough to provide us with information regarding our target's whereabouts, and not without great peril to himself."

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to respond, a sour expression coloring his face, when the elevator doors hissed open. You stood, ready to greet the informant, tucking your saber back into the loop at your belt.

"Good, you're here," The man blustered, looking anxiously between you and Obi-Wan. His eyes widened in recognition, then relief. "Follow me. Quickly."

You could practically feel the annoyance rolling off of Obi-Wan in waves, but he said nothing as you stepped into the elevator alongside the vexed man. The doors slid shut again, and you were met with your own startled reflection. 

"I'm terribly glad to finally be rid of these thugs," Your contact huffed irritably, seeming to relax in the presence of two Jedi convoys. "I got into this for good work, but as soon as I saw them for what they really were, I contacted the Republic straight away. I am no criminal, see, and-"

You'd stopped listening, focused instead on the sudden change of expression that had overcome Obi-Wan's face. The elevator stopped, shuddered, and opened to the wet pavement of Hosnian Prime's underworld. Suddenly, the contact had stopped talking, his slimy voice reduced to nothing more than a groan. He tumbled out of the elevator, boneless, with a smoking hole straight through his chest. The next shot ricocheted off Obi-Wan's blade as he stepped forwards, blocking you with his body.

"It's an ambush!" He growled, watching with narrowed eyes as the attackers stepped out of the shadows. Down here, the rising sun had barely any presence, glinting weakly off of the occasional puddle. You ignited your own saber and it was nearly blinding.

"That can't be all of them, can it?" You asked quietly, twisting your blade to see better. Obi-Wan chanced a curious glance down at you, raising his brows. 

"No, I expect not."

You parted from him then, skating across the pavement to spring forwards. The thug before you- a Rodian, able to see well in the dark- dropped his blaster and scrambled aside. Another came to his aid and you blocked the blow easily, knocking them both over the heads with the hilt of your weapon. 

The pavement below had amassed quite a collection of blasters before you and Obi-Wan joined again, standing over the cowering group with stern expressions. He reached to his belt for his communicator, bringing it to his lips, and you froze. 

"Obi-Wan!"

Your warning came a second too late. With your sabers hooked at your waists again, there was no time to block the shot you sensed a moment before. Instead, you reached out through the Force, stretching your fingers into the darkness, and the red bolt that had been heading straight for Obi-Wan's heart veered upwards instead. He stumbled back in pain as it crossed his shoulder, sending him toppling to the ground. Behind you, the scum you'd downed took their chances, scampering off into the darkness.

"Obi-Wan," You repeated, falling to your knees beside him. He groaned, clutching at the wound, and cursed.

"Kriff," His voice was strained with pain as he struggled to rise up again, glancing over his shoulder. "They're getting away- you should-"

Wordlessly, your arms circled his waist, drawing a soft noise of pain from the man as you hauled Obi-Wan to his feet. He managed to stand, if somewhat unsteadily, and you couldn't help the way your fingers flew to his cheekbones, comforting. He fell silent immediately.

"We can't stay here," You hummed, letting your hand fall to fix his robes, suddenly embarrassed by your actions. "There's a place we can stay nearby, for a few credits. We'll patch you up and radio Coruscant that we're just going to have to be here a few more days."

Obi-Wan's face sank. Though he was no stranger to changing tides, you'd known him long enough to understand his hesitancy to fail. Qui-Gon's death had knocked that playfulness from him years ago. 

"If we must," He declared finally, gingerly replacing his brown cloak over the wound, hiding it from view. "Come. I can walk."

You hated how he was both right and wrong at the same time, a juxtaposition in the form of a steady lump. Obi-Wan Kenobi was not a cocky man- no good Jedi was- but the confidence he always seemed to hold in his constitution nearly fell on borderline. He allowed no help as you shuffled alongside him, glancing about for another ambush. Miraculously, none came, and soon, the spire you'd scoped out days before the mission came into view. 

"This is the place," You uttered, pointing ahead. Down here, hardly anyone paid your prominent robes any mind. In fact, they shied away like insects, looking very pointedly anywhere but you. Obi-Wan was pale by the time you'd slipped inside, his skin a stark contrast from his coppery hair. You passed a worrying glance his way but he only frowned, urging you along as if he was the one leading the way. 

"It looks..." He began, somewhat breathless. "Busy here. Are you sure this is a good place?"

"If we want to have any hope of staying on their trail, yes," You replied, drawing nearer to the hub. Obi-Wan took over then, negotiating for the privacy that your particular situation needed. The Twi'lek behind the counter must have sensed his discomfort, though, as her brows were twisted upwards in confusion as she handed over the datachip. You thought nothing of it until the lift brought you to the skyline, the doors to your room sliding open with a tap of Obi-Wan's chip. 

"Oh," He uttered, faltering at his first steps inside. You peered in afterward, expecting the worst, but nothing seemed out of place.

"Sit down," You ordered, pointing to the bed. It was dressed in a soft blue coverlet, pulled back just enough to reveal an assortment of embellished pillows. Reluctantly, Obi-Wan eased himself against the edge, dropping his cloak onto the bedspread with a stifled noise of pain. You were beside him in an instant, your fingers brushing the singed fabric at his arm with a soft hand. He flinched, looking away as a flush crept up his neck.

"It's not that bad," You pronounced a moment later, settling on the bed beside him. "I only wish you hadn't insisted on walking the whole way, but you just need a little bacta and some rest."

Obi-Wan's jaw set into what you recognized as silent defiance. He was never one to be taken care of, even by the healers back in the temple. It frustrated you to no end sometimes, no matter how fondly you always seemed to look upon him.

"Obi-Wan," You began, searching your belt for the bacta spray. Truthfully, you knew exactly where it was- the bandages too. This was just a way to hide your face, unable to keep his gaze, as you spoke your next words. "You'll need to take your robes off so I can get to the wound."

There was a rustling of fabric, and when you looked up, Obi-Wan was practically fighting his tabard with a frustrated countenance. His injured arm laid useless at his side as he struggled, his hand twitching every so often in a restrained effort to assist. Finally, you sat beside him, stilling his motions. 

"Caraya's soul, let me help before you just make it worse," You lamented, unwinding the fabric from his neck before you'd even realized what you were doing. The matching tunic came off next, and then he was sitting before you in only a loose brown undershirt. Obi-Wan breathed your name suddenly then, stopping you.

"I have-" He started, sounding small. "I have scars."

"And now you're going to have another one, I imagine," You sighed. "Can you lift your arm for me? Be careful."

It took some coaxing, but the final layer was soon tossed aside. He was beautiful, and you had to suck a breath through your teeth to focus. His wound was not kind, burning a line across his shoulder, but it was not deep either. 

"I'm going to apply some spray and wrap it up, okay? You won't be able to swing your lightsaber for the rest of the day," You murmured, your fingers coming to rest just under his wound. Obi-Wan stiffened, and you sighed. "Or longer, if you ignore my advice. It's not deep, but you could really permanently-"

"I know," He snapped, and you pulled away sharply. 

"What in the Sith hells has gotten into you today?" You gestured accusingly at him, watching how his blue eyes flickered to your hands. "You've been difficult this entire time. Is this mission beneath you, Kenobi?"

Obi-Wan, looking adequately chastised, said nothing for a long moment. You took the opportunity to spray bacta over the charred swath of skin, wrapping his shoulder with a far stiffer hand than necessary. As you began to tie the bandage off, his breath shuddered in surrender. 

"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan murmured, twisting his hands in his lap. He didn't look at you, instead casting his gaze downwards. "Anakin and I were quarreling before this and I... I shouldn't have let that get in the way of our assignment."

You simpered somewhere behind his frame, where he couldn't catch you, and tucked your supplies away. Unbidden, your hands lifted again, laying gently on his uninjured shoulder in a comforting way. Obi-Wan leaned into you, his skin prickling with gooseflesh underneath your touch.

"Now, that wasn't so hard. You'd think we've been companions long enough to get that out of you without having to snap," You sighed, your tone turning apologetic. "Don't worry about Anakin, he'll have forgotten it all by the time we return. His disposition changes like the solar winds."

Obi-Wan smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. You leaned forwards, over his shoulders, and finally caught a good look at his face. Though he tried to hide it behind fluttering fingers at his beard, Obi-Wan looked exhausted.

"You haven't been sleeping again," You sighed, your palm sliding down to rub circles over his back. He sunk down at that, looking somehow even wearier. 

"Yes," Obi-Wan muttered, running a hand through his coppery hair. "Is it that obvious?"

"We have time now," You began, unable to pull your hand from the bare skin of his shoulderblades. His warmth was mesmerizing, and you only realized just now that the bed you'd both occupied now was the only one. "Why don't you get some rest while I radio Coruscant? And don't try to protest- you need it with that shoulder, okay?"

A flick of your fingers sent the curtains flying shut, blocking out the shimmering brilliance of the metropolis beyond. The only light now was the soft glow of the lamp in the corner, casting everything in a gentle sheen of gold. Obi-Wan, with a little coaxing, settled back into the pillows, the sheets drawn up to his shoulders. You stepped into the 'fresher to send a message to the council, your voice hushed, before returning to the carpeted bedroom to kick off your boots. Obi-Wan was still awake, if barely, and his head lolled to the side to watch as you draped your cloak and outer tunic over the armchair in the corner. 

"Don't move," You whispered, stepping around his wearied frame. His eyes, bluer than the vastest of oceans, followed your hushed movements poignantly. "You'll jostle your shoulder."

You slipped under the covers like it was the most natural thing in the galaxy, keeping a delicate stretch between Obi-Wan's body and yours. He blinked languidly and you smiled, turning on your side to face his splayed limbs.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan returned, his voice hoarse with fatigue. "I... I hope I don't disturb you."

His eyes slipped shut before you could find the words to ask what he meant, his breathing going even. You'd hardly ever seen Obi-Wan so peaceful before, save for the rare times he'd fallen asleep beside you as a padawan. You'd woken so often to find his limbs tucked around your body, your own hands folded neatly against his chest. You'd always been such close friends, then. 

Somehow, your own exhaustion had escaped you, and you awakened sometime in what must've just been the afternoon. Slivers of light peeked through the openings in the curtains, casting golden blades of light down to the floor. One fell across Obi-Wan's face, turning his coppery hair molten. The blue of his eyes was so bright then, and you realized he was looking at you through a sheen of wetness that threatened to spill over his freckled cheeks. 

"Obi-Wan," You breathed, suddenly very awake. "Obi-Wan, what's wrong?"

Your hands traveled the expanse of sheets and pillows until they brushed his shoulder- the uninjured one- and stroked a delicate line up to his cheek. You caught his face in gentle fingers, your body inching closer. His barriers had been down, you realized, for at the first brush against his skin, Obi-Wan's thoughts came pouring into your mind, bluer than his irises. You were drenched in him now, soaking in the tears you started to share. 

"Oh," You said, the breath stolen from your lungs. "I'm so sorry, I- Obi, why haven't you said anything?"

The war remained over him like a covering of ash, clouding his mind even when he'd slept. You'd felt that- the lingering dregs of the nightmare he'd just woken from- ingrained into his very being. This, you understood now, was the true face of Obi-Wan Kenobi, a man no longer a keeper of peace, but a creator of war.

"Is it wrong to wish the Council did not think so highly of me?" Obi-Wan muttered, so quiet you would've missed it if it wasn't for the silence of the room. 

"No," You whispered in return. "It's alright to want peace."

There was only solace now in the way he twined his fingers through yours under the covers, secret and intimate in a course you knew it had to be. You squeezed his palm in yours, gentle, and smiled. The kiss you placed against his cheek was more like a brush of your lips, but the way he flushed a delicate pink was reward enough.

"I've-" Obi-Wan began again, his voice breaking. "-since we were children-"

"It's okay," You interrupted softly. "Me too."

You wished you could lay your head over his chest, like you had when you were a padawan, but his injury prevented it. Instead, you lulled him to sleep with the rhythmic stroking of your thumb over his knuckles, resting asunder but merged under the silken sheets. Eventually, the fragment of afternoon light fell from his face, watched closely by your careful eye- and finally, you could sleep too. 

[hwanchaesong]

Hiii I’ve been following you for a long time now and this is my first time making a request so im kinda nervous cuz ur literally one of my faves kandksnddk

Can you please do ‘All too well’ with Seonghwa?

Just the heaviest angst with the fluffiest ending

I love ur fics sm AAAACKK have a nice dayyy~

a/n: heyy!! yes i remember you ksjshs omg thank you so much for being there right from the start. i really really appreciate it 🥺 so here's your request and i hope you like it 💚 @rielleluvs

👤: ATEEZ Park Seonghwa

📼: All Too Well - Taylor Swift

genre & warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, mentions of break-up and cheating

word count: 1.3k

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"I guess this is it."

You looked at Seonghwa for the last time, somehow hoping that he'll wrap his arms around you and tell you that everything will be okay. That he'll do anything just to make you stay.

He did not.

"Yes, goodbye, Y/N."

Hearing your name roll off his tongue is foreign, you were so used to him calling you baby, honey, or darling and all that cringey petnames.

Change is inevitable, you already moved out and are currently living alone, but what really hurt the most was when he mailed back all of your things 2 weeks after the break-up.

Scrambling all of the box's content, everything in it reminded you of him. Then you noticed that one item is missing, your scarf.

The one that you left at his sister's house that he cunningly hid in his drawer afterwards. You have to get that back, it was a precious gift from your mom.

You fished for your phone, hesitantly dialling his number as your thumb hovered above the green button.

One ring.

Two rings.

He picked up.

"Hello?"

You missed his voice, damn it, you need to keep the tears at bay, maintain a steady voice and stop your hands from shaking.

"Hello, Seonghwa."

That doesn't sound right.

"I'm sorry for calling but," you took a deep breath, "my scarf isn't here."

A long, defeaning silence ensued before you choked on your saliva due to his unexpected response.

"I'm actually at the market right now, I'll pick you up there and I'll let you get it back from our-"

Seonghwa, from the other line, stopped himself from saying his next words, 'our home' isn't the term for that empty, cold setting.

He cleared his throat, "You can get it from the apartment yourself."

And he hung up on you.

Dumbfounded would be the best word to describe what you're feeling right now, that was out of the blue even for him.

You inhaled sharply and willed yourself that everything will be fine, nothing wrong could happen in that short amount of time you'll get to spend with him for the last time.

A loud knock on the door pulled you out of your self-hypnosis, that must be him.

You stood up and slowly opened the door, your breathing hitched when you saw the man that you loved, no wait, correction, still love, in front of you.

It was awkward, the only thing that you could do is fidget around, waiting for the man to talk and initiate what he originally planned.

Seonghwa doesn't know what to do, a hurricane wreaking havoc on him and all he wanted to do is hug and kiss you, but he can't, he shouldn't.

"Seonghwa?" you called out to him, worried about his well being when you noticed him being out of it.

Your voice snapped him out of his daze, shaking his head and forcing a strained smile at you, "Yeah, I'm sorry, let's get going."

He turned on his back and started walking towards his car, not forgetting to open the car door for you, a sweet habit of his that made your poor heart melt.

Situating yourself in the passenger seat, the drive brought a sorrowful nostalgia on your part.

You reminisced about the way the two of you blasted the radio on, singing at the top of your lungs. Him staring at you way too long that he almost brought the grim reaper into your lives way too soon.

It was too sudden, the blank canvas that the both of you painted with both pastels and neutral hues was destroyed like it was nothing but a piece of fake artwork.

Years of companionship and effort thrown out of the window because of his damn mistake, and you hated him for it.

But you hated yourself more because even after all that, you still have it in you to forgive him and be with him. You are still willing to give your withering relationship a shot.

A thing that wasn't considered when Seonghwa decided to give communication up. The main reason for the downfall of you and him.

The car came to a stop, arriving at the place that you once called your safe haven, now a dreaded chamber that suffocates you to no end.

Stepping foot inside, you were greeted by sentiments and promises, like a film, all those memories that you pushed at the back of your mind came rushing in like a tidal wave.

That untouched photo album on the counter that you used to skim whenever his mother told you stories about his childhood. Talking like you'll have a family with him after 5 years, predicting whose personality your future children would inherit.

The kitchen where you used to dance with him using the refrigerator light, him humming a gentle tune that served as your music for the night's pajama gala.

You find yourself unable to move, paralyzed on the spot when you felt a warm cloth being draped over your neck. Your hands automatically clutched the fabric, tears springing up from your eyes when you heard him apologize from behind you.

"I'm sorry for what I've done. I regret it so much, and I-"

Seonghwa braced himself, gathering all the courage to approach you, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"I can't let that scarf go like how I can't let go of you."

It's safe to say that you lost it with that statement of his. Your separation had caused a piece of you to shatter and now you're trying to bring yourself back up, he does this?

"Seonghwa," you mumbled shakily, not knowing what to say or how to handle the situation, "I want to believe you but I can't just forget the way you took me as your own that night, then the next morning someone is texting you that they miss you."

"She's a flame from my past and I don't give two shits about her! Baby, please listen to me."

He turned you around to face him, eyes glossy and desperate, ready to beg for you to not leave.

"I did not cheat on you." he cupped your cheeks, wiping the stray tears that gracefully cascaded down, "I will never do that to the person that I've considered the one real thing in my life."

You pushed him away, tired and frustrated with everything.

"Then why didn't you talk to me?! Why did you let me leave that day?! Why on earth did you let that girl continue to bullshit her way t-"

Your sentence was cut off when Seonghwa brought you back to his sturdy chest, this time, he lets his own tears flow freely.

"It's because I'm a fool!"

Heavy breathing and time ticking, coming to terms with the fact that what you had was gone, that nothing could be done to save the impending tragedy, yet here he is, whispering a new chapter with you.

"I thought that we'll be better off without each other and I was so fucking wrong."

He pressed his lips on the crown of your head, you're now full on crying at this point, your snot probably splotched on his balenciaga shirt though he couldn't care less.

"Life is miserable without you, I can't imagine living without you. So please," Seonghwa closed his eyes, pulling a bit away from you to look at you fully, wanting to show you how serious he is, "please give me one more chance."

Your heart is racing a million miles, brain short circuiting, will you accept this proposal and go through the start once more?

"I swear, to heaven and the stars, you're the only one that I'll give my heart and soul to. Please, be mine again."

Maybe you will, especially when you collided your lips with his, an emblem of your journey and new path that fate chose for you.

Wind running in your hair, footsteps down the stairs, a rare occurrence of a love story full with uncertainties but it's fine as long as you're with the man that you know all too well.

[moneymasnn]

Flower girl and Her Football boys| A Mason Mount And Ben Chilwell Love Triangle

Chapter 10 The final pov:

Masterlist

Notes: Im actually so sorry for how long it has taken me to write this lol, but I won't lie I kinda lost motivation for It. well this is the ending, dont be mad lol but I think I went with the best option! Im sorry in advance for the broken heart lmao. But I'm sorry if there is any mistakes, I love you all thank you for reading and liking!!!!!!!

Warnings: Contains swearing, SMUT, and a broken heart I'm sorry :((

Your palms were sticky and sweaty, your skin felt almost sticky, your hair looked frizzy and your clothes felt like they were suffocating you.

All simple signs of anxiety you suppose.

But anxiety over what? Just the fact the time is currently 6:49pm, reading you had exactly eleven minutes to get your shit together before at exactly 7pm when your ex "situationship", if you can even call it that, would be at your door collecting you for a meal with his family.

You had spend the last hour perched upon the soft carpet on your bedroom floor, your legs crossed as you delicately brush some rose to your cheeks in your mirror. No music blasting in the background like usual, no distant hum of the tv echoing though your home, just silence. Silence so you could think about how you had managed to get yourself in this mess today, but was it really a mess?

If you were to ask Mason, he his brain simply wouldn't correlate it to be a mess, just a mere problem that he was willing to solve.

So when he knocked on your front door at exactly 6:59pm, smartly dressed and stood up straight with a bunch of red roses his mother had forced him to pick up from the shop on his way to get you. His hair blew in the wind as he let out a long deep breath, hoping you wouldn't notice his nerves.

He felt wrong doing this, you both hadn't spoke in three months, and the first time you did would be in his favourite Turkish restaurant with the rest of his family.

He knew you needed to speak first, but mason was silently hoping you would pretend with him for a night, pretend that life was perfect and you didn't fuck his best friend.

Mason tenses as the thought flashed though his mind, the whole reason he wasn't speaking to you in the first place. If he was to sit down and write a list of the things that went wrong in your "situationship" you would have appeared as a walking red flag. But mason was willing to ignore every sign that told him he should walk away, instead he followed his heart, because as much as he hated to admit it, his heart wouldn't allow him to ever forget you.

When you pulled on your shoes and opened the door the first thing you saw was Masons wide girin, as his eyes sparked as his gaze lingered over your figure for a moment. His hands were cliched around the bouquet, the top button of his shirt was undone and his trainers were pristine, he hadn't changed at all.

"Hi." Was all he managed to say as he extended an arm to wrap around you in a quick hug. But he couldn't help bur feel every fear melt away as his arm brushed your shoulder, even if it was for a second.

"These are for you." He had that's stupid school boy grin on his face that always managed to erupt butterfly's in you.

"Thank you mase."

After a moment of silence when you ran to place the flowers in your kitchen Mason leaned on your door frame, trying to steady his breath and compose himself. But he couldn't wipe his smile as he watched you approach him at the door again.

"Ready?"

In the car was just you and Mason, his mum opting to take two cars since you wouldn't all fit into one. Nevertheless, it gave a huge window of opportunity for the both of you to talk about literally anything, but instead the only voice to fill the car was the faint muffle of roman kemp on radio one.

The car ride was short but as you parked up and Mason turned off the ignition he sighed and turned to you as a sigh he had something to say, causing your eyes to be glued to him.

"Y/n, I havent- i havent said anything to my family, so I think my mum has this idea that we've been dating for like the last six months. I know that might make you feel awkward or uncomfortable but I didn't really have the heart to explain to my mum why we stoped, you know, talking but if you-"

"Mase, its okay. Let's not overthink this." You cut off his nervous rambling, trying to calm him down.

"Yeah." He awkwardly laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Im not really sure what this is, but if it is a a second chance, I really appreciate it, mase."

Mason just flashed you a warm smile before he had dashed out the drivers seat, slightly sliding across the bonnet of his car so he could open your door for you.

"Such a gentleman." you smiled.

"Always."

The dinner was far from awkward, you spent most of your time tuning in and out of conversation with Masons family. Paying most of your attention to his niece, who was handing you crayons to help her draw.

You couldn't help but fawn over they way his gorgeous chocolate eyes glisten whenever he made summer giggle, pointing out how adorable her two little front teeth were.

The conversation about yours and masons current relationship status hadn't happened yet, which had eased a lot of tension between the two of you, taking a weight off your sholders.

You didn't think your staring was that obvious, but clearly it was when behind you Masons mum was fawning over the way you looked at her son.

"So y/n, I take it we'll be seeing you on Friday?" Masons mum had asked you.

The final. The game, for some odd reason, Ben had tried so hard to desperately to drag you too.

Masons head popped up at the question, he was about to technically invite you there and then, but your words had stoped him.

"I think so. Ben got my brother some tickets for his birthday, but I'm still not sure if I'm going yet." You thought it was better to have just pulled the plaster off, not wanting mason to find out sooner or later who had already invited you to the match.

Masons jaw clench look hadn't gone unnoticed by you, or his mother.

"Ben? As in our chilly?" Masons mum smiled at you as you nodded in a reply.

"That was lovely of him." She smiled turning back to masons dad.

Mason was undoubtedly staring into your side profile, but you refused to be the first to turn to him.

"Ben, huh?" Mason said with raised eyebrows.

"Mhm."

"Do you guys, you know, still talk?" He didn't want to have this conversation at at dinner table with his family, but he had to know what he was getting himself into.

"Occasionally." You shrug it off as a sign he had nothing to worry about. You lent over Mason, picking up the red crayon to carry on drawing on summers colour book.

The dinner flew by, you saw goodbye to moans family as they made their way back now to Portsmouth. Noticing the sly winks of approve his family had given him behind your back, as you noticed the small blush cheer on his cheeks. You're pretty sure you heard his dad say "She's a keeper." And that no doubt made you grow the same colour as a tomato.

When masons had pulled up to your house he had brown to walk you up to the door, ignoring you protests.

"So... will I see you at the bridge on Friday?" Mason smirked, fiddling with his fingers behind his back like a child as he stood on your door step.

"I dont know yet." You giggle.

"I'd love it if you could?" Mason pouted at you, blinking a few times to add to the puppy dog effect he was trying to pull off.

"I think about it." You smirked.

"Night mase." You lent up and kissed his cheek, noticing the pink blush on his cheeks before starting to disappear behind your front door.

He doesn't know what it was that made him do it, the way your hair lingered along the corner of your mouth was enough for him to imagine lifting his thumb to place it on your soft lips, and kiss you the way he had done in the past.

But as you did Masons foot had budged in-between, stopping the door.

"Mason? Your left pinky toe alone is literally worth more than my house and car combined, please don't break it in my door-"

But your sarcastic little comment was interrupted as Mason brought his hands up to your cheeks, cupping both of them as he pulled you in for a harsh passionate kiss.

Mason had stepped award, causing you to step back as he pushed you onto your apartment, slamming the door shut with his foot.

As his impulses took over as he found his hands gripped down on your waist, swiftly moving them down to grab a handful of your arse, causing you to moan in his mouth. Then moving them down again to your thighs and swiftly lifting you up and pushing you against his wall.

His hands moved back up as he squeezed your bum again. He loves the way you moaned into his mouth, as he pulled away for air, but he pulled back on your bottom lips with his teeth.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." He said. you just smirked as you peppered kisses all over his nose.

"You know what you've got to do now?" You smiled at him.

"Whats that?" He asked breathlessly, a smile toying on his lips.

"We need to make up for lost time."

Mason smirked as he just pushes his lips back onto yours in a teeth clashing kiss, letting his young rub over yours as he savoured the taste on your lips. And the heated kiss was still never separated, him wanting to hold you as close as possible.

The kiss was full of passion and unspoken words.

But as he was making his way to your stairs, both hands still on your arse he couldn’t wipe the Cheshire Cat smile off his face, as he was finally about to do what he's being dreaming about since the day he walked out your door.

As he got up the first step he heard your breathless moans as he stopped on the first step, placing you down.

Mason got on his knees a few steps blow you, as you figured out what was about to happen. Mason kissed along your thigh, relishing in the way you threw your head back.

"Have you ever been eaten out on your stairs before, y/n?"

You shaved your head in a 'no' suddenly nerve taking over you.

"Use your words baby. Do you want me to make you cum on the stairs?"

"Please, please, mase." You begged him, felling the wetness drip into your panties.

"You wish is my command." He smirks up at you.

He pushed your dress up to your waist, pulling down your lacey thong to your ankles, pulling them off before rolling the up and placing them I his back pocket.

He then pulls his phone put his pocket too look at the time, you frown when you see the look on his face.

"Mase?" You asked, but he interrupted you.

"I promised Nathan I'd pick him up at nine."

"What time is it now?" You frowned, sitting forward to protect your exposed self.

"8:51"

There was a silence as mason pushed his phone back into his pocket, then using his hands to spread your thighs back open.

"Should we see how quick I can make you cum for me?"

He then moved back down as his hand hooked under you thighs, as he threw both your legs over his head, balancing your thighs on his shoulders. As he squeezed your left thing with his hand while peppering hickeys down your right thigh.

"Your on the clock, mount." Referencing to the fact he hasn't touched your core yet.

"Don't worry darling, I'll be quick." You liked this cockiness that was coming out of him, it turned you on like crazy.

He then wasted no time in moving his face down to your core, you moaned out as you could feel his hot breath on your core. Mason could see your wet glistening pussy, and he couldn’t wait to taste you. 

Mason hummed as he fattened his tongue over your pussy, before circling around your entrance, saving the taste of you. Before he licks up your slits and lightly flicks his tongue over your clit.

He swirled his tongue around you a few times, before using his fingers to open your slips, spreading your wetness all around. He was slow with his tongue, but he made sure with every swipe he made he was hitting your clit.

You felt almost embarrassed by the state he had you in so quick, your body was sprawled out on the steps as you grabbed onto the handrail due to immense pleasure, you was shocked in how quick he had you feeling you orgasm.

He was right, he is good with his feet, and tongue.

"Mase, I'm gonna cum." You breathless words sent mason in to overdrive, not to mansion adding to the dent in his boxers.

He started to hum into you, flicking his tongue over you clit as he watched you moan out in pleasure.

"Cum for me princess."

He use of the pet name was enough for you fingers to pull on his hair, pushing his face into you as you moaned out in pleasure.

Mason sucked your clit for a while before pulling off with a pop. He knew you would be sensitive, so he blew some air on the nub looking up at your flushed cheeks with a smirk.

He bumped your clit with his nose before speaking up, his warm breath teasing you as he moved up to kiss your lips.

"Who did it better?" He breathed onto your open mouth.

"Mase-"

"Answer the question y/n." He said in a stern voice, kissing your jaw.

"Did he make your thighs shake like this?" Mason says as he wraps his fingers around your shaking thigh.

"No."

Mason leaned back, he looked you up and down like he was staring at art, his art.

Your not really sure what happened next, his phone started to ring, it was Nathan and mason had to leave. Leaving you bunched up on your stairs, you cheeks red as you wondered, what the fuck just happened.

You tried to think about that had happened after the meal, you and mason hands texted since, but eventually, with a lot of convincing from your younger brother, you decide to go.

So there you was, on a gloomy Friday night, sitting in the stands of Stamford Bridge watching as the lights illuminated the pitch.

Your little brother and your sister by your side, as you watched the match play out. The current score being 0-0 at half time, the payers were clearly getting flustered and impatient. You could see a face full of frustration as Masons stomped down the tunnel, so you decided pulled your phone out.

Flower Girl:

I know it probably doesn't mean that much, but i'm watching from the stands and I'm so proud of you no mater the outcome mase.

Its not liked you expected a reply, you most likely would have deleted the message just before the match ended anyway. So when your phone buzzed in your pocket you were shocked at the message that popped up.

It means more than you know x

Was all he had replied, you stared at your phone screen for a while. A slight blush reaching your cheeks as you tried to contain your smile.

The match had resumed and the boys started to walk out the tunnel, you tired to ignore masons occasional glances in the stands, worried he might have been looking for you, and scared that he actually might find you. You didn't really want to hang around after, you want really sure what was going on with the both of you, and it was the fact that Ben was obviously also here.

The match was at the 81st minute, the boys had been awarded 3 minuets extra time. You watches as Mason had provided kai with the perfect link up, giving Kai a perfect opportunity to score.

You stood up in your seat, screaming when the ball hit the back of the net.

They had won.

The whistle was blown and the blues had won the champions league, your heart burst of joy for mason. Making your way down the stands to leave you heard your name being yelled, you tired your hardest to ignore it and carry on walking liked you couldn't hear your name being belted out. But your little brother had beat you to it.

"Y/n, Mason Mounts literally yelling at you!" he smiled as he pointed to mason, who was hanging over the barrier, being pushed back by security a while he tired to climb over the railing.

You giggled at the fact he was being pushed back and shouted at by security. But before you knew it, you was running down the steps to him.

You stood in front of him, the small barrier blocking you from him as his smile gave you butterflies.

"Hey." he breathlessly says, rolling his eyes at the ranting security man.

"Hey, champions league winner!" you smile, it was an immediate reaction for you to fling your arms over Masons shoulders.

But it shocked you when he mumbled a quick "jump" as he quickly lifted you over the barrier onto the pitch. Ignoring all the yells from security as he grabbed your had, pulling you further out to the pitch.

You both stood laughing for a while before you realised how much you had missed his smile, his laugh, his little freckles on his nose. And it hit you right then who you wanted. Who you had wanted this whole time. And why it scared you so much to be with him.

You had fallen for him.

"What? Have I got mud on my face ?" Mason questioned at your staring.

"Im really proud mase, you really deserved this." You smiled up at him.

You could see the tears priming in Masons eyes as he hugged you again, properly this time. Your hands wrapped around his neck as his hands want to your waist and back. Pulling you as close as possible.

You melted into the hug the physical contact you craved from him. You heart a few sniffles on your shoulder as you pulled back your head to see his face. His eyes were slightly puffy, and you knew he was holding back tears.

"Hayfever, am I right?" You giggled at the tears priming in his eyes, you knew how much this meant to him, and to be able to share this experience with him felt like an honour.

Mason giggled before placing his head on your shoulder, "Thank you. Thank you for coming." He mumbled into you.

You brushed your hand through his head before pulling away to look into his eyes, you really wanted to kiss him, even if you was standing in the middle of a pitch with prying eyes. You thought about to for a moment, but he had already beat you to it, before he smashed his lips onto yours in a teeth clashing kiss. You tensed at first, but that all to familiar feeling of Masons lips on your was enough to have you melting into the ground.

You hands tightened around his neck as mason leaned into you, his arms wrapped around your back so he could lean your back as far as possible.

When he pulled away he just looked into your eyes, smiling for a second before you both stand up straight, trying to ignore the few whistles coming from fans that were still lingering in the stands. And you brother who had has shouted "My sister just kissed Mason Mount." Loud enough for the whole stadium to hear.

"Y/n?"

"Mase." You smiled up at him.

"Do you think by any chance I can take you on a second first date?"

You giggled up at him before standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle peck to his lips, "Does that answer your question?"

"Mhm... Not really I think I need another one?" Mason smirked as you stared to peppered kissed all over his face.

"Your coming back to mine after this." He told you.

"Is that so?' You smirked at him.

"Mhm, I need to finish what I started the other night." He smirked, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as your arms wrapped around his torso.

What you didn't know was Ben had watched the whole interaction from the sidelines, although there was this slight pit in the bottom of his stomach. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of both of you happy together.

Mason had noticed you look over to Ben, sympathy in your eyes as Mason nudged your shoulder, signalling to you to go over to him.

"Go to him." Mason shrugged with a smile.

"Are you sure-"

"Y/n, it's okay."

You smiled up at mase, placing a small kiss on the top of his cheek bone before walking over to the side of the pitch to where Ben was standing.

"Hey you." Ben smiled as he wrapped you on a quick hug. You mumbled a hi before pulling out of the hug.

"Ben, listen I-"

“Y/n. Its okay. Honestly, I’m okay, we’re okay.” He said, his voice cracking slightly, as he watched the tears brimming in your eyes. 

You knew you was going to have to break a heart, or two, but you had never imagined it to hurt you this much.

"Im still sorry, for what i've put you through. You didn't deserve that, Ben." You try push your tears back and force a smile.

“I just think,” He sighed, taking in a deep breath.

"I just think, I think that there was this part of me that wanted to love you, but I guess I just didn't know how. And probably the fact I was too late.” Ben admitted.

You felt your heart drop at his words.

"Ben, I really am so-" but he interrupted you, not wanting any pity.

"Dont apologise for how you feel, y/n. You're a wonderful girl, and you make him happy, he deserves to be happy, and so do you. Plus, who am I to stand in the way of love." Ben bumps your shoulder with a smile.

"Thank you, Benjamin."

"I really hope you find someone who will give to you what I couldn't." you told him

"Me too."

"Were still best friends, right?" he asks you, genuinely concerned that he docent want to lose your friendship over this, and deep down you knew he was secretly meaning mason too.

"Of corse, silly." you smiled up at him.

Ben just flashes you the warmest smile before wrapping his arm over you shoulder and kissing the top of your head.

"Just make sure your first born is called Ben, then I guess we're even." Ben giggles.

"Theres no way in hell I'm naming my child Ben."

"Oi!" he smiled, nudging your arm.

You didn't know it at the time, because all you could feel was guilt. But you chat with Ben meant more than you knew. Because deep down, he was happy to just have his friends back.

They celebrations had finished and you had made you way to the hotel Chelsea were partying in with Mason. You had a few drinks, danced with mason. And you heart even swelled as you watched Ben approach mason at the bar, ending in them hugging each other tightly.

But after the night was worn out, Mason had chased you along dimly lit hallways, your shoes in his hands since your feet were sore, as you both raced to the door.

He kissed your lips as he slid in his key card.

"You really are beautfull, you know that? Prettiest girl in the world!!" He screamed, causing you to giggle, he was slightly drunk. Well actually the both of you were battered.

"Mason! Shhh" You giggled. "Were in a hotel, idiot!" You whisper shouted at him.

"I don't care, I want everyone to know that I have the prettiest girlfriend ever." He said as he listed a finger to tap you nose, a small little 'boop' leaving his lips.

"Shame, because I'm not your girlfriend." You smirk at him.

"You will be." He laughs, he found his hands gripped down on your waist, then moving them down to your thighs and swiftly lifting you up, attaching his lips to yours.

His hands moved up as he squeezed your bum. Causing you to moan into his mouth, but the heated kiss was still never separated, him wanting to hold you as close as possible.

He pulled away as he got to the edge of the bed, throwing you down and climbing over you. You fawned over the rise and fall of his toned chest as you scrambled to rip his top off. Tracing your hands up his toned torso and the medal that was still hanging around his neck. When mason noticed this he pulled the medal off, placing it over you head and letting It drop to your chest. You smiled at his smiled at his small action, feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

He places his forehead on yours, smiling as he could feel your warm breath on his nose. 

“Have i ever told you how beautiful you are when you moan for me?”

You run your fingers along his naked biceps, before looking into his eyes with a smirk.

“I don’t think so?” You tried so hard to wipe the smile off your face as you watched him dip his fingers under the hem of your jeans.

“I guess I’ll have to show you what I mean then.”