Request- Angst where Nick had an affair with a Shadysider, but he broke it off when reader expressed that they wanted to officially be with him, but he was against it because his family wouldn’t approve. Reader moves on, gets married and has kids and maybe Nick misses her but he’s too late and can’t do anything about it. Maybe readers kids get pulled into the whole saving Sam situation and the two reunite at the mall.
You were the last person Nick Goode ever expected to see standing in front of him as he entered the Shadyside Mall.
He knew your daughter had been involved in the events of the past few days. He’d interviewed her after the grocery store incident and had hoped that maybe you’d be the one to pick her up from the station. But instead it was your husband who came while Nick knew you were home with your young son.
Now you were standing in front of him for the first time in years and he couldn’t help but remember that young nineteen year old girl he’d once fallen in love with.
“I wish it could be like this all the time,” You sighed, looking up at the stars as Nick sat next to you.
“Me too,” He agreed.
You turned to look at him, “So why can’t it be? Why can’t we be together? I mean really together.”
“You know why.”
“Because of your parents? Who cares what they say. I want to be able to go for walks in the daylight or have picnics in the park. I want to be able to hold your hand in public where anyone can see. I want to go to the diner and share a milkshake with two straws like they do in the movies. I want to be with you Nick. For real.” You pleaded.
He yanked his hand away from yours and stood up, “It can’t be that way. It never can. Look you don’t understand. I have a reputation to withhold and- and being with a Shadysider just doesn’t fit in the picture.”
You stood up as well, “And what does that mean? You can’t be with me because of where I come from? If you knew that the whole time then what was the point of this?! What was the point of stringing me along all this time?!” You were yelling now but you didn’t care. How dare he make you fall in love with him when he knew the whole time how it would end.
“I don’t know!” He yelled back frustratedly, “But it was a mistake. I never should’ve let it get this far.”
“So that’s it? It’s over?” You asked softly, “We just go back to acting like we don’t know each other?”
His heart broke seeing you standing there with tears in your eyes but he couldn’t go back now. His parents would never approve of him being with you. Shadysiders were nothing but scum in their eyes.
Not only that but you were so innocent and pure. There was no way he would be able keep up with his family “tradition” and still wake up to your beautiful face in the morning, beaming at him as if he was the most amazing person you’ve ever known. And he sure as hell knew that he would never be able to have a son with you, knowing he’d have to pass on that burden some day.
Nick Goode loved you too much. He loved you too much to let you in. And so he had to let you go.
“Yes. I never should’ve gotten involved with you in the first place.” He turned and left, not allowing himself to look back for fear that if he saw the tears running down your face he’d break.
You never saw him after that night. A few months later you’d met a nice man at your waitressing job and a few years later the two of you were married. Soon after you welcomed your daughter and later on a son. You were content with your loving husband and children. Nick Goode was nothing more then a thing of the past in your eyes.
For Nick, however, you were always on his mind. You’d never seen all the times he would drive past your house. The times where you’d be in your backyard laughing and messing around affectionately with your husband as your children played. The times you taught your daughter to walk right on the sidewalk outside. The times you would be sitting on your front porch reading a children’s book to your son as your daughter rode her bike up and down the sidewalk and your husband worked on your car in the driveway.
Seeing you like that was both reassuring and painful for Nick. He loved seeing you happy but he hated that it wasn’t with him. He hated that it wasn’t him you goofed around with in your backyard. He hated that the kids you loved so much weren’t his.
Nick never really moved on from you. He’d tried to so many times but he couldn’t escape you.
Now, as you stood in front of him in that mall, he would give anything to see you smile at him again. To see that loving look at he’d seen you give your husband so many times, the same look you used to give him.
But you didn’t. You looked up at him with pure hatred. It was a look he’d never seen on you, a look he’d never hoped to see on you. Especially when it was directed at him. He felt like he could drop dead just from that look.
But he should’ve known. He’d messed with your daughter and that was unforgivable.
And now it was too late. You were there and you knew. You knew what he’d done. He couldn’t let you leave that mall alive.
At least he wouldn’t have to fake the emotion when reporting your death to the reporters.
the better sister-in-law [one] // alycia debnam-carey
summary: you and alycia are going to become sister-in-laws and begin to get a little competitive over who the better one is, but of course, you may or may not start to think of her as much more
warning/s: none.
author's note: i feel so bad because i totally went MIA for the past few months and i feel like i let down so many people with requests and stuff, but honestly my life has been a shambles and is only just starting to make sense again (perks of finishing uni and having no idea what to do next guys!), but yeah.
This idea of alycia and reader competing to be the better sister-in-law was requested a long time ago, on here i think, so here it finally is! i don't even know what i'm working on next (kinda dabbling between stuff) but yeah, i hope you all like p.1 of 3 :)
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"Look, all I'm saying is that this is the first time we're meeting and she's already late... sounds like I've got this sister-in-law thing in the bag."
My sister, Y/S/N, and her fiancé, Angus, both looked to me with disapproving (but definitely amused) stares, after I spoke with a grin on my lips.
"How many times do we have to tell you that this isn't a competition?" Y/S/N reminded with a quirked brow.
I shrugged indifferently. "I know it isn't. Because I've already won."
Y/S/N sighed with defeat as Angus held in a laugh. They were newly engaged and tonight, I was to meet Angus' older sister, Alycia, for the first time. She was Australian, like him, and lived here in L.A., working as an actress.
Though my sister and him had been together for two years now, I'd never actually met his sister because she was always busy working and away filming for different stuff. Plus, I'd never figured I'd need to meet her. But then they got engaged and since we were to become a family, it only made sense.
"Just remember to be nice, yeah?" Y/S/N asked with a pleading expression, as Angus answered his ringing phone. "She's actually really sweet. And she's looking forward to meeting you."
"Because I'm awesome, duh," I said obviously, before chuckling when her expression became desperate. "Relax, Y/S/N. You know I'm always nice."
She mumbled something under her breath in response, which I was about to question, but then Angus looked between us with a half concerned stare.
"Alycia's here, but the guy at the door won't let her in without proof of booking," he explained, before settling his gaze on me. "D'you think you can get her?"
I sighed dramatically but pushed my chair out and stood up. "If I must..."
He smiled gratefully and I waved my hand dismissively before making my way to the front of the restaurant, indeed finding the girl in question talking to the guy stood by the door. I only recognised her because of pictures that Angus had shown me when describing her to me. It was silly to admit, but the pictures didn't do her justice.
Alycia Debnam-Carey was seriously stunning.
She was wearing a black over-the-shoulder dress that complimented her curves well, certainly making a great first impression. But her eyes were what stood out the most – a bright green contrast compared to her dark hair and outfit. I almost forgot what I'd even come here for until I heard that she was still trying to convince the guy that she'd been invited.
"Hey, sir," I cut in, stopping beside the guy and glancing at Alycia, "she's with me. Party of four, just back there." I motioned behind me to where Y/S/N and Angus were waiting.
He nodded apologetically. "Of course." Looking to Alycia, he added, "Sorry, we've just had a lot of people trying to get in lately."
"It's all good," she said politely, before looking to me when he let her through.
I motioned for her to follow me back to the table as she spoke first.
"You must be Y/N," she said with realisation. "Thanks for saving me back there."
I smiled with amusement. "No worries, and yeah, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Alycia."
She flashed me a beautiful smile, eyes glowing under the fluorescent lighting and slightly intimidating me at their intensity.
"You know," I said, hoping to distract from what I was thinking, "you're late to the first official family meeting which basically means I've got one point towards being the favourite sister-in-law and you've got none."
She snickered and raised her brows with disbelief. "Wow. So, you're playing like that?" I didn't reply and she rolled her eyes playfully. "Game on, Y/N. Though I must say – I never lose a competition."
"We'll see about that," I played along, and before she could reply, a mischievous glint in her eye, we reached the table. I motioned to the chair, saying, "After you."
She eyed me with scepticism but took a seat and smiled to my sister and her brother.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," she apologised instantly. "But it's so good to see you both! I can't believe you're officially engaged!"
I took my seat beside Alycia as the couple shared the engagement story all over again for her sake. When they were done, Alycia was nodding to show she was listening before looking to me.
"Isn't it the cutest story?" she asked sweetly.
"It is," I agreed with a smug smile, "though I already heard it. You know, best sister-in-law things an' all."
"Y/N!" Y/S/N scolded, whilst Angus laughed at her reaction.
"What? I'm just reminding Alycia here who's boss!" I exclaimed innocently, noticing the playful glare Alycia was sending my way. "She's got to know that, now more than ever, there's only room for one top sister-in-law. And it's me."
"You really shouldn't act so cocky when the competition has barely begun," she responded with a mere shrug as I ripped open my straw from the paper to put in my drink. "We all know that I'm gonna win."
"Hardly."
"You know nothing about me."
"But I know I'm much cooler."
"So cool that you've put the paper in your drink instead of the straw."
"Exactl– wait, what?"
I looked down to my drink with furrowed brows before widening my eyes at the sight of the paper soaking into my drink. Quickly pulling it out, I put the straw in instead, though was not spared the teasing laughter from the brunette beside me.
"That doesn't count," I warned her, giving her a knowing look.
She let out a wholehearted laugh, warning my insides and automatically bringing a smile to my lips. "Whatever you say."
"We're never going to hear the end of this, are we?" Angus asked us both.
"Nope," we both answered at the same time.
And that's where the fun began.
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Having a sister who was getting married meant that I was in charge of the bachelorette party. Or rather, Alycia and I were in charge of it.
It was strange working with somebody I didn't know very well to plan an important part of someone else's life, but we somehow managed. The whole better sister-in-law competition broke the ice easily, with the two of us playfully competing to see who could outperform the other. That worked in our favour though, as we arranged a pretty fun party if you ask me.
Paintballing.
"Out of all the things you could've done, you picked this?" Y/S/N asked Alycia and I with raised brows when we brought her to the venue.
"Y/N said you love stuff like this," Alycia answered, glancing at me before looking to my sister. "You do, right?"
She sighed, glancing around, before giving in. "I mean, yeah, but I definitely didn't expect this."
Alycia opened her mouth to say something, probably in sympathy or consolation, but I didn't give her chance to as I wrapped an arm around Y/S/N's arm and pulled her close.
"Well, you got this," I told her with a satisfied smile. "And you're gonna love it. Trust me. I know you."
She cracked a smile. "You do..."
"C'mon, all of your friends are waiting inside," Alycia encouraged. "We've already got our teams picked."
"Oh? And what are they?" Y/S/N asked as Alycia and I led her to the door.
I looked over her and to Alycia with a playful grin. "My team versus Alycia's. But I think we both know who's gonna win."
Alycia met my stare halfway. "Definitely. The best sister-in-law."
"So, me," I quipped.
"In your dreams, love."
"If you say so."
Her smirk was teasingly familiar at this point, practically permanent whenever she was around me, but I didn't mind. I was learning to appreciate seeing it.
After getting suited up and going over the rules, the instructor led us all to the room we'd be playing in. It was a vast space with fake walls set up, windows carved into them, and a lot of space to manoeuvre and hide. The whole group was buzzing with excitement when we split into our two teams.
"Okay, you ladies know the rule," the instructor said, looking between Alycia and I. "Whoever gets shot is out."
Green eyes were trained on me and I gripped my gun tightly, a mixture of excitement and giddiness coursing through me. This was going to be awesome.
"If anybody gets hurt or needs help, just call for me or one of my colleagues," the instructor continued to explain to everyone. "We'll be dotted around the room if you need us. Now. Anything to ask?"
I raised my hand and he looked my way questioningly.
"Have fun being on the losing team, everyone," I stated to the opposing group, including my sister who had become a traitor and went on Alycia's team.
Alycia chuckled and shook her head. "That's not a question, stupid."
I shrugged. "I know. Just thought I'd let you know."
Her bright smile remained and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't worth it. No fair that even in these ugly, unflattering outfits she still managed to look gorgeous.
"Okay, get into your positions and when the bell rings, the game begins," the instructor ordered when he realised nobody had anything else to say.
We all nodded and ran to our sides of the room to get into position. I may have been wanting to take this a little more seriously than I needed to, but I didn't care. I was competitive, and beating Alycia was all that was on my mind.
Well, that and her stupid pretty smile.
The bell rang when I took my position crouching under a window. I instantly leaned forward to get a look and shoot my gun at someone who ran past. Sadly, I missed and soon realised my position was terrible. As I ran to a new one, I heard the sounds of guns going off, paint splattering, and laughter from some of the players. Distracted at that, I almost missed the gun before me, shooting my way.
"I'm gonna kick your arse!" a voice shouted, and only one person I knew had an accent like that.
Alycia was leaning against a wall as she saw me run to take cover, barely missing her further attempts to shoot me.
"You're giving away your position by shouting!" I called back, catching my breath and praising myself for my genius hidden position.
"So are you!" she shouted in response, followed by an adorable laugh that warmed me inside and out.
I cursed inwardly at my stupidity, fighting the smile from my lips, before running away and mentally zipping my mouth shut so I wouldn't give away my position again.
The match went on for maybe five more minutes with almost everyone getting shot and out, before eventually it was only down to Alycia and I. The only reason I was aware of that was because those who got out were stood to the side, watching on and shouting at their respective team leaders in support.
Competitive streak at an all-time high now, I crept around the whole room and strained my ears to listen in to where Alycia could be. Finally, when I rounded a corner, I raised my gun and found myself face to face with the brunette, her gun pointed at me, too.
"Well, fancy finding you here," I said with a grin. "Looks like we both have the same idea, huh?"
Even through her helmet, I made out the twinkle in her eye as she said, "You're not bad, Y/L/N. But you're certainly not the best. May as well give in now."
"Never. Though I won't make fun of you if you choose to."
She smirked beneath her mask. "You know I've done gun practice before on set, right? My aim is immaculate."
I quirked a brow. "You think because you're some Hollywood actress you have an advantage? I grew up with Nerf guns. I've got this in the bag."
We circled one another, neither of us making a move to pull the trigger. It was anyone's win, but who would do it?
"This isn't fair, clearly," she pointed out, stopping pacing but keeping her gun trained on me. "How about we call it a day and share the win?"
I considered this, but the thought of sharing a win was too unsatisfactory for me. Of course, I couldn't let her know that, so I pretended to agree and lowered my gun first.
"Fine," I gave in. "A draw?"
She lowered her gun and straightened up. "A draw."
"Let's go," I said, nodding to the others behind her.
She turned to walk away and I used this as my opportunity to shoot her in the back. My aim wasn't very good though, as I actually ended up shooting her in the butt. Her gasp when it happened was too funny for me not to erupt into laughter, though it was disguised by the cheers from my team.
"I believe the better sister-in-law just won," I said to her when she spun around to look at me with disbelief.
"You cheated."
"Bent the rules."
"Cheated."
"Bent the rules."
She narrowed her eyes at me before raising her gun to pull the trigger. But when she did, nothing came out and I laughed all over again, pulling my helmet and mask off.
"I would have won anyway it seems," I pointed out, and she pulled her headgear off too before giving me a disapproving look.
After a few more rounds with everyone following that, we all got changed back into our own clothes and headed out for food. Y/S/N gushed about how fun this day was and Alycia and I were just glad she enjoyed it. Then, when Y/S/N caught up with her friends, I nudged Alycia in the shoulder playfully.
"So, how's your butt?"
She shoved me back, harder, and I couldn't stop laughing. I knew she wasn't really upset though, since a smile ghosted her lips and she wasn't ignoring me or anything.
"It hurts," she answered truthfully. "There's definitely gonna be a bruise there by tomorrow."
"Sorry not sorry."
"Jerk."
"But you love it."
"Debatable."
"How about I buy you lunch today as an apology?" I offered, glancing at her with a sincere smile. "It's the least I can do as the superior sister-in-law."
"Aaaaaand you ruined it," she said, before sighing and giving me a sideways glance. "But yes. It's the least you can do."
I laughed. "You're a sore loser."
"I think you're a sore winner actually," she countered, green eyes bright under the sun.
"I'm so generous, what are you talking about? I'm literally buying you lunch."
She couldn't resist smiling. "Humble, too."
"But you love it."
"Mhm."
—————
The wedding itself was approaching pretty quickly and it was as if I blinked and there was one week to go. A lot of planning and stressing and crying later, all we had to do was wait for the weekend to come and the event would take place.
Of course, weddings meant seeing family that you hadn't seen since the last family event took place years ago. Exciting stuff, hint the sarcasm.
Since Angus and Alycia's family were all living in Australia, they flew in the week of the wedding and my parents deemed it important to throw a party where our extended family and theirs could get to know each other. As lovely as that sounded, I was never one for family events – seriously, who was? – and I definitely wasn't in the mood to get asked by several aunties why I wasn't also getting married. But, I had to attend as it was mandatory from the prison warden that was my mum.
Just like I'd predicted, all of my relatives deemed it appropriate to ask me about my nonexistent date to the wedding, if I was planning on getting married anytime soon and, my absolute favourite, what I thought of Angus and his sister as new additions to the family. It got to a point where I was tired of answering the same questions over and over, so I made up answers and told every relative different things.
"It must be nice to gain a brother!" one person said, grinning. "What do you think of Angus?"
With a straight face, I answered, "Oh, he's dreadful. All he does is talk about dinosaurs all the time. I'm like, seriously? You're a grown man. Act like it."
Their face dropped, I internally laughed, and they'd nod awkwardly and move on.
"Angus is very charming for Y/S/N," another would say, glancing out at him and Y/S/N as they mingled with other guests. "Is there any Missus in your life lately, Y/N?"
"Well, I have this girlfriend, but she doesn't like to come out during the day," I said casually. "So, I think I'll just leave her home with the TV and she should be okay. No eating any garlic though, am I right?"
So stupid, but so worth seeing their judgemental face. Well, that's what they deserved for getting nosey. Especially when they all asked the same damn questions – couldn't they at least coordinate and share my one answer between them?
"I heard Alycia is some famous actress," some cousin of mine who I barely knew said, nudging me. "Is she as stuck up as people say?"
"Well, she always makes someone smell her food before she takes a bite because apparently she was poisoned once," I said with a shrug. "Actually, no, it was an attempted poisoning. My bad."
In addition to winding up my whole extended family, I was also introduced to some of Angus and Alycia's, who actually didn't seem that bad. I mean, they were just like any other family. They had an uncle who got too drunk to handle, gossiping aunties who started drama for no reason, and judgemental elderly that watched on with curious eyes. Like I said, a nice family that was similar to ours except for the glaring fact that they were from Australia and not L.A.
Just when I thought I'd had enough socialising for the day, someone tapped me on the shoulder and startled me in the process. When I spun around, I sighed with relief upon seeing Alycia laughing at my reaction, though holding a baby on her hip.
"Someone's jumpy," she commented with an amused raised brow.
I shook my head with exasperation. "Yeah, well I thought you were another nosey relative. You're lucky you're with a kid or I would've killed you. Didn't you know were a mum."
She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile at my joke. "It's my cousin's kid. Layla." She looked to Layla and had a stupid smile on her lips as she nuzzled her. "Say hi to this idiot, Layla. Go on!"
Layla reached her hand out towards me, grabbing the air with a smile. Drool was all over her mouth and it was frustratingly cute, making me smile and lean forward to hold her hand. Her tiny fingers grasped around mine and my smile widened with appreciation.
"Oh, she likes you," Alycia noticed, before tilting her head towards me. "Surprise, surprise."
I glanced up at her, green eyes startling me more than I liked to admit. With a cocky smile, I quirked a brow. "What can I say? The kid recognises genius when she sees it."
Alycia rolled her eyes again, mumbling "idiot" under her breath and making me chuckle.
"So, what brings you to my corner of the garden?" I asked jokingly, letting go of Layla's hand and secretly cooing at how she got them tangled in Alycia's hair.
As if remembering why she was here, she tried to intimidate me with her stare, but it was very unbelievable. "Apparently one of your uncles thinks I wrestle sharks for a living. And another thinks my accent is fake and I'm actually British."
I snorted at some of the many stories I'd fabricated. "Wow, they sound even better when it's you saying it."
"What's with that?" she asked with disbelief, but she was trying not to laugh.
I shrugged dismissively. "I don't know... I got exhausted with all the questioning."
"Seeing your family after a long time not as fun as you thought?" she asked, a bit more seriously this time.
"Not really," I admitted. "They just keep asking the same dumb questions." Using my hand and listing on my fingers as I spoke, I imitated my family and said, "Oh, you're still a communications assistant and not a manager? Still no girlfriend to bring as your date to the wedding? When are you going to get married?"
Alycia pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh, but I didn't blame her. From an external perspective, it was kind of funny.
"Okay, I see why you've been saying what you have now," she admitted with a small smile. "If it's any consolation, it's almost the same with me."
I furrowed my brows. "I doubt that. Your family seem so nice. And you're literally famous. How could you disappoint anyone?"
She chuckled, readjusting Layla on her hip, before shrugging slightly. "I don't know. I mean, I miss them a lot. I rarely get to see them because of work, and even when I go back home, it's not for long. So, I had high hopes for today. But I just forgot how... ugh, they can be, y'know?"
I nodded in agreement, smiling apologetically. "Sucks being a sibling, doesn't it?"
"That it does," she agreed with a half smile. "People are constantly asking when it's my turn to get married because I'm older than Angus. And also because I'm a woman, so they like to insert their opinions where it's not wanted."
I frowned, not expecting her to hear it, too. I guess it would be different since she was older and the only girl in her family. Damn, that sucked.
"I'm happy for Angus and Y/S/N, don't get me wrong," she added quickly. "It's just annoying is all."
"I get it," I assured her, not wanting her to feel bad for complaining. It fell quiet as we pondered our revelations, so I decided to lighten the mood by looking at her with a playful smile. "So, I take it the big Hollywood actress isn't bringing a boyfriend to the wedding then?"
It had never come up and I was never one to assume someone's sexuality, but something about Alycia screamed straight.
At my comment, she laughed through her nose and looked down to her shoes. "No, she doesn't... yet another thing I've been asked about."
Hoping to make her feel better, I said, "Just wait until the wedding. I guarantee someone will ask you out then."
Entertained by my assumption, she looked up and smiled curiously. "And what makes you think that, love?"
I raised my eyebrows like it was obvious. "Seriously?" Her challenging eyes made me continue. "Okay, so I know it's already been established that I'm better than you in many ways, hence being the better sister-in-law." She punched my in the arm at this, making me smile. "But believe it or not, you're actually not that bad."
"Gee, thanks."
I laughed, shaking my head. "No, I'm serious. You meet all the expectations of a perfect date. You're very clever, you're stunning. You have a cool accent. You're literally a famous actress, and I'm certain anybody at that wedding will ask you out."
It didn't take a genius to know all of this about Alycia. Yes, I took the piss out of her, but it was all playful and only because I loved seeing her fight back or get annoyed. But underneath all of that banter was an actual appreciation. Take now, for example. She was wearing a beautiful floral summer dress that hugged her curves perfectly and complimented the curls in her hair. Add an endearing smile and sparkling eyes and she was the perfect catch. You'd be stupid not to think so.
"Wow," she said with feigned amazement. "I think that's the first time you've ever said something nice to me."
"Yeah, don't expect it," I joked, making her smile.
She opened her mouth to respond, but then Layla began tugging at her curls, making her pull a face. Despite moving her hands away, Layla was adamant on annoying the Australian.
"Someone doesn't like you," I sang lightheartedly.
Alycia glared through a smile before looking back to Layla. "I should give her back to her mum. She's getting fussy."
"Let me try something," I offered and held out my hands.
Alycia raised a brow, but obliged and handed Layla over to me. Smiling at the young girl, I held her so she was leaning over my shoulder slightly and began to bounce her gently. The gurgling and fussiness on her end ceased and I felt her relax on my shoulder.
"How on Earth did you do that?" Alycia asked with surprise.
I winked at her. "Genius, remember?"
She put her hands on her hips, attempting to silence me with her stare, but laughter spilled from her lips in a contagious manner, bringing a smile to my face. I realised I quite liked the sound of her laughter.
—————
The wedding ceremony was definitely a beautiful event. Despite the panicking and pre-wedding jitters on Y/S/N's part (I could only imagine Angus being the same), the actual ceremony went by smoothly.
As the maid of honour, it was pretty hectic making sure everything went to plan, but the smile on my sister's face was worth it when she met Angus at the top of the aisle. On Angus' side, Alycia was his best 'man' which I found cute. I'd known the whole time, but I never imagined how she'd look alongside the groomsmen. The answer was jaw-dropping. She was wearing a suit like them, but she looked better than all of them. Maybe I was biased since a woman in a suit was infinitely better than a man in a suit, but still.
After the ceremony came the reception where the real fun began. There was food, drinks and dancing, and even a photo booth for guests to make their own memories. But the best part was the speeches. Hearing what Y/S/N and Angus' friends had fo say about them was very entertaining, and I was more than glad to share my own stories of them.
Alycia's speech was after mine and the first thing she did was give me a challenging smirk as she accepted the mic, then look out to the audience with a friendly smile.
"Okay, so my speech won't be as boring and long as Y/N's, don't worry," she began, making the audience laugh and 'ooh' at her joke.
Green eyes flickered to mine across the guests and I let her have it, appreciating the joke. Hey, credit where it's due, right?
The rest of her speech was actually pretty good. She was funny in a charming way, and she was relatable in a cute way. Her stories about the newly-wedded couple were amusing enough to hold the audience's attention and entertaining enough to be the best speech of the evening. By the time she was done, everybody was clapping her off the stage and the speeches were done. The first place she headed was to me, watching me with a playful smile.
"Do hold the applause," she teased, making me roll my eyes.
"Maybe it wasn't that bad," I admitted with a smile.
She laughed before tilting her head. "Yours wasn't too bad either."
"Really? I thought it was boring and long," I said, repeating her words from earlier.
She smiled sheepishly. "It was a joke obviously."
"Obviously."
Her smile widened and I bit my lip to contain my own.
"So. Looks like we're officially sister-in-laws now," she stated with a hint of amusement in her words. "How does it feel?"
"It doesn't change anything," I said with a shrug. "I'm still the better one."
"Keep saying that and it just might come true."
I refrained from smiling. "So. Anyone ask you out yet?"
At this, her cheeks began to turn pink and she avoided my eyes. It wasn't hard to know that I was right in my assumption. Plenty of single guys tonight had made their move on her and I couldn't exactly blame them. She looked stunning, though I'd never fully admit it.
"I called it," I said with a laugh. "It's probably the suit, y'know. You pull it off. Which must suck because I know you love your dresses."
"I really do," she agreed, looking down at her outfit, and I didn't bring up the fact that she was avoiding the initial question. "But this isn't so bad."
"Wearing pants is never bad," I pointed out.
She smiled and looked me up and down. "Neither is wearing a dress. Which you look really nice in by the way."
Deflecting from my awkwardness whenever paid compliments, I said, "Don't flatter me too much. Don't wanna get a big head."
She rolled her eyes, a ghost of a smile on her lips. Inside, I was smiling though. She thought I looked nice?
"Yeah, turns out you can clean up nice when you want to," she added, making me shake my head with disapproval. Her laughter sounded around us and she nodded to the dancefloor. "Wanna dance?"
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. "Very funny."
Despite her teasing smile, she shook her head. "I'm not joking."
Quirking a brow, I studied her suspiciously. She wasn't giving away the slightest inkling of mischief, so I reluctantly nodded and allowed her to lead me to the dancefloor.
To my surprise, she was absent of any teasing and instead genuinely wanted to have a good time. I shouldn't have expected any less from her when she put her dancing skills on display – was there anything she wasn't good at?
We danced to several songs and I found myself enjoying her company, letting her take the lead and laughing every time we bumped into someone else (which was more times than you'd expect).
After being danced out, we went to grab a drink from the bar and catch our breath. Taking a seat on the stools, she flashed me a contagious smile.
"Who knew you had skills on the dancefloor, Y/L/N?" she teased.
"Says you, Little Miss I'm-good-at-everything-I-do?"
She rolled her eyes, but my playfulness made her blush and I smiled at the sight. Before she could even begin to retort, we were interrupted by none other than hers and Angus' mum. I'd spoke to her a few times before and she was a lovely woman; I could see where Alycia got her looks and charm (though I'd never admit that to her in a million years).
"You ladies look like you've had a delightful evening," she said when she stopped by us, smile on her lips. "And those speeches earlier... very funny. Both of them."
"Thanks, mum," Alycia said, returning the smile to her for the both of us.
"And Y/N, I should have told you earlier, but you made a wonderful maid of honour to Y/S/N," she added, looking to me. "It's been lovely seeing you getting along with Angus and Alycia. It's reassuring to know that they have family here even when their parents aren't."
"Mum, quit being embarrassing," Alycia mumbled, cheeks flushing as she looked the other way.
A smile of amusement tugged at my lips as I glanced at Alycia before looking to her mother. "Of course. They're both great and it's nice to welcome you all into the family. Or us into yours. Whichever way it goes."
She laughed, nodding in agreement. "How sweet. We feel the same. Everybody has said how charming you've been this week and I can't help but agree."
Now it was my turn to flush with embarrassment, thought it was sweet of her to say.
"You know, Alycia, you should be more like Y/N," she said, looking to her daughter. "Maybe she'll rub off on you."
"Very funny," Alycia replied with a knowing look, though a small smile was on her face.
Her mother laughed, squeezing her shoulder before looking to me. "I'll leave you girls to it. But I hope this wedding isn't the last we see of you, Y/N! Maybe you could come down to Australia some time? Alycia can give you the grand tour."
Grinning, I glanced to the green-eyed girl. "I'd love to."
Alycia rolled her eyes playfully as her mother didn't seem to pick up on our expressions.
"Amazing! Well, enjoy the rest of your evening," she said politely, before leaving us to it.
My grin was still present, fully directed on Alycia as she pretended it didn't bother her when it clearly did.
"Shut up," she said, finally, spinning around to get her drink from the bar.
Still not looking away from her, I grabbed mine, too. "What? I didn't even say anything."
Tilting her head towards me, her green eyes studied me knowingly. "I know what you're thinking."
"What? What am I thinking, Alycia?"
She shook her head and looked away. "I'm not saying."
My grin widened, if possible. "Okay, I'll say it." She groaned, resting her head in her hands, but I ignored it. "Your family loves me. And they basically want you to be more like me, which means I'm perfect and I'm basically family now."
She glanced at me, narrowing her eyes jokingly.
"You can't deny I'm the best sister-in-law now," I pointed out, enjoying the way her eyes squinted and she gave me all of her attention.
Nudging me in the arm in response, she didn't dignify my comment with a response, only making me laugh.
A/N: Here’s another one finally! (I finished it last night and thought I would be really busy today, BUT I’m free now so I thought it would be good to post it!) To the nonny who requested, I hope this is what you were looking for! Honestly, I don’t know how I feel about this. I’m not saying it’s bad, but I just, I don’t know. I say that about everything I write don’t I lmao. I don’t know if I built their relationship good enough. Please send feedback, comment, like, etc. I do hope you enjoy though! I love writing! It’s so fun! Thanks for the request!
ALSO, this contains another sensitive topic. Mental abuse is real! I’ve experienced it. If you ever find yourself being manipulated by someone that causes you to doubt yourself or anything of that nature, speak up! Mental health is just as important as physical health! Reach out and get the help you deserve because no one deserves to be manipulated into thinking you are worthless! All love!
John B x Reader, Outer Banks
Warnings: Mental Abuse
*This isn’t my gif. Credit goes to original owner*
The Pogues. A term Y/N found dear to her heart. Her best friends. Her biggest supporters. The family she was always looking for. Whenever she was with them, all of her troubles seemed to fade away. They could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.
And then there was John B. The best type of friend a girl could ask for. Y/N had known him longer than the two had known JJ. Her father and John B’s, before he went missing, were the best of friends automatically making their children become friends. Y/N had spent every waking moment with John B since she could remember.
As the two got older, there was a point when John B became more than a brother to Y/N. And at some point, John B realized Y/N was a pretty girl. But, as their group went from two to five, a certain rule popped up: no-Pogue-on-Pogue macking.
Y/N never really minded it. She was still one hundred percent convinced John B still saw her as his sister, and she refused to ruin their lifelong friendship over some silly crush.
Kie, JJ, and Pope saw right through the girl, on the other hand. They honestly didn’t care if Y/N and John B got together. It would even be a relief to them so they wouldn’t have to put up with the constant longing looks from the pair. Not to mention the subconscious touchy shit that makes JJ gag.
JJ would constantly bring it up to John B too. Yet, he would, as JJ would say, deny, deny, deny.
But, regardless of John B and Y/N’s feelings for one another, the Pogues were always having a good time.
Except when Y/N had to go home and face her real family.
She never knew why she went back. John B was living without his father and seemed to avoid DCS fairly well. Why couldn’t she?
Yet somehow, she’d always wind up back in her tiny house on the Cut.
It wasn’t that her home situation was horrible. It just wasn’t great either. After John B’s dad disappeared, Y/N’s father left her and her mother to fend for themselves. For awhile, Y/N and her mom wouldn’t even speak to each other. Y/N never knew why they didn’t speak, but then a week later, a stranger was caught leaving her house in the morning. After that, Y/N’s mother had finally started speaking to her again as more and more men would be caught leaving the house in the morning.
Sadly, Y/N’s mother had changed. She would lash out at Y/N, telling her how useless she was and how Y/N should be helping her poor mom make money so they could eat. Y/N would take in every word her mom would say and try to explain she was doing little things to help out. The jobs were sporadic but it was something.
Their arguments would usually result in Y/N storming out of the house, but then getting a call about thirty minutes later from her mom, saying how sorry she was for saying all those things. She’d go on and on about how Y/N was such a great daughter and how she loved her so much.
So, Y/N would always come home with the slightest hope that her mother was alright and meant what she said. But, the same thing would happen a few days later, and Y/N would find herself in tears as her mother screamed at her for being incompetent like her father.
John B had a faint idea that home life for Y/N wasn’t very good. He could read her like a book after all. He could tell something had happened when the crew would be hanging out and Y/N was oddly quiet, but whenever he asked, she would just brush it off. Even Kie, JJ, and Pope could tell when something was wrong, but instead of pushing her, they left Y/N alone. John B, however, thought she shouldn’t be left alone and felt as if she was battling with something mentally.
His suspicions were confirmed when he heard the little jabs her mother would give towards her daughter that Y/N didn’t even seem to notice.
John B had swung by Y/N’s place to pick her up on the way to one of Kie’s family Kook events. While he was following Y/N around her room getting her stuff together, her mom had come in. “Where is it you’re going this time?” Y/M/N asked. “An outdoor movie thing that Kie invited us to,” Y/N replied, shoving stuff in her bag.
“Total Kook stuff, Ms. Y/L/N,” John B added with a small smile. The woman just narrowed her eyes. John B dropped his gaze, slightly confused as to why Y/N’s mother was acting so weird. She had always been so kind and welcoming.
“When will you be home?” she asked.
“I don’t know, Mom. Late,” Y/N answered with an irritated ring.
Y/N’s mother scoffed, “Just like usual. While I’m stuck at home slaving away.”
John B saw Y/N roll her eyes before standing up straight and facing her mom. “What do you want me to say?” Y/N snapped. “That I should stay here and find someone else who will pay for sex?”
John B’s gaze shot to Y/N’s at her statement. He didn’t have the slightest idea as to what was going on.
“Save it, Y/N. I don’t want to hear it. Just go out with your stupid friends. They’re just as useless as you are,” her mother retorted. John B refused to look up at the arguing mother and daughter.
“Are you kidding me? You’ve known John B for his entire life. You, and I quote, ‘absolutely adore that kid’, and you’re going to act like you hate him!”
Y/N’s mother glared at her child and Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. Let’s go,” she said, grabbing John B’s hand and shoving past the woman blocking the door. John B heard Y/N’s mother let out a breath and follow them down the hall. Y/N marched straight to the van with John B trailing after her, still shocked at the scene that had just unfolded before his eyes.
As they were about to drive off, Y/N’s mother came outside and called in a kind voice, “Be safe, Y/N! I’m sorry!” John B noticed Y/N’s face contort in pain before she shot her mother a small smile.
As if a switch flipped on in John B’s head, he realized what was happening. And he didn’t like it one bit.
“So,” he started slowly and felt Y/N’s gaze on him, “You’re seriously not mad at her anymore?” “What?” Y/N asked. “Who says I was mad?”
John B really couldn’t really believe what he was hearing.
“You were just arguing with your mom,” John B replied.
“Oh, that. That wasn’t arguing. Just a normal day in the Y/L/N household,” Y/N let out a strained laugh. John B looked at the girl with concern swimming in his eyes. “Y/N,” he said softly, “Does your mom do this a lot?”
“What call me useless, incompetent, stupid, but then says she loves me? I mean I suppose,” she mumbled. John B’s jaw clenched. “That’s not right,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road. “She still loves me,” Y/N said defensively.
“She says she does, but--” John B started but was cut off.
“Just drop it okay?” Y/N snapped, “I’m fine. Everything is fine.”
John B glanced at Y/N and saw her looking out the window, signalling that this conversation was over. He didn’t like it, but he kept his mouth shut anyways.
Ever since that day, John B tried talking to his best friend and show her how abusive her mother really was. But, Y/N refused to listen to him. She didn’t want to hear it because she wanted to believe she still had her mom after her father left.
Until one day, Y/N finally heard all of John B’s concerns in her mind.
Y/N had just gotten back from a day out with the Pogues, and her mother had already brought a new guy home. The teenager walked in on her half naked mother and stranger on the couch. “Oh god!” Y/N shouted, covering her eyes.
“What the hell?” the guy shouted at her mom. “Who is this?”
Y/N’s mother glared at her daughter and gritted her teeth, “This is my daughter.”
“You never told me you had kids! Geeze how old are you?” the man said, shoving Y/M/N off of him and grabbing his clothes. “Wait, don’t!” Y/N’s mom called after the guy who was storming out.
Y/N still stood there in shock. She wasn’t prepared for the storm that was about to enter the home. As soon as her mother came back in, she started screaming.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Y/N’s mom shouted.
“I live here!” Y/N snapped back, her temper rising.
“You little brat! You are always coming around when you aren’t wanted!”
“Mom! How was I supposed to know you were having someone over?” Y/N said.
“Oh don’t play dumb,” her mother rolled her eyes, “You never approved of what I did. You’re just trying to sabotage me! All I’m doing is trying to help keep a roof of your head and food on the table! You don’t appreciate anything I do for you!”
Y/N was so confused. “You’re making no sense!” she screamed trying to hold back her tears of anger. “I appreciate everything you do! I was helping Heyward with grocery deliveries today! I was tipped big! I was trying to help!”
“You never do anything helpful! All you do is go out with your stupid little boyfriend and friends! You’re the most worthless person I have ever met!” her mom screamed.
With every insult she spat at her daughter, Y/N felt a knife twist in her heart, and John B’s words echo in her head. Your mom may not be physically abusing you but she still is abusing you. Y/N, you need to get out of there.
“God, you’re the worst daughter someone could have asked for! You worthless piece of shit! Are you listening to me?” Y/N’s mom screamed, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. Y/N shrunk back in fear. “I wish you were the one who left instead of your father,” Y/N’s mom hissed.
Y/N felt as though a boulder had crushed her heart. Tears flowed down her face as she shoved her mom off of her. Her mom’s face immediately fell as she realized what she said. “No, sweetie, I didn’t mean it,” her mom tried touching Y/N’s arm, but the girl jerked away.
Y/N had a look of horror written across her face. How could she do a complete 180? Y/N thought to herself.
“Y/N, baby. You know I didn’t mean it. I love you.”
“No you don’t,” Y/N cried, backing away from her mother. “You’re sick. I’m sorry your husband left you, but that’s no reason to take your pain out on your child. You’re supposed to protect me! I lost a father too! But you, you just act like a complete idiot!”
“No, sweetie--” Y/N’s mother started.
“I wish you were the one who left! Better you than Dad!”
And then Y/N ran.
She didn’t know where she’d go, but she knew she just needed to go anywhere but her home. Y/N let her legs carry her subconsciously and somehow wound up on the porch of the Chateau. Sobs racked her body as she collapsed on the ground.
John B opened the door expecting an animal or burglar but looked down to see a sobbing Y/N.
“Hey, hey, what happened?” John B said immediately, scoping her up in his arms, bringing her inside.
He went to set her down on the couch, but Y/N clung on to him and cried harder. John B sat down with her in his lap, a hand wrapped around her waist and head as he let her cry. John B knew what happened. He knew something like this was coming. Her mother must’ve said some awful thing and Y/N must’ve finally seen what was really going on.
“Shhh,” John B soothed as Y/N cried harder. “Whatever she said to you is a lie. You’re worth it. You’re worth something,” John B whispered in her ear. Y/N seemed to quiet a bit at the sound of his voice so John B continued.
“You’ve always been perfect, Y/N,” he said. John B didn’t really know where he was getting these words from. He never admitted his feelings for Y/N to JJ, but now, now he just knew he couldn’t deny it any longer. She needed to know that someone still loved her.
“You’re always putting everyone’s happiness first, so when she says you’re useless or incompetent, she’s wrong. You’re a selfless, beautiful girl.”
Y/N’s heart began pounding out of her chest as she listened to John B’s words.
“I know you don’t want to hear this,” John B continued, “but she doesn’t love you. She’s not your family anymore. You have other people who love you. JJ, Kie, Pope. And me.” Y/N had stopped crying at this point. Does he mean it more than a friend?
“I,” John B hesitated, “I love you. And I think everyone has known that except you.”
John B fell silent after that, holding his breath. He had no idea what Y/N would do. Y/N slowly lifted her head off of his chest and looked up at him. John B’s eyes were full of concern, but a little apprehension. He was waiting for her to say something.
Instead, she leaned up, pressing her lips to his. John B instantly kissed her back. The kiss was sweet and slow. Y/N felt a warmth spread throughout her body as his grip tightened around her frame. She finally felt at home. Never in a million years did she think she would be kissing the boy who put sand in her hair as little kids.
When they broke apart, Y/N’s mouth quirked up, “I love you too, John Booker Rutledge.” John B grinned and pulled her back in for another kiss. She moaned quietly as he bit down on her lip causing his hands to grip her waist a little tighter. Soon enough, Y/N found herself straddling John B.
Her hands found the bottom of his t-shirt and began tugging at it. However, he quickly grabbed her wrists to stop her. “Wait, wait,” he said, pulling away. Y/N pouted a bit. “We aren’t doing this right now.” “Why not?” Y/N whined a bit.
“You just ran away from home,” John B replied.
“So?”
“Y/N,” he said with a stern voice, “You need to tell me what happened. Now is not the night for us to be ignoring this and you know it.”
Y/N contemplated his words for a moment, but reluctantly agreed. They resituated themselves to where she was laying on his chest while his arm was around her waist again.
“Well,” Y/N started slowly, “I came home and found my mom with another man. The man flipped out cause I guess my mom lied about her age and about having kids. And then she proceeded to blow up at me. Kept telling me how I was trying to sabotage her work and how I was worthless. The usual nonsense you know.”
John B nodded in the dark and gave her a squeeze telling her to continue.
“And,” Y/N paused, “and then she said she wished it was me who left instead of Dad.”
John B’s heart sank. “But then,” Y/N continued, “It was like she flipped a switch. She claimed she didn’t mean it and that she loved me. I didn’t believe her this time so that’s when I ran.”
Y/N shifted so she could look at the boy. John B had a mixed look of anger and sadness on his face. “Y/N,” he started, “you’re not going back there.” And for once, Y/N listened to him. “Ok.” John B was slightly surprised, but mostly relieved she didn’t try to defend her mother.
Y/N laid back down and closed her eyes as John B started speaking again.
“You don’t know how much you are loved. Especially me, but the group. JJ would fall apart if you weren’t here, and Kie and Pope, you know how much they care about you. Don’t let anyone tell you you are nothing because you are far from it. I promise you. You are worth everything to me. Promise me you won’t ever doubt yourself,” John B said.
Y/N smiled in the darkness. “I promise, John B.” He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her even closer as she finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, the two were woken up by a very loud voice. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” JJ smirked. Y/N curled into John B’s chest mumbling something about killing JJ for waking her up.
“Leave them be JJ,” Kie’s voice snapped softly. “Thanks Kie,” John B groaned, slinging his arm over his face to block out the sunlight.
“Let’s go, we’ll meet up later,” Kie said before John B heard the porch door open and close.
“Congrats man,” JJ added kindly before slipping outside after Kie. “I love you,” Y/N mumbled before her soft snores filled the room again. John B grinned like an idiot and whispered, “I love you too my sweet girl,” before he slipped back into a comfortable sleep.
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Request: Oliver wood request where the reader doesn’t know anything about Quidditch and he shows them or teaches them how to play? Please make it cute and fluffy?💓 -anon
Fandom: Harry Potter, Oliver Wood x reader
A/N: I made the reader to be afraid of heights, just to add a cute vibe. c:
Warnings: Nah. Just fluff.
Word count: 762
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The broom lying in front of you seemed to look at you with an evil smirk. Your boyfriend, Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood had insisted that you’d at least try to play some Quidditch with him. He had promised to help you and make sure you won’t fall, but… it wasn’t the case.
You were scared of heights. Like, on a big scale. You were terrified at the thought that you’d fly any higher than two meters from the ground. Even worse when Quidditch was a fast game.
“Oliver, I can’t”, you muttered as he mounted his own broom. He turned his gaze on you, smiled softly and reached out for your hand.
“Yes, you can. Y/N, it will be fun. And we’re not doing anything big today. You can just mount your broom and levitate as close to the ground as you’d like. You can watch me play, you can’t play without knowing the rules anyway”, he smirked. He picked up your broom and handed it over to you.
You sighed and very reluctantly, you mounted your broom and slowly let yourself levitate above the ground, just low enough so the tips of your shoes could touch the ground.
Oliver smiled at you, before taking the Quaffle from the box and flying to the goal hoops.
“You just-” his voice echoed around the empty Quidditch field and you giggled.
“Oliver, I know the basics! You have to throw the Waffle-“
“It’s a Quaffle!” his voice echoed again around the stadium and you rolled your eyes, he was being Mr. know-it-all about Quidditch again.
“Quaffle through those hoops, then there’s that golden little walnut-“
“Snitch, Y/N, it’s a Snitch!”
“Okay, Snitch which you gotta catch and then there are those two little demons which are meant to kill the players-“
“Bludgers are not meant to kill the players, Dumbledore would be in Azkaban for rest of his life if he allowed the students to die from Bludgers!” he stopped, threw the Quaffle through one of the hoops, caught it and flew to the middle of the stadium.
“Each time you get the Quaffle through one of the hoops, you get ten points!” he shouted as he threw the Quaffle in the air, made a loop and caught the Quaffle.
“Show-off!” you laughed and Oliver came down to you. He glanced at you, before turning his gaze to the box again.
“I’m not going to release the Bludgers this time. Fred and George need to be here before I’m willing to do that, they’re my best Beaters. Oh. There are seven players in each team. Three Chasers, who will be chasing the Quaffle, two Beaters, who will send the Bludgers to disturb the opposing team, a Keeper-“
“You”, you said and grinned.
“Yes.” he answered, smiling at you briefly before taking out the little golden ball. The Snitch. It opened its wings and flapped them delicately as it sat on Oliver’s palm. You carefully stroke the texture of its wings and cocked your head to the side.
“It’s really beautiful.” you said before looking up at Oliver.
“So are you”, he said, making you blush as you turned your gaze away from the Snitch.
“Oh stop it.” you murmured before looking at Oliver again, who had just put the Snitch away.
“Did you learn something today?” he asked quietly, and you shrugged.
“Maybe…” you smiled a bit before you wrapped your arms around his neck. “At least that you’re cute as hell when you babble about Quidditch so eagerly to me.”
“If you play sometime with me, I might buy you that book you have been craving for two years…” he said and then tried to act like he didn’t say anything. Silence fell over to you, as you looked at Oliver in disbelief. That book was really expensive and told about one of your favorite subjects. And it was the only book existing, which told about it.
“Mr. Wood, are you trying to bribe me?” you tilted your head and let a playful smile dance on your lips.
“Me? Never.” he said, before pecking your lips quickly. “We should be getting back, before Filch makes a new coat for himself from us.”
You smiled and took Oliver’s hand. You slowly walked towards the castle, in comfortable silence. Only crickets were making noise somewhere close. And you just knew that Oliver would be taking care of you, even if - and when you would actually play Quidditch for the first time, confronting all your fears about heights.
Jareth or howl please (I love them both so what ever inspires you) catching their s/o doing something really childish? Like spinning around in the rain when they think no one can see them?
I love both of these, two, so how about both? Can’t promise they’ll be as long as each other, but I’ll try! <3
Jareth // wc: 351.
Jareth watched from high up in his castle out at the grand labyrinth, which seemed to stretch on without limit. Leaned over the balcony as he was, a dangerous endeavour if not for the invisible barrier that prevented accidents such as that, Jareth could clearly see you dancing among the faeries.
You knew that they would bite you if they got too close and so you treated them much like you did wasps: stay perfectly still if one got too close, but remember that they may attack anyway. You were Jareth’s s/o, however, and so the faeries would leave you alone out of fear and respect.
You were listening to music with headphones in - a flick of Jareth’s wrist, an easy thing, and suddenly you could listen to any song that had ever been or would ever be - and you were free to dance, to sing if you wanted, to just be alive.
All of your mundane human worries - bills, shifts, your family, studying, your pets, the crime rate in your area, the never ending to do list which always tripled whenever you ticked just one thing off - had been shed like a cloak just for this moment, which Jareth wanted to preserve for you.
Forever wasn’t a long time, but he could watch you for even longer than that.
Your dancing made no sense. It was random, all over the place, but in this moment you were innocent and carefree and that was all that mattered. It was in times like this that Jareth was reminded that, no matter how old you were, you were still so young to him. It made him feel… honoured that you felt such a state of peace in his domain.
With a smirk, Jareth changed whatever song you were listening to, to one of his own: As the World Falls Down. You glanced around, surprised, and Jareth allowed you to see him from his vantage point.
You smiled, widely, and threw a wink his way, before you went back to your dancing.
A field of daisies was your absolute favourite place to go, with or without Howl.
No matter how happy or how sad, angry, or even numb you felt, everything about your world fell out of place and everything about Howl, everything about you, fell into alignment. When you were here, in your safe space, nothing could touch you.
Howl knew that you loved the rain, that it made you feel so much more than just contentment. It was like… the outside world fit in with you when it rained. You preferred it, most especially, to come down in sheets, like torrents of rain that soaked you within seconds.
As such, when Howl saw you lying flat on your back amongst the seemingly endless sea of daisies, he couldn’t resist turning his hand in an elaborate gesture and making it rain.
He grinned wolfishly at your surprised scream and then at your giggles. They were almost childlike in their glee and he wondered if a treat was in store for him when you finally got home - your clothing was white but now… Now, it was see through.
He supposed that you were right - the outside now matched your inside, and you were literally bared to the world. You were ethereal in your freedom, peaceful in your self-expression but more than that… You reminded him of the good things in life, of the things that remained untouched and untainted by the bad, the worse things in life.
You were his reason to be, his reason to live, his reason to try to do more, to be better, and he would see to it that you only knew contentment that matched the field of daisies and the smell of the rain before, during and after its time.
In the end, as the rain came to a gentle but inevitable stop and you stood, laughing, Howl wondered how it turned out that you were his daisy field.
This page is run by two black female multistans. We mainly write for people of colour, in particular black and mixed females as we are both black mixed (Admin O is blasian with some Spanish and French roots/Admin R is blasian with French roots). We write for people of colour/women of colour because most always mention “straight hair” or “light complexion” and not a lot of writings are tailored to us POC fans.
But yes, because we are mixed sometimes we will write blushed or reddened because even with our dark complexion, the redness from internal and external heat still shows on us.
If you read this, here is a gif of Jin sending his flying kiss 💓
