#sorry for the long wait ill try not to goof off as much when it comes to arcs

[nocofamilyau]

man how messed up is he? (3/24)

[brandonduhaimes]

Love you more

Gif credits to owner!

Pairing: Kirill x gn reader

Length: 2.3k

Authors note: im sorry this one took so long! Requested.

"Y/n you will find a new guy he will be so good to you and it will all work out for you its just that we don't." Your now ex boyfriend had just broke your heart into so many pieces that you weren't sure they would ever be put back together.

"Just get out Jamie, I don't need a whole sob story on how great I am after you dump me. Ill leave your stuff in a box that you can pick up outside on monday."

With that you ushered him out of the house before collecting a bottle of wine from the fridge and heading back to your couch. With that you decided your best move currently was to watch the wild game. You had promised Kirill that you would watch it and you intended to keep it.

You were able to block out the feelings as you watched the boys play, enjoying their three point lead and all the smiles on the bench as they goof off.

A wild game later Kirill texted you that he was on the way back to your shared apartment. Knowing that he was on the way back made you feel a little better as you knew he would be around to help but that didn't make the tears stop falling.

When Kirill walked in 20 minutes later followed by Zuccy, Dumba and Boldy and saw you on the couch crying he immediately kicked them out. While they were going celebrate the win Kirill had decided you were more important.

Zuccy gave you an apprehensive look before ushering the two younger ones out the door. As they left you could hear quiet mumbles of "I hope they are okay" and "feel better y/n." Before you could mutter out a thank you the door softly shut behind Mats.

As the door shut Kirill made his way to the couch plopping down onto it. "Whats up dorogája?" (Sweetheart) The simple question just made the tears fall faster.

"Can I give you a hug?" He asked trying to get any words out of you to slow down your breathing and take your mind off of whatever was troubling you.

You nod slowly and Kirill moves to wrap his arms around you while slowly rubbing your back. You collapsed onto his shoulder and cried while he quietly sang songs to you in Russian. While you had very little of an idea of what he was singing it comforted you. He always knew exactly what you needed.

After you had composed yourself a little you let him know what had happened. "Jamie broke up with me today and now I'm not sure what to do," you sniffled quietly.

Kirill's eyes widened as you spoke and he immediately went into protective mode. "What can I do to help? Oh wait I have an idea." He got up and started to look for the remote to the tv running around like a goofball and getting a small chuckle out of you.

After he finally found the remote he sat down on the couch and put on Lilo and stitch. He smiled knowing it was your favorite movie, and pulled you into his side again. You smiled and curled up onto the couch as he pulled a blanket onto the two of you.

You spent the rest of the night watching Disney movies and and searching the pantry for easy snacks. Kirill had opted to put the wine bottle back in the fridge since you hadn't opened it. After you had helped him through his last breakup he knew that it would only make things worse currently.

You cried a little every once in a while but hoped Kirill didn't notice as you felt bad for burdening him with this.

You really cared about him and while you loved Jamie it wasn't the way that you felt for Kirill. He had been there for everything the last few years. Your first fight with Jamie, graduation, when you finally got your first job in your field and he had promised to be there on your wedding day. He was the one who was there when you woke up and when you fell asleep.

He was always there to listen and you tried to he there for him just as much. Every regular season game, every group outing with the boys (who almost forgot you weren't a part of the team at times), and every playoff game possible. You would drop everything to be around for him if you could. You didn't want him to leave you more than anything.

What you hadn't realized though was that Kirill was livid. Not at you but at Jamie for being able to hurt you, he knew that he would have treated you so much better and that you deserved everything you ever wanted.

He loved you.

He had always loved you and now that he had the chance he was going to fight for you.

He watched the tears slowly stop as you began to fall asleep on his shoulder, exhausted from the last few hours.

At this point Kirill looked at the time reading 12:30 am. He knew that you had work in the morning so he got up and carried you down the hallway to your bedroom, and laid you gently on your bed.

He then went out and grabbed the blanket from the couch to put on top of you so he didn't have to make you wake up to pull the covers up. After he had you all tucked in he gave you a light kiss on the forehead before whispering to no one but himself, "I love you y/n you deserve so much better."

He then wandered down the hallway to his own bedroom and got himself ready for bed before laying down and slowly falling asleep.

When you woke up snow was falling outside, checking your work group chat you saw that your job was closed for the day due to an issue with something in the shop. At first you were excited to have a day off but then you remembered the events that had taken place last night. Opting to continue to lay in bed for a while you grabbed your phone once again and turned on tiktok scrolling through your for you page.

After a little while you heard the faint noise of feet padding down the hallway towards your door. It was soon followed by gentle knock. "Y/n," Kirill whispered through the door.

"Come in," you sighed and he silently opened the door and made his way over to you.

"You're going to be late for work you should probably get up," he giggled looking at your slight bedhead knowing that he would maybe get fought if he wasn't careful.

"They closed the shop so I don't work today, so I have more time to wallow in self pity. What are your plans for the day?"

Kirill frowned at this and decided that today he was not going to let you sit inside. He quickly got up and ran out of the room with a huge smile on his face.

"I wonder whats on his mind," you muttered to yourself before deciding to go get a cup of coffee.

You got up and walked into Kirill's room thinking he might be in there. When he wasn't you decided to steal one of his hoodies and headed towards the kitchen.

Once you reached the kitchen you could hear the clattering of pans and quiet swearing as Kirill tried to make breakfast.

You smiled to yourself as you turned the corner watching Kirill whisk together pancake batter. You then walked all the way into the kitchen and started the Keurig.

"Good morning!" Kirill says cheerily and you smile in response.

"What are you making?" You ask him and he scratches his head.

"I was trying to make pancakes but the batter is all lumpy and I can't fix it." He sighs and you giggle a little bit before coming over to inspect the batter.

"You just need to add a little bit more water and you should be good." You respond taking the bowl to the sink and adding the water before whisking the batter together.

"Thank you." He says and begins heating up the stove.

You smile at his effort and finished making your coffee and making one for him as well.

Kirill kept working at the pancakes. As he finished he set two plates up for both of you. He then set the table and got plates dished up.

As you sat down at the table he began to fidget with his hands in anticipation. "Hurry we have stuff to do today!" He smiles brightly making you laugh.

"What do we have to do?" You ask and he smiles.

"I can't answer that but I have the day off to so expect some fun." You smile at his effort and finish your pancakes and coffee quickly before getting ready to go.

Kirill met you at the front door dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice t shirt. He smiled at you before dragging you out the door to his car.

He drove you to the downtown area and you walked around looking at all of the small shops. The two of you window shopped and joked around while the cars flew by around you.

As you continued on you passed a small pet shop. Kirill had been wanting a dog for a while now so you smiled at him and went inside.

You looked around the small shop for a while playing with the kittens and puppies in the open play pens. You noticed that most of the puppies were really playful but Kirill had one that was taking a nap on his lap curled up in a little ball.

You smiled at him before asking, "is that the one?"

"He's only the one if you agree to it. Im going to need help taking care of him while I'm gone and I think it would keep you busy when I'm gone," he replied.

"I think you should get him he is so adorable." You smile and Kirill looks to the owner of the shop to start the transaction.

The two of you walked around the pet shop picking out toys treats and food. He made his way over to the collars and the two of you decided on a light blue collar. As you made your way up to the register he grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly.

The two of you held hands through the rest of the pet shop falling into a comfortable silence while paying for the puppy and all of the extras. After paying you and Kirill dropped hands to grab all of the bags. "What should we name him?" Kirill asked, and you thought for a moment.

"What do you think of Winston?" You ask and he smiles at you.

"I love it."

You made your way to the car and then Kirill led you to a park to let Winston play outside for a little bit before going home. As you walked through the park with the little golden retriever he smiled and all you could think was that he looked ethereal in the sun.

He let Winston off the leash for a little bit to run around. The puppy played hard and chased Kirill around the small clearing in the park. As Kirill ran you couldn't help but laugh as he ran pretending to be terrified of the small animal chasing him.

You moved to grab your phone to take pictures of the two of them playing around in the field before being crashed into by Kirill as he was busy trying to keep the puppy from getting tangled in his legs.

The two of you landed on the ground with a thud before bursting out laughing as Winston immediately tried to grab Kirill's beanie off his head. You smiled and Kirill quickly re leashed him and you continued on your journey.

You found yourself reaching for his hand and he reciprocated gently holding it and smiling at you. As you walked you made small talk and goofed around. While you walked you couldn't help but think about the future.

Would he want the same things as you? A whole world of possibilities ahead of the two of you and you had no idea if he was interested in any of it.

As you were thinking Kirill stopped. Both you and Winston turned to look at him slightly confused.

"Y/n?" He asks "I know that this might be too early for this but, I need you with me forever. I cant bare to watch you get your heart broken again by someone who doesn't really care. I need you to be in my life and I'm more than willing to wait if you need time but I love you-"

He froze as you pressed your lips to his. It felt as though the world was stopping to wait for you. You pulled away and he moved his hands to your waist pulling you into a hug and squeezing as if he could never let you go again.

"I love you more Kirill. I couldn't imagine the future without you." He smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek.

When you finished Kirill was bright red and he had a big toothy grin plastered on.

"Can we go home and have a movie day?" You ask and he smiles and nods before latching your hands together.

"For the record I love you way more Y/n" he responds making his way to the car.

As you make your way in you stop to wonder how you got so lucky. You looked forward to the future and all you could see was a great outlook. "I don't think that's possible Kirill. I will always love you more."

[ipsomaniac]

knackered. went up to cambridge yesterday to visit j’s dad, who has (under fairly traumatic circumstances) now been moved into the care home where he may well spend the rest of his life. it was really tough. i was expecting to feel secondhand sadness - hurting for j and j’s family - but instead i am directly grieving for mike.

mike is a lovely man. before the alzheimer’s progressed, he was a magnificent guitarist. he could litigate in 3 languages. he was an amazing photographer. and he was, and still is, a real gem of a person, very kind, always goofing around. even now that he is mostly incoherent in conversation, his instinct is always to try and gesture towards a joke.

he started exhibiting symptoms of alzheimer’s in his late 50s/early 60s but wasn’t formally diagnosed until about 5 years ago. he is now a wiry 72 year old - not as fit as he used to be but basically physically healthy and mobile. he could conceivably live another decade.

seeing him in that care home... god. even a nice care home is still a care home, it has the dreadful scenes of decrepit old people gormlessly gathered around daytime television, silent communal mealtimes, the faint whiff of piss in the hallways, the glimpses through doors of an aged figure lying in bed garbling to herself. mike, upright, mobile, healthy, sticks out like a sore thumb. the awful thing is that this is the nice care home. the first place he went to, last week, was apparently much worse. here, the care staff are friendly and familiar; there’s a narrow garden area that wraps around the home, with plenty of outside seating. the narrative is meant to be: after all the trauma of the past few weeks, after all the instability in the care situation, finally we have found the right place for him. finally we can rest easy in the knowledge that he’s in a good place.

but he’s not stupid. he’s got dementia but he knows where he is and he has a subjective experience that you have to take seriously. it is easier when someone is so far gone that you can’t empathise and you can let yourself off the hook from imagining yourself in their place, but no such respite with him. he has interiority, he has desires and he clearly states them: “i want to get out of this place”. and there’s nothing you can say. i know. im sorry. you have been buried alive. you have been trapped in a pocket dimension. you are looking down the barrel of years of empty hours, eking out your time in this futureless holding cell. this place was built to house people when they have not yet died but there is no longer a place for them in the world of the living. you are waiting to die; there is nothing to disguse this fact; it may take a very, very, very long time. your illness has made you lonely; now you will reach new depths of loneliness. there will be a stream of visitors in the early days but it will slow to a trickle. i wish i could break you out of here. if i were you i would want to die rather than be forced to live through such torture. but you do not have that choice. you have no choices left to make. im so sorry.

my mind keeps gnawing at it; what is he doing now? what is he feeling now? how does he while away his hollow hours? he is eating his meal in silence, surrounded by decrepit strangers. he finishes his meal; now what? perhaps he wanders around the ugly hallways aimlessly for a while and then settles in front of the tv in absence of any other obvious source of stimulation. perhaps he wanders into his cramped little room overlooking the business park. and then... i run out of ideas. there’s so little to fill his time. somehow he exists until it is time to lie down to sleep in his narrow uncomfortable-looking medical cot and then he sleeps until he must wake and endure all this nothing again tomorrow. i am so miserable contemplating this, so i seek stimulation where i may: i hug my partner and talk with him, go for a walk in the open air, read, write, blob on my computer. and as i do these things i am all too aware that none of these options are available for him. he has so little to cushion the hard blankness of time.

i am grieving for the half life he must live, but i am also so angry that it has come to this. mike is physically healthy, does not require intimate or medical care but basically just needs full-time babysitting - you wouldn’t think it would be impossible to sort out live-in care for him, or find some way to enable him to live in the world. but it’s not. clare has exhausted her options and the right care just isn’t available. instead she must pay a fortune to shut him away - as if this is a privilege! i dont have a good way to end this. i hope he is tired and sleeps quickly.

[purplekiwis]

The Bar (PART 5 of CEO!Harry having a crush on adorable and chubby Y/N)

You can read:

PART 1; PART 2; PART 3; PART 4

ahh okay -- i'm really sorry for keeping my ceo pals waiting for so long!! 🥲 i'm very nervous posting this for some reason, but i still hope you guys like it.

Harry was out.

Really out – not just out of his goddamn mind, although that is partly the reason why he decided on sending a message to his friends’ group chat asking if anyone was down to go to this one bar they had been trying to get him to go to for weeks.

He was hoping the social lubricant of a night out would help him relax… and keep him from going bonkers from self-hatred and loneliness at home, since after that whole fiasco in the elevator with Y/N Harry hasn’t been able to think of anything else. Any time he shuts his eyes his brain reenacts the whole scene - over and over. It’s infuriating! Like a scratched DVD that keeps freezing on the same sad movie part... and unfortunately unlike a TV set, Harry can't simply turn off his brain with a remote.

He could always turn it off with alcohol, loud music and chit chat between friends, however...

Or so he thought, until he realized his eyes roamed the bar way too often for someone who was supposedly interested in taking part in the conversation about the best cruiser bike of the year.

He tells himself that he's just watching the crowd and not searching for anyone in particular… which is a half-lie at best, because Harry’s reached the conclusion that he’s been doing that a lot lately... no matter when or where.

He does it everywhere.

All the time.

Hoping that maybe- just maybe he’ll spot a pair of familiar bright eyes, soft lips, pronounced curves…

“Harry, mate. Are you listening?” Harry’s friend, Beck, elbowed his arm. Hard enough to make the ice inside his drink tinkle against the walls of the glass held in his hand. “Wouldn’t you like to tap that?” The friend asked, head-signaling to a tanned skinned blonde who had just approached the bar.

She was tall, voguish, and her body looked to be in nice shape… great even. Harry couldn’t see her face too well from where he sat, but her profile looked pretty under the spinning lights, and so did her hair - wrapped in a slick ponytail that would be perfect for pulling during sex… if she was into that, of course.

Something is telling Harry that he has seen this girl somewhere before though… she looks rather familiar to him.

Had he taken her home at some point?

It’s a possibility…

Had it been a while ago, this girl would’ve checked out all of Harry’s figurative boxes... but unfortunately, the new Harry has developed an annoyingly particular taste.

He’s done with the arm candies. He wants something substantial.

He hates himself for it, but he can't resist making a dozen comparisons inside his head. This girl is pretty, yes… but she’s not Y/N. She’s not as delightful to look at – it’s not a physical thing. That’s part of it, yes – but Harry’s lust-driven eye fucking days are long gone. Now he takes much more interest in witnessing other types of things Y/N does. Things he considers to be effortlessly cute, like how she usually puts her hair up with the hair clip clasped in her teeth… or how her nose scrunches mid-smile when she’s goofing around with her coworkers.

“She’s pretty.” Harry said, once he finally snapped out of it and realized his friends were still waiting for his verdict on the blonde. “Can’t say the same about her belt though… fake as can be.”

“What?! Oh mate… c’mon now. Don’t give me that.” Beck snorts a laugh, like he's amused and displeased by Harry's answer at the same time. “Is that really what you’re choosing to comment on? Her fuckin’ belt?”

An annoyed frown took over Harry’s features. “It’s a pet peeve, alright? Leave it.” He replied ill-humoredly.

“How can you even tell it’s a fake, anyway?” Asked Fred, who was sitting across from the two friends with his back to the scene.

Harry narrowed his eyes, a little annoyed by his skepticism. “Does that look like a $450 belt to you? Covered in fuckin’ glitter chunks?” Harry growled, while his friend adjusted his position on the bar stool to try and sneak an inconspicuous glance behind. “It’s a Gucci dupe, or well… an attempt. Calling that a dupe would be outrageous.”

Beck let out a frustrated groan, sloping back on his chair with his fingers crossed behind his neck. “So now for you to get with a girl she has to wear real Gucci too? Fuck me, Styles… you’re getting choosier and choosier by the day…”

Harry huffed. “You’re missing the whole point.” He spoke, still annoyed. “It’s not the fact that she’s wearing a dupe belt. I don't give a shit what brand of clothes she wears, it's the bad taste that’s putting me off.” With that, he took his glass to his mouth. Tossing back a swig of his drink and allowing the liqueur rest on his tongue for a moment.

Harry’s already regretting coming. He should’ve stayed at home, ‘cause he’d probably feel much better alone in his misery than he did there - sitting on a small stool with no back support, enduring endless boring conversations… and now also having to cope with Beck screaming in his face to “Look at her… really look at her” with his booze-smelling breath that never fails to make Harry's nose twist up a little.

Only Harry was already looking…

Just not at who his friend thought he was.

She had materialized out of nowhere in his field of vision, it seemed. One second it was just the blonde by the counter, the next Y/N was there too… right next to the other girl and cocking her head to the side to better hear what was being said in her ear. The liquor Harry had taken to his mouth earlier slobbered down his chin, that had gone slack from surprise.

He muttered a curse and ignored his friends’ teasing, wiping his jaw and the fresh stain in his crotch the best he could.

Y/N was in a dress. Silky satin contrasting beautifully with her skin tone and the knotted strappy sandals she paired it with.

Holy fuckballs.

She looked stunning.

Harry thought he was hallucinating for a moment… until the blonde turned and headed for a table in the corner, where a couple more girls were sat. He managed to get a good glimpse of her face then, and there he realized just where he was recognizing her from.

She was one of the girls he had seen on Y/N's Instagram picture.

His eyes darted back to the bar.

Y/N was alone now - elbows resting on the counter and eyes vaguely focused on the large number of bottles displayed in front of her, waiting for the bartender to finish making her drink.

Harry couldn’t not go there and strike a conversation... this is the opportunity he’s been waiting for weeks!

But he’s also legitimately terrified...

He’s a mess. The adrenaline is rushing through his body, making his face feel hot and his palms sweaty. He’s racking his brain to come up with a suitable conversation topic, but all he can drum up are terribly cheesy pick-up lines and small talk clichés. And yes, he could always go for something work related... but wouldn’t that be counterproductive? Considering that the bridge between work and leisure is the exact one he’s aiming to cross?

The prospect of her being stood back by him sends prickles up his spine.

He really doesn’t want to make a fool of himself… what is only amping up his anxiety and making him second guess himself. Which is annoying because Harry has never been one to shy away from introducing himself to a beautiful stranger at a bar… but this was different. Y/N wasn’t just some stranger. And he didn’t want to make things awkward by approaching her out of the office while she’s having a drink with friends or worse, come off as an egomaniacal prick who takes advantage of his big boss position to get his vulnerable new employees into bed with him. He’s not that kind of guy.

Never was.

Never was going to be.

Harry still berates himself for being a wuss once more before he finally resents to downing the rest of his drink in one gulp. He hates that he ordered cream liqueur instead of something stronger, like whiskey, that could have given him a bit more liquid courage… but there was nothing he could do now. There was no spirit in his cup... he was going to have to work-up the spirit himself.

“I’m gonn’ go get a refill.” Harry spat as he rose from his stool suddenly, relying on the outburst of adrenaline sending tingles from his head down to his toes. Albeit from the moment he started making his way past the people and tables, Harry was already cursing himself for allowing his legs to be ruled by his hot head… because now he had to go through with this stupid idea. Shit, what was he even going to say?

Think, think, think.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Casually, bit by bit, he settled himself next to her on the counter - making sure to leave the courteous buffer stool in between like any gentleman should.

He took a deep, slow breath - feeling self-aware of the signs of nervousness his body was exuding. They must have been palpable to other people too since the bartender came to ask for his order right as he started feeling twitchy.

Y/N hadn’t noticed him yet, which was good he supposed… it gave him the chance to glance at her briefly, what led him to the realization that her body had naturally tilted towards him, although she was distracted on her phone. And now Harry was in a bit of a predicament...

Part of him wants to take chance of her distraction to keep staring, 'cause she looks mesmerizing like that, and he doesn't get to watch her this up close often… but the other part of him is fully aware that the moment she raises her head she's going to be met with her boss giving her the heart eyes - and that's not entirely ideal...

Grudgingly, Harry forces his head to turn forward and focuses on what the bartender is doing instead. His eyes feel strained having to keep away from her, but he knows he can’t look a second time ‘cause there's a risk he might not muster the will to look away again. “Wow, that’s… bright.” He speaks out of surprise, once he witnesses the guy pour a vibrant turquoise drink from the shaker onto an ice-stacked rocks glass. He hadn’t planned to say it, the words simply left his mouth right as his eyes spotted blue where they were expecting to see anything but that.

Harry’s comment caught Y/N’s attention, prompting her gaze to lift from her phone and focus on what was happening over the counter and then finally, on the guy standing beside her. “Mr. Styles!” She choked, visibly startled. “I- uh, I really wasn’t expecting to see you there.” Harry's chance to respond was cut short by the bartender who set Y/N's drink down on the counter, now looking even bluer than before.

Upon noticing Harry, Y/N tensed up, which in turn only made him that much more nervous... if that was even a possibility. “I promise I don't normally drink if I have work the next day... I'm a very responsible drinker, and tonight is a big exception.”

“No please, don’t justify yourself to me… whatever you choose to do in your free time has no bearing on my regard for you as a professional.” Harry says, before he shrugs one shoulder comically. “But again, I’d be a bit of a dick if I said otherwise taken the circumstances, wouldn’t I?”

And she giggles – it’s genuine and cute, and stuffs Harry’s belly full of happy butterflies because he was the one who brought it out of her. “It was you who said it, not me Mr. Styles.” Y/N smiles, taking a sip of her drink. He can tell her eyes are already a bit glazed over, and it makes him wonder how she’s getting back home… and wish he could drive her himself, just so he could make sure she got there safe.

“You don’t have to call me Mr. Styles.” He says through a chuckle. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, everyone calls me Harry.”

She turned a little flustered with the revelation. “Oh um, I’m sorry Mr. Harry. I didn’t know that…”

“Harry. Just Harry.” He corrected. “There’s nothing wrong with Mr. Styles, it’s just… way too formal.” - Especially coming from someone I have a huge crush on, Harry wants to add but doesn’t. Although he still wonders what she would’ve said if he did. The options are limitless, he realizes once his mind starts reeling with them… and what he also realizes, is that he’s been staring at Y/N in silence for a beat too long.

“So um…” He starts a little awkwardly. “What made you come out tonight? Since you don’t usually…”

That's not a very elusive question, is it?

Harry once read in Cosmopolitan that girls like it when a guy seems interested in finding out more about their lives.

He sincerely hopes whoever wrote that knew what they were doing…

“Um… well,” She glanced behind and Harry followed her gaze, landing on the group of girls he’d already spotted before. “See that girl in the black dress? That’s my friend Louise. Basically, she called for a girls night just so she wouldn’t stay home wallowing over this guy who broke up with her in the same text where he asked if he could still use her Netflix account. His name is Brody, but we call him Mr. Chocolate Body Spray. She doesn't know though, so you can’t tell her.”

Harry tries his hardest to stifle a laugh and fails miserably, but Y/N doesn’t seem put off by his reaction - she seems quite amused by it, in fact. “You're quite the tattler when you drink, I see... and I’m sorry, about your friend. I’m sure she deserves better... a decent guy wouldn’t do that.”

“I know! It’s what we’ve all been telling her.” Y/N sighs, stirring her drink with the straw for a moment before her beautiful, long lashed eyes focused on Harry again. “And I know I'm talking a lot. I kind of forgot you were my boss and that I always got to be good around you.”

“Always got to be good around you’”

Her most-likely innocent words float around Harry’s dirty mind, prompting a wave of goosebumps to ripple along the skin of his arms. He swallows in dry, before taking his glass to his mouth. “Is that so?”

PART 6 👀

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[tastyykpop]

hii! can i request a jeno very angsty scenario where its his s/o and his anniversary but he forgets abt it bc the dreamies wanted to go to an amusement park and then the managers took his phone so when he comes home his s/o and him get into a fight and they dont talk to each other but she always goes their dance practices since his s/o is so used to taking care of him and he gets sad bc his s/o doesn't look at him at all and he's tired because since he's so stressed with the cbs he just wants love but he knows he's wrong and they make up and stuff:) I'm sorry if this is long! you dont have to do it if you dont want to:)<3

a/n: jdjsjsjsj thanks for this beefy request it was fun to write :)

[sᴀʟᴛʏ]

𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥,ƒℓυƒƒ

Sitting on your bed, you wondered when your boyfriend was coming home. After texting him where he was and wondering when he'd come pick you up to celebrate your guy's anniversary, youd started losing hope seeing as he never answered or bothered reading them. You knew jeno to always answer after just one second but it was like he was ignoring you.

Furious and heartbroken, you threw your phone on at the other side of the bed and decided to just take off the dress you were going to surprise him in. It was his favorite color too. A deep shade of blue silk, comfortable and cute yet still appropriate enough to wear at the fancy restaurant you guys were planning on going to. But those plans were thrown out the window quickly once you noticed how late it was.

"Why do men?" your eyes rolled as you moved in your bed, trying to get comfy.

"Why do men what?" You shot up in the bed from the sound of jenos voice as it basically frightened you back to reality. He was so quiet, you didn't even hear him walk through the door.

"Its about time you showed up." Jeno raised an eyebrow at your sudden aggression, not knowing why you were suddenly angry at him. He thought you'd be excited to see him.

"Woah why are you getting mad at me?" He questioned as he started changing out of his work clothes and into his pajamas.

You grit your teeth. How could he forget this special day that only comes once a year? "Did you forget what day it is?"

Jeno cocked his head to the side, "Um...Tuesday?" He really was clueless on where you were going with this, but your face made him realize he was missing something.

"Jeno..." your head fell into your hands, your boyfriend sat next to you in the bed, still wondering what he was missing and why it was on the tip of his tongue, "Our anniversary, you missed our damn anniversary."

The boys eyes bugged, he knew he missed something and the whole day he couldn't figure it out. He had been so stressed with the recent comeback and the upcoming one that even something as simple as an anniversary date slipped his mind.

God, he felt so bad just thinking how excited you probably were today to go out with him and enjoy your guy's day together, but because of him, your day was long gone and passed up.

"No wait, that was today!? Babe I'm so sorry, I was with the dreamies at the amusement park and I didn't have my phone with me because my manager took it and-" jeno stopped mid sentence before noticing he still didn't have his phone and forgot to get it back from his manager. He messed up bad today.

"You could've told me beforehand you were doing something with dream, although I still wouldn't have appreciated you missing our anniversary, but at least you wouldve told me where you went." You showed your annoyance by rolling over in bed, ignoring jeno.

Jeno growled at his sudden frustration, he already apologized and explained himself why are you still mad? "You know what? At least I told you what the hell I was doing and why I couldn't respond. Yeah I missed the anniversary, but you know what? Its just the fucking time of year we started dating, the day will come again."

"So what you're telling me is you don't care about the day we started dating? Whatever I'm not in the mood to argue right now." You never turned to look at jeno once you finished talking, needless to say you didn't care what he was going to reply with. It wasnt like he cared anyway.

The bass of the music boomed in the practice room. Everyone was so tired these past few days and were anxious for the upcoming comeback that all they wanted to do was relax for once and take a break.

Jeno especially.

After the little argument you both had last night, he couldnt get that out of his head. There were no words spoken to him this morning and you didn't even spare him a glance. His heart broke for sure and he didnt know what to do because he knew he messed up bad. Saying those words to you and knowing how much it meant to you, was something he wish he could take back and start over.

Walking through the practice door, you took a seat on the floor where you rested your head against the wall with bags of food for the members. They were doing so well preparing for their comeback you wanted to congratulate them for working so hard. Plus, you wanted to make sure jeno had eaten today.

"Is that food for us!?" Chenle came barging towards you, giving you a strong squeeze as you laughed into his shoulder.

"Yeah I got food for everyone to congratulate you guys for working so hard." You smiled and handed the bags of food to chenle who looked about ready to take it for himself and eat it.

"Thanks so much y/n! You're the best!" He hopped away happily with the food. Jeno stared between the food and you. He loved how you took care of everyone and still came to their practice though you both weren't on best of terms at the moment, but you weren't even looking at him or acknowledging his presence again, only returning your attention to your phone.

Jaemin wrapped an arm around jenos shoulders as he was eating a chicken wing and looked at the you as well, "Whats up with the both of you all of a sudden? Normally you guys are being so disgustingly cute that I have to walk away for a solid 5 minutes." Jaemin sighed.

"I-its nothing. We just-"

"What is it?"

Jeno shook his head and put on the best smile he could muster while patting jaemins back, "its really nothing jaemin." He said and walked over to the food.

You on the other hand felt bad for causing jeno to be this way. He was silent and didn't really interact with the members when they were eating and goofing around. Not even haechan or mark could crack him. You sighed, putting your phone down and leaned your head against the wall. The only way for all this tension between the two of you would be to settle this and forgive one another. It shouldn't be that hard.

"Jeno," you called, startling your boyfriend who perked up with full cheeks, "come here please."

The dreamies silently watched jeno amble towards you, too invested in what was going to happen to continue talking. You didn't seem to care though, just wanting to get it over with and talk with jeno.

You still stared at the ground avoiding eye contact with jeno, but he couldnt take it. All he wanted was your attention on him.

"Can't you just look at me," he muttered before taking a seat in front of you, "I know I messed up, but please?"

You blinked up at him, "wait...jeno are you tearing up?"

Jeno sniffled back the tears and looked at you with big puppy eyes, your heart sank at the sight. You didn't intend to hurt him, you were just sad and angry about one important thing. And now you think maybe ignoring him had gone too far.

"Please dont cry." You took his hand into yours, softly caressing his knuckles.

"I-im sorry I cant help it. I know I messed up and now you're ignoring me and its just so frustrating because of the comebacks and I'm so used to you taking care of me that I can't even go one day without you loving me." Jeno teared up again. If just a day could hurt him, imagine what would happen if you kept this up.

"You think I dont love you right now?" You asked. Jeno nodded his head slowly, "Babe, of course I love you, I was just mad you forgot or anniversary and went to the amusement park with the dreamies." A sigh fell from your lips before you lifted jenos chin up, "I shouldn't have acted the way I did last night and argued. I dont expect you to be perfect jeno."

There was a smile on the boys face as he brought a hand behind your head and kissed your cheek, "Im sorry, I really am baby. I promise ill make it up to you." He said.

"I know a really cute restaurant. We can have a cute date later." You smiled and jeno nodded his head happily until you heard a groan come behind him.

"This was so disgusting. I need to walk away now."

[peaky-whore]

What Happens to the Heart • J. Shelby [Part One]

Pairing: John Shelby x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1,656

Warning: None

Summary: You’re the best of friends with John.

A/n: This is in your point of view. Also, I’m sorry is this doesn’t make sense, it will eventually. And there is a memory in here, so that’ll be the italics. Overall, this is just the beginning!

To say John and I were the best of friends would be an understatement, the two of us were inseparable from the day we met; wherever he was, there was no doubt I’d be right by him. Dangerous, or not.

Most of the time, though, folks thought we were in a relationship, something along those lines. Other times, we’d get ourselves into trouble, Polly - my mom also - wouldn’t be pleased to talk us out of jail. To make it short, we’d get smacked in the back of the head by our guardians whilst on the way to Watery Lane, along with lectures on how to behave, I was even told that my actions are not ladylike. They still loved us, I know that much.

Our closeness brought me unexpected feelings for the Shelby boy, and though we told each other everything - from my first kiss to his first fuck - I would never admit how I felt towards him. Especially since he found a girl he fancies. There was no way I was going to break them up, I loved him too much to do something destructive as that.

So there I sit, awaiting his arrival at the Garrison. I couldn’t even order a damn drink without him. But as minutes turned into a half hour, and that an hour, I gave up. He wasn’t coming, Martha probably needed him more than I, but as a good friend, I’m okay with that; as a secret admirer, however, I felt jealous - I just despised the thought of it - upset that he’d ditch me here.

Just as I was going to walk out, here came the handsome, blue eyed man himself. He looked to be panting.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, but Martha kept me. Sit. I have something to tell you.” He explained, hooking his arm with mine and pulling me to a secluded table. The smile he wore was one I have never seen before, so I couldn’t help but follow along and sit across from him.

The news must have been too important for drinks.

He looked at me, a smile still plastered on his flawless face, one that will most definitely be stuck in my mind for days on end. John looked like a little boy, happy that he was told he had good manners and behaviour in school, whilst really, he was quite the opposite. Except the manners, he had those covered.

I rested my arms on the table and leaned forward, impatiently waiting for him to speak. “Oh, get on with it John.” There is no way I’m playing the guessing game tonight.

“Martha, she’s with child. My child. Y/n, I’m gonna be a father.” It felt as if he’d spoken a foreign language, one I couldn’t understand but still heard. I’m sure my expression is surprised, since he waited for me to talk. I simply couldn’t.

Before he started to ask questions, I cleared my throat and threw on a forced smile. “Congratulations, John-boy. You’re a man now, I hope you know.” He let out a playful scoff and an eye roll, making us laugh.

“I’ve always been a man.” He replied, giving a smug smirk at the end. His eyes met mine for a brief moment before looking towards the shelves of liquor behind me. “I think this deserves a drink, eh?” Before I could answer him, he got up, lifted me by the arm and drug me across the nearly empty pub, and ordered us whiskey - an entire bottle to be precise.

This happened until the war broke out, boys across Europe were being sent to fight for their people, or enlisting, including John, and his two elder brothers, Arthur and Thomas. By then, Martha was pregnant with their fourth child, meaning she’d be alone for the birth of their baby girl, or boy. And she was, but Polly, Ada, Finn, and I were present, keeping her company before and after she went into labour.

It’s been four years since the boys left, leaving families behind, I know some won’t be returning, and it breaks my heart just thinking about it. There will be so many mothers, sisters, aunts, and wives without their men. And the ones that do return are going to be stuck with those God awful memories, nightmares.

Since they left, I’ve been the opposite of trouble, I’d actually gone to church with Polly and her little clan, along with Martha and her children. I prayed for the boy’s safety, that included my two elder brothers and the many cousins I have. They all meant the world to me, each of them taught me something valuable, and I couldn’t let the thought of them not coming home get the better of me, so I turned to God. Polly turned me to God.

And because so many unspeakable events happened in these long, devastating four years, all I wanted was my brothers home, and John. How I longed for him.

It must be pathetic to be falling this hard for your best friend - your now best friend’s husband - I hated how much I wanted him for myself. He’s got a beautiful wife, smart and rowdy children, there’s no way I could be that selfish. John has what he always wanted, a family of his own.

What kind of monster would try to take him away from those he cared for and loved? The question was branded into my brain and was beyond hard to ignore.

Tragedy struck when Martha fell ill, her sickness was beyond the doctors, and she was put on bed rest until it was her time to go. I couldn’t face not having her around, she and I became rather close - practically sisters - in the last few years. As time went on, she died peacefully in her and John’s shared home. Their children were heartbroken, they were young but old enough to know what death is.

Since her funeral, Polly put me on nanny duty, knowing she didn’t have time for them and the betting shop, I agreed. During the first few weeks, the children were a mess, throwing tantrums for their mother, refusing any food I cooked and bedtime. They soon got comfortable with me around more, until Polly announced she heard Germany had surrendered and all countries agreed to stop fighting until their negotiation was set.

Although I was still mourning the loss of Martha, I couldn’t be anymore happy that our boys will be coming home to us. The kids were beyond the moon that their dad was returning, and so it was the same thing all over again; they were acting up again, asking for their daddy.

I promised them soon.

Which brought us here, Birmingham train station, with loads of women and children, along with relatives of the men’s families. I held Daniel at my hip, glancing up from him telling me about his day every once in a while to see if the train was near, surely I would hear it if it were nearby.

This morning, early this morning, I would pinch myself to see if this were a cruel dream, or if it were real.

“I hear it!” Exclaimed Ada, her arms draped around Finn’s shoulders, keeping him in place so he doesn’t wander off. She gave a big smile and as if on queue, I heard the horn from a distance.

My heart rapidly pounded against my chest. It’ll be the first time in four years that I’ve seen my brothers. What scares me most is that they’ll be mad at me for not writing and telling any of them about our mother, but she made me promise not too until they got home, so I kept my word.

The train took another five minutes before it stopped in front of us, all our men were soon off once the doors opened. I searched from where I was standing for the two goofs that were my brothers, of course, not like I didn’t expect it, they stepped off with blank expressions; no look of happiness to be home.

I couldn’t help but let my tears flow. They’re not the same boys I grew up with, but men who’ve experienced more than they should whilst on the battlefield. The boys who used to be carefree and adventurous were not the men standing mere feet away from me. I secured Daniel before squeezing through the crowded train station, almost face to face with my older brothers. They looked different but I still recognized their faces.

Their cold gazes met my figure and softened. Immediately, I was embraced by both of them, sobbing onto their uniforms in no time.

“Is . . . is this real?” I asked frantically, not wanting them to disappear if I were to let go of them. They let out light chuckles and nodded.

“I’m afraid so, little sister, you can’t rid us that easy.” Mason jokes, trying to lighten up the mood, I could see his eyes searching for someone. Our mum. How am I going to tell them? It’ll be more difficult than I thought now that they’re here.

Andrew looked down at Daniel, his eyes lighting up. “Got yourself a bloke I see. Hope he’s treated you well whilst we were away.” He started to make silly faces at the boy in my arms, causing him to giggle. I shook my head, tightening my hold on him so he wouldn’t accidentally fall.

“He’s a sweetheart, but if you look closely, the boy resembles a Shelby. I’ve taken on the care of Martha and John’s lovely children since she died.” They looked at me like I sprouted two heads. “Yeah. Almost a year ago. Pestilence.”

But before another word was spoken, I was being embraced by someone else. Someone oddly familiar. Nonetheless, I wrapped my arms around them, feeling a sudden warmth, one I’d been missing more and more as the years went on.

“John.”

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[randomsevans]

could of had part 3

to be honest it was a good days work . easy , you really didnt needed to do much and you get paid at the end of it , while having a free baby sitter . you had been anxious ever since Ransom entered but apart from that you were doing okay . he didnt bother you , but that doesnt mean you didnt notice him slightly glancing at you . you  only caught him because well you were doing the same thing .

He hadnt change on bit still wears those too expensive cloths that have holes , as he cant look after them , your pretty sure your daughter Clara could look after them better and she 2 . He still is confident as always and a complete asrsehole as he would start one of the family agruement and if he didn't started he was sure to either finish it or sit back and enjoy the entertainment .

No other family member notice you were there apart from Harlan and Ransom . you could tell Harlan was trying to get away to come and speech to you  but was always pulled back by some asking when  there next  allowance would be .

Martha was going to do an extra night shift in order to have more money that would mostly never be spent on her self more straight to bills . So this meant you had to head home by your self . you were gonna have to  call a taxi since you came in Martha car and you cant exactly take it and leave her stranded her came tomorrow .

You had collected your things and had called your taxi it would be here in 5 miniatures . Most of the family was still here apart from Walt and his wife and son , Jacob he walked out when Ransom made a comment and Richard added to it .You didnt want to leave until you saw the birthday boy in question one more time , since you was here to surprise him and your not sure when you would next see him . he is also your daughter great grandfather unknowing to him .

“would he like Clara ? would he  accept her as apart of his family ? or would he see her as the bastard her father does ?”

you found your self asking as your walked along the corridors , you heard the low chatter of the family as you and everyone with in the house could feel the tension that had formed once again in the living area . You had turned heading to the living room , you saw the family gathered as Harlan was seated next to the fire place , he looked tired you didnt know if it was from having such a long day or because of his family .

You felt your anxiety kick back in full swing as you knocked in the door frame , everyone eyes fell on you , you glance around quickly as you felt the daggers and looks of disgust. while you missed the soft blue eyes that didnt take his eyes off you . .You turned to face  Harlan   who had a the biggest smile on his face , the one that disappeared�� as soon as his family arrive but  shortly made an appearance when ever you was in eyes sight and when Ransom made an appearance funny enough. 

“if you'll excuse me a minutes “ Harlan told everyone in the room that shared a confused look as if why is Harlan going to speak to the help . you shared a warm smile as Harlan made his way to you and met you in the hall way .

“are you leaving dear ?” he asked .

“yes , yes i am i just wanted to say my goodbyes and one last happy birthday before i leave “

“oh well thank you for coming today , it was really goof to see you again y/n , i miss you around here “ he sighed 

“yeah well i missed it too surprisingly it bring back a lot of memorises. “ you wasn't lying it was true , you had made a lot of friend here and it was an amazing job it was a shame that a shit storm of a family and a certain blue eyed boy with a shit eating grin ruined it .

“ oh well your always welcome here with a job or not “ Harlan said with a glisten   in his eyes  

“thank yo...”

“and your beautiful daughter of course “ Harlan cut you off . he had a smirk on his face very similar to his grandsons just not sharing the smug look . You stood there eyes wide month wide open in shook 

“i do not  blame you “ Harlan chuckled “ i understand why you wouldn't want her apart of this family “

“how .. how do you know “ you were still in a state of shock .

Im Harlan Thormley i find out everything “ he chuckled once again “ i presume that she is Ransoms “ you simply nod as he lets out a sigh “ does he know ?”

“yes .. i told him when i found out i was pregnant  he didn't want anything to do with me or the bastard he said .. i thought i didn't have her until today . 

Harlan let out a deep sigh and rubbed his face “That stupid   boy  “

you just chuckled nervously .

“what is her name ?” Harlan asked leaving his bitter tone towards Ransom into his more softer side .

“clara “ you answered 

“oh that is  a beautiful name “ his eyes soften 

“ but you knew it already “

“ yes , yes i did “ he said nodding his head as you both when into a fit of laughter . “ i would like to meet her one day .. you know being her great grandpa ... that makes me sound old doesn't it .”

“im afaired it does old man “ you giggled .

“so what do you say would i be able to meet my great grandchild ?” Harlan looked at you with pleading eyes . you thought hard about this do you really think this is a good idea , but who are you to say no to Harlan .

“yes of course “ you sighed with a wide smile . 

“ oh great , thank you ,  thank you y/n , i cant wait to meet her i bet she is just as sweet as you “

“she can be a nightmare when she wants to “

“just like her father then “ you just nodded .

“ i got to go my taxi is probable outside .2

“okay dear , ill see you soon “

“of course . Goodbye Harlan “

“goodbye and say hello to clara for me .

“sure will “

and with that Harlan made his way back into the leaving room as you found your way outside and much to you disapointment found no car waiting for . 

                                ************************************

you had waited outside of 20 minutes and let out a deep sigh as you know Clara wouldn't go to sleep  with out you there and it was late enough . you let out a deep sigh out of frustration. 

“ you still here ?” a deep voice came out of no where causing you to make a jump scare and place on hand on your heart . 

“sorry i didn't mean to scare you “ you turned your head slight and saw Ransom standing net you 

“did he really just say sorry and not laugh  “

“yep still here “ you sighted trying to avoid eye contact but always findin your self looking into those baby blue eyes .

“oh ..”

“yeah my ride hasnt showed up”  you dont know why you felt the need to explain your self .

“ oh well i could always give you a lift “

[thiswasinevitableid]

Apology Flowers (Indruck)

@cyborgrabbit  requested 63 from the meet uglies:  “sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the “[person] is [attractive] enough to warrant flower theft” and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard.” They added, “If it wasn't a personal Garden but like a large private/public outdoor Garden that Duck was the main care giver for he absolutely would verbally attack anyone who touched his flowers”

Indrid considers the plants before him carefully; he wants variety, but he also wants flowers that fit the occasion and the setting. Roses would be nice, but as a human he can’t get them off the plant easily. He needs his mandibles for that.

He picks snapdragons, some lilies, some foxglove, and a smattering of pink and orange blossoms he can’t quite identify, wrapping them all in one big bouquet in a few sheets of USA Today. He’s so busy preparing himself for the hour ahead that he misses a change in the future and the figure stepping around the bushes. 

“Hey man, you know you ain’t supposed to pick those, right?”

He whirls, ill-gotten blossoms clutched to his chest.

“I, ah, I, yes, I, I am aware it is frowned upon in a public garden but none of the ones in the store quite, ah, suited my needs.”

The man, clearly an employee, crosses his arms, “so you decided to take some from the botanical gardens?”

“Yes. You have so may, I assumed a few would not be missed.”

“Maybe they wouldn’t, but if everyone gets it into their heads to take just a few, suddenly whole chunks of the garden are missing and all our hard work is for nothin’. Besides, average folks can’t tell the difference between a common plant that’s easy to replace and one that was a pain in the ass to grow.” He doesn’t sound angry so much as tired, as if he’s had this conversation dozens of times.

“I see your point. I, ah, I can’t really put them back though. May I keep these?”

The man smirks, “sure thing. I’m comin’ with you though. I wanna see if the person you’re given ‘em too is good-lookin enough to warrant flower theft.”

Indrid has zero desire to admit where he’s actually going.

“Ah, but, you are clearly at work. And I’m in a hurry.”

“Lucky for you I just got off and can walk pretty fast.”

Indrid sighs, defeated, “Very well. And no need to walk, I have a car.”

The man follows him to the little sedan he’s been towing behind the ‘Bago. Indrid opens the doors, pausing before he gets in, “are you certain you wish to come with me, Duck Newton? It’s not going to be very entertaining.”

“I’m sure. And how’d you know my name?”

“Name-tag.” Indrid replies automatically, hoping the man is actually wearing one.

Duck shrugs, and climbs into the car. As Indrid turns onto the main road, the gardener asks, “you been to Point Pleasant before?”

“A few times.”

“You got family here?”

“No. My family lives rather far away. Ah, what about you?” His distracted state is a blessing, as it keeps him from accidentally saying Duck’s words along with him.

“I’m from Kepler originally, moved out here for this job. Uh-” Duck turns, looking back at the arch they just drove under, “you sure we’re goin’ the right way?”

“Yes.” He says tightly, pulling into the cemetery parking lot.   

“Fuuck” Duck groans, smacking a hand onto his face in embarrassment, “why didn’t you tell me those were for this? Woulda eased up on you a little.”

“I wasn’t sure how to explain it.” He opens the door, “will you be joining me, or do you wish to wait here?”

“I’ll come help you pay your respects, seems the polite thing to do.” 

They enter the grounds, Duck removing his hat as they do. There are a few other visitors scattered about, the sky blue above them and the grass pleasantly fresh cut. 

Indrid finds the first grave, removes a snapdragon from the bouquet and sets it atop the stone. Stares at the name a moment, long enough to think the words he’d usually say aloud, then walks to the next grave he needs to visit. He knows their order by heart. 

He’s expecting Duck to become bored with his wandering, or try to talk with him, or offer some thoughtful but useless platitudes. But the human simply follows him from grave to grave, keeping a respectful distance between them.

Indrid doesn’t cry, he never does during this. But with Duck near him, he feels like he should. A human would cry, would they not? Only a monster would remain so unmoved. 

Not all of them are buried here, and so after a half hour they return to the car. 

Indrid stares at the wheel, “I have one more stop to take flowers to. I can drop you somewhere else if you’d like.”

“I’ll come with you. Come this far. But uh…”

“Indrid. You were about to ask my name. It’s Indrid.”

“Right, yeah. Look, Indrid, you seem like you’re dealin with somethin heavy and, well, I don’t feel quite right leavin you to deal with it alone. But if you need me gone, I can go.”

“I’d very much like your company on this next part.” 

“You got it.” 

They drive in silence, and Indrid turns on the radio because human music is one of his favorite things. Duck hums along at one point, the noise off-key and charming enough to make Indrid forget what’s ahead of him. 

When they approach the memorial, Duck says softly, “ah, thought I recognized some of the names, couldn’t place where. The Silver Bridge Collapse.”

“Yes.” Indrid sits down on the ground near the first row of bricks inscribed with names of those he failed to save. He sets the remaining flowers on a nearby stone, so it will be clear what they are for. 

A scuff as Duck sits down next to him.

“Did you know someone on the bridge.”

“Not exactly, no” Indrid sets his hands on his knees, focuses his gaze on cracked ground.

“I, uh, I think what you doin’ is real noble. Most folks come and just visit the Mothman statue.”

“I’ve seen Mothman plenty of times, I do not need to see him anymore.”

“Nicest ass in West Virginia.”

Indrid snorts in surprise, glancing over at Duck.

“Sorry, tend to goof when I’m feelin’ awkward.”

“It’s alright. My actions are less noble than you perhaps think. I, ah, I was there. The day it happened. I suppose you could say I have a, ah, a very intense case of survivors guilt.”

“Oh, Indrid, I’m so fuckin sorry. That must have been terrifyin.” Duck rests his hand on his knee and Indrid starts. He hasn’t been touched on purpose in two years, maybe more.

“It was. I come back whenever I can, to, to pay my respects. To say I’m sorry. Sorry that I couldn’t save them. Sorry that I failed.”

“Hold up now, you didn’t fail no one. Bridge collapse was an accident.”

“But-”

“Let��s say even if you, I dunno, had some way of seein’ it comin, you’re just one guy. One guy can do a lot, but he can only do so much. Trust me, I know. Whatever happened on the bridge, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I…” no one’s ever said that to him so sincerely, so plainly. But as the story he’s told himself all these years starts to crumble, emotion seeps through the cracks. 

He shudders, head collapsing into his hands. The strong arm wraps around his shoulders and he crumples, falling against Duck’s chest. Through the silent, sharp tears, he tries to be polite, tries not to make the man feel Indrid is any strnager than he already must. 

“I’m s-sorry, I shouldn’t, you don’t need to-”

“Hush now” Duck murmurs, hugging him, “just get it all out.”

Indrid does, streaking his face with and wetting Duck’s shirt with tears. When they finally abate, his mind is pleasingly clear, save for one question.

“Why are you being so kind to me?”

“Because it seems like someone needs to be. Plus, was kinda a dick earlier.”

Indrid snickers at his candor, “You were right to scold me for picking those flowers. Perhaps I should grow my own. There must be a way to do so inside a small space.”

“Can think of a few.” 

In all the futures, Duck clears his throat and says that even so, he should be going and that it was nice to meet Indrid.

“If you, uh, if you want, could brainstorm so with you over dinner.” A warm hand rubs his upper arm, soothing and protective. 

He sits up but stays in Duck’s arms, looking down at him, “I would, but you do not need to ruin your evening for my sake.”

“Wouldn’t call gettin’ to know you more ‘ruinin’ somethin’. Plus, you’re still in a raw spot. You telling me you wanna spent the rest of your evenin’ with your own thou-”

“No, no I do not.” Indrid says flatly. 

“C’mon, some friends of mine have a real nice place to eat near the gardens. French Onion Soup is to die for.”

“I have never had it.”

“Fuck, really? Well now we gotta go.” Duck smiles, his mellow enthusiasm contagious, and by the time they’re in the car Indrid is smiling too. 

Dinner really is delicious, though Indrid prefers the pie to the soup (though he must admit he enjoys watching the pleasure on Duck’s face as he eats said soup). Duck asks him about his travels, eagerly shares stories about the garden, and shows him pictures of his cat. When Indrid mentions he draws, Duck asks to see the little pocket sketchbook he carries, and proceeds to tell him a half-dozen times how amazing it is. He also hears Duck laugh for the first time, a ridiculous sound that he wants to hear a hundred times more. 

They talk until closing time, no longer across from each other but side by side, as Duck had hopped around to Indrid’s booth to show him more pictures of the gardens. The human offers his arm, and they walk at a leisurely pace. When he reaches the car he hesitates, then hugs Duck. The shorter man hugs him back.

“Thank you, Duck, for everything.”

“You’re welcome. You stayin in town?”

“For awhile, yes.”

“Well, hopefully I’ll see you around.” Duck slowly retracts from the hug, tips his hat with a wink and heads to his car. Indrid gets into his own, watches Duck drive away before heading towards the trailer park. As he reaches into his pocket for his keys, he finds a folded slip of paper with the words “dinner and movie tomorrow?” followed by a phone number.

He grabs his phone, and hurriedly dials. 

And in every future, including the one that comes to pass, Duck answers the phone with a smile.  

[thecreelhouse]

I wanna get better

Paring: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: your mental and physical health issues are a struggle enough the way it is, and you never imagined locking down for safety in your own apartment would make it all worse. thankfully, your’re not in quarantine alone, and ride it out with your roommate/best friend, Steve Harrington. (AKA: self indulgent quarantine comfort fic that absolutely nobody asked for. modern!AU, obviously.)

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: depression, anxiety, chronic illness/pain, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts, lots of fluff n comfort to make up for it all though, I swear !!

A/N: hiiii! Long time no see!! I wrote this a week or two back (idk, time is fake anymore.). Read, or don’t, this was ultimately written as a way to keep busy when I was struggling recently. If you struggle with mental and/or physical issues, I see you, you’re not alone. Hang in there. I hope this brings some comfort to someone else, at least <3 the spoon theory is mentioned in this, and if you’re not familiar, I highly suggest looking it up. Enjoy!! (title is from ‘I wanna get better’ by bleachers!)

It’s spring. Still light out. Not sure on the exact day or the time, though. You lost your care and worries to keep track awhile ago, back when this whole pandemic started.

You’ve been in quarantine for at least a month now, maybe? Something like that. Sure. The entire world’s been on a lockdown; life actually came to a stop, something you’d never imagine actually bearing witness to.

To you, the quarantine was both a blessing and a curse. A blessed and cursed image. A “blursed image”, if you will. Blessing you with extra free time, time to be used on more sleep, more self care, more entertaining activities, less stress spent on your shitty job. A curse, because all this time on your hands, and you still couldn’t manage it properly, if even at all.

That couldn’t entirely be blamed on you and your procrastination; it stemmed from somewhere, after all. That source just happened to come in the all-too-common form of depression, anxiety, and chronic pain. So, your brand new free time was balanced between your moods and energy; how many spoons you had that day determined how your precious free time was spent.

“You wanna flip the record over or should I?”

Laying face up to the ceiling fan, you groaned, not wanting to get up from the floor cradling you and your drained weight.

“Is that your final answer?”

You tilted your head towards your best friend over on the couch, and pouted. “Maybe.”

Steve pushed himself off the cushion with a soft grunt, and dragged his feet across the floor, over your legs, and to the turntable. As he lifted the needle and flipped the record, he asked over his shoulder, “Low spork day?” Lowering the needle back down, the sounds of the B side of Jack’s Mannequin’s Everything In Transit continued softly through the speakers.

That misfired reference lifted a worn giggle from your lips. He tried, he really did. You tried teaching him the spoon theory ages ago, when you were first diagnosed. He got the concept, and that’s what mattered most.

“Sure, sporks. Close enough.” You said, smiling up at him as he began shuffling past you, heading towards his spot, but he stopped, reaching his hands out, grabbing yours. He gently began tugging you forward and up off the floor, something that felt like it was much harder than it should’ve.

Social distancing was supposed to be in place, sure, but the two of you weren’t as stuck on the specifics, being two now unemployed, long time best friends, who also happened to be roommates. At least neither of you were alone in this.

“Maybe you’d chin up a bit if we listened to some happier music.” He teased as you trudged over to the couch, flopping into the cozy, worn cushions. Steve sat next to you, pulling a blanket over the two of you. It’s always been like this, like clockwork, one comforts while the other works through the hurt. Lately, though, it’s been more suffering on your part than you wanted.

“Hey, I could’ve picked something much sadder than this.” You taunted back, tilting your head onto his shoulder, curling up into the safety of the comfort both Steve and the surroundings offered. “At least it’s catchy and upbeat. We could be crying to Phoebe Bridgers, or some shit.”

“You mean you could’ve been crying.” He countered again, pulling an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. You knew he was joking, but you didn’t have the energy to laugh along. You felt yourself spacing out, something you did when the pain, mental or physical, got too rough. If socially distancing counted in emotional ways, you’d be an Olympic medalist.

Steve noticed the beat of silence where you’d usually follow with more teasing his way, and nudged into you gently. “Hey, what’s up?”

You snorted at that. “You ask like life’s been eventful.”

“I mean, it has been, we’re living through shitty history, you know.” He said pointedly. “You have every right to feel whatever you’re feeling right now.”

You nodded, knowing of where the conversation was heading, but never being able to absorb the advice for yourself. It was always the same. Your feelings are valid, your pain is valid, you’re allowed to feel what you feel- only now, it was the quarantine edition.

“Yeah, nothing different, though.” You mumbled. “I just wanna sleep.”

“You always want to sleep. You’ve been sleeping too much lately. Maybe a trip the grocery store will help? Get up and out, stretch your legs.” He offered, knowing it wasn’t much, but something in times like this.

“They only want one person per trip anymore, remember?” You reminded him, and he groaned, nodding. “I’ll go tomorrow, or something. I know we’re low on some stuff. Just... tomorrow, okay?”

Steve sighed, letting the conversation go, not wanting to irritate you further. Your breathing fell in time with his, and the rhythm of that along with the music softly playing was enough to make your eyelids heavy. In no time, you felt the safety of your surroundings guide you into sleep.

———

“God dammit!”

The sounds of grumbles and cursing down the hall pulled you from your nap, eyes blurring out of focus as you looked around the room. It was dark and rainy out, now, and only a small lamp was on, dim, in the corner of the living room. You heard shuffling and frantic movements, and more cursing, and knitted your brows together in confusion.

“Steve?” You called out, throwing the blanket off your body and onto the floor as you pushed onto your feet, still feeling worn, but not as drained. Still, you let your feet drag across the floor as you slowly shuffled down the hall towards the noises. The door to your room was ajar, light pouring out into the hallway, the noises following out with it.

Peeking in, you saw Steve standing on your bed, jumping to touch the ceiling with one hand, and his phone in the other. You were only baffled further, tilting your head as you could only stare, focusing on what was in his hand; plastic glow stars.

You felt a smile curl up on the edge of your lips. Steve continued to bounce lightly on the bed, sticking the plastic stars against the ceiling as his hand got close enough to the surface. He wasn’t short by any means, but the ceilings in the apartment were just ridiculously tall.

Steve would glance at his phone every so often between placing stars; it held a photo of a constellation on the screen, and he was trying to copy it onto your ceiling. You felt something tug at your heart and pull laughter out from under the depression that laid deep in you. Startled, Steve jerked his head in your direction mid jump, and slipped, falling safely onto your bed.

“Wait! Don’t look yet!” He said, scrambling off the bed towards you, reaching out to cover your eyes with his palms. You laughed some more, pushing his hands away. “It was a surprise!”

“I already saw, you goof.” You admitted, laughter echoing out of you for longer than you expected. Steve couldn’t help smiling bashfully. “This might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me.”

“Yeah, well, we gotta let them charge up anyway, or they won’t glow later.” He said, shrugging off the blush creeping up his skin. “I was hoping you’d still be asleep so I could finish sticking them... but...”

“How long was I out for?” You asked, rubbing your eyes, and he spun you around, pushing you back out the door and down the hall.

“Four hours. Figured you needed the rest.” Steve answered, continuing to direct you down the hall and into the tiny kitchen, flipping the lights on. “So, I went to the store.”

“So... technically we should be social distancing... right?” You questioned, half joking, knowing you couldn’t keep apart from being glued to one another’s sides.

“If I get sick, I’m bringing you down with me. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.” He quipped back, shrugging again as he pushed past you to open a cupboard. With a dramatic wave of an arm, he showed off the spot where you both kept your cereal, and your eyes landed on a new box of Fruity Pebbles. Your absolute favorite.

“You didn’t.”

“I did. It’s not a lot, but I hope that and the stars make you sm-“

Energy rushed through you, and you pushed yourself towards Steve, hugging him tightly. It wasn’t a lot, no, but you didn’t need a lot, didn’t need grand gestures to know your best friend cared about you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled into his shoulder, feeling his arms wrap around you in return. Your heart fluttered, but you shoved the feeling aside, knowing this wasn’t a two way street. That’s how it’s always been.

“How’re you feeling?” Steve asked, voice soft and filled with concern. Always concerned. Always caring. That’s just him being your best friend, though. This is just how it’s always been.

“Better than earlier, still riding it out, though.” You admitted, still feeling the dull sting of sadness trying to creep back in. You pushed out of his grasp, not wanting to overstay your welcome in his arms. It’s always been this way. It is what it is. Always what it will be.

Brushing past the awkward energy that fell between you two, the night carried on as it’s been nearly every night now, watching comfort movies you’ve seen plenty of times before, catching way too many sea bass in Animal Crossing, and losing track of time trying to learn TikTok dances.

“How are you moving your arms that fast?” Steve questioned as he stared as you danced, completely lost on the first few moves. Somehow you had it more together than he did, which was saying a lot, considering how you physically felt most days.

“You dance like a dad, Steve.”

“I can’t move like these kids!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “They’re too bendy, like Gumbo.”

You stopped, glancing at him with raised brows, “.... you mean Gumby?”

Steve shook his head, putting his hands on his hips before insisting, “Uh, pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

Killing boredom continued in the form of a blanket fort competition, one you were certain you’d win, when your walls of soft, fuzzy blankets came crumpling down around and on top of you. Steve’s terribly muffled laughs echoed through the living room.

“What the fuck, Steve! That took me an hour!” You yelled, flailing through the pile of blankets. As you felt your face surface, something hit you square in the forehead, leaving a dull sting.

Your eyes crossed to glance up, noticing a goddamn nerf dart stuck to your skin. Your eyes slowly narrowed back to Steve, holding a nerf gun and grinning too confidently.

“I’ll kill you.” You hissed, half joking, but still pretty pissed about your fort.

“Good luck, Y/N.” He shrugged before tossing a nerf gun your way, and bolting down the hall. You tore your way out of the blanket pile, grabbing the nerf gun and chasing after him as best you could, before he slammed the door to his room, locking you out. You pounded your fists against the door.

“You’re a shithead!” You yelled, trying to hold back your laughter. “This isn’t fair! I’m siiiiick!”

“You don’t get to play that card in quarantine!” He yelled back through the door. You crossed your arms with a huff, and retreated back to your room, slamming the door behind you. You waited, ear pressed to the door’s surface, hoping to hear any movement, but no such luck.

Cracking your door open, you carefully peeked down the hall, only to see Steve doing the same from his room, holding his gun out towards you. You acted lightning fast, shooting first, nailing him in the nose before he could pull back.

Slamming your door, you yelled loudly, “Karma’s a bitch!”

Silence fell in the hallway for a few minutes, before stomping echoed through apartment, and your door was flung open, shoving you aside in shock.

Steve stood in the doorway with a pillow tied to his forehead with shoelaces, and another tied to his torso with a formal tie. You couldn’t help but choke on laughter at the sight of his homemade armor.

“What the fuck are you wearing, Harrington?”

“Go ‘head, shoot me, see what happens.” He laughed back, holding his nerf gun up in defense.

You held your laughter down for a moment. “I won’t hesitate, bitch.”

The Vine reference caught Steve off guard, causing him to laugh again, and you ran forward, pushing him aside and out of the doorway to make your escape.

“Unfair!” He called out as you ran to his room, slamming and locking the door behind you. Footsteps, then banging against the door followed, and you ignored it, bent over in pain from the quick movements.

“You can’t just lock me out of my own room!” He yelled like a child, and it pulled a smile out of you through the pain. Still, the room began to spin as your heart rate caught up to your body, delayed.

“Give me a sec’, I’m really dizzy here.” You managed to breathe out, just loud enough to be heard, as you started to sit on the floor, legs giving out as you got closer to the ground.

“Oh, wait, shit, you alright?” He asked, and you could hear plastic echoing off the floor in the hallway, before the doorknob began jiggling. “You’re not fuckin’ around, are you?”

As you laid on the floor, your ears began ringing and your vision tunneled, narrowing into a point in the ceiling above you. Your limbs felt fuzzy, like TV static. Still, in a shaky voice, you joked back. “F- fuck around and find out.”

Pushing past a snort, Steve yelled back, “Seriously, Y/N, are you on the floor at least?”

“You betcha’ bippy.” You answered back, breath shallow. This happened, this was normal, for you. This was life. Complicated definitions aside, your heart didn’t like to keep a proper heart rate, especially when you actually were active, or even just moving, really.

Between that and the mental health mess you dealt with, it was just a cycle of fuckery that kept you constantly in a struggle, one way or another. Over time you’ve learned to deal, but sometimes shit like this just happened. It wasn’t necessarily life threatening, but it certainly got in the way of things in life you once took for granted.

Through blurry vision, seeing double, you noticed Steve standing above you, and laughed weakly. “How’d you get in?” You hadn’t even heard the door open.

Steve, breathless and panicked, crouched down closer, feeling your forehead for a fever. “Robin showed me how to open doors with Bobby pins forever ago. Found some in your room.”

You pushed his hand off your skin. “I’m not infected, idiot. Just give me a second.”

“You sure? I- I just wanna be sure, that you’re okay, and stuff, better safe than sorry.” He stumbled over his words; over-explaining would be where he won his Olympic medals, that’s for sure.

Eyes shutting, you nodded, feeling drained, more than earlier. Like any and all energy had been shoved out of your body. “I promise I’m okay. Just the usual tachycardia nonsense. Not dying. Not sick-sick, okay?”

“Right. Yeah. Of course.” He said, biting his lip, glancing down in worry. He shifted himself to lay down on the floor next to you. “I’m just... gonna hang here. Until you’re okay. I left the nerf gun in the hall.”

“I heard it drop, but I appreciate the reassurance.” You replied, eyes closed still, but at least the rapid heartbeat and ringing in your ears had finally begun to quiet down. Your heavy breaths began to slow, too, feeling more normal again. Steve gently laced his fingers between yours, catching you off guard. “I’m not dying, I told you. Chill.”

“I know... it just... you just...”

“Spit it out, dork.” You joked, and he sighed.

“You scare me sometimes.” He replied, voice just above a whisper. He rushed to correct himself. “Not- not like you, so much. Well... maybe, sometimes, first time we met I was scared shitless because of you-“

“Get to the point, Harrington.” You laughed, softly squeezing his hand, reassuring him to continue.

“I’m scared I’ll lose you to any of this shit.” He breathed, and your eyes shot open, carefully turning to glance at him. “You’ve got so much to worry about, and you’re strong, but it doesn’t mean I don’t worry that it’ll break you someday.”

Rolling over onto your stomach, you propped yourself up on your elbows, staring down at Steve. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere. You know that, right?”

Steve looked away, and you could swear you saw a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. “Sometimes you don’t get out of bed for a long time. Sometimes you’re in so much pain you can’t even walk properly. Sometimes your thoughts are so rotten to you, and I wish I could, like, punch them, or some shit... I don’t know.” He sighed deeply before shutting his eyes tight. “You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to lose you to any of this. To anything, ever.”

“Well, you know we all die someday, right?” You said, and he opened his eyes to roll them at you. “Seriously, I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry for alarming you. This whole pandemic bullshit has me-“

“Don’t say it-“

“- Upside down, sorry.” You finished, cringing, but a smile curled at the edge of your lips. “It’s true, though. It’s magnified all my bullshit by ten times, at least. I’ll admit, I haven’t been doing the best with self care to make sure it gets any better.”

“Why won’t you let me help?” Steve asked, and it freezes your entire body up.

“Because everyone else has their own shit going on, including you. Why would I burden you with even more nonsense?” You replied, wanting to drop the subject. “I let you distract me with silly things, and that’s already much more than you need to do for me.”

Steve sat up a bit, leaning back on his elbows, looking you dead in the eye. “I hear you crying at night sometimes. You don’t tell me anything anymore. Distractions only help so much. Why won’t you talk to me? To somebody? Anybody?”

You shifted, pulling your knees to your chest and rested your chin onto the tops of them, ignoring the tears trying to break. “This whole thing has me exhausted, and I feel guilty. I don’t have a reason to feel drained. Not a real reason. I don’t fight this thing on the frontlines. I’m unemployed but safe at home, how the hell can I justify telling you or anybody else that I’m so tired, and I just don’t want to be here anymore?”

As silence followed, Steve’s eyes grew wide at your confession, and you couldn’t stomach the guilt you felt for already admitting this, looking away. Steve shifted to sit closer to you, and immediately pulled his arms around you, hands reaching up to cradle the back of your head and thread through your hair.

“Your reasons for feeling so drained and tired are valid.” He affirmed, voice shaking as he spoke into your ear. You felt the tears finally break and slip down your face. “You have literal medical reasons as to why you feel that way, and that’s okay. Staying home is also a big fight, and it’s hard on a lot of us. It’s hard on me too.”

You pulled back to look at him, and saw Steve’s eyes were red and holding back tears.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could manage to get out, and Steve shook his head.

“Don’t be. I just don’t want to lose you. I love you, you know?” He said, rubbing the tears out of his eyes, before holding you again. “You know I wouldn’t want to be in this stupid quarantine with anyone else, right? All the awful shit aside, spending this time with you has been some of my favorite memories we have together.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause we live together, but I love you too.” You snorted, and he shook his head again.

“No,” Steve shut his eyes quickly before looking back at you. “I mean I love you. ... I’m sorry the timing’s shit. I just hate that you feel like you have to fight this alone, when I’m here for you as a best friend, at the least.”

Your heart dropped and eyes grew wide. “You... you what?”

“Sorry- shit. Fuck. That was really bad timing, I’m sorry, Y/N-“

“My ears stopped ringing a few minutes ago... did you really say that?” You asked, stunned.

Steve’s eyes darted away and back to yours, “.... Maybe. Unless it’s gonna make our friendship weird, in which case-”

“Steve.”

“- we don’t have to talk about this, I don’t want quarantine to get even weirder because of what I said, in fact, we could just forget-“

“Steve.”

“- my timing was probably super selfish anyw-“

“Oh, my god, you never shut up do you?” You grumbled as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling the two of you closer together. Your lips landed on his, quickly bringing his verbal train of thought to a halt. Surprised, he froze for a moment, before softly moving his lips against yours, smiling through the kiss. You pulled back, heart pounding and thoughts buzzing in a blissed-out daze.

“I should ramble more often.” Steve mumbled, blushing, and you giggled, leaning forward to kiss him again, soft and slow.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” You mumbled against his lips in between kisses. “I love you, too.”

Steve pulled away, overwhelmed with happiness, scrambling to his feet before taking your hands and gently pulling you up and off the floor. “When this is all over, I’m taking you on a real date. I mean it. Anywhere you wanna go, we’re going.”

“Even Disney World?” You joked, and he snorted.

“Maybe on the second date.” He joked back, hands steadying you, making sure your balance was normal again. “You good? You okay, or do you need to lay back down?”

“Hm, maybe... I got an idea for that first date.” You said, smirking, before tugging Steve along as you walked back to your room. You pulled him into bed, and shut the lamp off, letting the plastic glow stars illuminate the room softly. You noticed the constellations he put up were the two of your zodiac signs.

“You’re such a cheeseball.” You teased, climbing under the covers, and pulling him towards you. Steve climbed in next to you, shrugging with a laugh.

“You love it.” He teased back, curling his arms around you. The two of you molded together, cuddled up as you always have. It’s always been this way, and you realize now things can stay the same and transform all at once, and that’s okay. It’s always been this way, and that’s okay.

“Yeah, I really do.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his jawline before snuggling closer into him, gazing up at the handmade starry night hanging over the two of you. “I really, really do.”

———

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[drawlfoy]

Kricowl

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yes i’m actually back now lol

also this gif is the most adorable thing i’ve ever laid eyes on i love it to the pit of my soul 

pairing: draco x grangertwin!reader

request: yes! thank you!

summary: reader is a gryffindor along with hermione. she originally shares her twin sister’s feelings about draco, but then when she sees something one day her opinions change...but the question is will it be mutual?

warnings: cursing. if you’ve read any fics before you know me well enough by now to assume

a/n: heyyy i’m back!! i finished my act on saturday without too much trouble. i either did really well or painfully mediocre. it totally depends on how good my guessing skills were that day. also, i’ve started a new job, which has been fun but has also filled up my schedule more than i would’ve liked. i’m back now, and you’ll notice that my fics are a little longer. i’m no longer planning on publishing 1-2 fics a day. instead i think i’ll write longer ones over the span of a couple days. thanks for reading, and as always, requests are open! i’ll try to burn through my current ones too, so if you’re still waiting on a request, it’ll be out in the near future!

music recs: i’m literally listening to creepy reddit stories asmr lol

word count: 4,317 (wow! longest one shot i’ve written!)

“Y/N!”

Hermione’s voice rang out from across the courtyard, pulling Y/N’s attention away from the little robin chirping excitedly at her from the bushes. 

“We’re waiting!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Hermione and her obsessive scheduling.

“I’ll meet you there later, ‘Mione! I’m busy right now!” she yelled back, hoping that the robin wouldn’t fly away from her raised voice.

“Suit yourself!” 

With that, Hermione dragged Ron and Harry off to somewhere else, no doubt the library. Or perhaps the kitchens, if it was Ron putting the destination requests in. 

Y/N turned back to the robin in bush, still waiting and staring at her expectantly.

“You’re a smart little thing, aren’t you?” she cooed, fishing through her pockets. The packet she was looking for was in there somewhere. 

As she searched, she noted that the robin had an interesting mark on his orange chest--an odd sprinkling of grey feathers across the middle. The color difference only served to make the little bird more endearing.

Y/N’s fingers closed around the packet, sighing in relief and pulling it out.

The robin chirped when it saw the crushed peanuts, hopping on a branch just a tad closer.

“Easy, there,” she mumbled. “Give me a moment, darling. I just need to open it.”

Once she succeeded, she placed the peanuts on a branch close to the robin, smiling as the bird hopped closer and began to feast. 

“What are you doing?” 

Y/N spun around to see the last person she wanted to see--a confused but flushed Draco Malfoy, wearing that stupid fur hat and black leather gloves to ward off the cold weather.

“Being a charitable person, Malfoy,” Y/N snapped back, motioning to the bird, who was just about to finish up the peanuts.

“No!”

Y/N jumped, shocked at the sudden burst of energy from Malfoy. She watched, stunned, as the blonde boy leapt forward, snatching the bird before it could fly away.

“What the fuck, Mal-”

“Are you trying to kill this poor thing?!”  Malfoy cut into her exclamation. He was suddenly frantic, attempting to steady the bird in one hand and locate his wand in the other.

“What are you talking about? I feed robins peanuts all the time, they love them.”

“Are you daft, Y/N?” Malfoy snapped. “This isn’t a robin! Look at the grey feathers on its chest! This is a Kricowl, it’s not a robin! It’s deathly allergic to peanuts!”

“A what?”

“Shut up and grab my wand out of my pocket!”

Y/N had never seen her arch-nemesis look so scared as she reached in his pocket. The lining of his pockets was soft and felt obnoxiously expensive. His coat probably cost more than the price of everything in her room combined.

She pressed his wand into his free hand and watched as he pressed the bird down on the table next to them, muttering incoherent spells under his breath. Within a few seconds, the bird opened its mouth and began heaving, chunks of peanut coming out completely undigested. 

Stealing a look at Malfoy’s face, Y/N was stunned to see how concerned he looked for the little bird, even going as far as to reach out and stroke the soft, orange belly of the Kricowl. She could’ve sworn that she heard him whisper a pained “don’t you worry, you’ll be alright”.

Once the bird had seemed to expel all of the nuts it had consumed, Malfoy turned to her again.

“Go to the potion supply cupboard and bring back some knotgrass, you hear me?” 

Y/N turned and sprinted to the potions classroom, her sassy comebacks dying on the inside of her cheeks. It had become abundantly clear to her that Malfoy was not messing with her--why else would he have asked her to reach into his pocket?

She returned a few moments later, holding the knotgrass out to the blonde. He grabbed one of the leaves, twisting it over the bird’s mouth and landing a drop of something into its open beak. 

Within seconds, the bird was back on its feet and flying up, far away from both of the students.

“I had no idea,” Y/N breathed. 

“I mean...” Malfoy gave her a sideways glance. “I can’t blame you. It’s not like it’s your fault you were born inferior.”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek as she thought. 

“But it’s your fault you’re such an intolerant ass,” Y/N responded. “I bet that Kicrowl is the only thing on this campus that appreciates you.”

“Kricowl. And thank you for your input, I value it so, so highly.”

With that, the blonde huffed and turned, sauntering off to wherever rich purebloods went after they said their mandatory bigoted remark of the day.

♥♥♥♥

Y/N had only ever spoken to Pansy Parkinson directly once, and that was plenty enough for her, thank you very much. Her vile nature was something that made Y/N wish she was a Kricowl gorging itself on peanuts. The one time they interacted had been when Parkinson had sat in Y/N’s newly assigned seat in potions in the beginning of term. Y/N had kindly asked for her to move, to which she had responded, “Sorry, I have trouble hearing those with with bad breeding. Can you come again?”

Y/N had sat in a different chair that day and for the rest of the days remaining. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Parkinson--no, she just had better things to do. It was so much more fun to goof off with Harry, Hermione, and Ron than to sit and plot her revenge. That was a Slytherin school of thought, and there was a reason why Y/N was a Gryffindor along with her sister. 

Unfortunately, she was unable to keep this quiet streak going with Parkinson. 

It was a crisp February morning, and Y/N was on her way to her first class when she heard yelling from her left. Swinging around. she saw Pansy shrieking at a pair of two young Hufflepuffs. She moved closer to investigate and soon realized that a crowd was forming around them, a group of interested students who were too afraid to step in. The Slytherins were grouped on one end, laughing like sadists and watching as Pansy’s comments caused one of the girls to start tearing up. 

Y/N moved closer, leaning her head in to hear what they were saying.

“-and YOU have the audacity to trip me!”

“It was a mistake, I swear! Like I said, I didn’t mean to!” the young Hufflepuff cried out, her voice jumping up a few octaves.

“No matter! I’m not attending a school where Hufflepuff halfbloods can get in my wa-”

“Excuse me?”

Y/N stepped into the circle the students had formed before she could stop herself, bracing herself for the impact to come. 

“I don’t believe I was talking to you, mudblood,” Pansy spat, digging her heels in and puffing out her chest.

Ignoring what the pureblood had just said to her, Y/N began, addressing everyone standing around the scene.

“Listen, can we just admit what Pansy is too embarrassed to?” 

Whispers began filling the crowd. Pansy looked like she didn’t quite know what to do.

“The Hufflepuffs didn’t trip her,” Y/N said, motioning to the two quivering girls next to her. “It’s her heels. We’ve all seen it. Pansy can’t walk in them, but she still insists on wearing them every day.”

Pansy stiffened up, glaring at Y/N, and then trying to glance anonymously at her feet, clad in heels that were ill suited for school. Everyone else in the crowd did the exact same thing. Laughter rippled through the courtyard as people began to remember all the times they saw Pansy stumble around in her shoes. 

Pansy turned a tomato red, spinning around and darting off, at least as fast as she was able considering her footwear. 

Y/N turned and left as well, but not before she noticed a pair of steel-grey eyes staring curiously at her. 

♥♥♥♥

As the days grew longer, Y/N became aware of Pansy’s wrath. The brunette would show up out of nowhere and mess with her by casting little spells to cause embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions or ruin her hair day and even trying to trip her herself. 

Y/N, on the other hand, had other things to be concerned with. 

One day in Charms class, Y/N found herself staring at a certain boy across the room as he lazily practiced Aquamenti.

His pale, slender fingers loosely gripped his wand while his cheek rested on his other hand, tilting his head slightly to the side. There was a peculiar way in which he scrunched his nose as he cast the spell over and over again, each time performing it perfectly. 

Y/N allowed herself to gaze at him for as long as it took for him to fully fill the goblet in front of him with water from the repeated Aquamenti charm, and when Malfoy finally lifted his head up from his hand and glanced over in her direction, she snapped back to attention, pretending to be intently practicing the spell herself.

Gulping, Y/N tried to fight back the blush that rose on her cheeks as she felt the boy’s eyes drag over her. Was he looking at her? She couldn’t say for sure, she was trying so hard to pretend like she hadn’t just been caught staring that she couldn’t naturally look up to see where Malfoy was looking, not now. 

She froze in her chair as she noticed the blonde get up from his chair and make his way over in her general direction.

No, no, no, there was no way, you’re just overanalyzing, there’s no reason why he’d come over here. 

Turning her head, she pretended to rummage through her satchel to pull out a quill for no real reason.

“Is there something in my teeth? Or do you just have a problem with my wand work?”

Y/N jolted, snapping her head back up to see Malfoy standing before her, calmly staring down at her. He was, impressively, much taller than she was. 

This is no time to be thinking of that.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Y/N rolled her quill in between her fingers under the table in an attempt to her hide her nervousness.

“Oh? So why were you staring at me?” Malfoy adopted a rather amused face as Y/N was taken aback from his forwardness.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she retorted, setting her jaw and placing a hand on her hip. 

Malfoy’s lip quirked as he looked her up and down, apparently thinking about what he was going to say next. 

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” 

With that, Malfoy stalked back to his rightful desk, leaving Y/N shocked at the fact that he called her something other than Granger.

♥♥♥♥

It had taken Y/N a while, but when all she could think about was how soft Draco’s hair would feel if she ran her fingers through it, she had to admit that she had begun to nurture a crush on the intolerable pureblood. 

She didn’t know what started it, but she had a hunch that it had to do with his actions that day on the courtyard where he saved that bird, whispering those gentle phrases to it when he thought she couldn’t hear. Or perhaps it was the fact that he was referring to her by her first name now, and the way that it rolled off his tongue was so enticing--so pristine that it made her feel lucky.

She knew it wasn’t right. It was immoral to fall for the boy who had made her sister’s life hell for the better part of 5 years. She knew better than her inner instincts to save the “bad” boy. She knew that Draco was very popular with girls and that if she wanted him, she’d have to get in the back of a very impressive line of girls with more money and better families. 

But a stubborn part of her prodded these doubts away, reminding her of how many times she thought she had seen Draco staring at her out of the corner of her eye, how many times he “accidentally” brushed past her in the hallway. Granted, all of the incidents could’ve been sheer luck and, besides, she was far too shy to talk to him anyways.

So, as any rational 15 year old girl would do, she decided that there was no harm in pursuing him in her imagination. The deal was simple--she wouldn’t make a single move on him in real life, but her daydreams were fair game.

And so, it began. Y/N spent those few precious moments before she drifted off into sleep indulging in her most shameful desires. She imagined what it would feel like to run her fingers through the Slytherin Prince’s hair, to softly trace the outlines of his cheekbones. She wondered if his hands would be cool or warm to the touch, whether or not the icy paleness of his skin was any indicator to either of the options. She imagined that his skin would be soft from the expensive wizard soaps he’d use religiously. She imagined how he’d take his tea--strong with no sugar. 

Her feelings began to collide with reality whenever she ran into Draco in classes, He seemed more interested in tormenting the Golden Trio than he was in the earlier part of the year, forcing Y/N to acknowledge the uglier side of the boy whose lovely eyes she dreamed of at night. However, to her surprise, he never once uttered the word “mudblood” in her presence. In fact, she couldn’t even pinpoint the last time he had said it. 

His taunts became less about her sister’s blood inferiority, morphing into rather clever, witty, and biting remarks about the trio’s irritating amount of self-importance and righteousness. 

As much as Y/N hated to admit it, she agreed with some of it. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all lovely people, but she often felt left out. Since Hermione had met them first, they grew closer to each other than they did to Y/N. They were plenty civil to her, but not as interested in actually being her real friend.

Not that she didn’t mind too much. She already got enough attention being vaguely connected to Harry. She didn’t know how she could handle being a target for all the anti-Potter propaganda and was much more content being as off the map and incognito as possible. 

But at the same time, it was a little sad whenever she saw the trio gain all the glory. They’d sneak into the common room late at night every once in a while, giddily whispering about some secret mission they were on that Hermione refused to tell her twin. 

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” she would always say. “It’s just that if you were to slip anything to the wrong type, we’d be in big trouble.”

So in other words, Hermione just didn’t trust her to stay quiet. 

♥♥♥♥

Y/N laid on her back, staring up at her dorm ceiling and wishing for sleep to take her away. She’d accidentally blown up at ‘Mione when her sister had made a rather condescending remark regarding her potion brewing skills by telling Ron to not copy Y/N’s movements because “there’s no telling if she’s even remotely following the directions”. 

Y/N had snapped and told her sister off, calling her an insecure prick that only felt smart when she was putting herself above others.

“You know,” Y/N had told her, “people who are actually wise don’t feel the need to boast about it.”

Hermione had turned beet red, huffing and putting her back to her sister. Not a single member of the Golden Trio attempted to talk to Y/N after that, not even during meals. 

The true weight of her mistake was now heavy on her chest as she came to the realization that some of the most well known and well liked kids in her house were no longer speaking to her and that this was causing a good portion of her other friends to regard her with caution. She had eaten in silence that evening, studied in solitude, and sat up in her bed alone instead of joining the congregation in the common room. 

Now, not even her imaginary Draco would concern himself with her as she lay in the dark.

You git she thought. I created you, and this is how you repay me?

She’d been in her dorm for over three hours now. Sleep absolutely refused to pull her away, restlessness instead welcoming her with its open yet uncomfortable arms. Her sheets were far too warm for a spring evening and she had turned her pillow over to the cold side so many times that there was no cold side left to speak of.

Finally, with nowhere else to go, she decided to just get out of bed and take a walk. The brisk air would do her nothing but good, and if she was caught by a member of the inquisitorial squad, then at least she’d have some human contact to speak of for the day. 

♥♥♥♥

Y/N found herself at the top of the Astronomy Tower, absentmindedly looking for constellations and failing miserably. She’d nearly failed any question on an exam pertaining to astrological features. 

There was something relaxing and careless about the soft breeze licking at her face. It reminded her that nature didn’t care about her shortcomings or her sharp tongue. She was alive and breathing, and that’s all it took for the universe to allow her to see a beautiful night sky full of stars.

“I never thought of you as someone who breaks curfew.”

The familiar, snooty tone of Draco Malfoy’s voice broke the comforting silence. 

“Aahh!” Y/N yelped, jumping and grabbing onto the railing to prevent her from falling to her death. “Don’t sneak up on me anymore! I could’ve died!”

Draco let out a dark chuckle, propping his own arm on the railing and looking her up and down.

“Well, rest assured,” he told her. “I’m not the one with the murder plot. That’s Pansy. Watch your goblet in the dining hall, will you?”

Y/N couldn’t decipher if he was telling the truth or not, but looking him up and down, she observed that there wasn’t a trace of malice in his expression.

“Are you telling me the truth?” she asked, feeling her defensiveness drain out of her tone.

“Believe it or not, yeah,” Draco drawled, shifting his position so his elbow was supporting his body weight on the railing and his chin was being propped up by his hand in a very similar fashion to that one time in Charms. Now his height was a little closer to Y/N’s, and she could look him in the eyes without turning her chin up too far. “She won’t shut up about how she’s learned how to brew this potion that’ll make all your hair fall out or something. So just...I don’t know, watch out.”

“Aren’t you gonna take me to Umbridge?” Y/N asked, forgetting what he was telling her once she saw the moonlight reflecting off of his inquisitorial squad badge.

“Nah, I’m not in the mood to see that hag tonight.”

A laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it. 

“Oh. Thank you.”

The words felt foreign to Y/N. Things had really taken a turn for the worst--she had spent the past two months relentlessly daydreaming of the boy who bullied her twin, and now she was thanking him. 

Silence hung between the two, and to make things a little less awkward, Y/N turned her body away from him to look up at the sky. 

“Kill any Kricowls recently?” Y/N nearly jumped again when she felt a finger lightly poke her arm.

“Oh....no, I haven’t been feeding any birds peanuts anymore,” she confessed, turning again to meet the boy’s eyes. “I’m starting to realize how much I don’t actually know about the world.”

Draco regarded her curiously for a few moments.

“You’re nothing like your sister, you know,” he finally told her. 

“What do you mean?” Y/N couldn’t decide if this was a compliment or a thinly veiled slight.

“I mean, you accept the fact that there are things that you may not know,” he began. “I’ll be completely honest--I don’t tease Grang--your sister because of her blood type. That played a role when I was a little younger, but now it’s more because she’s an insufferable know it all that’s all holier-than-thou and probably wouldn’t have even let me get close to that Kricowl.”

“I can’t stand her sometimes,” Y/N whispered, looking down at the floor so she wouldn’t have to meet Draco’s piercing eyes. “I know it’s awful because I support the political cause that they support but they’re so...exclusive. I make one mistake and I’m out. There’s no room for accidents when you’re not in the trio.”

From her vantage point, she could see Draco nervously rolling his wand around in his free hand. 

“They aren’t very respectful to you,” he said after a few painful seconds of silence. 

“Well, it’s not like you’re a saint either.” Y/N dared to glance up at him to see a glimmer of hurt flash across his face.

“I know.” He shuffled his feet. “I’m sorry.” 

Y/N, stunned, jerked her head back up.

“You’re what?”

“Merlin, I didn’t think it was that monumental,” Draco mumbled. “I said, I’m sorry. Please forgive me for whatever nasty things I’ve said to you in the past. I’ve been trying to read more about why pureblood prejudice is the way it is, and I learned that.....er...”

Y/N noticed that he was struggling to get out what he was saying.

“You can’t tell anyone this, not right now at least, alright?” Draco nervously stuck his hand out. 

“Sure I won’t.” Y/N took his hand and shook it, noticing how she was right--his hand was soft and supple, warm enough to be pleasant but not enough to be sweaty. 

“Well I did some more research, and I learned that my family actually has some muggle blood in it...like, there’s a lot of half-bloods that married muggles and branched out, but they were still Malfoys at birth.”

Y/N gaped at him.

“And I don’t really enjoy hypocrisy, so I’ve...er...been kind of trying to reconstruct my political views.” 

“Good for you.” 

Y/N sat there for a little bit, grappling with all the information he’d just told her.

“Pinch me.” Her voice rang out before she could stop it.

“What?” Draco stared at her in wide-eyed confusion.

“It’s a muggle thing,” she told him. “Pinch me to prove I’m not dreaming. A Malfoy just told me that he wants to get over his blood prejudice, so yeah, forgive me if I’m a little surprised.”

“So you think you’re dreaming about me, huh?” A smirk appeared on his face.

“No, you...ugh! That’s not what it means at all!” She rolled her eyes to hide the fact that her cheeks were growing redder by the second.

“Well, you can’t blame me for being curious,” he said to her, his tone noticeably lower. Draco took his hand off the railing, rising up to his original height before stepping nearer to her. He was much closer than he should’ve been for a simple conversation. “You think I haven’t noticed how much you watch me?”

“I have no clue as to what you’re referring to.” She fought to keep her tone steady as he inched even closer. 

“Oh, I think you do.” He paused after ducking his head down to be eye level with her. “See, you’re blushing.”

“It’s dark out,” she said lamely. There was no way that this was real. She had to be dreaming.

“And? Still doesn’t change the fact that your cheeks are significantly darker than the rest of your face.”

“What are you trying to do?” Y/N surrendered, leaving his statement out to hang in the air unanswered.

“This.” 

He suddenly darted forward, his hands curling around her sides and his lips aiming for hers. 

“Stop!”

Y/N pushed back at his chest, holding her head back out of reach and glaring at him. 

His face looked immeasurably pained as he retracted his hands, putting them back in their pocket.

“I thought you wanted...”

“Maybe I do,” she told him, taking a step back. “But not right now. You told me that I had inferior breeding less than 6 months ago. I need some time. Please.”

Draco opened and closed his mouth a couple times, clearly not expecting this reaction. 

“I know what this is, Draco,” she told him, softer this time. “I know you’re trying to ease your guilty conscience by doing,” she motioned to the space between the two of them, “this. I’m not interested in that right now, understand? I haven’t forgiven you yet for all of those things you’ve done to my sister.”

He dipped his head down, clearly ashamed to have been caught in the act.

“I really don’t think that that’s it, though,” he said after drawing in a shaky breath. “I’ve always been...interested, but I could never allow myself to act on it, but now that I feel as though my beliefs are evolving...”

“That’s good, Draco, that really is,” Y/N soothed, stepping back towards him. “But I still need time. And so do you, to make sure you’re not fabricating all of this to hide your guilt.”

“That’s not at al--nevermind. You’re right.”

Y/N was struck with the thought that this was the first time she’d heard the words “you’re right” come out of Draco’s mouth in a situation where he wasn’t mocking someone or being sarcastic. 

“Can I take you to Hogsmeade, at least? This Saturday?” He swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I have a better idea. What can Kricowls be fed?”

final a/n: feel free to berate me on how ooc this draco is... i couldn’t possibly bear to write some kind of kiss or any real physical intimacy in the end because i don’t think that draco would change that quickly and i definitely don’t think he’d have this level of an existential crisis regarding his blood purity before his task in 6th year. for this reason, i don’t think i’ll be continuing this fic as it’s already long enough and i don’t fancy writing more ooc draco, as cute as the request was. so if you requsted this....please don’t feel bad! i’m sorry if i didn’t give you what you wanted. i might rewrite this one a little later when i have more time and when i can do another series because i think if i were to rewrite this, i would make it much longer and give draco 2x as much time to grow up and redeem himself. ok, that’s all, thank you for reading!

[xgryffinwhore]

Young Sirius Black x Reader!!

Stolen Star

summary: You and Sirius have been best friends for a while, but what happens when he gets sick of burrying his feelings for you?

warnings : fluff, liiiiight smut, i may have spelt words wrong?

This was a regular evening you spent with your friends in the chilly Gryffindor common room, late November, gathered by the fire and goofing around as you all had done for years previously. It was your 6th year, finally. As the night rolled by, the laughter became more contagious, and smiles widened to what witty thing James was going to say next. Remus and Peter sitting on the floor laughing at him. Lily hiding her face, embarrassed of her choice of a man. And you and Sirius. Like always, together.

You and had grown up a few houses down from James, so entering Hogwarts wasn't lonely. He made friends quickly, but you didn't. You were very independent, that’s why most people found you intimidating. But James understood that and introduced you to the infamous marauders, who became your family faster than anyone imagined. The entire group was inseparable; you, Lily, James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius went everywhere together. But you and Sirius moved as one. But you and Sirius, you moved as one. From the moment he met you, he knew you were going to be important to his life.

You were sitting with James during dinner, it was the first night of Holiday break after exams, and your parents went to Ireland to go visit a sick fired, so you were forced to stay at school. James' parents learned fast that having James at school as much as possible was most beneficial to their stress levels, so he was also spending holiday break at school. You were eating your pudding, laughing at James’s fail of a paper snowflake when a small lanky boy with messy black hair sat across from the both of you. You looked up immediately, his grey eyes we're playful and guilty (of what, we do not know) and had was looking rather mischievously at James when you caught his eye. ”Mate” he threw a pea at James’s temple ”Whos that?” he side-eyed you. Are you joking? You were right there. ”Are you serious right now?” He snickered ”Yeah, yeah I am, Who are you?” Then you remembered. It’s Sirius Black, he pantsed a 5th year and got hung up on a flag pole. You’ve heard things about him; absolutely not one thing good. You smirked lightly and said ”I could tell you..” you trailed off and loaded for a spoon with pudding. ”Or, I could just” and you wanted the gushy chocolatey mess directly onto his cheek. James boomed milk out of his nose and hit the table laughing uncontrollably. You got up and walked away, hearing a distraught yet entertained Sirius equal ”Oui I like her, she's got spice!” All break, Sirius bothered you, trying to get to know you better. You eventually gave in.

And now here you are, years later and closer then magnets. Your personalities complimented each other, and you absolutely adored each other. Of course, you thought of Sirius as more than a friend, the sexual tension between you two was astronomical, but you knew he thought of you as a sister. As the night went on, Sirius’s arm never left your shoulder. This hand always found its way to your knee. And he was constantly looking back at you, to see your reaction to things he and his idiot friends were doing. It was late, you were tired ”Lils, I'm going to bed, come with?” you gestured at lily with your fingers, she grabbed them and you both waved goodbye to the boys. Giving them hugs and goodnight messages. ”Night Sirius, ill see you tomorrow.” He smiled at you and kissed your hand ”Goodbye doll, I'll be seeing you bright and early tomorrow, saving your seat.” And with a wink, you were up the stairs in bed, sleeping soundly after a long lovely night with the people you love.

*Sirius POV*

There she goes, the girl with the perfect wink, the perfect smile, the perfect shoulder to rest on, the perfect everything. Sirius had it for you bad, for years now, how could he not. All his mates knew, the people who saw you knew, and the ones who didn't, wouldn't take long to figure it out. He was going to tell you that night, he swore. After your foot disappeared from the stairs, the other three boys gave him quite the nag. ”I recall some cocky bastard declaring he was going to confess to a certain Y/n how he felt tonight, hm?” James poked at your rib. ”Yeah pads, it's killing us, and I bet it's killing her,” Remus said roughly. Remus and James passed an upset Sirius, bumping their shoulders with his and heading up their dorm. Peter followed quickly, giving Sirius an empathetic look. Sirius stood there for a minute, thinking how stupid he was, Y/n is a perfect girl, if she doesn't like him she doesn't like him and that's that. But it's killing him and everyone around them to see they're flirting goes unsolved. He knew what he had to do.

*back to reader*

You some up late the next morning, around 10. You missed breakfast, and Lily was sitting on your bed, looking at you and beamed when your eyes opened. ”Good morning Y/n, Sirius is waiting for you down in the common room, had said rake your time.” You rubbed your eyes and waved her off. You out on one of your casual skirts and your usual Sunday jumper, Y/f/c of course, it brought out your eyes. You pulled back your hair in a messy low bun, leaving strands out to frame your face. You skip down the stairs to see Sirius waiting on the couch. You tap his shoulder and are greeted with a bright smile. “Lauren” he grins standing up and picking you up, throwing your body over his shoulder and out of the portrait hole. “Sirius!? Where are you taking me” you begin picking his back and kicking. “Love, it would be so much easier if you just trusted me and waited” he patted your bum and you hit his spine. He set you took you up the astronomy tower. “So you mean to tell me you got me out of bed and carried me like a sack of potatoes, to a tower to be used during the night, in the afternoon?” You liked at him confused; “Y/n can’t I just have no excuse to hang out with you? is it that big of a deal that I just wanted hang out” he turned away sounding annoyed. You walked up slowly and put your hand on his shoulder and turned him around “Sirius is there something wrong? I’m sorry, we hang out all the time I just didn’t know why you brought me here” she looked at him, in a way that made his heart wrench. He took her hand in his and with the other brushed the strands from her face “Y/n” he looked into your soul with those grey eyes “I need you to close your eyes for my love, trust me?” you did, blindly. Closing your eyes was intimidating, the second your eyes shut, your heartbeat sped up, and you knew he could hear it. you felt his face grace your jawline and baby hairs and suddenly, soft lips were on yours. you were breathless for a second, so was he. this was it. you wrapped your arms around his neck and back and parted your lips inviting him in. he took the opportunity with a low groan from the back of his throat. his hands hastily roamed your waste and hips, bring them closer to his core. His tongue darted in and out of your mouth, teasing you. His right hand began roaming the front of you, but stopped under your breast and tremored back down to your stomach. you broke the kiss to move his hand back up to cup your breast ”you can do that you know” you blushed. He looked down in amazement then back into your y/e/c eyes ”doll, I’m in love with you.” “Sirius, I love you” you whispered, that set him off. he picked you up by your thighs and drove you up the stone wall, holding you up and kissing you monstrously. you but your fingers in his hair and pulled it. Sirius let out a weak moan as he began creating friction between your womanhood and his member. you could feel his heat, and you were sure he could feel yours. you pulled his hair harder, rolling your hips into his, creating a sloppy, moaning mess. you’d never had sex, but you were ready for him. you’d been ready for him. you began taking off your shirt, but to your surprise, he set you down. you looked up at him in shock and confusion, but before you could question him he put his index finger in front of your mouth and smiled “there’s no rush Y/n, I’m taking my time with you.” You spent The remainder of the day up in the astronomy tower, sharing stories of how you almost told each other of your true feelings, and the memories you shared that were romantic, and every thought or feeling that you’ve ever had with each other. you were in the middle of kissing, Again (why wouldn’t you be its mother trucking Sirius black) when you heard to victory giggles from the stairwell. “ FINALLY! HALLELUJAH!” James cry it out, well Remus stayed by his side looking giddy. James walked over to Sirius and punched him in the shoulder “ Atta boy, knew you’d do it, you too need a good snogging” Remus came over and pulled James away and began ushering him down the stairs.

[afishcalledfatin]

Dr NAKAMOTO

ALL MY COVERS HAVE THE NAME INSOMNIAC BECAUSE THIS WAS FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT!!

Fafa's note: ahhh hello~ the story is super long and I apologise if the quality isn’t as good. I hope you enjoy it!

summary:  in which Yuta, a scary and intimidating doctor suddenly develops feelings for a resident who was working under him, you.

Pairing: doctors! Yuta x female reader

genre: FLUFF

• He’s a neurosurgeon.

• Super serious  

• A member of “handsome doctors” group.

• Has a smile that can make anyone swoon

• Rarely smiles though. Unless with friends, family and patients.

• Everyone is intimidated by him.

• But he isn’t an asshole to the residents and interns. He’s just firm with them.  

• “A hospital is no place for funny business.” you’ll always hear him say this.         Which is true.

• Tough demeanour

• But super soft on the inside uwu

• Has a soft spot for Dr Dong. “SICHENG NOTICE ME!” “DR NAKAMOTO STAHPPP.”  

• Drinks black coffee but will get a green tea or hot chocolate once in a while.  

• MAKE SURE TO ADD MARSHMALLOWS TO HIS HOT CHOCOLATE!

• Dyes his hair and doesn’t get into trouble. I don’t know how he does it.

• “Is Dr Nakamoto’s hair purple?” “Wasn’t it grey the other day?” Nobody dares to ask though.

• Will always offer to pay but secretly hopes he doesn’t have to when paying for dinner with the guys.  

• Sorta scared of the emergency ward. Johnny has to go to him if he wants to hang out

• Resting bitch face is strong with this one, he looks really hot though. You could see him from a mile away and feel goosebumps grow. He’s that powerful. “Is it cold or something? Oh wait, no it’s Dr Nakamoto.”

• But will nod in acknowledgement to patients.  

• Legend says if you smile to him he might smile back.

• Nurses constantly talk about him. Oh, he knows by the way. He just doesn’t say anything.  

• SUPER SOFT FOR HIS PATIENTS. LITERALLY ALL SMILES AND COMFORTING WORDS.

• Hangs out with Dr Jung a lot. Also because Dr Jung is very curious on how the human brain works. Dr Nakamoto just goes along with it.

• “YUTA I HAVE QUESTIONS.” “That’s Dr Nakamoto in the work place and I’ll only answer them over coffee and cake.”  

• What’s it like to work with him?

• You need to be dedicated and focused.

• Expect a lecture once in a while.

• He really loves and appreciates those who work with him. He just doesn’t show it. If he ever says “good job today.” “you did well.” “keep it up.” Its short for YOU GUYS ARE GREAT AND TALENTED I LOVE ALL OF YOU PLEASE DON’T GIVE UP.

• Loves to bully Mark and Donghyuck.

• “I’m a better doctor than Mark right?” “I like Jaemin.” “but Jaemin is a nurse.” “Your point is?” “ARE YOU SAYING WE’RE BOTH BAD DOCTORS?” “I gotta go finish my paperwork.”

• Worries for his friends sanity sometimes but loves them no matter what.

• “Yuta, why do we have fingertips but not toe tips. BUT WE TIP TOE AND NOT TIP FINGER? YUTA WHAT?” “Taeil you should come in for a check up sometime. I’m genuinely worried for what’s going on in there.”

• But sometimes he hits blunt too.

• “Sicheng, do you think fish see water? Like we don’t see air. Holy shit.” “Uhm…”

• Pays attention to everything. “Did you use a new perfume?” “yeah, I am. I’m surprised you noticed.”

• Secretly wants to find love but doesn’t know how.

• Then you walked into his life.

• You were a resident who was working under Dr Nakamoto. At first, you were under the impression that he didn’t like you. Then again, he didn’t really like all the the residents.

• But he noticed how you were always writing reminders and notes. You were skillful and made sure there wasn’t a mistake in your work. He found your bubbly personality quite questionable at first but after a while he got used to it.  

• “Are you alright?” “I’m just tired, finish these up for me.” which you will. He always wondered why you never complained with the amount of work he gave until one day he asked.

• “You never whine or silently curse like your colleagues, why is that?” “I make sure I’m not a burden to you. The last thing I want you to feel is that I’m not serious about this. This is my dream and I’ll do anything to make sure it comes true.”

• After that, he trusted you with a lot of tasks. He knew you were the best one out of your whole group and you were also happy that he trusted you.

• You actually grew closer. Having silly arguments and all. You had a small crush on him but you ignored it.

• “Cereal first then milk. Period.” “Nah, milk then cereal.” “Doc, you’ve got serious problems.” “Excuse you, but the cereal doesn’t get as soggy as fast.”

• He usually lets you win

• Sometimes it’s actually serious though but its never gotten so bad where you’d avoid each other. He became really scary that one time you mixed up a bunch of papers. He was really pissed at you and you snapped causing you to get your emotions in the way.

• “I can’t believe you mixed up the papers Y/N. I’m disappointed in you.” “I’m so sorry.” “You should be. You’ve just wasted my time. Did you know that those files hold very important information about each and every one of my patients? Because of you, now I will need to- ” “I didn’t mean to, okay? Did you think I wanted that to happen? No, I didn’t.” Your voice breaking. You walked off, slightly teary.  

• You were having a tough day. Your family cat had fallen ill, you couldn’t sleep, a patient vomited on you and overall you just had a really shitty day. He was shocked. That was the first time anyone has ever snapped at Yuta.

• He would normally be super frustrated but that day, his chest hurt when he saw you walk away.

• He had let you cool off first then you found a cookie with a note that said “are you okay? I’m sorry for yelling at you. Forgive me?” in your bag. You knew he didn’t show emotions well, so the fact he did that made your heart swell. That was when your feelings for him began to grow.

• At first, he didn’t understand why he cared about your feelings so much. He ignored it for so long.

• “I shouldn’t be treating her like this. All residents need to be treated equally but I can’t help but.. care for her.” He told Taeyong. Taeyong looked at his confused friend. “Yuta, I have a few questions for you. When she’s with her male colleagues, how do you feel?” “Honestly, a bit annoyed. The way they talk to her its just so irritating.” “Okay, how bout when she’s happy? What makes her happy?” “I get this warm feeling when I see her happy. She gets really excited when she accomplish things.” “Okay, final question. Do you hate seeing her sad?” “Of course! she gets teary eyed and pouty. I DON’T KNOW IT JUST HURTS.” Taeyong merely laughed.

• “Yuta.. you like her.” Yuta was staring at Taeyong. He hasn’t liked anyone since middle school. “Are you sure?” “Yuta, you get jealous seeing her with other guys. You are happy when she’s happy and you never want to see her sad because you get sad yourself. The last time we spoke of the residents, you didn’t care for any of their feelings. You. Like. Her.”

• You guys were back to normal but he seemed quieter than usual.  

• You didn’t know why he was quiet and you decided to change that. You told him your jokes.

• Even though the jokes were really bad, he would eventually let out a chuckle. Followed by “Gosh, you’re really lame sometimes.” But he loved having you around anyways. He knew you were trying your best to make him happy.

• The doctors noticed how his mood has changed lately. He wasn’t as serious all the time.  

• “Look, I’m not saying I didn’t like it BUT I WAS NOT EXPECTING HIM TO TICKLE ME.”  

• That was when Taeyong decided to tell the group about Yuta’s little crush.

• “WAIT, SO YOU’RE TELLING US THAT OUR BROODING AND SERIOUS BEST FRIEND IS DEVELOPING FEELINGS FOR A RESIDENT?” “Yep” “Doesn't he hate the residents though?” “Oh, he still does. Except for that certain one.”

• They would occasionally ask how you were and that one time Johnny and Jaehyun joined you for lunch.

• “Y’know, finding the one can make you really happy.” Jaehyun said out of the blue. “Yeah, I gotta thank Dr Nakamoto for introducing the love of my life to me. I wish he had someone too.” Johnny said as he drank his coffee. “Uhm yeah. That would be nice.” you said awkwardly. “WELL, I MEAN HE’S BEEN REALLY LONELY AND- OH MY GOD YUTA. HEY!” Johnny dropped his spoon as he saw Dr Nakamoto standing behind you. “Uhuh, who were you talking about, Johnny?” your lunch break was over so you decided to YEET.

• “Well, it was nice having lunch together. Thank you!” you walked past Dr Nakamoto and he gave you a little smile.

• They were about to leave before Yuta stared at them causing them to sit back down. “Well, you see, Y/N is such a great person and-” “You guys, I know that you all know. Doyoung asked me about it.” he plopped down in one of the seats. “We’re really happy you found someone, y’know.” Jaehyun smiled. “I don’t think she feels the same way though...”

• The other residents were lowkey jealous of how the other doctors were treating you but they teased you about it though.

• “Y/N your favourite doctor is looking for you.” “what?” “Dr Nakamoto?” “guys.. stop.” As you run away.

• “Y/N, its urgent please come to my office.” You received a text from Dr Nakamoto. You were already on the way there.  

• “Doc?” because you were typically close with him, he didn’t mind if you called him that. Only you though.

• “Hey, uhm so I wanted to talk to you about something.” For the first time, the confident Dr Nakamoto was nervous.

• “Sure! About?” you waited for his reply until he shook his head. “Uh, you are finally ending your residency in a week.” You nod, not sure what he was trying to say. “What I wanted to say was…” you waited. Secretly hoping. “I’M TREATING ALL OF YOU FOR DINNER THE DAY YOU GUYS BECOME DOCTORS.” You smile a bit. Slightly disappointed but still happy. What a goof.

• “Thank you doc. I’ll tell the rest of them.” You walked out.

• “You idiot.” Yuta muttered to himself as he plopped back into his chair. “Why can’t you just tell her?” he huffed.

• You told everyone and they were excited.

• A week has passed and you and your colleagues were officially doctors.

• Yuta came up to you. “Congratulations Y/N. Here.” He gave you a small box.

• You were shocked that he got you a gift. “Thank you, Dr Nakamoto. You shouldn’t have.”

• He smiled and walked away. You got a text from him. It was the address to the restaurant.

• Everyone was out of their scrubs and was now wearing their casual attire. You opt for an over sized sweater and tucked it into your jeans. You paired it with heeled boots. You opened up the gift he gave you and you smiled. It was a bracelet with stars. You have mentioned how much you loved stargazing. You were surprised that he remembered. You carefully picked it up and wore it. Finally, you tied your hair into a messy bun.  

• You looked great.

• Dr Nakamoto hasn’t actually seen you outside of work before, so when he saw you he literally chocked on his water.

• “Doc, you okay?” you sat across from him. He was wearing a white dress shirt. He unbuttoned the first two buttons and rolled his sleeves to his elbows.

• You couldn’t help but look because hot damn.

• “Yeah, just saw… something.” He continued to sip on his water.

• The dinner was great, some doctors couldn’t drink because they were working that night including you two.

• You couldn’t help but notice how… happy Dr Nakamoto looked. He barely smiled or laughed in front of many people.

• He also invited the other doctors which caused many of the customers at the restaurants to stare at the group of good-looking men.  

• You didn’t notice how you were staring at him. He turned to you and gave you a sweet smile, making you look down. You blushed, hard. Dinner was over and Yuta obviously paid, like he promised. Taeil sighed in relief.

• “Hey Doc! Wait up!” you called for Yuta. Both of you were working tonight, so you thought you could just walk back with him.

• He turned around, his jacket in his hand while his other hand was in his pocket. Man, he looked great. His shirt was tucked into his fitting pants. His hair pushed back. “Is everything alright?” he asked. You cocked an eyebrow. “I’m on duty tonight. I thought we could walk back together.” He nodded. “Sure. C’mon.”

• The walk was quiet. It wasn’t awkward, it was a comfortable silence.

• “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” “What is it?”

• “I… I really-” a raindrop fell onto his cheek. Both of you looked at each other before rain began to pour.

• “Are you serious?” he muttered, you were trying to cover your head from the rain.

• Yuta suddenly pulled you closer to him as he covered the both of you with his jacket. “Let’s run.” You both ran to the closest bus stop. You both laughed together. He stopped and stared at you, a smile on his face.

• “Y/N.” He called. You face him and saw him coming closer to you. “I swear to god, I hope this works.” You were about to question him but then his strong hand held onto your waist and pulled you to his chest, while his other hand holds your face gently. His lips on yours, moving slowly. You were shocked at first but you wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed him back.

• “You have no idea how nervous I am. You’ve been occupying my mind for the longest time. You’re an extraordinary person Y/N. When I first met you, I didn’t really think much besides how gorgeous you are. When I got to know you, I began to realise you were different. How calm you are when you speak to patients or how passionate you are while working. At first, I thought I only liked you because you weren’t like the rest of the residents but then i was wrong. I liked you because I was developing very strong feelings for you. I realised this the day I made you sad. Seeing you makes me happy, hearing you laugh gives me a warm feeling. When I see you sad, I just want to give you a hug and tell you everything was going to be okay. Basically, I.. I really like you Y/N. So, so much.” he stopped. You could hear his shallow breaths. You hugged him, resting your head on his chest.  

• He sighed, hands wrapped around your waist. You suddenly let go and began pacing, he watched you intently before you turned around “WAIT HOLD ON. SO, YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME?” he nodded, confused as to why you were pacing around.

• “YOU’RE TELLING ME I COULD’VE BEEN WITH YOU EARLIER? DR NAKAMOTO YUTA I SWEAR TO GOD. I’VE HAD A CRUSH ON YOU FOR THE LONGEST TIME. I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME and oh my god I need to shut up.” As you noticed his amused expression.

• He laughed so hard that he was clutching onto his stomach. You both laughed until you realised the rain had stopped. The both of you walked back to the hospital, hand in hand. He looked down at your hand and grinned, seeing the bracelet he gave on your wrist.

• So, what was he like when you were together?

• Well, S W E E T.

• Writes you cute notes and leaves them on your laptop.

• “Ms Y/N, you’re leaving the stars jobless. You are glowing.” “Y’know how you were wondering on what to do on your free day, wanna go on a hike? I found a mountain with a beautiful view and I wanna share it with you my love.” “I can’t wait for our date later, aka our coffee break ♡” “Just wanted to remind you that I love you very much. And I’m hungry. Meet me at the cafeteria in an hour! ♡♡♡”

• Quick pecks right before a surgery. Coffee dates and walking around parks. He liked listening to you when you talked and when you were angry about something, he’ll comfort you and he’ll play with your hair. After you cooled down, he would advice you on your problem. When he was angry, all he wanted to do was to take a nap with you. It always calmed him down.

• You were each others support systems.

•  You love Yuwin. *Yuta hugs Sicheng* “AHHH YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTEEE!” “I DON’T DESERVE YOU Y/N.” “gUYS!”  

• Yuta was so public like HE MADE SURE EVERYONE KNEW YOU GUYS WERE DATING.

• The guys would TRY to tease him but he would always stare at them dead in the eye before they could even continue

• “So, how’s datin-” “Jungwoo.” “Uh I have to go pee.”

• But loves to tease you. Especially in front of the guys

• *stares at him* “So, are you going to kiss me or what?”

• *the guys stare at him with wide eyes* “Well goddamn Yuta.”

• Doesn’t matter though, you love him a lot and he loves you just as much.

Hello~ I don’t actually know how the medical world works, I only know the basics. I deeply apologise if there are mistakes.  

Credits to owner of the photo.

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Static Radio - Whumptober 2020 Fic

Entry number 13 and 21 for Whumptober 2020: Breathe In Breathe Out and I Don’t Feel So Well/Chronic Pain

Title: Static Radio Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Pairing: Prompto/Noctis Rating: T Trigger Warnings: Major character death, coughing up blood Summary: After Noctis defeated Ardyn and took the throne, Insonima has been working hard to build itself back up. There is always work to do for everyone, from citizen to Crownsguard. Trying to be the king of a kingdom in ruins was a hard task, a busy task, which is why Prompto couldn't really catch his best friend to talk to him in private. To tell the now-king that his best friend was dying.

Cross posted to Ao3

Prompto hunched over in a corner of the Citadel, covering his mouth with his elbow as he coughed loudly, the force causing his entire body to shake. He was already running late for the meeting he was supposed to attend and this wasn’t helping. After the second round of lung-scarring coughs wracked through his chest, he took a moment to try and compose himself. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, purposefully ignoring the dark red stain that was now setting into his jacket. His jacket was black so no one would notice. After forcing himself to breathe normally he straightened his clothes and went back to panicking about running late.

“When are you planning to tell Noctis?” Prompto was rudely awoken from his daydreaming by Ignis’s soft tone. He blinked, looking around the meeting room. Everyone was filling out already so clearly he’d checked out and missed the last half hour of the meeting. And now it was just him and the advisor leaning against the desk in front of him.

“Tell him...what? Exactly?” Prompto knew he was playing dumb and it would get him absolutely nowhere. If anyone could figure out what was going on with literally no information, it would be Ignis. The older man let the tension hang between them, a silent sigh.

“About your condition. This has already been going on for months. You’re on a strict timeline.” The blond wanted to frown. Some day, just once in his life, he wanted Ignis to be wrong about something. But, as always, he somehow put together all the pieces of a puzzle that no one else seemed to even notice was there just yet. How a blind man managed to figure out something was physically wrong with him was completely beyond his comprehension but he knew better than to try and figure it out. Ignis could do anything he wanted it by stubbornness alone.

“I’ll tell him. Just, the right time hasn’t come up yet. Don’t worry about it.”

“How could I not worry? It is none of my business but Prompto…”

“I know, I’ll tell Noct. Just, gimmie some time.” Prompto knew time was the one thing he didn’t have. And clearly, the advisor knew it as well but he said no more. With a small nod, Ignis excused himself, leaving behind enough doubt in his wake that it didn’t even seem like he left. He was right (he was always right). Time was running out if he was going to tell Noctis. But how did one tell their best friend they were dying?

Normally Prompto would spend his afternoon training, working, taking pictures, or maybe going out drinking. There was a lot left to do to rebuild Insomnia and even the rest of the continent beyond that. But today wasn’t one of those days. Instead, he just went home, half collapsing onto his bed, still in his jacket and shoes. His home was little more than an apartment with a bed, shower, and a fridge but he really didn’t need anything else. Especially not now. Not when every bone in his body felt like it was shattering to pieces under his skin.

By the time he hit the mattress he was so exhausted that he wasn’t sure if he could even shift into a better position. Every day was getting harder and harder. It hurt to walk, sit, stand, breathe, exist. He was good at hiding it, of course, hiding things was the one thing that Prompto had managed to completely master. Hiding his feelings, hiding his pain. He didn’t want anyone else to worry. But now the pain had transitioned into something a whole lot worse. Thinking of it seemed to remind his body that his lungs were still in his chest and he rolled onto his knees, a sudden string of coughs ripping through his lungs. Since no one was watching he didn’t bother to hide, Prompto just let the blood splatter onto his mattress.

Once the forceful need to cough had finally faded he ended up coughing more, blood clogging his throat. Ignis was right, he was running out of time. He’d already tried potions and magic, nothing made it any better, nothing took the pain away. Prompto even knew why, he just pretended that he didn’t. He wasn’t wounded or ill, he was breaking down. Magitek soldiers weren’t cloned to live long lives. They were supposed to be created and then demonized so quickly it didn’t matter how long their bodies could survive. He was just reaching the end of his shelf life.

Even for Prompto, who had retained best friend status even through ten years of separation, it was hard to get time with Noctis alone. There was always something. And no one could blame him for that. He was rebuilding an entire kingdom, one brick at a time. So when Noctis was running late he couldn’t really hold it against his friend. Instead, he just waited, watching. He’d chosen to meet at the fountain, a landmark for most people, but to them it was special. As teenagers they’d spent a lot of time here, goofing off, talking about school, talking about life. It was where Nocits told him about his marriage to Luna; it was where he told Noctis about how lonely he was sometimes, jealous, that Noctis had so many people who loved him. It seemed like a fitting place to talk.

While he was sitting there, just watching people walk by, a piece of trash was blown by the wind. It hit the gunman in the face who let out a huff, grabbing the plastic with a little more force than necessary. It was an empty chip bag. He almost yelled about people littering a city they were still putting back together when he noticed the bottom of the bag. It had a date stamped on it, the best by date. Prompto ‘hmmed’ under his breath. He was no different from a mass-produced bag of chips. Except he was sticking around way past his best by date.

“Sorry I’m late, what did you want to talk about? I hope it’s qu...Prompto? Are you okay?” Noctis hurried up to his friend, the tone of his voice trailing from rushed to worried. He’d know that whatever Prompto wanted to talk about was serious, he wouldn’t have suggested meeting at the fountain otherwise, but there was clearly something wrong. He looked pale, haggard, in a way that the king had never seen before. And he’d seen his friend chased by daemons, climbing a mountain, running for his life, and kidnapped and tortured by Ardyn.

The blond let out a heavy sigh before lifting his head and smiling at his friend, even if it didn’t meet his eyes. He tossed the empty bag over his shoulder, letting the wind carry it away.

“I’m fine.” The lie deflated before it even left his mouth. “Okay, I’m not exactly fine. But that’s why I wanted to talk. Um…” He bit down on his lip, trying to sort out of how to say this. He should have decided that ahead of time but good ideas were never his strong suit.

“Ya know how when stuff gets mass produced it’s not necessarily very high quality?” Prompto offered what seemed like a change of subject. Noctis slowly walked over and sat next to him on the edge of the fountain. Just like when they were in high school.

“Yeah. Prompto…”

“Well, if you remember, I um. I kinda…” Blue eyes looked up and met the king’s looking back at him. He wanted to just leave off there, let the rest stay unsaid. The look, the pity in Noctis’s eyes said that he knew where this was going, he understood. But he didn’t stop Prompto, he let him continue. He wanted him to continue. He needed to head the words.

“I’m dying, Noct. I’m breaking down. It’s been over a year and it’s just getting, well, bad. Like real bad. And I-” Prompto felt himself get cut off by a sensation against his mouth. It took his brain much too long to register that he was no longer talking because he was being kissed. It took even longer for his brain to catch up on why this was such a bad idea, but he ignored that part of his inner monologue and just kissed back.

“I’m not going to let you die.” Nocits spoke but Prompto barely heard it through the blood rushing by his ears. He could still feel the cool lips against his, the scratch of Noctis’s stumble against his cheek.

“We, you, um, what just happened?” The gunman looked around, almost expecting someone to jump out with a video camera. But nothing happened. A few passers-by were giving him an indecipherable look but that much was to be expected. The king had just kissed him. Suddenly. In public.

“Prompto.” Noctis took one of his hands, intertwining their fingers like lovesick teenagers. “I’m not going to let you die. I want to know why you didn’t tell me before but I’m sure you had your reasons. I’m going to fight tooth and nail for you, you know that. So come on. I’m sure we can figure something out.”

For a few short seconds Prompto just blinked. He’d thought about this conversation all night. He’d planned out what to say, not that he’d remembered any of his plans once he started talking, and he had tried to prepare himself for Noct’s response. He was prepared for sadness, anger, disappointment. Not for a kiss. Not for the king to look him in the eyes and promise to try and find a way to help him.

“Noct, I mean, um, thanks?” He couldn’t help but smile. It didn’t matter how much it hurt, how much he spent every day wanted nothing more than for it to end because then he could go back to bed, none of that mattered. Not compared to this. To Noct smiling at him, holding on just tight enough that it said ‘I’m not letting go’.

Just as Prompto stood up so they could walk back to the Citadel together he felt it. The familiar tickle. It started as nothing more than an annoyance but blossomed into a full-blown need in only a few seconds. He pulled his hand away from the king’s long enough to cover his mouth as he started to cough, hacking loudly as his entire body trembled with each breath. He felt droplets of blood splatter across his fingers as black dots started to appear in his vision. He couldn’t stop coughing.

“Come on Prom, you’re okay. Come on, breathe!” Noctis helped him kneel on the ground, his entire world out of focus. All he could pay attention to was the burn in his chest and the wet droplets against his hands. He had to hold on, just a little bit longer. He wasn’t going to let himself die, not after Noctis, not after he realized that he might actually have a chance.

“Come on, Prom, breathe. You’re okay just keep breathing. We need help, can someone get us help!” Noctis yelled to the people around them, a few of which were quickly running off. Hopefully to get someone. The king felt his friend fading in his arms. He was coughing less and less, but not because he didn’t need to, but because he was passing out.

“Prompto!” Noctis lifted the other man in his arms, just as he saw some of the new Crownsguard rushing over. Maybe they couldn’t save him just yet, but if they could just keep him alive then they would have time. They just needed more time.

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Taron Egerton: This I Promise You.

Note: This is for @sarahegerton96. I hope that you like this. Excuse the mistakes please.

Enjoy!

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In the days leading up to Nova and Taron’s daddy daughter date, the Egerton family were yet to announce to their families, that a new addition would be arriving soon. First on the list of people to tell were Taron’s mum and step-father along with his two sisters, Rosie and Mari. It was Christmas morning and everyone had opened their gifts and had a beautifully cooked hot breakfast thanks to Taron. After breakfast, the girls went upstairs to get dressed and ready for the trip to Wales. “Girls, let’s go.” Sarah called from the bottom of the staircase.

 “Coming mum.” Nova called as the girls dressed themselves in the shirts Sarah had gotten them to wear when they told their families about Gary. Nova came running downstairs with her big sister shirt on. She smiled in excitement when she saw her father walk out of the front door with bags of presents. “Ellie you coming down?” Nova called this time. “I’m stuck.” She called back frantically. Nova laughed and ran back up to help her. She found her sister trying to shove her head through the arm hole of her own big sister shirt. “You look like an idiot.” Nova laughed. “Help me?” Ellie whimpered. The oldest Egerton helped her sister and soon enough, Ellie was in her shirt properly. 

Both girls bolted for the stairs as Taron packed the car. “You girls ready to go?” Taron asked as he walked back in. “Yup, let’s go.” Sarah said as they made their way to the car headed off for Wales. Unfortunately, three hours into the trip, Ellie started feeling ill. “Daddy.” Ellie said as she tried to get her father’s attention. “Hang on a minute sweetheart, I’m speaking to mummy.” Taron said. “But daddy.” Ellie tried again. “Ellie I said hang on a minute. Please don’t be rude.” Taron said with frustration. “But daddy, I don’t feel well.” Ellie explained as her tummy churned. “What’s wrong my little elf?” Taron asked with concern as he felt the guilt setting in because of getting cross with her. “I think I’m going to be sick.” She replied as she hastily covered her mouth. Taron pulled the car over as fast as he could and just as he opened her car door, Ellie started to throw up. Thankfully, he was able to step back in time.  

As Ellie was getting sick, Nova rubbed her back in comfort. When Nova turned to ask her mother for a tissue, she saw that Sarah was sitting there with her hand over her mouth and had her eyes closed as she herself tried to resist the urge to throw up due to hearing her daughter’s distress. “Mummy, are you ok? You don’t look so good.” Nova said as she speaks up. Taron snaps his head up in the direction of his wife. “Are you sure you’re ok?” Taron mouths. Sarah nods quickly. “I’m fine. Just look after Ellie.” She says as she turns her face to look out of her window. “Here Ellie.” Nova says as she hands her sister a tissue to wipe her mouth. “Do you want some water?” Nova asks Ellie. Ellie nods and smiles. “Thank you.” Ellie says as Taron lifts her out of the car. Ellie rinsed her mouth out with her father’s help and sits down on a tree stump as she caught her breath. Taron went around to Sarah’s side of the car to make sure that she was ok. “Are you sure you are ok babe?” Taron asked. “Yeah. Just make sure Ellie’s ok.” Sarah replied as Taron kissed her forehead. “Alright. I’m just going to go across the road and grab some water and crackers ok? Call if you need me for anything, I shouldn’t be too long though.” Taron said as he kissed his wife and walked across the road.

“Would you happen to have any plastic bags? My family and I are traveling and still have about an hour left and one of my daughters just got sick.” Taron explained to the man behind the counter. The man nodded and gave Taron a few bags and some tissues just incase. “Thank you so much. Merry Christmas.” Taron said as he and the man said goodbye. Taron walked back across the road to see Ellie sitting on the tree stump with her eyes closed. “You alright sweetheart?” Taron asked as he went to clean the car as some of the sick had gotten on the car mat that sat under Ellie. “Yeah.” Ellie replied with a slight smile. Taron stopped what he was doing and walked over to the child. “Come here my Tiny Dancer.” Taron said as he bent down to hug her. “I’m sorry I got cross with you. You did the right thing in telling me.” Taron said as they broke apart. “It’s ok daddy. I love you so much.” Ellie smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck again. “I love you so much too my little elf. I think there’s a park near by, what do you say we head over there and you can get some crackers and water into you?” Taron suggested. “Yes please.” Ellie replied excitedly as her father chuckled. “Alrighty then. Let’s get you back into the car and we will head over there.” He said as he and Ellie got back into the car.

A few minutes later, Taron pulled into a parking lot and told the girls to go and stretch their legs while he talked with Sarah. In the few minutes that he had driven to the park, he noticed that Sarah kept cringing. “Want to tell me what’s going on with you?” Taron asked as the couple watched their children chase each other around whilst laughing happily. “Just having Braxton Hicks. That’s all.” Sarah said simply. Panic started to set up camp in Taron’s stomach as he looked at his wife. “This isn’t preterm labour is it?” He asked with concern. “No my darling it’s not. I just need to relax and have some water and they will go away.” Sarah said as she grabbed her husband’s hand and kissed it. “Are you sure? We can always drop the girls off with mum and go to the hospital.” Taron replied, not feeling convinced. Sarah let go of his hand and let her thumbs brush gently along his cheekbones. “I’m fine my darling. This is not my first rodeo ok? You need to breathe and calm down.” Sarah said softly before giving him a sweet kiss. “If you change your mind, please tell me.” Taron mumbled against her lips. Sarah smiled. “I promise.” She said finally. Before the family got back in the car, they all snacked on the crackers that Taron had bought and they had water along with that and of course Ellie also got travel sickness medicine. 

An hour later, Taron was the only one awake and was just pulling into his parents driveway. “Sarah. We’re here my angel.” Taron said as he gently shook her awake. Sarah opened her eyes sleepily and smiled at her husband. “You go say hi to your mum and I’ll wake the girls.” Sarah said as Taron nodded and walked to the front door. “Nova, Ellie, we’re here.” Sarah whispered as she shook them awake softly. “Put your jumpers ok. We don’t want grandma Tina to know yet.” Sarah said as she helped the girls put them on and thankfully, Sarah had just pulled Nova’s jumper down as Tina ran happily toward the three girls. “Look how big you’ve grown my darlings.” Tina gushed as she gave them each a huge hug. Sarah and Taron chuckled at the sight and Tina walked inside with Nova and Ellie. Sarah helped Taron with the bags of Christmas gifts. “Taron!” Rosie and Mari hollered as they ran to the front door to greet the husband and wife. “Look how big you girls have grown.” Taron gushed as he set the bag down and hugged each of them. Next the girls hugged their sister-in-law. “Merry Christmas you two.” Sarah giggled as they ran off. Taron and Sarah walked to the Christmas tree to put the gifts under it. “Sarah and Taron, would you both like some tea?” Tina offered. “That sounds lovely. Thank you.” Sarah replied as she followed the woman to the kitchen, leaving Taron with the tree. 

For the next hour, Sarah, Taron, Tina and Guy sat at the kitchen table talking and drinking tea. “So, the girls are growing beautifully.” Tina said with a warm smile. Taron smiled sadly and Sarah just laughed. “Thank you Tina. It’s been an adventure, right babe?” Sarah teased. Tina and Guy looked between the two with curiosity. “Basically Taron is still finding hard to come to terms that Nova is no longer his little girl.” Sarah said as Tina and Guy looked at them with smiles. “Let me guess, she got her period.” Tina smirked and Taron nodded sadly. “Taron honey, it’s not the end of the world. She will always be your little girl, I promise.” Tina said comfortingly. “Did you give her the talk?” Guy asked. Sarah and Taron burst out laughing. “We did, well Sarah did, I just sat there with my face in my hands.” Taron explained. “The first time she didn’t understand so I put it in a way that she could and needless to say, I think I may have scarred the poor kid.” Sarah piped up. “Oh, what did you say?” Tina asked with intrigue. “I explained to her that it was like making pizza buns. I told her that the mummy is the oven and has dough inside and the daddy is the pepperoni and cheese and he puts his ingredients into the dough and then you put the dough in the oven and it rises, it’s the same as being pregnant. She was mortified and kept looking at T really weirdly.” Sarah explained and Tina and Guy burst out laughing. “That’s a really good analogy.” Tina praised. “Thank you. Unfortunately, she came down later that night to get something for her cramps and caught us goofing around on the sofa. She ran off pretty quick.” Taron added. “Oh no, that poor girl. At least she didn’t see you drunk and falling out of her treehouse window.” Tina said as she pointed at her son. Taron laughed and nodded. The conversation continued until the four girls came back inside from building their snowman family. 

After dinner, everyone gathered in the living room and sat around the fire. Taron passed out the gifts for everyone. “You didn’t have to do this.” Guy said as the gifts were waiting to be opened. “It’s Christmas, of course we did.” Taron said as he sat back down. The gifts that Taron, Sarah, Nova and Ellie picked out were to do with the news of Gary. “Can we open them now?” Mari asked as she looked at her brother. “Go for it.” Taron said as he and his girls waited for Tina, Guy, Rosie and Mari’s reactions. Tina was the first to reach her gift and she just about screamed the house down. “Oh my god you two. I’m so happy.” Tina cried as she got up to hug her son and his wife. “What’s going on?” Mari asked, confused as to why her mother was acting the way she was. “Sarah’s having a baby.” Tina replied with a beaming smile that matched Taron’s. it was clear to see where Taron had gotten his smile. “Tina, look at the shirt better.” Guy said as he got up to hug the other couple and of course their girls. “It’s a boy?!” Tina shrieked in question. “Yes it is.” Sarah responded joyously. “Are you girls excited?” Tina asked her granddaughters. “Ellie nodded vigorously, clearly feeling better and Nova, knowing where babies come from and who decides the gender, cringed a little but nodded with a slight smile. Tina laughed at Nova’s reaction but hugged the girls. “We also got you an ornament.” Sarah said as she handed Tina the box. “Awww, bump’s first Christmas. That’s sweet.” The woman gushed. 

“How far along are you?” Tina asked as she sat back down. “I’m about 26 weeks I think.” Sarah replied. “What?” Guy asked, surprised. “You don’t look like you’re very far along.” Tina added. Sarah chuckled and stood up to show her mother-in-law her now more prominent bump. Tina put her hand over her heart and smiled warmly. “I’m so excited for all four of you. This little boy is a blessing for sure.” Tina cooed. The rest of the night went off without a hitch and pretty soon, the house grew quiet as everyone drifted off to dreamland. 

(The image below are the gifts.)

The next morning Tina went out early to get Sarah and Taron some gag gifts. When Tina’s eyes landed on what she was looking for, she snatched them up and made her way home to wrap them before they got up. She looked at the shirts and smiled and giggled to herself. She hoped that it would get a rise out her oldest grandchild.

A couple minutes later, the gifts were wrapped and Tina could hear both Taron and Sarah come down the stairs. “Good morning my lovelies. Taron there is coffee in the pot and Sarah I made you some tea.” Tina said as she flitted about the kitchen. “Thank you mum.” Taron said as he and Sarah got their drinks and sat at the table with Tina who had their gifts. “I popped out this morning to get these for you two.” Tina said nonchalantly as she took a sip of her tea. “Open them now and wear them. I really want to see Nova’s reaction.” Tina begged. Taron and Sarah opened their packages and laughed. “I think she’ll definitely hate us now for telling you Tina.” Sarah said through her laughter. The couple raced upstairs to get ready before their girls got up. Tina chuckled as Taron and Sarah raced each other upstairs, laughing.

It had been a couple hours since everyone had gotten up and had breakfast and Nov had yet to notice her parents shirts. “Daddy, what does your shirt say?” Ellie asked as she saw the pizza slice on it. Taron looked at Sarah and his mum and step-father. “My shirt says pizza maker and mummy’s says pizza in the oven.” Taron said loud enough for Nova to hear as well. “Why do you have them?” Ellie asked. “I bought them for your mummy and daddy.” Tina replied. Nova glared at her father. “You told her?” Nova asked through gritted teeth. Taron just wiggled his brows at the girl and Nova wanted to cry. She got up from her seat and ran off. 

(This is the look that Taron gives his oldest daughter.)

“Maybe this was a bad idea.” Tina said, feeling bad. “No it’s fine mum. I’ll go and talk to her.” Taron replied as he walked out of the room to find Nova. “Honey, can you open the door?” Taron asked as he knocked on the guest bedroom door. “Go away!” Nova shouted at him. “Please.” Taron tried again. “No. Leave me alone.” Nova spat back. Taron opened the door and walked in. Nova had her back to the door and refused to look at her father. “Nova honey, we were just teasing you.” He said as he sat beside her. Nova turned her head away from him as the tears fell silently down her cheeks. Taron reached out to put his hand on her shoulder but she dodged it. “Why did you tell grandma?” Nova asked with anger in her voice. “Because she asked how you were and what were we supposed to say?” Taron said as he looked down at his hands. “You had no right to tell her. She should have asked me, not you.” Nova said as she sniffed. Taron knew that their teasing had embarrassed her to the point of tears. “I’m sorry sweetheart.” Taron responded as nova shook her head and kept her face away from him. “Go away. I don’t want to see you or mum.” Nova said as she buried her face into the pillow. Taron breathed out and stood up. “I love you Nova.” Taron said as he kissed her head. “If you did, you’d respect my privacy.” Nova cried as she pushed him away from her. Taron walked out of the room and shut the door. He leaned against the door as he felt the tears grow in his eyes.

After calming down, Taron walked downstairs to join the others. “Is she ok?” Sarah asked. Taron shook his head. “Where are the girls?” He asked as he sat on the sofa. “They went out with Guy to get hot chocolate.” Sarah explained as she saw the tears behind Taron’s eyes. “Taron, what happened up there?” Sarah asked softly. “She’s crying for one thing. I think she’s embarrassed that we told mum about the talk we had with her and with the fact that we told mum that she got her period. I told her that I loved her and she told me to go away and pushed me away when I kissed her.” Taron explained as Tina entered the room. “It’s ok son. She just needs time to herself. She’ll come around.” Tina consoled her oldest. “She’s right Taron. Nova just needs some time. I will say that the brow raising on your part was probably not the smartest though.” Sarah agreed. Taron put his face in his eyes and sniffed. “She hates me now.” He cried. Sarah rubbed his back and kissed his shoulder. “She doesn’t hate you Taron, she’s just embarrassed. That’s all.” Sarah responded. Taron leaned into his wife’s touch and cried. 

Eventually Guy and the girls came back and Taron was no longer crying. nova still hadn’t shown her fact and that’s when Ellie went upstairs to talk with her sister. “Nova can I come in?” Ellie asked as she stood at the door waiting. Nova didn’t answer. “I bought you a doughnut.” Ellie said cutely as she bit her lip, rocking on her feet. Nova opened the door and as soon as Ellie was in the room, Nova slammed the door shut again. Ellie proudly handed her the doughnut she had bought for her sister. “Thanks Ellie.” Nova smiled. “You’re welcome.” Ellie said as she sprawled out on her bed. “Do you think I should apologize to dad?” Nova asked her sister after a few minutes. “Maybe. I think he cried again. He always cries.” Ellie noted. Nova chuckled breathlessly. “That he does.” Nova agreed. “Can you go and ask grandma to come up here Ellie?” Nova asked. “You got it sugar pop.” Ellie replied dramatically sassy. Nova laughed at the hand gestures the eight year old just made. “I love you Ellie.” Nova said as she hugged the young girl. “I love you too sissy.” Ellie replied as she hugged Nova back. Ellie walked back downstairs to find her grandmother in the kitchen. “Grandma, Nova wants you to go upstairs.” Ellie said as she climbed on to the stool at the breakfast bar. “Thank you for letting me know my sweet.” Tina said as Taron walked around the corner. “You’re welcome.” The little girl called. “Hello my Tiny Dancer.” Taron greeted as he kissed his youngest’s head. “Where did you get off to?” He asked. “Narnia.” Ellie said with sass. Taron chuckled.

Tina knocked on the door and waited for Nova to open the door. “Come in.” Nova said. Tina walked in and sat on the bed. “Why didn’t you just ask me how I was or if anything new happened?” Nova asked shyly. Tina smile warmly at the girl. “I’m sorry darling. You’re right, I should have asked you. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?” Tina asked and Nova thought. “Can I choose what we have for lunch?” She asked hopefully. “Of course you can. What would you like?” Tina asked as her granddaughter moved to lean into her grandmother. “Christmas sandwiches.” Nova replied quickly. “That sounds perfect. Want to help me?” Tina questioned. Nova nodded. “I need to talk to dad first though.” The girl said. “Want me to send him up here?” The grandmother asked. “Thanks grandma.” Nova said as she hugged the woman and kissed her cheek. “You’re welcome my precious Nova.” Tina said as she made her way downstairs to talk to her son. 

“Taron honey, someone wants to talk to you.” Tina smiled as she pat his shoulder. Taron jumped up and practically ran upstairs. “Hello Cariad.” Taron said and Nova smiled at the nickname. “Come sit down.” Nova said as she motioned for him to join her. “Look, I’m sorry I acted that way but I really didn’t appreciate that.” Nova explained and Taron nodded his head. “I know that now my darling and I’m sorry. Your mother and I didn’t think you’d mind if we told your grandparents. Am I forgiven?” Taron asked with hope. “Let’s just move on from that.” Nova said as she threw her arms around his neck. “I love you daddy.” She said as she kissed his cheek. “Even if I push you away.” Nova continued as they both giggled. They talked for a few more minutes before they joined the others.

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At 38 weeks pregnant, Sarah was growing more uncomfortable by the minute and nothing she did could help.The day of Taron and Nova’s date was now upon them and While Ellie was at school, Nova and Sarah had gone to get their nails done. Sarah and Taron decided to let Nova stay home so that she could feel special and spend the day with her mother one on one. “That was fun. Thanks for this mum.” Nova said as she admired her nails. They weren’t extravagant but they were enough to make her feel pretty and make her feel special. “Want to get some lunch at home or should we go to a coffee shop?” Sarah asked as she drove. “Can we go to a coffee shop?” Nova asked. “Absolutely. This brother of yours is needing a toastie.” Sarah said while smiling. “You do or does Gary?” Nova asked, giving her mother some side eye and a smile. “You are a beautiful young woman. You look so much like your father and that’s the best thing about you, along with your kind heart and strong personality.” Sarah said as she teared up. “Mum don’t cry. I love you too.” Nova said as she took hold of her mother’s hand. The mother and daughter arrived at the coffee shop and proceeded to have a nice lunch.

While the girls were out, Taron was busy setting up for the date and one of the things he wanted to do was buy Nova a new dress. One that he knew that she would like. He had raced home and set the dress box on Nova’s bed, so that when she walked into her room, she’d see her gift. Taron also left a special note for her.

‘My precious Nova,

From the moment you were born, I knew that our bond would be a strong one. The first time I held you in my arms, I promised your mother that I would protect you with everything in me. You made me a father and you taught me how to love selflessly and for that I thank you. It has been an honour to watch you grow into the young woman that you are now and I really look forward to spending the night with you. You are my pride and joy and no matter what happens, I will always be your knight in shining armour. 

I love you so much Cariad, I will see you tonight.

Love Always,

Dad.’

Taron read over the note to make sure that it sounded ok and when he was happy with it, he placed it against the dress box. After everything was placed in her room, he left the house again to go to Richard’s and finish setting up for the night. Sarah and Nova got home not too long after. “Mum do we have time to watch a movie?” Nova asked as her mother sat in the living room. Sarah looked at her phone. “Why don’t you run up and shower and then when you’re done, we can watch a movie.” Sarah said and Nova nodded and ran off. As soon as the girl disappeared, Taron called his wife. “How is everything?” Sarah asked with a smile. “Great but I’m in the car across the road right now and I need you to do me a favour.” Taron responded. “What’s that?” Sarah questioned as she sat there rubbing her belly as Gary decided to karate chop and drop kick his mother in her ribs. “Are you able to go into Nova’s room and see if I left my wallet in there?” He asked whilst biting his lip slightly. “Just a second. Your son is abusing my insides right now.” Sarah replied as she felt Gary flip sharply. Taron chuckled. “Ok, I’ll have a look. But hang on a second, why would it be in there?” Sarah asked as she waddled to the staircase. “Is she around?” Taron asked. “No, she’s in the shower.” Sarah said simply. “Ok good.” Taron replied and Sarah raised her brow. “This was just to get me to go upstairs wasn’t it?” Sarah whined. “It may have been.” Taron said as he shrugged his shoulders. “Can you go into our room and go to my side of the closet and in the black bag next to my shoes, there is another box in there. Open it.” Taron explained. Sarah did as she was told and was met with what he was talking about. “Are you looking at it?” Taron wondered out loud. “Yes.” She said. “Ok run it downstairs and meet me at the front door.” Taron said as he quickly hung up. Sarah looked at her phone with raised brows. “I love you too.” Sarah remarked as she turned her phone off and went downstairs before Nova got out. 

“Thanks for hanging up on me Taron.” Sarah mumbled. He smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss. “Thank you my angel.” Taron said as he grabbed what he needed. “You’re welcome. Now get out before she comes down and sees you here.” Sarah said as she practically pushed her husband out of the door. “Kiss me.” Taron said. Sarah rolled her eyes and gave him a quick but sweet kiss. “I love you baby.” Taron said as he ran to his car and drove off. “Mum who was that?” Nova asked as she walked around the corner in her house coat. “Someone wanting to sell something. What movie do you want to watch?” Sarah asked as she quickly changed the subject. “Can we watch cartoons instead?” Nova asked. “Sounds great. I’m going to get the ice-cream, do you want some?” Sarah questioned. Nova ran ahead of her mother and pulled everything out. About an hour or so later, Taron was just putting the finishing touches on what he had set up. “This looks amazing mate.” Richard said as he looked around the room. “Think she’ll like it?” Taron asked nervously. Richard chuckled at his friend. “Taron, if she’s anything like Sarah, she will love it. I guarantee it.” Richard said. Taron smiled. “I hope so.” Taron said as he looked at his watch. “We should get going if we want to get the car.” Taron said as he put his shoes on. “Let’s go.” Richard said enthusiastically. The men raced each other to Taron’s car. Eventually they reached the vintage car rental place. “Here are the keys, I hope you enjoy.” The elderly man said as he passed Taron the keys. Taron beamed as he thought about Nova’s reaction. He knew that she liked vintage cars and especially the make and model that he had just rented. 

At 4:30, Sarah was just finishing up doing Nova’s hair. Sarah had left it down and put loose waves in her hair. After that, Sarah applied just a little bit of make up to Nova’s features. “You look really pretty.” Ellie said as she sat on the edge of the tub watching her mother do her sister’s hair. Nova smiled. “Thank you Ellie.” Nova said gratefully. “I don’t have anything to wear though.” Nova said half heartedly. “That’s not true.” Sarah said as she secured the last bobby pin. Nova looked at her mother through the mirror with confusion. “Go look in your room.” Sarah said as Nova and Ellie ran to Nova’s room. Nova’s eyes landed on a black dress box that was wrapped in a turquoise ribbon with the special note attached to it. 

Nova smiled as big as she could and in that moment, Sarah could see just how much she resembled her father. Nova opened the box and the girl’s eyes fell upon a beautiful red dress. Nova gasped in surprise and Ellie and Sarah smiled. Sarah because she was touched that her husband would do that for Nova and Ellie smiled because she knew what the gift was but was sworn to secrecy with the promise of kitten if she kept quiet. “Go put it on.” Sarah instructed softly. “Can you help me mum?” Nova asked shyly. Sarah chuckled. “Of course my beautiful.” She replied as she told Ellie to go downstairs and wait. After Nova had stepped into the dress and pulled up on to her body, Sarah gently tugged the zipper up and Nova turned around. Sarah beamed with pride and joy. A tear rolled down Sarah’s cheek and thankfully she was able to wipe it away before her daughter could see. “How do I look?” Nova asked nervously. “You look so grown up baby girl.” Sarah gushed as she hugged her daughter. “Thank you for helping me get ready.” Nova said as they broke apart upon hearing the doorbell ring. 

“Ellie, can you get that please?” Sarah asked as she helped Nova put her converse and jacket. Ellie answered the door gasped and her jaw dropped. “Daddy, you look so handsome.” Ellie said enthusiastically. “Thank you sweetheart.” Taron replied as he gave her a hug with his free arm and a kiss on her head. Upon hearing the commotion, Sarah and Nova turn around to face him. “You look absolutely breathtaking princess.” Taron said as he took in how grown up Nova looked in that moment. “Thank you daddy. You look handsome.” Nova smiled. “Thank you my darling.” Taron replied with a smile matching his daughter’s. “These are for you.” Taron said as he pulled the flowers out from behind his back. “Thank you daddy, they’re so beautiful.” Nova said as she took them from him. “I’ll put them in some water.” Sarah said as Nova passed her the flowers. While Sarah was filling up a vase, she looked over at Taron and Nova and felt her heart soar at just how cute they were. She bit her lip as her eyes traveled down her husband’s body and all she wanted to do was jump him and fuck him. “Nova sweetie, would you like me to put the flowers on your night stand or would you like them left downstairs?” Sarah asked as she walked back to the pair with tears in her eyes. “On my night stand please. That way I can have something to make me smile in the morning.” Nova said politely. Sarah nodded and took out her phone so that she could take a photo of the pair and send it to his mum.

“Ready to be wined and dined my sweetheart?” Taron asked as he looked down at Nova. “Yup, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” Nova replied with excitement. As they turned around to leave, Sarah tapped her husband’s shoulder and h turned to face her. She threw her arms around his neck in a hug. “You dare to be any less dressed then what you are now when you come home, I promise I’ll make you regret it.” Sarah whispered into his ear as she moans loud enough for only him to hear whilst discreetly squeezing his ass, making sure neither daughter sees it. Taron bit his lower lip in response. “Oh don’t you worry. I won’t be but you better not be as dressed.” He winks and takes Nova’s hand, leading her to her second surprise, the vintage car.

(The Picture of the girl in the dress, jacket and shoes is what I’m using to show the outfit together. Please picture her hair down and in loose beach waves.)

Nova’s jaw hit the ground and then a huge smile appeared on her lips. “Where did you find this?” Nova asked as her father helped her into the car. He walked around to his side and got in. “That’s for me to know.” He winked and drove off toward Richard’s house. “Can I know where we are going?” Nova asked as she looked at her father. “It’s a surprise.” He said as he raised his brow at her. Nova giggled and looked out of her window.

When they arrived at Richard’s Nova looked at her father confused. “Why are we at uncle Richie’s?” She asked as Taron helped her out of the car. “You’ll see my sassy.” Taron said as Nova linked her arm in his. They walked to the front door and knocked on the door.  When Richard opened the door, his eyes landed on the father and daughter. Richard smiled as he stood to the side to let Nova enter first and then Taron. “You scrub up really nice uncle Rich.” Nova said as she looked at the man before her. “Thank you my wee lass.” He said as he hugged her. “You look so much like your father. Maybe when your done with that pretty dress, you could lend it to him.” Richard teased as he and Nova laughed. Taron glared at Richard. “I think the dress would look nicer on you.” Taron teased back. “Alright, alright.” Richard said as he held his hands up in surrender. “Can I take your coat lassie?” Richard asked and Nova nodded. Richard took her coat and hung it up. Taron and Nova link arms again and Taron led them to the dimly lit sitting room. 

There was a beautifully set dark wood table and a warm fire lit in the fireplace. Taron pulled the chair out for his daughter and helped her get comfortable. “Why thank you kind sir. I see why mummy fell in love with you.”  Nova smiled. Taron chuckled. “That’s how all queens and princesses should be treated.” Taron as he sat down in his own chair. “Nova, darling. I want you to know that I love you and your sister very much and that just because there is a new baby on the way, doesn’t mean mummy and I love you and Ellie any less.” Taron explained. “I know daddy, it’s just a bit of a shock. It’s just been me and Ellie for so long.” Nova replied. “I know it’s hard sweetheart but sometimes these things are out of mummy and daddy’s control.” He explained. “How is it out of your control? Maybe you and mum shouldn’t have a special hug. If you don’t put the dough in mum’s oven, your problem is solved.” Nova sassed. “Sometimes sweetheart, when mummies and daddies love each other very much, they get this warm tingly feeling inside and it’s so overwhelming they just  have to express just how much they love each other.” Taron explains as he takes a drink of his water. “You mean you get horny?” Nova blurts out and Taron chokes on his water. “Who told you that?” Taron said once he caught his breath. “Google did.” Nova replied as she shrugged her shoulders. “Why did you google that?” Taron asked with surprise still laced in his voice. “Because after you and mummy told me how babies are made, I still had questions but was too embarrassed to ask.” Nova explained. Taron made a mental note to put a parental block on her tablet.

“What? Honey you can’t be looking those kinds of things up. There are some things that are too inappropriate for your eyes because you are still too young.” Taron chided. “Then why did you and mum tell me how babies are made if I’m too young?” Nova wondered out loud. “Mummy and I only told you the basics because of you becoming a woman. We didn’t tell you anything else because there are things out there that way too inappropriate for your eyes.”  Taron explained. “Like you and uncle Richard in Rocketman?” Nova asked and as soon as Richard heard that, he walked toward the pair with their entrees. Richard put the plates down on the table. “What’s that?” Nova asked with curiosity. “It’s little balls of melon.” Richard replied with a smile. Nova starts laughing and both men look at each other and look back at her. “What’s so funny?” Taron asked with amusement. “I don’t know. It just sounded funny how uncle Rich said it.” Nova replied as she calmed down a little. Richard walked off and Taron and Nova started eating. “Dad, how did you break your arm?” Nova asked suddenly. “Well, I was showing mummy the treehouse when it was finished and she tripped and when I went to catch her, I fell out the window and landed on my arm.” Taron explained as he left out the dirty details. Nova raised her brow at him, not convinced. “Are you sure that’s what happened because I heard grandma Tina telling Granddad that you and mummy needed to keep your shenanigans on the ground. So, what were you doing?” Nova asked and Taron mentally facepalmed himself and made another note tell his mother to be careful what she says with the girls when they are around. “What exactly were you doing listening to mine and Grandma’s conversation?” Taron asked as he avoided the question. “It’s not my fault grandma talks so loud.” Nova muttered as Taron gave his daughter a stern look. “Sorry daddy.” Nova said softly as she looked down at her food. “Just don’t let it happen again. Alright sweetheart?” Taron replied as Nova’s smile returned.

After the pair finish eating their last course, Richard collected the plates and walks back to the kitchen. “Dad, what made you agree to take me on a date?” Nova asked. Taron smiled warmly at her. “Well my darling, it’s because I wanted to show you how a man should treat his woman and for you not to accept anything less than a gentleman.” Taron explained as Nova nodded. “Oh ok. What exactly is a gentleman?” Nova asked as she looked at her father. “A gentleman is someone who will stop at nothing to make you feel loved and respected and treat you like a queen. It doesn’t mean that he has to always take you on extravagant dates, it could be as simple as opening a door for you, pulling out a chair for you, give you a compliment or even giving you his coat when you are cold. It’s how a man presents himself and sometimes it’s about the little or grand gestures he does for you.” Taron farther explained as Nova smiled at him. “Oh ok. It’s like how you are with mummy.” Nova questioned. “Exactly. Which is why when I make breakfast for mummy in the morning, I will sing to her or when I say she looks beautiful and it makes her smile. It’s all about making mummy feel good.” Taron said warmly. “It’s like when you gave me the flowers and told me I was breathtaking?” Nova asked as her father nodded. “Exactly sweetheart. Just like that.” He said as music started playing. Nova looked at him as he stood up and walked toward her. Taron held out his hand for her to take. “May I have this dance m’ lady?” Taron asks with a cheeky smile and Nova chuckles. “Yes you may kind sir.” Nova replied with the same cheeky smile as she stood up and followed Taron to where he had set up a make shift dancefloor. He spun her around, causing her to giggle. “Daddy, you’re not really a good dancer. You have two left feet.” Nova said as she laughed. Taron joined in her laughter. After their dance, they went outside where Taron had another surprise.

Taron led Nova outside and to a spot where she could look around at what he and Richard had set up. Her eyes landed on a blanket that was surrounded by pillows and cushions. Fairy lights had been set up sporadically and another fire had been lit in the outside fireplace. Nova turned to face her father. “Daddy?” She asked when she saw him down on one knee with a ring box in his hand. “Nova, from the moment that you were born, I knew that our bond would be strong. You taught me how to love selflessly and you taught me what it meant to be a father. Being able to watch you grow has been the greatest honour I’ve been blessed with. My darling, if you accept this ring, I promise to always be there for you, to always protect you, to love you unconditionally and I promise to always be your knight in shining armour. You are my greatest joy and if you trust me, I promise I will spend the rest of my life making sure that you grow into the beautiful woman I know that you are meant to be. And I will give you my full blessing when the right man comes into your life. Will you accept this ring?” Taron asked as he held his daughter’s left hand. Nova could feel the tears in her eyes. Nova nodded and Taron pulled the ring out and slid it on to Nova’s left ring finger as a symbol of his love for her. Nova threw her arms around his neck and cried into him.

(It’s the North star.)

“There is one more thing I want you to remember.” Taron said as Nova pulled away from him and wiped her tears away. Taron took her left hand again. “When you look down at this ring, not only do I want you to be reminded of the promises made here tonight, I want you to remember that if you ever get lost or you feel like you can’t face this world alone, to look down at this ring and know that it will lead you home.” Taron explained as Nova nodded and kissed his cheek. “I love you so much daddy. Thank you for making tonight so special.” Nova replied as her father wiped away the rest of her tears. “I love you too baby girl. You don’t need to thank me.” He said as he stood up and led Nova to the blanket. “What’s this for?” Nova asked as they sat down. “Lay back and you’ll see.” Taron replied softly as he laid back himself. Nova did as she was told and was met with a stunning sight. The stars embraced the night sky as they danced and sparkled as if they were putting a show for Nova and her father. While they were star gazing, Richard sent the video of Taron making his promise to Nova to Sarah but told her that she had to wait for Taron to come home so that they could watch it together. Eventually, Nova could feel her eyes begin to get heavy, so she laid her head on her father’s strong chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating. Taron wrapped his arms around her and smiled. “Can you sing to me daddy?” She asked quietly. “Of course princess.” Taron replied as he started singing ‘Your Song’ by Elton john. As he sang, his fingers softly combed through her hair. “I love you so much dad.” Nova said as she allowed her eyes to close as she felt safe and protected in his arms. “I love you too my sweet Nova Rae.” He replied as he kissed her head.

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“Sarah, can you help me?” Taron asked as he quickly ran to the living room. “What’s wrong?” Sarah replied with concern. “Nova fell asleep in the car. I’m carrying her to bed but I will need your help to get her changed.” He explained. Both parents got their oldest to bed without waking her. Once they were sure she wasn’t going to budge, they made their way to their room. Sarah laid on the bed and rubbed her ever growing belly. “Did you both have a good time?” Sarah asked as she watched her husband walk to the closet. “What are you doing?” Sarah asked when she saw her husband pull out a bag. “I know that you’ve been feeling uncomfortable lately and I bought some things for you that will hopefully help.” Taron said with a mischievous glint in his eye. “ Taron David, what the hell did you buy?” Sarah questioned with warning. He chuckled and pulled out a box. “Open it.” He said as he pushed the box toward her. Sarah did and she gasped and rolled her eyes when her eyes landed on the plethora of sex toys he had bought. “Taron, I know I said earlier that we would fuck when you got home but I really feel gross right now. I mean look at me.” Sarah whined as she motioned to her body. Taron smiled and sat next to her on the bed. “You are the most incredible woman I have ever scene. You have given me the best gift and no matter how gross and uncomfortable you may feel, to me, it shows me just how strong you are and how much you love me for being willing to protect our baby. The whole thing for me is a major turn on and when you are pregnant, your sex appeal flies through the roof.” Taron explained as he leaned down to kiss Sarah’s lips in a hungry and needy kiss. “Tonight is all about you. Let me show you how beautiful you really are.” He said as he stood up with his eyes dark with lust. 

Taron spent the rest of the night pleasuring his wife in ways she didn’t think possible and needless to say, she woke up feeling indescribably beautiful.

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In Good Company (Part 4: Finale)

Brian May x Reader: The reader is the 5th member of queen, and she sleeps with Brian when they were both drunk and she finds out she’s pregnant half way through a tour, causing her to try and hide the pregnancy from everyone, especially Brian. Rock stars don’t have babies, right?

Note: Alrighty folks, the time has come!! This is the 4th part to the In Good Company series. Thank you to everyone who has read and continues to read this. It’s been a pleasure writing this all for you! Now, it does say finale, but I was thinking about writing maybe a BONUS part 5 about life having the baby with Brian. Let me know if anyone would interested in that sort of thing. Anyways, I’ll leave you to some angst to fluff. I sure enjoyed all of your company! Keep requesting, I have two new projects, a request and maybe a Cinderella-esque story, so keep an eye out for those! Kisses! xxx

PART 4:

 Many things ran through your mind, like why wasn’t the door locked? What were you going to say? Brian looks awfully faint… Uh-Oh. You felt your body drain of all warmth when you looked up and realized it was actually Brian staring at you and your middle, face twisting in odd concentration.

You act quickly, throwing the guitar to the side and swiftly moving across the room, pulling on a dressing robe, closing it quickly over your stomach, thanks to your ill-fitting night shirt. You felt your heart pound.

“You should’ve knocked.” Was the only thing you could muster, wishing you could shrink yourself and hide. Brian was still shocked. He swallowed and took in a deep breath. His hand found the back of his head, still desperately trying to understand why you were hiding something to huge.

“You’re…” He began finding himself still at a lose for words. You clenched your teeth, feeling your arms shaking. “You’re pregnant? Since when? How-“ Brian tried again, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head. He opened his eyes again, trying once more. “You’re pregnant?” He asked, voice going up a few octaves, barely loud enough to hear.

You took in a deep sigh, wishing that the stars would grant you courage, but you still found yourself scared, and weak. “Yes. I’m pregnant.” You answer slowly, biting your cheek.

“Since when- No, how- Why didn’t you tell anyone? Brian questioned, quickly closing his mouth that had been hanging open. His face suddenly twisted into frustration and he crossed his arms. He blew out a long exhale, sounding exactly how he did when he was pissed during an audio take and Roger would goof off. It wasn’t a good sign. You couldn’t reply, not knowing how to answer, truthfully.

“So… You’re pregnant. You’re having a baby…and you just weren’t going to tell anyone? Not Freddie… Roger, John. Not even me?” His voice was harsh and annoyed, hanging on to a little jealousy too. “Just for you to go about, risking hurting yourself… or even the baby for that matter, every night on the stage and pushing yourself to exhaustion, and everyone away from you? What about when we get home? Did you think you were just going to come home one day with a baby and think hmmm, this’ll be fine?” Brian was getting more upset by the second, more frustrated than anything. He didn’t realize how loud he was being.

You felt your eyes sting and you pull in a shaky breath, feeling your chest tighten at Brian’s words. “I was being safe on stage, you know that. Tonight was different. I haven’t felt that close to you in ages! I’ve been safe! I-I couldn’t say anything, Bri. I couldn’t ruin this tour for us, for Queen. For anyone’s reputations. A baby would send the media crazy and suddenly there’ll be photographers peeping in through our windows. They’d make stories about you or Roger or Deaky or even Fred and I couldn’t do that to you all. I knew from the second I found out that I was pregnant that life would be very hard, hiding it or not. I honestly-  I don’t know what I’m going to do, I can’t do this alone…I just..I-I… I’m scared Brian.” You say, voice mixed with short gasps and tears beginning to fall. “I’m so scared.” You breath finally, hiding your face by burying your face in your hands.

Brian’s face immediately softened, feeling his heart pang for the poor girl in front of him. He let out a gentle sigh. Brian May bit his lip and shook his head, putting his hands on his hips. He walked around for a moment, just to come back to his same spot, heart breaking for you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really had no idea. Y/N/N love, I’m sorry for yelling.” He said softly, feeling terrible for getting so upset, but you understood his anger and frustration. You felt the same way towards yourself. He looked at your figure and let out deep breath, slowly approaching you. He held out his arms and you were hesitant at first, but the look in his eyes was different. He gently held you, calming you momentarily, before he sat down with you, on the edge of the bed you had just been laying in.

He took in a deep breath and sat up straight, prompting you to do the same as you wiped you eyes with your sleeve. “I didn’t mean to get so upset, Y/N. I really didn’t. I hope you can forgive me for being this way. It’s just a difficult thing and I wouldn’t want any harm to come to you or the baby. I just care… so much for you. Having a baby is huge. It’s life changing for some and I really wish you would’ve told me. I thought I was your best friend.” Brian let out a gentle laugh, voice still soft and comforting. “Am I not your best friend?” He asked in a silly way, trying to meet your eyes through his eyelashes.

You swallow and look to him. “Brian, you’ll always be my best friend.” You smile, laughing gently too as more tears fell from your eyes. You sniffled and let out a breath. “It’s just… Brian.” You try, not knowing how to begin with bringing up the fact that you actually very much loved him and that you were carrying his child.

“Hmm, what?” He asked, tilting his head a little to look at your face. His eyes were hazel green once again. The same hazel green of that night.

“Do you remember anything that happened on our holiday that week we were driving through Arizona?” You ask very quietly, cheeks going pink with embarrassment from the memories that were all coming back and flooding your brain.

Brian gulped. “Yes, I-I do.” He answered. “Why’s that?” voice sounding a little suspicious.

“I’m not crazy, am I?” You ask, sighing and looking down to your stomach. “I just… I remember that we went out for drinks and that I asked you to come over to my room that night.” You begin, picking at your cuticles on your fingers. “And, if I’m not mistaken. I believe I told you that I loved you. Very much so and then we-“ You gasp a little, feeling your cheeks burn bright, eyes meeting Brian’s for a moment. You looked away.

“I always thought that maybe I had imagined that… or that I saw it in a dream or something.” Brian let out a breath of relief. “So, I really wasn’t dreaming? You love me and we actually …had sex?” Brian said, laughing slightly as he smiled greatly. “Afraid so. I thought maybe you had forgotten and I didn’t want to ruin a friendship over a drunken wet dream or something along those lines.” You say, chuckling with him too. “I just… I wanted to tell you that… I really do have feelings for you. You make me feel so safe and at home, Bri. I love every inch of you and the things you do. I love you, truly, Brian May.” You confess with watery eyes.  

“I love you, Y/N L/N. I don’t think I could love someone anymore.” He smiled, eyes shining with the light of the Milky Way.

You smile and laugh under your breath, shaking your head.

“There’s something else I should tell you, since my secret is out and I’m talking to you now.” You rolled your shoulders back and held your chin up high.

Brian’s face grew a little scared once more. ‘What more could happen now?’ He thought.

“Well, I’m sure you’re a little curious as to how this- “ You gesture to your round stomach. “-Happened.”

 Brian shrugged a little. “I’m sure whoever it was would be thrilled to know a rock goddess was having their child.” He said, trying to be chuffed, but inside he was a little jealous of the person, whomever they were.

“You… were… the first and only person I happened to have slept with on this entire tour.” You say, pursing your lips and looking around the room, before you found Brian’s face, hoping he understood.

Brian laughed, wondering how both of you could be so scared to even discuss it in the first place. He began to nod, tisking, not really understanding quite the reason behind you telling him your sex life, until it hit him like a tour bus. “Wait, you’ve only had sex with me? Wouldn’t that mean that…” He looked from you to your belly, back up to you. His face was absolutely astounded, surprised and smiling. “I’m going to be a dad?” He asked, soul blooming so wildly in his chest.

You couldn’t hold back your smile as you nodded in confirmation, your hand holding the side of your stomach for support and comfort.

“If you’d like… yes. I-I wouldn’t want anything more than to be yours and have this baby with you Bri.” You admit and took his hand, squeezing it tightly. “Only if you want, though. I know it’s very sudden for me to spring this onto you. Don’t think that I’m holding you back should you find someone else-“ You shook your head before Brian stopped you with a deep warm kiss, wrapping his arms around your body.

He held you so close, looking at you as if you were the most brilliant constellation in his universe. “I would like nothing more than to have this baby with you, Y/N. I would be honored to do this with you. I love you. But, I am going to have to take you on a few dates to know you better.” Brian joked and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We can even turn my room into a nursery if you’d like, when we get back.” Brian suggested, head swimming with thoughts of becoming a father and having a baby with Y/n’s beautiful eyes and her gorgeous Y/H/C hair.

“I love you too… so much Bri. I’m sorry about all of this.” You began.

Brian interjected before you could even start apologizing again. “No, I’m sorry for not noticing that any of this was going on. I should’ve known. I really should have.” He sighed and stood up. You stand with him. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to grab a few things, then I’ll be right back. I’m staying with you tonight.” He teased, shutting his eyes and pursing his lips. “Tonight and tomorrow night and the night after that…” You began, laughing and kissing his nose as he bent down until his face could meet yours. ”Forever.” He smiled. “Or until Queen breaks up.” You roll your eyes. “Hey, okay. Don’t say that.” Brian opens his with a dramatic gasp.

“Oh you know we’ll all be old and well into our 70’s still doing all of this. We’ll be relics, but legends. I just know it.” You beam, taking Brian’s hand. “Can I show you something quite incredible before it ends?” You ask, feeling a familiar flutter in your middle again.

“Oh, anything!” Brian said excitedly. You take a step back and untie your robe. You took in a deep breath and let it fall open. Brian’s eyes fell to your swollen belly feeling so oddly protective. His heart swelled knowing that it was his baby. He smiled fondly as you took his hands and gently placed them on your belly. You hiss, his fingers chilly against your sensitive skin.  You held up a finger to Brian, telling him to be patient. A few moments passed before you felt the kicks again and moved his calloused fingers a little more upwards.

Brian starred down in awe, feeling the tiny fluttering against his hand. “Oh wow….” He said so softly, voice ever so gentle and calm. “They’re so strong already, my goodness. Oh my goodness.” He kept repeating, unable to process it fully. “They really only started doing that today. All through the show tonight. I felt the strong flutters every now and again. It makes it feel all the more real. Even to me too.” You sniffle and feeling a very strong urge to protect this child you were giving life to.

Brian looked up to you with teary eyes and stifled back a cry of joy. You would always remember the way he looked up in such admiration as he got to experience the baby for the first time. You felt guilty that you hadn’t just told him in the first place. “That’s really our baby, isn’t it?” He breathed out, feeling pure unadulterated joy, getting down to his knees. You let out a heavy sigh, placing your hands on your back, feeling a little twinge by the base of your spine.

Brian pressed a gentle kiss to where the flutters were occurring, before you heard him beginning to whisper softly. You smile fondly, feeling as though your heart would explode from the happiness and domestic moment you had always longed for with Brian.

“What are you saying, dear?” You asked, eyes finding Brian’s. He had a cheeky smile on his face.

“I’m telling our little one how much I really do love their mother, and how proud I am to be called their father… and that they will never be a drummer.” He hummed, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

“Go get your things, Bri. We need to rest. We’ll need to have a chat with everyone once we’re on the tour bus back to the airport.” You help him stand, kissing once more.

And so he did, leaving to grab his things. You put your robe back on and stood in the door way, helping him move his things inside so both could share a space together once again.

When he was finally settled, you both were excitedly talking about the baby and plans for it, leading to Brian waiting to feel the baby kick once more, and then you two cuddling up in bed, Brian holding you so securely. You nuzzled your face into his chest, inhaling his scent so deeply. He smelled so wonderful you couldn’t help but shiver. Brian noticed and silently pulled the covers up a little more to warm you up, thinking that maybe you had shivered from getting cold. You pressed a gentle kiss to his sternum, feeling him return the kiss gently to the top of your head. You finally drift off to sleep, feeling so happy and whole with Brian at your side.

 After everyone had finally woken up and started to pack all their things, you couldn’t help but feel nervous having to tell your band mates about your pregnancy and relationship with Brian. You look through your clothes, picking at the many things you wish you could be wearing, but you sigh and frown.  Brian notices your struggle. “You know, I don’t think you really need to hide it anymore.” He said, coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Plus, I think you look stunning like this. You are a true vision of Aphrodite.” He hummed and kissed your cheek.

“Are you saying I should wear nothing?” You giggle, playfully tickling his side. You sigh and click your tongue. You rummage through your suit case and find a beautiful bright red sun dress that had ruffled baby doll sleeves and a high waist line. It was long and flowed down your legs. It would actually hide your stomach perfectly. You smile at it, remembering wearing it that night you danced with Brian.

“Close your eyes for a second.” You say, smiling to yourself as you hid the red dress from Brian’s view.

He put his hands over his eyes. “Uhm… why?” He asked. “Just wait a moment.” You say, struggle in your voice as you undress and get the red dress on over your head. Your chest was a little too big for the top of the dress, hoping your boobs weren’t as fully on display as you felt, but the rest hung off your body perfectly. You quickly strap on a par of wooden wedge heels and fixed your hair, ruffling it up a little. You let out a deep sigh, giving yourself a once over in the mirror. “Okay.” You said quietly.

Brian opened his eyes and found you, eyes widening at the sight of you in the beautiful red dress you had gotten from New Orleans. He drank in every ounce of your being, from your gorgeously feathered hair, to the read capped sleeves that sat lightly around your shoulders. Or the lovely, tiny tied white bow on the front of the dress, heaving as your chest did with every breath. The lovely flowing red fabric over your body, and your hands to your sides as your belly poked through the dress only slightly.

“What do you think? Is it too much?” You ask, hoping his silence was for good reason. “Out of the whole universe, how did I get so lucky to have had so many moments created for me just for this one to occur? I’m… You steal my breath away, Y/N.” Brian said, head almost feeling dizzy with your beauty. A true Renaissance painting you were. And you were his.  “I think you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever saw.” He says quietly.

You blush hard, feeling your throat tighten. “Bri..” You laugh and hide your face from embarrassment. You shook your head. “Come on, they’ll leave without us.” You say and press a kiss to his cheek as you begin grabbing all your things. You throw your faux fur jacket on about to pick up one of your suitcases before Brian swiped it up first. “Nope. No heavy lifting, Y/N.” He said, struggling with all his bags. “I’ll be okay, Brian. You have a lot of your own. We’re just taking it to the bus.” You chuckle and grab your bags and guitar case.

 Once everyone was settled on the bus, you all chit chatted while the bus began its last stretch of the journey to the nearest airport. You sat next to Brian, hands occasionally brushing up against each other’s as you talked with Freddie over a riveting game of scrabble. You watched Brian play his words, gaining a great idea about how to tell your friends about your news. “I call next round.” You say, squinting your eyes around the table at John and Roger and then Freddie, sending him a suspicious grin and a wink.

Once Freddie was declared winner (yet again, somehow), you take the bag of playing tiles, shaking them up quite a bit. “Alright, I’m sure they’re shuffled, Y/N. You’re not going to win by warming them up.” Roger laughed, ashing his cigarette in a glass bowl behind him, on a window ledge.

“Just hold on.” You roll your eyes at him and begin to spell out words on the board, getting confused looks all around. You smiled quite proudly to yourself when you were done, turning it around so the boys sitting across from you could read it.

Across the board you had spelled out:

        I M PREGNANT

Freddie starred before looking up to you with a wide-open mouth. “What?!” He shrieked.

John smiled happily to you, chuckling to himself and your little secret with him.

Roger took a moment longer, looking at you and then to Brian and then back to you. He looked back to the words and then back up, before it struck him. “You’re having a baby! Holy shit!” He shouted, laughing. Freddie climbed over the seat, standing by your side, scooping you up into a large hug. “Congratulations! Oh my goodness, my dearest darling, you’re having a baby!” Freddie laughed wildly. Everyone had huge smiles and felt so happy for you. “You shouldn’t just be congratulating me, though.” You say and Freddie looks at your face lips pulled taught. “What do you mean by that? Roger, what did you do!” He accused him, flipping his hair, turning to him with his hands on his hips and a sour look on his face. John and Brian laugh too.

Roger gasped and shook his head. “No! No! I didn’t do anything I swear!” He began defending himself like a little school boy. You laugh hard, cheeks turning bright pink. “No, Fred. It wasn’t Roger.” You grab Freddie’s hand, meet his eyes once again.  Brian cleared his throat and stood, his hand hesitant before it wrapped around your waist. He looked to everyone and then to you. All the boys were silent, and Freddie looked to Brian’s face, smile pulling hard at his face, enough for tears to form in his eyes.

 “Brian and I are having a baby.” You say and hold on to Brian’s hand.

 Freddie got choked up, taking a moment to collect himself as he broke down from happiness, fanning his eyes. “Oh look at me! You’ve made me a into a bubbling mess!” He said, laughing softly. “Oh lovies, I never thought it would happen, you two were too stupid to see your feelings. Congratulations, my darlings.” He said, playfully punching Brian’s arm before pulling you in a great hug. The punch to Brian had everyone starting to laugh, apart from Roger. He quietly fumed in the corner. You notice and look to him, biting your lip.

“Roger? What’s wrong?” You asked, pressing your back against Brian’s chest.

“I owe Freddie 50 quid for betting you two wouldn’t actually get together, and I owe John another 20 quid for betting that Brian wouldn’t have any sex on this tour.” He huffed. Brian send up a look of daggers and you couldn’t help but snicker.

“Dear, you’ll have to let me help decorate the nursery.” Freddie began, taking your hands and sitting back down, talking up and down about the baby and how excited he was for you both. Roger insisted that his new name would have to be Uncle Rog, the cool uncle. Once you got a second with John, he began to babble on and on about his baby and what he and Veronica had been through and suggested that you all have a double date and discuss. You smiled, finding yourself in truly good company.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hey sorry if i'm bothering but um i was wondering if my ask thing went thru if it didn't then um i asked what where the favorite flowers of the JSE ego's and how they would react to seing a flower crown of (favorite flower) on their bedside table and a note saying thank you for being my best friend -(Y/N)

Here you go, dear. Sorry for the long wait but at last I bring ego imagines back to mah blog~! ^w^

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Antisepticeye

-Because you know he adores creepy stuff, you made Anti a flower crown made of Black Petunias and left a few thorns in the stems you used.

-When he stumbles into his room, he spots the gift and the note, and is quite shocked.

-You actually made him something? When all he did was speak ill of Jack and harass the other egos??

-He will admit, though, he adores the crown and appreciates the fact that you didn’t make it “cutesy”.

-However, it’s the note itself that really gets him.

-To him, the definition of “friend” is “someone that he’s least likely to stab”.

-But to be considered as your “best friend” is…definitely something else, and it flatters him.

-He wears the flower crown with pride whenever he’s around you, showing off his appreciation.

-If anyone teases him about it, though, they’re threatened with a knife to the throat.

Chase

-Since you know Chase is going through some rough times, you’ve made him a crown out of Snowdrops.

-They represent the hope that darkness will lift and light will return soon to a friend in need, so you were certain it was the perfect flower for him.

-On your note you wrote the meaning of Snowdrops so he understood why you chose that one in particular.

-When he discovers it and reads your message, he just loses it and starts bawling, much to your shock as you could hear him all the way from the living room.

-But when you check up on him, he spins around and brings you into a tight hug and thanks you again and again.

-Usually small gestures of kindness shouldn’t reduce him to a sobbing mess, but it’s been such a shitty day for him and this gift came at the perfect time…when he needed it most.

Marvin

-You made him a crown out of Night Sky Petunias, simply because they looked celestial and you knew the magician was a sucker for bright and shimmering things.

-After finding both that and the note, his heart practically soars.

-The flowers were stunning in every way imaginable, and he feels grateful to be your best friend.

-Even though you’re half-expecting him to somehow make the crown “better”, he doesn’t change its appearance at all.

-You put your heart and soul into making this gift perfect, just for him, and he doesn’t want to take away all your effort.

-It does, however, give him inspiration to look into plant magic and try to grow Night Sky Petunias to have around his room.

Schneeplestein

-For the doctor who’s practically been through hell and back, and yet is still going strong, you made him a white Gladiolus flower crown.

-It is said to symbolize strength of character and faithfulness, along with perseverance.

-Again, you write the meaning behind the flower so he knows.

-When he finds the note and crown laid out on his nightstand, he blushes and starts feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

-He’ll put it on over his medical cap (like the goof he is) and go thank you personally for the gifts.

-He keeps the note on his office desk at all times so whenever he starts having doubts about himself, he can look at it and be reminded that he is strong.

Jackieboy Man

-You wanted to get him a flower crown that really pops, so you decided that it would consist of orange Zinnias.

-They stood for endurance and goodness, two of the many incredible qualities of the superhero.

-When he finds both that, and your note, laying next to his mask on his nightstand, his grin is brighter than the sun’s.

-Although he won’t wear it when he’s out fighting crime (which you were okay with since you didn’t want any crooks to embarrass him), he’ll wear it when he’s out of costume and is going into town with you.

-Even if people tease him for it, he’ll still wear it with pride.

Jameson

-For the sweetest gentleman you’ve ever met, Sweet Peas seemed to be most appropriate for him.

-But just so they fit his “aesthetic” so to speak, you decided to airbrush them a light brown so they’re a sepia color.

-One evening where he’s feeling particularly sad, JJ goes into his room to sulk, but when he goes to put his hat down on the nightstand, he’s surprised at what he finds.

-In the corner of your note, you’ve drawn a cartoon gloved hand showing a thumbs up, a small detailed which he adored immensely.

-Instantly his mood is at 100% and he forgets why he’s sad in the first place.

-After donning the crown he finds you and hugs you tight, signing the words “Thank you so much, my dear best friend!”