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gavisfanta · 8 months

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Hello :) could you do a story where Fermin come home from practice and he is clingy/ can’t stop kissing the reader ? Please :)

THOUSAND TIMES - FERMIN

summary: fermin comes home from practice and you see his soft side again

warnings: none

a/n: shorter story but its cutee

Fermin was at practice, the house was empty and you missed his touch.

Not in a sexual way, quite the opposite.

The two of you have only been dating for a short time so you're still very "lovey dovey" as Gavi likes to call it.

You always laughed at him, however, he was right somehow.

The beginning of relationships are always very affectionate and shy, then you grow closer and get a bit more comfortable around eachother.

Even tho Gavi has never been in a relationship before, he somehow gives the best advice about love and relationships.

Fermin and you can thank Gavi your whole relationship, he was the one who interduced you to eachother.

Gavis and your family have known eachother for years and of course every week there was a party at one's house.

Usually it was theirs, Gavi and you were close immediately, since you two went to school together it was easy for you two to get along.

As Gavi got older he started playing football more intensively. The two families often met up to go and watch Gavi's game where you saw Fermin for the first time.

On the field however he looked very scary to you, might had to do something with the age difference between you two.

Two years now isn't much, but it used to be back then. So whenever Gavi was hanging out with Fermin, you stuck with Aurora, playing with her.

After a few years, when you and Gavi were both 18, he decided to interduce you two, he felt like you and Fermin would get along well because your personalities were quite similar.

Gavi wasn't exactly wrong but the things between you and Fermin didn't work out at first. Provoking, pushing and fighting were the perfect words to describe your 'friendship' with Fermin.

The day that changed whatever was going on between the two of you was a party you three went on.

Let's just say the night ended with you being in Fermins bed with hickeys all over your body and no clothes on.

Then the day after the party was rather awkward than comforting, because of what was supposed to be a one night stand between friends turned into much more.

Gavi couldn't stop laughing as soon as he found out that his childhood bestfriend had hooked up with his other childhood bestfriend.

For the two of you it was pure horror, Gavi made you two hang out the entire time and after some while you discovered that you had feelings for him.

Now you were standing there, waiting for him to come home from practice.

To your surprise in that seconds as you thought about him the front door opened.

"Amor I'm home." Fermins voice echoed throught the house as the door closed shut.

"Finally" You said and walked over to him and hugged him. Fermin wrapped his hands arpund your lower waist and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"I missed you." His warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. Wrapping your arms tighter around his neck he smiled a bit.

"Let's go and lie down. I'm so tired." He mumbled and you couldn't help but smile at his soft voice, he was always so sensitive after practice and you loved when he wasn't so cocky.

Although you found him so hot when he was cocky it was good to see Fermins other side for an evening.

So as you and Fermin walked up to your bedroom he followed behind you, he couldn't leave his hands off of you andas you fell onto the bed he hid his face in the crook of his neck and started planti g sloppy kisses on your neck again.

He pulled down your black shirt a bit so that he could kiss your collar bone.

You giggled as he started sucking on your sweet spot while you started scratching his back with your acrylics.

He moaned against your neck and you couldn't help but smile while you pulled up his shirt so that you could scratch his bare back.

"I love you Y/n, did I ever tell you that?" He mumbled as he pushed himself over you and put his head on your chest.

"A couple of times." You smiled as you watched the soft side of Fermin being all clingy with you.

"It seems like not enough." Fermin said and stood on all fours over you, then he grabbed your waist and pulled you further down on the bed. You just watched his face as he then dived into your neck and took his hands to tickle your stomach.

"Fer- stop-" You laughed as he kissed your neck and you couldn't stop laughing.

Then after like 5 minutes of you just laughing and him admiring the way you moved and the way your eyes looked he finally stopped.

You breathed heavily and Fermin then leaned down to kiss you on the lips. You melted into him as you finally relaxed after being so tensed up from laughing all the time.

Fermin hummed as you ran your hand through his hair while his lips were still on yours. Then he pulled away and you looked into his eyes. Those brown eyes you could get lost in for years.

"I love you and I'll tell you a thousand more times if i need to."

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elisysd · 1 year

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5. They say it's bad karma being such a heartbreaker

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Bad karma - Miley Cyrus

It took a few days for Ethan to think everything through. He finally came to term with the idea that Julia would be the perfect match. The only problem he got was that he knew she would never accept it. There was no universe in which she could be okay with fake dating him. He needed a leverage, a way to get her to accept. He thought about it a lot until the answer struck him when he was under the shower. Julia had always had one dream in her life, one thing she would never shut up about. He remembered very clearly how she always wanted to work for Ferrari and how she would be ready to do anything to have the opportunity to work alongside her dad.

Ferrari showed signs of struggle since the beginning of the season with both cars barely managing to be in the points. Martin only managed to be on the podium last time after some incidents during the race. It had more to do with luck anda talented driver than with the car. And Ethan knew Lamborghini was far, far ahead of everyone. They once again, managed to make a car faster than the competition. Maybe, just maybe, if he could find a way to catch some information on how they achieved that he could inform Julia? Maybe that could be it. But as much as Ethan was appreciated and was somehow part of Lamborghini, he didn’t have access to the garage like actual members of the team had.

That’s how, one afternoon, he gathered his best friends to expose them his plan.

“That’s a disaster waiting to happen.” said Kyle.

“I think it’s actually pure genius.” stated Ludwig.

“Not only it’s cheating, but we are the current Constructor World Champion and I won last year. Imagine what a scandal it would be if someone happened to learn that we snitched and gave info to our biggest rival? That we might help them to make a car that could fight with us and imagine if because of that we lose the titles. We would lose everything. Our seats, our reputation, our heads because there would be no way in hell that we would get out of Christian’s office alive.” tried to explain Kyle.

“Well, that would force Lamborghini to work on efficient upgrades. I didn’t think that you would be afraid of a little competition, Kyle.” told them calmly Ethan.

“Man, we can’t let Ethan down… We promised each other to always be there for one another, that it would be us against the world, that we would all be in F1 or not at all. He needs us. We can’t give up on him.”

“There must be another way. One that doesn’t involve cheating.” argued Kyle.

“Maybe, but I’m running out of time.”

“Kyle, you wouldn’t be in F1 if it was not for Ethan’s dad. He helped you when you needed help the most. He supported your career because he believed in you and because you were friend with his son. You can’t do that to Ethan, you can’t let him down when now he needs you too.”

Ethan could see the wheels in Kyle’s head turning full speed. Finally they agreed and Ethan let out a relieved sigh.

They had to act fast. As soon as they landed in Jeddah, the last race before a one week break, Kyle and Ludwig managed to pretend that they were very interested in their cars development, and that they would love to be in the paddock earlier than everyone to talk to the mechanics and engineers that were already there . It took a few more or less morally questionable decisions, including Kyle flirting with one of the engineers while Ludwig managed to snap pictures of her notes, but they had done it. Ethan had now a all the information, securely saved on a USB drive. He just needed to get Julia alone before the race.

The young Leclerc was busy since her arrival in the paddock with back and forth meetings and discussions with mechanics. She was working with the team based in Warsaw on the first big upgrade for the Skoda. Hopefully it would help with the aerodynamics that was for now the main focus. It was not her decision, she thought that making sure that the engine was reliable was their biggest issue but apparently she was the only one to think that, senior engineer had looked at her with disdain in their eyes when she had dared raise her voice to suggest it to the team. She was frustrated and didn’t notice Ludwig hanging around her, too busy with her notes.

It was late in the evening, as the sun was setting and her last meeting of the day was finally over, when the biggest scare of her life happened. She was texting Romy, asking her friend if she was up for a movie night when she felt a hand covering her mouth and an arm snaking around her waist to pull her into a corner. She tried kicking her kidnapper and biting his hand but he was way stronger than her. When finally he dragged her far enough from the main pathway he released her and turned her around. As soon as Julia recognised Ethan, the slap went out by itself and echoed through the night.

“Fuck Julia! That hurts!”

“You creep! What is wrong with you? You scared the shit out of me!”

“Please calm down, I don’t want anyone to hear us.” he tried to shush her.

“Couldn’t you be normal and just asked me if you could see me?” she angrily whispered.

“Would you have followed me if I had asked you nicely?”

“Of course not!” she replied.

“Then you understand why I had to go out of my way.”

She snorted.

“I need your help.” he blurted out.

“My help? Why?”

Ethan proceeded to quickly tell her about what the team was asking from him after the scandal blew up and how a PR relationship was their idea. He told her that he didn’t want a total stranger to be involved in the shit show that it would turn into and why he thought she would be perfect for it. She took a little time before laughing. She laughed until tears could be seen in her eyes. When she finally calmed down she looked at him.

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

She shook her head and started to make her way back on the main pathway before Ethan grabbed her arm and forced her to stay a little while longer with him.

“Why would I agree? We hate each other.” she stated.

“Exactly! Think about it! It’s pure genius! I know there is no way in hell that you would fall in love with me.”

“And what is in there for me, hum? Because I can see how that benefits you, but me? I don’t see the point.”

“Well you would get some bits of the attention I’m getting. Think of your followers, Leclerc! You would get all the benefits of being a wag without being one.”

“Oh god, you really don’t know me, even a little bit, if you think that it’s something that interests me.” she rolled her eyes and attempted to leave once again.

“Okay. Fine. So maybe you’ll be more interested by that: Ferrari is struggling this season with their car. And you know who isn’t? Lambo.

He pulled out of her pocket the USB drive and shook it in front of her eyes.

“See that? There are all Lamborghini's manufacturing plans, inside. Well… some part of them, as well as pictures of the car. From the sides, the back and most importantly, the car floor. Valuable information, Julia. You know that better than me. You agree? They are yours. Surely, you would know what to do with them. You could manage to help Ferrari and looked like their saviour. Your dad would be proud. No doubt you would get a position in the team. That’s what you want, right? What you’ve always dreamed of?”

“That’s called cheating.” she said.

“Do I care? I’m ready to do anything to keep my seat. Anything Julia.” he was deadly serious.

“You would betray your dream team?”

“It will not be my dream team anymore if I loose my seat.”

She looked at the drive, still hanging in front of her. It was a tempting offer.

“If I have to work with my dad one day, it will be because I deserve it, not because it is based on a lie.” she finally told him before she made her way to leave.

“If someone can understand how much being in F1 means for me, it’s you Julia.”

She turned towards him.

“I’m sorry Ethan, for what is happening to you. Really. Maybe you don’t deserve it, but maybe it’s also your karma for all the times you’ve been an ass to people.”

“I won’t stop asking until you said yes. Just so you know. I’m persistent.”

She shrugged, not believing him in the slightest. It was okay, for Ethan, maybe today was not successful, but he loved a good challenge and not once had he ever backed down from it.

And indeed, Ethan spent all of his free time between Tuesday and Wednesday, cornering Julia every chances he got. And he had a lot of free time. To her big displeasure he even managed, thanks to Ludwig, to get her phone number. She tried to block him, of course when his texts and calls were being too much but she underestimated him. If he couldn’t annoy her through his phone, he would borrow someone else’s phone.

In the afternoon, she even surprised him lurking near her garage, looking for her and that was the last straw.

“Ethan Verstappen, I swear that if you don’t leave me alone I will get a restraining order against you!”

“You, Leclercs, have a real thing with restraining orders. That’s concerning.”

“Go away!”

“Say yes!”

“No! I would rather die!” she argued.

“Well, that wouldn’t help my case.”

“I don’t care. Let me work and get out of my way!”

“I will when you’ll say yes.”

“No!”

“Joolsie, come on!”

On Wednesday night, she really needed to unwind. She needed to forget about her work and how stupid sometimes people made her feel. She needed to forget how she missed her mom and Louis and how she wished that she could just crawl into her mother’s arms and let her play with her hair like when she was a little girl. But most of all, she needed to forget about Ethan and his stupid plan. So that’s how she found herself dancing under bright neon lights, a cocktail in her hand and laughing with Romy who had invited Kyle to join them. They seemed close, and Julia started to wonder if there was something other than just friendship between them. Not that she would ask her friend, she always had been closed off about her relationships.

That was something they both had in common. Both her and Julia were never ones for long-term and committed relationships. They were both focused on their careers and didn’t have the time, nor did they have the will to invest the little time off they had in someone. Julia much preferred one-night stands and casual flings to serious relationships. It was easier this way. No need to question if the guy was there because of who her dad was or if he was there for her. Less risks to end up with a broken heart.

She could feel herself spiralling. One cocktail turned into two, then three, then four and soon it was not her thoughts anymore that were spiralling, the whole room was too. Romy was seeing her friend drinking her body weight in alcohol and it worried her. It was not Julia. She looked at Kyle who shrugged, not knowing what to do.

“Maybe we should call her dad?” he said, unsure.

“Absolutely not! It would create a big drama and Julia doesn’t need that.”

“Okay… I might have an idea that you won’t like but what about Ethan. You and I don’t have access to the hotel, Ethan is the only one that we know has it and we can trust with her.”

“She is going to kill us.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“If she asks me, I’m going to deny everything and say it was your idea.”

With a lot of convincing and after ignoring most of her whinings, Romy and Kyle managed to get her to a corner of the night club, isolated from the rest of the crowd. She was completely drunk and as soon as Kyle went away to call Ethan for help she started to complain.

“Why do you hang out with him?” she groaned.

“With Kyle? We are friends.”

“He is Ethan’s friend. You are my friend. You can’t hang out with my enemy’s friend.”

“Ethan is not you enemy, Julia. Stop being dramatic.”

Julia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms against her chest.

“He is a fucking asshole, Romy. Like, you don’t even know how many times I imagined ripping that smug smile off of his face. It’s like every time I see him a new murdering idea comes to me. I hate everything about him, his punchable face, the way he acts around people as if he though he was better than them, how he treats women as if they were just pawns for him to use, how stupid he makes me feel. And then he dares to come to me and ask for my help? Like, excuse me. And he acts surprised when I said, no. Who does he think he is?

She was so caught in bad mouthing Ethan that she didn’t notice Romy’s gaze locked on Kyle and a certain someone that were coming towards them.

“Jul’ you might want to take a look behind you…” she quickly told her friend who ignored her.

“Hi Julia. I think it’s time for you to go home.” said Ethan, a playful smile on his lips.

Julia slowly turned in his direction and eyes him up and down with disdain.

“You’re not my dad. I can do whatever the hell I want? Just fuck off Ethan.”

“Speaking of daddy, yours would literally kill me if I was letting you go home on your own like that. No offense, Schumy but you’re not better. ”

“I’m not as drunk.”

“You are drunk but at least you have Kyle to take care of you.”

“I’m not going home with you.” stated Julia.

“Julia don’t make it harder than it needs to be. Don’t force me to carry you.”

“I’m not forcing you to do anything! I can take care of myself, I’m a strong and independent woman who doesn’t need anyone! Especially not a little prick like you.”

She could barely stand on her own. Ethan looked at her with a half smile and watched her trying to make her way to the exit of the club. She was in not state to achieve that on her own. In a few steps he was beside her and without letting her the time to react he just scooped her of her feet and carried her like she was a vulgar sack of potatoes.

“Ethan!! Let me down!” She said while trying to kick him.

“Stay still. You don’t want anyone to have a glimpse at your ass. That would make a great headline though but daddy wouldn’t be too happy about it.”

As he was saying that, he tried to pull down the far too little and far too tight black dress, in order to avoid Julia public shame. He could feel her trying to get out of his grip. That’s when he felt a sting on his right shoulder.

“Julia? Did you just bite me? Again? I’m really going to start to think that you are into that kind of stuff.”

With a lot patience and difficulty, Ethan finally managed to put Julia in his car, almost unscathed. He was sure he would have the bite mark on his shoulder next morning and would not be surprised to see appearing scratches on his back. It would not be the first time that something like that would happen to him, though it would in these conditions. He would just have to avoid showing his bare back in a near future. He took place behind the wheel of his Maserati and looked to the girl next to him. Her brown hair were falling like a curtain, hiding her face from him.

“This is not you, Joolsie.” he ended up breaking the silence.

“You don’t know me.”

“That’s not true. We grew up together, I think I’m probably one of the person that knows you best. And I know that going out in a club, drinking yourself to oblivion, that’s not you.”

“That’s your fault. Why did you have to show me that USB drive? Why did you have to tempt me like that and why did you have to act like a fucking stalker these past few days?” she angrily said.

Ethan ignored her and proceeded to drivr her back to the hotel. He had never seen her so vulnerable before. He knew what he was about to do, he knew that he shouldn’t and just leave her alone, that it was wrong, but if he could manage to get her to agree to his plan, if there was a slightest chance, he wouldn’t miss out on the opportunity.

“Why were you so tempted?” he asked.

“It would be so easy to show my dad that I have what it takes to work with him… I know it’s cheating and I know that I could actually prove him in the long run, but getting to work on upgrades knowing Lamborghini’s manufacturing secrets… It would go faster. I would prove him that I’m good faster.”

“So it’s really important for you to work with Charles, then.”

“I want to make him proud. I want to hear him say my name in interviews and say that it’s thanks to me that Ferrari has a winning car. I want him to say to other people ‘hey look that’s my daughter.’.”

“He is already proud of you. You are his princess. You’ve always been.”

“Well he shouldn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

He saw her gulped and looked at her hands, playing with a red bracelet that she was never getting rid of.

“If he knew some stuff, he would love me a lot less.”

The atmosphere shifted in the car and Ethan knew that whatever she was about to say was something not a lot of people knew about. Carefully he slipped his phone out of his jacket and started a recording. It could always come in handy.

“There was a point in my life when I really hated him. I couldn’t stand being associated to him. I was always Julia Leclerc or Charles Leclerc’s daughter or the F1 world champion’s daughter. Never Julia. Never me. People didn’t care about me. People still don’t care about me. It was always my dad first, and me after. From everyone, classmates to teachers to so called friends and even classmates’ parents. I didn’t know who I was beside being his daughter. And I hated him for that. I never told him. I preferred to pretend that everything was fine when it really wasn’t. So when I started college, I decided to change my last name to take my mom’s. Michel is very common and no one would recognise me. My mom helped me with all the administrative stuff. We went behind my dad’s back, we never told him antyhing and he never suspected anything as well. I still feel so bad about that, so I guess, working with him being near him… It would feel like redeeming myself. Trying to make peace with that part of my life.”

And when she stopped, Ethan knew he had a bomb on his phone and one he wished he would never have.

The ride back to the hotel was completely silent after Julia’s revelations. He did his best helping her in the corridors and to make sure she would get back to her room in one piece. As he watched her fumble with her bag, he knew what was about to happen before she opened her mouth.

“Shit… I lost my keys.” she sighed.

“If you wanted to sleep in my bed so bad you only had to ask, Joolsie. No need to pretend that you lost them.”

“I’m going to call Romy.”

“You and I both know she didn’t get home alone. Bad idea to call.”

“I can’t sleep in the corridor…” she sighed softly banging her head against the wall.

Ethan tried to weigh his options before giving up.

“Come on, let’s go to mine.”

To his surprise, she didn’t argue. In the comfort of his room, she let herself plop on the sofa and cuddle a cushion. Ethan sat next to her, bringing her an extra blanket.

“You will at least give me your bed, right?”

“No. I need my back in one piece tomorrow. Don’t worry the sofa seems nice.”

“You are an asshole.” she grumbled.

“Yeah, we established that before.”

Still, he tried to put the blanket on her so she would be warm. He could see her drifting in and off to sleep. It was now or never.

“So… you know, about what you said to me in the car? I can help with all of that, you just have to say yes. And I promise, I’ll try to be a nice boyfriend so your dad will brag about me and how I make his daughter so happy.”

“Well, that’s something he would like, to see me doing normal 23 years old stuff…”

“Say yes Julia and you have all the keys to your dad’s happiness right in the palm of your hand.”

She hesitated, biting her lips.

“I’m going to regret it in the morning but, fine. Okay. I’ll do it.”

“Pinky promise? You can’t back down on one.”

“Pinky promise.” she repeated.

She woke up next morning with a big headache and her back hurting. She was hungover. It took some time for her to remember what happened last night. She remembered the clubbing part and Ethan being there but didn’t know where she was. It was looking like her hotel room but it was not. And that’s when Ethan got out of the bathroom, his blond hair stil damp from his shower.

“Well, good morning fake girlfriend!”

“It’s a no. I already told you so.”

“Well you accepted yesterday and you even pinky promised. So you are trapped with me!”

“I don’t believe you!”

“Well good thing I thought about recording you!”

He replayed her their conversation and the more Julia was hearing it, the more she wanted to hide. Shame turned soon into anger.

“I was drunk! You can’t hold drunken confessions against me!”

“You said yes!”

“I wasn’t in the right state of mind! I wasn’t in any way, shape or form able to give my consent in a clear way!”

“You also said a lot of interesting things about your dad, things that would make him really sad to know…”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I don’t want to have to use them, Julia. I really don’t want that.”

He could see the doubt in her mind and he decided to let her listen to the conversation in his his car. He could see her face turned pale and he almost regreted it.

“Delete that.” she said seriously. “I’ve never begged you Ethan but I’m doing it now, don’t do that. It will break his heart. I’ll pretend to date you but please delete that.”

He nodded and give her his phone so she could do that by herself.

“So we will do it? For real?” he asked.

“Well, I guess… You won’t leave me alone anyway.”

“In that case, a promise is a promise.”

He went to his night table and pulled out the enveloppe with the USB drive in it before giving her to Julia. She took the drive out and looked at it.

“Let’s do it, Verstappen.”

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fanficshiddles · 3 years

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What Can I Do?, One Shot

Thank you for the prompt: anda-the-valkyrie submitted: Hi! I was wondering how Loki would care for the reader during that time of the month? I'm on my own shark week at the moment and could use some fluff.

Loki frowned when you came home from work early one afternoon.

‘Darling?’ He called to you when you went straight to the bathroom. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asked when you shut the door.

‘I’m ok…’ You half groaned. ‘I just… Time of the month. It’s really bad, had to leave work.’ You called back through.

‘What can I do?’ He asked straight away.

‘Would you… would you mind getting me a fresh pair of knickers from the drawer?’ You called through sheepishly.

A tampon and pad didn’t keep the blood in check in the time it took you to get home unfortunately.

Loki rushed to your bedroom and was back at the bathroom door in a second. You asked him to just throw them in. But he begged to come in to help.

‘It’s all gross and I’m messy.’ You whined.

‘Love, you can’t be in more of a mess than I’ve had you in before.’ He growled seductively, making you laugh.

He really could get you into some right messes. He loved to see you covered in his cum, covered in sweat too from rigorous sex, afterwards you always needed a bath or shower, and there was that time you had both played around with melted chocolate, that had been… interesting.

Loki didn’t wait for an answer before he came into the bathroom. You tried hiding your knickers as you sat on the toilet, but Loki saw the mess and didn’t even flinch.

‘Oh sweetheart, are you sore?’ He asked softly as he waved his hand over your messy knickers and had them go straight into the wash, along with your jeans that had some bits of blood on the inside too.

‘Really sore.’ You whimpered, clutching your stomach. ‘Can you… Can you pass me one of the period pants, they’re in the cupboard under the sink?’ You were planning to use a tampon, period pants and a normal pad on your knickers too for extra protection, this was such a heavy flow. You hadn’t had one like it in a long time, but then you knew it was probably because you’d just come off the pill to allow your body a break.

Loki put your clean knickers down at the side and fetched what you asked for. But then he had a different idea when he saw some blood stained on your inner thighs too.

‘Never mind them right now. Are you finished on the toilet? I have a better idea.’ He said softly and fished out some painkillers first from the cabinet above the sink.

‘Yeah.’ You nodded, but didn’t move until you knew his plan.

First, he handed you the pills and a glass of water. After taking them, Loki turned the shower on and then removed his own clothes.

‘Let’s get showered together, then I’ll bring you something to eat in bed and a hot water bottle.’ He smiled gently and took your hand, after you’d wiped, and he led you straight into the shower.

Even though you were in agony, seeing Loki naked in all his glory still stirred something inside you. But he was adamant to look after you, so that was the last thing on his mind.

He brought the showerhead down and rinsed your body first, making sure you were clean between your thighs. Then he put it back on its hook and began washing your hair for you, making you melt as his fingers glided through your hair and massaged your scalp, taking his time.

After rinsing your hair, he grabbed the body wash and started lathering his hands up before cleaning your body, making you moan as his hands all over you felt so good. He spent some time massaging your shoulders, it was utterly delightful for you.

By the time you were both finished in the shower, the painkillers had kicked in a tiny bit. Though the cramping was still there, not just your abdomen, it was painful at your sides and back too.

Loki dried you off with a large towel, but he used a small dry cloth for between your legs, not wanting to get blood on the towel. He had thought of everything and it was a bit surprising, but you were really flattered with how he didn’t seem repulsed by your period at all.

Once you were sorted and in your PJs, Loki slipped on a pair of loose trackies and then tucked you into bed before disappearing downstairs to get you something to eat.

He returned ten minutes later with a bowl of soup and a hot water bottle. But he didn’t stop there, after placing the bottle on your abdomen, he positioned himself behind you and fed you the soup so you didn’t even need to move.

‘You’re too good to me, Loki.’ You smiled and leaned back into him once you were finished your soup.

He kissed the top of your head and allowed you to get into a comfy position against him, caged safely between his legs and he had an arm around you, above your stomach where it wasn’t sore.

‘I know you would do the same for me if the roles were reversed.’ He hummed softly.

You smiled and closed your eyes, feeling at peace more than you had all day. The pain was still there, but with Loki’s gentle touches on your stomach and shoulders, kisses on your head, it became a duller pain as your heart was full of love and happiness.

Loki didn’t move an inch when you fell asleep, he just kept gently stroking your hair and smiled as you relaxed in his arms and managed to get some well needed rest.

#loki #tom hiddleston #fluff #loki x reader #loki x you #one shot #fan fiction #what can I do #prompt

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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hello, excuse me if this makes you uncomfortable but my birthday is September 14 and I have very few friends and therefore I did not receive congratulations or gifts, could I please ask for something with drarry and scorbus? something like Harry and his children living in the manor anda Lucius and Narcissa still alive, I know it's out of your comfort zone and if you can't or don't want to then sorry for the inconvenience🥺😖

Scorbus

Hello friends, First thing- Happy birthday to the nonnie who requested this. Second thing- Yes! For your birthday and for the other lovelies who have requested Scorbus, I will write one (1) Scorbus fic. I will do my best but I've got to be honest- I don't have any real feelings about Scorbus (I don't read much of it and didn't enjoy The Cursed Child). So we'll have to see how it turns out.

cw: talks about hospice care and future death (not of a main character- we're talking about Lucius, no death will take place in the fic) without further ado, here's the best take I can give you. <3

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"But Daaad," Albus whined, "I don't want to go!"

"I know, bud," Harry replied, instantly regretting calling his 15-year-old 'bud', as he helped Lily find her bag.

James came in and flopped on Albus' bed, "It's just because he-"

"Shut up!" Albus shrieked, pouncing on him and smothering him with a pillow.

"Boys-" Harry started even as the boys started screaming and wrestling and Lily started to cry about not being able to find something. "Enough!" he shouted, casting a shield charm between the boys. "All of you," he said, "Let's just take a breath."

"But-" multiple voices rang out.

"No buts," he interrupted. "Deep breaths. Right now."

(Read more below the cut)

Everyone glared at him but at least they stopped talking.

"Okay," he said, "James, please stop intentionally trying to bother your brother."

Albus stuck his tongue out at him.

"Al, please finish packing. Lily, your straightener is in the bathroom under the sink."

They let out a collective groan.

"Look guys," he said. "I know. I know it's hard when I have to go to work. I know being in a house where someone is about to die is difficult. But Draco is a good friend and if I can help Lucius pass on, I need to do it. Okay?"

All of his children nodded sullenly.

"Besides," he added, "The manor is huge. You won't even have to see Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. And," he said, smiling at Albus, "Scorpius will be there. I'm sure he'll be glad to have a friend, yeah?"

Albus rolled his eyes and just muttered, "Can you get out so I can pack, please?"

With a sigh, Harry nodded and left, thinking for the thousandth time that single parenting was really fucking hard.

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He hadn't expected this to be his life. Harry had expected that he'd join the aurors or that he'd go on to be a quidditch player.

Working as a hospice care healer had never been in the plans. But there was no denying that he was good at it; he wasn't grossed out by all of the ways that bodies failed as a person began the process of dying. He didn't mind the late nights and early mornings. He actually usually enjoyed listening to stories from his patient as they reflected on their lives. And death didn't bother him. He'd spent nearly twenty years in this profession, he was good at his job, and he liked it.

Still, as he stood looking at the Manor, nerves that he hadn't felt in years settled in. He couldn't be sure if it was because the Manor still gave him the creeps all these years later, if it was because it was Lucius Malfoy and they'd never had the best of relationships, if it was because he was anxious about how Draco would handle his father's death, or something else entirely.

"Let's go," Albus snapped, impatient and anxious.

He nodded once and stepped up onto the top step and rang the door bell.

Draco opened the door, looking exhausted.

"Hey," Harry said softly, aching to hold him, to take him into his arms and hide him away from the rest of the world and all that was happening to him.

But they didn't do that. Not in public, not where anyone could see them including their families. Maybe especially their families. "Hi," Draco replied and Harry knew he was wishing for the same thing. "Thanks for coming."

"Of course," he said because there hadn't really ever been a choice. He loved Draco and he would do anything that would help make this easier. "Let me just get these guys settled in and I'll check in with your dad, okay?"

He nodded, "I have you guys set up in the West wing," he said as he started inside, "I know this is probably not the way you were hoping to spend your summer hols-" Draco started.

"It's okay," Lily said, falling into step beside Draco. "I'm sorry about your dad," she added.

"Thank you," he replied.

And Harry smiled, if nothing else, he and Ginny still agreed it was important to raise their kids to practice kindness.

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It was a long day. The first day at a new job almost always was, lots of intake paperwork, lots of working to make sure they had all their doses right in order to keep their patient comfortable, and inevitably lots of input from the patient's family.

By the time Harry had gotten everything set up and diagnostic spells and alerts in place, Lucius was sleeping comfortably in the hospice bed, Narcissa on the cot beside him.

Only Draco remained awake, watching Harry work from the sofa in the corner.

When he finished he nodded to the door and Draco followed him out. "You okay?" he asked softly once the door closed.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" he whispered.

"Yeah, love," he replied, giving Draco's hand a quick squeeze. "Of course."

Draco nodded once and led the way through the halls to a different wing entirely. He opened the last door on the left and let Harry in first.

Harry looked around curiously. He'd obviously seen Draco's room in his own home but not the room he occupied when he stayed at the Manor.

"It's actually not the room I stayed in as a child," Draco informed him as he made his way to the drawers to pull out two pairs of pajamas. "It gave me nightmares," he said, "after everything in this awful house."

He hummed, "It must be hard," he said gently, slipping into the comfortable clothes Draco had tossed him. "A lot of trauma wrapped up in an already challenging event." He folded down the covers and climbed in, making a space for Draco so he could curl up in front of him.

"Harry?" he asked once he'd settled back against him and pulled Harry's arm snug around his waist.

He hummed, pressing a kiss to the smooth, soft skin of Draco's neck.

"Do you think you might want to tell our families about us?"

Harry froze, "Do you think you might want to tell our families?" he asked.

"I asked first."

"Personally," Harry said, "Yes. I would like that. I don't like keeping things from my kids and you're," he swallowed. It was silly to be nervous, he'd said this before, but he couldn't help the surge of adrenaline. "I love you, Draco. You're important to me. But the real question is do you want to tell them? You dad-"

"My father is a bigoted arse," he snapped. "And yes he is dying but Harry you make me so happy and I just," he sighed. "I don't want to keep it a secret anymore. If he hates it, he hates it but I don't want him to go from this life thinking that he got to control mine."

Harry didn't quite know what to say.

"I'm awful. I know. I-"

"Draco," he said, squeezing him a little tighter, "I wasn't judging you. I don't think you're awful. Grief and death affect us all differently. If that's what you want, let's do it."

"Let's tell our kids first."

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Harry called a family meeting the next day after he'd check on Lucius and they'd done a bit of exercise and gone for a walk.

In retrospect, this might not have been the best thing to call it. Family meeting had never had the best associations and the last one they'd had was to tell the kids that he and Ginny were getting a divorce.

His kids were cagey, Scorpius was withdrawn, and Draco was honestly a bit erratic.

"Okay," he said, smiling at the room, only Lily smiled back. "So we," he said pointing back and forth between him and Draco, "have some news."

"Oh Salazar, please no," Albus whispered.

Harry gave him the look the one every parent had perfected by the time their child was three. "It's good news," Harry said.

"We're together," Draco blurted.

James barely looked up from his book as he said, "Called it."

Lily said "Like together-together?"

And Albus promptly burst into tears, fleeing the room.

"Albus!" Scorpius shouted, jumping up and chasing after him.

Harry and Draco looked at each other. "Maybe he thought that Ginny and I would get back together someday?"

James rolled his eyes, "That's not it. He and Scorpius are like," he waved a careless hand, "a thing."

Draco's eyes widened.

"Oh," Harry said. "And no one could have said something about this before?"

James shrugged, turning the page, "I tried to say something yesterday and you told me to shut up."

"I did not use those words," Harry said.

"Yeah, but that's what you meant."

Harry opened his mouth to argue, he was careful about his words, never wanting his kids to feel like they were unloved and unheard.

"It's fine, dad," James said, waving him off, "You should talk to Albus."

He was right, they really did need to talk to Albus and Scorpius.

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When they found them, Al and Scorpius were sitting together on one of the swings and Al was still crying.

"Alright," Harry said, transfiguring a couple of sticks into chairs. "Let's talk about this."

"You're the worst," Albus shouted at him. "It's like you're intentionally trying to ruin my life without even knowing you're doing it."

It took everything in Harry not to point out the fallacy in that logic. Draco, too, if the sharp intake of breath was anything to go by. "Could you tell me more about why you feel that way?" Harry asked, gently squeezing Draco's thigh.

"Because he thinks you're going to ask us to break up," Scorpius said, biting his bottom lip.

"And even if you don't, everyone's going to think it's weird," Albus said, a hiccoughing sob escaping.

"Think what's weird?" Draco asked.

"If you guys are dating and we're dating," Scorpius said.

Harry nodded, "I think I understand," he said. "But honestly, guys, we're not going to ask you to stop dating and it doesn't really matter what other people think."

"Easy for you to say," Albus sniffled, "You're Harry Potter. Everyone already loves you."

"I agree with you dad," Draco said, "other people's opinions are irrelevant. It's not as though you were raised together or anything like that."

"Well everyone already hates you anyway," Albus snapped, "So why would it matter?"

"Albus," Harry warned, "Apologize."

"No, it's alright," Draco said. "I used to be a lot like you, you know," he said. "I used to really care about what other people thought and how they felt."

"What changed?" Scorpius asked curiously.

"Your mum, actually," he said, with a little smile. "She helped me to look at myself and see who I really was, not the person that people believe me to be. She helped me to recognize that other people didn't define me, I did." He shrugged, "At the end of the day, if I chose to listen to them I was still the one defining myself that way."

"That," Albus started, wiping his nose on the back of his hand, "Makes sense."

"Good," Draco said, nodding once.

Harry squeezed his hand, "Right, well, congratulations, you two. Please be sure if you decide to make things physical you talk to one of us about protection spe-"

"Dad!" Albus shrieked, covering his ears. "Shut up! Shut up! Merlin save me."

Draco laughed, attempting to stifle it with a cough and failing in Harry's opinion.

"I'm just saying," Harry said, holding up his hands in defeat. "We should probably have this conversation at some point."

Albus shook his head and Scorpius had turned as red as a beet.

"Well. I'm off, then. Back to work," Harry replied.

Draco took his hand, "I'll walk you," he offered and they headed back to the house.

"Well," Harry said, once they were a good distance away. "That was unexpected."

"Was it, though?" Draco asked. "The way Scorp talks about Albus," he trailed off. "Well, let's just say he reminded me a little too much of me at that age."

"Had a crush on me that long have you?"

He laughed, "Longer. My father was just too bigoted to take my ramblings for what they really were."

Harry leaned over and pecked his cheek, "Well, I after that, I think that telling your parents will be a piece of cake."

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See the rest of my drabbles here

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #drarry #scorbus #sorry i did my best friends but i don't know that i did a very good job to be honest #love #hospice mentioned #lucius is dying #I feel like this is a mess #drarry ficlet #drarry fics

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years

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Pretty Boi | Angor Rot HCs

what can i say? my dash had a lot of angor rot in it, it put thoughts in my brain... angor thots...

Taglist: @prismarts @blixeon

Headcanons

Gotta be honest

I don’t think that anyone has genuinely called angor rot pretty in his lifetime

At least in canon

So, if you do it

He’ll fucking

Die

Troll will turn to stone on the spot

Sun? What sun, there’s only you

You and your

Flirtations

Seriously though, he will not know what to do with that

He’s never really thought of himself as pretty

Anda as i said

he probably hasn’t been called pretty by anyone other than like

maybe Morgana

And if she called him pretty, she definitely meant it in a

“What a pretty little plaything” kind of way, like, she was not genuine about it

So, yeah, he’s never considered the fact that other beings around him might see him as actually pretty

He’s never considered that other beings might see him as anything but a monster, really

So when you

A very pretty being look over at him and go

“Hey, you’re pretty. Did you know that? You should know that.”

He just

Short circuits.

Rip angor rot

It takes him like

Five to ten business days to recover

And even then he doesn’t have the best reaction

He kinda thinks you’re messing with him

Or that you, like morgana, see him as just a plaything

So he might get grumpy

Might get a little closed off

He might yell a little bit, idk

But once you explain to him that you actually find him pretty

And that you aren’t trying to fuck with his emotions

Well

It takes another five to ten business days to respond to that

At first he doesn’t believe you, but like

It doesn’t seem like you’re lying

And you aren’t one to lie anyway

And you’ve never deliberately tried to toy with him

So like

Shit

Maybe you’re telling the truth

And once he realizes that he

Well, as i said before

It basically kills him

Angor rot is not one to blush

Frankly, idk if trolls can blush

But angor finds a way

He also probably tells you to shut up

(in an angor rot way)

But like

He’s not serious about it

He’s actually a little flattered tbh

So, in conclusion

Call Angor Rot pretty more often

He deserves it

#angor rot x reader #i don't know what else to tag this #lovesong's writing

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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Saya berhasil di sini! Aku tahu, aku juga heran. Saya harap Anda mendapatkan istirahat yang layak Anda dapatkan dan minum teh💙

As the social anxious person I am, I read this on the party😂 Dont worry, I danced a couple of times, but I was in a table with my sister, her boyfriend and my two cousins with 4 and 10 years of difference with me, and we don't really have a good relationship... Also they were just discussing their love lives and telling the dirtiest jokes that I was trying not to die laughing😂😂)

Anyway, I really will try to keep this short bc I love him so much and every single thing here made me love and laugh and jdhsjsus

He is finally at peace in Edom!!!! I stan.

Alec staying up until Max's cries and comforting him is the softest shit EVER💙💙

Ragnor sitting in the throne and reading magazines😎😎 also he remembered his birthday!!! Jsjsjsk

I mean I get warlocks are wary of these changes. It makes total sense

I can't believe I'm saying this, but Lilith is a mood😎

Rest in peace, hot and sexy beard😔

The intimacy of that scene, just them in their couch and watching TV... 🥺💙

“How do you feel about shipping Max off to the Cayman Islands?” Shut up, you love him fjjdjdjsj

The way they cant stay away from their kids for much jdjsjsisjs love them

Rafe and Max already knowing😂

✨Mavid and Rosewood✨

Anjali really is something else💙💙

“I will not be tolerating Nemo slander!” Yeah dude!! Its a classic!!!

Game night is the best!!! Rosewood being competitive little shits and David being too good for this world jdjdjsj

Battle of the Consuls😂 and the teams omg

“Let’s destroy my beautiful family.” No one can do it like them

All the dirty jokes kill me, seriously. I'm in a table with my family I can't be laughing like this😂😂

Alec really said: We are going to flirt our way out of this one guys😏😎

I said it before and I'll say it again: They are just horny little shits!!!

“Evil hot people,” and "chaotic gayness" 😂You can’t deny the facts :)

Malec flirting even after 15 years is literally everything that is right in my life💙💙

I bet Alec would like that tattoo😏

All of them. Really. Just them eating cake and celebrating. I love that whole family so fucking much💙💙

“I don’t need a tattoo,” Magnus said again. “I’ll remember you. Forever. I promise.” 🥺🥺

I need Rafe to organize my parties

The both look FINE AS HELL

Poor Max😂 stuck between two in love idiots💙

“Yes. Yes, it feels real to me too.” “Then that’s all that matters,” Alec kissed him between the eyebrows. (Bro. Dude. Man. They are the cutest)

Of course Max suggested suits😂😂

YES THEY REALLY ARE A BUNCH OF HOT BITCHES

The fuck?!? they are ALL hot, badass BITCHES!!!

Cant blame David. With those looks, I also have a suit kink for everyone....

Yeah, no one can tell shit to them. They did worse... At least this is not hell, huh!!?!!

I could hack them all with that security😂

All of them>>>>>

ALEC ON LEATHER JACKET AND IN A MOTORBIKE HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT??? (and he says he is not a dilf...)

“Do you trust me?” Alec asked, holding out a hand. Magnus took it in his hand and kissed the center of Alec’s palm. “With all my immortal heart.” 💙💙💙💙

Ok, I'm already home, so I'll just move quickly..

All of it. France. The ride. The landscape. Wow. I'm emo all over again jdjshsns

I'm really happy they discovered the power the seashells has and talked about it and about Max and Leviathan🥺 comunication wins again yall

Dvaid and Alec really be like: "I'm gonna love my inmortal partner so much and give him a chance to have someone else for forever even tho I'm their forever" and we STAN.

“You are my heart, Magnus Bane. I won’t let anything happen to it.” beautiful, beautiful parallels💜💙

YES HE IS HIS ALEXANDER!!!! And the fact he has always felt safe🥺🥺🥺

He really is a simp jdsjsjdbsos

Only Alec could throw a really powerful object like that smh 😂

This family I shit you not is fucking beautiful!!! And Max giving Magnus snow EXCUSE ME WHILE I LOVE THEM FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

He didn’t dream FUCK YEAH. Thats so sexy😎 and more parallels👀

I could rant for 5 hours about how I loved this and love him forever and after, but I think you already know, because no one with some common sense can look at this man with anything but love and admiration💙💙💙

Moving on, its 4 a.m, I'm tired, a lil drunk and I look like a fucking zombie, so I think I'll get some rest and wake up at 1 p.m kdjdjdjsk

Aku akan pergi sekarang karena tubuhku memohon agar aku pergi tidur😂 Sampai jumpa!!

INDONESIAN 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Reading fanfiction (or just reading) at a party is the sexiest shit ever good for you bebe keep being sexy!!

I'm so glad you liked this one. Your live blogs always makes me smile (and grin wildly)

Socialising is fucking exhausting. So, I hope you get some good rest <3

#lbaf

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ettawritesnstudies · 3 years

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find the word tag

thanks @stuffaboutwriting!

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“What can we do?” Alex asked, joining the conversation. They must have been listening before, too.

“We keep our heads down, avoid recognition, and get by. Usually,” Enne said, as she shot a glance in Luca’s direction. He grimaced but said nothing.

“But how long can we last doing that?” Alex responded, “Before it requires action, or running away?”

Eula sighed. “I don’t know. If the Atilan come searching, I don’t know if there’s much we could do.”

Anda cast a look in the direction of her husband and daughter, sparring again after having gone through kick drills. “We aren’t enough to fight back.”

young

Philomena was a sweet young woman a little older than Enne, tall, pale, and slim with flaxen hair piled in curls on top of her head and tied with a kerchief. Luca smiled at her as he passed rough the doorframe marked with their symbol – a stylus, flute, and brush bound together with string. He tapped it gently as he entered. Their mother thanked Philomena for acting as lookout, and she shut the door behind them before making her way to the center of the room

laugh

Esil made sure his glass stayed full. He sat in the Master’s chair at the head of the table, one leg flung over the armrest, licking the juices off his fingers from the choice meats he’d been offered. The celebration and alcohol worked to banish the grim thoughts and painful memories of hours before. Before long, Amika and Divad, who sat to his left and right, laughed and regaled those who hadn’t been there with the story of the battle.

grab

Even as she regained her footing, her head still spun from the last blow when the next attack came. She shakily reached up to try to grab some and the magic filled her stomach in a crashing wave. The instant memory of pain flashed through her mind, and Grace panicked. She couldn’t stop it. Not again. She ducked.

I’ll tag @avian-king and @thescatteredscribbles for this one. Your words are: letter, shop, plan, and late

#last line tag #storgewip

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princecharmingmendes · 5 years

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Electricity | Shawn Mendes

“Going to the gym it’s already a part of Shawn’s life, but the whole atmosphere changes when he sees you waking in for the first time. It was like electricity”

sooo, even tough i’m working on a new soulmate series (follow me for more updates *wink*) i felt bad for not updating my masterlist or whatever recently, so i had this idea coming back from gym and it’s a really simple concept. anyways, i’ll stop rambling and hope you like this concept/blurb thing... that’s it, it’s not my best work, but it was what I could come up with... byeeee

*Word Count: 2.2K+

*Warnings: cursing and that's it!

*Posted: March 15th, 2020.

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Shawn’s pretty sure he’s an idiot. Not that he ever doubted that, but right now he’s just one hundred percent sure he’s pathetic. Working out is a really important thing on his life, not only for working purposes, but also to be able to keep up with all the stuff he has to do in general and to keep himself healthy. So it’s no surprise he’s basically everyday on the gym or doing something, and he generally was really good on focusing only on his workout, but recently that was becoming harder and harder, all because of you.

He’d always workout on the mornings to be able to work after and be free for the rest of the day, making this routine to not have excuses to skip leg day. And since this have been for a while, he knew pretty much everyone around him enough to notice when someone new showed up, but he didn’t pay much attention. That was until the first time he saw you. You were walking into the gym with a friend, giggling about something she said with an adorable blush on your face, an oversized hoodie and a pair of black leggings, and the messiest yet most beautiful ponytail he has ever seen in his life.

He just stood there in shock, mesmerized by the sound of you laughing and breathtaking smile and his trainer even asked if he was okay, which he just nodded. He tried so hard not to look at you because he thought that was invasive and kind of a dick thing to do, he couldn’t help to find himself looking for you, trying so bad to keep his eyes to himself. He didn’t want to be a creep. The second time his trainer noticed, he told him she was the sweetest girl he ever met but was dating some dude at work. The third time he tried to ignore your presence but it was hard, you were like a magnet and your voice was like melody to his ears.

His biggest regret was telling that to his friends, they didn’t miss a beat on mocking him about the mysterious girl he’s been crazy about. Every single time he mentioned something gym related they would make some funny comment about it. Brian even decided he would join him on his workout just to see the girl that’s been on his friends mind for a while now. So a week later he joined Shawn at the gym on his usual time and couldn’t stop cursing.

“Dude, why do you wake up that early?!”

“So that I can start my day knowing I already worked out and that I’m free”

“You are fucking insane, Mendes”

“Fuck off, Brian” he said chuckling as he got there and pushed the door open.

“I better end up looking like you after all this sacrifice”

“You know that’s not how working out works, right?”

“Yeah, and that’s why I hate it”

“Shut up, you didn’t even started, dude”

“Whatever” Brian said as they approached the trainer, only to be told to start by earning up.

They followed Shawn’s insane routine, with Brian complaining at every single movement, saying it was pointless since you were not there for him to finally meet you, even tough Shawn didn’t even had the courage to talk to you. When Brian was cursing for the billionth time, Shawn saw you walking in alone and going straight to the girl who he noticed that might be your trainer.

“Dude, what’re you... oh shit, that’s her isn’t she?”

“Yeah”

“Shit, I know her”

“What?!”

“I mean, I don’t actually know her, but she’s a really good Finn’s friend”

“Finn’s? She’s not his girlfriend?”

“No, dude, he’s got a girlfriend for two years now”

“Holy shit”

“Want me to talk to her and introduce you guys?”

“That would be so awkward”

“Only if you make it”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea”

“Are we done?”

“With what?”

“Your routine? ‘Cause I honestly feel like I won’t be able to talk tomorrow”

“Yeah, we can cut it a little shorter today”

“Great, hey, Y/N!”

“Brian” Shawn hissed through gritted teeth but it was too late, you turned around to see who was calling your name, and then you shot them a breathtaking smile, or at least, Shawn was finding it extremely hard to breath.

“Brian, right?” she asked approaching both of them.

“Yeah, that’s me, and this is Shawn, my best friend”

“Hi, Shawn” she said smiling at me and offering her hand to shake, and so I did.

“Hey, nice to meet you” Shawn said unable to hold back the grin that was plastered on his pink lips.

“Are you guys done? I don’t want to bother you too”

“Yeah, we’re cool, how’ve you been?”

“Fine, actually, things are a little crazy at work but that’s a good thing right?”

“I guess so, she’s a lawyer” Brian said.

“Oh, that’s nice”

“What have you been doing?”

“I’ve been working with Shawn for the past months”

“Really? Didn’t know you had music gift”

“Oh, he doesn’t” Shawn said and the girl giggled.

“I’ve been helping him on tour”

“So basically you’ve been traveling ‘helping Shawn’ and being payed for it?”

“Pretty much” Shawn said smiling.

“Hey, I do a lot, okay?”

“Sure thing, Brian, how do I take his place?”

“Just say the word” Shawn said chuckling making Y/N giggle, his heart melting at the sound.

“Great to know you too are already friendly enough to mock me” Brian said making both of their faces red.

“Anyway, it was nice talking to you guys, but I really gotta start this so I won’t be late later”

“Sure, it was nice seeing you too, Y/N, take care” Brian said and Shawn just mumbled a quick ‘bye’ before she turned away smiling at them “now you know each other” Brian said grinning and Shawn hit the back of his head playfully.

“You idiot” Shawn said as they left the gym laughing.

-*-

Since their first introduction, they haven’t talked much but would always say ‘hi’ at least to each other everyday, and she didn’t leave his mind at all. It was getting harder to don’t seem like a creep for looking at her while she was trying to mind her own business and sometimes he even caught her staring, but quickly turning away. So when she didn’t show up one day he got worried, she didn’t seem the type to miss her training, at least, she didn’t on the last month and a half. He even considered asking what happened to her coach but decided to drop it. But for his relief, she came to talk to Shawn’s trainer about it.

“Y/N called to say she couldn’t make it”

“Oh, everything alright?”

“Yeah, she just had a meeting she had to reschedule and she’s super busy, so this was the only time she and her client could meet”

“Nice... can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure”

“I won’t be able to come here on Friday, can you keep an eye on Shawn for me?”

“Totally, I just have to ask Y/N since she’s in for his usual time”

“I can come on another time if you want” Shawn said as he finished a series, taking a break.

“I’ll talk to her, if she doesn’t mind, would it be bad for you?”

“No, not at all” Shawn said trying to contain his excitement.

“Great, thanks, Jen”

“Anytime, Duke” she said as she went back to where she was previously.

“She said Y/N finds you cute”

“What?”

“Yeah, you should ask her out”

“Dude, are you serious? Is my love life you entertainment?” Shawn asked trying to keep his features as serious as possible.

“Pretty much”

“Unbelievable”

“But for real, you should really ask her out, it’s been a while you’ve been drooling over her and not doing anything about it”

“Yeah, maybe Friday”

“Whatever works for you, rockstar, now let’s go back to work”

-*-

Friday came faster than expected. Shawn was practically hoping on the streets to get to the gym in excitement. Jen was already there when he arrived, but he didn’t spot Y/N, which calmed him a bit.

“Hey, how are you?”

“Hi, Shawn, good morning, Duke showed me his plans for you, do you mind if we change it a bit?”

“Not at all, what do you have in mind?”

“I know you have some hard times stretching, so maybe we could work on that as well? To balance things a bit”

“Sure”

“Great, Y/N will be here anytime, wanna start warming up a bit?”

“Works for me”

Just as Shawn was doing as Jen told him to, Y/N walked in wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie, as always, and her hair in two braids. He could feel his palms sweating.

“Good morning, guys” Y/N said smiling at them.

“Morning” they both answered.

“So, Jen, what are we doing today?”

“We’re not going to change much, Shawn’s going to fit in your routine”

“Good luck, dude”

“Hey, it can’t be that hard right? I think I can handle it” he said, feeling his ego being punched.

Shawn didn’t consider himself as an athlete of anything like that, but he worked out hard for a while now.

“Let’s ser about that, tiger” Y/N said with a grin playing on her lips.

“Enough with the flirting, can we start?”

“Yes, Ma’am” Shawn said as soon as he felt his face heat up and Y/N’s cheek get a little pinker than usual.

He was so wrong. His workout routine was pretty intense, but hers were just something else. She trained a lot the muscles on her anda and back due to pain she has from stress and position at work, so there’s not so much weight lifting but what she does is just as bad, Shawn found himself almost begging to grab a few weights or something on his routine. When Jen announced the worst was over he almost felt happy, then he remembered she told him she was going to help them stretch, which was literally his biggest fear.

He was mesmerized by Y/N’s ability to apparently ignore the natural humane positions and simply became like a doll on Jen’s hands. He just stood there in awe with every movement she made while he couldn’t even touch his toes. But even tough the training was completely different and out of his comfort zone, he swear he never had more fun in his life. Y/N was constantly cracking jokes and making some sarcastic yet funny comments about pretty much everything. He was also impressed at how naturally the conversation was flowing between them, they sometimes ever forgot that Jen was right there beside them the whole time, only being remembered due to the exercises and the bickering about their flirting situation. Shawn found himself disappointed on how fast the minutes flew by.

“Well, it was fun, guys, see you two on Monday” Jen said as we grabbed our stuff.

“See you, Jen, thank you” Shawn said as she went to her next class.

“She’s right, today was actually really nice” Y/N said looking up at Shawn from where she was sitting on the floor.

“It was, Monday we’ll have the part two to this”

“Yeah... or maybe...”

“Yeah?” Shawn asked offering a hand for her to stand up, which she gladly took with a smile on her lips.

“Are you free right now?”

“I am, why?”

“Wanna go grab something to eat? There’s this really nice place nearby with some healthy stuff and great iced teas”

“I’d love that, actually I was intending to ask you out for a while now”

“I know” She said chuckling.

“What? Wait... how?!”

“Brian told me”

“I’m going to kill him” Shawn muttered under his breath.

“Hey” she said squeezing his hand, that he even forgot that was still holding hers “don’t do it, I’ve been wanting to do the same for a while now”

“Really?” Shawn asked, his whole demeanor changing into a smirk, making her blush.

“Yeah, I was just waiting to see if you’d actually do something other than ask about me or stare at me from a distance”

“Sorry, I got a little nervous”

“That’s why I decided to step up”

“And I appreciate it, but I was wondering... if we could actually have a proper date, one that I’m not all sweaty and shit”

“Hmm... it depends”

“On what?”

“Are actually going to ask me out this time?”

“Y/N, would you like to go on date with me... tonight... or whenever you’re available actually”

“I’d love to, and tonight’s just fine by the way”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Fine by me, give me your phone” she said and I handled it to her, in which she wrote her number down.

“Thank you” Shawn said smiling at her.

“Are we still going to grab something to eat now or...?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, let’s go” Shawn said squeezing her hand back and she just smiled at him, not letting go of his hand as she pulled him outside.

Shawn could literally feel his whole body exploding in excitement. Little did he know, she was feeling the same way.

-*-

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darknessfoundlove · 3 years

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Send me ✦ and I’ll write an incorrect quote with our muses - @underteika said: “✦ !!”

Ai: I’ve already sent good vibes your way... They’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Anda: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Anda: Man, I only ever see you awake. Do you ever shut down or stop running? Ai: Oh, I’m always running... Ai: The question is, from what?

Ai: I went through an entire character arc during quarantine. Ai: I became more evil if you’re curious. Anda: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Ai, hamming it up: It’s too late for me, Anda... *coughing* Save yourself... Anda: ...Are you sure your didn’t just become more dramatic?

Anda: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? Like, how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It? Ai: Stay woke, monster-hand-holders! Your love is out there!! Anda: Y’know what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration.

Ai: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Anda: How can you still say that? Ai: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

#meme friday #answered #underteika #(i imagine ai and anda as a perpetual motion machine of trying to cheer each other up)#(the second to last one is a convo they've actually had and no one can convince me otherwise)

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i-write-shakespeare-not-disney · 4 years

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Director’s Commentary- Lovesick Side Effects, Julio visits Lance to apologize

My comments are in bold italics!

When writing this, I imagined that Julio passed Keith as Keith went downstairs with Kosmo, then sort of paced at Lance’s door until Keith came back. The whole time trying to decide if he had the guts to do it, whether Lance would want to listen to him. By the time Keith came back up, Julio manages to put two and two together when Keith is able to open the door, and Keith can figure it out too. And I mean of course Keith asks who are you do you need something but I mean it’s all super awkward. His dad stood at the door looking uncomfortable as he glanced from Keith to Lance. Keith's expression had turned somewhat stoic, only the slight curl of his lip showing his simmering anger. Keith’s go to when he’s uncomfortable or in new territory is to turn stoic. But here, he can’t even fully reign in the anger because he knows how this man made Lance feel.

"Kosmo, down," Keith snapped as Kosmo sniffed the work boots and barked for attention. Kosmo retreated with a whine and a huff. This was supposed to be a little nod at the fact that Julio was a good man. Kosmo wanted to play with him, he wasn’t growling or defensive.

"What are you doing here?" Lance asked cautiously, moving closer to Keith to shield him. From y’know disdained or disgusted looks.

His dad cleared his throat and scratched his head nervously. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh, now?" Lance asked bitterly. Papá sighed and glanced back at Keith, furrowing his eyebrows. A silent slew of questions. “Who is this, is this the boy, why is he here, are you living together, sleeping together, can we talk in private, but also how do i ask that without sounding rude or more homophobic than you think I am?” Lance scoffed and turned away to look at Keith, ignoring the way his heart pounded, hating the way he was curious enough to give his dad the satisfaction of listening to him. "Take my car and go get some snacks for our movie night, okay? I'll text-"

"No," Keith said firmly. Here, Keith has already gotten ahead of himself. He’s thinking of Roland and how his father left him. He’s terrified of it happening to Lance if he leaves them alone.

"Keith, I just need to talk-"

"No. I'm not leaving."

Lance sighed and shut his eyes trying to talk over him. "This is between-"

"I don't care-"

"Keith, baby, please. I need to be alone with him."

"He could hurt you," Keith said with a wavering voice. Lance opened his eyes in surprise, unexpected tears filling up Keith's eyes without spilling over.

"He's not going to."

"You don't know that!"

"Yes, I do, Ke-"

"You think Roland thought his dad would hurt him the way he did?" Keith snapped. Lance snapped his mouth shut. Keith's faze fell behind Lance onto his dad. "I'm not leaving."

Lance sighed and touched his face softly. He nodded and pressed his forehead to Keith's. "Okay. Okay, just go to my room then." In my head, this whole time Julio is watching their interaction. Watching how protective Keith has gotten but also just how close and touchy they are. How all of that intimacy isn’t second-guessed, it’s all very natural to them both. He’s seeing the urgency in Keith’s expression and well of course their actions just show their overall bond as a couple. Julio had no idea what to expect of a same-sex relationship, and this is the first time he’s seeing that it’s... well not different from the one he himself has with his wife. (Obviously not quite to that extent at this point, but you guys get what I mean)

Keith didn't seem to like that, but it was a decent compromise. He nodded and headed to the hallway, snapping his fingers for Kosmo to follow him.

Lance took a deep breath, sent a quick mini-prayer to whatever god might hear him and take pity, this was kind of a nod at Lance’s lack of/wavering faith at this point in time then turned to look at his dad.

"Es él? Andas con un chino? Wasn’t expecting that,” he said with a nervous smile. this was supposed to be a joke. He was trying to lighten the mood and be like heh see I’m making jokes, it’s okay. But it’s not. He also just has no idea how to ask IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND????

Lance rolled his eyes. "Coreano, Apá. What do you want?"

His dad continued in Spanish, keeping the conversation private to an extent. If I wrote it all in Spanish I’d lose a lot of comprehension from a lot of readers tbh asdjfkdjfak "I wanted to apologize. I didn’t know how to react, and I didn’t know what to say when you told me. I was angry that your mom already knew. And later, when I talked to her, I was angry that your brothers and sister knew before us. I just…. I needed time to think about what it meant-” oh hey i mentioned this before. I love when I’m still on the same page as me from a long time ago lmfao

“What do you mean what it meant? It means I’m seeing a boy, that’s all it means.” again, in an ideal world it would be that simple.

“No, Lance. No it’s not. It meant that I had to reevaluate everything I knew. That maybe I don’t know you as well as I thought I did, I think as a parent, it would always hurt when you realize you don’t know everything about your kids for whatever reason. Especially in this case where Lance is so open and wears his heart on his sleeve, it’s like... how could a parent not know? that I did something as a father to make you feel like you couldn’t let me know you. Back to what Caridad was feeling too. Feeling like he messed up as a parent and tbh he did, he just had no idea he did. Okay, yes, I came up with reasons this would happen now, i.e. he’s getting over allura’s death, he’s lonely, it’s a trend and then I talked to you mom and then I had to think again, Mama mcclain told him to get his head out of his ass and realize this was real and then I have Veronica yelling at me in one ear. she’s defensive of her little brother!!!! I figured once you left it would calm down and I could figure it out and talk to you, then I get Marco screaming at me, telling me I won’t see my grandkids until I…. And Luis hasn’t even talked to me. Your grandmother called me. To yell at me.” I recognize that to a lot of readers this felt like he was just whining and playing the victim. But I wanted it to show why he was so overwhelmed. He wanted space and time to think and figure out how to react properly but everyone else who already knew, had already gotten used to it, everyone was shitting on him also assuming he was just immediately against it. And not only are they yelling at him, they’re adding other pressures. It wasn’t to get sympathy, and he’s not apologizing as a way to just fix things with everyone else, he’s just trying to explain that he’s been juggling these other things and if he hadn’t been he might’ve gone to see Lance earlier.

Lance gulped and stared at the floor. “What, you want me to feel sorry for you? Which, it’s Lance. He does feel bad. But he also has a right not to pity him and to stay angry and to feel like a lot of readers felt when reading Julio’s response. You’re not the one who gets ostracized for who you are by your own family, Dad. God, I wasn’t expecting you to throw me a party or congratulate me! I just wanted you to talk to me and understand, but you didn’t even do that!”

“I know. And I’m sorry,” he said, slumping as he walked toward Lance. Lance took a few steps back. SYMBOLISM! DISTANCE! This time it’s Lance pulling back. Also kind of... he doesn’t want to be close because he might be more privy to accommodating to his dad instead of standing up for himself. “Can you really be this angry with me for reacting differently than your mother? We’re different people-” who react differently and think differently and require different things. For Caridad, it was the silence and space she got while making coffee. For Julio it was stepping away to think and figure out what to say. Julio’s just wasn’t compatible with Lance and also let’s all be real- the machismo that causes lack of communication fucked it up too. If Julio had just said, “Give me some space to think, I’ll be back and I’ll tell you when we can pick this back up” instead of storming off (note: Keith storms off in his first argument with Lance. The second time, he communicates he needs space! Still not compatible with what Lance needed at the time, but it avoided a lot of issues), things would be a lot different.

“You’re both my parents. That should have been enough.”

“In a perfect world yes.” I love when I do this. haha

Lance felt his throat constrict. He felt like he was about to puke. Lance felt this as a personal attack. Like HE was imperfect and that’s what stopped Julio from immediately being okay with everything. But of course, that’s not how it was meant to come across. He wanted to scream and cry and punch something, and that scared him because he was not a violent person. “Get out.”

“Lance-”

“What do you want me to say!” Lance shouted. “You want me to say it’s okay? Because it’s not! The way you reacted isn’t okay. Which is what we’re all thinking!!! We need a change!!! I get it, I surprised you, the relationship I have with my boyfriend is weird to you, it’s confusing because of Allura, yes. But you- you acted like I don’t exist! Bad coping. Bad communication. So I acknowledge this shitty apology, but no it’s not okay. And frankly? I don’t really care what else you want me to say because you didn’t care about what I had to say when I wanted to talk to you.” Lance walked toward the door to open, but his father grabbed him by the arm to stop him.

There was a moment of panic. A moment of sheer, heartbreaking fear where Lance wondered if his father was capable of it. Hitting him, I mean. But the idea is so unfathomable that Lance can’t even think the word, you know?His dad saw it too, and he immediately let go. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I just want to fix this. I didn’t mean you were imperfect, I meant the world-” He shut his eyes and rubbed his face. “The world teaches people to think a certain way. I got used to it, I couldn’t even see that it was bad. And then you come and tell me… that you’re in a new relationship… with a boy. And even if I don’t know you as well as I thought, I know most of you.” He stepped closer, slower this time as he grabbed Lance by the shoulders. “I know that you are good. That nothing about the way you show love could ever be bad, so how could everyone in my life before have been so wrong? So this whole part, I was alluding to the way the world condemns homosexuality by sexualizing it. People hear gay or see a same sex couple and respond with disgust because it’s correlated to sexual things, sexual acts they can’t fathom. Julio had to turn that stereotype/stigma over and recognize that’s not what it was. It’s what he means when he says Lance is good. He’s recognizing that gay isn’t a synonym to bad or sinful the way a lot of Catholic people assume. I didn’t get it, and I still don’t. I don’t understand how you could feel this way about a boy, but I believe that you do, (he doesn’t doubt it/think Lance is confused anymore) and even just now….” His dad let out a shaky breath. “You look at each other the way your mom and I would when we were young. I love this line, and I think someone (Kay, I think?) mentioned how big that was. That Julio saw a reflection of his own relationship with the person he married in this boy and his son.ahhhh It’s real, whether I understand it or not.”

Lance felt the anger that had been ravaging his body suddenly die, releasing itself through hot tears that fell down his cheeks in streams. “I hate this. I hate that I still want your approval. That I still want you to be proud of me,” he cried. In my head, at this part, this is a double whammy. Because Lance is crying and being sentimental, which isn’t what guys “should” do. So he’s upset about wanting approval and being scared to let him down WHILE feeling like he’s continuously letting him down. I also based this off of my feelings about coming out to my mom. I still haven’t, but the fear is there because of this. And no matter how much I don’t want to care what she thinks, I do. even when she hurts me, even though I have so many people I can turn to, it still feels like she’s the one whose opinion matters. And I put that fear and hurt into Lance. “That even though everyone else was happy for me or tried to be, you not talking to me hurt more. I don’t want to keep disappointing you-”

“You don’t!” Lance sucked his teeth and walked away from his father. “Why would you think that?”

“Are you serious?” Lance said, letting out a humorless laugh. “I know it. I’m the runt of the litter for you. Too emotional, too sentimental. I’m wasting my time getting a writing degree that I might not even use because I can’t pick up a pen anymore. And now this. I just keep letting you down and…. And I’m done apologizing for it. I’m done apologizing for being… me. I wanted this to be the point where Lance grows solidly into that idea of being unapologetically himself. Even through that fear and hurt, he’s not going to apologize because he’s happy. Because that’s who I am, Dad, I’m the boy who likes love stories and poetry and loves writing but might not be able to do it again, the boy who cries because his dad won’t talk to him, the boy who wants to fall in love with another boy. And I like being this way.”

The words left him spent, left his father speechless for a long time. He turned away and sat down on the couch while Lance sniffed and cried into his sleeve. heart on your sleeve, tears on your sleeve, same thing, right? After a while his dad patted the seat next to him. “Come sit,” he said. Lance hesitated for a second before indulging him. “I’ve been a horrible father if I’ve made you feel like you were a disappointment. RECOGNITION. I love the idea of parents who can recognize and properly apologize for their mistakes. And I like the idea that even someone as proud as Julio can put that aside for the sake of their child because he just loves them that much. That it’s worth the discomfort of digging into his own feelings an admitting he was wrong if it meant Lance never felt this way again. That was never my intention. You make me proud, Lance. You make me so proud in so many ways. You made it farther than the rest of us. You found something you love to do and you’ve worked on it your whole life. You inspired your sister to go to college. You’re unafraid to be who you are, to demand change, and you teach me every day….”

Lance tried to swallow and wiped his face again. The words were somehow managing to soften him up while feeling hollow. Because it’s everything he wanted to hear, everything he needed to hear, but he doesn’t know if he believes it because he spent so long feeling the opposite. He had nothing to say to that.

“His name is Efrain,” his father said suddenly. Lance furrowed his eyebrows and looked at his father in confusion. “My co-worker. I asked him last week…. If he even liked his nickname. He said he was used to it, but I thought about what you said, and I asked, ‘Do you like it though?’ And… he said no. But that he knew it’s what people would always call him. So I asked him his real name, and I’ve been calling him that. I told him about what you said to me, and he said you had balls to say something.” OKAY so this whole bit I had planned since I planned the Christmas scene. I planned out that slip and confrontation and I knew I wanted to go back to it. Because again, pride. What Lance said on Christmas stuck with Julio, he was just too proud to admit he should listen. But once Lance came out, Julio realized that what he said that night upset Lance because LANCE felt offended by it. That there had probably been so many times Julio carelessly and accidentally hurt Lance and didn’t know it and it was time he learned and changed that. The first step was talking to his coworker like Lance told him he should. And I also felt that the fact that this happened without anyone knowing until now shows the sincerity everyone doubted was there before. It’s a way to say, “I took this step because you told me to, not because anyone else did. Because this mattered to you. And I learned from it, and I want to keep learning.”

“Oh.” Lance stared at the floor as he thought back to Christmas. “You… remembered that?”

“Of course. I’d thought about asking him the next time I saw him at work, but I figured it didn’t matter. That it was just how we talked, how we did things. Then you told me about this boy and I realized… that I was hurting you. And if I was hurting you by calling someone else that, then how badly was I hurting Efrain? So I asked.”

Lance had to smile at the fact that his dad wasn’t even saying the nickname anymore. “I’m glad you did that,” he said softly, this time in English. “It means a lot.”

His dad wiped his eyes and sighed tiredly. He scratched his head and patted Lance on the back before gripping his shoulder. “I know I shouldn’t have walked out on you,” he said, keeping it in Spanish. “I just needed time to think about everything before I could listen to you talk, and I know that wasn’t fair to you. But I want to try to be better. And I’ll do anything to fix what I did.” He ruffled Lance hair before pulling his hand back and crossing his arms. Men. Men and their fear of emotions. Granted, he’s capping out on his limit of emotional vulnerability.

Lance chuckled softly and wiped his eyes. “Yeah. Actually Keith does that too. If we argue he has to distance himself for a while. Except he doesn’t ignore me for weeks.” I really didn’t mean to make so many parallels between Lance’s parents and his relationship with Keith but it just happened and honestly, it works.

“I know, I know! I just didn’t know where to start. And everyone else was getting mad at me and I didn’t know if you’d even let me talk to you. I didn’t even know if I’d actually knock on your door, but that-” He waved a hand in the direction of the hallway. “Keith saw me. I saw him on the stairs when he was leaving, but I didn’t know he was…. Boyfriend, right?” Still a little funny for him to say.

Lance smiled and nodded. “Yeah.”

He nodded too and scratched his head. “It’ll take me time. I wish I could say it wouldn’t, but I need to get used to it.” Lance pursed his lips and sighed in resignation. For now, this was what he would get. “Am I… allowed to ask questions? Are there ones I shouldn’t ask?”

Lance groaned, half laughing through it. “Yeah. Yeah, Papá, you can ask questions. But not today. Podemos hablar después, okay?”

“Okay. Pero me perdonas?”

Lance hesitated and stood back up. “Yeah. I forgive you. But you have to be on your best behavior when I take Keith to meet Mami. You have to be there, and you have to be nice, and you have to try.”

“Claro, mijo. I’ll be there.” He cleared his throat and looked at the time. “I should get back. I didn’t tell your mami I was coming out here.” Lance furrowed his eyebrows. “I was thinking about talking to you, and the next thing I knew I’d taken the freeway to come here instead of the exit home.” Hopefully more proof that he did this because he wanted to, not to get back into good graces with everyone else. He walked to the door with Lance following after him. His dad turned to look at him and tousled his hair again. “Dile gracias a tu novio.”

“For what?”

“For showing up at the door before I could talk myself out of this.”

“Ah. Gotcha.” Lance nodded and shifted on his feet. “Well. Thanks for coming out here. I’ll call Mami and see when she wants to get coffee.”

Papá nodded and opened the door, but before he could actually step out, he turned around and wrapped his arms around Lance tightly. Lance’s love language is physical touch, and he needed this. Julio knows that to an extent, but it still took a second for it to click that maybe his son needed tangible confirmation of his affection. It was rare for Lance’s dad to hug him this way, and the last time he got one like this had been after getting home from Allura’s funeral. That’s like. 2 years guys.

Even rarer were the sniffles Lance could hear in his ear, the way his shoulder shook in a way that told Lance he was trying to hide it. Lance decided not to comment on it and simply hugged him back just as tightly. JULIO IS CRYING AND ITS AWKWARD FOR HIM AND LANCE KNOWS THAT. Idk. I like letting men cry. And even though he’s hiding it here, it’s still a huge step. For Julio.

“Sabes que te quiero, verdad?” his papi asked gruffly. “And I get prouder of you every single day. I love you for who you are, mijo. Siempre.” We need. More. Parents. Saying. They’re. Proud. The She-Ra Screeches discord groups knows how I get about “I’m proud of you” it’s... my weakness. As well as Good Dads.

Lance could only nod, unable to speak past the knot in his throat. I remember writing this and having a knot in my own throat. Because I write in the head of the character so I was experiencing this as Lance but also because... it’s still such a good outcome in comparison to a lot of Latine kids can go through and it just... idk. Makes me emotional for myself. I kind of hate the idea of ahaha look I cry in my own writing, but just. Some of these things are idealized things I would want or just have enough of my family or dynamics in them that I’ll empathize too much. And I hope that came across for others. I swear I’m not patting myself on the back, I just. I have vivid memories of what parts gave me my own emotional struggle when writing. He stayed that way for a while, enjoying this one moment with his father. It would be a struggle to get his parents comfortable with who Lance shared his life with, but they were both willing to try. Lance let him go when he felt the arms loosen around him.

Without another word, his dad left the apartment and Lance locked the door.

I was really excited about this scene because I felt that it shows growth for Julio and it shows how it’s also only the start of how much growth he’ll go through. I tried to make it to where each time you see Julio again, he’s growing a little more. And I was really worried about it not coming off sincere especially with how long it took him to talk or look at Lance again, but this was also one of the scenes I had vaguely planned for early on.

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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 5 years

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You Break Up With Them: Monster Prom Characters

(A/N): This took me a month to write and it honestly shouldn’t have taken me a month to write but OMG I FINALLY MANAGED TO WRITE IT ALL AND IT’S OUT! I kinda feel like I messed up Polly’s and Vera’s part at the end, but that’s okay... I hope you guys will like these! (And be sure to check out the original artists for Miranda’s and Liam’s art, they did an amazing job! The links will be below them)

Miranda Vanderbilt (picture by stitcheddraws) :

The two of you were having what she thought was a romantic evening in a giant silverware store when you told her you needed to talk. She didn’t pay much attention at first, too preoccupied with all the gorgeous and amazing silverware that was surrounding her, and you were praying that it’ll lower her anger once you tell her your news… but as soon as the words “I think we should break up” fall out of your mouth, her happy expression turns to a stoic one while her turquoise irises stare back at your soul. It takes her a while to fully register what you said, her fish guards slowly walking over with their threatening tridents, until a wild smile breaks out of her lips and she chuckles.

“You can’t break up with me, silly.” She boops your nose with her index. “You know you’ll get executed if you do.”

She ignores the terrified look on your face as she turns back towards the golden spoon on display, having her eyes set on a pair with the letter ‘M’ and ‘(first letter of your name)’. You, on the other hand, tries to calm down from her threat and eventually ignores the guards to speak up your mind.

“Mir’, I’m breaking up with you. You have to accept that.”

She feels her heart bleed from how hard your words just stabbed her, and her bottom lip quiver in sadness. She concentrates back on the spoon and forces a smile to come out.

“What do you think of those spoons, (Y/N)? They have our initials on them.”

“Mir’, you’re not listening to me. I’m not happy anymore!”

She slightly flinches, her face turned away from you.

“You really wish to leave me?”

You sigh. “I’ve loved every bit of time I’ve spent with you, Mir’. But like I said, I’m just no longer happy.”

She looks back at you with a death stare. “Then perish.”

You don’t have time to add anything else that a trident is already piercing through your ribcage, the blood pouring out of your lungs to engulf your throat. You fall down on your knees as soon as the weapon leaves your body, and you give Miranda one last look only to see that she has turned away from you.

“Mir.. anda...”

She closes her eyes in pain from hearing you say her name with such a coarse voice, the loud echoing thud of your now lifeless body hitting the ground soon after. She waits a couple of seconds, in silence, until one of her guards ask her how they shall dispose of your body. She only opens her eyes again and spot the pair of spoons with your shared initials on them, the tears appearing on the corner of her eyes.

Her agonizing screams are all that can be heard in the store after this.

Damien LaVey :

It was in the middle of the night when you finally decided to break up with the prince of hell, having joined the boy earlier in a park to do some arson action, his favorite type of dates of all time. While you do enjoy to do crime every now and then, your feelings towards the boy have faltered through time and your chest has been heavy for weeks, the arson and killing not having helped at all. And so, even thought you weren’t going to say the fearful words tonight, your brain blurted them out of your mouth without your consent, and now the demon boy was staring at you in silence without even blinking. It doesn’t take long for his expression to twist into pure rage, his fist tightening while he tries to contain himself.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You flinch from the anger despite expecting it. “Are you really breaking up with me!?”

“Damien, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t you fucking dare say you’re sorry.” You take a step back when he walks towards you, his finger pointing at you. “You better have a good reason to do this or I’m killing you.”

But is there really a good reason for breaking a heart?

“I just… I’m not happy.”

One of his eye twitches from your answer.

“I mean, my heart just… feels heavy all the time.”

“That’s it?” He squints his eyes at you while grinding his teeth. “That’s your only reason? You’re breaking up with me because your ‘heart feels heavy all the time’?”

“Well, yeah, I-”

“And you didn’t think you could have mentioned this fucking way sooner? That I could have helped you feel better?”

“I can’t fake my feelings, Damien.”

His silence following your words is only scarier than his usual screams, his red eyes seeming like they’re slashing your head off.

“Damien-”

“You know what? Fuck this shit. Just leave.” You give him a hesitation look when you see the pain in his eyes. “Are you fucking deaf? I said leave!”

You don’t wait for him to actually try to murder you to run away towards the park’s exit, unaware of his pupils following your leaving form. He looks down at the ground while shaking from the pain and anger, the tear pouring out of the corner of his pupils despite shutting them down.

He destroys the park with fire to cope with the reality of you leaving him, his yells of distress getting engulfed by the flames.

Scott Howl :

You wanted to wait at the end of Scott’s football practice before you tell him you wanted to break up so he could stay focus and have fun. You kept telling yourself it was to let him have a little bit more of happy time, but you knew it was only because you were dreading to break his heart. You knew how much your decision would hurt him, and how much hurting him would hurt you in return, but just going along with the relationship at this point was just hurting you even more and you had to do something.

And so, despite the fact that football practice hasn’t even started yet, or that Scott is looking at you with his goofy grin and his eyes full of life and excitement, you tell him the words you’ve been trying to get out for weeks now.

Your heart twists in a hurtful way when you see his pupils scream at you in pain, his lips quivering from sadness while his shoulders sink.

“But… but...” His throat lets out a whimper, which cuts through your soul. “But I love you.”

“Oh, Scott… I know you do.” The fact that you don’t say ‘I love you’ back seems to remind him that you haven’t actually said it back in a while, and it shakes him to his core. “It’s just… not enough anymore.”

His body starts to shake as he tries to control back his sobs. “Am I not a good boy?”

“Oh no, Scott… don’t think that.” You put your hand up to touch his cheek as a comfort, but you stop yourself at the last second and revert your movement. “You’re an amazing boy.”

He stares at your hand for a moment, wishing really hard that you didn’t stop your movement and were now petting his head like you would usually do.

“See, Scott, it’s not you the problem. It’s me.” He looks back into your eyes, wondering why he didn’t see this coming. “I really wish my feelings stayed the same… but I can’t control the fact that I’m not happy.”

He closes his eyes to try and stop the tears from coming out.

“And you deserve someone that can be happy with you, Scott.”

“I don’t want someone else.” He opens his eyes again, his pupils aching even more than before. “I want you… and I can make you happy. Remember how I can make you laugh all the time?”

You give out an empathetic smile. “You know I haven’t laughed in a long time.”

Your words hit his soul like a wooden bullet through his heart, and he almost doesn’t hear the coach’s whistle signify that it’s time to start practice.

“This is for the better, Scott.” He almost begs you to stay when he sees you take a step back, hesitantly looking back at him. “I’m sorry.”

He only gets to watch your leaving form for a few seconds before he gets dragged by one of his cousins on the field, another one putting his helmet on his head without him noticing. He walks over to his position without somehow stumbling over his feet, even though his mind is clouded by numbness. He doesn’t hear the second whistle that means the beginning of the practice match, but he does notice the ball getting thrown into his hands, his pupils staring at it as his body doesn’t move.

“Yo, Scott! Send the ball!” His cousin’s voice seems rather far away as he continues to stare at the ball. “… Scott?”

“They left me...” His bottom lip quiver again and his eyes watered, his claws tightening around the ball. “They left me…!”

He falls down onto his knees just as he hugs the ball as close as possible, his face distorted by his tears and his mouth letting out sobbing cries while his whole body shakes from the pain.

Liam de Lioncourt (Gif by trash-cass):

You didn’t know when would be the appropriate time to break up with Liam, especially since he made it clear that you were his first real relationship in centuries. Heck, you were the first person who made him get out of his shell and experience new things in life… like love.

His first true love.

Which makes you feel so fucking guilty. Especially when you would look at him with the intention of telling the hurtful words no one wants to hear, your brain screaming at you to stop every time you were about to do it. I mean, you make him so fucking happy, so why would you be selfish and take his happiness away from him? You’re a monster, but not a monster... right?

But the more you sit at this table with him, his eyes glued to his phone as he tries to find the best filter for his next Instagram’s picture, the more you feel your heart’s numbness worsening. And it’s at this moment that you know that if you don’t do this right now, you’re not only going to lose your chance to get happy again, but also trap him in a one-sided love story for who knows long.

And he deserves more than that.

“Liam.” You feel the anxiety rising inside your chest, but you don’t let it stop you this time. “We need to talk.”

He slightly looks up from his phone to quirk an eyebrow at you, never having heard you talk with such a serious tone.

“What is it?”

“I… I’m not happy anymore… so I think it’s best if we broke up.”

When he simply stares back at you in silence, his eyes blinking from time to time, your stomach flips and your thoughts get louder in your head. You try your best to silence them, and you open your mouth to try and ease the situation when he sighs in relief.

“Finally!” You frown in confusion, not expecting this kind of reaction. “To be honest, this ‘being in a relationship’ thing was getting way too cliché for me. I’m so glad you’re feeling the same way.”

“What-” You shake your head to dismiss your thoughts before you talk again. “I thought… you liked being in a relationship…?”

“Did you really think I loved posting all those couple’s pictures on my Instagram?” He lets out a small chuckle, his lips staying in a snobby smirk. “I only did it to make you happy. And really, I can’t wait to delete them. They’ve been polluting my artistic view for too long now.”

You open and close your mouth a few times, then give out a smile.

“Well, I guess I got worried for nothing. Maybe we can stay friends-”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He gets up before you have a chance to finish talking, his phone in his hand as he does so. “I have a secret meeting to attend to.”

“Oh, okay.” You give him a shy wave while he leaves, slightly hurt by his cold demeanor. “I’ll see you later, then.”

His fingers clench around his phone when he hears your words, his chest burning in a rage from the pain you’re unaware that you’ve just caused him. But he can’t let you see it, no. He has a reputation of not caring about those type of things to keep.

But when he turns around a corner to be out of your sight, he can’t help but to look down at the picture he was about to post, the one it took last week. You were smiling at the camera and he was kissing your temple, a tree in the background. He thought you were happy, that you were in love. How long have you been feeling unhappy? How long have you faked your love for him? How long-

Tears fall down on his screen as he deletes the picture, his free hand squeezing the fabric of his shirt just as he feels his dead heart agonizing in silence.

Polly Geist :

The reason you waited so long to break up with Polly isn’t because you were afraid of hurting her, but rather because of the fact that she never gave you the chance to do so. You feel like she might know that you’ve been thinking about ending this relationship, and so she either kept changing the subject, starting random events out of nowhere or acting like she had to go somewhere. Then again, maybe she was also just being her random self who always wants to party and have fun…

… but seeing how she kept avoiding you for the party she invited you to in the first place, you beg to differ.

And so, at one point, where she was busy forcing a human drinking lots and lots of alcohol so she can possess them and experienced the consequences, you managed to corner between two drinks. She lets out an awkward laugh under your serious expression and she tries her best to ease the tension by putting your attention on something else.

“Hey, boo! Want some drinks?” She shows off the two that are somehow staying in her hands. “I got you some!”

“Polly, we need to talk.”

“Sorry, honey, I can’t talk right now.” She tries to get past you without flying right through your body, her smile slightly faltering under her stress. “I really need to get this human drunk so I can-”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

The drinks in her hands fall down unto the floor, but because of the music blasting the room, no one else notices the liquid spreading on the floor while Polly’s expression turns to a horrified one.

“No...” You take a step back when she tries to touch your shoulder, her hand staying frozen in the air after you do so. “Babe… I know you’ve been unhappy for a while, but... but there’s no need to break up!”

You shake your head at her, which only seem to make her feel more desperate.

“I… I can work on the things you don’t like about me! I can change!”

Your expression turns to a sad one. “Polly...”

“I swear! I’m not always like this… I… Please, don’t leave. I love you too much to lose you.” You feel your chest shrinking in pain when you see tears in her eyes, her voice starting to coarse. “And you know that it’s totally unfair because having my heart getting broken is totally how I died!”

“Polly, I don’t want to hurt you.” Her eyes give out a glint of hope, and you shake your head at her. “But if I stay with you, I’m only gonna hurt myself more.”

“But...” She tries to reach out for you again, and you step back a second time. “But… babe...”

“It’s over, Polly.” You give her one last look before you walk towards the exit. “We both deserve something better.”

She watches you leave while her whole spirit trembles in pain, the girl ghost feeling like her heart is shattered on the floor beneath her feet. She lets out a few cries that die under the party’s music, her head soon shaking to try and shove her feeling deep down in her soul. She gives out a wide fake smile, tears having disappeared, and she turns towards the crowd with her arms in the air and her tongue out.

“Who’s ready to do some drugs!?”

The excited screams barely make it to her ears, her brain already begging for the numbness.

Vera Oberlin :

You were completely terrified of breaking up with Vera. Mostly because you knew that if you managed to say the unbearable words to her, she would send a hitman to kill you… that is if she doesn’t decide to end your life with her bare hands instead. She loves you, you have no doubt of that, but she wouldn’t hesitate to end your life if you ever hurt her in any way. So staying in a relationship with her was definitely the wiser choice in the case of your own survival.

… but it wasn’t for your happiness.

And so, even though you knew the consequences of your action, you decided to let her know about how you’ve been feeling for the past few weeks, having asked her to join you in a public place in the middle of the day for some security.

“Ugh, I hate this place on Saturdays.” Her eyes skitter around the mall full of people, her face scrunching up in disgust. “Why would you want to come here? You know we only shop on Tuesdays.”

“Vera… um...” She turns her attention on you, her brows frowning at the sight of your terrified expression. “I… I need to talk to you.”

She gives out a smirk. “Did you choose this place because you thought I would try to kill you?”

She intended it as a joke, knowing how much you like her dark humor, but when you stay silent and avoid looking at her eyes, she starts to worry.

“Okay, (Y/N), what’s going on?”

You give out a shaky sigh, your fingers playing together for a few seconds before you look back at her.

“I… I wanna break up.”

Her heart sinks in her stomach upon hearing your words.

“… what?”

“I just… I haven’t been happy for a long time and…” She closes her eyes for a second, trying to contain her emotions. “And I think you deserve something better than this.”

“Bullshit.” You jumped up when she sends you a death stare, her upper lip twitching from rage. “You think you can break up with me and make some bullshit excuse like that?”

“No-Vera, it’s the truth, I-”

“You think you can break up with Vera Oberlin?”

“Vera-”

“Well, you can’t! You can’t break up with me! Because no one breaks up with Vera Oberlin! I’m the one who breaks up the relationship!” She puts her finger at your shoulder and slightly pushes you away, the snakes on her head snapping their mouths at you in anger. “In fact… I’m breaking up with you right now!”

You open your mouth in shock, your eyes giving out sadness. “Vera, I know you’re hurt, but there’s no need to act like this.”

“Watch me.” She stands up straight, looking down at you like you’re nothing. “Have fun with your pathetic life.”

She turns away from you and lets you watch her back as she leaves, her snakes still snapping their mouths at you until you can't see her anymore. As soon as she gets into one of the exit hallways, her furious expression breaks into sorrow. She bites her bottom lip to stop herself from crying, her hand already getting her phone out of her pocket. She takes a pause when she sees her home-screen of you and her, your arms wrapped around her neck with your head pressed against her temple as you both smile at the camera. She breathes in sharply, feeling her whole body yelling in agony at the thought that you’re no longer hers, and she forces herself to compose a phone number.

“Hey, it’s me.” She pushes the exit door’s as she talks, ignoring the sun hitting her face. “I’ve got a new target for you.”

If you won’t let her have you, then you deserve nothing more than death itself.

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Growing Stronger - Chapter Twenty-Four - Olives and Handkerchiefs

My great-grandfather was nothing if not a man of vision. Having grown up in extreme poverty, he spent his childhood days begging and stealing vegetables and fruit from other peoples’ orchards and farms so he could feed his family. His dream was to own land that would reach as far as the eye could see, and build it up with trees and animals, so food could be grown there, and no one in his family would have to starve ever again. So, when he became a man, he did everything he could to make that dream come true. Because he was too poor to go to school, he couldn’t read--only do some basic math--so he taught himself. A lonely tailor taught him his trade and provided him with enough knowledge to try and make a life for himself. He went to Oporto to work as a tailor for the elite.

My grandmother said he never stopped working for a single day, even when he was married and the father of five children: two girls and three boys. And finally, when my grandmother, the oldest of all the children, turned fifteen, he had finally saved enough to buy the land he had dreamed of. It wasn’t perhaps as grand as his ambition would have had it, but even so, vast enough so that, after it was filled with trees and animals, it could feed an entire village.

Unfortunately, my great grandfather’s dream was short-lived. Fate would have it that, while traveling to the city with his wife to buy provisions, he would lose the control of the wagon, ending his life and his wife’s at the bottom of a cliff. My grandmother was left an orphan, with four other mouths to feed, and a huge piece of land that she had no idea how to capitalize.

That didn’t stop my grandmother, though. She was desperate, and she had a determination that would be very much alive inside of her until the day she dies. Understanding that pretty much everyone in the village was barely scraping by, she offered her land to feed the small village provided she had the help necessary to feed her own family. The neighbor lands struggled to bloom due to the lack of water, so she worked her own land so the spring in her field would water all the other plantations, and, in time, she created the amazing farm she had in the present day, devoted to the production of high-grade olive oil. To that day, one week a year, there would be a large celebration on her farm, and all the villagers would help harvest her olives, thanking her for the cooperation of years ago.

It’s said my mother’s family blood makes strong women, and so far that was true. My grandmother raised an entire village on her own, my mother left the village to become a notorious therapist and researcher, and I… had been abused by a violent prick. Obviously I didn’t get the strong gene. And that made my family worry for me. Although no one ever blamed me for anything, I couldn’t help but feel like the ugly duckling. Even though I knew my family loved me to pieces, they couldn’t help but look at me with sorrow in their eyes, sad I wasn’t strong enough to fight an abusive man.

As I drove with Victor to my grandmother’s farm, I felt like things could be different now. I had finished my doctorate with the highest praise, had a good job as a researcher in a good institution, and was dating a great man. Maybe this time I could prove my worth to my grandmother, show her I was worthy of the Collaço name. The thought was as exciting as it was terrifying.

“So, garfo means fork.” Victor closed his Portuguese for Foreigners book, seeing if he had all those words memorized.

“Yes.”

“ Foca means knife.” He looked at me for approval. I laughed. He glared at me.

“ Foca means seal. The word you want is faca. ” I kept my eyes trained on the road, as I drove us to my grandmother’s farm.

“ Faca. ” He repeated. “Glass is copo.”

“It can be a glass or any kind of cup. It’s the container that is used to drink liquids. It can be paper, glass. My grandma has clay cups.” I explained.

“For the vinho.” Victor offered. “Very rustic.”

Half an hour later, we were arriving at the village my grandma lived in. It was a really small village, with only a dozen houses, a pharmacy, a supermarket, and a small church. And woods all around, luscious green as far as the eye could see.

My grandmother was already waiting for me at her door when I parked the car next to my mother’s. She was her usual self, a serious expression on her face, all dressed in black, golden Viana earrings in her ears.

“My beautiful child!” She spoke in Portuguese, opening her arms to me.

“Hello, Vó. ” I greeted, embracing her. “I brought someone for you to meet.”

“Yes, your mother told me you were bringing your foreigner boyfriend.” She frowned. “Why do you keep dating these snotty boys from the city? Look at him, so polished, he looks like a candlestick! You need a real man, with hair on his chest and some meat in the bones!”

Victor smiled, oblivious to what was being said about him.

“ Vó , be nice.” I warned her and took Victor’s hand, bring him to my grandmother. “Victor, this is my grandmother, Bia. Vó , this is Victor, my boyfriend.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Victor shook her hand, speaking in Portuguese.

“Same.” She replied, eyeing him up and down. “Come, I’ll take you to your rooms so you can change your clothes. We have work to do.”

Victor looked at me to translate what she said.

“We are taking our stuff to our room, then we’ll go olive picking.”

As we arrived in one of the rooms, with a double bed, my grandmother turned to me.

“Leave your things here. You’ll be sleeping here with Cristina.” She ordered.

“Wait, what about Victor?” I complained.

My grandmother turned to both of us, her expression stern.

“It’s very simple.” She spoke slowly in Portuguese, gesturing so Victor could understand. “Girls in one room.” She made a circle with her right hand. “Boys in the other.” She extended the index finger of her left hand. To our absolute embarrassment, she inserted the index finger in the circle and started pulling it in and out. “No funny business in my house, understood?”

Victor swallowed hard as I watched all the color draining from his face, and then returning in a bright red.

“She said-”

“No need!” Victor interrupted me. “I understood clearly.”

“You, come with me.” She pointed at Victor and raised her voice, speaking slowly. “I’m going to show you your room.”

“Vó, he just doesn’t speak Portuguese, he is not deaf.” I scolded her softly.

“You and your mother and these foreign in-laws you bring.” My grandmother shook her head. “There is nothing wrong with Portuguese men, you know.” She then turned to Victor. “Come, Stretchy. Let’s see if I can fit you in one of my beds.”

It was clear that my grandmother didn’t exactly approve of the CEO in my life, and it would take her time to accept it. Knowing my grandmother, I knew she would test and push him in any way she could, and that made my stomach turn with worry. Victor, on the other hand, looked serene and confident, completely up for the challenge. That somehow eased my mind and allowed me to enjoy my time spent with family a little bit more. Everything would be ok, I told myself. We were not alone. My parents and Josh and Cristina loved Victor, and they would vouch for him. And Victor being his extraordinary self, it was only a matter of time before she would see what a true man of value he was.

We arrived at the field filled with rows of olive trees, ready to work. We geared up with gloves and a small saw to cut some branches, and started working on the tree my parents were.

“I see you arrived safe and sound.” My mother greeted us. “Andy, teach Victor how it’s done.”

“Ok, so you take the branch from its base.” I took a branch and tighten my grip somewhat nearest to the trunk. “Then you slide to you, pulling the leaves and the olives. Just let them fall on the ground. It’s ok if you step on some, but try not too.”

“I take the leaves as well?” He furrowed his brows.

“Yes, will we separate the leaves from the olives later on, with a special sifter.” I explained. “Give it a try.”

Victor pulled the branch somewhat clumsily at first, but soon he got the hang of it. My mom smiled with pride.

“We have ourselves a picker.” She offered. “Your grandmother will be pleased when she sees this.” Insightful as always, she quickly picked the look on our faces, and turned to Victor. “Don’t worry, she’s hard at first, but she’s a softie deep inside. Reminds me of someone I know.”

I stifled a laugh.

“Ok, this one is pretty much done.” My mom took a last look at the now almost completely naked tree. “Andy, you and Victor take the next one, we take the other next to yours. Let’s make this interesting for our entrepreneur.”

“You mean a contest?” Victor smiled, pleased with the suggestion.

“That’s right.” My mother clapped the dust out of her gloves. “The first to clean the tree, wins.”

Suddenly Victor, who seemed completely out of his element before, was now completely engrossed in the olive picking task, cleaning branch after branch with amazing speed. The look on his face was a focused yet relaxed one, and I wondered for a moment if he remembered that across the ocean, miles and miles away, he was a business shark, owner of a company worth millions. Not even his clothes would differentiate him from the rest of the group. He looked like a countryman, working hard on the land, taking pleasure from harvesting its fruits. And I had to say, it suited him well.

Across the field, a group of women chanting the Portuguese well-known tune.

“Ó rama, ó que linda rama,

Ó rama da oliveira,

O meu par é o mais lindo,

Que anda aqui na roda inteira.”

Soon, everybody was singing in unison, all busy disrobing the tree branches, including my family and… me. When I finally noticed, Victor was frozen, staring at me, a loving smile on his lips. I shut up immediately, blushing.

“Don’t stop on my account. You have a beautiful voice.” He glanced at me, still smiling smugly, as he took another branch to strip it clean.

I eventually overcame my shyness and resumed my singing with the crowd. After a while, Victor was joining us too, humming the tune.

“Stretchy, I have a job for you.” I heard my grandmother talk to Victor behind me. “Are you strong?” She unceremoniously pinched his arm. Victor seemed to understand, and he nodded promptly. “Tell him to help me take the olive bags to the truck.” She asked me.

“She needs you to carry some of those bags to the truck.” I translated. “Do you mind?”

“Absolutely not.” Victor turned to my grandmother with such a ceremony I almost expected him to salute her and yell ‘Sir, yes Sir!’. Instead, he stretched his arm, motioning her to lead the way. My grandmother eyed him up and down and scoffed, walking away.

A lot of men would be deterred by this. My grandmother went out of her way to show him that despite him being a successful and rich man, she was not impressed. Part of me believed that she was making him carry those bags only to break his back and prove her point. What she didn’t know was that the man I loved was as strong-minded as she was, and wouldn’t shy away easily from a challenge. Besides, the guy worked out on a daily basis, and carried me in his arms as if I was made of air. A bag of olives was nothing to him.

I watched them go with a cocky smile on my face, when I heard someone talk to me in Portuguese.

“Is that your boyfriend?” The old woman from the village asked. “He’s very handsome!”

“Yes, he is.” I quipped, unwilling to keep that conversation going.

“He is very successful too.” My mother chimed in. “A millionaire.”

“Andrea! You won the lottery! Gorgeous, polite, rich… Oh, just look at that…” She sighed.

And I did. The heat must have had the best of him, because he took off his grey sweater, and was now wearing a white t-shirt with his dark blue chinos, his sweaty muscles visible with the strain of carrying the heavy bag on his shoulder, the t-shirt rising slightly, allowing his well-defined abs to come to view. Seeing him like that made me feel suddenly very hot… And it wasn’t the sun.

He looked my way and smiled seductively, noticing I was all flustered on his account. I smiled back, letting him know I was enjoying what I was seeing. A second later, his face fell and he looked away, his cheeks turning bright red. I looked behind me to see what he had seen, surprised with his reaction. I then noticed the group of old women behind me, all of them also flushed and sighing as they watched my boyfriend go by. I took a fallen olive branch and waved it in front of her eyes.

“Let’s get back to work, ladies! Shame on you! You are all married!” I scolded. I heard my parents cackle in the tree behind me.

“Well, we are married, not gelded!” One of them complained, walking away.

“We can’t help it if he’s so easy on the eyes! If you have it, flaunt it!” Another chimed in.

“Oh, he was flaunting it, alright…” Another sighed, waving her handkerchief to cool herself.

I felt slightly guilty for being such a hypocrite, as I turned his way again and enjoyed the wonderful view of his cute butt moving as he picked one of those heavy bags from the ground. Easy on the eyes was an understatement. That man was hot as sin, and I was looking forward to getting burned.

I was startled with the sound of my grandmother clearing her throat, a look of disapproval on her face.

“We need you in the kitchen.” She said with a grumpy voice.

“What?” I stupidly asked, still dazed with the view.

“Is the sun cooking your brain? Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the girls these days! Get going!” She scolded impatiently, and I practically ran to the kitchen.

An hour later, someone rang the bell, letting the workers know it was time to place the tables outside for lunch. I smiled as I secretly watched Victor carrying some chairs, his bangs matted to his forehead with sweat. My grandmother must’ve done a number with him, but he looked happy. Point for Victor.

I started serving lunch to the people outside, lamb stew in clay bowls with a piece of cornbread on the side, and all the wine one could wish for. I watched Victor struggle with the lack of utensils, since the only thing he was given was a fork. I came to his rescue as I served the rest of the people.

“The meat is tender enough to cut with the fork, and you push the food into the fork with the bread.” I whispered behind him.

“Aren’t you coming to eat?” He turned to me.

“In a second. I need to make sure everyone is served first.” I patted his back.

“I’ll save you a seat next to me.” I heard him behind me, as I moved quickly to distribute bowls of food to everyone.

After everybody had a bowl of food, we placed the big clay pots in another table nearby, in case anyone wanted a second serving. I took some food for myself and went to sit next to Victor… Only to find my grandmother was sitting right there. Victor saw me coming and got up, so I could sit on his chair.

“Sit here, I already ate.” He offered, looking a little sad for not being able to sit with me.

“Where do you think you are going? You aren’t finished yet!” My grandmother pulled him down by his arm, speaking in Portuguese. “Marília, get another serving for Stretchy here!” She called another woman that she saw was getting up. “Got to put some meat on those bones, you are too thin!” She pinched one of Victor’s fingers, showing him how skinny it was. Victor paused, seemingly trying to understand the situation.

“Andy, sit here.” Josh, who was sitting in front of Victor, scooted to make room for me. “You don’t need to eat more if you don’t want to, Victor. Portuguese moms want to feed you until you burst.”

“It’s not much of a sacrifice.” Victor confessed. “The food is delicious.”

I sat down and started eating, observing Dona Bia and Victor. She still wore her stern expression, while Victor seemed to be in a good mood and perfectly relaxed. While she was going out of her way to show him she didn’t like him, he was dead set on winning her over. They were both stubborn mules, so I suspected we were in for quite a treat with these two.

After eating, I helped the other women clear the table and the men went to finish harvesting from the last trees. The next step would be the next day, separating the olives from the leaves, and taking them to the mill, where they would be pressed to produce olive oil.

It was already late in the afternoon when we finished washing the vast amount of dishes. My mother was already busy peeling cloves of garlic.

“Where’s Victor?” My mother asked me as I returned from the other room.

“I don’t know. Probably on some task grandma gave him.” I sighed.

“You know, we could really use him in the kitchen. He’d do this in a blink of an eye.” She showed me the garlic cloves she had yet to peel, a bored look on her face.

“He would.” I smiled, sitting close to her. “Let me help you, you’ll finish faster.”

“What are you girls talking about?” My grandmother entered the room. “You need to hurry with that, we have to season the meat with that.”

“We were saying Victor would be a great help in the kitchen.” My mother answered. “Where is he anyway?”

“Would he?” My grandmother frowned. “That would be a first. A man in the kitchen with the women.” She laughed.

“Mother, times have changed.” My mother scolded lightly. “Men can cook. And Victor is great at it. Got training with a known chef.”

“Men these days…” Grandma shook her head. “He’s with Josh cutting dead tree branches. Where he should be. Men don’t belong in the kitchen.”

I felt sorry for Victor, knowing he would be under the afternoon sun, working those sweaty muscular arms, bringing the saw back and forth. At least he wouldn’t mind the sleeping arrangements that much, he would pass out the moment his head would touch the pillow. And fortunately, dinner was coming soon. Provided we worked a bit faster.

After a while dinner was served. A vast selection of dishes, including Cozido à Portuguesa, Rojões à Minhota and Caldo Verde. As it seemed to be the rule, my grandmother was adamant in keeping Victor and I apart, so she put me on dessert duty, making the rice pudding and Aletria while they ate.

After my long journey in the kitchen, manning the stove, I was finally able to sit down and eat, chatting with the women washing the dishes. I wondered where Victor was, hopefully Josh was with him, helping him cope with all the new he was being immersed in. I was slightly worried he was hating it all, just enduring it to humor me.

“What are you still doing there?” Cristina interrupted me. “Where’s your skirt and handkerchief?”

“Crap, is it today?” I almost jumped from my chair. “Oh, nevermind, Victor is probably tired and not in the mood to dance.”

Every year, on the last Saturday of the olive harvest, the village would have a dance to celebrate the community’s spirit of mutual help and cooperation. My grandmother gladly hosted the dance, providing her huge barn for the festivities, as well as food and drink. But this dance had something special though: the men of the village would get together and pick flowers in the fields, and they would go to each house and offer those flowers to their women, who were waiting by the window, as an invitation to the dance, while they offered them perfumed Viana handkerchiefs, that they embroidered themselves. My grandmother insisted I did one myself, years ago, so I could give it to my future husband.

The tradition asked that the men wore a red waistband, and the women a skirt. I was rummaging my grandmother’s closet to see if I could find a traditional that fit me when she entered the room.

“Well, I guess it’s time I give you this.” She handed me the handkerchief I had embroidered years ago, full of flowers and a dove, and the words O nosso amor só vai acabar quando esta pomba daqui voar (Our love will only end when this dove flies away from here.).

I looked at the old woman in front of me, the stern look on her face gone. Only love in her eyes.

“You approve of him?” I smiled.

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?.” She begrudgingly admitted. “Just don’t let him hurt you like the other one, do you hear me?” Her voice quivered.

I held her tight, tears spilling from my eyes.

“He won’t hurt me, Vó. ” I assured her. “He is a good man.”

My grandmother wiped a few tears from her eyes, clearing her throat. She had more in common in Victor than she would ever care to admit.

“Now go.” Her stern face was back in place. “Stretchy is waiting for you outside.”

I put on the skirt in a haste, not believing my own ears. But sure enough, as I left the room, I started hearing the guitars playing outside, and male voices singing the known song “Menina que estás à janela” (Lady by the window).

“Andrea!” My mother called, excited. “Look who’s here!”

There he was, in all his glory, and my heart stopped. Victor had changed clothes in the meantime, wearing a white shirt with black pants and the typical red band around his waist. Without a second look, he was a villager. He smiled widely at me, as I stood by the open window, stretching his arm to offer me the makeshift bouquet of wildflowers he had collected.

I ran to my room to spray my handkerchief with my perfume, the one I knew he liked best. I bolted downstairs to meet him, and without a second thought, I threw myself in his arms, my heart bursting with joy. He held me tight, a warm chuckle vibrating in his chest.

“Will you give me the honor of coming with me to the dance?” He presented the bouquet ceremoniously.

“How could I say no to such a thoughtful invitation?” I put the handkerchief in his hand, closing his fingers around it. His smile widened and he presented his arm for me to take.

As he led us to the dance, he looked at the embroidered piece of cloth I gave him, bringing it to his nose.

“It’s scented. Did you make it yourself?” He gave me a tender smile.

“A long time ago. Carefully kept to be given to someone very special.” I looked back, and saw my grandmother at the window, looking at us and smiling.

Victor pulled me to him as we walked, hugging me tight with his arm. A huge wave of happiness and affection hit me and almost made me lose my senses, drunken with his smile, and his scent, and his warmth. I didn’t know where the future would lead us, life could be so complicated sometimes, but I was certain I would never love any other man like I loved Victor. And now that he was finally letting me in, trusting me with the darkest corners of his mind, I felt that love so much more real and possible.

The name fitted him just right. He was a victor, alright. He had won my heart, and my family’s, and even managed to melt the hardest one of all. Not because he was ambitious, or cunning, or insistent. Because he had this immense light inside of him, and whenever he let it show, one couldn’t help but fall in love.

#Growing Pains - Series #growingstronger #mlqc fanfic #victor x oc #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #love and producer #mister love queens choice

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judgement-free-sideblog · 5 years

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Ghosts from the rainforest

Summary: A simple rescue mission will bring him back to a place full of nightmares, and maybe this time he could find redemption. Situated in 1975, 2 years after the events of Skull Island.

Warnings: Violence, blood, wounds, mentions of war, cursing, implied smut, smoking, angst.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 6: Family

The piercing blue eyes search for you in the dim light that came from the sunrise outside the shack, he found you and attempt to stand up getting down immediately from the pain.

"Don't even try" You said to him, sad to look at his face covered in dry blood and a still fresh cut on his cheekbone. Two days after arriving Walker had decided to inspire moral in his troops by beating him and putting you to treat their wounds "I suspect they broke one of your ribs when you call them bastards, also even if you could move there is also this" you pointed to the fetter around his ankle and he looked at yours too, your shorts were stained from the truck and the dirt floor of the shack, and the clear sign of a lash on the naked skin that you cover with a blanket when he looked at it.

"How is your head?" He asked finally trying to sit still "How long have we been here?"

"It has been better, it will take more than that to take me down, don't worry" You said taking a piece of cloth and wetting it on a small bowl "Well after you passed out I kept fixing a couple wounds here an there in the camp, so he won't kill you, that was three days ago, at least they left me this to fix you up, hold still" You approach as much as you could to him and start cleaning up his wounds.

"I have nowhere else to be love... hey!!" He pull apart when the alcohol touch the open skin, and gave you a panicked look when you show him the suture you will use to close the cut

"Oh Captain don't be a baby" You hold his face on your hand while continuing to clean the cut "You must be used to deal with vicious animals like that by now, because that frien of yours can call himself a man"

"You are right, Walker is a poisonous snake who will kill anyone on his way, the only reason we are alive is because he believes he may get something valuable out of you, which reminds me, what did he ment by next time he'll go for the throat?" He had his hand was clenched and his eyes firmly shut down when you passed the needle trough the skin.

"I have met Walker before, Shukri used to help him pass his weapons and stuff through the border so he send me as a symbol of friendship, but the man he wanted me to help die, wich of course he will because he had severe sepsis and many bullet holes, and I'm far from being an actual medical doctor"

"You really have a way to reassure people" He joke and you rolled your eyes at him.

"Anyway he went crazy and kill the men Shukri send to guard me and stab me in the stomach, and leave me for dead in the jungle, thankfully it wasn't a cut deep enough and I managed to walk to the next village". You finish and he looked at you surprised by how casually you talk about those horrible memories. "What does he meant by your taste still being constant?" His face darkened and the guilt and remorse appear again in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant..." You tried to stand up but he grab your wrist and you sit next to him.

"As I told you Jenny's mom was the lover of a British ambassador, and we actually met before we were send to find her, one night Sargent Walker was drunk and tried to force himself on her, and I stop her" He said with a sad smile on his face.

"You were together? You and her mother I mean" You tried to hide a hint of jealousy in your voice, it was funny that in this threatening situation you could still be thinking about you two.

"Of course not" He said and a grin of satisfaction show on his face when you sigh in relief "Although I had feelings for her, and maybe she had them too, but I knew I had a mission, then Walker betrayed us and Jenny die... well I guess she blamed me for it" you didn't say anything and just let him lay his head on your lap, the fetter was biting in your skin and your ankle was about to start bleeding but you feel the need of comforting him.

"How could you look this handsome aan peaceful cover in bruises, and cuts?" You ask yourself outloud after a couple minutes once you thought he was asleep.

"I could ask you the same Y/N" He responded opening his blue eyes, and you almost pushed him down but remember his bad shape. "Don't worry, the guys are looking for us, they will get help in Borneo and come back"

"That's what I'm afraid of, I heard them talking about asking for ransom money to the US Embassy in Borneo, what if they get too late, he is gonna kill me when he realizes I lie to him".

"I will like to him try" He said trying to stand hurting himself again.

"Easy there prince charming" You said holding him still and locking your hands together in the process, neither of you trying to pull apart. "I do know what I will do if we actually get out of here".

"And what is that?" Conrad asked trying to ignore how helpless your if was.

"I'm writing a strong worded letter to Houston Brooks about the terrible job of his tracker, since he keeps trying to charm the women he works for" You said and he smiled at you.

"Is it working?" He asked, trying to incorporate.

"Maybe" you said but before you could follow your instinct, some loud steps approach to the shack and you gently put him on the floor to curl in your corner pretending to be asleep.

"Ibu? Cepat! Kita perlu pergi" Mother? Quick! We have to go A young boy enter the shack carrying a big shotgun, and he open the fetter setting you free.

"Dia akan datang bersama kami" He is coming with us You said and he went to set a surprised James free.

"What is going on? Ibu?" He asked once you help him stand up, he was not as hurt as you thought since he could walk without help, but he was definitely not in his prime.

"You have your family Captain, I have mine" And since that explanation was not enough you had to continue "One of the men guarding me years ago was Shukri's nephew, he hates Wlker ever since, and has many of his children inside his little army so he can eventually sell them to the authorities"

"He is a layered man isn't he?" He said while you and the boy help him walk outside the camp, another infiltrator was already waiting next to a truck ready for you to flee, waving in the distance, and then the sound of a thunder brake the morning air, and he made a funny surprise face, and a blood stain start growing in his chest and he just fall on his back, and then all hell broke loose.

Walker men were following you, and since James was hurt it was so little that your young hero could do for you.

You run into the jungle just to be stopped in an open area where a tree had fallen an then four men were surrounding you, ready to kill.

"Drop it big guy!" Reles voice said, making your hear stop and race with happiness. The man in front of you turned around to meet Reels surprised by how calm he was.

"Didn't you listen? Drop it!" Slivko said coming out of the jungle with another six guys that you were sure were part of Shukri's village.

"I got you doc" Glenn said passing between the men who were already unarmed.

"I'm fine, help the Captain" you said and without thinking you took one of the weapons that had been dropped in the ground.

"I thought you didn't like those" Slivko said while Reels help the boy tie Walkers men.

"Desperate times Reg" You said, and hug him. "How did you find us so quickly?"

"Oh wow, sorry Captain" He said looking embarrassed "The guy, the weird guy that says he is your husband he meet us half way when we came after you guys, apparently one of the guys here told him what happened and he came with us and many men along to help"

"I knew it! Wait a minute Shukri is here?" You hold your breath because the feeling that something was wrong was strongly hurting your chest, and Conrad's words about Walker resonated in your ears.

You run back to the campsite, the ambush had worked out, the rest of Walker's men were dead or prisoners and unarmed, only their Sargent was too stubborn to surrender and both him and Shukri were aiming at each other in the middle of the camp. Shukri with a shotgun and Walker with two pistols.

Again without thinking and with the adrenaline running through your veins you pointed your gun at him and order him to drop it. As all response he aimed one of his pistols at you.

"You can't win this" You said to him not backing off and looking James concerned face approaching, but he was not looking at you, all his attention seemed to be focus on Shukri.

"Oh I know that doctor, but I have a question for you, who will be faster? Me or this little idiot here who came to rescue his princess??"

Things happened in the fraction of a second and by the time you understand what have happened both men where in the ground.

In the moment Shukri nod to James and he jump to take you out of the line of fire, Walker shoot his guns missing you, but not Shukri, but he didn't miss either.

"Hey, hey Shukri man, come on" Mills said approaching pressuring the wound, you stood up and walk away from James who was breathing difficulty from the jump, but overall okay.

"Shukri, you win, he is dead, please don't give up now" You said now no longer holding on the tears.

"Tears? Isteri if I had known that this is what I needed to do I would have let someone shoot me long ago." He said holding your hand with almost no strength. "Captain Prince charming?" He called for James and he kneeled by his side respectfully "Anda menjaga isteri saya" You take care of my wife

"I will" James said solemnly, and Shukri nod, then he hold your hand tightly and then after one last breath he and a quiet smile to you he was gone.

After a couple minutes people dispersed and you could hear his men arranging how will they move him, but it was wrong and you couldn't yet set what had happened in your brain, after one hour you felt like if you keep looking long enough he will smile again and wake up to tease you and life will be normal again.

"It's time" James said but he didn't force you to stand, he only gave you his hand, and stood there waiting, after a minute that felt like an eternity you took his hand stand up, and then you let all your unspoken feelings to come out, about Randa, about Shukri, about watching him almost be beaten to death two days ago, you cried and cried and he simply hold you, even when his rib was probably killing him, even when you were nothing to him but a job, he keep holding you.

#kong skull island fanfiction #kong skull island #captain james conrad x reader #james conrad x reader #captain james conrad x you #james conrad imagine #captain james conrad #james conrad #reg slivko #glenn mills #joe reles #tom hiddleston

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flakk · 4 years

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RAID - XI

The Anglo-Saxon lay there in the uncomfortable bed that had been hastily made before the two rented the tavern room for the night, he lay there still processing the events from earlier that day. Fortunately, the tavern keeper was grateful enough to the two for defending his daughter that evening that he discounted the charge of the room by half; only charging them only 7£. Aksel, who lay in the same bed beside him, was sound asleep; his knees pulled up in the fetal position, his arms interwoven in front of his neck.

This was exactly what Braum had been trying to avoid every night since they fled from East Anglia. He knew it would happen, for it does every night. He would lay down to rest; let the sweet kiss of slumber come and take him. It was then that his mind began racing with every memory he had from that day; every little detail, every small unimportant movement, everything he could’ve done to save his mother, everything he didn’t do. Every possible result of that split-second just before the strike fell, every possible move he was too scared to make, ‘You could’ve pushed her to the side…’ his mind would taunt him, ‘You could’ve taken the blow in her stead… You could have done literally anything el-!’.

Braum shot upward in their bed, breathing erratically, eyes widened. Aksels head raised slightly before realizing his friend had moved and fallen back down on the pillow. “Sorry…” Braum said sheepishly as he turned his feet out from under the quilt, his friend hadn’t heard him. Braum rested his face in his hands exhaling defeatedly, a single tear fell down his right cheek. He had had enough, he suddenly stood, and began dressing. Aksels figure turned to look inquisitively at Braum, “I’ll return” he said, donning his tunics. Aksel replied, “Lagi...”, setting his head back down on the bed.

Braum had dressed and moved out of their room door. It creaked as the hinged groaned in the pain of being abused for years. He walked down the hallway lit dimly by the light of several candles spaced out just enough for one to see where they were stepping. The wood under his feet moaned with his every other step. His steps brought him to the top of the staircase leading up from the dining area of the tavern. The Saxon was already making his way down the steps when he overheard two people casually conversing, “-Ose two from the fight today? They’re not from round’ ‘ere.”, Braum’s footfalls ceased halfway down the staircase, “Oh?” the second voice encouraged.

There was a short pause and Braum began moving once again, once his feet felt the ground supporting the stairs he could see the tavern keeper peeking around the corner of the bar at him, “‘Ello!”. His voice suddenly much less sinister and intimidating, Braum responded, “Ello…”, the keeper’s sight lingered on Braum for a moment too long before he realized that he wasn’t going to tell him what he was doing. Braum held his gaze, showing that he wouldn’t be influenced by him. The keeper busied himself with washing the wooden utensils and Braum moved to the entrance to the tavern at a slightly faster pace.

There were a few patrons still seated outside the establishment carrying on and laughing as if they hadn’t a care in the world that the tavern was closed and all were meant to be asleep. Braum instinctively looked in their direction and they didn’t seem to notice until Braum heard from behind him, “Oi! Aren’t you the one from that brawl earlier?”. The young man turned to look at his new conversation partner, not breaking his pace away from the tavern, “Ne, that was another.”. “Was it now? Am I wrong fer thinkin you a part of it?”, the man asked, slurring the words in his question as he asked it. Braum turned his back to the man and shrugged his shoulders, showing that he was done with the conversation. His feet trodded along the sludgy European dirt beside the road. When he made his way further away from the tavern, he could see no sign of torchlight making its rounds up and down the street. ‘Perhaps this town has no night watch?’, he asked himself, he found that rather odd, ‘Should I’ve left Axe there alone? Ah, ‘es a big lad, ‘e’ll be a’right.’, he dismissed his concern.

It had been so long since Aksel had slept in his own bed. It was the most comfortable thing he’d slept on in months. His bliss was interrupted by an uncharacteristic chill invading his room when his nose scrunched up in recoil. He did this a few more times before opening his eyes ever so slightly. Upon gathering consciousness Aksel felt how cold the room actually was, it was that same chill from back in the forest, just before they had entered the town. His head moved lazily around to the end of his bed when he saw a figure standing in the corner of the room, just out of the reach of moonlight that shone through the window. “Bröm, hvað-...”, is all he managed to ask when the figure disappeared, halting his voice and widening his eyes. Aksel, frightened, looked around the room with haste, when his vision made it to his right side. A petite, pale, young woman stood before him, wearing a white lambskin, her eyes looked as if they’d seen one thousand horrors over the course of a hundred lifetimes. Though, her brow was furrowed in something that resembled concern.

Aksel threw the quilt off himself and leapt out of the bed on his left side, “Heilög helvíti!” he yelled in an attempt to at least frighten the intruder. Grabbing the first thing in his sight, which happened to be the candle that hung on the wall above him, he brandished it in his front like a rapier. “Viltu deyja?!?! Heh?!”, he yelled once more, waving his candle around like a weapon. The young woman held her hands up, attempting to calm down the Heathen when an irritated knock came at the door before it was flung open. A larger Anglo-Saxon man stood before the two, he stuck one hairy sausage-looking finger at Aksel and hissed, “Quiet down you fucking barbarian! Good folk are tryin to sleep!” violently. Aksel stood before him, candle raised when the door slammed back shut with a DONK.

The young man stood there, having yet to process what was happening around him. He stared through the door when he remembered why the man had entered; Aksel yelled, ‘Why did I yell?’ he asked himself. It clicked, ‘Anda!’ he remembered and looked over the rest of the room. But everything was as it should have been, he paused in uncertainty, further analyzing the enclosure. A drawn-out inhale followed by, “Sssshhhhhh… vinsamlegast ekki öskra, það er sárt í höfðinu á mér.” slithered into Aksels ear and he recoiled, the candle still in hand. He spat back into the empty room, “Hver er þetta?? Hvernig talar þú tungumálið mitt?”, there was a moment before a reply came, “Freyða. Ég er frá þínu heimili…”. Aksel collected himself, ‘Okay… Freyða, who speaks my tongue’.

Aksel could see the figure of the lovely young woman appear again sheepishly from seemingly thin air. Her hands fiddled behind her back, head held low, looking up at Aksel. He couldn’t help but imagine how beautiful the moonlight would’ve looked as it reflected off of the pure white lambskin she wore, though, the moonlight shone through her instead of rearranging itself to allow her existence. “Fyrirgefðu Úlf… Ég var ekki að reyna að hræða þig.’, she whispered to him. It sounded as if she stood directly in front of him but he could clearly see that she stood on the other side of the room. “Nei…”, Aksel found himself at a loss for words, stumbling over his apologies, “Nei ahhh… Allt er gott.”, Aksel tried to draw her wandering gaze to show her his smile. She saw his expression, but hers didn’t change. He sat on his bedside and patted his left hand beside him, inviting her to sit with him. She shyly moved over to his bedside and elegantly sat beside him.

Aksel, once again, didn’t know what to do. ‘Should I ask her why she’s here? What if she doesn’t know? Is she the one that calls me ‘Úlf’? Why? Could she be-”, his thoughts were cut off by his mouth asking, “Hvað ertu að gera hér, Freyða?”. He looked down at her, awaiting a response before moving his sight elsewhere. She eventually replied, “Ég er hér fyrir þig.” Aksel confirmed, “Fyrir mig?”, she looked up at him and slowly nodded. “Ég skil ekki-”, Aksel was cut off by the door to the room being opened again. His head shot up to see Braum standing in the doorway looking at him in question. “Were you talking to yourself there, Axe?” he asked, Aksel returned, “Ah, sometimes I do þat.” with a lighthearted chuckle. Upon looking once again, the Northman saw that Freyða had disappeared from the room entirely.

#raid #vikings #literature #short story #anglo saxon #old english #fiction #fictional #viking #raidernation #scandinavian #norse

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qisasqisasqisas · 5 years

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C10: I meeaan, ‘None of your Business’

Nerede kalmıştık?

S+J+E+YT: “Yeah right? What is it? / YT: “Adın sanın nedir gızım senin? İki oyna da şurada bir görelim nesin necisin.”

A: “mm…”

Öncelikle Yıldız ablanın son yorumunu dikkate almamaya çalışacağım belli ki fazla içmiş. Sonrasında bana doğru belertilmiş 4 çift gözü de yok sayacak olursam arkamı dönüp kulüpten çıkmış olmam çok da anormal sayılmaz. Tam o sırada kolumu tutan Jim gözümü gözümden alır.

J.M:” We need to talk.” der ama yüzü yere bakar utancından. Neden olduğundan emin olamam ama yine de sorarım nedenini.

A: “About what?”

J.M:” About Kevin.” der ve bir anda arkasından Ezra Miller çıkar. Bana el sallayarak,

E.M:” Hi.” der.

A: “Hi anan.” derim ben de istemsiz bir şekilde. Ezra’yla tokalaşıp yeni film projelerinden bahsetmeye başlarız. Jim arkamızdan gelir ve konuşmamızı böler.

J.M:”So assistant, what about we have some private time?” der kendisiyle beni göstererek.

A: “What?” Ezra bize bakıp biraz gücenir. Yazıktır çocuğa, sen bu Jim’e bakma.

A: “Why?” derim sonra da.

J.M: “Cause we need to talk about-”

E.M: “Kevin!” der gülerek. Ah be Ezra’cım, komik değilsin.

J.M: “No you jackass!”

A: “About what?”

Jim yanıma yaklaşır ve kulağıma o iki kelimeyi fısıldar.

J.M: “ Sherlock Holmes.” Sonra anlarım ki bu adam ciddidir.

A: “Are you serious?”

E.M: “Oh, what is it you’re talking?”

A + J.M:” None of your business.” dedikten sonra birbirimize bakıp güleriz. İçimizdeki tüm pis enerjiyi atacak kişiyi sonunda bulmuş olmanın mutluluğuyla yolumuza devam ederiz. Jim beni kolumdan tutar ve bir banka oturtur. Bir anda içini dökmeye ve bunca zaman nasıl Sherlock’la flörtleştiklerinden bahseder. Sherlock için Kraliçe’nin tahtına oturup tacını kafasına yerleştirmesinden ve sonra da onu ‘You should see me in a crown.’ kelimesiyle nasıl tahrik ettiğinden bahseder. Öte yandan John’dan dinlediğim kadarıyla bunlar tam tersi şekilde daha çok terör yaratması için planlanmış hareketlerdir. Fakat Jim’i dinleyince ikna olmadım da değil.

Jim bir süre sonra ceketinin iç cebinden bir şey çıkarır ve der ki,

J.M: “I bought this to look good to him.” der ve gözlüğünü gösterir ve gözlüğü takar bu havada.

J.M: “I think I’m in love with him assistant.” der ve bükülür, içine çekilir ve utanır hatta bu dediğinden.

Ben de onu teselli etmek istercesine,

A: “No, no that’s totally normal. Everyone finds him charming.” Jim o sırada bana bakar ve gözlüğünü çıkarır.

J.M: “What the fuck do you mean? Do you also love him?” der tehditkar bir biçimde.

A: “No you got me wrong! I mean everyone around me really likes him and to be honest his looks are-”

J.M: “I don’t want to hear anymore! I cannot deal with another Woman.”��

A: “That’s very rude.” derim ciddi anlamda kırılmış bir şekilde.

J.M: “If you knew what I meant you wouldn’t be saying that you peasant!” der ve yere tükürüp banktan kalkar. Ben orada kalakalırım ve Jim gözden uzaklaşınca yanıma Ezra gelir.

A: “Bi’ sen eksiktin aq problemlisi.” derim kısık sesle.

E.M: “Hello again. We didn’t meet properly. I’m-”

A: “Ezra Miller. We all know.”

E.M: “So what’s your name?”

Arkadaşlar şunu bir açıklığa kavuşturalım, ben adımı falan söylemek istemiyorum çünkü adım yok. Kim böyle bir iddia attıysa ortaya vatan ha-”

J: “We need your help assistant.” diye hemen araya girer John Watson abim koşarak ve yalpalayarak. Ağzı içkiden keçi götüne dönmüş bir şekilde konuşur.

A: “What happened?”

J: “Sherlock is terribly drunk and he tells me I’m drunk but I know he is the drunk.”

A: “So you aren’t?”

J: “I meeeaan, I may have had a few shots and-”

A: “I saw you were having your fourth shot when I came. Then you drank with us and I’m sure you drank Sherlock’s beer too.”

J: “Well in a small amount of time, you got me very straight. Like an arrow.”

A: “What?”

J: “I mean just come inside and help me carry him.”

Ezra’yı unuttuk sanmayın bu arada.

J: “Who’s that smelling your hair?” der John Ezra’yı göstererek.

A: “What?” derim ve dehşet içinde çekilip Ezra’ya bakarım.

A: “Did you just smell my hair?”

E.M: “I didn’t mean to but it was so- it was... It smelled clean. Which I’ve never been able to.”

A: “Oh, yes I heard you didn’t wash but is it true? Really?”

E.M: “I meeaan, someone needs to save the world right?”

A+J: “And you thought it’s you?”

E.M: “Why not? Is there a problem with it?”

A: “I meeeaan, yes there is but we’re not going to talk about it in this chapter Ezra. Maybe eleventh or twelth, which one you’d prefer?”

E.M: “I like the sound of a good old twelve.”

A: “Okay then, if you excuse us.” der ve olmayan şapkamı çıkarıp eğilip ekürim alkolik John Watson’la bara geri döneriz.

J: “By the way, Sherlock wants to go to Jim’a apartment so I need your help with that.”

A: “You tell this now?”

J: “Don’t judge me.” der ve birlikte güle oynaya Sherlock, Jim, Yıldız Tilbe ve Elva’nın olduğu masaya gideriz.

J: “So guys, I brought the man!” Ne diyor bu adam gerçekten anlamı-

S: “You meant woman?” der Sherlock. Gerçekten Sherlock John’dan daha ayıktır neden abartıyorsun John? Sherlock Jim’le aşna fişna yapacak diye paçan tutuştu demi? Neyse bakalım durumlar nedir ona göre çıkma izni veririm Sherlock’a.

J.M: “Hello dickhead.” diyerek selamlar beni Jim’ciğim sağolsun aile terbiyesinden asla ödün vermez. Bense Sherlock’a dönüp ne içtiğini sorarım. Small talk’tan deep issue’lara geçeceğizdir diye umarım.

A: “What are you drinking?”

J.M: “None of your business.”

A: “I just asked him what he’s having maybe I’ll order that too.”

S: “He’s right, it’s none of your business.” der Sherlock da. Ben John’a bakıp sinirlerimi tutmaya çalışırım ama John elini omzuma koyup,

J: “We are all having none of your business tonight.” der ve bardan kokteyli alıp diğerlerininkiyle tokuşturur.

J.M: “The name of the cocktail is ‘none of your business’ you peasant bitch!”

S: “Hey, Jim please don’t be harsh on her.”

A: “Thanks mister Holmes but I think I can defend myself-”

S: “I didn’t mean to be nice or save you from this man, I just said what is obvious and don’t forget that when we head home I’ll make you cry like a baby and make you return to your home!”

A: “Oha be. Gel bir de ağzıma sıç istersen. Ben işi bıraksam mı n’apsam tam bu noktada?”

E: “Aşkım lütfen kendine gel ve sinirlerine hakim ol. Sen onlardan daha güçlüsün ve bu kadar bölüm boyunca bu saçmalıkları yazıp bunlara katlandın. Derin bir nefes alıyoruz, dört saniye boyunca. Sonra üç saniye tutuyoruz, beş saniyede de üflüyoruz. Hep birlikte. All together children!” der ve ellerini kaldırıp hepimize nefes egzersizi yaptırmaya başlar. Bu işin sonu nereye gidecek diye merak ediyorum ama çok da umrumda değil gibi sonuçta kafama ne gelirse yazıyorum.

E: “So everyone is okay? Are we more calm?”

J: “I feel dizzy.”

S: “It’s like weed.”

J.M: “I have coke in my house in case you’re interested Sherlock.”

S: “Oh shut up. I know it’s powdered sugar Jim.”

J.M: “Still, the same effect if you shove it in your nose.”

S: “Well thanks but I have prescription for that.” der ve John’u gösterir. Jim’in suratı binbir parça olur ve kokteylini kafasına dikip hızla kalkar. Son kez arkasına döner ve Sherlock’a seslenir.

J.M: “You’ll regret this eşkiya.” Elva’yı yanımda bir gülme krizi tutar.

A: “Niye gülüyon?”

E: “Hep bunu yapmak istemişti de ondan gülüyorum. Çok tatlı ya gidip yanaklarını sıkacağım.” der ve Jim’in arkasından gidip yanaklarını sıkmaya çalışır yürürken. Jim de,

J.M: “Yapme yeağ...” gibi sesler çıkararak uzaklaşır bardan. O sırada Sherlock sinir bozucu bir şekilde bana bakar.

S: “Do you enjoy what you have done?”

A: “What have I done?” derim ve yumruklarımı hazırlarım. Belli ki birileri dayak istiyordur.

S: “I mean, you could’ve told me about your feelings. I would be less hard on you then.”

A: “What?”

J: “Assistant, even though we don’t know your name, I would allow you to feel that way to Sherlock.”

A: “What are you talking about?”

J: “We understand that he’s irresistible and-”

S: “You are not on my league.”

A: “What? I still can’t get what you’re talking about.”

S: “Don’t play the dumb even if we know that you are, BUT just admit it. You love me.”

A: “What?”

S: “I meeean, it’s hard to not love me but-”

A: “I agree with Greg, you are blind and stupid.”

S: “What? George said that I’m stupid? I am?”

A: “He didn’t, I added that. He just said that you are blind.”

J: “I agree on that Sherlock. You may be so bloody blind sometimes.”

S: “Oh! So you all decided to criticize me! Well I’m out and had enough of your bullshit. Especially you John!” der ve bardan çıkar.

Y.T: “Ben bir arkasından gideyim yalnız hissetmesin çocuk.”

A: “A bi de emzir be Yıldız abla.”

Y.T: “Ay kız yok. O ileride çocuğumuz olunca.” dedikten sonra masadaki shotlardan ikisini alıp dışarı çıkar.

A: “Yine biz bize kaldık iyi mi?”

J: “What?”

A: “Here we are again.”

J: “WE HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE?”

A: “Why are you yelling?”

J: “I mean, I felt like I know this place but-”

A: “We’ve never been here, or just I have never been doc. So if you’ll excuse me I’ll have a beer.”

J: “Oh no, I’ll buy. Since you have a heartbreak, let me do this at least.”

Şimdi amcacım heartbreak’im yok ama beleş içkiye de hayır demem.

A: “Okay.” der ve amcamı bara yollarım. Elinde iki yarımlık birayla gelir ve oturur.

J: “So tell me, what’s your story?”

E bu biraz geç bir soru olmadı mı? Keşke beni işe almadan önce sorsaydın John’cuğum.

A: “Suddenly you are sober, aren’t you doc?”

J: “Well, I meeean-”

A: “Please don’t mean anything. Just admit that you played us.”

J: “I mean- But I really mean, yes I did. But for the sake of Sherlock.”

A: “And your love life with him. Now he’s with Yıldız.”

J: “She’s harmless. Also no equal to me.”

A: “Or Jim.”

J: “Are you trying to make me mad?”

A: “No. Just telling the truth.” der ve gülerek biramı içerim. Az mı çektim ben, biraz da siz çekin anacım.

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