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midnightstar-90 · 2 months

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A Damsel In Distress

Georgie Cooper x Fem! Reader Taglist | Request | Wattpad Main Masterlist | Other Actors/Characters Masterlist Requested Anonymously: "Hi, i was wondering if you could do Georgie cooper x reader who has an abusive father or smt and he helps her, tries to get her to move in with him to his family house and after his begging for weeks she finally agrees? Thank you if you do." Summary: When Georgie finds you on his porch bleeding and bruised, he finds the need to avenge you. Warnings: Abuse, Slut Shaming, Angst, Protective! Georgie, Not Proofread Words: 2.4K

Georgie Cooper may not be the smartest man alive, but when it came to the people he loved, he was protective of them. So when you showed up at the Cooper residence all beaten up, you were nervous.

About a year ago, your dad lost his job and ended up spending his days and nights drinking his life away. Since then, he'd found a new job, but the drinking never stopped.

As time went by, drinking led to harmless fits of rage to you and your mother hiding away in a room until your father fell asleep. Trying your best to get away from your father, you joined after-school clubs and helped tutor kids.

That's how you met Georgie.

Georgie was failing almost half of his classes, and if he wanted to stay on the football team, he had to get his F's to at least a C. So, he asked around, and everyone he talked to said that besides Sheldon, you were the one to go to. And he did.

Surprisingly enough, you and Georgie got along. The two of you worked hard, and as his grades got to where he needed them, you still kept in touch. You would have lunch with him and his friends, and sometimes join him at the movies. You two even became each other's wingman, with him giving you advice on boys and you vice versa.

All was good until the day you allowed Georgie to walk you home. Being the gentleman he was, Georgie walked you home every day, but the home he was walking you to was actually a few blocks down from your own. You told him that was your house because you didn't want to risk your father finding out that you were friends with a guy.

But today was different. You and Georgie had just left the movies and you both couldn't stop talking about it on your journey home.

"Did you see that alien?" Georgie laughed.

"Yes, oh my goodness. When it first came onto the screen I was so scared," You said, with a soft laugh.

Georgie looked over at you. Still holding the theater popcorn, he popped a handful into his mouth and began making weird creature sounds, which startled you a bit. You jumped and released a scream.

Georgie laughed harder than before and shook his head. "It's so easy," he said, talking about how easy it was to scare you. You teasingly punched him with a long grin before grabbing some popcorn.

Unknowingly, you and Georgie had passed up the house you had told him was your house and were quickly making your way to your actual home.

When you arrived at your house, your smile was gone as you quickly realized your mistake.

"Oh, dang it!" Georgie said, flinging his arms in the air in disappointment. "We passed your house."

You worriedly looked at the door to your house, ignoring the boy next to you. "You should go," you told Georgie as you noticed the living room curtains abruptly shut.

"What?" Georgie asked, confused.

Georgie looked over at you to see that the playful smile that you once wore was replaced with a sunken frown and a look of fear in your eyes. He followed your line of sight to see your home.

"Y/N, this isn't your home. I'm not leaving you to walk the streets alone at night."

Your lip quivered as you continued to stare at the window. "Georgie, go home," you muttered, but Georgie just shook his head.

"Y/N, what's going on. This-"

"This is my home, Georgie! Now please... leave."

Your fear overwhelmed you as you watched a dark figure walk past the window. Georgie looked back at you confused. He knew you wouldn't move until he left, so even though he didn't want to, he did as he was told and left.

He turned and left, only looking back when he got to the end of the street. He looked back and watched as you entered the dark house. An uneasy feeling washed over Georgie, but he continued home, waiting till tomorrow to ask his questions.

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Georgie had only been home an hour when he heard the doorbell. He ignored the door and continued reading his magazine. He questioned who would be coming over at 10 o'clock at night. His door was cracked open as he heard his mother answer the door.

"Y/N?" he heard his mother ask, slightly worried, making his head poke up from behind his magazine. Georgie slowly stood from his bed as he wondered why you would be here after he left you at what was actually your home.

Georgie walked into the living room and froze.

You stood at the door with messed up hair, a black eye, and ripped-up clothes. Your eyes met his, and suddenly, he understood why you were so scared, earlier.

"Y/N?" Georgie called out your name as he walked over to you. You were shaking, which Mary had quickly noticed.

"Here... let's get you out of the cold and inside." Mary softly grabbed your arm and moved you into their home before closing the door. She led you to the couch and Georgie followed close behind you.

"George!" Mary called out for her husband.

A few seconds later a slightly annoyed George Cooper exited his room. "What," he said, a bit aggressively, causing Y/N to flinch.

"Oh dear," Mary said after seeing Y/N's reaction. "George, grab the first aid kit. I'm gonna put some soup on."

"Why?" George said, confused, stepping into the living room. His eyes shifted from his wife to the figure on the couch. He moved closer to get a better look at who was on the couch. When he saw it was Y/N, George was in shock. "Y/N? What happened?"

"I would like to know that as well," Georgie said, standing behind his parents with his arms crossed. He kept his gaze strictly on Y/N. Georgie was angry. Not at Y/N, but at whoever did this.

"Yes, I would like to know that as well, but can we at least stitch her up first," Mary said before leaving for the kitchen.

"Oh, right," George agreed, leaving to grab the first aid.

With his parents gone, Georgie took the opportunity to talk to you alone. He slowly stepped forward, joining you on the couch. Georgie opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, you laid your head on his shoulder as you silently cried.

"Who did this to you?" Georgie asked in a soft tone.

On the outside, Georgie was prepared to do whatever to help you feel better, but on the inside, Georgie was angry. He wanted to kill whoever did this to you. You were everything to Georgie. If he could, he'd give you the world.

You closed your eyes and sniffled before answering the boy. "My dad," you whispered. Your cries became louder, making Georgie tense up. Unsure what to do, he placed a loving kiss on your forehead and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

He did this for a few minutes before George came back with the first aid kit and a wet cloth.

"Okay. It took me a second, but I finally found it," George said, kneeling down in front of you. "Mind telling us what happened?" George asked, as he grabbed her arm and started wiping off the blood.

You hesitated. Just thinking about what happened brought you into a spiral. But Georgie quickly calmed you down by calmly running his fingers through your hair, trying to fix what your dad messed up.

"My dad is an alcoholic," you started. "He has been for a year. And it wasn't until recently that he started getting... physical."

"Your dad did this?" George asked. You nodded, and George went back to cleaning you up.

Mary soon came into the room with a bowl of soup. "Here you go, darling?" She placed the bowl on the side table and stood next to her kneeling husband.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cooper," you gave her a small smile, before continuing. "Anyways, I started joining after-school activities to get away from all the chaos. That's how I met Georgie."

"Wait. So this has been going on since before you met Georgie," Mary asked with a frown. You nodded.

"I didn't want Georgie to get hurt. So, when he asked if he could walk me home, I told him a fake address, so my father wouldn't see him. But today, the night got ahead of us and we passed the house we were supposed to stop at."

Georgie was livid. You were so scared of your father that you lied to protect him. No one should have to avoid their own home.

"We stopped in front of my house, and my father saw."

You paused and suddenly, more tears started flooding your eyes. You tried to speak, but your throat felt tight. Georgie rubbed your back and calmly waited. It took you a minute, but you were finally able to talk again.

"I made sure Georgie left before going into the house, where I knew he was waiting for me. My dad can be unpredictable when he drinks and I didn't want him to attack Georgie."

You wiped your eyes as you kept your gaze down toward your lap.

"When I entered he was just sitting there in the dark... Waiting. When he started talking to me, I knew by his soft voice that I would be in trouble, so I did exactly as he said and answered all his questions truthfully."

You paused, taking a deep breath.

"He grabbed me by the throat and called me a "slut". But it didn't stop there..."

"Oh, lord," Mary muttered to herself.

"When he finally let go of me, he punched me so hard that I fell to the ground. Then he climbed on top of me and began to rip up my clothes. He said that if I was going to be a slut, then I needed to look the part. As he tore up my clothes, I could feel his nails ripping into my skin, hence the scratches."

You paused again, sobbing into your hand.

It took everything in Georgie not to go to your house and teach your father a lesson about treating girls, especially daughters, but he kept his composure.

"I tried to scream for help, but no one came. I saw my mom standing in the doorway, but she didn't do anything. She just stood there... watching. When my dad was done, he dragged me out of the house and locked me out. That's when I decided to come here."

"Oh, you poor thing," Mary frowned with a hand over her chest. She moved toward you and pulled you out of Georgie's arms and into hers. She held you tight as you sobbed loudly against her shirt.

"It's really terrible that you had to go through all that. You don't deserve that. No one does," George said, throwing in his two cents.

Georgie stood from his spot on the couch. "I wanna kill him!" Georgie said, making his way to the door, but he was quickly stopped by his father's grip on his arm. "We're not killing anybody," George said, but that didn't stop Georgie from wanting to go over to your house and beat the living daylights out of your father.

"I think it's been a long night for all of us, so we should all get some sleep. I'm gonna grab some blankets. Georgie, you want to help get the couch ready?" Mary asked, giving you a smile.

"Actually, can I sleep with Georgie? I don't feel comfortable being alone."

Mary was unsure if letting you sleep with Georgie was the right move. She looked over at George, who just shrugged, and then back at you. You looked so sad, and Mary just couldn't say no to someone who's been through all that.

She nodded and sent you another sad smile, which you thankfully returned. "Georgie, take Y/N to your room, and i'll be in their soon with some spare pajamas and blankets. I want to talk to your dad about something."

Georgie's eyes widened, "You aren't seriously thinking about sending her back there, are you?"

Mary was taken aback by her son's outburst. "No," she shook her head. "No, I would never say that. Just go help Y/N so your father and I can talk alone."

Georgie let out a huff, not in the mood to go back and forth with his mother. "Come on, Y/N," He beckoned you to follow him, and you did just that without any hesitation.

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You entered Georgie's room and made a quick B-line to his bed. You carefully removed your shoes and lay down. It was safe to say that after the night you had, you were exhausted.

"I know it's a mess, but I wasn't exactly expecting company," Georgie said from across the room. He picked up some of his clothes from off the floor and threw them into an empty hamper. When he was done, he turned to see you knocked out on his bed.

Someone knocked at Georgie's door, making him flinch before turning to see who it was. Mary stood at the door, still wearing that same smile from earlier as she held onto a folded blanket and nightgown.

"I just came to drop these off," Mary spoke in a slightly hushed tone.

"I think you're a bit late for that," Georgie responded, pointing back at you as you slept soundly in his bed.

Mary nodded. "Okay, then I will just leave these right here," she placed the folded blanket and piece of clothing on the corner of the bed next to the bed.

"Thanks, Mom," Georgie smiled, making Mary's smile grow wider.

"No problem, honey," she said before making her way out of the room.

With his mom gone and you sleep, Georgie quickly got ready for bed and joined you. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"I swear. Next time someone even thinks about hurting you, I won't hesitate to kill 'em." Georgie knew no one was listening, but he still continued express his feelings toward you.

"I love you," he said to you, leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead before turning off the lights and falling asleep.

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bonbonchocolates · 6 months

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Obsession

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Summary: When you are hired to babysit a 26 year old but he is not as innocent as he seems to be.

Warnings: yandere Tae, obsessive behaviour, forced pregnancy, baby trapping (tae is basically a red flag here)

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. Hope you like it.

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You were hired by Kim Namjoon and Kim Sihyeon as the babysitter for their son Taehyung. Although he was a 26 year old but he used to behave like a 5 year old.

It has been three months since you are working for Mr and Mrs Kim. They are really friendly and kind. They treat you like a family member. The only problem is their son Taehyung, well though he behaved like a child but sometimes you felt like he is not what he seems to be.

Though he was not a troublemaker but sometimes the stares that he would throw your way didn't make him look like a innocent child anymore. He would sometimes look at you with lustful eyes but when you caught him looking your way he would turn around. Then again he was back to the innocent child again.

Sometimes you felt like leaving the job but you refused to do it because you needed money. It was not that your father was an alcoholic person and your mother was sick. Your father passed away when you were only 10 and from then on the whole responsibility was on your mother. Your mother worked day and night just to feed her children.

You just got this job because you wanted to get admission in a good university and wanted to help your mother. Your elder sister also works at a Italian restaurant. You have two more siblings who are in middle school.

You didn't wanted to leave the job because the salary was quite high. Your received almost 3 times more that of a normal babysitter. There are two reasons for this. First, that Taehyung was not a kid but a grown up adult who behaved like a child. Second, none of the previous babysitter that Taehyung had could last for more than a week because they couldn't tolerate Taehyung. Mr and Mrs Kim both were surprised when you didn't left the job after a week. They thought Taehyung has taken a liking on you but you felt it very weird.

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It was a normal day at Taehyung's house, babysitting him. You were currently doing your homework. Yeah homework, you were in the last year of your high school. While Taehyung was playing with his fur friend Yeontan.

Suddenly you felt a pair of eyes on you. You turned around and saw Taehyung staring at you. At this moment he didn't seem like a innocent child at all. You thought that like always he will turn away when you caught him staring but he was still staring at you with a smirk on his face. You turned away and decided to ignore him.

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After a few hours you finally completed your homework and was just waiting for Taehyung's parents to come home. So that you can go home and get a peaceful sleep.

"Noona"

Taehyung called you. 'Noona' yes, thats what he calls you, though he was older than you.

"Taetae wants to play"

"Then go and play"

You didn't wanted to play with him because you were tired and you didn't feel comfortable around Taehyung.

"No, Taetae wants to play with Noona."

With that he dragged you to his room. You couldn't even free yourself because he was a lot stronger than you. Though he behaved like a child he had strength of a fully grown up man.

He took you to his room and gathered all his toys and came to you. Yeontan too followed you both and came inside the room. You quickly picked him up in your lap.

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An hour passed this way. Taehyung was playing with his toys while you were petting Yeontan. You looked at the clock it was 10pm and still Taehyung's parents didn't come home. It was very strange because from the past three months you are working they were never late. Maybe it's because of their work but you still decided to call his parents.

You tried to take out your phone from your jeans pocket but it was not there. Then you remembered that you forgot it in the living room downstairs. You got up and took a step but then you suddenly started to feel dizzy. You don't know what is happening. You stumbled backwards and fell on Taehyung's bed.

"Goodnight, my love"

Was the last thing you heard before darkness consumed you.

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The next morning when you got up you found yourself in your room. You were confused now. As much as you remember you were at Taehyung's house last night so who dropped you back to your home.

You sat up but then suddenly felt a terrible pain at your lower area. With the pain you still got up and went downstairs. You saw your mother making pancakes and your younger brother and sister were at the table doing their breakfast.

"Momma"

You called.

"How did I get home last night?"

"Actually, Jimin dropped you home."

Well Jimin was Taehyung's one and only friend and your crush. After hearing his name a blush made its way on your cheeks.

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Two weeks later:

Lately Taehyung has been behaving weirdly. He takes a lot of care of you. He always asks you if you are ok or not or if you are feeling pain somewhere. Even if you were not at work he would still call you to ask about your whereabouts.

For about a week you also feel sick and tired. You really don't know why. One day while your class was going on suddenly you felt the urge to throw up and you quickly got up from your seat and ran to the washroom.

At first you ignored it but then later on you told your mother about it and she suggested you to go to the doctor.

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You visited the doctor to know what is wrong with you. You expected to hear something normal but the news the doctor revealed turned your world upside down.

"Congratulations, Ms Y/N you are pregnant"

You were totally shocked after hearing it. You couldn't believe it because you never dit 'it' with someone so how is it possible. The doctor gave you the next appointment date and with that you left from there.

When you reached your home, you quickly went to your mother and hugged her tightly and cried your heart out. You told your mother everything she too cried with you. She assured you that everything will be fine.

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You didn't went to the school or at work for the next few days. You didn't know that if you could ever go back to school or not.

You didn't wanted the child because you don't know whose it is but some part of you wanted to keep the child. It doesn't matters if you keep the child or not but your life was still spoilt.

Your mother and elder sister were the only two people who knew this. At first you thought that your mother will throw you out of the house but instead she accepted you and told you that everything will be fine.

Mr and Mrs Kim also called your mother as to ask why you were not going to their house. Your mother told that you are not well. They told you to get well.

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After a few days you attended your school and went to Taehyung's house for babysitting him.

Taehyung was acting a bit weird. Most of the time he was around you when you were at his house but today he was nowhere to be seen.Today he was the one who opened the door at your arrival.

When you came to his house couldn't see any maid and it was quite strange to you but you ignored it. You you more concerned with finishing your job here and going to home.

"Noona"

A voice called you. You already knew who it was and you turned back and found Taehyung standing there with a pout on his.

"Come with Taetae"

Before you could say something he dragged you with him. You thought that he is taking you to his room but he took you to a different room where you have never been. Taehyung opened the door of the room and you both entered inside. It was a

Nursery.

You were so confused now as to why did he bring you to a nursery.

"This is for our unborn baby."

Taehyung announced.

What?

"Taehyung what are you saying?"

You turned back to see Taehyung standing behind you. He didn't look like a cute innocent kid anymore.

"Yes love. This is for our baby."

"Taehyung I can't understand anything. I am leaving now."

You were about to leave the room when someone caught you by your waist and your back was met with a hard chest.

"You are now mine love. I love you so much."

"Taehyung let me go. Plzz...."

Tears already gathered your eyes.

"No, can't do love. Do you know how many years I waited to have you? And now when I finally have you I won't let you go away from me."

"Let me go otherwise I'll say this to Mr and Mrs Kim."

He just chuckled.

"Do you think they don't know about this?"

"Wha....."

"They know all of this from the beginning. Well, it was my plan afterall. At first when I told my parents about my plan they refused to do anything but when I continuesly urged them they finally agreed."

A drop of tear left you eyes.

"Awww.. don't cry my love. I promise that from now on we will live like a happy family, just you, me and our little baby."

He said the line with a hand on your belly.

"But if you don't behave like a good girl or try run away. I'll have no choice but to kill your family. I know you don't want that, right?"

You were so shocked to even say anything.

"Do you promise to be a good girl?"

You didn't want to but hesitantly you nodded your head.

"Good girl"

With that he kissed you in the forehead and now yow let your tears fall.

"What about we decide a name for our baby?"

You knew that now you were trapped with him for the rest of your life.

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Borahae 💜

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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The way he makes you smile (Rúben Dias x Reader, ft Mason Mount)

**Hi! I got this request a couple of weeks ago and there was some conversation about it. I was also made aware that this idea has been done before but I haven't read any of those stories so take this just as my spin on the premise. And enjoy reading! ❤️**

Word count: 2556

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Everyone loved love stories like yours. The childhood friends that separated only to meet again and become a couple. And you loved it too…until you didn’t.

Mason was the love of your life. You’ve known him since you were a baby, really. And probably fell in love with him when you were only 5. But there were a lot of moments in your life where you had to separate because he moved to London, and then he went to The Netherlands for a year, …and it was tough to see him leave you behind but you understood. Everyone just expected you to get over your crush and move on at some point. But you didn’t. And one time when he came back home to visit his family, he finally confessed he felt the same way about you.

That had been 2 years ago. 24 months of happiness by your soulmate’s side…or so people thought. Because after the first year, the cracks in your relationship started to show.

“Are you even happy?”, asked you one of your friends when you confessed to her that you and Mason had been having problems.

“Of course. I couldn’t ask for anything better. I have a good job, family is healthy and I’m dating the best guy”.

“Tell that to your fake smile. Honey…I’m not looking forward to you two breaking up knowing how that would break your heart but you aren’t happy. You’re arguing all the time, even in front of people. You look so sad and I want you to go back to how you used to be. I know it’s hard to let go of your first love but sometimes it’s for the best”.

“I…”.

“I know. Just think about it. Think about the pros and cons. And try and take the best decision for you. Because that’s who matters, you. You always put everyone else before you and it needs to stop”.

And she was right, of course she was. So that was why after another big fight over the stupidest thing, you finally put yourself first.

“We can’t do this anymore, Mason”.

“What do you mean?”

“This. Us. It’s destroying us. We are always fighting and we barely see each other so…how is that living? I feel like if maybe we stop now, we could at least save our friendship. Maybe even try this out again in the future. When we’re in different places in our lives”.

His look was of pure shock, mixed with anger. He really wasn’t used to being told something like this.

“Do you not love me?”

“I love you too much, Mason. Too much to force you, and to force me, to stay in this toxic relationship. We’re hurting each other”.

“Is there someone else?”

He had to be kidding.

“No! There is no one else! See? We can’t even talk without you turning everything into a fight!”

“Because you’re giving up on me. On us”.

“Someone has to. Before we destroy each other”.

And with those final words, you left him there. It broke your heart, but you knew you were doing the right thing.

What you needed in that moment was a fresh start and your job provided you with one. Most people couldn’t believe that you were willing to move from London to Manchester. To a smaller office and a smaller position in the company. But you just couldn’t stay in London anymore. Manchester wasn’t that far away but…it was better. The distance helped.

And the city also had something else waiting for you to help mend your broken heart. Well, not a something but a someone.

“Sorry”, you heard someone say in the middle of Sainsbury’s. “I know this sounds weird but I’ve seen you here shopping a few times and it’s driving me insane not knowing where I know you from”.

You looked up at the man talking to you and he looked familiar too. And when you looked at him properly, you knew exactly why he thought he knew you.

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6 months earlier

“Who’s that looking at us? He looks familiar”.

Mason turned to see who you meant and rolled his eyes. “Rúben Dias. He plays for City and I met him once at an F1 GP”.

“Right”.

You remembered that GP. Because you were supposed to attend with him but a big fight a few days prior made you stay home. Another plan ruined by your fights.

The man, Rúben, approached you to say hello to your boyfriend.

“Hi Mason, how are you?”

“Good, thanks. We need to go. See you later”.

“Ok?”

Rúben’s confusion at Mason’s behaviour mirrored yours.

“Why were you so rude to him?”

“How could I not be? He’s been staring at you the whole time”.

“Mason”, you said with a sigh. “He doesn’t know me. If anything, he would have been staring at you”.

“I’m not the one wearing that dress”.

“I thought you liked this dress. You bought it for me”.

“I like it. I don’t like guys drooling around you when you wear it”.

You were tired. Too tired. And not ready for another argument in front of so many people. So you just let the comment slide…there would be time to fight about it once you two were back home.

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“You’re Rúben, right?”

“So you know me too?”, he laughed. “Now I’m even more confused. But also intrigued. Please put me out of my misery”.

You laughed as well. “We saw each other at an event months ago. I was there with Mason Mount”.

“Oh”, you could tell the moment when it all clicked. “I remember now”.

“We aren’t together anymore”.

“Good”.

His words surprised you. Why would he say that?

“I mean. I only know the guy from playing against him and partying together once but when I saw him with you…no one deserves to be treated like that”.

“I know. That’s why I left”.

The way he smiled at you reminded you of how your friend had when you told her about leaving Mason. They both looked proud of you.

After that chat in the supermarket, you promised to meet again. It would be good for you to have a friend in Manchester that wasn’t just someone from your office.

Rúben ended up being someone you could talk to, someone who could help you, someone who understood you like no one had before. So falling for him was just something inevitable.

And everything was perfect but still…you worried. Rúben had to play against Mason. And, even if he respected your wish to be private, one day you’d have to tell the world you were together. And the reaction from Mason worried you. But also, what about his family? His fans? Even random people just judging you for dating two football players…facing everyone’s opinions terrified you.

“You need to stop”, mumbled Rúben.

“What do I need to stop? I thought you were sleeping”.

“I was, but the light from your screen woke me up. You’re addicted, my love. Wait until you leave the bed to check social media”.

You laughed at his complaint. He was right and you knew it but it was hard to change some habits.

It was when you were about to block your phone to enjoy your boyfriend’s kisses that you saw it.

Mason Mount agrees personal terms with Manchester United.

The phone fell from your hands and that caught Rúben’s attention. “So clumsy. See? Another reason to not be on your phone in bed”, he laughed. “We don’t want it to fall on your pretty face”.

“Mason is going to sign for United”.

“Huh?”

You showed the article to him.

“It’s ok”, he tried to reassure you.

“It just complicates things more…”.

“It doesn’t if we don’t allow it to. Your ex is moving to this city, big deal. It’s big enough for the three of us, I swear”.

“But he’ll play for United…”.

“It’s not as if he’s signing for City. That would be a bit trickier, not gonna lie. But I’ve played against him this season and it was fine”.

“Ok, I’ll believe you. But I have a bad feeling about this”.

The feeling never left you but…nothing happened. Mason moved to Manchester and didn’t even try to contact you. He was living his own life while you lived yours.

That was…until things changed.

On a Wednesday off with no matches, you and Rúben made your way to Bruno Fernandes’ house. The Portuguese players sometimes hosted a little get-together to catch up, even if they played for rival teams. You were literally the only non-Portuguese there but they still made you feel like one of them.

But people didn’t get they could be friends and rivals at the same time, so you kept those meetings private. Private like Bruno’s private Instagram account where he posted a story where you were seating next to Rúben. His arm was around your shoulder to bring you closer to him and the smiles on your faces couldn’t be bigger.

Bruno didn’t have many followers on that private account because that way he could make sure no one leaked anything private to the press. But he let his teammates follow him. And that meant that Mason was now following his account. So on that Wednesday night, when he was scrolling on Instagram totally bored, he saw the story. He saw you and Rúben together. And no one could see that photo and not know you two were a couple.

However, he didn’t call you to ask for an explanation. He didn’t tell Bruno about it either, to try and get information from his teammate. He waited until he had to meet Rúben at the Manchester derby to do something.

“Are you the reason she broke up with me?”, he said when the players were about to go out to warm up.

“I don’t know how you’ve found out but leave her alone”.

“Answer my question”.

“I didn’t know her then so no, I wasn’t the reason why she left you. It was all your doing”.

“What do you know about our private life?”

“Enough to want to smash your face against a wall but I won’t do it because it’s not worth it. And now she is with someone who treats her the way she deserves to be treated. That’s all that matters to me”.

Mason didn’t like that answer. At all. And so he spent the whole match trying to provoke Rúben to get a reaction from him but found none. The only thing he found was his way to the bench in the second half, after being told off by his coach for not focusing on the match.

“Shaw needs to do the post-match interviews”, said one of the media people.

“He’s injured and receiving treatment. Send someone else”.

“I’ll do it”, said Mason and no one thought much of it.

The Sky Sports reporter asked him all the same boring questions he was so used to answering. But she also asked the one he was waiting for.

“We also saw you seemed to have some issues with Rúben Dias. It almost seemed personal”, she laughed.

“It was. He stole my girl after all”.

The reporter’s jaw almost hit the floor but Mason didn’t allow her to recover and ask more questions before leaving.

When you saw the clip on social media, you felt like you were going to faint. Rúben saw it too and tried to get back home as fast as possible. For once, you weren’t in the stadium with him. Now he was happy you were nowhere near your ex.

“I can’t believe he did that”, was all you said when he got home.

And he knew words meant nothing at that point, so he just hugged you while you cried. Waiting for you to let all the tears out.

“What do you want to do?”, he finally said.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you want us to respond? I could get my team to write everything before we publish it to make sure it’s well written. Or we could not say anything. He doesn’t get to change how we handle our relationship”.

“You should probably deny what he said. Your reputation…”.

“You think I care about my reputation right now?”, asked Rúben. And you had never seen him looking so serious. “I promised he would never make you cry again and look at you right now”.

“You can’t protect me from everything, Rúben”.

“Why?”

That finally made you laugh. “Because that’s how life is. And it’s not your fault. It’s only his”.

After debating what was the best strategy to follow, you decided to make your relationship public. Well, it already was thanks to Mason. But you were now able to tell your side of the story.

It was a long post where you mentioned breaking up with Mason before moving to Manchester, where you met Rúben. You made it clear there had been no cheating involved, which was very important for you. Cheaters made you sick so being compared to one was the worst feeling. And you just basically made it clear that you and Rúben still planned to keep a low profile and asked for people not to invade your privacy.

Even after that post, you expected to get a lot of abuse on social media. But what you didn’t expect was to get a message from Mason.

[Mason]: I’m sorry about what I did. Can we please talk? No tricks. I just need to talk to you.

“Rúben? You need to see this”.

You showed him the text and he frowned while reading it. “Do you want me to go with you if you meet him?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea”.

“But you going alone…”.

“I think I need to do this. I don’t know how to explain it but I just do”.

“I trust your instinct. Do whatever feels right to you”.

So over a year after leaving Mason, you were in front of him again. There was your friend, your first love, the person you thought you were going to spend your life with…and now he felt like a stranger.

“I’m sorry”, he said and you nodded. “I went crazy when I saw you with someone else. And the fact that it was another player…it’s irrational but it hurt more for some reason”.

“I guess I can understand that. But it’s not like I did it on purpose. My life would be a lot easier dating an average Joe, you know?”

“Easier maybe, but not better, right? I saw how happy you looked with him. You never looked that happy with me”.

“I was happy…”, you tried to defend yourself but he lifted a hand to stop you.

“But not that happy. And I’m glad you are. I’m glad you found someone who can make you smile like that”.

“Then why did you try and shame me in front of millions of people?”

“Because I felt shame myself. Shame about how it all ended for us. Shame that it wasn’t me who made you happy. But I’ve made my peace. Next time I talk to the media I’ll tell them I lied. You deserve to keep smiling the way he makes you smile instead of all the tears I caused”.

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boofckenhoobitch · 2 years

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In Another Life - Sparrow! Ben x Reader

A/N: I haven't wrote fanfics/oneshots in so long lmao but I am way too attracted to Sparrow Ben so i have to. Though please forgive me if the style is weird since I used to write on Wattpad a lot so Tumblr format is still something I’m trying to learn lol so bare with me pls and ty and hope you like my writing!

P.S : Let me know if you want a part 2 for the morning after because I thought about it but I don’t seem to have any ideas on how to turn ideas into words lol

Pairing : Sparrow! Ben x Reader (female pronouns)

Word Count : 2500+ (I’m too lazy to separate it into 3 parts so I apologize)

Warning: nothing special, a make out scene, mentions of death

Y/N has the ability of intangibility, it allows her to phase through physical matter. With Y/N’s ability, she was the only one able to survive the first apocalypse. 15 year old Five found her and they spent other 30 years together before Y/N died due to sickness; meaning that Five had lived a whole life with Y/N, only to go back in time and face the Y/N who lived in the present, a week before the apocalypse strike. Five would sometimes tell her stories of them together in the apocalypse and Y/N would just be a good listener and listen along.

You never asked for much in life.

Growing up, you learned not to ask for much given the background of your family. The most that you asked for was for your siblings to stay together as a family, and to have the chance to grow old with the love of your life, Ben.

It’s funny how you didn’t get neither.

With the disappearance of your second favourite sibling, Five then the death of your boyfriend, your family just stopped giving a shit. Missions stopped mattering, people grew more distant and it was everyone for themselves. Your siblings left the house one by one, and eventually you did as well.

There were times where you would try to meet up with your siblings after your departure, doing your best to still connect with them.

Especially Klaus when he was out of rehab, you always tried to meet up with him. You would always ask him if Ben’s with us, asking him questions about Ben and trying to see if Ben said anything back, but Klaus’ answers were always a slurry of nos, along with side comments about anything unrelated.

Eventually you realized that Klaus only really agreed to meet up with you because he needed money from you for more drugs and alcohol, and you stopped trying with your hopeless brother.

Without your brother’s ‘help’ to pass on words from the dead, you eventually gave up. Perhaps that was better for the both of you, as you two were never meant to be.

Life is a cruel mistress as one would say.

After saving the world twice, you really thought that for once in your life, you would be rewarded for the good deeds you had done. Instead, you had to hear your sister tell you that Ben had finally passed on, and that he would love you for the rest of his eternity.

It was heartbreaking that those were his last words to you.

And yet here he is, standing in front of you alive and breathing.

God, if you weren’t in shock, you would’ve socked this man in the jaw for toying with your emotions like that.

“Dad, who the hell are these assholes?” Ben asked Reginald. His eyes scanned the group of the Umbrella siblings before his eyes stopped at you, who was standing at the back of the group, already staring at him with a shocked expression.

“ Y/N?”

His voice brought back a sense of nostalgia, like how your Ben used to whisper your name when you cuddled in his bed, or how your Ben would call out your name with a sense of playful annoyance when you teased him; but he’s not here anymore and this is not your Ben, shown by the roughness of his voice.

His other siblings all stared at you from the second floor railing in shock, surprised that you're alive and siding with the enemy.

Ben froze up, and Marcus stepped in as Number One to take control of the situation. After Klaus’ sad attempt to hug Ben along with the many insults and taunts being thrown to each other, a fight broke out between the two groups (and sadly it wasn't a dance battle).

After fighting some of the Sparrow siblings, somehow you ended up in front of Ben. You both stared at each other in a stand off, you could see the conflicted emotions that swarmed behind his eyes. Hell, maybe he could see yours as well.

Both of you felt reluctant to fight one another yet with a sense of suppressed anger, both of your burning stares slowly toughened. You both stood in front of each other, strangers to one another.

You were the first to swing at him, breaking the tension between you both. Your fist collided with his cheek, his upper body turned to the side with the force. Clutching his slowly bruising cheek, he looked back at you hurt or maybe betrayed? You didn’t care as your own mind was clouded with anger. There was a small pause in both of your movements before his eyes hardening, and he lunged at you.

A tentacle sprung out of his chest, wrapping itself around your wrist. Though it was weird, you missed the weird slimy yet smooth texture of his tentacles. You phased your hand through the tentacle sending a chill down Ben’s spine, as he felt the coldness of your ghostly wrist pass through him. You both fought fiercely, attacking and dodging.

Perhaps the held back emotions you both had finally found a healthy release.

You retreated after seeing your siblings’ defeat, with Marcus’ threat and Ben’s lingering stare on you.

You wished to never see him again.

You hoped that you would never have reopen that closed wound again.

———

The second time you met him was when you went out for a jog with your dumb yet lovable brother, Luther.

Your brother, lost in his own world next to you as you both jogged with the same pace.

Slowly, you felt a presence around you, or above you? Your head snapped up, spotting a few ravens flying as they landed on lamp post and park benches around you, they all stared and observed you. Sensing the danger around you, you tugged on your brother’s shirt as you picked up your pace from a jog to a sprint. The ravens swooped and flew towards you two, they cawed loudly as Luther let out a yelp and turned around, running away from you as the birds chased after him.

Seeing the birds and Christopher, the floating box followed your brother, your sprint slowed as you stared at your brother’s retreating form, trying to catch your breath.

Then suddenly, a sharp pain at the back of your head and darkness.

Ben reached out to grab you before your body hit the floor. His glance softened at your unconscious figure and lifted your body in his arms. His siblings, Fei and Sloane watched him with unspoken pity, knowing how much you their Y/N meant to him before her death.

“ Make sure to catch that big oaf.” He ordered as he turned around, making his way back to the Sparrow Academy with you passed out in his arms.

You blinked away the blurriness as you sat up in an unfamiliar room.

The walls were filled with photos and as you slowly walked towards them to observe them, you can see that they are mostly of you and Ben.

The you in the photos looked different, a lot kinder and more gentle, she smiled a lot bright and so did Ben. Photos of you two on a picnic, napping together, sneaked photos of one another, or photos where either of you were trying to cover your faces with a smile. It’s weird seeing yourself living another life you have no memories of.

Your eyes stopped on one last photo. The photo was slightly covered and hidden under the other brighter photos, a photo of you standing in front of the sunset on a grassy field. Your features were hidden due to the brightness of the sun behind you, but you can see that you were laughing. Your silhouette looked so happy, reaching a hand out towards the photographer.

“ That was the last photo I took of her.” You looked back to see Ben leaning against the doorframe. Your eyes returned to the photo before covering the photo up like how you found it.

The silence was deafening.

“ How… How did she die?” You finally decided to ask, breaking the silence. Ben stayed quiet as the longing look eyes left and the cold look returned. His posture straightened out and his voice toughened as his head turned to look at you.

“ Come downstairs, my family wants to talk to you and your brother.”

Then he left.

———

Honestly after Ben let you and Luther go in exchange for Marcus, you really really thought you wouldn’t see them again. After all, the deal seemed simple enough and you have no need of seeing them again.

But life never gives you what you want.

So here you are, at Sloane and Luther’s wedding as the world outside slowly get sucked into a black hole. The happy couple danced with each other, as everyone either joined them on the dance floor or sat around the venue, eating and drinking away.

You were on your sixth cocktail, sipping away with a tired drunken look in your eyes. You looked around at everyone having a good time as your eyes landed on Ben who was sitting alone by himself, hunched over the table in front of a bunch of… shrimp?

Curiosity got the best of you so you made your way over in your maroon dress. As you sat down next to him, his head slowly lifted up from his arms, and let out a loud burp.

“ How… Charming.” You said as you looked at the man who once always had his guard up.

“ Ten people. Ten people left and they didn’t invite me to their stupid bachelor party.” Ben said, his eyebrows furrowed.

“ Well you didn’t make yourself a very welcoming person, so I get it.” You reply, letting out a laugh into your drink as you went for another gulp. A hand latched on to your wrist as you turned your head to look at an upset Ben.

“ Why don’t they like me?”

“ Because you’re an asshole, and you’ve been nothing but rude to them, so why would they like you?” You laughed as your finished your drink, his hand slipping from the motion of your hand.

“ Why don’t you like me?” That’s when your laughter died down and you stared at Ben, who was already looking at you. You let out a sigh, looking back into your now empty cup.

“ I don’t hate you, if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate. You just…”

“ Remind you too much of him?” You never told Ben about your relationship with the other Ben, but it was rather obvious how you two were together in your timeline while he was with you in his timeline. You simply smiled bittersweetly at Ben.

“ Sometimes, but in different way.”

“ How so?”

“ Ben was always so annoying. A nerd and a party pooper. He’s like a tiny gray cloud on a sunny day.” You laughed at yourself, knowing if he was still here he would’ve pushed you jokingly for those comments.

“ Those are all bad things…” Ben replied, confused at your choice of words.

“ Yeah… and he was the best thing that ever happened to me.” You smiled, recalling all the old memories of you and him.

“ How… how did he die?” Ben finally asked after a short moment of silence.

“ I wasn’t there when it happened, which was the worse part of it all. I was sent away on a different mission, and when I came back? No one would look me in the eyes and tell me what happened. I had to force it out of Diego who told me vaguely what happened. None of them were willing to go in detail anyways, just called it the Jennifer incident.”

“ My Y/N… she died alone on a solo mission. Till this day, we still couldn’t find her body. I prayed that she was alive and was simply in hiding due to the circumstances of her mission, but that faith lead to nothing and I eventually had to face the facts. She’s gone.” Ben looked ahead, his eyes glossed over as he recalled the memories of himself crying over you, never returning to him again.

“ How was she like?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“ She was kind. Always so kind even if this kindness required her to sacrifice herself. She was stupid but she always looked for the best in people. After all, she saw the best in me.” Ben smiled to himself and you smiled with him.

“ Both of our better halves died and now we’re just left here, isn’t that just so sad.” You laughed as you went to go pour yourself another drink, perhaps to have fun, perhaps to drink your sorrows away, who knows?

The party continued in the back as you two who were sitting at the bar poured your hearts out to each other, drinking more drinks. The topic slowly changed through the night as you two went from talking about your dead ex lovers to your interests and funny stories of your life.

“ No stop, you did not fucking do that to her.” You laughed as you took another sip of your drink.

“ I did! I also blamed it on Alphonso so him and Jayme both got chores for a whole week as their punishment.” Ben laughed along with you as you propped your elbow on the table, holding your head up as you looked at him with half lidded eyes and a small smile on your face. The alcohol in your system slowly introduced a hint of sleepiness as you blinked slowly at the man. You let out a yawn.

“ Okay, I’m gonna head to bed.” You said as you stood up and stretched.

“ Tired already?” Ben asked, looking back at you with a tired smile.

“ Why? You gonna miss me?”

“ Maybe a little.” He smirked as you laughed. You reached out your hand to lightly pat his cheek as you slowly leaned forward, closer to his face. With a few inches left between you two, your eyes scanned his face as his eyes did the same with yours.

“ Goodnight Ben.” You whispered and kissed him on the cheek. You turned around and walked towards the elevator.

The elevator dinged as the doors slid open in front of you. After stepping in and choosing your floor, you leaned against the wall of the elevator, your eyes closed as you tried your best to stay awake. Suddenly, a hand stopped the doors right before they closed, making a noise that surprised you and your eyes to snap open. And there stood Ben, outside the elevator panting as he stared at you, his eyes so intense as a surge of energy suddenly filled your body and you stood up straighter, staring back at the man.

He headed straight to you at the back of the elevator, his hands found their way to your face as his mouth found its way to yours. Your mouths moved together in a unison while one of your arms hooked around the back of his neck, and your other hand reached up to grip his hair, lightly tugging his roots. He let out a groan as your bodies pressed closed to one another, grinding against each other.

The elevator dinged once again, your mouths separated from one another, slightly panting as you staring at each other with lustful eyes.

“ We take this back to my room?” You asked. You tilted your head and leaned into his hand, his fingers brushing your cheek while you played with his hair.

“ Sure.”

And you all know what happened next.

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swanimagines · 4 months

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Bastard and the Blood Princess

Chapter 8

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As the evening grew darker, the pub’s interiors grew in noise volumes. Everyone else around you was laughing and clinking their glasses together - a group of people at the other side of the pub was apparently celebrating someone’s birthday and they made the most noise, but the situation wasn’t much less noisy in other tables either.

You and Kaz ate in silence, with you trying to not look at Kaz as his discomfort very clearly came through. The waitress had asked Kaz while looking at you if he’d like to buy today’s special for his girlfriend, and he had immediately barked at her, correcting her that you were his acquaintance, or actually less than an acquaintance. The waitress had given him a weird look as he handed her some coins to pay for you both, and you were trying to suppress a smile at her confused expression.

And now he was stiff, occasionally squeezing his cane with his other hand while eating, chewing slowly - you recognised the signs, and you knew it was because he didn’t particularly enjoy sitting with the daughter of his arch enemy, eating as if you were on a date. You knew he despised the feeling. So you sighed and leaned forward.

“Kaz, should I–”

Kaz interrupted you. “Who were you writing a letter to? Your father?”

You froze - how did he know? You opened your mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “I–”

He scoffed, the fork clattering on the plate as he raised his head a bit. “I’m not stupid. An ink bottle in the bathroom? I’d think someone like you would know how to lie better.”

You blinked at him as he slowly raised his eyes to meet yours, and then you groaned. “Well, I hoped this wouldn’t come up. The truth is… I have a boyfriend in Dime Lions. Or well, had. And I think he was the one who ratted me out. He swears he isn’t the one, but I know it’s just a trick… I was intending to send a letter to him to threaten him that once I come back, I’ll gut him too once my father is out. But I was interrupted and the ink bottle spilled on me, I was in so much rage that I forgot everything around me. I lied because… well, it’s still a delicate subject for me and–” you ended your sentence abruptly, pretending to choke back a sob. “I don’t want to seem weak. I’m not. Love is a weakness, and those who seek it are to be victims of their own heart. I think that I knew, deep in my heart, what my father truly is and I sought comfort from Tiernan, which was stupid.”

Kaz thought for a moment and then huffed. “So, the rumour was true. The Blood Princess and Tiernan Dwyer being involved.”

You suppressed back a snort. Idiots, seeing chemistry between you and Tiernan.

“Was it that obvious?” you mumbled, lowering your spoon slightly. “I thought I was good at masking my feelings.”

Kaz picked up his fork again. “There was a bet going around. Jesper betted on you two not being together because according to him, he's basically a love doctor and knows love when he sees it, and the way you looked at Tiernan wasn't it. Everyone else in that group betted on something more going on. And now Jesper would lose a fair share of money for it if I were interested enough to tell them this.”

You sighed. “What a shame. Seems like I bring nothing but bad luck for that man.”

Kaz shifted before picking up another piece of carrot. “He needs a kick of bad luck sometimes.”

—

On the road again, the sun had set an hour ago and darkness had descended over the valley like a shroud. You could barely see, and you both knew it was dangerous to ride without seeing anything, but the job wouldn’t wait - you’d need to be at Rotrov before sunrise, you’d need to snatch the uniforms in the middle of the night. There’d be a lot more guards during daytime, but at night only one or two. Or that’s what Kaz told you. You guessed a warehouse for uniforms and weapons branded by Little Palace symbols weren’t a popular thing to snatch.

You passed a bridge, the sound of water flowing below it, making you think of that old farm your father sometimes brought you to on business trips only a few years ago. You weren’t able to adventure though, you were mostly babysitting toddler Alby and watching as he mashed toy carriages together while babbling something unintelligible. But when you were sitting outside with him, you heard birds, water flowing in the creek, wind blowing through the trees, rustling leaves.

There, you felt content. A little vacation, away from the grime of Ketterdam, away from your cellar. Your father tried to teach you to feel empowered through torture, and you did in a way - but when you sat on that blanket, looking at Alby playing, you found yourself wanting to stop the time and sit there for the rest of your life.

You always brushed it off though. Ketterdam was merciless for the weak, especially for women. If you sank too deep into some stupid flower girl dreams, you could as well end up in a pleasure house.

“We’re getting close,” Kaz’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts. “We’ll have to leave the horses here. By that little pond over there.”

You did as he told, dismounting your horse and guided it next to the pond. She immediately dipped her head down and began to drink greedily, which made you smile a little and give her a pat. Kaz came to stand beside you, and pointed towards the small building behind the bushes, and its open window in particular.

“There, you see that window?”

“Yes, I see it. That’s our way in?”

“No,” Kaz replied, and you turned to look at him. “It’s your way in. You’ll open the door for me once you’ve taken out the guard.”

You narrowed your eyes at Kaz. “This is that test, isn’t it?”

He didn’t reply to your question, and instead made his way behind the fence. “The guard has just switched his post with his colleague. You can get in right away, but we need to make it seem like nothing is stolen, and that the guard slipped and hit his head. You need to hit hard enough for him to not realise what’s happening, it needs to look like an accident. Otherwise, they’ll–”

“Inform the Little Palace that they need to check their guards, which could sabotage our plan. Got it.”

Kaz nodded and then gestured to you to come closer to the fence. “There’s a crack here. Slip through.”

You took in a deep breath and carefully slipped through the crack in the fence, and crouched down as you sneaked your way to the window.

The torch of one the guards almost illuminated your form as you scrambled towards the window, and you glanced back at where you last saw Kaz - but the man had disappeared. A suspicion of it being a trap crossed your mind, maybe he had known you’re lying about the letter? Maybe he guessed that you were trying to trick him? Dirtyhands was skilled in detecting lies, you had heard. Which you had taken as a challenge, but in moments like these, you cursed yourself for not being more careful.

But the fact that you getting caught could sabotage the plan of getting to Little Palace for him too was the thing that made you push up and get yourself through the window.

The hut was smaller than it seemed from the outside. There was a small closet which supposedly held at least some of the uniforms, and the guard himself sat on the chair near the window, his dirty boots lifted on the table, and you heard deep breaths with occasional, faint snoring. The chair was slightly tilted backwards - which was a perfect setup. Luck was clearly on your side tonight. You’d just have to make the chair fall down hard enough to knock the guy out, it would look like he had fallen down while sleeping.

So, you sneaked up on him and in a swift move, you slammed the chair to the ground. The guard cried out and you jumped back, realising you hadn’t hit him hard enough. Shit.

Blood stained the floor as he continued moaning in pain, and you were just about to kick him in the head, but then a torch light illuminated the hut, making you crouch down. “Bocharov! Are you alright?”

Shit, shit shit shit.

You quickly made your way to the closet, pressing yourself against the back wall, praying to Ghezen that any of your body parts wouldn’t be sticking out.

The torches illuminated the closet briefly, making you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, and when you opened them again, you saw how three men had entered the hut.

“What happened?” one of them asked, and the man, Bocharov, groaned.

“I slipped.”

“You were sleeping again? You know General Kuznetsov won’t like that.”

“He makes us work for an inhuman amount of hours for just a few vlackhi. It’s not fair if we aren’t allowed to rest.”

Judging by the sounds, someone helped Bocharov to stand up and the third man spoke, “You have a wife and kid to feed, so you’d better have your priorities up with it. Now, come to get patched up - work can wait for a little longer.”

The four men then exited the hut, Bocharov being assisted out by two of his comrades, and the door shut. You swallowed, staring at the door for a moment longer, before you slowly made your way out of the closet and unlocked the door, carefully peering outside.

No sign of Kaz.

“Damn it, Brekker,” you grumbled and turned your back to the door, going to the closet and carefully taking out two uniforms, and then seeing a set of knives at the back of the closet. You stared at them for a moment, trying to decide whether to take them or not. You didn’t have a weapon against Kaz, and time was running out - that would be a perfect opportunity. You turned around again to lay the uniforms on the chair by the door, and paused upon seeing Kaz standing there.

Damn it.

You masked your surprise by rolling your eyes. “I thought you’re leaving me here.”

Kaz’s eyes shifted to the uniforms in your hands. “It did cross my mind, considering you almost ruined my plan. Come.”

“What a gentleman,” you mumbled, but followed Kaz out of the area. And soon, you were back on your horses, the uniforms tightly secured at the back as you began your journey towards Os Alta.

—

You’re enjoying his company, a voice at the back of your head said. It’s messing up with your plans. Are you really trying hard enough to make up a way to get rid of him?

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your eyes on the road and not glance back at Kaz. You scowled at your thoughts and whispered, “Shut up.”

Of course you were still planning, giving your everything for those plans to work. You were about to snatch a knife from the closet, but you weren’t quick enough. You were planning to kill him at that motel, but then the non-creaking floorboard messed up with your plans. You were trying, but luck wasn’t on your side. And now time was running out, you’d need to make up a new plan once you’d be out of Little Palace. To get rid of Jesper and Inej would be a remarkable problem, though. But, a small voice still snickered, saying you're only trying to make excuses.

Again, Kaz’s voice interrupted your thoughts. “We’re almost at the Palace. Let’s go change clothes, and find some distraction.”

You turned to look at him. “Distraction?”

Kaz scoffed at your question. “We can’t just put uniforms on and walk through the gates without anyone trying to identify us. We need to blend in.”

You pursed your lips and sighed, before turning your eyes back to the road. “Right, that's true. Where will we change clothes?”

Kaz passed you with his horse, and gestured towards a pond that was barely visible behind the thick hay. “There’s a small warehouse hosting gardening supplies around the creek, near that pond. Go there to change, I’ll go find our distraction and take my turn after that.”

You slowed down your horse as Kaz started to ride away, and you yelled after him, “And what exactly is our distraction?”

Kaz didn’t reply, which made you groan. Typical. You started to have a feeling that this man would drive you crazy eventually, in one way or another.

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wdyt ab rich boyfie ricky 👀👀🥲

♱𓂃 리키 ━━━ rich bf! ricky

young and rich, tall and handsome, charisma boss lovelicky as your boyfriend. how lucky that would be. 🎧🤍

okay first of all, having ricky as your boyfriend is literally just you living out every wattpad reader's fantasies. he's tall, he's rich and he's so extremely handsome. what else can you ask for.

I feel like his love language, as obvious as it is, is gift giving. this man would spoil you so much just because he feels like it. if you want something, he'll buy it.

if you ever buy him any gifts he will appreciate it so much and cherish it forever. he doesn't care what the price of the gift is or what gift it even is, he will keep it just because it's from you. you could literally give him a childish gift like that unicorn fuzzy diary he got from his bday live that jiwoong bought him. as weird as the gift is, he will still like it 😭

his love language would also be quality time. he'd literally clear his schedules just to spend time with you. if he misses you or anything, he will come to you and spend quality time together. he cherishes every second he spends with you.

he is not usually affectionate with physical touches, so you'd probably have to initiate the physical touch first. he's more of a affectionate with words type of guy. he will call you sweet endearment terms like princess, baobei, darling, you name it.

he also gets shy if you actually do initiate the physical touches. if you hold his hands, his heart literally flutters. he gets especially shy if you squish his cheeks, boop his nose or give him a little kiss. the physical touch he's most used to is hugging. he is comfortable with hugging you anytime. he'll especially hug you when he's having a tough time. a hug from you literally heals him.

ricky seems cold outside but you know him well enough to know how warm hearted, soft and cute he is. he is just a silly guy to you, often comfortable being vulnerable and showing his inner child to you.

he seems like a patient person, so he'd always tolerate whatever shenanigans you bring to the table. you can be as chaotic and unhinged as you want but this man will still tolerate you and love you. sometimes he might even join you. he is a silly guy himself after all, so you'd both have fun doing stupid shit together.

this man will buy you bouquets of different types of flowers for every occasion. you're going on a date? bouquet of roses. coming to your house to visit you? a bouquet of red chrysanthemum flowers. going grocery shopping with you? a bouquet of red tulips. he would definitely remember every meaning for all types of flowers just for you.

honestly this man would stare at you with intense love eyes and a big smile on his face. whatever you're doing, he's staring at you with his eyes full of love. he will literally do anything for you. this man is way too in love with you, I fear.

unfortunately for you, he is the princess in the relationship. you'd have to dirty your hands and work hard to serve your pretty princess ricky. like when he can't open a can or a jar, you'll open it for him. doesn't he mean that he won't do anything though, he will always help you along with whatever assistance you need just don't be disappointed when he does it entirely different. 🥰 he is your babygirl fr !!

if he's not physically near you or if he's somewhere else far away from you, he will send you selfies of his day or whatever he's doing. obviously you're foaming at the mouth every time he sends you one.

being ricky's lover comes with the perks of being his personal photographer and having him as your personal photographer. he takes insanely good photos for you that looks like it's professionally taken and when you're taking photos for him he will tell you which angles and such for a good photo of him ☠️

"a little bit up, yeah like that, and tilt the phone a bit, baby."

"ricky my arms gone numb!"

"sorry sorry, princess. just one more!" and his beautiful giggle would be heard, immediately healing your numb arm (real)

having ricky as your bf is a blessing to your eyes, constantly seeing such a handsome man everyday is honestly like medicine. when he catches you staring at him, he gets a little shy and giggles but then he'll tease you about it.

"I know I'm handsome but you can always admire my looks more in a photo" he'd say while winking.

ricky seems like he could cook so he would probably cook you homemade meals. surprisingly his cooking isn't limited to easy recipes, he could cook a full course meal ngl. he tries his best and always puts in extreme effort to make his dishes as tasty as possible. just you wait when you get sick, this man will make you a 5 star soup that'll literally cure cancer just for your little sickness.

honestly it would be fun to tease him because of his cute reactions. overall, he would be such a sweet boyfriend who spoils you rotten.

©wookiez

#zerobaseone #zb1 #ricky #zerobaseone ricky #ricky x reader #ricky imagines #zb1 ricky #imagines #x reader #shen ricky #🤍☆ w𖦹𖦹kiez fics !

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Writeblr Positivity Tag

Hi @inkovert! Thank you, as always, for the tag. Just a quick shout-out; if you don't know Inkovert yet, please please please go check out their WIP, My Dearest Enemy. Also, do you like having in-depth discussions about writing with other up-and-coming authors? Participate in @inkovert's Spilled Ink Saturdays. The first session (on book-to-screen adaptations) was a lot of fun!

✦ What motivates you to write?

I agree with @inkovert. It's not that I'm motivated to write, exactly... It's more that I feel I... have to? There's a sort of internal inertia that keeps pulling me back to fiction. Maybe it's obsession? Maybe it's Maybelline? 💃😉 No, but seriously, I think it may be connected to this weird instinct I have to document things? To give you an idea of what I'm talking about, when I was in my mid-twenties, I went through a terrifying break-in. I kid you not; there was a literal man with a balaclava crouched in my shower in the middle of the night. How did I respond? By screaming, obviously. But after the screaming? I called up my boyfriend and narrated every single detail of what I saw and heard while trying to escape the house with my family. In my mind, I felt it was critical to tell him what was going on, not because I thought it would help catch the culprit(s) (we didn't know if there were more), save us from whatever bitter fate awaited, etc., but kind of in the same way people carve "I was here" into walls? If I was going to die (which was a possibility; a friend's father died in similar circumstances at around the same time), I needed someone to know what I'd seen, to know that I'd seen... So, do I write because I'd die if I didn't? No. I write because I'm going to die anyway. Because I know I'm going to die.

✦ A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud of/happy with. If not, maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them):

I can do you one better! Because @inkovert kindly tagged me, I'd like to return the favour by referring you to their Wattpad page, where you can read their current WIP, My Dearest Enemy

✦ Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them, and what are they like?

Haha, I don't know if any of the OCs in The Sorcerer's Apprentice make me smile. They all worry me a lot. By accepting an apprenticeship with the sorcerer Valeriano, Altaluna is heading straight into a nest of venomous vipers, and they are going to maim her; they are going to maim her for life. Every time she feels optimistic or wow-ed by the glitz and the glam of her new environment, I cringe internally. My poor, sweet summer child! Valeriano, on the other hand, is a monster, so it's hard to smile when thinking of him. Hmm... maybe the only character I genuinely smile around is Cucufate, the talking monkey. He's the only character whose behaviour and snide comments can be underplayed as just 'animal antics,' which means he's the only character who can get away with giving people a little of what they truly deserve. It's hard not to love him for it.

✦ What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Again, I have to agree with @inkovert. The editing process means no blank page, and no blank page means (rejoice!) no existential suffering. My first drafts are always shit and a disappointment. But my second drafts? Dost thou want to live deliciously? With the second draft, I know where I'm going, what's happening, where to trim the fat and everything I need to make the story what I wanted it to be in the first place. Usually, I downright discard the first draft and write the entire story from scratch, but better, so much better. And editing the second (or sometimes, third) draft? Pure, unadulterated bliss. Goodbye, low self-esteem, goodbye doubts; cue me some Nina Simone, why don't you?

✦ What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Editing, re-drafting. I'm good at figuring out what's wrong and have no trouble whatsoever massacring my darlings.

✦ What is something in the writeblr community that is most enjoyable?

The community! I love participating in tag & ask games, reading people's work, celebrating my mutual's triumphs, and sharing my progress. I don't have any writer friends outside of Tumblr (apart from academic writer friends, though they're a very different kettle of fish), so I really appreciate being able to log on and be met with all this creativity.

✦ A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Okay, so first thing first: I have ADHD. Any thought I have is an explosion that simultaneously sends spin-off thoughts in every imaginable direction, which, in turn, send spin-off thoughts in every imaginable direction, and so on and so forth, and on and on, until some of the spin-offs reach a dead end and their line withers, and/or I reach the limits of my capacity to hold all these thoughts in my mind and spontaneously combust. Instead of trying to fight this multi-generative tendency (this leads to a state of paralysis where I can't do anything), I've found a way to let the 'explosions' take the lead without overloading my systems, so to speak. Basically, I figured that if I stored every direction my mind went in somewhere other than my mind, I could let it do its thing without risking burnout. For that, I use MindNode, a visual brainstorming software. And let me tell you, it's been a life-saver. Now, when considering a scene, I document every possible route available to the characters and/or the setting, assign each ramification a score (for example, +1 Worldbuilding, +1 Foreshadowing, +1 Symbolism, +1 Character Development, -1 Cliché, -1 Undermines Tension, -1 Repetitive, etc.), and then choose the one with the highest score to write out. This method is obviously quite time-consuming, but it does have some unique strengths beyond helping me deal with my ADHD: (1) it ensures that there are no superfluous scenes in the grand design, (2) it ensures that all scenes are layered and fulfil multiple story functions at once, (3) it discourages going with the first option that presents itself (usually cliché, in my case), (4) it encourages out-of-the-box creative thinking, (5) and, finally, it's likely to lead to scenes that surprise you, the writer (for example, I was shocked by how many routes led to my character's death, lol). So, yeah, MindNode has been very helpful to me.

✦ A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law, etc)

I love the magic system, but I'm not sure I'll reveal anything more about it before publication than I already have in this post. You're just going to have to wait and see ;)

✦ Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

I follow TONS of talented writers on this site, among them: @inkovert, @that-chibi-writer, @tate-lin, @kingkendrick7, @ettawritesnstudies, @blind-the-winds, @aquadestinyswriting, @avrablake, @alinacapellabooks, @lordfenric-writes, @moonscribbler, @cee-grice, @sender-paulson, @sarah-sandwich, @liv-is, @athenswrites, @junypr-camus, @rubywrite, @winterandwords, @salmonandfox, @merlina87, @songsofsomnia, @words-after-midnight, @lucianinsanity, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @nanashi23, @sam-glade, @at-thezenith, @kestalsblog, @kaatiba, @theunboundwriter, and so many more!

#thank you for the tag!#Loved this #Also a quick apology to anyone who has answered an ask I haven't reblogged yet!#I'm working my way down the list and will get to you asap :)

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fluxweeed · 8 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

i've had so much fun reading other answers to these questions over the last few weeks!! thank you @nv-md and @sweet-s0rr0w for mentioning me in your posts!! i fear my answers drifted much too far into self-indulgence, but what's new for this blog eh??

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22, but one of them is 11 separate drabbles/microfics in a 2k-word jacket

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

293,865

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i'll only ever write hp on this username!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all drarry:

the four doors (legilimency healer draco + memory loss)

adventures in truth and texting (advent texting fic)

all i have to do (draco thinks harry is a magical fantasy but whoops he's real)

eight o'clock, tomorrow evening (four doors sequel)

two to lie and one to listen (8th year fake dating, sort of)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i respond to everything on the final chapter of a fic! sometimes very kind commenters will say something at the end of every single chapter, which is SUCH a joy to receive, but i haven't yet figured out a way of saying "thank you!" 26 times over without sounding insincere

(i also don't usually respond to comments on fics i've co-written bc i don't feel like i have? the right? feels like i'm taking credit for something i did not really do!)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

also drarry: for lack of wanting, wherein harry thinks it's sexy when draco acts like an evil dick again, and draco is too in love with harry to tell him that makes him feel weird

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

man i think all the rest are pretty happy, all things considered? tho i guess two to lie and wrapped are the only ones that end with explicit i-love-yous?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've been quite lucky, actually! i've had the occasional demand to change an angsty ending, or comments that have been quite mean about a character who isn't supportive of drarry. oh and i've had a couple of people get suuuper mad when draco malfoy, death eater and snotty spoilt brat, makes mildly immoral decisions. i've found all of those quite funny tho, which i'm sure i wouldn't if they were legitimate hate, so i don't think they count!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yep! the vibe of two characters wanting to fuck but knowing they shouldn't for some reason (uneven dynamic, magic stuff, they simply haven't had a fucking conversation about it) is my absolute favourite. will read it every time, will write it pretty much every time too 😅

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

the closest i've come to writing a crossover is say no to this, a fic vaguely based off the storyline of the song from hamilton. it was the first drarry fic i'd written in about 10 years!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yep! not any under this username (that i know of), but someone re-uploaded an old drarry fic of mine to wattpad – and honestly, i don't mind at all. i don't think the fic is very good lmao, if someone else wants to take the blame for it, that's totally fine by me

(the wildest thing about it is the combined ff.net + wattpad views of that fic now top 2 million i think?! but despite that u have almost definitely not heard of it!! i've only seen it mentioned, like, maybe 3 times since i properly re-joined fandom spaces in 2020)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!!! it's SUCH an honour!!! the four doors is in german, chinese, russian and spanish; thirst (drarry vampire fic) is in chinese; and all i have to do (the not-fantasy-harry fic) is in russian 🥰

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!!! well, sort of – officially, i co-wrote per my last letter (i hope you choke on it) with @lastontheboat, but i really do think i was more like an alpha reader with knobs on. the workload split was at least 25/75, with j shouldering a great deal of the burden (and all of the brilliance)!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

this is going to sound silly given that i'm definitely a drarry writer and only really hang out in the drarry sphere – but i don't have one! for hp, i gravitate towards ships with harry in them, but even that isn't a hard and fast rule for me

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

nothing that i've posted! but i have tons that are never going to see the light of day. three recent-ish hp ones i've written the most for:

a fic i call The Opus, which is a drarry auror partners fic – i have 16k words written; it was going to end up a solid 100k. i love the concept i have for this fic so, so dearly, but a 100k casefic is not happening.

a harry/ginny established relationship smutty oneshot that is really nothing more than ginny being fun and sexy and harry being horny but, like, self-deprecating about it.

a drarry little mermaid au that i wrote for nanowrimo in 2019. like i MIGHT come back to this one day? but it's unlikely. pros: i do have 50k of it written already and the first draft isn't too far off being complete. cons: i have almost exactly 50k words of it written bc i hit the nano goal and stopped in the middle of a sentence bc writing it was SO stressful (that november i had two jobs + one volunteering role, and also i was moving house, so. a lot going on.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

god knows. dialogue and characters come easiest to me, ig? and i tend to cut a lot in editing, so i don't think my stuff is? overly wordy? so it doesn't require much brainpower to read? that could be a positive or a negative, depending on how you look at it!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i suck at caring about anything other than character dynamics, so my fics never have plot outside of something vague to put the main pairing in the same room

similarly, i'm not very good at describing locations – describing anything, really

bc i tend to focus on the "oh we want to but we shouldn't!" moment, i'm pretty bad at actually developing feelings in longer fics – that part always feels too rushed to me, but fuck if i know a way of fixing it that isn't just, like, write another 20k

i think my endings usually feel like a bit of an afterthought and often quite forced

the more i write, the more i realise i know, like, 5 ways of phrasing anything, and i just repeat the same things over and over

i'm trying to fix my lack of skills with plotting + pacing by planning extensively before i start drafting, but i think that takes a bit of the spark out of the final version? it becomes a bit predictable and samey?

em dashes every tenth word

i'm convinced ppl i respect are in group chats talking abt how annoying and bad at writing i am, and also lowkey (…highkey) i agree with them – so actually getting myself to write anything is super hard!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

yeah man! i mean, i personally am not sufficiently confident in my skills in any other language to do it without help (and i'm not sufficiently confident in my skills in asking for help to do that), but it's fun to read imo

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i've dabbled in a few over the years, but the first was hp – it was a marauders era snape/lily/james love triangle fic that i posted on a forum on a hp roleplaying site – this was before deathly hallows came out, so i was very smug when my pairing theory (that i undoubtedly stole from someone cleverer than me, because i was 13 years old) turned out to be true

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

god. @decaflondonfog recently told me that drabbles don't really count, so i? don't know? perhaps still the pine-woods scent the moon (guilty remus/harry) or taste of țuică (established drarry bringing ron in as a third) are the ones i like best, but i don't love either of them enough to be able to confidently declare them my favourite!

u know the drill: i got too sad and anxious and unfollowed everyone so i have no idea who to tag. if u made it this far please know i do love you very much, i want to kiss u on the cheek at LEAST, and would love to know any thoughts u have about the things u make ❤️

#as if i said 'a strength of mine is that i'm not too wordy' in this post #have u SEEN the length #fluxweed shut the fuck up challenge #my fic #tag game

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 8 months

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Interlude 3: Ride 'Em Cowboy

Part 10 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Description: You've been feeling weird since Christmas Dinner exploded at Seresin Ranch. It doesn't help that you've barely had any time with Jake since that day. You love Jake's family. You adore them like they're yours. So you can't figure out why you feel so weird. But really, it turns out that all you need is some alone time. Disclaimers: Smut. Warning: Female Reader Word Count: 4972 Author Note: Here’s part 10 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car). This chapter is all smut. I don't really know what else to say. Oh, wait. Charge your man-adjacent pleasure providers because it's haybales and sexy times full speed ahead! And this chapter is thanks to @desert-fern who very kindly beta-read nearly 5k of smut for me! AO3: Cross-posted Here! Wattpad: Cross-posted Here! My Masterlist Previous Part | Series Masterlist | Next Part

It's been an interesting holiday season. You never expected to be welcomed with open arms by Jake's family (most of it anyhow), and it's been wonderful to get to know his siblings. Things with Jake’s dad, on the other hand, have never been worse. The day you left the main house at Seresin Ranch, Mama Georgie had stopped by and told all of her children she was heading to her sister’s for the New Year just a little earlier than expected. It hadn’t been easy to hear that, not at all. Since then you’ve been fighting the nasty little voice in your head that’s telling you it was your fault that Christmas Dinner imploded so badly. You love Jake's family, but on New Year's Eve as you breathe in the winter air on the wrap-around patio of Henry and Melissa's cottage, you can't help but wonder if you spoiled the holidays just by being here.

Jake always gives you this look when you bring it up, right before he kisses you stupid. Henry and Melissa seem genuinely happy to have you at their home, too. And it's been nice. Nice to experience a family Christmas again. Nice to have little kids and dogs around, and to feel so loved. Nice to see Jake finally, genuinely relax and smile.

He's not fully relaxed, not at all, but you know it'll take some time. As of now, though, it's enough to see Jake with his brothers and sisters. All the siblings are out in force, preparing one of the two colossal barns behind Henry and Melissa’s house for the New Years’ party happening that night. It’s a yearly tradition and every member of the Seresin family looks forward to it. In all honesty, you should say Jake, Will and Henry are doing the heavy labor since Melissa, Hannah, Maggie, and Eliza are cooking. Beth is on kiddo-duty, with baby Sarah, James and Jordan right in front of her eyes. You’d been told the twins would get into too much trouble with the men. You believe it too. You’ve woken up to the twins jumping on top of you and Jake more than once since your hasty exit from the main ranch house - and they don’t even live in the same house!

But that leaves you to your own devices. Melissa has completely refused to let you lift a finger to help more than ferrying ice-cold glasses of tea and lemonade to the men. And the last time you’d asked, they’d all told you they didn’t want anything. Jake, of course, had plopped his hat on top of your head and smacked your ass with a cheeky wink. The men had all started laughing at the startled squeal that had poured out of your mouth, Jake included. So now you're sitting on the wrap around porch in a wicker chair with a blanket across your lap pretending to read a book while plotting ways to get payback from your fiancé, his hat still perched atop your head. Luckily, you have the perfect dress to wear to the party tonight, something sexy enough to have Jake drooling from the minute he sees you while still appropriate for a party where you have to be his eye candy.

The clomp of boots on the stairs has your head lifting from where you’d been pretending to pore through the pages. Jake's got his shirt off, each muscle glistening in the golden light as they pull and move beneath his skin. Henry and Will are yelling about something behind the bigger of the two barns leaving the two of you mostly alone.

"Hey, sweetheart." Jake's really too good to be true. You must zone out looking at his bare torso because the next thing you know, he's kneeling on the porch with his hands on yours.

"You okay, Gorgeous?" You nod, even as you peck his smiling mouth.

"What are you thinking about?

You cup his jaw, relishing in the prickly stubble on your fingertips, and grin sheepishly. "Nothing, really. I was just thinking about Christmas."

"Again, sweetheart?" He tugs on your hands, pulling you up and twirling you around until you're caged between the porch rails and his body.

"I told you, darlin'," Texas drawl seeping from every syllable, "what happened on Christmas is not your fault. Hell, my father probably would've done it no matter what happened. He's been a powder keg primed to explode for far too long."

"But what about Mama Georgie?" You rest your head against his chest, content in the sound of Jake's heart thudding steadily beneath his skin, not minding at all the scent of Jake as it surrounds you. "I didn't want her to leave your dad."

"Mama'll be fine. She just realized that what he said was going too far. She loves us too much to let him say what he did about us."

"Aren't you a little angry at her too?" Jake just blinks at your words, his eyes going soft and sad as he stares off into the distance.

"Of course I am, sweetheart. But I also know that Mama loves me. I know that she loves all of us equally. There's no favoritism there. Yeah, it stung that she never stood up for me with Dad. That she didn't try to come out to San Diego more often. But he's so controlling, gorgeous. It took an air to air kill for me to realize how much. And even then, I still wanted to make him proud. At least until I met you."

Your heart’s flip-flopping chaotically in your chest, your lips parting as you try to think of what to say. Jake’s never been shy about what he thinks of you, how much he loves you. He loves to make you squirm by dripping sweet praise into your ears before standing back with a self-satisfied smirk that screams, “Yeah, that’s my girl. Only I can make her look like this. What do you think about that?”

“You made me want something better for myself. You made me believe that I deserved something better.” You slide your arms around his neck, kissing him ferociously, devouring his mouth like he’s the air you need to live. Jake’s hands cup your ass as he squishes you close. The heat’s rising between you as you scrabble to grab onto his shoulders, to drag him close.

At least, that is, until the porch door slams open and James and Jordan come pouring out like a pair of whirling dervishes. They crash right into Jake’s legs and crush you against the hard railing at your back. Your breath leaves you in a whoosh and by the time Beth has wrangled the twin terrors, there is a dull pain radiating up your back despite the hand Jake had placed there to protect you.

But that one incident completely kills the heat between you and Jake. And then it feels like you and he are needed for a hundred different things before the party. The next time you see him is when he zips up your dress, his lips soft as he presses a gentle kiss against the back of your neck. You turn and step into your heels to complete silence.

Jake’s staring at you like he’s never seen you before. It’s just a simple burgundy velvet dress and heels, the neckline dipping into a v-neck which just hints to your cleavage. You’ve finished up the ensemble with loose curls, a pair of sparkly heels, and some dangly earrings.

“Is everything okay?” Your voice is quiet despite the yelling from the twins down the hall filtering through the solid oak doors.

“Of course everything is okay, beautiful. In fact, I’d say it’s more than okay, it’s perfect. I mean, I get the satisfaction of knowing that my fiancée is the sexiest woman at the party. And I get to go home with her!” There’s something like awe in his eyes as he trails the tip of his finger down one of your earrings.

“This dress isn’t even that sexy, Jay!” You step out of his reach and gesture to it all. “I mean, it’s off the shoulder, sure, but it’s just velvet and it is fingertip length at least!”

His snort has you giggling, especially when you realize that you’d defaulted to holding your fingers like you used to in high school to avoid getting a dress code violation.

“It isn’t the dress, baby doll. It’s you. It’s just you. Your sweet smile, your gorgeous mind, how I could forget everything except for how much I love you just by looking at you.” You practically launch yourself into his arms, arching into the kiss even as his hands seem to sear into your skin.

That heat seems to spark more and more as the night progresses. Every touch and innocent glance has you aching for Jake. You’re in great demand, with everyone wanting to know who town hero Jake Seresin has chosen to wed. Jake puffs up like a peacock with each compliment what feels like the entirety of Austin gives you.

Of course, you lose sight of Jake midway through the night. But as the kids are all sent to bed and the clock begins to approach midnight, you’re aching to kiss your fiancé for the new year. The crush of people in the barn is stifling, and it feels like you can barely breathe as you battle your way out of the doors. Music spills out of the building, so loud you can feel the ground reverberate.

Jake’s never been fond of big crowds like this, and you’re sure that he would have found you if he were in the barn. But it’s also possible that you missed him. You resolve to spend only fifteen minutes outside before venturing back into the barn. There's a slight breeze rustling over the fields and it feels amazing against your feverish skin.

You chase the fresh scent and cool air away from the open barn doors and then squeal as two hands pull you towards the other building. At least, that is, until you realize who is tugging you.

"Jake?!" You sound more than a little fed-up and shocked even as your fiancé grins unrepentantly at you. "What are you even doing in here? Isn't this barn just full of hay? Why aren’t you enjoying the party?"

"I could ask the same thing of you, sweetheart! Do you trust me?"

"Always," You breathe out, taking his hand and letting him do what he wants with you. In the low light, you can't see a single thing. You're stumbling blind, trying not to fall as Jake leads you further into the building.

You're not sure what you were expecting, not at all, because what you get is so much better. The skylights in the barn are open and under the biggest is spread a blanket. There are hurricane lanterns dotted across the expanse, strawberries, chocolate, hor d'oeuvres, and a bottle of champagne perched within a sweating bucket.

"Jay, how did you do this?" Your voice is hushed as Jake presses a juicy strawberry to your lips. The sweet juice is cold and refreshing, dripping down your throat as you melt into his side, your heels toed off at the edge of the blanket.

"I've been planning this all week for you, sweetheart. You've been so down since we got engaged and well, I wanted to do something to help you relax." You gasp a little as he pops the champagne open and pours you a glass.

"You're too good to me, darling." Your eyes flutter closed as you sip on the cold liquid.

"I should be saying that to you, gorgeous. I may be good, too good to be true, but baby doll, you're better." You grin at his words, letting him manhandle you until you're perched on his lap and curled into his chest.

"And god do you look gorgeous tonight." You kiss his jaw, relishing in just being in his arms.

"Thank you. You look handsome yourself, handsome!" Jake grins even as he pecks your lips again.

For several long moments, it's easy between the two of you. It finally feels like you can breathe. All of the tension you’ve been carrying around with you melting away in the presence of the man you love with all of your heart. Until Jake's hand starts sliding further and further up your thigh.

"What are you doing, Jay?" You giggle, the champagne having gone straight to your head.

"Making my gorgeous fiancée feel good. You have a problem with that, pretty girl?" You can’t help your smile or your moan as Jake’s lips and fingers finally meet their mark.

Being with Jake is something you will never tire of. Especially now, you think, sitting on his lap with his hands on your skin. His hands are deft as they drag your dress up over your head. It makes you giggle to see how he places it gently on the blanket. You’re not quite as gentle as you rip his shirt off of his head and lean back, just a little. Jake’s eyes glow in the light as he traces a finger gently between your lace covered breasts.

“How did you hide this from me all night, sweetheart?” There’s something reverent in his gaze as he cups your tits gently, his touch making your nipples pebble and heat pool in your gut.

“It wasn’t hard, Jacob.” You coo, cupping his jaw lightly. “I haven’t seen you all night!”

You gasp as he reels you in closer, big hands skating over more of your skin than lace.

“Fair enough, my gorgeous girl. Now let me show you exactly how much I miss you?” You let Jake, the love of your life, manhandle you how he wishes, pliant as he props you up against one of the hay bales stacked around your cozy enclave. It’s with your ass facing him that he finally sees the final surprise you’re wearing for him tonight.

“Sweetheart,” His voice is a punched out moan, even as his hands trail down the shining gold trailing over your bare skin. “Can I take off your bra, baby doll?”

“Please!” Your blood is boiling at a fever pitch, aching for the feeling of his skin pressed up against yours. But you don’t get what you want. Not yet, anyhow. Jake’s hands leave burning trails over your skin, cupping your breasts and kneading your ass gently. The anticipation builds and builds as Jake maps your skin ever so slowly with his hands. But his hands never dip below your waist, never reach the places where you need him most.

“Jake!” You’re practically sobbing at the feelings only Jake’s ever wrung from your body. “Please! Please!”

You writhe under the firm hands he has on your skin, fighting for any stimulation, shuddering at the way you can feel his cock pressing against your ass. Until the snap of his hand on your ass jolts you into the hay bale. Twin sensations duel for domination in your body, pain and arousal both coursing through your system. It hurts just as much as it makes you aroused, and god, you want Jake more than you ever have before. He smacks you, once, twice, thrice more. In truth you lose count, feeling only the sharp sting of his hands and the heat flushing your bare ass cheeks. You’re nearly delirious, in fact, each strike robbing your thoughts and all sense.

It’s a relief when the strikes stop. Your chest heaves, the prickly hay barely bothering you as Jake’s hands tug your sodden thong from the cleft of your ass. The material is damp with arousal, you know - it’s dripping down your thighs. You need your fiancé that much.

“Jake!” You babble, “Please! I need you, handsome, please!”

“I’ve got you, my darling girl, c’mere.” Jake’s hands don’t leave your skin even once as he draws two fingers through your wet folds. “You’re so wet for me, baby doll.”

With each word, his fingers open you up. Each time with Jake you feel like you’re going to be spoiled for any other man, and tonight is no difference. You cum with a scream, arousal dripping out of you as the first fireworks light up the night sky.

“Happy New Year, baby doll.” Jake kisses you slow and sweet, and you scrabble for purchase against his chest, moaning into the kiss even as you fight with his belt.

“D’you have condoms, handsome?” You gaze up at your fiancé, the sight of his green eyes blown wide making your arousal grow even more.

What you don’t expect is the dismay taking over Jake’s countenance.

“M’sorry, baby doll. A week’s worth of preparations and that’s the one thing I forgot.” You pull his hands back to meet your bare skin.

“Jay.” Your voice is gentle as you curl into his broad chest. “I don’t care. I’m on birth control. I just want you!”

“You sure, gorgeous?” Your heart swells at the sight of the man you love most looking so nervous about you.

“I’m sure, Jay. I love you.” You take his hand and splay it across your lower stomach. “I want everything life brings with you. I want to marry you. I want to have a baby with you. It’s not likely to happen right now,” your voice is cheeky as you tug him close, “but we can always practice, right?”

His groan is guttural, even as he tugs you into a fierce kiss and wrenches his trousers and boots off.

“C’mere baby doll.” You gasp at the sight of him lying in the hay. “You were wearing my cowboy hat earlier. Don’t you know the cardinal rule? Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. And well, darlin’, your cowboy is right, here.”

You're almost too eager to comply, arousal making your motions clumsy as you straddle his waist and dip down to kiss his smiling mouth. You feel like there is too much electricity in your system, the buzzing in your veins drugging you just as much as the exquisite gentleness in Jake's eyes.

It feels different with Jake this time. You're not sure if it's a side effect of how drunk you are on alcohol and Jake or if it's your ebullient mood. You know it has a lot to do with the lack of a condom as well. Without that one thin barrier, you can feel the heat of his length as you ride him, and it makes what you're doing feel more special - more intimate. It feels like you're making love.

"God sweetheart, you feel so good." Jake’s moans are punctuated by the bone deep rattle of the fireworks as they go off above you. The multicolored lights paint his skin, catching in the gleam of his golden hair and sparkling in his eyes.

Before long, your thighs begin to shake, the muscles aching as your thrusts grow sloppy. Jake picks you up then, carefully laying you down on the blanket with your legs splayed open over his thighs. The new angle makes you feel like he's even deeper and each thrust has your moans rising to a fever pitch.

"Baby doll, look at you!" One of his hands meets the swollen nub of your clit as he breathes the words against your nipples between kisses. "You feel so tight wrapped around me. Gonna make you cum baby doll. Gonna stuff you fulla my cum. Gonna put a baby in you."

"Please please please please please" is all you remember how to say as Jake robs you of every thought except for him. "Gonna cum, Jake!" You sob as the coil in your gut builds and builds. "Please, can I cum?"

Half the question gets lost in your moans, but Jake knows what you want, if his roar of "yes" in your ear is any indication. You cum with a scream, timed perfectly with the last of the fireworks display as Jake finishes in your wet heat.

You wrap your legs around his slim waist, craving, no, needing more of Jake. You're both panting, covered in a sheen of sweat. There's hay in Jake's hair, but you tug him forward anyways, relishing in the feeling of Jake wrapped around you.

It must be at least half an hour later when you're roused with a kiss.

"Come on, baby doll. Let's get you dressed and back into the house. I want to clean you up and get you into bed." His lips are gentle as he peppers your skin with kisses, gently coaxing your legs to release their grip around his waist.

You whimper when he pulls out of you, feeling empty and sore and needy all at once.

"Oh, baby. Look at you. Your pussy looks so pretty, with my cum dripping out of you." Jake's intent on killing you, you're sure. And then he does something which has your skin hot all over again. He dips his fingers into your cunt and collects a bit of your cum and his. Your lips fall open, expecting his fingers to press into your mouth. But he presses his fingers into his own mouth, licking the long digits with his wicked tongue until you're aching to feel it on you.

"Mm, we taste so good, baby doll. You want a taste?" You're almost too eager to surge into his arms kissing him with reckless abandon. He's right, the two of you do taste good together. But you're soon just as caught in the sensations of his tongue plundering yours and the way his cock is hard against your hip and how there's cum dripping down your thighs.

It surprises you when Jake carefully pulls away.

"C'mon baby doll. Let's get you into the shower, hmm?" You moan when he drops to his knees in front of you and licks at the cum dripping down your thighs. His eyes twinkle at your pout while he helps you into your thong, kissing his way up your torso until his tongue is laving over your nipples.

You feel so good with this man. His every touch makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Jake dresses you with the same care he takes to undress you, concentration creasing his handsome face with the tip of his tongue poking out as he finagles with the fussy little hooks on the back of your bra.

When your dress is on, it's your turn to dress Jake. It takes you a bit to find his boxers and trousers and shirt, and quite a bit longer to shake the hay out. When you make your way back to the blanket, it's to Jake holding up another two glasses of champagne. You gulp the cool liquid thirstily, finally feeling the heat in the barn. Jake doesn't seem to care that he's still naked, but that's what gives you a wonderful idea.

You drop to your knees in front of him and drag your tongue over his length.

"God, sweetheart. You don't have to do that." You suck gently on the mushroom head of his cock before pulling away with a pop.

"Yeah, I do, Jake. Because your cock always makes my mouth water." It's Jake's turn to moan as you kiss and lick your way over his length.

"Shhh, baby. You gotta be quiet," your voice is a harsh whisper. "You don't want your brothers and sisters to know how loud you are in bed, do you?"

"Baby doll, I don't care about my siblings. It's everyone else at the party that I care about." He clasps a hand over his mouth and you kiss his thigh in appreciation before you take him to the hilt. His skin is velvet soft and smooth. You can taste the salt and tang of his precum and it has you moaning around his length. You wrap your hands around his length as well, stroking him in time to the rhythm of your mouth until he's practically bowed over you, one big hand cradling your head.

"Can I cum, baby doll?" His voice is strained, each muscle tensed under your fingertips as you take him back into your mouth and suck once more, hard. He comes with a whine, the salty-sweet flood of his spend filling your mouth. You swallow each drop, grinning when you pull away to glazed eyes and red cheeks.

“God, I love you, my Gorgeous Girl.” It has you smirking when Jake’s knees wobble when you drag his boxers and slacks up his legs.

“I love you too!” You chirp as you fasten his belt buckle. It doesn’t surprise you at all when Jake tugs you into another kiss.

Your lips feel sore and a little swollen when you pull away, handing Jake his shirt while trying to walk normally. You can feel cum dripping into your thong, and it’s an embarrassingly icky foreign feeling. It’s not like the house is all that far away, but you’re going to have to make the rounds and say goodbye to everyone and you’re sure you look like a wreck, with your makeup melting off and your mascara in trails down your cheek. You look like you got fucked, and fucked well, and there isn’t a way you can hide that. Maybe it’s a banner you should wear with pride? Instead, when Jake shoulders the barn door open with the blanket in his hand and the strawberries and champagne in yours, it’s to the sight of all of his siblings and siblings-in-law staring right at the two of you.

“You look like you had fun, Jakey.” It’s Eliza sing-songing the words and if your face was flushed from your earlier activities, now it must be a bright and hot as a neon sign in New York City.

“Hey, y’all. What’s up with the party?” Jake’s trying to play at being cool even though you can tell so clearly that he’s not cool, not even a little bit.

“It ended forty-five minutes ago, Jake.” This time it’s Henry chiming in, and you have to stifle your grin as Jake blanches at his eldest brother’s words. “We just finished cleaning up, without you, thank you very much, and were wondering where you and your girl got to.”

“Considering how you’ve got hay stuck in your hair, I guess we all know what you got up to.” Jake gives you a horrified glance before schooling his expression to a carefully curated blankness.

“That barn’s lucky, you know?” Melissa giggles as four identical sets of green eyes turn to her and Henry.

“What do you mean?” Your curiosity has the better of you and has the words spilling out of your mouth before you can control your tongue.

“If Jake had hurricane lanterns, blankets and champagne like my Henry did, then that’s exactly how Sarah was conceived.” Jake’s face blanches as he looks horrified at you, back at the barn and then at the smug smirk on Henry’s face. “I think that was the exact blanket, in fact.”

You can’t control your laughter as Jake bolts towards the house holding the blanket out in front of him like he needs it out of his hands as soon as possible. You follow along at a much more sedate pace, ignoring the wolf whistles that follow you. By the time you make it up to your bedroom, the ensuite shower is on. You pull your jewelry off first, fighting with the body jewelry until it’s off and sitting on the vanity with your engagement ring at its side. When you step into the steamy bathroom, Jake’s glaring right at the shower like it personally offended him.

It’s a relief to lob your cum filled panties and bra into the laundry basket for later. You press yourself up against his back, hissing at the heat of the water raining down and turning the temperature down a little bit.

“What’s eating at you, Jay?” You trace gentle patterns over his abs until you feel his muscles loosen fractionally under your gentle touch. “It’s not the blanket or the champagne and fucking in the barn that’s bothering you.”

“No, it’s not.” You have to strain to hear the words, eventually choosing to curl around him so you’re pressed closer to his front.

“Then what is it?” You cup the back of his neck, carding your fingers through his soft hair as you wait for the love of your life to bare his heart to you.

“It’s what they said about conceiving a baby, sweetheart. I know you’re on birth control, but it’s possible we could have made a baby tonight. And sweetheart, you know what my dad’s like. How do I be a good father when I have no examples of how to act? How do I keep myself from fucking our kids up?” He sounds so lost, your North Star.

“The fact that you care, Jake, is enough. I don’t know how to be a mom either. I know we haven’t talked much about my family, but my mom and dad were the best people, the best parents for the few years I had them. By the time I grew up, with my godfather who loves me, I’d forgotten all of the things they used to do for me. I’m scared too. Terrified, in fact. But we’re together. So I know that everything will be okay. We’ll struggle and things will be hard, but we’ll get through it together.”

It’s his warmth that surrounds you for the rest of the night. Jake still looks thoughtful and is a little withdrawn, but he never fails to tell you, to show you, how much he loves you. You’re a lucky woman indeed.

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“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 3.9k💠 Released March 21, 2024

NOTE: It’s been too long since I’ve posted another chapter but hopefully I’m fully out of my (ridiculously long💀) writers block! Ngl, this chap kinda ass fr but the next chapter will be longer/better for sure! Thank you all for bearing with me🧚🏾‍♀️💜

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CHAPTER 8; EMOTIONAL DIFFICULTIES

A Few Days Later

This morning just before classes started, the girls demanded an emergency girls meeting in the bathroom to discuss what happened Halloween night. It was funny to you how they never wanna text or Facetime about these things, they only love to do it in person. It was cute though, and made the experience of sharing your gossip all the more exciting.

"YOU GUYS KISSED?!"

You winced as all the girls shouted practically at the same time. You already knew what was coming.

"I knew it! I knew something happened between you guys! We called it, we straight up called it, Yumi!" Asuka rambled, Yumi just nods her head proudly with that classic devious smile.

"You better not ever come talkin' to us about "Oh, I don't know how he feels guys" again! At this point you'd be a fool to not see it!" Hayashi-chan ranted.

"Wait, but see there's the thing-

"NO! You guys are getting married, and that's final!" Yumi hollers.

"Um, I don't know 'bout married. We're in high school." You chuckle. "But listen guys, 'cause there's something goin' on now that's making me feel weird about the kiss. Afterwards, when we all were goin' home things were so awkward, and now it's like he can't even bear to touch me. You think maybe he regrets it?" You frown, fiddling with your fingers resting on your lap as you sat on the bathroom sink.

All the girls turn quiet in thought, briefly looking at one another as they process what you said.

"Ok well...when you guys touch now does he pull away like "ew, oh my god"? Or is it like "oh shoot, I touched her!"?" Miyazaki-chan questions.

"What's the difference?" You furrow your brows.

"One is that he's like genuinely disgusted to have touched you, and the other is just him being nervous that he touched you." She explains.

"Some guys can get like that! I'm pretty sure you're probably the first girl he's ever gotten this close to, like..ever. It was probably his first kiss too, and now that he did that he's like unsure about how to go about dealing with you. You went from friends to...this." Asuka says, gesturing with her hands towards all of you.

She did have a really good point though, you hadn't thought about it that way at all. You were so pressed about not liking the way he's been acting since Halloween night that you never really bothered to take it a step further and think about why.

"That makes sense. I mean, he doesn't seem disgusted, he's just so jumpy! It's like he calculates every little thing he does and sometimes says now; like a robot." You frown, looking over at Miyazaki-chan.

"Yup. He's for sure nervous." Hanako-chan nods.

"But it's not like I'm not nervous too!" You rant, throwing your hands in the air in frustration.

"Yeah, but when guys get nervous they get stupid. An even dumber than usual kind'a stupid." Yumi explains with a disappointed sigh.

"Facts, that'd be the next thing to warn you about. With what you told us about how he's acting...he's for sure gonna be in his idiot era from now on." Hayashi-chan says with an apologetic smile.

"His idiot era? Ughh no..." You facepalm, not liking the sound of this at all.

"Let's just hope he can character develop fast enough to breeze through it." She adds with an apologetic tone.

The bell signaling for students to get to homeroom rang just as you all finished your little gossip chat. One by one each of you left out of the bathroom, saying your goodbyes and going your separate ways down either side of the hall.

"I'll see y'all at lunch or..whatever class we have together." You giggled, walking backwards as you wave goodbye. Just as you go to turn around, you bump into someone accidentally, almost falling on the floor on your back in the process.

"O-oh, I'm so sorry!" A soft, familiar voice stutters out, quickly turning around and steadying you by the arm.

"Oh! No no, it's my fault-Yamagishi?! I haven't seen you in so long!" You beam, finally noticing who it was you bumped into. His two other friends seeming to be with him in the hallway quickly scurried into their classroom with nervous looks on their faces, leaving the two of you alone. You didn't think too much of that, but it was definitely weird.

"Oh uh...yeah." Yamagishi says in a particularly hushed voice.

"What's been goin' on? Did you do anything for Halloween?"

Yamagishi barely manages to respond to you, letting out nothing but a short "Y-yeah" in response. You furrow your brows in concern at the way his eyes keep darting everywhere but at you. It seems Kazutora isn't the only boy acting stupid around you now.

"Are you alright? What's wrong?!" You ask, starting to get a little freaked out. He looked completely shook, hands slightly shaking and his entire face has gone pale white.

"Sorry, I-I gotta go!" He stammers, pivoting on his feet and darting right into the classroom.

"What the-?!" You were confused and also a little offended. What the hell is wrong with these guys?! Shaking your head, you decide to brush it off, continuing on down the hall.

"Hey!"

This time a male voice you didn't recognize calls from a few feet behind you. You turn around, pointing at yourself with your brows slightly furrowed, silently asking the guy if they were talking to you.

"Yeah." He says, finally catching up to you.

"Uhh, hi?" You greet awkwardly. You've never seen this student before. He was pretty tall, with slicked back black hair and dark eyes to match.

"Just wanted to let you know, in case you were wondering, Yamagishi isn't allowed to talk to you anymore." He scorned, looking at you like you were the biggest nuisance in his life.

"What do you mean-

"You're boyfriend made it clear some weeks ago." He clarifies with a slight grimace at the word 'boyfriend'.

That was all he needed to say for you to understand, and man were you instantly fuming. Is he serious?!

"What did he do?" You grit out lowly. Even though it was a question your tone was demanding an answer, a fully in depth answer as well.

And a full report he sure did give you. He told you the full story exactly how Yamagishi told him and his other friends the day it happened. It was like the more Yamagishi's friend spoke the more your blood boiled, and by the time he finished telling you the tea, you were ready to find Kazutora.

"Oh, I got somethin' for him. Imma deal with his ass..trust." Was all you said before turning on your heels and storming down the hallway to your homeroom.

💎

You couldn't wait not a second more for lunchtime to come around, so when it finally did you jumped straight into action. Of course you told the girls what happened to which even they were annoyed about it. Everyone knows Yamagishi is a sweetheart, so picking a fight with him knowing he's not a fighter all like that anyways is just absolutely ridiculous. First of all, you're not even Kazutora's girlfriend, and second, for him to act so possessive like you can't have other guy friends besides him is childish!

The girls saved your spot at the lunch table, already knowing you were off to find him before he could even come to you. You walked through the halls like a lion hunting for its prey, focused on one thing only until you finally saw him.

There he was by the vending machine in the hallway before you reach the cafeteria, looking all calm and collected.

You storm up to him, the sound of your school shoes making contact with the ground alerting him of your presence. It just pissed you off even more the way his expression brightened when he noticed you.

"Hey! I was just on my-

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You cut him off.

"-way...?" He finishes, blinking a few times in confusion while looking down at you with his brows furrowed.

"Why'd you beat up Yamagishi?! You told me you were only going to fight Osanai that day! You really had the audacity to tell him to stay away from me?! Who the hell are you?!" You rant, feeling your face starting to heat up with anger.

"You're mad at me because of that? He's the one that let Osanai hurt you in the first place." He shrugged, like it was the very last thing occupying his mind.

"I had already handled Yamagishi that same day though! He said he was sorry, and you already know he doesn't fight!" You defended, throwing your arms up exasperatedly.

"He should've thought about that before asking you out then. He already went wrong right there." He scoffed.

"Are you serious?!" You furrow your brows with a scoff, genuinely shocked.

"I'm very serious. He had no business asking you out knowing he can't protect you at all. He's lucky all Osanai did was give you one black eye! What if he did worse?!" He argued. It actually annoyed you a lot that he kind of made sense there.

You clench your jaw, looking to the side and letting out a deep exhale through your nose.

"Look...I was mad, alright?" He mutters softly.

"You can't just beat somebody up because you're mad, K! Like, I'm mad but I'm not beating you up." You grumble.

He lets out the tiniest chuckle. You both knew full well you'd never be able to beat him up. "I think both my anger and beating him up was justified. I can't let something like that slide; not anymore." He mumbles the last part to himself.

"Not anymore?" You question, looking back up at him curiously. He was already looking down, his hands clenched into fists at each side. You've never seen him look like this before. He wasn't angry or even worried, he just looked regretful.

"It's just-...I used to be the one to watch while someone else gets beat in front of me all the time. I hated that I could never do anything except cry and curl up in some corner." Kazutora explains bitterly, his eyes carrying a hollow, far off look.

You gasp lightly, hovering your hands over your mouth. "What do you mean?" You ask, mouth still hanging open in shock. You really hoped it wasn't what your mind was starting to conclude that it was. He sighs deeply before continuing.

"Before my parents got divorced, my dad would-... he'd beat my mom all the time. I was little, so it was never really anything I could do about it. So when I found out Yamagishi was the one that let you get hurt like that..." He looks back up at you, letting you connect the rest of the dots.

"Ohh." You whisper, suddenly feeling like a fool for pressing him. You had no idea, you just figured he beat him up out of some kind of stupid possessiveness he has towards you, but it was way deeper than that. Without a second thought you wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know any of that." You apologize, nuzzling your face into him in hopes of comforting him.

"It's...fine?" He mutters awkwardly, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you.

It's the first time he's ever shared anything about his family dynamic, and definitely the first time someone's comforted him about it. He felt weird, like he didn't know what to do, but he also felt...a little good about it?

"No it's not. I was all yellin' at you and stuff. I'm really sorry." You repeat, sniffling a little as you start to tear up. You were never strong when it comes to things like this. You could watch someone cry in a movie scene and be bawling your own self. Hearing about Kazutora having such a past...it hurt you somewhere deep. Then to think he got triggered that badly all from what happened while you were with Yamagishi. Of course it doesn't mean hurting Yamagishi is right, but there's clearly some traumatic things Kazutora's been dealing with for a pretty long time.

His father's absolute garbage, and you hope he's completely out of his and his mom's life. Hopefully his mom moved on and found somebody better too; a real husband.

"It's ok. Are you crying?!" He looks down at you in bewilderment. Now the two of you were really out of his territory. You nod slowly, holding onto him tighter.

"Oh. Well uhhh, don't cry, ok? 'S nothing to cry about." He reassures awkwardly, gently patting your back.

His words meant for comfort only made you feel a thousand times worse. Him, the one who went through such a traumatic childhood is saying it's nothing to cry about?! Something's definitely wrong for sure, and you feel terrible for never noticing it. He always looks so cheerful and bubbly, but of course, that's what most people do when they're trying to hide something about themselves that they don't want other people to see.

Once he notices you aren't letting go any time soon he sighs, resting his head on top of yours.

"I don't want you to pity me, ok?" He mumbles softly into your hair.

"I don't. I just don't like hearing that someone I care about went through something like that. I'm sad." You murmur right back into his uniform, sniffling much more frequently. If you kept going like this, your mascara's gonna start running. Kazutora's heart clenched so hard in his chest. He felt butterflies hearing you say he was someone you care about, but it also hurt him seeing you so upset.

"Come on. Don't cry anymore, ok? Please?" He leans up from your hair, placing his hands on your shoulders. You look up at him, your bottom lip slightly pouting, and nod, wiping your eyes carefully.

"Wanna go back to the caf now?" He suggests softly.

"Mm mm. I wanna stay with you." You whine childishly. He laughs lightly at your cute expression.

"But your food's back there. Come on, we'll be alone together anyways when I walk you home later." He chuckled lightly, walking you back into the cafeteria.

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You had thought, with good reason, that after that emotional moment you and Kazutora shared together he'd be back to normal, no longer acting so awkward and skittish around you. Yeah, no..he's still being like that. You figured that due to the heat of the moment he wasn't really thinking about anything else except comforting you so you'd stop crying.

Now that that moment's passed, things are even more awkward than before.

"So...how was the rest of school for you?" You ask, trying to break the silence that's been ongoing for about seven minutes since the two of you left the school building.

"Uuuh..boring as usual, I guess." He replies shortly with a little shrug.

"Same." You mumble dryly, pursing your lips afterwards.

Aaaand we're right back to the silence. You sigh dramatically in frustration.

"K, why're you being so quiet all the time now? You're acting so weird." You question, looking up at him with a slight pout.

"What? I don't think I'm any different." He furrows his brows slightly.

"Liar. You don't even put your arm around me anymore like you used to." You grumble bitterly, looking straight ahead as you adjust your tote bag strap on your left shoulder.

"Do you want me to put my arm around you?" He asked.

"I mean, not necessarily, I was just pointing out stuff you used to do that you don't do anymore." You answer back as nonchalantly as possible.

"But if you pointed it out doesn't that automatically mean it's something you want me to do?" He probed, leaning down a bit closer to you.

"....Sure, yeah..maybe I do." You reply sassily, trying to hide the embarrassment on your face.

"Then..I'll do it." He affirms, his cheeks already starting to turn pink.

"Ok, fine." You mumble plainly, trying to hold back the excited smile wanting to make its way on your face as his arm hesitantly wraps around your shoulders, bringing you close to him.

Every time you both are close like this it always feels so different from before Halloween. The air becomes heavy, the sound of your heart beat seems ten times louder, your palms get all sweaty, and your face gets unbearably hot. Worst part of it all your mind starts going crazy with thoughts when you get like this.

You think about how you want so badly to kiss him again. To touch and kiss each other again just like that night, maybe something even more than that. It almost feels wrong having thoughts like this when you didn't know for sure if Kazutora thought similar things.

The girls always know how to make it seem so simple, so obvious that he feels the same, but it's so hard to see it when you're in a situation like this in real time.

If I kissed him would he push me away...?

Even if you had the guts to kiss him you knew you probably shouldn't do it. He's already acting different, it would highly likely make it worse. At this point you weren't even sure when you should ever invite him over to your place again. He'd probably completely lose his mind if you were on the same bed together again.

You sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your head just slightly against his chest. This'll have to be enough for now, but in the meantime you figure it's time to whip out the big guns when it comes to boy advice.

💎

"-And then...we actually ended up kissing there, but after we left from the park it was like he was completely different. He wouldn't do anything that he used to, and still doesn't unless I point it out like I did today! That's the only reason he even put his arm around me, 'cause I mentioned he'd stopped doing it."

Your mom listens intently from the edge of your bed, trying not to show her ever growing smile.

"I was waiting for when you'd finally tell me about this boy." She says warmly.

Your jaw drops, completely taken aback by her words.

"Wha-...you knew about him this whole time?!" You gawked, completely shook.

"Girl, I knew from the get-go, don't even play." She chuckles lightly. "I knew after weeks and weeks had passed that you liked him and would come to me about him eventually. I was just waitin'." She chuckled, brushing you off with a hand.

"Well, so...what do you think?" You inquire nervously, fiddling around with your hands in your lap.

"There's nothing to think! He likes you; it's clear as day! You don't even gotta stress about this one, honey."

"But why does he act so weeeeird?!" You whine dramatically.

"Because he likes you, as I just said! That's how guys are. He made a move randomly, 'cause from how you're describing it he definitely didn't plan it, and now he's freaking out because he went and blurred the lines of y'alls relationship." She explains with an amused chuckle.

You stay quiet, brows furrowed as you think over what your mom said.

"Sometimes, there are guys that have a hard time facing their feelings, and unfortunately, this boy seems to be one of them." She adds, placing a hand on your knee.

"Don't decide nothin' for him, ok? You let him figure out his feelings and come to you.We're not chasin' any guys, no matter how cute."

"Why do you think he's struggling with facing his feelings?" You murmur curiously.

"Oh honey, it could be anything. Sometimes they're just nervous, other times it can be a little more complicated than that. If he's strong enough, he'll be able to acknowledge how he feels about you and decide what he wants to do. If he's not, and he keeps teetering around back and forth...then you decide for him, and you keep it pushin'. That doesn't mean end the friendship and walk away, but you make it clear y'all will be nothing more than friends." She explains, her tone more serious now.

You nod, looking up at her.

"Today...we got into a fight but then it turned out to be something sad." You mutter.

"What d'you mean somethin' sad?" She says with concern, raising her left brow.

"Well remember when I got that black eye with the boy from my math class?" You pause, watching her nod as a sign to continue. "Ok so Kazutora had actually went and beat up the guy who did that to me, this dude named Osanai, but he didn't tell me he also went and beat up Yamagishi too that same day. He said he was mad that he didn't keep me safe, but he also said it was because it reminded him..of when his dad would beat his mom when he was younger."

Your mom's lips part slightly, sucking in a short breath as she listens to you. Immediately she was filled with a deeper concern than before. Back when she was much younger, before you were even born, she had spent a lot of time as a youth pastor, caring for the kids who carried trauma and had to deal with neglectful, hateful parents. She's always loved kids, and it would anger her beyond belief when the parents of the kids from her youth group would try and justify why they treat their children the way they do.

"I had started crying 'cause...he'd never told me that, and it kinda clicked. He's always so bubbly and like really upbeat, but I think it might be because he's actually really sad." You explain softly, a deep frown on your face.

"He fights a lot, and before he met me he used to never really come to school. I had a thought while he was walking me home that maybe his dynamic with his mom at home still isn't any better even though his dad is gone." You add, looking over at her again for her reaction.

"Ok...well, there may definitely be some 'things' inside him that he needs to work through. I also think he's probably acting weird around you because you might be the only person he feels safe with, so he doesn't want to mess that up; what he has with you." She says softly.

"Yeah. That makes sense." You sigh.

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Kazutora's story about his family was all you could think about as you laid in bed. You'd spent a majority of the night worrying about him.

This only made you realize just how much you actually didn't know about him. That was just one little piece of the story, who knows how many more details and puzzle pieces fit into the rest of it. It would probably be wrong to just ask him about his past, you didn't want to upset him or even trigger him in some kind of way. You honestly didn't know too much about mental health and all the nuances and verbiage that comes along with it.

He could have PTSD or..something from what happened in his past. If he does have something like that he's damn good at hiding it...at least around you.

A deep sigh left your lips, letting go of the situation so you could finally sleep. You'd have to figure this out another time.

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ripnevillestrevor · 1 year

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our fortress— chapter four

paring: jake sully × "reader/oc" x neytiri

summary: we were gliding, our ikrans letting out pleasurable squeaks and squeals while we let out a series of joyous clicks and high-pitched yelps. soaring above all else, in the clouds of the hallelujah mountains. we ride.

warnings: animal whimpering, my bad writing, mentions of spears and arrows, fluff, enemies to lovers beginning to show, not proofread, LOWERCASE INTENDED

word count: 2,268

note: yeah, yeah, yeah ik ik, summaries are usually supposed to be the middle of a text or sometimes even the end will be the summary, but this was the only paragraph i thought was worth being the summary. this came out a little late than i wanted it to but i was too busy actually writing it that i was just like, “yeahhh, i’m done. i’ll just split chapter four up.” soooo here we are :)) also this “cliffhanger” is like- not that good 😭😭 but i just didn’t want this to be one big looooong chapter. i write mostly about scenarios going to happen in my dr (haven't shifted yet), if you think it's weird, please either keep it to yourself or message me in private, there are actually people that like this type of content and i'm writing for them. btw comments/requests are open! this is also posted on ao3 under the same name, if you see this anywhere else. please tell me :)

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we were gliding, our ikrans letting out pleasurable sqeaks and squeals while we let out a series of joyous clicks and high-pitched yelps. soaring above all else, in the clouds of the hallelujah mountains. we ride.

she looks over and, god, she's unanimously beautiful. her eyes, full of joy and wonder for the world around her. she looks at me like i'm the most precious and treasureous being in the world.

we land our ikrans on a tree trunk, the claws of our ikrans dig into the moss of the tree. we look over at each other stunned for a moment as we had just experienced our most thrilling ride together before smiling widely and laughing through our fangs. we hopped down from our saddles before she pulled me by my waist as i tried to walk away. i squealed as she pulled me to her front, giggling like madmen, she turned me around before raising an azure-colored hand to my face and pulling me into a kiss.

we pulled apart for a breath and smiled at each other, "come," she commanded softly before turning back to seze and grabbing her bow and putting it across her chest before running off through the trees.

i shake my head fondly before grabbing my spear off my ikran, zy’lete, i follow after her quickly.

we run through the branches of the trees, playing like the children of the clan before our ears take flight and go into airplane mode, we look down to see a larger na'vi man sporting human clothes, a dreamwalker, i thought bitterly. the man seemed to be manning a knife and sharpening a large stick into a handmade spear.

we lean down on the branch of the tree until our chests touch the scratchy moss of the branch, neytiri starts to lean upwards as the guy starts to walk under the branch we're sitting on, sporting his 'spear' around. she pulls her bow from behind her and starts to pull the bow, with the arrow back to aim at the na'vi male. i put a hand on her arrow to stop her, she looks at me for a moment before looking to where my eyes are trained.

a woodsprite comes floating into view, we both softly drop our hands and neytiri drops her bow and arrow. we grabbed each other's hands before jumping down and softly jumping off the branch and following very quietly behind him.

just as the viper wolves felt provoked enough to attack the na'vi man, neytiri hissed softly before jumping down the branch we were then currently residing on. she runs out of the shadows with her bow and shoots one of the wolves that had made it's way onto the man's chest and was fighting with it.

he doesn't realize the wolf had been shot, the man flipping it onto it's back and was in the process of lifting his fist to punch the wolf until he sees the yellow and blue arrow.

he looks up, shocked, before looking around and landing his eyes on neytiri who jumps down from a rock, shooting another arrow, her legs pulling close to her body in an almost split kind of way. i watch from the trees above as neytiri uses the head of her bow to swing her body and fling the viper wolf away. the man watches, as well, as she continues to swing her bow and body to fling the wolves away.

i tense and pull my legs into a swatting manner, reading to jump down as a wolf flips her over so that she rolls down an incline, but neytiri acts faster, pulling a sharp knife from her waist pocket near her loincloth and stabbing the wolf multiple times until it lays still beneath her hands.

she continues swinging left and right, knocking and surprising the vaper wolves enough that they start to run back into the woods, she takes one last swing of her bow before letting out a ferocious hiss to the backs of the running wolves. she huffs and hisses a couple more times before the man makes a sound that makes her swing her head around.

he stands in a weird, very human-like way, his knees not so bent it's considered a crouch, his head swiveling around like some of the toys the children of the clan play with, that moves it's head in a wobble-like motion.

neytiri turns around before slightly hissing and covering her eyes with her hand, releasing a curse in na'vi, she takes the end of the stick and chucks it into a nearby stream just as the dreamwalker man protests, "hey, wait. don't!"

i take this as the all clear as i jump down from the branch as the dreamwalker man startles, making fast movements. i hiss before going to the nearest body of a viper wolf, putting a hand on it's chest while saying a prayer to eywa before pulling the arrow out of it's body.

out of the corner of my eyes and ears i hear the man strike a sarcastic, "great," to neytiri before looking at me. i hear the whining of a viper wolf before hearing neytiri respectively put the animal's soul to rest.

the dreamwalker runs to pull his fire stick from the stream quickly, though i hear him find the other side of the stream. i quickly pull neytiri until we are on the other side with him. neytiri sees another viper wolf body and kneels down to pray over it, i join her, resting a hand over it's back end.

"look, i know you probably don't understand this, but thank you," he kneels down to our height, as i hiss at him in anger, he looks at me for a moment before shifting closer so that he's more in front of neytiri than me.

"thank you," he says again, as neytiri pulls the arrow from it's body, still praying. "that was pretty impressive," he laughs nervously as neytiri finally meets his eyes, heavy with rage and sadness.

"i would've been screwed if you hadn't come along. it was..." he trails off as i stand up, pulling neytiri with before turning in the opposite direction.

"hey, wait a second. hey, where you going?" he runs after us while we confidently walk through glowing plants and leaves while he is unsteady, careless on his feet.

"wait up!"

"just- hey, slow down,"

"i just wanted to say thanks for killing those things," he's caught up to us now, making the mistake of grasping neytiri's arm to which i hiss in loud, wild protest from, she whips her bow back and hits him square in the chest.

"ah! damn!" he startles.

"don't thank.. you don't thank for this," neytiri expresses, her expression convey’s very mild irritation and a gratitude of sadness, though only i could see that part.

"this is sad. very sad, only,"

"okay, i'm sorry. whatever I did -- i am sorry," he holds his hands up in a universal appeal that states 'i mean no harm'

i decide to step in, voicing my anger and sadness at this situation, "all this is your fault! they did not need to die," the na'vi looks at me for a moment before replying to the statement as if he was in the right.

"my fault? they attacked me. how am i the bad guy?" i make a strong stride to him, silencing him with the tip of my spear at his throat.

"your fault!" i declare.

"easy, easy," he says in a calm voice holding a hand up to my spear, trying to gently steer my spear away from the tip of his throat.

neytiri hisses hardly, she hates when people try to belittle me, i am as much of her clan as she is.

"you're like a baby. making noise, don't know what to do," neytiri backs me up, swiveling her head around to each side of his head, snatching my spear from my hands and making a swift movement to continue holding the spear to his throat.

the man holds his hand up higher saying, "easy," before backing up on his other hand and standing up.

"fine. fine," he says, holding out a hand to keep distance from him and us. he stands up, his back at a hunching-over angle, neytiri and i looking at him disgustingly.

"if you love your little forest friends," he pants for a moment before continuing, "why not let them just kill my ass?"

"what's the thinking?" he asks, a strange way of wording but i strangely understand.

"why save you?" i ask, clarifying.

"yeah. yeah, why save me?" he confirms, asking again.

i let neytiri answer as i'm not the best at sharing my emotions. i'm a rather physical person anyway, i turn around heading for the branch behind us.

neytiri blinks, eyes soft, moving forward slightly before moving closer to him, "you have a strong heart."

"no fear."

the man's looks at neytiri before she moves closer to him and hardens her voice, "but stupid! ignorant like a child," her tail twitching agitatedly behind her. i snicker lightly at her words, my fangs poking out and sticking me in the lip.

she turns around and heads towards where i am sitting on the branch, my legs hanging off the edge. she grabs my arm and pulls me up as the man stumbles for a moment before picking up his stick and running after us.

"well, if i'm like a child, then..."

"look, maybe you should teach me," he runs until he catches up to us clumsily trying to steer his way through the heaps of trees and leaves.

"sky people cannot learn. you do not see," neytiri speaks, starting running across a branch, the pads of her feet lighting up the moss on the branch.

"well then teach me how to see," the dreamwalker runs after us, walking gracelessly across the branch.

"look, come on, can't we talk?" he asks. god, he asked so many questions, did he ever shut up?

"say, where'd you guys learn to speak english? doctor augustine's school?" i turn around just in time to catch the man's arm before he falls off the branch.

"you're like a baby," i seeth pushing his arm away from me before releasing a curse in navi. i quickly switch my spear from one hand to the other.

i see his eyes speculating me out of the corner of mine and apparently so does neytiri, she hisses pulling my arm until i am in front of her. he startles, before speaking again, "i need your help."

"you should not be here," opening her fist in a flat motion, making her angry face. god, that face is so funny to me. she's so cute.

neytiri's tail twitches agitatedly behind her as the man argues, "okay, take me with you."

"no! go back," neytiri argues back, i can tell she was starting to get annoyed. she walks forward slowly pushing me from my paused spot in front of her until the man walks right back behind her.

her hand pushes his chest, "no. go back," she demands. her eyes trail up to where the woodsprite are floating down in front of the man.

the bright woodsprites float down until they practically crowd around us. we're all looking at the glowing jellyfish looking tentacles before the man swats one that's floating near him. i hiss like i've been wounded as neytiri quickly grabs his hand looking intently at the woodsprites but he takes his other hand and tries to swat another one away with his other hand but neytiri swiftly grabs forearm hand and shouts, "no!"

shouting another insult in na'vi, we all look at the man as the woodsprites start to dance over to him until they surround his upper half. neytiri looks over him and smiles slightly before letting go of his wrist as he makes a quick jerk of movement, neytiri backs up until she's fitted back against my front, she grabs my hand and gives it a nice light squeeze as we watch the scene unfolding in front of us.

the woodsprites continue to cover the top half of his body as he confusedly says, "what..."

"what are they?" he asks, neytiri seems to be in a little bit of shock as she doesn't answer so i do so for her.

"seeds from the sacred tree," i say, "very pure spirits."

the man stands in a statue-like manner as the remaining woodsprites collect on his head, arms, and chest. neytiri huffs astonished before slightly leaning down, pulling me down with her. the woodsprites start to disentangle from his body and start to float away in the opposite direction.

"what was that all about?" the man asks us as we continue looking around until placing our eyes upon him and declare together, "come," neytiri steps forward and harshly tells him to, "come!"

turning around we run off, the man following closely behind us. "where are we going?" he asks us.

we turn around after jumping off a rock and over to the other side to see him a little ways away from us, of course, he seemed to be enthralled in the most annoying way possible, wasting our time.

"come," i say impatiently, him running to catch up with us. we run through the purple moss, lighting up with our every step.

we duck under a tree and jump from one branch to the other, "what're your names?" he asks before he lets out a loud and panicked, "shit!"

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~| Ymir x Female Reader |~

A/N: requested on Wattpad

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”Aren’t you guys excited for tomorrows concert?!” Y/N practically screamed into her phone.

”I heard that they’re good but their music isn’t really my type. I’m still happy to go!” Armin said calmly as he stared into the screen.

”I like the rock music they do. It’s..a vibe.” Mikasa mumbled, her chains rattling as she moved a bit.

”Babe, why are you so interested in these losers?” Eren asked as he grabbed a flyer off of his bed. “The Hidden Outsiders? What type of name is that? And aren’t they all gay for each other-“

”HEY! REINER AND BERTOLT MAY LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE CHEMISTRY BUT THEY DONT!” Y/N yelled.

”Geez babe! Calm down.” Eren muttered as he looked at her through the screen.

”The lead singer is so cool! Her names Ymir and shes got a ton of piercings and I think she has a few small tattoos.” Y/N squealed.

”Still, you wasted so much money on these tickets when you have ME! The fantastic Eren Yeager.” Eren said as he smirked.

”Eren no one wants to hear your seagull screams again..” Armin mumbled.

”I have sensitive ears, please don’t sing.” Mikasa begged. “You sing those weird Tik Tok songs too.”

”Eren-“

”STICKING OUT YOUR GYATT FOR THE RIZZLER!” Eren screeched as Mikasa and Armin immediately hung up. “YOUR SO SKIBIDI, what’s next..? Uh YOUR A SIGMA?”

“EREN SHUT UP!” Y/N yelled. “Besides your terrible singing, I was glad to see you baby.” Y/N said.

”Aw thanks my love.” Eren cooed. “If only I wasn’t grounded today. I would have you over and hug and cuddle you so much until you bled out marshmallows.”

”Okay big guy, your pushing it now.” Y/N replied. “Besides, if it wasn’t for me, your mom wouldn’t let you go tomorrow.”

”I’ll see you at that lame concert then.” Eren sighed before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Y/N got up and walked to her wardrobe, choosing her favourite outfit and laying it out nicely to get it pressed. Quickly taking out her shoes, Y/N fixed up her outfit and quickly went to sleep.

Then next day, Y/N woke up got ready for the day and ran some of her moms errands for her to keep herself occupied. As soon as the night arrived, Y/N rushed into her room, got changed and ran to Mikasa’s house.

Upon arrival, Y/N saw her walking out of her house with a shorter grumpy man. Walking up to the breathless girl, Mikasa handed her a ticket to the concert.

”Hurry up brat.. it’s already late at night.” The man grumbled as he started up his car. “Be grateful I’m even doing this for you.”

”Sorry about my uncle. Sometimes he gets really grumpy at me since he’s old and stuff.” Mikasa muttered. “His names Levi.”

”I’m not old!” Levi yelled from inside the car. “Get in.”

Sitting in the backseat with Mikasa, Y/N texted Eren that they’d be arriving in less than 15 minutes as Levi began to drive. Arriving at the crowded area, Y/N thanked Levi for the ride and quickly ran towards Eren as she hugged him tightly, soon greeting Armin.

”I’m so excited! Let’s get into the lines.” Y/N squealed as she grabbed Erens hand and rushed into the queue. After who knows how long, the group quickly rushed towards the front area where they could see the stage clearly.

”I’m so glad we got in with VIP tickets.” Armin said.

”Yeah! Imagine if we didn’t.. you guys saw those lines didn’t you?” Y/N asked.

”These guys aren’t really my type of musicians but it’ll be good.” Mikasa muttered as she fixed her chain necklace.

”Still don’t know why we are here for our anniversary baby.” Eren said as his arm draped over Y/N’s shoulder. “I could do my own concert-“

”No!” The trio yelled in unison.

”Fine fine! Geez you people have got to calm down.” Eren mumbled under his breath. “Hey loads of fans are coming now, that must mean it’s about to begin right?”

”Yeah. I can’t wait to hear them!” Y/N squealed.

”Let’s take a picture quickly, I’ll send it to you guys.” Armin said as he pulled out his phone and taking a group photo. Soon after, smoke flooded the area as fans cheered loudly as the opening music began playing.

“Hello [Country Name] !” An energetic voice yelled as the group began walking onto the stage.

”ITS YMIR! OH MY GOD!” Y/N squealed as she gripped Erens hand.

”Thank you all for coming to our show tonight!” Reiner said as girls began screaming at his charming smile.

“Put down your phones and watch with your eyes cause this will be one heck of a concert!” Krista exclaimed into the microphone.

”We hope you enjoy tonight!” Bertolt mumbled before speaking up. Everyone began cheering before they started playing the opening of one of their songs.

As the songs were being played and sung, the constant stare on Y/N bothered her. She could feel as though someone was watching her every move even though everyone was watching the celebrities ahead.

Looking towards the stage, she saw Ymir staring right at her whilst she sung the song and played her guitar. Looking away, Y/N continued to enjoy the music along with her friends until the end of the concert.

”Thank you all so much for coming to tonight! We hope you all enjoyed-“ Reiner began to announce.

”Before we take our leave, you in the front. The pretty one.” Ymir said as she grabbed her microphone and walked towards them, squatting to get a better view. The crowd began to scream at her movements, causing Ymir to smirk.

”Me?” Y/N asked to her.

”Yeah you, can I get your number? You’re really my type y’know.” Ymir said before the crowd screamed even louder.

”Uh well, I already have a boyfriend.. “ Y/N mumbled as she held Erens hand.

”Sorry about that, but this pretty lady is already taken.” Eren said as he kissed Y/N’s cheek. The crowd began to coo at the couple as did the other members of the band. Ymir only scoffed quietly before standing up again.

”Ah, at least I asked!” She laughed out, trying to shake off the anger.

”Thank you all for coming! We hope to see you all soon!” Bertolt spoke into his microphone before all of them left the stage.

Leaving the stadium, Y/N swung her hand with Eren and kissed him goodbye before hopping into Levi’s car with Mikasa.

”What took you all so long?” Levi asked.

”It’s a concert.” Mikasa bluntly answered. “What did you expect us to do?”

”Whatever.. some drunk people started knocking on my damn window. Asking for my damn number.” Levi muttered before driving off.

The drive was as slow as Y/N stared out of the window and looked up at the stars were scattered across the dark sky. Making it home, Y/N thanked them for the ride before getting out and walking into her house.

”Hi honey.” M/N called out from the kitchen. “How was the concert?”

”It was awesome mom! The lead singer even talked to me!” Y/N said as she walked over to her mom.

”Lucky you! Your father isn’t home yet so you should get to bed before he scolds you.” M/N said.

”Alright then. Good night mom!” Y/N replied as she hugged her mom, quickly heading to her room afterwards.

Falling into her bed, Y/N sighed as she grabbed her phone and looked texted Eren ‘Good Night my Monkey.’ Soon after she received a message saying ‘Good night my NoogieBoogie 🥰’. Laughing at Erens humour, Y/N turned off her phone and went to sleep, not bothering to change her clothes.

The next morning, Y/N got up tired and got changed into her uniform quickly before heading out of the house and straight to school. Walking along the sidewalk, Y/N felt a lingering stare as she continued heading to her school.

Turning around to see, the cars had all been parked as usual and no one else seemed to be around except for the other students walking to school.

Days went by and the same feeling of being stalled stayed with Y/N. Despite telling her parents, her father told her that no one would be doing such a thing to a school girl.

However, Eren was much more help as he started walking to school with her and making sure to drop her off. His bad behaviour continued which led to him having his mother to punish him by grounding him once again.

”Y/N my pookie wookie bear. How about you come over whilst my mom and dad go out?” Eren asked on the call.

”I don’t know.. your mom said you are grounded and it would be bad if we went against her words.” Y/N said.

”She said I’m not allowed to go to anyone’s house. But she didn’t say anything about anyone coming over!” Eren exclaimed.

”Alright, when are they leaving?” Y/N asked as she slipped her shoes on.

”In ten minutes, you should start walking now.” Eren replied.

”Alright then, I’ll see you in a bit. And don’t call me that!” Y/N scolded before hanging up and leaving the house.

Walking to his house, Y/N felt none of the lingering stares and felt more relaxed as she calmly walked along the sidewalk. Crossing the road, Y/N turned a corner and walked down the lane before reaching Erens house.

Walking up to the door, she had seen it nearly torn off. Unsure of what to do next, Y/N hesitantly stepped in before raising her voice out.

”E-Eren.?! Are you home?” Y/N asked as she walks into the ransacked living room. “If this is a p-prank then you need to stop!”

Loud noises could be heard upstairs which led to Y/N slowly walking up the creaky stairs, soon standing in front of Erens room. The noises were louder than before and voices could be heard mocking someone as if they were intentionally trying to hurt them.

Suddenly a large figure was standing in a different doorway causing Y/N to step back and look at it.

”R-Reiner?! What’re you doing in this house.?” Y/N asked as he looked at her. The sounds from within the room stopped as the door swung open, revealing Bertolt.

”What’re you all doing here?!” Y/N yelled as she tried to run down the stairs only to be grabbed by Reiner from the arm. “Let me go!”

”Bring her in and leave. All of you.” A similar voice called out from inside Erens room.

”Let go of me! You’re all mad! Crazy!” Y/N screamed out as Reiner dragged her into the room. Looking up she saw Eren ,tied to a chair which had tipped over, beaten to the point were he was close to death. Beside him was Krista and Ymir, who held a bloody baseball bat in her hand.

”Hello Y/N.” Ymir said as she got up and dropped her bat. “Sit down please.” Watching the other three members leave the room, Y/N rushed towards Eren and held his hand tightly.

”You’re all monsters! How could you do this-“ Y/N yelled out only to be pulled back by the collar.

”What did I say doll? I said to sit.” Ymir muttered as she threw her away from Eren. “You don’t want me to hit your boyfriend for every time you misbehave do you?”

”I-I no! Please just leave him alone! I’ll do anything just stop hurting him!” Y/N cried out as she saw Ymir smash Eren with her baseball bat.

”Anything? You can be so beautiful yet so stupid Y/N.” Ymir mocked as she grabbed her face. “You’d do anything for a silly boy who uses you?”

”Eren doesn’t do that! He loves me and I love him, I don’t get why you’re so mad about it!” Y/N exclaimed angrily.

“Why I’m so mad? You kept staring at me in your slutty outfit and that night and have the audacity to tell me you have a boyfriend in front of the whole damn crowd!” Ymir yelled as she grabbed onto Y/N’s hair.

Erens muffled cries grew louder as he watched helplessly from behind them. Y/N breathed heavily as Ymir came closer and closer to her face, before smirking.

”You need to be punished.” Ymir mumbled before lifting Y/N over her shoulders and tossing her onto the bed.

”No! Stop it! Help me! Someone help me-“ Y/N cried out before Ymirs lips crashed down into hers, quickly pulling away and slapping a hand over her mouth.

”Shut up. You’re louder than that idiot.” Ymir grumbled as she grabbed both of Y/N’s hands and held them above her head.

Yanking Y/N’s skirt off with her teeth, her panties came off with it revealing her cunt. Ymir stared at the dry cunt that laid before her, quickly placing the tip of her nose near it before latching onto it with her tongue.

Y/N’s muffled moans vibrated against Ymir’s hand causing her to stick her fingers into Y/N’s mouth.

”Suck on them. You love moaning don’t you? Moan around my fingers you pretty girl.” Ymir ordered.

Eren lay helplessly as he sobbed his heart out, unable to get free or even see his beloved girlfriend in their last moment.

As she finally cummed into Ymir’s mouth, Y/N breathed heavily as Ymir moved her fingers out of Y/N’s mouth. Rolling up her sleeve, Ymir stuck her fingers straight into Y/N’s cunt and swirled it around as Y/N’s moans erupted into the room.

”Such a pretty slut.” Ymir mumbled into Y/N’s ear before kissing her on the lips again.

A/N: that was my first time writing a sec scene… tell me your honest opinions on it :P

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