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Blake's Beta Readers Pt 5
Blake: It is not! I resent that. Slander is spoken. In print, it's libel.
#rwby#rwby shitpost#blake belladonna#ruby rose#pyrrha nikos#jaune arc#lancaster#arkos#rwby fanfiction#blake writes smut#sometimes blake writes fluff
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Gilded Rose NTR
Jaune: Ruby, what are you doing?!
Ruby: *slowly saunters towards Jaune* I’m doing NTR, just like in one of Blake’s online stories! I’m going to seduce you and make you forget ALL about old what’s-her-name!
Jaune: You mean Pyrrha?
Ruby: Yeah, that’s the one! Anyway-
Pyrrha: Um, what are you doing?
Jaune: Pyrrha! This isn’t what it looks like!
Ruby: *hands on hips* It’s EXACTLY what it looks like! I’m going to seduce Jaune and “steal your man!” Get ready to be NTR’d! 😈
Pyrrha: *looks over Ruby’s head at Jaune* 🤨
Jaune: *shrugs helplessly* 😰
Pyrrha: *gets a sneaky idea* 😏
Pyrrha: *slowly approaches* So, you think you’re going to steal Jaune from me~?
Ruby: *looks up at looming Amazon Pyrrha* Y-yeah! That’s what I said!
Pyrrha: *leans close and cups Ruby’s chin* And how will you do that…? Using your adorable face and lovely red-tipped hair?
Ruby: Um…y-yes…? 😳
Pyrrha: *shoots Jaune a wink* 😉
Jaune: 😲
Jaune: 😏
Jaune: *steps closer behind Ruby and whispers in her ear* …what about your perfect peach of a Rubooty? Are you gonna use that to seduce me too…? 😘
Ruby: *jumps* 😱 Ah! Yeah, m-my…um…my sexy…uh…
Pyrrha: *moves even closer, trapping Ruby in Arkos sandwich* And are you going to use your cute, sexy corset and your amazing personality…? 😏
Ruby: *caught between 6-ft knight and spartan and blushing furiously* W-well…I-I-I…w-what’s happening…?
Jaune: *slides hands over Ruby’s shoulders and kisses her neck* 💛
Pyrrha: *leans down and kisses Ruby’s forehead* ♥️
Ruby: 🥴 *melting under warm muscley Arkos assault*
Blake: *spying from the window* …this is the worst NTR I’ve ever seen. Who’s responsible for tagging this content?
#rwby#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#ruby rose#arkos#milk and cereal#lancaster#gilded rose#jaune x pyrrha#ruby x pyrrha#jaune x ruby#jaune x ruby x pyrrha#jaune arc x pyrrha nikos#pyrrha nikos x ruby rose#jaune arc x ruby rose#jaune arc x pyrrha nikos x ruby rose#I’m proud to be bad at NTR#Ruby only read enough to get the general gist#she’s too sweet for the real depraved stuff#fluff
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A cozy place to be, all I'm sayin'.
#rwby#ruby ships#rwby fanfiction#proship#rwby smut#rwby fluff#lancaster#white knight#knightshade#dragonslayer#war of the roses#nora's arc#arkos#winter knight#scarlet knight#knight light#knight life#weisscream sundae#blacksun#jnpr berries#arcwitch#silent knight#rosegarden
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Time Together:
This chapter S U C K S.
I'm having a bad time.
I am sorry... Truly
#romance#ruby rose#rwby#rwby fandom#rwby fanfiction#rwby lancaster#fanfiction#rwby jaune#fluff#ao3 writer#rwby ever after#ao3 fanfic#fanfic#writers on tumblr#ao3#writer stuff#books and reading#long fic#fandom#writing
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Pollinated Knight 1
Jaune yang and ruby were in the living room eating sandwich and discussing some things.
Yang: I already said the best version of ben 10 and the classic. He is the origin of everything and has the classic aliens.
Ruby: No no alien force and ultimate came and explore the universe of ben 10 and even presented some of the strongest aliens in ben!
Jaune: Oh my god are you two listening to each other?! Omniverse is the best version of ben 10 with the best omnitrix!
Blake and Weiss were at the market shopping until the two get goosebumps and would look at each other at the same time.
Weiss: They're having yet another stupid argument aren't they?
Blake: I wanted to say no but by the looks of it they are having it.
Weiss: Hmph I'm going to get the bandages.
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Everyone except weiss were in the living room watching tv until weiss appears in front of them wearing an apron and a big smile on her face.
Weiss: Today I'm going to make dinner guys!
Jaune: It's ok but if you need help just call
Weiss: nah don't worry i'll use my family cookbook.
Ruby: Ok but be careful not to end up setting something on fire.
Weiss: I will!
Weiss would kiss each one on the forehead and walk towards the kitchen and when she left everyone looked at Blake.
Blake: Don't worry, I'm already ordering pizza.
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#rwby#jaune arc#weiss schnee#ruby rose#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#rwby shitpost#rwby fluff#white knight#lancaster#dragonslayer#knight shade#monochrome#freezerburn#white rose#lady bug#bumbleby
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Fandom Fluff of the Day
This movie needs no explanation. These characters need no introduction. They hold the #2 spot in my list of ships. There is no contesting it.
#the fault in our stars#tfios#hazel x gus#gus and hazel#hazel lancaster#gus waters#fandom fluff of the day#fluff of the day#fluff
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“Did You Just Propose to me with Crochet Dinosaurs?”
Just a little Drabble for @fyeahjurassicocs Jurassic Pride Month featuring two of my Jurassic World OCs (whom I really need to get around to writing more 😭). This is just for fun/practice with them and many of the prompts so far have been interesting, so might as well jump in. (I'm late, I'm so very sorry ;-;) Sooooo… Enjoy!
Prompt: Day 1- Jurassic World Pride Parade
“Danny! Take a look at this!”
Jordan turned away from the vibrant collage of colors parading down Times Square. The sounds of the crowd deafened her senses, but she was able to detect her girlfriend’s voice anywhere.
Natalie stood a few feet away at one of the nearby Pride market booths with a giddy look on her face. She had decided to go all out for the New York Pride festival, an uncommon contrast from her rather modest clothing. Her black curls were done up in a high bun and her face was adored with intricate flowers and star designs painted with blues, purples, and pinks. She had on a flowery blue top with faux flowers on the collar and a purple and pink ombré petticoat.
Jordan on the other hand was blanketed in a lesbian flag that doubled as a cape. Her brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and held tight with a pink flower clip. Natalie had painted a heart on her cheek and applied a smoky eye shadow look for extra flair that Jordan was careful not to smudge despite her aversion to makeup. The colors framed her like the setting sun itself.
She ducked and weaved through the crowd towards her girlfriend. Natalie spun to face her with a wide grin. In her palms was a tiny crocheted hadrosaurus crafted in various shades of orange, white, and pink. “It’s a… ‘Lesbeosaurus.’ Get it? Because it’s a Lambeosaurus?”
Jordan chuckled as Natalie placed it in her palms. She gave it a little scratch on the head, fondly reminiscing on the times she had raised infant dinosaurs after they had been birthed from the hatchery. Despite the fall of Jurassic World, she still missed the dinosaurs on the island dearly. Especially Indie. How was the Indominus Rex doing, anyways?
“It’s adorable, Nat,” was all she said as she forced the thoughts away.
“And this one too,” Natalie added, reaching over to pluck a crocheted Dilophosaurus from its stand. “A Bi-lophosaurus… Do we need these? Or… DO we need these?” She smirked.
Jordan reached up and placed the hadrosaur on her shoulder like it was her mini partner in crime. “I think I’ve learned now not to let you run off on your own during a pride parade. Our wallets will thank us later once we ditch the market.”
Natalie gave a mock pout as she held her Dilophosaurus up to her head. “Oh, come on. It’s just one purchase.”
“You said that at the last four booths we went to,” Jordan snorted with a smile. Natalie had swore to her that the beaded necklace sporting the bi flag’s colors and a rainbow blanket for the apartment was a necessity, not a want. And of course a pride flag for the balcony, because their resident canine and feline had a habit on chewing on anything they could sink their teeth into and Natalie wasn’t about to let them tarnish something so important during pride month. Which, naturally, led to Natalie purchasing collars and toys for their ‘fur babies’. Jordan needed to pull her out of the market fast, before she blew their life savings in one day.
“This is perfect for your locker at work and my office at the vet,” Natalie claimed, already pulling out some cash from her purse. Before Jordan could stop her, the transfer was complete. If anyone was more stubborn than her, it would be Natalie-- though others had stated she was a lot more calm and collected about it like a forest stream while Jordan's emotions tended to crackle off her like a firework.
“There. Now we have two new buddies for our collection,” Natalie smiled, nudging her on the shoulder. As if either of them needed more dinosaur merchandise, they’d already gotten far too many memorabilia from their time working at Jurassic World.
Jordan smiled and reached up on her tiptoes. Natalie stood a full foot taller than her. It annoyed her to no end that she was the "small girlfriend". It annoyed her even more that Natalie occasionally liked to sweep her up bridal style when she was annoyed or flustered to calm her down. Well, that second part didn't annoy her truthfully, but no one else but Nat needed to know that!
She put her Lambeosaurus in front of Natalie's Dilophosaurus and made the two plushies give each other a swift peck on the cheek. “There. Now they’re dating. Like us.”
Natalie set her hand in Jordans as the two headed back into the throng of people. The roar of the crowd nearly drowned out their words, but Jordan could undeniably hear Natalie’s comment. “Dating? No, they’re engaged.”
Jordan’s head whipped toward her girlfriend as a blush crept across her cheeks. Natalie was suddenly down on one knee, diamond ring in hand. The paleo veterinarian seemed flustered, her usual collected exterior flooded with anxiety as she awaited a response.
Jordan was momentarily stunned and unable to cling to any thought spiraling through her head. It was really happening? Here? Right now? She wasn’t dreaming this, was she?
Her heart felt light for the first time in several years. She lunged forward, nearly tackling Natalie to the ground. Taking that as an acceptance, Natalie began to laugh. Jordan laughed with her as they held one another in a gentle embrace.
“…Did you just propose to me with crochet dinosaurs?”
#pride month#pride parade#fluff#wlw#sapphic#bisexual pride#lesbian pride#tooth rotting fluff#Flirting#Crochet dinosaurs#jurassic world ocs#Jurassic world#Jordan Dawson oc#Natalie Lancaster oc#drabble#fyeahjurassicpride#fyeahjurassicocs#proposal#Idk why I turned this into their proposal but I saw an opportunity#I’m taking it#it’s very in character for the two to propose after buying dinosaur plushies#They’re both dino nerds#Handler for the Untamable
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❝ don't worry, I'll be here when you're awake. ❞ - zoe
✷ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; FLUFF EDITION ( . 01 ) | @overnightheartbeats
❝ don't worry, I'll be here when you're awake. ❞
Even with his comforting words, Zoe couldn’t quite settle just yet. What kind of person invites their semi-not-quite-ex boyfriend to come over after persistently demanding space? Especially so late at night…but she didn’t know who else to call at the time. The only person she could think of was Eric. He plagued all of her thoughts, every morning, noon, and night. “I’m sorry…” she murmured, her fingers fiddling with the duvet, her eyes fixated on the broken clock ticking out of time on the wall. A loaded statement coming from her. After realising she never quite finished her train of thought with her apology, she cleared her throat awkwardly, a sigh escaping her lips. “Sorry for…” The words caught in her throat, like something was fighting her, weighing her tongue down heavily to stop herself from blurting out her pathetic apologies: Sorry for hurting you. Sorry for being the way I am. Sorry for ruining us. Sorry for all…this. Sorry for it all. Sorry for everything. “Sorry for getting you out of bed at this time for something that was nothing after all that messing around.”
It was embarrassing, really. It had been at least two days since she’d managed to get any sleep and it was starting to make her irate (more than she already was) and paranoid. She could chalk it up to several different things but there were several times where she thought she was being followed… and when she came home from a late shift to find the door unlocked, it shook her up. Normally, she was ready for a fight, always ready to defend herself (something she could thank her ever shitty ass parents and the people they dragged in and out of her life for before she finally found her escape) at any cost but this had completely caught her off guard. After searching her place top to bottom, including every hidden nook and cranny, all of her hiding spaces and the hiding spaces within those hiding spaces to make sure nothing was removed, she sat there trying to devise her next moves listening to every single sound in the vast quietness and darkness of her home. Her place wasn’t very big, just small enough for the basics, really. It was only her after all. Since being back, it felt way too big. It was eerily silent, and the Eric shaped gap in her life forced by her made it only worse. It felt so very wrong after being accustomed to his place, after she moved in so they could stay together and ensure each other’s safety with the danger stemming from what was going on with Eric’s family. In the dead of the night, that was when it dawned on her - why this could be happening. A distraction, perhaps? If either one of them were in danger… being separated from him… the rush of panicked realisation was what had her scrambling for her phone, his number on speed dial. As soon as he answered, a sigh of relief escaped her and normally able to sound detached in her tone, she couldn’t conceal the concern. Quickly uttering things like ‘I just needed to check…are you okay?’ and ‘Me? Yeah, I’m fine… actually. No. Things really aren’t right around here. Can you come over? It’s okay if you can’t. I don’t even know what I was thi-you can? Okay then. See you soon. Thank you. I lo-See you soon.’ Why she felt the need to invite him over was another question entirely. She spoke to him…He was okay. And yet still something persuaded her to ask him over. A fresh pair of eyes, that’s what she convinced herself of in the end. Someone who wasn’t her…Problem was, there weren’t a lot of people she trusted. As for Eric, he was at the top of the list of those she did. Not that it was a very long list… then again, the list may have begun and ended with him. Even with their relationship tangled in knots, there was nobody she trusted more than she did with him; they couldn’t even come close. As expected, he arrived within minutes, he was here and Zoe tried her best to give him the rundown. The worry engraved into his features tugged at her heartstrings and instantly she wished she hadn’t bothered him. The words she once told him in desperation and anguish bitterly reminded her of the word she’d once inflicted: I’m not a damsel and I’m not in distress. Tonight was proof that those words couldn’t be further from the truth.
It was a relief to see him, to see him up close and real. Not just the familiar voice over the phone, or a text message here and there. It felt like an eternity had passed since she last saw him and seeing Eric again stirred up all of the emotions she tried so hard to burrow down deep inside her. He didn’t look like he’d been sleeping much either. Like he was feeling just as rough as she had. His hair a bit out of place, the shirt he was wearing slightly rumpled up from what she assumed he’d been sleeping - or trying to - sleep in. And yet he was still the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
It was like he’d literally jumped right out of bed to see her, which both warmed and broke her heart at the same time. How willing he still was even after everything she put him through. In the dead of night, they had a second look around to make sure nothing was out of place or that nobody happened to be lurking around. They searched every room from top to bottom, two pairs of eyes on everything this time. When they were both satisfied that all was well, and that maybe Zoe was running on fumes due to overexhaustion and that maybe - though Eric never explicitly stated it - she was well and truly paranoid. Which led to this moment, Zoe sitting up, her body under thick blankets with him perched at the edge of her bed, close enough she could reach out and touch him but it wouldn’t be enough. “I just feel like an idiot,” she muttered under her breath, “Getting you out of bed in the dead of night for nothing but to prove that I’ve finally lost it and...” Finally, she looked at him, rushing her words out a little before he had the chance to reply. Judging by the look in his eyes, he disagreed with her, about being an idiot at least. She shook her head in silent protest, a sigh combined with a yawn escaping her lips. Funny, how despite everything, they could still have a conversation without words.
That was the problem though, wasn’t it? When words weren’t involved, they could communicate perfectly. It was just words that were difficult. But not even that… the problem was Zoe’s inability to handle problems like a normal person. Her problem was not being forthright and as open as Eric had been with her. And immediately jumping to the defense over the smallest thing, which inevitably landed them in their current predicament. Which was why she was trying to sleep - and failing - in her own damn bed and not his/formerly theirs anymore. At a loss of anymore words, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from him, like he might evaporate into thin air the second she averted her eyes. Even though he literally just promised her he would stay until she was awake. He deserved so much better. Those wretched thoughts of self hatred racked her brain once more, begging to swallow her whole. It was like trying to walk through the fog but never reaching the clear. But Eric was like the light that would lead the way, guide her to him.
“You should sleep with me.” The words were out before Zoe had a chance to word them in a better way. What she said never even clicked until she saw his face contort with confusion, mouth opening and closing a few times like he was scrambling for something to say because he hadn’t expected it either. “Oh. I didn’t mean…” She could blame the exhaustion seeping in. She hadn’t slept in days. That was a perfectly acceptable excuse, right? “I meant…you said you’d stay until I woke up and I know that shitty couch is uncomfortable as fuck from my own experience. You’ll get a bad back, so…” She paused, clearing her throat as her memory brought her back to their last moment as a them, involving a couch - his - and how less comfy hers was compared to that one. Being snuggled up in his arms, his hands on her skin, both love and despair brought on by her own wrongdoing and misunderstanding. The last time she felt whole. Back to reality. “So, um. You’re not sleeping there. I know we’re not…but you can sleep here. Much comfier. Just…take off your shoes.” A slight hint of a smile pulled at the corner of her lips as she shuffled over, pulling the duvet down for him and patting it in an attempt to beckon him.
It was then, and only then, Zoe felt like she could finally settle down. The calmness his presence brought to her, the sound of his breathing put her at ease and quietened all the noise in her head. She faced him as he settled down beside her, watched how he had no problem getting comfy, but it was like he was somewhat trying to keep a distance. She couldn’t blame him for that, she ended it after all. But instinctively, she urged slightly closer. It was selfish, really, but she couldn’t help herself. Sighing softly, she let her eyes close as she sank down into her pillows, into well needed rest. “Thank you, for being here, for coming here,” she murmured like a hushed secret, like the darkness would hold her secrets close to her chest. “And for what it’s worth, I really have missed you,” she trailed off as sleep called out to her, unsure why the words slipped out but it was the truth. If she’d been less exhausted and more lucid, she probably could’ve stopped herself. It was selfish, it was unfair of her to say this to Eric after all she’d put him through. But it was the last thing she’d uttered before she fell asleep, and by the time she woke up, she probably wouldn’t remember.
#overnightheartbeats#zoe x eric#love how i give u a christmas one and then suddenly i give u this LMFAOOO like i said.... unhinged order#but babies<3 always thinking of these clowns foreverrr#alsooooo i love how this is meant to be a fluff prompt but i sprinkled a bit of angst LMFAO#as always sorry for any errors!!! and for taking 400 years... i write too much. that may be why LMAOOO kgjsdgd plsss#hope u enjoy regardless!!! ily them and i love them<3#muse ;; zoe lancaster#zoe lancaster ;; memes#overnightheartbeats ;; eric#answered#answered memes
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After dealing with a severe bout of artistic blockage, I drew a couple pairings of my ocs. Mostly because I needed something wholesome and felt like giving them flashback looks.
The smaller comics above are set in the present while the colored bits are past.
The first one basically has Violette (left) and Saphir (right) commenting on each other’s looks during a party when they were younger. Apparently, both of them had issues with their styles. For Violette, she was extremely self conscious about how she made her hair up. For Saphir, she lowkey hated wearing her outfit because her mom forced her into it. It was only made tolerable because they were with each other. This was one of the foundations of their eventual getting together
The second one is essentially Igneous acknowledging his stupidity to Milo. When they were younger, he never understood why his friend wasn’t with any fiancee at the time. The latter implied he was rather hard to please and preferred ‘different’ company. The implication being Milo was and is still very much gay. Igneous didn’t realize this until much later after a bunch of stuff happened. Hence the comic above, where at the end Milo directly asserts he fancies him and revels in his majesty’s baffled flustering.
All characters belong to me misskazehana
#Misskazehana#colored doodles#doodles#colored pencils#ocs#original character#original characters#Saphir#Violette#igneous#Milo#Saphir Decorbon#Violette Quartz#Igneous Crimizion#Milo Lancaster#fluff#I just needed something wholesome to break me out of this stupid rut#they're gay#Lesbian#Gay#Bisexual
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It's Your Life, But Let Me In
Requested Here!
Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader
Summary: You overhear Chris and Molly giving Street a hard time and ignoring his boundaries. When you encourage him to make his own decisions and remind him that you are with him, he realizes how different you are.
Warnings: spoilers for and dialogue from S.W.A.T. 4x7 "Under Fire", angst to fluff, Chris and Molly, love confession, kissing
Word Count: 3.8k+ words
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Masterlist Directory | Jim Street Masterlist | Request Info\Fandom List
“Luca needs to get back from Germany,” you bemoan. “I’m starving.”
“There’s this crazy new thing called cooking for yourself. You should try it sometime,” Hondo replies with a smile.
“I have tried and it’s not the same.”
Hondo rolls his eyes and pats your shoulder as Lieutenant Lynch enters S.W.A.T. HQ.
“What are you doing here so early?” she asks you.
“Nothing better to do.”
“Wow. Thanks for that,” Hondo interjects. “I’m not going to let you visit Street anymore if you’re going to treat me like this.”
“You should blame yourself for sending Luca away. I’m irritable because I’m hungry.”
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Across town, Street is facing a similar problem of being hungry in Luca’s absence. He’s taken a different approach: less complaining and more cooking for himself and Molly.
“Maybe not as tasty as Luca’s special breakfast burritos, but, uh, as long as he’s in Germany, it’s gonna have to do.” He sees the time and adds, “I’m running late. Would you mind plating these? I’ll be right back.”
“Plating?” Molly repeats. “Think maybe we need to stop binging those cooking shows.”
As she moves the food from the pan onto the prepared plates, three plates she notices but doesn’t stop to wonder why, Jim’s phone begins vibrating on the table.
“Babe, your phone!” Molly calls. When she doesn’t receive a reply, she looks at the caller ID: State Prison Lancaster. “I think it’s your mom!” she adds.
After two more vibrations, she answers and says, “Jim Street’s phone.”
“This is a collect call from state prison inmate Karen Street. Will you accept the charges?” an automated voice asks.
“Yes.” When the line connects, Molly begins, “Mrs. Street, my name is Molly. I’m Jim’s girlfriend.”
While Molly answers his phone, Street gathers his things and thinks of you. You’re supposed to stop by the station this morning to visit, and he’s planning to take you some food because he knows you miss Luca’s incredible meals as much as he does. Upon returning from the bedroom, he sees Molly on the phone and asks, “Is that my phone?”
“Yes,” Molly answers, covering the microphone. “Just a sec, Mrs. Street. Here’s Jim.”
Street takes the phone and ends the call before sliding it into his pocket. He returns to the kitchen and shakes his head at his mom’s antics.
“Jim, what are you doing?” Molly asks. “That was your mom.”
“Yeah, I know. Why would you answer that?” Street replies.
“What if it was an emergency? Which it was. She’s really sick. Says they’ve got her at the prison infirmary.”
“She’s fine.”
“She didn’t sound fine.”
“I promise you it’s just another one of her scams to suck me back into her life.”
“If you’d talked to her, we’d know for sure, wouldn’t we?”
“There’s a reason that I never mention my mother to you. I’m done with her. She’s out of my life. I don’t want her anywhere near me, and I definitely don’t want you anywhere near her. Believe me, it’s for your own good.”
Molly stands in her place, unable to see where Street is coming from. She doesn’t understand why he is so comfortable leaving his mother alone, especially when she calls to tell him she’s not doing well.
“You know,” Molly says after a moment, “I’m going to be late. I’ll grab breakfast at work.”
“Molly,” Street calls after her. “Just wait a second, Molly.”
He sighs as the door closes behind her and sets the empty pan to the side. Street has never been great at relationships, but after Molly ignores his reasons and wishes, he’s not sure she is the woman worth fighting for, anyway.
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“Good morning,” Deacon says as he looks over your shoulder.
You turn quickly and smile when you see Street walking toward you. He extends a covered bowl of food, and you gasp excitedly before thanking him. His close-lipped smile immediately clues you into the fact that something is wrong.
“Are you okay?” you ask softly.
“Yeah, I’m good. Enjoy the food.”
You nod and thank him again before he walks away with his team. After their morning meeting, you hope to spend a few more minutes with Street and get to the bottom of whatever bothers him. Years of friendship have brought you incredibly close to him, and you want him to know that you support him, no matter what he is going through. However, you also know that he is with Molly, so you respect that boundary, too. While you want to hug him, hold him tight, and promise that everything will be okay, that isn’t your place. Until he invites you in, you are happy being an onlooker in Street’s life.
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“You made breakfast,” Chris muses as she shakes her head. “Guess that means Molly stayed over.”
“How’s that going?” Deacon asks. “You planning to settle down sometime soon?”
Street inhales before he shrugs. “I guess we’ll see how it works out.”
“Hey,” Hondo calls as he gestures for Street to hang back and talk to him. Once the rest of the team is out of earshot, Hondo says, “I haven’t heard much about your personal life recently. Your mom’s not still giving you trouble, is she?”
While you look for Street to thank him for the delicious breakfast, you accidentally stumble upon him talking to Hondo about his mom. You stop in a nearby hallway, and prepare to turn around to let Street finish his conversation privately. He tells you a lot about his life, and though you don’t know how big that is for him, you think you probably already know what he’s going to say: he has everything under control, even if he doesn’t, because he has trouble asking for help.
“I got it all handled," Street answers as expected.
“That’s not an answer. Talk to me,” Hondo replies.
“She tried to call me this morning from prison. Molly answered, she didn’t know any better.”
On that note, you do turn and walk away. Molly is not your friend, Street is, so now that the conversation has shifted, you feel wrong about eavesdropping further.
“That doesn’t sound handled. Your mom still locked up?”
“Yeah. Violating parole should’ve been just a year, max, but she’s still there, so it can only mean she’s still screwing up.”
“You don’t talk to her?”
“No. I mean, I did, early on a couple times. But it’s always the same old BS with her… How she’s a victim, how the C.O.s or the other prisoners aren’t treating her right. Nothing’s ever her fault.”
“She’s still blaming you for being there?”
“Probably. She was never exactly the forgiving type.”
“All right, look, kid. I’ve always tried to have your back where your mom’s concerned. Now, we banged heads over it early on, but when it comes down to it, you got to do what’s in your heart.”
Street nods, but lately, what his heart wants goes against what everyone around him thinks is right.
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“C’mon,” Chris says, “I have to do the boring part of the job and I could use some company.”
You nod and follow her into the kitchen and dining area of S.W.A.T. HQ. Technically, you were supposed to leave a while ago, but you’re still worried about Street and want to stay close in case he needs a friend. Yes, his teammates are also his friends, but since you don’t work with him daily, it is easier for him to open up to you. Or, at least, that’s the reason as you see it.
Chris gives you a few directions so you can help her and make the project go twice as fast. You work side-by-side and talk about your plans for the weekend. Even though you aren’t on the team, Street’s teammates always make you feel like part of the family when you stop by.
“So, any big weekend plans to tell Street how you actually feel?” Chris asks.
Luckily, the door opens before you can reply.
“Oh, hey,” Street says when he enters.
He smiles and asks what you’re still doing here, but you don’t get to answer before Molly walks in.
“Molly, what’s up?” Street asks.
You return your attention to your task, and you and Chris speed up to get out of the room as quickly as possible.
“I know you’re busy, but I called the prison to check on your mom.”
Once you hear that Molly crossed such a clear boundary, you freeze momentarily before growing desperate to escape this conversation.
“You did what?” Street demands.
“She wasn’t lying, Jim. I talked to a doctor, it’s something with her liver. They’re transferring her to a hospital for tests. It’s bad.”
“I told you, I want nothing to do with her. You know our history. Her- her drug abuse, alcohol, violence.”
“Every one of those things is consistent with her being abused,” Molly argues.
“Do not go making her a victim.”
You finish what you’re working on and look at Chris. She picks everything up and points hurriedly at the door. A tiny part of you wants to hear where this is going, but you and Street are too close to throw away your relationship over something he will tell you when he’s ready.
“Well, that was…” you begin as you walk into the hallway.
“It’s going to be a long day,” Chris sighs.
“Not what I was thinking,” you murmur.
You look back over your shoulder at the door and wish you could go in and encourage him to do whatever he wants, whatever he thinks is right. But Molly is in there, and you trust Street will always do the right thing no matter what she says.
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
Street watches you leave and wants to follow you, but Molly continues arguing.
“Babe, your mom is a victim. I deal with women like your mother all the time, their lives destroyed by the trauma of being abused and never getting help. Twenty years ago, she needed treatment, and all she’s had is a life of black eyes and incarceration.”
“This is my fault for having her locked up again?” Street questions.
“No. But, Jim, this is the woman who gave birth to you.”
“And dragged me through hell every day since. She betrayed me, she lied to me, she stole from me, she almost cost me my career at S.W.A.T. I can’t believe you’re taking her side on this.”
“I’m not taking sides.”
“Don’t you think maybe you should be? You know what? I can’t do this right now. I’m at work, okay? I just…” Street turns and walks toward the door as he finishes, “Can’t do this.”
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
You leave the station soon after Street returns from his conversation with Molly. You plan to visit again when he gets off and remind him that you’re here for him, but he is at work and has more important things to focus on than his mom, girlfriend, or you. There’s a brief moment where you consider calling Luca and asking him to talk to Street. You decide against it because Jim probably doesn’t need anyone else in his business right now.
When you arrive at the station, Deacon sees you in the parking lot and insists you go inside. He noticed Street’s off attitude, too, and thinks you're the cure.
“Are you sure?” you ask quietly.
“He needs a friend. That’s you.”
You nod and walk into HQ. Street isn’t around, so you sit beside the locker room and are soon unintentionally eavesdropping for the third time today.
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
At the end of the shift, after a long day of saving firefighters and finding a shooter, Chris and Street are in the locker room and preparing to leave. Street wants to go home, maybe call you, and then enjoy some alone time without anyone asking him what he is going to do, or worse, tell him what he should do.
“You figured out how you’re gonna make it right to Molly yet?” Chris asks.
“How I’m gonna make it right? I’m not the one who needs to apologize," Street replies.
“We got out of there as fast as we could, but I heard enough to know, you… You’ve got some fences to mend.”
“You also heard how she totally went behind my back with my mom.”
“Her motive being, what? Compassion? Giving a crap about women who’ve had a messed-up life?”
You pull your phone from your pocket and press Street’s number. He doesn’t answer, and you frown before standing. You don’t want to hear more than you have to, so you walk to the parking lot and wait beside Street’s bike. He exits the building alone and is clearly in no mood to talk, but you must ensure he knows that Molly and Chris are wrong. They have no say in his personal life and are never willing to be there for him.
“Hi,” you greet. “I know you’ve had a crazy day and you’re ready to get home, but I need to say something first.”
“Let me guess,” he begins defensively. “You’re going to tell me that I should go see my mom or apologize to Molly. Why not make it better and say both?”
You fight down a smile at his response. At least he hasn’t lost his personality in the day he’s had.
“Actually,” you reply, “I was going to tell you that Chris and Molly overstepped. None of these decisions are theirs, and, in the end, it’s your choice. Because your life is the one being most affected. I just thought you could use a reminder that no one gets to make these calls for you. It’s your life, Street. I, for one, am with you no matter what you decide to do.”
“What if I make the wrong decision?” he whispers. Every trace of defensiveness is gone in his clear doubt about the choices he faces.
“Then you’ll find a way to learn from it. I don’t think there is a wrong decision here; unless, of course, it’s not yours.”
“I really don’t want to talk to my mom.”
“Then don’t. You know you and you know her, so you know what is best for you and your relationship with her. If that’s no relationship, that’s your choice.”
“I don’t know.”
“But you will,” you promise. “You’ll make the best decision for the right reasons. You choose for you, not for anyone else, okay?”
Street nods slowly, and you wish him goodnight before you turn toward your car. Suddenly, you remember he is facing one more decision and spin to face him.
“One more thing, Street. You didn’t do anything wrong, you just stood up for yourself, so don’t apologize unless you think you need to. Don’t let anyone that’s not in your relationship into your relationship.”
“Thank you,” he calls after you.
You don’t see Street’s smile return as you enter your car, but your statements help him more than you thought they would.
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
When Street texts Molly and asks her to come over, he fully expects her to say no, so when she knocks on the door a few minutes later, he’s surprised.
“Thanks for coming,” he says as he invites her in. “I wasn’t sure you would after today.”
“I’m here, so…” Molly begins. She trails off and waits for Jim to do something.
There’s an apology somewhere inside Street, where he says he was a jerk and makes excuses for his actions. However, your words are fresh in his mind, and he decides not to apologize. As he looks at Molly and compares what she said and did today to your words and actions, Street realizes something.
Whenever he thinks of taking the next step with Molly or one of the guys asks where he sees the relationship going, he can’t get past this point. Hondo joked that it was his inner playboy, but Street sees now that the issue was never him or a fear of commitment. It was Molly the whole time.
Since the beginning, Street knew that Molly wasn’t the right one, but he’s finally ready to admit it. Molly was never really there for him, never listened to him – still doesn’t, Street thinks – and she has never been respectful or careful of his boundaries.
“You may be expecting an apology,” Street says, “but I don’t think I need to give you one. I asked you to leave it alone, and you didn’t. I know you mean well, Molly, but I can’t keep doing this if you’re just going to go behind my back and ignore everything I say.”
“She’s your mother!” Molly argues. “You still have time to fix things with her.”
“That’s just it, though. I’m- I’m not sure I want to. Listen, Molly, I know that you lost your mother, and how devastating that was for you, but it’s not the same situation for me.”
Street’s mind drifts to you. He remembers what you said earlier and realizes it has always been you. You are the only person in his life who has always been with him, listened to him, supported him, and respected his feelings. You respect him and his boundaries no matter what. Unlike Chris and Molly, you’ve never tried to decide for him or make him see your reasoning, but you’ve been there to talk or listen when he needs it.
“Molly, look. I love you; I do. But not in the way that you deserve to be loved, or that I need to love whoever I spend my life with,” Street explains. “You will always be special to me, but I have to make my own choices.”
Molly wipes a tear as she asks, “Like what?”
“When to go get the girl,” Street answers quietly.
Molly nods and rushes out of Street’s house. He sighs before he follows her.
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
A loud knock pulls your attention from the book in your lap, and you set it to the side before you slowly walk to the door.
“It’s me,” Street says from the other side.
You release a breath and open the door. It’s late, and you’re confused about why Street is knocking on your door when he’s supposed to be with Molly, but you let him in anyway. When he stops beside your table and stares at the book you left on it, completely silent, you grow less confused and more concerned.
“Street,” you say. You lay your hand on his arm and ask, “You’ve been different today. What’s bothering you?”
“You,” he whispers.
After you pull your hand away, shocked and heartbroken at his answer, he rushes to explain himself.
“No, listen,” he begs. “What you said earlier changed everything. You told me that it was my decision and that I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to, all that. But, when I was talking to Molly about how she doesn’t respect my decisions or my boundaries and tries to force her opinions about what I should do without knowing my reasons, I remembered you.”
You furrow your brows, and Street raises his hands to hold your shoulders.
“I appreciate you, so much. Not just for telling me what I deserve but for being that and so much more. You are the only person in my life that just lets me do what I need to do, and you’re by my side through all of it. Everything that you said I needed, I have in you. Thank you.”
“Of course. It’s your life, Street,” you reply. “But that doesn’t mean you have to do it alone.”
“You-“ Street begins again before trailing off. He doesn’t know how to express his feelings because he’s slowly realizing what he feels for you.
“Spit it out, Street,” you say with a smile. “I’m here to listen.”
Street shakes his head but lowers his voice to do as you say. “I loved Molly, but- but Molly didn’t just love me back. She tried to tell me how to love. And Chris- I don’t even know what Chris’s problem is; some days she wants to love and others she just wants to be loved, but never at the same time. It’s exhausting to deal with, but then she argues about what love looks like even though she can’t possibly know.”
You nod along, not sure what Street needs or wants to hear. Staying silent seems like the best option while he works through these thoughts. He’s saying the word love a lot, but never in the present tense or as an active feeling, you notice.
“But you… with you everything is shared. You love without expecting love in return, and you listen and remember. There has never been a moment with you where I felt pressured or ignored, and I love that about you.”
You smile and open your mouth to tell Street you’ll always be here for him, but he cuts you off.
“I love that about you,” he repeats. “I love you because you are everything I don’t deserve, but you make me feel deserved.”
After your eyes widen, you make a noise that sounds like a sob and a laugh. Street waits for you to say something, but you can’t beat the speech he just gave, so you raise your hands to his cheeks and nod. His eyes widen to match yours when a tear slides over the bump of your cheek as your smile returns.
“You said it’s my life, but I don’t have to do it alone, right?” Street murmurs as you step closer to him.
“Right.”
“Then, I think that I’d like to make you a bigger part of my life.”
You don’t hesitate to kiss him, and as he meets you in the middle, you think about how long you have wanted to be part of his life. Being near him was beautiful, but being by his side through everything will be an entirely new and perfect experience. You love Jim Street, and now that he loves you, too, you feel like a part of his life, not an accessory to it.
“I love you,” you say against his lips.
Street’s arms tighten around your waist, and he tilts his chin to kiss your forehead before standing.
“Did you break up with Molly before you came over here?” you whisper.
Street nods, and you bite your bottom lip before saying, “So, you’re giving me her position?”
“No,” Street promises with a laugh. “I’m giving you the position I should have given you a long time ago.”
You kiss Street quickly and laugh when he tries to follow you for more. “I promise to fill my position well, and to always listen to you, respect your boundaries…”
Street ducks his head, and his nose brushes against yours as he replies, “Maybe we could remove a few of our boundaries.”
He kisses you again, and you find that you like your new position in Jim Street’s life more than you ever anticipated.
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My Lord (Prince Hal x fem! Reader Oneshot)
Summary: After you dance with another man, Prince Hal, your royal intended has a confession to make...
Warnings: SMUT! 18+ (fingering, p in v sex, doing it on a desk), historical inaccuracies for the sake of vibes, grammar and spelling mistakes, angst and fluff.
Dick-tionary: Smut starts at “Kiss me again, my dove,” and ends at "You pressed foreheads, feeling his warm breath and how soft his skin felt- comforting, gentle. "
Word Count: 3K
A/N: From @muddyorbsblr's request! It ended up being longer, oops. But enjoy!
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Despite your fine dress and the rich wine flowing, you felt somber at your betrothal ball. Not that the ball itself was a sad event. No, you were not merry from everything around you. It was all merry with the throne room decorated with flowers and jigs being played by the musicians. Your melancholy was due to your intended.
Of all the good lords and gentlemen on this green isle, only one was destined to be the next king. And that was who you were going to marry. Your parents were thrilled when the king agreed to the marriage. They smiled and embraced you as an artist hugged their painting. They managed to sell you to the highest bidder.
His Majesty Prince Henry the Fourth of Lancaster. The highest bidder indeed.
Or Hal, as the taverns ruffians called him. Hal. Riotous, dishonorable, pranking, thieving, tavern hopping, wench chasing, sack drinking Hal. Beautiful, princely, decadent Hal. Every time his brothers had to tell their father the truth of Hal’s layabouts…the king would turn red with fury. Not that you were surprised.
Even if the scoundrel you were going to call your husband had been kind to you these past few months. He would be by your side. And trying to win you over or get you to smile. Flirt with you- he did to hundreds of women at this point! No doubt! Your inner giddiness was mixed with a silent rage and you weren’t sure which would pop out first each time he got your hand and kissed it gently. Hal was beautiful. A handsome, handsome man who wore his doublets tight on his lean frame and walked with a swagger, his auburn curls freed about his head. There was a charm to his manner, and feelings were in you when you looked at him. Feelings you didn’t like. Feelings you didn’t dare name.
For that, you remained polite. Never forward. Nice, but nothing more. For what else could you do? The world of court could be deadly and dangerous. The world’s eyes were on you. You couldn’t afford to make a reckless move.
Despite the garden walks and meals, there was that sliver of distrust. If you didn’t see him, he could be on the floor of the filthiest bar in Eastcheap passed out on the floor from drink. Or in a room with two tavern women in positions that would make a sailor blush.
And the last picture of him in bed with other women- it made you want to scream and sob and throw your goblet at the wall until it smashed into a hundred bits and then pick your skirts, march to the other end of the room, and slap him hard across his beautiful face.
You took a deep breath.
It was just your imagination. Nothing actually happened. One inhale, then another exhale. The walls were grey stone, the candlelight yellow, and the music from a flute was playing something fast.
Why were you like this, you had to remind yourself! You didn’t like him! Why should that matter? You had to remember how much you didn’t care and didn’t like him.
He could have every woman in England on their knees for him every night and you would not care. You would go about your merry way and when you didn’t have to squeeze out a son, you would enjoy the monetary benefits of servants, fine dresses, horses, gold, jewels, money to buy whatever thing you wanted, and the freedom to do as you pleased as queen.
You held your chin up. Only glad it was a lovely party. All were taking gentle sips of wine, sampling the roast boar, listening to lutes, and laughing over nothing. You felt like doing none. In a whole crowd of people, you felt alone, isolated, and cut off. Like a foreigner trying to make a friend but never knowing how to speak the language. They gathered and talked…and here you were. The most wanted and yet also the most unwanted.
Taking a deep breath, you continued to walk in to try to get your mind off of things.
There were dances as well. But you felt as if your soles were made of lead. For all were celebrating your marriage to this scoundrel.
This beautiful, delectable, leather-clad scoundrel. Looking at him across the room, something inside you churned. And you were frightened to name it.
He was in the corner, talking to his brothers. You turned your eyes down. For the party was in swing and in a way, as if they forgot you were its purpose. They wanted to laugh and gossip and drink. Forget their worldly cares and be merry.
You brought your eyes up to search for him. Your heart beat a little harder seeing Prince Hal at the other end of the room. How delicious he looked. His tight leather jacket was the color of the wine. He preferred rougher, bawdier parties- that was why he was frowning as his father went up to talk to him. And here you were, just to be tolerated as his bride. It seemed queenhood was a lifetime away, as was your marriage. For all of this fuss over you both being joined, you couldn’t help but feel separated.
Taking a deep breath, you put both hands on your cup and took another sip, resisting the urge to gulp down your wine and let the alcohol take its effect.
As you walked in, the Lord of Warwick went up.
“My lady- here is my nephew, Thomas! He’s going to appear at Court more often!” the lord introduced.
You curtsied and gave a smile.
The Lord of Warwick’s nephew with his own blonde hair and blue eyes and skin that tanned. He was a polite, warm friendly boy. For having just met him, he left a good impression on you. The uncle even stepped aside to let you talk. Then Thomas held out a hand.
“They’re having dances. Would you give me a dance, my lady?”
“I would love to,” you replied.
You enjoyed his company as you danced. He was very good too- Hal himself had no “strength in measure” and was inches from always stepping on your toes the grand total of two times you danced. Passing between couples, joining, parting, and reasoning hands to the lute music. You felt at peace.
Little did you know Hal’s eyes were on you.
They were on you every time you the whole evening.
Prince Hal scowled. He was practically red with anger. The second the dance ended, he marched up to you. Thomas looked sickly pale and you felt your stomach drop. You never saw Hal himself have any anger and part of you was terrified. They always say it’s the ones who are never angry you watch out for.
“My lord, what is the matter?” you asked after your curtsey.
“I would like to speak with my lady intended,” Hal ordered.
Thomas handed you over quickly.
Amidst the ball, Hal grabbed your arm. Fie, his hand- large, beautiful hands taking a whole of your arm and dragging you to the hallways and through a door. Jesu, was he going to hurt you? Hal never once did anything that would harm you. He seemed too mischievous and cheerful to seem capable of raising his hand to a woman, much less you. There was a fierceness on his fast that made your heart race. You didn’t know if you were feeling lust, terror, or both at once.
The room was a study. The night sky shone outside, though there were lights from the torches and candles. None were inside-perhaps at the party. With tall bookshelves and desks, it would have been a comforting room had your heart been beating wildly against your ribs.
He looked at you up and down. He saw your dress, how it formed you well, and hugged you in the right places. A warmth flushed over you, and you realized you were panting a little to deepen your breaths. But his face was still angry. Beautifully, beautifully angry.
“What, what is the matter?” you asked. Hoping to get this over with quickly.
“Quite a bit, that is the matter!” Hal replied, ruffling his curly hair.
You gestured at the door.
“My lord, they will notice we are gone. We have a party to attend to…”
Hal reached up a hand that he held in the air. You looked back at him. His voice remained soft, matter of fact, right to the bone.
“My lady, we have to discuss young Warwick. The way you were dancing at him, smiling at him.”
“Oh, him!” you said. You had deduced it. He just had to say it himself.
“Yes! The look he was giving you like he would be falling before your feet any minute! Your smile at him! And you were encouraging him, and I-”
“Are you jealous, Harry?” you interrupted, blurting out the obvious.
He turned a little pink.
“Yes, well- what if I am? Should I not be if a gentleman dances with my lady?”
“A lady can rarely turn down another man. My mother told me it is impolite to refuse a man’s offer to dance!” you reasoned.
Hal leaned closer to you.
“You have promised yourself to me, not him! You’re engaged to me!”
He paused and his mouth hung in mid-air. You saw his eyes were shining bright, he was…on the brink of tears. The jolliest scoundrel in all of England and…he was crying. When you imagined him with other women earlier…was that the very feeling he was having as well?
You closed the distance to him, you offered your hand and he took it.
“Hal, I am sorry. I didn’t think you would be upset or even care that I danced with him…” you consoled.
He brought up a hand and wiped a tear off with his palm.
“I forgive you, my lady. Only….That the way you were beaming at him, and not at me, I…I don’t even have words for it and- YN- it makes me angry because…because…I wish it were me you were smiling at…me and only me. That one smile. Then I’d know for sure that you’d love me and we could be find a way to-”
You gasped.
“What did you say?!”
Your face was closer to his, your voice even softer. He paused. His tears stopped.
“You…you love me?”
He flushed, hung his head low, and then back up.
“I do, my sweeting. I love you so much. I don’t know how else to say it or what speeches or things to give. If I am under your spell, I never wish to be out of it. I don’t ask you to love me back at all…I only ask you…you… pity me.”
His face was right before words. Your own mouth began to speak of its own accord. The music was softer, and distant, as if the ball was a world away.
“Hal…even with everything in Eastcheap, I…I… I…I cannot help but…but want to see you, and speak to you, I think of you and wonder what you are doing when you’re away. And I…I worry about you. I want you happy- more than happy, safe.”
He closed the distance and kissed you. The first kiss you ever had other than chaste pecks on the hand. You shuddered at it as he wrapped his hands around you, one hand crawling up your back. He knew his way around a woman’s body. And he knew what would make your knees tremble. You melted into his arms, collapsing into the kiss, into the embrace. He tasted of wine, of freedom.
He let go. But it was as if something awoke that was long asleep. You let him keep his hands on you, to feel your body beneath your dress—one on your hip, fingers inches away from the most private, precious of places on you. You kept on babbling despite yourself.
“All the battles your father sends you on and… and…I was worried, worried you would die…worried something would happen to you- and then, the Eastcheap visits….I was worried…worried you and Doll would.”
“There were no whores. Not since we’ve met,” he replied.
You kissed him again, and you leaned closer to him, wrapping your arms to feel his back. Dizzy and drink on him. You heard his moan.
He leaned back on a chair and had you straddle him. You gasped, feeling your legs come apart. Places between you were starting to dampen and it was just over where his most secret places were. You were never this close, this intimate with each other
“Kiss me again, my dove,” he commanded.
You kissed him again, his fingers crawling, up your leg. He found your hip and then moved you. You moaned from the friction, the touching and brushing of your bodies.
But you wanted it, you didn’t stop him.
His hands were over you, greedily touching since you were all his now-his betrothed, his wife, and soon his queen- and he would make sure you never forgot it. He gave you a last grind of your hips.
His hands desperately searched your clothes, trying to find the seams. But you were aching, going up for him, needing him.
“Hal- Hal!” you whispered
“And what if I do? I can’t bear it- the longer I’m with you, the more desire overcomes me- You drive me mad- I can’t, I can’t take it, my dear, my love-I-I have to ravish you, here-now-”
“Yes, you may…”
He slid aside the papers and books so the desk was clear. You swallowed, getting incredibly wet but excited with his flushed face. But his eyes determined, an animal after his prey. And nothing could tear him from his prize.
He kissed you, prompting you to sit. He undid a bit of your bodice, pulling it down, finding your breasts. The cold air touched it as his pupils darkened over the sight of you.
“You’re exquisite, darling, and you’re not his, you’re mine-”
Once they were revealed, he fondled them, thumb grazing over the hard nipples. You moaned appreciatively. All while he kissed your neck.
“Say it, say you’re mine,” he whispered.
“I’m yours,” you replied.
He then freed a hand. It moved up your leg.
“All of this, this beauty, it is all mine-and I’ll drive you there, until you cry out for all of them to hear.”
slid a finger inside and you gasped, feeling it stretch you. You gasped as he curled up- surprised his long finger could go so deep, and find a spot that brought so much pleasure and pain as he discovered the little nub inside you.
“My- my lord!”
He kissed your neck again, then looked at you, smugness spread on his lips.
“Yes….yes, call me that.”
He gathered your skirt up and then undid his codpiece and released his pants, standing at full attention. You gave a small gasp at the sight of his size. He looked at you darkly, a new tone in his voice- deadly and commanding, a king to his whore
“You will be good and make it fit, every bit of it. And you will call me my lord.”
His hands made your legs come wide apart, he moved you up. He was slow, entering you, so you got used to it. You let out a moan, tugging onto him.
“Yes…take it…like a good girl…take it.”
He forced your legs further apart, sheathing you in with a grunt. You let out a sound, your insides penetrated, clutching onto him, feeling your bare breasts against his leather. Your blouse fell lower, exposing both. He then gave a first, sloppy thrust. Then he was seated inside you.
“My lord!” you cried out.
“There-there- I will make you scream it louder,” he growled.
Then he began thrusting—his moans in your ear. You dug your fingers into his shoulders and grabbed your hips, keeping tight. The desk made a sound as you did. It began slowly.
“My-my lord, oh- gods- yes, there, my lord-gods-gods blood-”
It then picked up, your breasts bouncing and your heart racing. All you knew was him, felt was him. You were moaning even louder. It was a desperate, animal. Pounding his hips into yours.
He released one hand. It found your nub between. You gasped. He then strummed it with each deep, forceful, desperate pounding.
“H-My-My lord I-I-there-oh-oh god-I’m-I’m going-going to-to die, but- don’t-don’t-don’t stop-”
“You’re close, you’re-you’re close, darling-call me that-yes-now-fuck,yes-yes-
“Say it, say it when you cum-I’m-I’m going to cum-cum inside- cum, fie, lady- fie, it’s on me now- cum, fie, lady -cum!”
He picked it up incredibly fast, you held onto him, your pleasure spinning out of control.
“Yes- close, close- come on now, give in- let go-”
With a grunt, his seed shot into you and the release of pleasure broke inside you. You didn't say his title but gasped. The light had hit you and made everything duller, things spun, and you felt as if you were in oblivion.
In a final whisper, you only whispered once more “My…my lord…” Your nails dug into him- your lord, your intended, your prince, and your husband. A marriage not sworn but already consummated.
He pulled out, and then cupped your face, “as you are my lady.”
You pressed foreheads, feeling his warm breath and how soft his skin felt- comforting, gentle.
He helped you off and then readjusted your dress so all was well. Making sure the blouse covered you up and that your skirt was in place.
“Are you not hurt?” he asked.
“Not a bit.”
He wrapped a protective arm around you, leading you out.
“Here…we must return to the party…I will fetch us some wine.”
“And…you can have the next dance, my lord,” you said.
He smiled at you- not a naughty smile, but a kind, genuine smile that burst with love.
“As you have all of mine, my lady.”
His smile shone brighter than any candlelight. He gave you a last kiss before you were on his arm, returning to the party.
#smut#carrie writes#prince hal#prince hal x reader#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston characters#angst with a happy ending#the hollow crown#prince hal fanfiction#prince hal x you#prince hal x y/n#prince hal smut#prince hal imagine#prince hal the hollow crown
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𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 6.3k words
summary: in which the summer of ‘84 was both the best and worst time of your life
warnings: explicit language, underaged drinking, angst, fluff, implied smut, cheating
author’s note: second part to cardigan (but could be read out of order). i fully did not expect this to end up this long but hope y’all enjoy<33 (full “folklore” album series masterlist here!)
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“but i can see us lost in the memory. august slipped away into a moment in time.”
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July 19, 1984
Ten.
That was how many days in a row you and Steve had seen each other.
From the first time you two talked to one another outside of Ralph’s Sandwich Shop, his first ever words to you being, “Potato chips on a sandwich? That’s kinda weird,” and the conversation that proceeded from that somehow led you to watching a movie in the theater room at his house that same night. To now this— him spending the majority of his afternoon with you at the library, where you had been working for the past year and a half.
You wondered how long the two of you would keep the streak alive.
If it was anyone else you probably would have gotten sick of seeing them that many days in a row, but with Steve you weren’t. In fact, you looked forward to whenever you got to see him again. And maybe that feeling, the anticipation toward seeing this guy who you probably shouldn’t even be seeing this often anyway, should’ve worried you.
Whenever you thought about how easily the two of you were able to go from absolutely nothing to this— an unlikely friendship that somehow felt like you’d known each other so much longer than barely two weeks— it startled you.
Before, you had simply known of him; of course, you had, he was practically royalty at your high school. “King Steve,” a charmer, a perpetual flirter, somehow dating straight-A student Nancy Wheeler. It was the combination of those things that told you during that first conversation you had with him that you should stay away from him, but for some reason, you still said yes.
Maybe it was because the home theater he had been bragging about sounded way too tempting not to take up the offer. Or maybe it was because you liked being an idiot sometimes.
If it was the latter that was true then you still were an idiot because there you were ten days later still hanging out with him and not regretting it one bit.
“I need to bring you better games here,” Steve said. He was standing across from you on the other side of the counter.
“What’s wrong with Uno? Is it because you keep losing?” You jokingly asked, a small smile on your face as you started shuffling the deck. “Also, I’m technically working right now, so I shouldn’t even be playing any games with you.”
“There’s no one here except you and me,” He said and then gestured to the quietness that surrounded you both. “Actually, I think the only other person that’s been in here all day was that old lady who just wanted directions to the park.”
You loved your job at the library and you really didn’t mind how it was rarely busy, especially during the summer, because it meant that you could spend most of your shifts reading instead of helping someone find what they needed or reshelving books. Now the majority of your non-busy moments during your shift were spent with Steve.
“What are you doing tonight?” He asked as you began dealing the cards, because what else was there to do but play another round of Uno?
“My guess is hanging out with you,” You answered. “What’s happening?”
“Party,” He stated simply, and you realized that probably should’ve been your first guess. “Need us to be beer pong partners again.”
It had been last week, two days after you and Steve unspokenly decided that hanging out with one another would become a common occurrence, when he dragged you to a party; some too big thing at Matthew Lancaster’s lake house.
A beer pong table was set up, which was not all surprising for a high school party, and you suggested that you and Steve play and be on a team with one another. You were insanely good, practically making every shot, and Steve wasn’t too bad at playing either, which made your team pretty unstoppable. It was a random hidden talent of yours that you would only show off every once in a blue moon because you deliberately didn’t frequent parties.
“I’ve retired for the time being,” You told him. “I can’t show off my beer pong skills too often or it won’t be a cool talent anymore.”
He laughed a bit at that but still nodded. “Okay, what do you wanna do tonight instead?”
“Don’t let me stop you from going to the party.”
Steve shrugged and shook his head. “Probably wouldn’t be fun without you, anyway.”
His words confused you as much as they made you feel so happy. And you quickly pushed that “happy” feeling away because you knew just how fast it could lead to feeling other things; things that would make you look like the worst person in the world.
Once again, you wondered why you were doing this. Why were you allowing yourself to get close to him when you’d probably just look like an idiot in the end? And why had he wanted to talk to you in the first place? Those fleeting questions would hit you a lot over the past few days, but you’d quickly push them away because you didn’t want to think too hard about everything. However, this time you couldn’t force them away.
“Why?” You asked, breaking eye contact with him for the first time probably that entire afternoon. “Why… are we friends right now?”
If he was surprised or confused by the randomness of your question, he didn’t show it.
“I don’t know. I wanted to talk to you that day, so I did it,” He made the answer sound so simple. “I didn’t really expect it to turn into this friendship, but it’s nice finally having something that actually feels so easy.”
What about you and Nancy wasn’t easy?
You wanted to ask that but refrained from doing so. He probably didn’t mean her when he said that. You knew that the only reason why he was with you instead of her, and had been for the past ten days, was because she was out of town for the summer. That thought hurt a bit, knowing that you were essentially some sort of “consolation prize,” but it kept you from looking too much into things. You took everything Steve said that could be read as flirtatious with a grain of salt and forced yourself to see it as solely platonic.
And you’d rather it all be completely platonic anyway because you really liked the friendship you’d developed with him.
“You’re right. This does feel easy,” You ultimately responded, smiling at him because now that the unspoken lines were finally verbally drawn— the two of you were friends; nothing more, nothing less— you felt the tiniest bit better about it all. “But, I’m glad it does. I’m happy we’re friends.”
Steve smiled back at you. “Me too.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“you back beneath the sun. wishin’ i could write my name on it.”
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July 28, 1984
The only reason why you allowed Steve to bring you to this party was because you were a sucker for a bonfire.
And the only reason why you were currently drunk off your ass was because you couldn’t say no to a game of hide and seek, especially a drinking version of the childish game, which Steve had suggested and you quickly agreed to.
There was something about this game that made you realize that maybe your entire friendship was a game; a game of who would break first. But, that was something to think about at a different time. Or actually not at all, because thinking further about that would probably only complicate things.
It was easy to pretend that there was nothing more to you and him when you both were sober. It was also so much easier to lie to yourself that you didn’t feel anything romantic toward him and that you didn’t see that maybe he actually felt the same way too.
There was a constant back and forth happening in your mind, with you continuously telling yourself that being friends with Steve wasn’t a bad idea, even though maybe it was because it was slowly making you want something more. Sometimes it felt as if it made sense to like him; it felt obvious. The way you could talk to each other about anything and everything mixed with how constantly you two wanted to spend time together made you fall in so deep so fast.
But, you couldn’t accept or think about any of that, and the reasons why were painfully obvious.
However, with the alcohol currently clouding your brain, that felt like a slightly different story.
“Sitting behind a tree? Not your best hiding spot.”
Hearing Steve’s voice right then should’ve made you feel at least the tiniest bit upset because it meant that you lost that round of hide and seek, but you drunkenly smiled up at him.
“I wanted to be original and we’ve been playing for so long I feel like we’ve done everything else at this point. But, that was at least two minutes, though, right?”
“It was actually barely thirty seconds.”
“Oh, wow,” You said with a laugh as you extended a hand up toward him so that he could help you up. You wobbled a bit before getting your balance and then you grabbed the red solo cup in Steve’s free hand to drink the rest of what was left in it as your punishment for losing; the exact contents of the drink were unknown, but it tasted fruity.
When you were done, you handed the cup back to him and then leaned back against the tree because it somehow felt nice and you weren’t bothered by the roughness of it touching the parts of your skin that the tank top you were wearing didn’t cover.
There were a ton of people at the infamous “Lover’s Lake” because of the party, but nobody had been paying attention to you and Steve running around like five-year-olds playing hide and seek and getting severely drunk in the process.
The lopsided grin taking over Steve’s features let you know that he was just as inebriated as you were, maybe even more so because he’d been drinking a bit before you two started the game.
“Maybe we should be done with hide and seek now.”
You gave him a nod. “That sounds like a good idea.”
Things became quiet for a few moments with the two of you solely staring at each other in the darkness and ignoring the loud rowdiness of everyone else who was only a few feet away. Steve closed a bit of the distance between you both and leaned in close to you; his gaze flickered down to your lips for a hint of a second before going right back to your eyes.
If this was any other moment, your mind would be running a million miles a minute, screaming at you to not allow the inevitable to happen. But, somehow, you were actually calm.
“We can’t do that, friend,” You told him, making your voice sound as serious as possible, but you couldn’t help but smile a bit.
“I know,” He responded but still shut the final space of distance between you both, bypassing your lips and kissing your cheek instead. “That’s okay, though, right?”
The reasonable side of you was obviously telling you to say “no,” but it was hard to make yourself care enough to listen to it. “I’ll allow it.”
The three words came out so quietly, but Steve heard you. He kissed your other cheek and then your forehead and then your nose before pulling away and smiling at you.
Before he could say anything, you did the same to him; kissing both of his cheeks, his forehead, and his nose, and then pulling back to lean against the tree again. That time it was your eyes that glanced down at his lips before going back to his eyes.
You were so close to doing it, and he almost begged you to, but then you were pushing off of the tree and asking him to turn around.
“Piggyback ride to the car, please?”
“We can’t drive right now,” He said as he leaned down a bit so you could hop onto his back.
You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “I know, but I will die if I don’t sit down.”
The walk to your car should’ve taken less than a minute, but instead, it nearly took five because, of course, the two of you got a little lost and it took way too long to realize that the first car you had walked past was yours.
“God, we’re acting like such idiots right now,” You said, laughing as Steve let you down so you could get into the car.
He laughed too as he got in on the passenger side. “Yeah, definitely not our finest moment.”
You sighed in contentment when you leaned back against the seat, immediately finding comfort in it, which definitely said a lot about how drunk and exhausted you were because you never usually found your car as super comfortable.
You turned on your side to face Steve, and as if feeling your gaze on him, he turned to look at you as well. You silently admired each other. Sometimes it felt as if a thousand things were being said in the silences you two shared with one another, things that would probably always be left unsaid.
“I really like you,” He whispered suddenly and you realized that maybe not everything silently said would be left unspoken.
You let out a small breath before closing your eyes because it felt too hard to look at him right then. “I really like you too.”
“Please let me kiss you.”
It was difficult to describe exactly what his words managed to do to you, and you tried your hardest to disregard those feelings.
“We can’t.” You shook your head, eyes still shut. “It’ll ruin everything.”
“What if that’s okay?” He said, voice still quiet.
It could’ve been easy.
To finally do what you both had desperately wanted to do for weeks at this point, but had refused to admit. And doing it at this moment instead of any other time because, with the drunken states you both were in, none of this would be remembered. Which would also mean that it didn’t really happen, right?
Your eyes finally opened and you looked at him. “Neither of us is gonna remember this conversation in the morning.”
“You’re probably right.”
“And if you did, you’d regret saying any of this,” You said, and your words were met with silence from him. You couldn’t tell if that meant that they were the truth, or instead, quite far from it.
Even in your inebriated state, you were too scared to push him further and get an answer because you were unsure which response would be worse; “Yes, I’d regret it,” or “No, I wouldn’t regret it at all.”
Before he could potentially say a version of either of those responses, you began speaking again. “I’m really tired.”
You then pulled your eyes away from him and looked straight ahead at the people that were still partying around the fire. A part of you wanted to join them, but the other part of you just wanted to fall asleep.
“Me too,” Steve said and with how long he had been quiet, you were actually surprised to hear his voice right then.
Both of you fell asleep just like that for the time being, putting an end to a conversation that would not be talked about in the morning because just as you’d both assumed, it seemed as if it had been long forgotten.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“salt air, and the rust on your door. i never needed anything more. whispers of ‘are you sure?’ ‘never have i ever before.’”
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July 31, 1984
The sun had long ago set behind the trees, but you and Steve still had no plans to leave his pool anytime soon.
You swam close to him, your hands finding his shoulders and then pushing down to dunk him under the water. A laugh fell from your lips as you immediately started swimming away, but Steve’s hand quickly found your waist and pulled you back toward him.
“What was that for?” He asked, one arm still wrapped around you, causing your back to be firmly pressed against his chest, while his other hand pushed back his wet hair.
“For pushing me in the pool earlier,” You answered, only trying for a moment to wriggle out of his grasp but failing miserably so you stopped.
“That was hours ago.”
“Revenge is best when you don’t see it coming,” You said, smiling widely.
He laughed against your ear. “You’re evil.”
You attempted to pull away again but he was still holding on to you, so instead you maneuvered so you were simply facing him instead.
You were smiling up at him, and you assumed he’d match it with a smile of his own, but he didn’t. Instead, there was a certain look on his face that you couldn’t necessarily decipher. You almost asked him what was wrong, but he started speaking before you got the chance to.
“I remember the conversation we had in your car at the bonfire.”
You could feel your heart start to race a bit, not expecting things to take that turn. “Oh… You do?”
He nodded his head. “Do you?”
“I remember the whole thing,” You told him, and that was entirely true. You’d spent the past few days constantly thinking about that moment and running through every single thing that was said. You had also tried your hardest to push the memory away because it seemed as if Steve didn’t remember it.
“I don’t regret anything I said,” He told you and then a hand came up to cup your cheek. “I still really wanna kiss you.”
You were quiet for a moment, letting Steve’s words settle over you, before responding to him in a small voice. “Are you sure?”
Instead of verbally responding, he gave you the smallest of nods and closed the tiny bit of space between you both, dipping his head down and slotting his lips against yours.
All you could think at that moment was finally.
Finally, you were this close to one another.
Finally, you were kissing.
Finally, you were doing what you had wanted to do for so long.
The thing that both of you told each other and even convinced yourselves wasn’t going to happen, finally happened. And in a way, it sucked because neither of you felt bad about it, at least not bad enough to stop.
Your legs wrapped around his waist beneath the water and your arms came up to wrap around his neck, one hand finding its way into the hair at the nape of his neck.
You weren’t in the deepest part of the pool anymore so Steve was able to stand, but both of you were still almost completely submerged in the water. He walked you both over to one of the sides of the pool, pressing you back against it and deepening the kiss.
Nothing was said, and nothing needed to be said. In fact, you thought that if either of you said something, it would ruin the perfection that was that moment and harshly shove you both back to reality. A reality that told you that this was the farthest thing that should have been happening.
For the time being, with Steve against you and his lips finding that particularly sensitive part of your neck, you were happy living in this fantasy world. It was a dream that you didn’t want to wake up from, and you convinced yourself that it wouldn’t hurt too bad when you did finally have to wake up from it.
“We should…” You took a breath, biting back the moan that threatened to spill from your lips as Steve continued the assault on your neck. Your next word should’ve been “stop,” but stopping this was the absolute last thing you wanted to do. “We should go to your room.”
He finally, and sadly, pulled away from your neck and pressed a quick kiss against your lips. “That sounds like a great idea.”
You detached yourselves from one another just enough to step out of the pool and into his house, wet bodies leaving drops of water across the floor that weren’t the slightest bit cared about.
You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.
After getting as close as you just had been, it was hard to go back to how it used to be; the friendliness and innocence that had surrounded the brief touches you two would usually share. Instead, your hand was intertwined with his as he led you up the stairs, and then his arms circled around you when you entered his room, cocooning you in the towel he’d grabbed from behind his door.
It was you that kissed him that second time.
You reached up to push his wet hair back and then leaned in, inwardly sighing in contentment. Both of his hands found your waist, causing the towel to fall and it was immediately long forgotten.
When you pulled away you took the smallest step back and simply looked at him, his pretty face and soft brown eyes that were full of nothing but adoration for you. You tried your hardest to find something within you that resembled regret or made you want to stop this, but you couldn’t. And you knew exactly what that said about you, but it was also difficult to force yourself to care about that either.
Steve eagerly brought you close to him again, which made you smile into the kiss he pulled you into. He slowly started leading you back toward his bed.
“Wait,” You said, detaching your lips from his and softly pushing him back a bit. “It would be really rude of me to lay on your bed with my bathing suit on.”
He slowly nodded and swallowed harshly as you removed your top first, letting that fall to the floor, and then going to your bottoms. “That’s very considerate of you.”
You only smiled at him and his sudden nervousness, which managed to wash away any and all of your own shyness at that moment.
His eyes met yours. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” You whispered, reaching out to grab his hands and pull him close to you again. You were about to kiss him again, but it was then that you noticed the time on the clock that was hanging on the wall behind him. “Shit, shit.”
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a look of concern crossed his face. “What’s wrong?”
“The time,” You answered and then sighed as you started grabbing your bathing suit. “It’s 12:40, and if I’m not home by one, my mom will kill me and then you.”
“Your mom loves me too much to kill me,” Steve responded, grabbing a t-shirt for you to slip on too.
“Yeah, kinda weird how after only one meeting where you two barely even talked, she somehow likes you more than me now,” You said as you put on his shirt which kind of swallowed you whole but you loved it and already knew that you would never be giving it back to him.
You looked up at him and your next words came out quietly. “I’m sorry I have to ruin this right now.”
Steve shook his head at you. “It’s okay. Don’t be sorry.” Both of his hands found your hips again, squeezing softly. “We’ll pick up where we left off next time.”
You couldn’t help but smile at that. “Next time?”
“Mhm, next time,” He said, smiling back at you and nodding. “If you want there to be one?”
“I’d like that,” You responded and pressed a quick kiss against his lips.
Even as you headed back downstairs and Steve walked you to your car, kissing you for a few more minutes before you reluctantly drove away, your stomach had yet to fill with even a hint of regret or guilt.
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“wanting was enough. for me, it was enough. to live for the hope of it all.”
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August 12, 1984
The constant sound of something softly pinging against your window pulled your attention away from the book you were reading in your bed.
There was only one person that could've been throwing something at your window, but still, you were the tiniest bit surprised when you opened your curtains and saw Steve standing on your front lawn.
Even though seeing him was such a natural thing at this point, it made sense that you were at least a little surprised because no part of you felt secure with this “thing” you had going on with him, which was more than just a friendship but so much less than any type of actual relationship. You lived in the perpetual state that it would all abruptly end. And maybe that thought process came from you knowing that eventually, this would all have to come to an end; there weren’t that many days of summer left.
But then there was that tiny slither of hope that maybe it all wouldn’t have to end. You kept that thought buried deep down inside of you, though.
You lifted your window. “Throwing rocks at my window? That’s very rom-com of you.”
“Sometimes I like to be cheesy,” Steve said, smiling at you.
It was a sweet, adoring smile that you shouldn’t have been on the receiving end of; it was a smile that didn’t belong to you. It was so easy to see that, but it was nearly impossible to actually do something about it and let him go.
“Can I come up?” He asked. “I promise I’ll be quiet and your mom won’t hear me.”
“She’s gone for the weekend, actually,” You told him, smiling a bit. “I’ll be down in a second.”
When you opened the front door, he was quick to greet you with a kiss before pulling you in for a hug.
After that first kiss in his pool, there was an almost immediate shift that happened. An easy shift where you’d gone from constantly telling yourselves that everything was solely platonic to finally allowing yourselves to do every little thing that deep down you both had always wanted to do. With him now always greeting you with soft kisses, and you secretly spending so many nights in his bed because his parents were never home and most of the time it was easy to make up some sort of excuse to your mom.
Something else shifted too, though. It was a shift that neither of you spoke about because you never really wanted to acknowledge what exactly your friendship had transformed into and what it really meant. Not talking about any of it was a decision that you were unsure if it was completely yours or his because it was all so unspoken.
When you thought about it hard enough though, you could see that the decision was mutual, because on both sides it was easier to pretend that none of the outside things existed. In that fairytale, he didn’t have a girlfriend, he didn’t belong to anyone else. You were his and he was solely yours.
“Tell me about this thing that your parents forced you to go to tonight,” You said as Steve kicked off his shoes by the front door and the two of you started heading up the stairs. One of his hands was intertwined with yours and there was barely an inch of space between you both. It had become really hard not to be close to one another.
“It was this big event for my dad’s job, and they always drag me to stuff like that as a way to prove to his coworkers that they’re ‘good parents.’ It was very boring,” Steve responded with a small sigh and then gave your hand a light squeeze. “It would’ve been much less painful if you came.”
He sat down on the foot of your bed when the two of you walked into your room, and the oversized t-shirt you had on as your pajamas rode up a lot as you settled yourself in his lap, knees on either side of his thighs and hands resting on his shoulders. It was an un-innocent position that, for the time being, felt quite the opposite.
“Going to something like that is something a girlfriend would do, not…” That was the first time you’d even minorly referred to Nancy, and it felt both weird and wrong. It woke you up for a second and made you falter a bit in your next words, breaking Steve’s gaze. “Not a… friend.”
One of his hands found the side of your thigh, rubbing the skin softly and trying to pull you back into this moment with him. You could feel him reading you so easily and knowing where your mind was going, and he didn’t want you to go there, and neither did you.
You didn’t want this– you and him, him and you– to break just yet.
“Um, anyway, you didn’t tell me that it would be so formal,” You said, gesturing with your head to the suit he was wearing.
Your eyes met his again and you could see the relief wash over his face because you didn’t bring up the unspoken topic. Things shifted right back to normal. Well, the normal that you two created for yourselves.
“I feel kinda ridiculous, and I hate this bow tie,” He responded, hand continuing to rub your thigh. “I should’ve probably changed before I came here but I just really wanted to see you.”
You let his words further push away any thoughts of Nancy that lingered in your mind, thoughts that finally told you that what you were doing with him was wrong.
“Stop. You look good,” You told him, your fingers playing with the bow tie for a brief moment. “Like, really good.”
“Okay, now I’m really glad that I didn’t change, then.” He smiled before leaning in to kiss you.
You only deepened the kiss in response and focused on nothing but the feeling of his mouth on yours and his hands beginning to snake underneath your shirt.
He pulled back, maneuvering things so you were sitting at the foot of the bed and he was standing. The black suit jacket he had on was the first thing to fall on the floor. You slipped your t-shirt over your head and tossed it to the side before helping him unbutton the long sleeve white shirt he had on.
His hands found your bare waist and squeezed softly. “I’m so fucking happy I’m here right now.”
“Me too,” You responded and then sighed in contentment, eyes slipping shut for a brief moment, when you felt his thumb graze over your already hard nipple.
Sometimes, usually in moments like these, it felt as if it was your sole purpose to be with him; canceling your plans just in case he’d call or show up, and meeting solely at his place, or yours, or the library.
How deeply intertwined you felt with him let you know exactly how much it would hurt when this all came to its eventual end. But then you were hit with the thought that maybe you would deserve it because you put yourself in this situation.
Steve’s hand came up to gently stroke your cheek and pull you out of your thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”
Your gaze met his as you shook your head. “Nothing important.”
But, maybe it was the most important thing.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“i remember thinkin' i had you.”
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August 23, 1984
You expected to see him that night.
So maybe him unexpectedly showing up to the library– which was now busy with a bunch of kids scrambling to do their summer reading assignments– was what should have told you that everything was about to go to shit.
“Hey,” You said to him and placed the book in your hand in its rightful place on the shelf and then did the same thing with the other one you were holding. “I didn’t think I’d see you until tonight.”
Steve was quiet for a few moments too long, which made you look at him, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion when you saw the look on his face. It was hard to exactly decipher his expression because it looked as if he was experiencing a thousand different emotions at once.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, voice quiet.
“I got a call from Nancy,” He told you, and you nearly flinched at hearing him saying her name to you for the first time ever. “She said she’s coming back tonight.”
“Oh…” Was the first thing that fell from your lips. It was the word that perfectly encompassed your initial shock at that moment. “That’s, um– That’s really, uh…” You almost said “great,” because if the circumstances were different and if things were actually normal between you two, it probably would’ve been great that his girlfriend was coming back after being gone for almost two months. But, things were far from normal and the circumstances weren’t different at all, so you were at a loss for words.
Finally, after what felt like hours of silence, but what was really probably only seconds, you said something. “I really don’t know what to say to that, honestly.”
“I’m sorry,” He said softly and pulled his eyes away from you. He looked down and ran a nervous hand through his hair. “I guess we, uh, both know what that means.”
“Say it, Steve.” You muttered. You had to hear him say the words in order for it all to be real for you. You couldn’t take all of the unspoken, reading-between-the-lines bullshit.
He was quiet for an unbearable amount of time before he finally spoke. “We can’t see each other anymore.”
From the second he kissed you in his pool nearly a month ago, you knew that those words would ultimately come. Each happy day that passed with you tangled up in his bedsheets or cuddled up on his couch laughing about nothing was leading to this moment.
It had all been so inevitable, but it still hurt harder than you had expected it to. You quickly decided to pretend as if it didn’t, though.
You nodded at him. “Okay. Got it.”
“I’m sorry. This shouldn’t– I didn’t–”
“Don’t,” You quickly shook your head, not at all wanting to hear whatever pitying thing he would say to you at that moment. “Please don’t.”
You were suddenly glad that you were at work right then because you could distract yourself from thoughts of him and everything that had just ended with the current busyness of the library. You looked away from Steve and noticed a little girl struggling to grab a book that was high on a shelf.
“It’s really chaotic here right now, and I have to actually do work for the first time probably all summer, so yeah…” You forced a small smile and then walked away from him, ignoring the words he said to you that you barely heard and couldn’t make out.
Over the next two final hours of your shift, you’d silently accepted that that brief conversation would be the last time you talked to Steve Harrington. Although there were a thousand more things that probably could’ve been said, it was okay. That ending was okay. Or at least in the long run, it would be.
So it slightly startled you when you saw him in the parking lot, leaning against the side of his car. When he noticed you, he waved.
“Have you been here this whole time?” You asked, walking toward him, but leaving a wide space of distance between you two.
“Maybe, yeah.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know…”
For the first time probably ever, he confused you.
“I just— I wish things could be different,” He ultimately said, and hearing those words simultaneously made you feel happy while also making you feel so fucking upset.
“Things can be different,” You told him as you stepped toward him, the tiniest glimmer of hope inadvertently beginning to swirl in your stomach. “We could be together.”
Your hands found his, slowly intertwining them. His gaze met yours and you let the silent conversation play out. Your eyes pleading with him to not let go of what you two had, and him looking at you so softly while also battling whatever else was going on in his mind. After a few moments, he gave your hands a quick squeeze before he let go of them.
“I love Nancy.”
Not you. Those were the words he didn’t say, but you could read between those lines a little too easily.
“I love you” was the one thing you hadn’t said to one another, but you thought that you could feel how much he loved you through each soft touch, every longing look, every plea for you to stay in his bed for just a minute longer; one minute that always turned into at least five.
Apparently, you were wrong, though.
And now you knew for certain that you were wrong about every single thing that happened that summer.
Because you knew that you felt that way toward him. You loved him.
But he didn’t love you. He didn’t want to be with you.
He loved her.
His girlfriend— the only girl he was supposed to love.
You let the feeling of regret and guilt toward everything that happened this summer crash over you like a tsunami.
“I should’ve never done this,” You said, whispering that more to yourself, than to him.
“What?” He asked, unsure of what you’d just said.
“You love her.” You said as you moved away from him. “Go be with her.”
“I’m really sorry,” You heard him say as you walked toward your car.
You didn’t say anything in response to that. Mainly because there was nothing to say, but also because you refused to talk to him any longer. And quite frankly, you never wanted to talk to him again.
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“so much for summer love and saying ‘us.’ ‘cause you weren't mine to lose.”
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My lord
Prince Hal x black princess!reader
a/n: I’m back and I’m happy to show you this fic that I couldn’t wait to post, I wanted it to be a one shot but I thing I’ll make a 2nd part, tell me what you think about it! Sorry if the language is not perfect I’m not English so it was hard to find the perfect words for the situation
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genre: fluff, smut
words : 3k
warnings: smut !! slight racism( not from Hal!) slight misogynistic (not from Hal!), a little god complex lol, Hal and reader being fast at acknowledging their feelings
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You glared at your father, seeing him bow in front of the England King who was looking down at the two of you, clearly waiting for you to show some type of courtesy.
“Excuse me for the behaviour of my daughter, she is young and foolish.” your father explained to the man in front of you and a scoff escaped him.
“Being young is not an excuse, my youngest son, Thomas of Lancaster, is a respectful and obedient child.” He smirked in the direction of his son, looking at him with pride. “You should educate your daughter Sir, if she keeps this attitude no sane man would want to marry her.”
You maintained your calm and fought yourself to not roll your eyes at him and his stupid son.
“It's a pleasure to finally work with people from overseas.” The king of England said with a condescending attitude, clearly looking down on your father and his kingdom. Your father didn’t even bother to tell him that he wasn’t a representative of all overseas, he was a calm and wise man, knowing that you shouldn’t bother to be angry at fools. You, on the other hand, didn’t have his patience and as the time flew you only wanted to slap this petty king in the face and go back to your country where people had a lot more manners.
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You were sitting at the banquet, clearly uncomfortable, everything was so different from your ways.
“You’re beautiful,” began the young son of Henry IV, sitting right next to you, “We never see people like you around here.” He stated and with his smile you understood that it was supposed to be a compliment. You nodded with a polite smile as the boy kept glancing at you throughout the night, trying each time to find a reason to talk to you.
“Well, look who decided to show up.” Exclaimed the King bitterly. Everyone turned their head to the majestic wooden entrance door, seeing a young slightly curly haired man, standing there, confidence but also annoyance and strength radiating off him. “Seems like my fool of an heir has decided to show up for once. What is bringing you here?”
“Your invitation father.” The man blankly stated as he sat at your table and you now had the occasion to look at the integrality of his features. Even if his hair was slightly long you could still see his defined jaw and cheekbone. He had a tired gaze, with dark circles decorating his greenish eyes and even if you knew that it wasn’t decent, you couldn’t help but let your eyes travel to his neck and collarbone, seeing the dark marks dotting his skin. The prince seemed to have decided to abandon all of his duties to enjoy the various pleasures of the common people.
“I’m glad you finally decided to leave the mud and prostitutes.” Henry IV muttered to his son who didn’t answer, only the way his jaw clenched indicated that he had heard his father’s remark.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity for you, Thomas left your side to go dance with some duchess, which left you the time to breathe a little bit. Thomas was a gentleman, representing perfectly how a prince should behave, but he was smothering you. Most of the guests were dancing so the table you were sitting at was almost empty. As you scanned the room, your eyes catched the eyes of the oldest King’s son who was already watching you. You quickly derived your gaze, hoping he wouldn’t mind you. However, the man saw this exchange as a good moment to approach you and before you even knew it he was now sitting in front of you.
“I’m sorry to intrude like this,” he began, his low voice pleasing your ears, “I know I never come in this castle but I’m sure I’ve never seen you before.” His eyes were lingering on your every feature.
“It’s because it’s my first time coming here Sir.” You said and watched a little smile forming on his face.
“Well, what a pleasure to meet you Lady..?” He let his voice trail, waiting patiently for your name while he took your hand gracefully in his.
“Y/n.” You answered, your breath was slightly cut off by the tender kiss he laid on the back of your hand.
“Lady Y/n, I’m Hal.” He smiled, his eyes almost felines and you just nodded, his hand not letting yours go. You found it odd to see that he wasn’t bragging about his title, all of the people you met here were obsessed by their nobility.
“If you allow me, Sir, I’d like to retire and go get some rest.” You asked even if you planned to leave no matter the answer he gave you.
“Of course beautiful, sleep well.” He playfully said and you refrained from laughing which made him smile.
Your room was spacious, and well decorated. A guard had escorted you and a maid was staying near in case you needed any help. That, plus the pretty prince you had the chance to meet was making you relativize on this little stay. As you hopped in the bath the maid had prepared for you, you couldn’t stop your mind from thinking about the mysterious prince that brightened up the annoying banquet. Thinking about the softness of his hand around yours, you let your hand travel slowly to your core, taking your time to caress your chest and thighs before finally letting your fingers play with your clit, imaginating that it was his long and delicate fingers. You let out a soft sigh at the memory of his delightful mouth on your flesh and wondered how his lips will feel in all these inappropriate places of your body.
After your relief you wrap yourself in your towel, using all these foreign products to oil your body before finally putting on your night clothes.
The next morning the maid woke you up by pulling the curtains to let daylight enter your room. The warmness in the room was enjoyable but you wish you could stay a bit more in your sheets.
“The prince of Wales requests your presence, your Highness.” The maid sweetly said as she served your tea before preparing your clothes for the day.
“Where should I meet him?” You asked without even taking in the fact that it was perhaps inappropriate to meet the prince alone in what seems to be a private meeting.
“He’s waiting for you behind your door, he asked me to demand your permission to come in.” You couldn’t believe how this man was, he really didn’t care about etiquette did he?
“Then tell him to come in.” At your words she opened the door, revealing Hal who wasn’t even dressed up for the day. He seemed so normal that you almost forgot the formalities.
“You can leave us.” You sweetly said to your maid as she slightly bowed before leaving. Hal immediately jumped on the occasion to approach you as you were sitting on your bed watching him.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, you were clouding my dream.” He announced with a sultry voice, “my Lady, you are all I have ever sought, and if having you means accepting my noble life, the tasks and obligations that go with it, then I will. I’ll do it just to carry you on the throne and to call you my queen. I’ll do it to be able to make love to you every day passionately, to see you bear my heirs. I know it’s indecent, I know it’s not how we’re supposed to do it, I should demand your hand to your father and I promise I will. Love me Lady Y/n, please, I’ve done a lot of things that someone like me shouldn’t have done but I will abandon it all for you, for your love. I don’t care what the people will think about us, I don’t care what the kingdom will think. The only thing I can care about right now is you and the immense crave for your affection I have. Love me, let me take care of you like you deserve it, let me be your lover, even your worshipper if it means I’ll have even a little fragment of your attention. I know we just met but I’ve never felt this way for anyone before.”
The curly haired boy was panting, and so were you. It was all so sudden but horribly delicious. His hands had found yours during his speech and your nails were now scratching softly his skin as your eyes glossed on the way his lips were slightly quivering or his hands were shaky or even how his eyes were full of hope and a glint of passion was drowned in them.
“Sir…” your voice was so small, you even had difficulty hearing yourself, “This is so wrong, so wrong on so many levels.” His face dropped at your words. “At the same time it’s so delightful to hear you say all of that out loud-” Before you could add anything else his soft lips were on yours, moving slowly, lovingly. His tongue was playing with your bottom lips and the sweet sounds of your whimpers and slight moans could be heard. Your voice was making the prince completely wild, now sucking and biting your bottom lip to hear more of it. His hand was now on your thigh, his hand grabbing your dress to the point where his knuckles were now white. You took his hand in yours, slipping it gently under your dress, making him sigh of pleasure at the touch of the softness of your skin. He gently separated his lips from yours as you admired the now plump and rosy aspect of them.
“Let me have you.” His voice was almost begging you and you were ready to give yourself to him but a shy knock at the door stopped the magic of the moment.
“Come in.” You frustratedly said and immediately wandered off of Hal, fixing your dress as he looked everywhere but at his brother accompanied by guards. Thomas cleared his throat in embarrassment and confusion, not understanding why his older brother was in your room, on your bed.
“Lady Y/n, I was wondering if you’ll be pleased to go on a walk with me, I could show you the castle.” Thomas gently asked, watching his brother weirdly from time to time.
“Oh…” You discreetly eyed Hal, seeing the way his jaw clenched and his dark gaze was fixated on his younger brother. “I… Yes Sir Thomas,it would be my pleasure.” You said reluctantly, your nobility showing. Hal stepped out of the room, anger clearly radiating from him as he purposely bumped into his brother.
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“Was my brother bothering you in your room? If it’s the case you can tell me, I’ll make sure that it doesn't happen anymore, he has no manners or respect.” Thomas stated as he was slowly walking with you through the castle.
“Not at all, he was just making sure I had everything I needed.” You lied and the prince next to you attentively watched your side.
“You shouldn’t be involved with him, he has damaged our name by his many scandals, he is not a man of good faith. I wouldn’t want him to tarnish your name with his inappropriate behaviour.” You quickly understood that Thomas was suspecting his brother to want to have sex with you, and even if you wanted it, the fact that he noticed that embarassed you.
“I don’t think your older brother is capable of such a thing.” You immediately answered and the boy scoffed
“He is reputed in all the country for his many mistresses. Initially he was the heir of my father but with how he abandoned our kingdom to his now life of debauchery, I have a chance to become Henry V.” He proudly announced and you politely smiled at him even though you didn’t care about what he was saying.
“You should give a little more credit to your older brother my Lord, I’m sure he has his own reasons to act the way he does.” You gently said and Thomas reluctantly nodded.
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You asked to receive your dinner in your room even if it surely offended the King that you didn’t sit at the table to eat with him and his other subjects. You were too tired to speak or act like you cared about the King’s life and decided that eating alone was the best solution to not be rude to anyone around the table and disrespect them.
As you finished eating, you looked at yourself in the mirror, eyeing every jewellery that decorated your body. Some of them had just been gifted to you by the youngest prince of England and you couldn’t help but think it was a way of courting you and you didn’t like that.
You didn’t even hear the door of your room opening before feeling Prince Hal’s hands on your waist, admiring you in the mirror with loving eyes.
“How did you manage to enter my room?” You asked, smiling at him and he returned it immediately.
“Even if I’m not appreciated in this castle I’m still the prince.” You slightly laughed and Hal’s hand toyed your new necklace. “Is this a present?” He softly asked before you enveloped his hand with your.
“A present from your brother.” You simply answered and Hal scoffed before delicately taking off the necklace of your body. Before you could say anything a beautiful gold necklace replaced the old one and Hal laid a gentle kiss on your neck.
“So much more beautiful.” He proudly whispered as he turned you around, his hands on your waist, admiring you like you were some sort of goddess that he wasn’t even sure he could touch.
“Thank you Hal.” You shyly smiled.
“Are we finally giving up on manners?” You nodded before wrapping your arms around his neck and saw the way he smirked while looking at your figure.
“Please, don’t make me regret this.” You simply stated, your eyes lost in his with a loving stare.
“I was craving to see you tonight at the table, you’re the only reason I stay at this castle you know” a little smile decorated his lips
“ I can neither understand nor bear English manners, no offence” Hal simply nodded before taking your hand in his.
“Myself, cannot bear English manners.” Hearing your laugh, Hal looked attentively at you, admiring the woman who stole his heart so fast. “My lover, my beautiful lover, your beauty is almost painful.” His hand was now on your cheek, watching your loving eyes.
“You’re flattering me.” You said as your fingers found their way to his curls.
“I would never be, I would never lie to you my dear. The words you hear right now are the words of a man in love.”
“And the look you’re getting now is the look of a woman in love” you lovingly said and Hal gently pressed his lips on yours, kissing you tenderly, showing all his love to you.
Your hands were now on his neck as your lips moved perfectly in sync. It was so bad but felt so good. You knew that If anyone saw you like that you would be dishonoured but the idea of getting caught only made you more aroused.
“Hal,” you whimpered as his lips traveled from your mouth to your throat. He shushed you as he smiled against your skin, biting it softly but retaining himself to mark you.
“God I can’t wait to be married to you so I can show the entire world that you’re mine, I’ll show everyone what a filthy good girl you are to your King.” Hal whispered in your ear and seeing him like that was making you completely question your virtue and if it was even as necessary as people made you think.
“I thought from your behavior that you didn’t want to be King.” You managed to let out and Hal chuckled.
“How can I make you queen, my queen, if I don’t accept my obligations as an heir to become the King?” He playfully asked and stopped his kisses and before you could protest he simply locked the door. “Let me please you.” He lustfully said, waiting for your approval before guiding you to the luxurious bed of the room. Your nightgown wasn’t covering anything and Hal’s eyes were immediately captured by the view of your hardening nipples. His imposant hand captured your breast, massaging it softly, loving the soft sound you were making from such a little action.
“May I?” He asked his other hand ready to slip under your dress.
“Please my King” you moaned and his hand touched the wet patch of your undergarments. His fingers danced on your cunt, teasing you to hear you beg.
“What do you want?” His sultry voice asked, a playful smile on his face, clearly loving torturing you.
“I want you to touch me.” You said and he made an unapproving sound.
“Aren’t you supposed to beg for your king to please you?” His emerald eyes were now piercing your skin.
“Please, your Highness, I’m begging you, I need release, I’m begging you to please me.” The words escaped your lips with difficulty from how your mind was fogged with desire.
“Such a good girl, a good whore for her Lord.” It was easy to spot the double meaning of his sentence, he seemed to be like his brother said “not a man of faith” and you liked it.
“I’ll always be a good whore for my Lord.” You said, looking at him through your lashes and felt his fingers finally move, touching perfectly your bundle of pleasure, toying it, caressing it exactly like you needed.
“Let me taste you” he told you in his desperate tone and when you nodded he licked your folds, tasting you like he always wanted to. He was hungry, hungry for you as he passionately kissed your cunt, acting like your moan was some sort of drug keeping him going.
“I need more, please”.
He playfully humed. “What more do you need?”
“I need you to fill me up” Hal chuckled before entering one of his slender fingers in you.
“More, more, please” you begged him, wetness pooling between your thighs as his mischievous smile was on your clit. A second finger found your pussy before he began pumping in and out perfectly. His mouth was always sending shivers down your spine as he licked you so greatly.
With his other hand he was palming himself,needing desperately the relief, you were making him crazy and his dick was too hard, he needed to fuck his own hand, moaning and groaning against your cunt.
“My Lord…” you moaned as you felt your high wash over you. At this moment you saw the way his hips were moving even more desperately as he came with you, moaning the name of the woman that seemed to have bewitched him.
“God I’m in love with you” he said after laying next to you, caressing softly your cheeks as you tried to come down from you high. “Let me marry you.”
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Published the 01/12/2022
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Snippet from Privacy- Chapter 18: Secrets
Ruby x Jaune
“So, how did this happen?” Blake asks, holding an arm across Yang’s neck to hold her back as the others gather around.
Secret room, alcohol, s*x, s*x, threeways, Weiss-
“We hung out one night while everyone else was busy, and just kinda hit it off.” I reply, being as vague as possible.
“6 months ago.” Yang growls quietly, shooting me a look.
Sighing, I step towards her and pull her boiling frame into a hug. She pauses in shock, before rolling her eyes and accepting the embrace.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it wasn’t personal. I just liked having a secret, nice thing that was mine. Keeping our relationship separate from everything else just… helped take my mind off things.” I explain softly, resting my chin on her shoulder.
We pull apart and Yang takes a deep breath, washing away her anger. And after a moment, she opens her eyes and smiles at me, and then him. But then her eyes narrow and she rocks to one side, crossing her arms with a look of suspicion.
“You two have just been holding hands, right?” She interrogates, looking Jaune up and down.
“Of course…” Jaune grits through his teeth, avoiding eye contact.
“Pft nup.” I laugh smugly, returning to his side and holding his arm, lacing my fingers through his.
“Ruby!” They both hiss at me.
“What? I’m an adult, I can do what I want.” I shrug with a smirk.
#ruby rose#romance#rwby#rwby fandom#rwby fanfiction#rwby lancaster#fanfiction#rwby jaune#rwby volume 7#ao3 fanfic#long fic#fandom#fluff#fanfic#funny#dating#smut#rwby smut#ruby x jaune#couple kissing#lancaster#weiss schnee#yang xiao long#rwby spoilers#ao3 writer#jaune arc#jaune x ruby#long reads#relationship#rooster teeth
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War Of The Roses Shorts!
Jaune was helping the children across the street and the children's mothers looked at Jaune with a smile and a slight expression of love. White rose who would be seeing that would approach and pick up jaune in bridal style and would look at the mothers who were confused by such an action.
Wr(WhiteRose): This ass is mine!!
Jaune: Hehe these are my wives.
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Jaune was running around holding two cups one being coffee and the other being a frappuccino.
Jaune(Mind): Damn it! I forgot the date I had with air because of that mission. She will probably yell at me. Well, at least I bought our favorite drinks.
Jaune was running until he would look ahead and see a portal that mixes the colors of ruby and weiss a little and entered without wanting to. He would fall to the ground in front of the fusion that was trained hers semblance.
Wr(WhiteRose): Jaune is everything ok?!
Jaune: Yep and I brought your frappucinno.
After a while the couple would be watching movies while having their drinks.
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This is how i think a fusion of ruby and weiss would go:
#rwby#jaune arc#weiss schnee#ruby rose#rwby shitpost#rwby fusion#rwby fluff#white knight#white rose#war of the roses#jaune x weiss x ruby#weiss x ruby#jaune x ruby#jaune x weiss#lancaster#weiss x jaune#ruby x jaune#ruby x weiss
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Triage
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word count: ~5k
Summary: Aftermath of Breach
A/N: Taking a slight break from angst
Warnings: recovery, mentions of anxiety and more anxiety, break ins, blood, injury, but some fluff!?
Yelena sighs heavily as she continues to tap her foot against the tile impatiently. She’d been charged with taking Boone and Rogue to the ER because everyone else was either busy cleaning the house, figuring out what happened, or taking care of you and Wanda. Honestly, she preferred this job because she felt like if she had to wait at the hospital to figure out what was going on with you, she’d just make herself sick from the stress.
She knew that you were probably worried about your dogs, and she wanted to make sure that she could say that they were taken care of. She thinks back to earlier when she’d brought the duo in and told the receptionist exactly what happened. She’d seemed shocked but Yelena had said it with a completely straight face. She’d simply claimed that the dogs had been hurt, maybe shot during a home invasion and they needed care. Both dogs had to be carried into the car and then the hospital. Rogue had perked up for a bit at the bright fluorescent lights and the unfamiliar environment, but even his anxiety wasn’t enough to keep him conscious.
Yelena had warned them about his anxiety and told the staff to do whatever they had to in order to treat them. Money wasn’t an issue.
That had been over an hour ago, and she’d been promised that she would get an update as soon as one was available. She was worried of course because these dogs were your children, and it would kill you to lose them. That said, Yelena figures you’d be proud of them for protecting the family. She guesses that the dogs bought both you and Wanda time to wake up and not be ambushed by the 5 people that had snuck into your house.
Yelena is about to release another sigh when the door across from her opens and she’s faced with someone in a white coat. The woman is tall and seems calm which she supposes is a good sign. She smiles slightly before she closes the door behind her and introduces herself.
“Dr. Lancaster, I’ve been taking care of your two boys.”
Yelena nods at this and sits up to offer her hand for the brunette to shake. She doesn’t realize how nervous she is until she feels the tension leave her once she’s given the good news.
“They’re both going to be fine. Boone’s surgery went well and Rogue only needed some sedation to stitch up what appeared to be a knife wound.”
Yelena frowns at this, but she nods before the doctor continues as she glances at the chart in her hands. Yelena feels as if it’s mostly for show and she’s not really reading anything at all, but that’s hardly important right now.
“I would like to keep them both here overnight to make sure that they don’t decompensate.”
That sounds like a good plan considering that they don’t have anywhere else to go. They could go home with her, but she may not be there long as her sister’s already texted her asking if she was free. She doesn’t mean to say all of this and she blames her nerves, but she thinks she makes up for any awkwardness fairly easily.
“That would be great. They don’t really have anywhere to go tonight with their parents in the hospital. Can they stay together?”
Yelena thinks that if Rogue wakes up and has his brother beside him, he won’t be so stressed. He hates new places and hospitals in particular, and if he wakes up alone, he might lose it.
After watching the doctor consider everything she’s said, the brunette eventually nods and offers Yelena a smile.
“We can manage that. We’ll call you in the morning with an update and to arrange a pick-up time.”
Yelena’s already standing up as her mind starts to wander to what she’ll find when she goes to the hospital to check on you and Wanda. According to Nat, Wanda had been stabbed while protecting Natalya, and you had been shot and stabbed trying to fight your way to your family. Yelena couldn’t wait to figure out who was responsible for this because she was going to enjoy shooting them all.
“Thank you.”
After paying the rest of the deposit, Yelena gets in her car to heads toward the hospital that you and Wanda were taken to. She should call her sister for an update on you, but she’s worried that if it’s bad news she won’t be in the right mindset to drive. She takes a deep breath before starting the car and sitting back and taking a few seconds before heading out of the lot. She glances back at the hospital behind her in her rearview mirror. She hopes that the dogs do well. She doesn’t want you to have to worry about them on top of everything else.
Since Wanda was the conscious one at the hospital, she’d gotten her arm taken care of quickly before finding out where you were going. You were still in surgery by the time she was finished up, so she had no choice but to wait impatiently as they finished taking care of you.
She had barely been told anything, and she was yet again frustrated by the fact that she no longer had an entire team of medical professionals at her fingertips.
She frowns as she thinks about this.
She is frustrated by a lot of things at the moment. Mostly she’s frustrated that this happened. That there was even an opportunity for this to happen to them. She isn’t sure who the other mobster even was. You didn’t exactly stop to ask before blowing his head off.
Wanda takes a deep breath as she considers what to do next. She has time to kill and as much as she wants to just wait until she can see you, she decides to get to work on figuring out what happened tonight. She figures that her friends are working on it, but she has a few calls of her own to make.
Rogue registers the odd smells before he realizes that he’s no longer home. The scent of disinfectant, blood, and other animals makes his eyes snap open. His vision is blurry, but the sight in front of him makes him tense immediately.
He can see someone sitting a little bit away at a desk that has a number of monitors on it. They’re wearing a stethoscope and holding a chart in their hands, but Rogue doesn’t know her and he’s automatically on edge. When he tries to sit up he realizes a couple of things. He’s got a cone around his neck and as he smacks it against the wall of his kennel, he realizes that he’s not alone. He starts thrashing around only to see that his brother is lying on the floor beside him. He’s also in a cone and Rogue releases a whine as he tries to figure out where he is.
The last thing he remembers is being at his house when all hell broke loose. Some strangers had broken in and he and his brother had tried to hold them off. He feels a dull pain in his stomach, but otherwise he’s feeling pleasantly numb. He stands and continues to whine until someone comes up to the door of his glass cage with a smile he can’t see.
“Hi buddy, are you feeling better?”
Rogue doesn’t do much other than sink down to the floor and whine again in confusion. When he smells the other dogs and few cats that are here, he realizes he must be in a hospital, but he doesn’t know why you’re at least not here. Whenever he’s been subjected to a vet hospital, you were always there to keep him company. He supposes it’s good to have his brother with him at least.
When the latch on the door opens, Rogue startles and nearly pulls out his IV as he tries to scramble to the back of the cage he’s in.
It’s less of a cage and more of a small room with concrete on all sides but the door, and a floor covered with a hard plastic grate that’s been covered with blankets and baby blue potty pads.
Rogue manages to step on his brother twice in his attempt to flee, and Boone yelps before his tail starts to hit the ground at the sight of a new person. He’s less scared than his brother, and he doesn’t even try to move as he lets the technician reach out and scratch his head. He’s also wearing a cone and despite not being happy about this, the drugs he’s on now make him less aware of the inconvenience.
“Hey Boone. I’m sorry you and your brother are here, but you looked super cute cuddling a few minutes ago.”
Boone just releases a whiny yawn as he accepts a few more head scratches. He doesn’t remember much more than his brother, but he’s just as eager to leave. He tries to sit up but he’s stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t realize he’s had major abdominal surgery, but the tech, Carrie, does and she knows he needs to rest. She just continues to pet the shepherd while watching Rogue out of the corner of her eye with a smile.
“It’s okay, bud. We’ll let you know when it’s time to go out. For now, try to rest. You won’t go home until tomorrow.”
If that.
Carrie’s not oblivious to the rumors spreading around the hospital. A local vet’s dogs had been brought in the middle of the night by a presumed family member. This was following a home invasion where certainly one of them got shot. It was a lot to take in, and this type of thing didn’t happen very often. Unfortunately, they saw cases of animal abuse where dogs or cats were injured by knives or guns, but nothing like this.
This story didn’t seem made up and a little research, or rather gossiping, told her how little was being made public. She didn’t really know what to think, but given that it wasn’t her business she didn’t think too much on it. She was just glad that the shepherds were good patients.
Rogue was very nervous and froze up whenever someone was near, but he wasn’t aggressive. He just tried to run away if he felt closed in. He took a lot of patience, but most of the time, he let her do his treatments as long as she went slowly and didn’t make any loud or sudden movements.
Boone was more amenable to treatments as long as he got pets in between. Sometimes he’d lick her hand or try to paw at her if he believes she’s taken too long to do something and he’s gotten bored. It was adorable and more than a little distracting. However, the fact that the doctor on call tonight was Dr. Lancaster was enough to keep Carrie on her toes.
She’d always been slightly intimidated by the older woman. She was no nonsense and knew her shit better than anyone else that worked here. That said, she never acted full of herself, and she never lost her patience with anyone. Despite the difficult job and the long, long hours they sometimes worked, she seemed to have limitless energy. The brunette managed to keep going all day long on just one cup of coffee.
Carrie didn’t understand it, she had a cup nearby at all times at the nursing station, and if it was empty she’d be counting down the minutes until she had a break to get another.
Although it probably shouldn’t have, Dr. Lancaster's arrival to the ICU almost half an hour later surprised her. Carrie had finished with the other inpatients on her side of the ward, there were only two more tonight which was a blessing in several ways, so she was keeping the shepherds company.
Most everyone else was sleeping, so Carrie decided to try and gain Rogue’s trust. It wasn’t an easy task, but she was using one of his favorite treats, at least here, to try and tempt him closer to her. Not even all of him, she just wanted him to poke his head and cone out of his run.
This task was made a little more difficult when she had to keep Boone from stealing his brother’s treat by offering him one of his own. She couldn’t feed them too much just in case they had to go under again, but even the miniscule amount of fake cheese on a stick was worth seeing Rogue cautiously peek out around his four walls.
“Good boy, Rogue. Come on, it’s okay.”
Carrie smiled as she held the tongue depressor covered in cheese in front of Rogue’s nose while keeping Boone with his nose nearly to the ground as he ate his own snack.
She didn’t realize she had an audience until she finally succeeded and Rogue took the offered treat with a tentative lick. He wasn’t nearly as aggressive with it as his brother, but she let him eat at his own pace as she risked taking away Boone’s now barren tongue depressor to try and pet Rogue.
He flinched which broke Carrie’s heart, and he stopped eating for a split second before he relaxed and let her touch him. She smiled as she scratched his ear and he finished his cheese before turning to lick her hand with a whine.
It was Rogue’s attention turning to something behind her that clued her in that she had company. When she turned and saw who was watching her, she had to tamp down the urge to apologize for doing something wrong. She was just spoiling their patients a little bit. No one was being neglected.
When the shepherds’ doctor just smiled at her she nearly sighed in relief, watching as she took slow steps toward her.
“Look at that. He’s warming up to you.”
Rachel stopped in her tracks when she saw Rogue stiffen and try to slink back into his run. She didn’t want to scare him off and ruin the progress Carrie had made, so she backtracks and sits in the unoccupied seat with a sigh.
She’s exhausted but it’s barely 4am and she has another 4 hours until she can even think about going home. She usually loves her job, but tonight had been difficult for her. She’s just glad that they aren’t overwhelmed with patients like they sometimes are during this time of year.
The two cats that are here are recovering from lily toxicity and a few dogs on the other side of the room either have broken bones or a new pacemaker to get used to. She lets her gaze wander to the ECG monitor in the corner that showed everyone who was hooked up. Since nothing looked abnormal, she turns her attention back to the trio in front of her with a small smile.
She had acknowledged what the woman who dropped off Rogue said. She shared it with her staff too. She always felt it was important for her staff to know the temperament of their patients. That said, when she was warned that he could be anxious, she had no idea just how terrified the shepherd was going to be. She was grateful that she’d remembered the blonde saying that he’d do better with his brother nearby.
“You probably heard him wake up from sedation. I thought he was dysphoric, but he just started to panic.”
Both Carrie and Rachel frown at the thought of what had happened immediately following Rogue waking up from his brief procedure. They’d waited until Boone was out of surgery and in a recovery kennel before waking up Rogue. They wanted to deal with him as little as possible if he was going to be difficult to manage, but he’d woken up on his own eventually. He’d nearly jumped to his feet and started screaming and then trying to flee when he saw he was surrounded by strangers. To be fair, he still could have been a little loopy on his drugs, so he may as well have been seeing purple elephants. It wasn’t until someone thought to try something other than holding him at arm’s length or drawing up more sedation that he calmed down a little.
“He just wanted to see his brother.”
Carrie says this because she remembers rushing into the recovery room off the OR to find Rogue only seconds away from being sedated again. He’d woken up Boone and the other shepherd had howled so loudly she’d nearly jumped in surprise.
“Rogue ran so fast toward him, I thought he was going to mow him down”
It had been a bittersweet sight because as heartwarming as it was, it just reminded them of how scared Rogue must have been. He had jumped into the kennel next to his brother, hid behind him and tried to make himself as small as possible. They hadn’t even bothered trying to put on his cone for another hour.
Whenever they walked the dogs outside, Rogue wouldn’t go too far from his brother. Boone didn’t seem to mind their situation as much, but he offered his brother comfort whenever the other shepherd would whine and nudge at him with his nose. Carrie actually had a picture of them sleeping side by side, Rogue with his face practically in his brother’s cone.
Her mind wanders to what supposedly happened to him tonight, or rather this morning, and she can’t help but ask. She blames her lack of caffeine and the fact that Dr. Lancaster has never been mean to someone as her reason for asking. She realizes that she probably should have just left it alone, but she’s glad that she doesn’t get scolded for her curiosity.
“Do you…what do you think happened to them Dr. Lancaster?”
The brunette in question doesn’t answer immediately because although she had hours to think about it, she still wasn’t sure. She wanted to believe that these dogs had been injured protecting their property and their family, but she honestly couldn’t be sure. She couldn’t get a good read on the woman who had dropped them off. She’d seemed worried, yet distracted which could have been for several reasons. For one it could have been because she was trying to figure out how to deal with the aftermath of a home invasion, or she was trying not to worry about getting in trouble.
She honestly wasn’t sure what to think about the fact that she’d dug a bullet out of one dog and closed up a large knife wound in the other. She wanted to be around for when they released the duo. She was hoping to see how the dogs reacted to whoever picked them up. Maybe that would convince her one way or another.
If she suspected animal abuse, she was obligated to report it to the police. That said, she really hoped that wasn’t the case.
She glanced back at Rogue and realized that the fact that he was such a fearful dog didn’t really instill her with a lot of confidence.
Eventually she looked back to Carrie who was seriously regretting her question.
“You mean, do I believe what everyone is saying happened?”
Carrie looks away briefly but eventually she nods before muttering a quiet ‘yeah.’
Rachel just shakes her head before glancing at the clock again. Only 4:05am.
“I honestly don’t know.”
The incessant beeping of your monitors was both comforting and driving Wanda crazy. She had been sitting in your room following your surgery for nearly 3 hours, but she couldn’t help but be restless. Despite figuring out how everything regarding last night was going to be handled, she wanted you to wake up.
She’d been told that you were in the clear, and she was thrilled to hear this but at the same time she was devastated that this had happened. She hates that you had gotten so hurt that you’d been in surgery for hours and probably wouldn’t wake up for the rest of the day. She felt guilty for not being able to help you last night, and guiltier still that she had one small wound compared to your two major ones and then several smaller ones.
She also hates that she’d agreed to let Natasha keep little Nat for the day while she waited for you to wake up. Despite the fact you were going to have to stay in the hospital for a while, she didn’t want to wait to go back home and see her daughter. That said, she wasn’t going back home until you were with her, and you could both be with your daughter.
She looks up at the sound of footsteps and she has to remind herself that it’s almost lunch time.
“Hey, I brought you something to eat before we go.”
Yelena was never one to beat around the bush, but for once Wanda was too tired to be confused by it. She accepted the food given to her, and she started eating before she bothered to ask Yelena where they were headed.
“Thanks. Where are we going?”
Wanda had already been told that you weren’t going to wake up any time soon, so she tries not to feel guilty about leaving you for an hour or so with Steve and Bucky. She hadn’t forgotten about her dogs, but it hadn’t even occurred to her to ask how long it would be until they could come home. Apparently they weren’t going to. They were going to stay with Bucky and Steve until you were out of the hospital. Natasha had offered to take them, but after hearing how injured they were, she realized that taking care of them and Natalya would be too much.
So the dogs were going to get to spend time with their uncles.
Rachel had broken her rule of no more than 1 cup of coffee in 12 hours by the time discharge for the shepherds arrived. She’d been here much longer than normal, but she wanted to be present for this. If she had to stay longer to submit a report to the police, she wanted to be sure of her decision.
Wanda was too nervous to go inside with Yelena, so she just sat in the car and kept watch as she waited for the trio to come outside. She figured the doctor would go over instructions first so it might be a bit, but Wanda tried to be patient as she thought about how much time she could spend away from you. She wanted to be with you and her dogs, but she was certain they wouldn’t be allowed at the hospital. Certainly they were exhausted and deserved a nice break after all they’d done last night.
She was still extremely grateful that they had both made it.
The sight of Yelena standing at the front desk with her two coned dogs and someone who must be a doctor makes her sit up straight. She watches as their tails wag and she can’t help but get out of the car and wait for them. She knows she probably shouldn’t get any closer, but even standing at the edge of the parking lot seems too far away. She watches Yelena turn around when Rogue barks at her, and she smiles widely when the blonde waves goodbye to the staff before heading out the door.
Rogue’s panting in excitement and wagging his tail so hard it hurts where it slaps Yelena’s leg. She unintentionally drops his leash as the shepherd races toward his mom with a series of high-pitched whines. Wanda can’t stop her eyes from tearing up as she kneels down to catch Rogue and then pet Boone who comes to stick his coned nose in her face.
“Hi boys. I missed you. Yes, I know, Rogue, I love you too, my good boy.”
Wanda just lets Rogue lick her and try to climb into her lap in greeting. She’s glad to see that he’s feeling better, and she honestly can’t even tell where he’s hurt from where she’s almost sitting on the ground. She manages to catch a glance at Boone’s shaved stomach and she wonders what kind of surgery he had. She supposes she’ll ask later, but for now she just wants to enjoy her beloved dogs’ presence.
“Are you ready to go home? You’re going to spend some time with Steve and Bucky. How does that sound?”
Rogue jumps to his feet, but he doesn’t go far as he leans into Wanda and pants excitedly. Wanda finds it a little difficult to stand up given that Rogue is insistent on not being out of contact for a second. He nearly knocks her over and Yelena has to grab her hand to help her stand when Boone and Rogue both try to smother her. She can’t help but laugh as she reaches down to pet the duo one more time before she takes Rogue’s leash and leads him to the car.
“Let’s go home.”
As Rachel watches Rogue nearly take off the blonde’s arm to race toward the redhead that’s waiting just off the sidewalk, she realizes this must be one of his moms. Despite how he’d warmed up to Carrie earlier, this is another thing entirely, and she’s glad to see how enthusiastically he greets the other woman. She watches as Rogue licks her face and paws at her legs before her sunglasses are sent flying onto the sidewalk. She doesn’t seem to care, but it does give Rachel time to realize that she’s crying. She looks so happy to be reunited with her dogs, and it’s moments like this that remind her of why she chose her job.
She wonders why the redhead hadn’t come in with the other woman. Seeing how happy the dogs are too see her, it seems odd. However, later, when she’s packing up her things to go home hours into her day off, she realizes that the woman looked vaguely familiar.
It bothered her the whole way home, but after putting a little more thought into the apparently true circumstances of how the shepherds arrived at her hospital, she can’t help but wonder if she was right.
She would have never admitted it, but a couple of years ago she’d gotten way too into true crime. She had listened to the classic podcasts, the most popular ones, and then some more esoteric ones that related to their city specifically. She’d learned about the massive gang presence in the city and how it was mostly controlled by two people. At least it had been up until recently.
Something had changed and her favorite podcaster had speculated wildly, but no one knew for sure why Wanda Maximoff had left the business.
Despite being 90% sure that the redhead she’d seen earlier had been her, there was no chance in hell that Rachel would have dared to ask her. She hadn’t even realized it until she listened to one of the old podcasts again, but after the realization had hit her, she’d spent nearly an hour searching the web to try and find a recognizable picture of her.
The one she found was rather grainy and sad looking, but it was enough to confirm her suspicions.
Wanda Maximoff was Rogue and Boone’s mom, and she now had no doubt that they truly had been injured during some sort of attack. She had no idea what to do with this information. She was certain that no one else noticed during the 3 seconds that Wanda wasn’t wearing her sunglasses.
Honestly the best thing to do would be to forget about the whole ordeal. She supposed after the night she’d just had, she’d try to do just that. She stands up and heads to her kitchen because she’s certain that she’ll need a drink to accomplish this.
When you finally come home three days later, you can’t be bothered to be embarrassed by crying at the sight that greets you.
Wanda is sleeping on the couch with Natalya in her arms and both of her dogs sleeping on either side of her. Both of them are in their cones and Boone’s practically hairless on his stomach, but you don’t care about any of that. All you can bring yourself to think about as you more or less limp toward your sleeping family is how grateful you are to still have them in your life. You’d had nightmares only every night since the break in and you worried every time you woke up that someone hadn’t made it. You’d been too relieved for your friends comfort to know that you were the worst off of the group. That was fine with you.
When you finally reach the couch, you smile at the sight of your dogs stirring. Well Rogue was just shifting to get more comfortable beside his mom, but Boone was actually waking up. When he sees you he’s nearly on his feet. You smile at him as he sits up quickly and tries to jump off the couch, but you stop him as he startles Wanda awake who quickly grabs hold of Natalya who of course is still asleep.
She looks to her friends first, everyone who would be hanging out for a few days. She should feel embarrassed by her desire to not be alone for a bit, but she couldn’t help it. The first night in the house with just the dogs and Natalya had been too much and she’d called Natasha and asked her to stay over. She’d brought her sister and of course Bucky and Steve had shown up only a little bit later.
It was nice to be around her family, and she had a sneaking suspicion that Pietro would show up at some point too, but for now she was happy. She had you back and they were all going to be fine.
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