#< for lisa the hopeful? not sure if it's right to add that but thought she could have an extra tag...

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[Start ID. A dark, warm-toned drawing of Tundra, a robot with bladed legs and mechanical hands both lightened by frost, and a face like that of a fencing mask. She wears a blue jacket with a fluffy white ruff and pockets on the shoulders and chest, a long green skirt with tassels and pale wavy lines at the border, and a brown belt with a pouch at the side. She's shown from the right, leaning back on a stack of pillows and a wooden wall as she looks out to the left, disregarding the open book in her hand, her legs bent in front of her. Under her is a yellow and red rug which pads gritty flooring, over her are series of low, round string lights, providing soft lighting in a room that's partially open to the night sky.]

it's a friend's birthday today yet again... in honor of the occasion here's a Tundra for @automatonknight :]

[morgana-larkin]

Hey hey hey I was wondering if I could do a request for everyone’s favorite nanny Chessy? I need to see more looove for her on this app (and just for Lisa Ann Walter in general 🥰)

Okay but my request is smutty af, I’m not sure if Chessy would be one to have a mommy kink but I was thinking about Chessy in her khaki pants (yk the iconic outfit) and the reader only in panties who grinds a wet spot onto Chessy’s khakis 🥵

Hi Anon! Ok so this took waaay longer than I thought it would but here it is! It’s smutty and fluffy 🥰. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: ‘Worth It’ fans for Melissa will be happy to hear that it’s in progress and I’m at 1000 words so far!

Her Company

Warnings: smut, lots of fluff

Words: 2.2k

You see the car pull in and see Hallie and Nick get out, followed by Chessy running out screaming and hugging her. You smile and shake your head at her actions as she can be a real goofball. You then see Chessy motioning for you to come over and you stop working on the grapevines and make your way over to her side.

“What’s up Chess?” You ask her when you reach them.

“Hal, you remember Y/n right?” Chessy asks Hallie and Hallie nods. “Well we kinda got into a relationship while you were at camp.” She says and you look at her curiously.

“What do you mean by kinda?” You ask her and she looks at you with a smile and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“Congratulations to you both.” You hear Hallie say and then she goes to the house.

“I gotta get back to work.” You tell Chessy and she nods and holds your hands.

“I’ll see you later though right?” She asks you and you nod.

“Of course, go have fun with Hallie.” You tell her and she gives you a kiss before she goes to help Hallie unpack.

*A few hours later*

“I don’t know, she just seems different.” Chessy says as you’re listening to her ranting from her bed as she’s pacing around her room.

“Well she’s almost 12, Chess.” You tell her and she looks at you. “She’s growing up.” You add and she comes to sit beside you. You wrap an arm around her and rub her arm for comfort.

“I don’t like it.” She admits with a pout and you give her a kiss on the cheek.

“I know but that’s what kids do if you keep feeding them.” You joke and she chuckles.

“But there is something different about her, almost like she’s a different kid.” She says.

“Well who else could she be? I mean it’s not like she has a secret twin.” You tell her with a smile and she looks at you like she wants to say something but then closes her mouth before she does.

“You’re right, she’s just growing up.” She settles on and then you put your head on her shoulder and she wraps an arm around your waist. You pull your head up and kiss her and she kisses you back instantly. She puts a hand on your cheek and you put your hands on her neck and keep her close to you. “I love you.” She tells you as you both pull away for air.

“I love you too.” You immediately tell her and then you go back to kissing each other. She then pushes you back on the bed while still kissing you and you giggle at her actions.

*The next day*

You’re picking out grapes when you see Hallie burst through on her horse and run into the house. You shake your head at that and go back to working. Nick comes a few minutes later and sees you.

“Did Hal come here?” He asks you and you nod.

“Ya, she ran into the house.” You tell him and he thanks you before following after Hallie.

You see Chessy coming out a few minutes later and she looks to be crying. You take off your gardening gloves as she’s coming over to you and you immediately wrap her in a hug.

“Chess, what's wrong?” You ask her when she pulls away.

“Can I tell you something but you can’t tell anyone?” She asks you and you nod.

“Of course.” You immediately say.

“Remember how I was concerned that Hal was acting differently?” She begins and you nod. “Well the truth is I just found out that she’s not Hal.” She continues on and you look at her confused. “She actually does have a secret twin and Nick told us to never tell her but I guess they were sent to the same camp. And that girl in there is her twin named Annie.” She explains and you take a few seconds to process what she just told you.

“Oh, wow.” You say and she nods. “How are you feeling?” You ask her.

“I haven’t seen Annie since she was a baby, it’s so nice to see her again. I couldn’t help it and I hugged her while crying even with Nick right there.” She says and you chuckle. “She doesn’t want Nick to know, I think she came here to meet him.” She tells you and you nod.

“Well you know they’ll have to get switched back at some point so why not spend time with her while you can.” You tell her and she nods.

“Ya, I’m actually going to make some lunch now. Do you want to come keep me company?” She asks you and you nod.

“Sure, I’m certain Nick won’t care if I take a break.” You say with a smile and then she grabs your hand and leads you into the house.

You sit down at the counter but before she can start to make anything you hear a bell ringing and Meredith calling for Chessy. She looks at you confused and then walks to where they are, you follow after her.

“You rang?” Chessy says, voice covered with sarcasm and her trying not to laugh. Meredith then asks her for two martinis and you can tell Chessy is looking perplexed at Nick.

“Please Chess.” Nick says and she turns around and goes to the wine rack to make the martinis. You follow her to the kitchen and she gets the glasses and you burst out laughing and she turns around to look at you.

“I’m sorry but that was hilarious.” You say through giggles and she shakes her head at you with a smile.

“You are such a goof.” She says.

“Oh come on, I can tell you were trying not to laugh as well.” You tell her and she snorts.

“I’ll be right back.” She says as she goes to bring them the martinis. She comes back a minute later and then gets ready to make something to eat.

“Have I told you how good you look in that outfit?” You tell her and she smiles at you before going to kiss you on the lips. She deepens the kiss and cups your cheek.

“Well this is new.” You hear and immediately pull back from Chessy and you look to see Annie there.

“Hi Annie.” You say and she looks at Chessy.

“You told her?” She asks Chessy and Chessy nods.

“She’s my girlfriend and I needed to tell someone. I mean this is big, I haven’t seen you since you were a baby.” She says.

“So why are you here and how did you meet Hallie?” You ask her and she looks to make sure her dad isn’t around. “I wouldn’t worry about him, Ms fancy blonde is keeping him busy.” You tell her and she nods before taking a deep breath.

“I met Hallie at camp and we realised that we were twins after a little bit. Then we wondered what the other parent was like so we sort of… switched places.” She explains in her British accent.

“And I see you’re from London.” You ask and she nods. You, Chessy and Annie all continue talking for a little bit and then Annie leaves.

Chessy then finishes making food for everyone and prepares you and her a plate first.

“Eat up.” She tells you and then leans closer to you. “I have nothing to do for a couple of hours so best to keep your energy up.” She tells you and you look at her surprised and she winks at you.

You both eat quickly and she then lets everyone know that lunch is ready before taking your hand and dragging you to her bedroom. She quickly takes your shirt and bra off and cups both of your boobs while sucking on your neck.

“Mm, Chessy.” You moan quietly so no one could hear. That gets her to take your pants off but leaves your underwear on as an idea comes to her mind.

“Sit on my thigh.” Chessy tells you as she sits on the bed and pats her thigh. You smile at her before sitting on her thigh and wrap your arms around her neck before you start grinding on her thigh. “Mm that’s it, make yourself cum on my thigh, make it soak your underwear and my pants.” She says and you rest your forehead on hers. You keep grinding on her and you start to feel your orgasm build and your breath gets heavier. “Are you getting close, lovely?” She asks and you nod.

“Yes Chess.” You say and she smiles at you and then she tenses her leg muscles, bringing you more pleasure. “Oh Chess, I’m so close.” You say a bit louder than you should have and she silences you with a kiss as you come. She continues kissing you after, as you come down from your high, and you’re not complaining as you love kissing her. “Mm Chess.” You say as she pulls back. You then get up from her lap and sit beside her on the bed and you start blushing as you look at her thigh. There, exactly where you were grinding, is a wet patch on her pants and you hide your face in her neck from embarrassment and she laughs.

“Don’t be embarrassed, lovely. I see it as proof that you enjoyed yourself on my thigh.” She tells you and you let out a pout while still hiding and she giggles. “Hey.” She says and gently pushes you out of her neck and you look at her. “I don't mind you making a mess, especially if I’m the one that’s causing you to be messy.” She says and you smile at her.

“I did enjoy myself.” You say softly and she smiles at you. “Although I should get back to work.” You say and she grabs your hips and pulls you back on the bed when you get up. “Ahh!” You yell as you didn’t expect her to do that. “Chess!” You say through giggles. “I have to go back to work but I can see you tonight.”

“Not yet, not until I’ve had my taste of you.” She says and goes for your neck.

“Chess, I can see you tonight to continue.” You tell her as she continues kissing and sucking your neck.

“I feel like I don’t get nearly as much time with you as I’d like.” She says as she pulls back and you cup her cheeks.

“I know, but you know that you’re welcome to come out and keep me company anytime that you’re free.” You tell her and she nods.

“I know, and I know you have to go back, but can I get one more orgasm out of you before you do? And I can keep you company for an hour after.” She tells you and you roll your eyes playfully before nodding.

“Alright.” You say and she takes your underwear off before pulling you more on the bed and circling your clit with her finger. She kisses you again when you start making noises and you wrap an arm around her neck and pull her closer to you. She keeps circling your clit faster and faster and then you’re right at the edge and come with a gasp. She gives you kisses all over your face as you come down from your high. She places the last kiss on your forehead and then she tucks your loose hair behind your ear and looks at you fondly.

“I love you.” She says and you smile at her.

“And I love you too.” You tell her. “You know I just realised that Hallie still doesn’t know that we’re together.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“I have a feeling she already knows. I mean we got together a month before she left.” Chessy says.

“Ya, I can’t believe it’s been 3 months and we still can’t stay away from each other.” You tell her before getting up and start getting dressed. Chessy sits up and stares at you as you get dressed with a smirk. “What are you smirking at over there?” You ask her playfully as you put your shirt on.

“That I got the most beautiful girl and only I get to see her naked.” She says and you snort before leaving the room.

“You’re such a flirt.” You tell her when she follows after you.

“And you love me like that.” She says as you reach the front yard and you turn around and walk backwards.

“I do, I love you just as you are.” You tell her and reach the vineyard and put your gloves on. She goes behind you and wraps her arms around your waist and gives you kisses on your neck, both of you smiling like idiots.

Inside the house Annie uses the phone to call Hallie.

“Hey Hal, I forgot to mention that your nanny Chessy is in a relationship.” She tells her.

“Oh please tell me it’s with Y/n. It’s been obvious that they have feelings for each other for like 4 months.” Hallie says.

“Yep, it’s with Y/n, and they’re all giggles and kisses.” Annie replies with and looks out the window to see the scene.

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S/O HEADCANNONS

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: dean, sam, and cas.

A/N: I got lazy writing these🤫 also I would’ve added more characters but I’m not that far into the show☹️ (I’m only on late s6 but I have a lot of spoilers LMAOOOO)

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DEAN:

CIVILIAN VERSION:

- if you were a civilian, I feel like dean would try to keep his hunting life a secret from you for as long as possible.

- he doesn’t want another cassie situation to come up because he loves you so much.

- personally, I don’t feel like dean would’ve told you on his own terms, I feel like you somehow found out on your own.

- whether that be you found out he lied about whatever job he said he worked as — a job that obviously made people move around a lot, so you didn’t get suspicious — or you just found some fake IDS or some weapons you found while snooping in the Impala.

- you decided to stay, to take the risk of possibly being hunted down by the supernatural to be with dean. and to you, it was the best decision you had made in your life.

- he treats you so well for a guy who slept around a lot before he met you.

- he always tries to call you every night while he’s out of state hunting.

- I feel like he’d get you a promise ring, something to make up for the no-go decision of marriage.

- whenever he comes home from a hunt, he’s forever by your side, cuddling on the bed or the couch of your apartment. he never leaves your side, and will even stay interlocked with you if you decide to go to the kitchen, he’ll only let you go if you need to go the bathroom. (you need your privacy ofc)

HUNTER VERSION:

- dean was definitely a little hesitant to start a relationship with you, you were both hunters. that never ended well, he saw first hand from tamara and isaac.

- but, he eventually decided to just take the risk. you were one of the only people — beside sam and cas — who understood the life that you guys lived. the risks that came with it.

- dean never would’ve thought about having a domestic life, he knew that wouldn’t have worked out. he had enough experience trying to make it work with lisa and ben.

- but you, you give him a small spark of hope that there is a chance he can eventually run away from hunting and life in peace with you.

- he’d also get you a promise ring, an identical ring to the silver one he used to wear on the ring finger of his right hand.

- he’d secretly buy you cassette tapes of the type of music you like and start playing it for you when you two are alone in Baby. the smile on your face is worth every penny he spent. (if you have similar or the same music taste to dean, much like I do, he’d make a mix-tape of songs he has that remind him of you.)

- dean being with a hunter s/o would mean he isn’t that heavy on PDA, he believes that it could put a bigger target in your back than there already is.

SAM:

CIVILIAN VERSION:

- much like dean, he wouldn’t have told you at first. he didn’t want you to end up like jessica, and be strived of a full life you deserved to live.

- although, unlike dean, I feel like he’d tell you himself instead of you finding out on your own terms and possibly being pissed at him.

- sam has a habit of going to stores full of little trinkets, reason being he’d bring them to you. you have a whole collection at this point, and you don’t plan on getting rid of it.

- whenever he comes to visit, he likes to spoil you with whatever money he has from hustling pool with dean.

- around the time sam and dean get the bunker, he’d invite you to live full-time, that way he can be closer to you and not drive extra miles after a hunt just to see you. (forgot to add it, but I feel like dean would do the same thing.)

- he claimed that you could help them do research on cases since sam doesn’t want you getting into the hunter lifestyle.

HUNTER VERSION:

- I believe that sam would be more open to a relationship than dean would be, sam knows you can protect yourself. you’re a hunter.

- while on hunts, sam always makes sure to keep an eye on you and make sure you’re safe.

- sam would 100% let you chat his ear off, even if it’s about a topic he isn’t interested in.

- if you had long enough hair, sam would definitely love to play with your hair. whether that was braiding it or just running his hands through it. (totally not based off one of blondie’s headcannons haha..)

- in his free time, he likes to lay your head in his lap and read to you, it’s a moment of domesticity that he loves.

CASTIEL:

CIVILIAN VERSION:

- you two first met after he lost his grace and Dean kicked him out of the bunker.

- he wasn’t all used to being a human, and you didn’t think he was weird for it. in fact, you helped him adjust to life without grace.

- when cas got his grace back, he was worried for you. you didn’t know he was an angel and he’d eventually have to return to the Winchester brothers.

- eventually, he decided to tell you before he left. you looked a him like he was crazy, it wasn’t until he showed you his wings in the form of a shadow behind him.

- he didn’t want you to stay at the bunker, he thought there was still a chance that a supernatural being could break in and possibly hurt you.

- and that belief grew after dean became a demon and tried to kill sam in the bunker.

- much like sam, castiel would also get you little trinkets he obtained from going on hunts with sam and dean.

- I also feel like he’d bring jack over to your apartment every now and then since he’s like a son to him!

HUNTER VERSION:

- at first, you were a little wary of castiel. but when you saw how much dean and sam trusted him, you decided to let yourself like him a little more.

- cas always gave you space, he never tried to force you to like him. he always let you get used to his presence at your own pace.

- it wasn’t until cas lost his grace and was forced out of the bunker did you realize how much you actually liked having him around.

- so when he eventually returned, you started treating him more like a friend and less than a stranger you were forced to interact with.

- eventually, that friendship bloomed into a relationship between an angel and a supernatural hunter.

- if you were ever injured on a hunt, you’d be the first one he’d heal. sometimes, you’d have to force him to heal someone else because they had worse wounds than you did.

- I feel like cas would love to hold your hand, just interlocking your fingers gives him a sense of peace.

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🅦hαt 🅞ncє 🅦αs 🅜ínє (pt.2)

(Dean Winchester x Reader)

(Part 1) (Part 3)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a phone call from Jodi, Dean decides to go see you in hopes to make things up to you. You debate on whether or not he should know about his daughter.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None other than a mention of some spoilers

The sound of one of Dean’s Black Sabbath cassettes rang through the Impala as he focused on the road. Jodi had been in contact with Y/N? Why didn't Y/N reach out to him? Or even Sam?

That phone call from Jodi was unexpected and Dean still didn't know all of the details of everything. All Dean knew was that Y/N was working at some Walgreen's several towns over from Jodi and now she was living with Jodi after they reconnected while Jodi was on a hunt one weekend.

"Dude, why are you so tense about this?" Dean heard his little brother ask. You know for a guy that's supposed to be the smarter one of the duo, he definitely had his blond moments once in a while. But then again, Dean hadn't had the time to lead on how worked up about you leaving he really was.

"It's just.. when she left it wasn't exactly on the best terms, okay? Let's leave it at that." Dean answered and Sam raised a brow. It was a look from the younger brother that seemed to say 'maybe we shouldn't leave it at that' but Sam knew it was an issue between you and Dean and honestly- the younger hunter wasn't sure he would even know how to help fix things if Dean told him everything.

"Well maybe that's why Jodi called you in the first place. I mean it wasn't a secret to anyone that she cared about you. Maybe Jodi thought that now would be a good time for you to talk about whatever that fight was. I mean it's been a year, and I think that's a long enough time without reaching out."

Dean listened and tightened his jaw. It was a little annoying how much sense Sam made sometimes. It was partly the reason why Sam ended up being the one taking on these trials anyways, and Dean still hated the idea because in his mind it was his job to keep Sam safe - even if they were in their 30's.

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." Dean finally replied but his gaze was still fixed on the road ahead of him to get to Jodi's.

~

"You asked him to come here?" You asked Jodi with a bit of an upset tone. You weren't prepared to see Dean, and a part of you didn't want to after what happened when you left. He wanted you gone and you wanted to stay away.

"Y/N you need to be real about this. It's been a year and you need to talk this out. Plus, don't you think Dean has a right to know about his daughter? He's already lost three months with her." The sheriff pointed out as she sat next to Y/C/N and watched her play while she was on her tummy.

"Dean was the one that said he never should have brought me along. And even then maybe he shouldn't know about Y/C/N. Not because I don't want him to - but because both of the boys have enough on their plates almost constantly. He couldn't handle having a baby around even he wanted her. It'll only add on to his stress and that's honestly the last thing he needs." You sat down with Jodi and your daughter.

"That's a little unfair though, isn't it? He deserves at least a chance. Having a kid causes stress to anyone whether they're a hunter or not. It's hard being a parent and it can be challenging and its frustrating. Trust me, I would know. But on the flip side, having a child brings so much joy. Their smiles give you a reason to go on. They'll make you laugh, make you cry, make you feel proud. I'm sure you've felt some of those things already as a new mom." You nodded as Jodi spoke and looked at your daughter.

"Don't you think Dean deserves the chance to feel all of those things too? Don't you think Y/C/N deserves to have a father in her life?"

You continued to listen and you started to think. You remembered a time when Dean would talk about walking away from hunting and how he tried that with Lisa and Ben. You remembered how he would think it would be impossible to retire and have that fabled 'Apple Pie' life again. Then you started thinking about your daughter. You knew she would be better off if she had two parents. At least you hoped that would be the case anyways.

You watched as Y/C/N lifted her legs a little and tried her best to get on all fours so she could crawl or at least sit up. She had that same exact look of determination that Dean gets on his face. You knew Dean would raise her up with Rock and Roll and Scooby Doo, and you knew she would be all for it.

"We'll just have to see how he even feels about all of it. Who knows what kind of chaos both the boys are going through. If Dean thinks he can handle having a baby around amongst all of everything then we can talk about it." You said after a few moments with your thoughts.

"How long do you think it will take for them to get here?" You glanced over at Jodi as she started getting up and she walked over to the coat rack to get her jacket.

"Well, I gave him the call last night around midnight our time. I wouldn't be surprised if he and Sam were on the way right after the call. So maybe they'll be here sometime this afternoon or this evening if they don't stop." Jodi replied as she finished putting on her jacket and got ready to go to the station.

Your heart nearly flipped at the idea of Dean being that eager to see you again. But you had to force yourself to remember the fight so you wouldn't get too excited. You couldn't afford to have your heart so eagerly on your sleeve for Dean Winchester again.

"I see. Well, can you think of anything you would want for dinner tonight? I was thinking about going to the store and picking up some groceries anyway." You tried to change the subject and Jodi just smiled and chuckled.

"Make whatever you'd like. But don't forget the pie for the boys." She said, knowing Dean would eat most of the pie rather than Sam.

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The evening came and after you fed your daughter and gave her a bath, you put her to bed in her crib in your room and she was fast asleep. Now you were in the kitchen making dinner for that night since Jodi was on her way back.

'What do I say? How would I even bring her up? Maybe it can just wait a while. Maybe he wouldn't warm up to the idea of kids after all.' Your mind was going a mile a minute as you started making some pasta. It was something simple and low energy to make and you were grilling some chicken with it.

But the more you allowed yourself to over think about it all, the more you gave yourself a headache. Your stomach was churning with the wave of anxiety because it's been so long since you've seen the Winchesters. A part of you wondered if you should even be feeling this way.

After all, if Sam said you shouldn't have been brought along and if they thought you had been such a hindrance to them, then why should you even consider the hope of hunting with them again? You were a mom now and you were with Jodi so now you had help. You didn't need the boys - even if you desperately wanted to be with them again. Especially Dean.

You heard the door open and you assumed it was Jodi based off the laughter that you hear but you also hear more than just her footsteps. You hear two other sets of footsteps followed by an all to familiar voice.

"You should've seen the time when Sam was bringing some groceries to the bunker. He slipped and fell and the milk dropped on the stairs and practically exploded everywhere." Dean laughed and you assume the brothers were telling embarrassing stories about one another to catch Jodi up on their shenanigans.

"I swear I had a bruise on my back for like a month. And its not easy going down stairs with bags blocking your view of where you step." Sam said and rubbed the back of his neck, a little embarrassed to say the least. "Plus you should've seen Dean with the pie prank."

"A pie prank? What did you do, Sam?" Jodi asked with a chuckle as she took off her jacket and placed it on the coat hanger.

"It wasn't a prank, it was the work of Lucifer." Dean said with so much annoyance in his tone.

"It was more like a work of art, really," Sam said with a smile before speaking again, "Dean wanted a pie one night. Nothing too out of the ordinary about that because it's Dean. Well I got him some pie and while the rest of dinner was being cooked, I mixed some hot peppers in with the pie filling."

Jodi laughed and Sam joined in when he reminisced on the prank he played on his older brother, "He went through three bottles of water. I swear he has almost no spice tolerance."

"Not when its ghost peppers like what you mixed in the filling." Dean remarked but he cracked a grin nonetheless. It was a memorable moment for sure and it was some joy for Sam in the downtime of their constant hunting and world saving.

"Oh you boys. Even with all of the jobs you've got it's nice to know you two still have fun with each other once in a while." Jodi smiled as she started walking into the kitchen. She motioned for the boys to follow her and so they did.

"Smells good in here, Y/N. Whatcha makin'?" You heard Jodi ask and when you looked over you smiled at Jodi.

"Some chicken alfredo." You answered and that was when you saw Dean walking through the door with his brother.

You swore that your heart stopped that you saw Dean and both of you instantly locked eyes. He was just as handsome as the day you left. He was really there with his brother. What were you supposed to say to him first? But you knew that you needed to say something to both of them.

"Hey, guys. Make yourself at home." You said and turned around so you could break your gaze from Dean and focus on the meal so nothing could burn.

Jodi and Sam looked at each other and Jodi watched as Sam gave Dean a little nudge to go talk to you. Then, Jodi and Sam went to the living room so they could talk.

Dean looked over and he saw that the other two left, then he looked back at you. He gulped a little before he started to walk over. It was odd. Dean has faced monsters, demons, angels, and yet he was hesitating on a simple interaction. Then again, you held a special spot in his heart and the fact that he pushed you away was holding him back. You had to still be angry with him right?

"Y/N, I.. You look great." He said and you could tell that he was struggling with where to start.

"Thanks. You haven't changed much." You replied and focused on the stovetop. You heard the way Dean sighed before he carefully reached out and took a careful hold of one of your hands and took the utensil form you. Then he turned the burner down.

He looked down at you and you refused to meet his gaze at first. But he gave your hand a soft squeeze before he started speaking.

"Y/N, I think you know why I'm here. I wouldn't put it past Jodi to let you know I was coming." He said and you shrugged slightly before you slowly lifted your gaze up at him and you took your hand away from him.

"I knew you were coming. I didn't really ask why you would travel all this way." You answered and crossed your arms a little, trying so hard to stay guarded.

"You haven't thought at all about the last night we spent at that hotel when we fought? Haven't thought about the argument? Because I have and if I could take everything back then I would. And you aren't exactly making things easy by being stand offish." Dean said.

"Dean, you can't just come over one night and expect everything to be fine and dandy just because you feel bad about what happened. What you said really hurt that night. Your problem is that you just don't think before you open your damn mouth. I know I wasn't there for a lot in the beginning and when Cass first came onto the scene. I know I came into your lives a little late but I turned out to be a pretty damn good hunter. Me caring about you didn't make it to where I was in the way. It made it to where Sam wasn't the only one looking out for you when Cass wasn't around. You were the one that messed up. And boy, you messed up big time."

"Don't you think I know that? You're right, I don't always think before I speak. And I regretted what happened everything I said the second after I let it slip. And I regretted it ever since you walked out of that door, alright? But ever since I got the call from Jodi that you were with her, I knew I had to see you again to at lease apologize even if you wouldn't listen."

"Then show me that you regretted it. Show me how badly you wish you could have taken everything back." You dared as you looked at Dean. Dean didn't hesitate this time around and he backed you up against the counter.

He lifted his hand and cupped your cheek and started to lean closer and closer until...

You suddenly hear your daughter crying upstairs. You saw a change in Dean's eyes as he backed up from you a little. You thought your mind was racing before: it was nothing compared to this moment. What could possibly be going on in Dean's mind now?

"Y/N? Is there something you need to tell me?"

Thank you guys for reading!

Feel free to let me know what you think! The feedback really helps a lot! Planning for a part three soon! Hope you enjoyed!

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Too Good To Be True

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Summary: A romantic comedy story where Sebastian Stan falls in love with reader but she is not who he thinks she is.

Seeing Sebastian hurt himself in a bike accident makes reader realize how strong her feelings for him are. But Sebastian still shows dislike towards her. Will she give up and leave him be? Or will she try and win his heart?

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 15/28 (Might add more)

Chapter list >

Warning : none

Word count : 8.5k words

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Chapter 15 - Treasure

Somewhere on Mulholland Drive - Wednesday, July 19th 2023, 10 am

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The blaring sound of the siren coming from an ambulance overpowered all other sounds. At the corner of her eyes she could see an ambulance going towards where Sebastian was. Her heart dropped to her stomach as she stood up and watched Sebastian’s face contorted in pain through the monitor.

She quickly got out of the spectator’s box and ran towards where he was.

“Aurora! Where are you going?!” A hand shot out and held her back. Lisa, her makeup artist, looked at her, her eyebrows raised.

“I need to see him! I need to see if he’s okay!” She shouted, panic coursing through her as she tried to struggle free from Lisa’s hold.

“Aurora, he’s like a mile away from here. You can’t run over there. And I’m sure the ambulance already got to him.” Lisa said and she realized that Lisa was right.

“Let’s just wait by the trailers and see where they take him.” Lisa suggested.

“Oh, right. Okay.” She nodded and walked towards the trailers, heart pounding hard in her chest, hoping and praying that Sebastian was okay.

It took a while but she finally found out that Sebastian was taken to a hospital not far from there. The shoot for that day was canceled and she immediately asked to be taken to see him.

When she got to the hospital Sebastian was still in the ER. She waited with Chris, Chace, Anthony, Johnny, Maya and Hannah in the waiting room. Her mind kept thinking of the worst. 

She sat on one of the waiting chairs in the hospital, right across from the ER. Her eyes glued to the closed ER door. Everyone else was chatting around her but she couldn’t join them. She felt slightly paralyzed as the only thing she could think of was his face which was showing so much pain. She wished she could take the pain away from him.

In her worry she realized something. She had never felt this strongly about anyone. The thought of him being hurt and the potential of losing him, even though it was mostly unlikely, shattered her to her core. The thought made her realize how she had fallen in love with him so hard. Then she remembered the way he treated her in the past few days and she could feel herself drowning in the negativity of it all. A tear dropped from her eyes and before she realized it, she started crying.

As soon as she started crying everyone around her stopped talking. She realized she was making a fool of herself so she tried hard to stop crying but she couldn’t.

“Aurora.. ssshhh.. it’s okay. He’s gonna be okay.” Maya sat next to her and embraced her.

Maya rubbed her back gently and continued to say soothing words to her that successfully calmed her down. 

“I’m sorry.” She sniffled as she released herself from Maya’s embrace.

“It’s okay. I know you’re worried sick about him. We all are. But I think, judging from how he fell down, he’s gonna be okay. It wasn’t that bad.” Maya said, patting her arm gently.

“Oh I really hope so.” She replied, sighing.

Maya offered her some tissues and she took them gratefully. She wiped her eyes and cleaned her nose then looked up to see Chris, Chace and Anthony all were staring at her with their eyebrows furrowed.

Chris smiled a little when she looked at him and she smiled back. Then he turned away and started talking to Anthony and Chace. She couldn’t hear what they were talking about as they were standing a good distance from her. Once in a while all three of them glanced at her and she couldn’t help but feel they were talking about her.

She took a deep breath and turned away from them. She realized her crying publicly would make people talk but she didn’t care. It was what she felt about him and she couldn’t hide it.

Finally the ER door opened and a male doctor came out.

“Family of Mr. Stan?” The doctor called out.

“We’re his colleagues, doctor. His family is not here.” Maya stood up and approached the doctor and she immediately followed her.

Maya explained who she was and the doctor nodded.

“Well, Mr.Stan is doing okay. We’ve examined him and cleaned his wounds. We’ve done an X-ray on him and thankfully he doesn’t have any broken bones. He only suffers from a sprain on his right wrist and right ankle, and some minor cuts and bruises on his arms and legs.” The doctor explained.

She breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she heard the doctor’s explanation.

“Oh thank God.” She exclaimed.

“How long will his recovery take, doctor?” Maya asked.

“Well, he has stage 1 sprain on his wrist and stage 2 sprain on his ankle. His wrist can heal in about one to three weeks while his ankle can heal in about two to four weeks. He needs complete rest for at least two weeks.” The doctor explained.

“I see. Is he allowed to go home?” Maya continued to ask.

“Yes, we’re preparing some medicines for him to bring home. As soon as they’re ready and the administration is done he can go home.” The doctor said.

“Can we see him?” She quickly asked.

“Of course but please keep it down and we can only allow a maximum of two people in at any one time. We also need someone to take care of the administration.” The doctor said.

“Of course, doctor. We’ll take care of the administration.” Maya nodded.

“Alright. Is there anything else you would like to ask?” The doctor asked, his eyes scanned hers and everyone else’s.

“No, doctor. I think that would be all.” Maya responded.

“Very well. Now if you’ll excuse me.” The doctor nodded then excused himself.

As soon as the doctor was gone Maya turned to her. “I think you can go in first, Aurora.”

“Oh.. yeah. Okay. Don’t you want to see him too?” She asked.

“Yes, but I’m going to take care of the administration first.” Maya replied and she nodded.

“What about the others?” She asked, turning to look at the others.

“You can go in first, Aurora. We’ll go in after you.” Chace said and she nodded.

She took a deep breath and slowly opened the ER door. She found herself standing in the middle among rows and rows of hospital beds, some covered with curtains while some others, the empty ones, were opened.

She wasn’t sure where Sebastian’s bed was but a nurse noticed when she entered the room and recognition flashed in her eyes.

“Over here, Miss Watson.” The nurse said and she guided her towards an area at the very end of the room.

A curtain covered the area and the nurse slowly opened it then beckoned for her to come inside.

“Mr.Stan, Miss Watson is here.” The nurse said, smiling at Sebastian.

She stood next to the nurse then the nurse quickly left them, closing the curtain behind her, leaving her standing by the side of the bed alone.

Relief coursed through her as she looked at him and found his perfect face staring back at her. He stared back at her and for a split second she could see the look of adoration in his eyes but then it was quickly gone and he immediately looked indifferent.

“Hi.” She croaked, her heart plummeted at his reaction but she tried to mask her disappointment.

“Hi.” Sebastian replied, glancing at her for a second then looked down.

She studied his face and thankfully she found no wounds or cuts on them, he just looked tired. Then her eyes scanned his arm. She found some cuts and bruises along his arm and there was a cold compress placed on his right wrist. She couldn’t see his legs because they were covered by a blanket.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, fighting the urge to place her hand on his.

“Like I just fell off a bike.” He chuckled and she laughed.

“The doctor said you have sprains on your wrist and ankle?” She asked.

“Yeah. God, this is going to push back the filming schedule.” He responded, a hint of frustration in his voice.

“Well, your recovery is the number one priority, Sebastian. I’m sure Maya and the others will understand.” She said and for an moment he turned and gazed at her softly but then his mouth turned into a frown and he sighed.

“Yeah, but still. Almost all of the scenes in this movie have me in them. I just hope I can recover quickly.” He said, still with some frustration in his voice.

“I’m sure you can. You just need to rest completely for at least two weeks.”

“Yeah. Definitely not looking forward to that.” He grumbled.

“I’m sorry..” She trailed. Seeing him being upset saddened her and she wished she could do something to make him happy.

He turned to look at her and gazed at her for a moment. “Are you okay? You look like you didn’t sleep all night.”

“Oh! I’m.. fine. I.. umm.. couldn’t sleep last night. It’s not important.” She quickly said. For a split second she thought of asking him about his difference in behavior towards her but she realized it was not the right time.

“Stressed about something?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“No.. it’s nothing. Like I said, it’s not important.” she brushed it off and he nodded.

“Okay. Where are the others?” He asked.

“Outside in the waiting room.” She replied.

“Oh okay. Could you call them in? I’d like to talk to them.” He requested and once again she felt her heart plummeted.

“Oh, of course. I’ll go and get them.” She nodded.

“Thank you, Aurora.” He smiled softly at her but then quickly turned his eyes away, leaving her with a gaping hole in her chest.

“You’re welcome, Sebastian.” She said then she quickly turned around and opened the curtain, fighting the urge to cry again.

It was clear to her that he didn't want her around and the fact broke her. She wasn't sure what she did wrong. As much as she wanted to be there for him, he didn't want her, so after she called the others to come into the ER she decided to go home. She couldn't deal with the situation.

“Aurora? Where are you going?” Hannah called out after she told the boys that Sebastian wanted to see them and she walked towards the exit of the hospital.

“I forgot that I have an appointment, Hannah. I have to go.” She said as she tried hard to stop herself from crying again.

“Oh. Okay. I thought you would want to accompany Sebastian until he gets home.” Hannah remarked.

“Yeah. He has his friends that can help him with that.” She shrugged. “I'll see you later.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I'll see you later Aurora.” Hannah replied, still with a slightly confused look on her face.

She smiled then quickly turned around and exited the hospital.

When she finally got home she couldn't hold back the tears anymore. She ran up towards her room passing Rosa who was cleaning the living room and went straight to the bedroom. She slammed the bedroom door shut and fell on the bed, her face buried on the bed while she sat on the floor. Sebastian's indifferent face kept flashing through her mind and a heavy feeling covered her heart like a blanket.

She had high hopes that with Aurora gone they would get closer. She remembered all the times he gazed at her with admiration in his eyes and how he had made the moves to kiss her several times. Were they all just her imagination? Was she making things up? But Aurora saw it too. Everything changed after Aurora went to jail. Did something happen after that? She couldn't imagine what could cause his difference in behavior towards her.

“Aurora, are you okay?” Rosa called out from behind the bedroom door.

She sniffled and finally stopped crying, wiping the tears from her eyes. 

“I'm.. I'm fine Rosa!” She shouted but her voice shook.

“Can I come in?” Rosa asked.

She didn't answer right away. Then it occurred to her. Rosa knew Aurora and Sebastian before she did. Maybe she could help shed light on the situation. So she stood up and slowly opened the bedroom door and found Rosa, staring at her with her eyebrows furrowed.

“I'm sorry, Aurora. Are you alright?” Rosa asked.

“No.” She shook her head.

“I'm sorry to hear that, Aurora. Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?” Rosa asked.

“As a matter of fact, yes. Come on in, Rosa, I need to ask you something.” She said as she opened the bedroom door wider and Rosa got in.

She guided Rosa to sit across from her on the sofa then took a deep breath. Rosa placed her hand on hers and squeezed it.

“What would you like to ask me, Aurora?” Rosa asked gently.

“I.. I was just wondering. What do you think of Sebastian?” She asked.

“Mr.Stan? What about him?” Rosa asked, her eyebrows raised.

She started telling Rosa about Sebastian's change in behavior towards her. At times throughout her story she thought of letting Rosa know who she really was inside but she didn't want to sound crazy so she ended up not telling her.

“So, am I crazy for thinking that he's been behaving differently towards me?” She asked.

“Oh Aurora, from what you told me, yes, there seems to be a difference in behavior. I can't say for certain because I wasn't there when you met him. But I don't think you're crazy for thinking that. You've known him for about a year now. So I'm sure you would notice if his behavior changed towards you.” Rosa answered.

“Okay. If I'm not crazy then, why though? It seemed like he changed overnight. The last time I saw him, he was still his old self towards me. And then.” She snapped her fingers.

“Just like that, he changed completely. I don't understand.” She sighed, leaning back on the sofa and frowned.

“Well, if my husband starts acting like that towards me, I would think that I probably did something wrong but I didn't realize it. Men are quiet creatures, Aurora. They are conditioned to keep their feelings inside and not express them easily. Unlike us, women. So, maybe you can just ask him. Or, before you ask him, you can try and get into his heart by doing something that can make him happy.” Rosa suggested.

“Oh, that's a really good point, Rosa. But I wonder what can make him happy.” She said as the heaviness in her heart gradually started to be lifted.

“In my experience, food is the way to a man's heart.” Rosa winked.

“Oh okay. That's a good idea.” She smiled.

“Thank you Rosa.” She reached out and hugged her, startling Rosa little.

“Oh you're welcome, Aurora. You know I can help you if you want.” Rosa released her and winked again. She smiled as an idea popped in her mind.

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Sebastian's injury caused significant changes to the shooting schedule. Her scenes were mostly with Sebastian and Jennifer. Seeing how Sebastian wasn't able to do any filming for two weeks, Maya decided to reschedule all the shoot and put almost every scene that didn't have Sebastian in it to be shot during the two weeks that Sebastian was absent. She was scheduled to do her shoot with Jennifer for the remainder of that week, leaving the following week free for her until Sebastian had recovered.

After listening to Rosa's advice she decided to follow it. So every morning before she went to Universal Studio to do her shoot, she dropped by Sebastian's apartment and gave him a box of gifts and food.

On the first day she put an assortment of pastries Rosa had baked along with her infamous chicken salad sandwich. She also included some of Rosa's healthy smoothies and juices in bottles that he could consume throughout the day. Along with the pastries and smoothies she included a poetry book, 'Vital Signs: Poems of Illness and Healing', a collection of powerful and courageous poems in response to the human experience of illness and healing. She hoped he could find some comfort and strength from reading it. She also wrote a personalized card and wished him to get well soon.

Sebastian texted her later that day, saying thank you to her and asked her to give his thanks to Rosa. She just replied with a simple “You're welcome”. She wasn't sure what else to say.

On the second day she decided to give him a complete healthy breakfast and lunch, all prepared by her and Rosa including her signature buttermilk pancakes but using healthier ingredients and a healthy vegan wrap she thought he would like. She also put in again several bottles of Rosa's juices and smoothies. In addition to the food and drink, this time she added a CD consisting of gentle classical music that is supposed to help someone from dealing with pain. She also wrote another personalized card wishing him to get well soon and wishing him happiness despite everything.

Again, Sebastian texted her later that day to thank her, but he also included a picture of the box consisting of everything she gave him and his face smiling next to it.

She smiled as she saw his face and replied how happy she was to see him smile.

Encouraged by how he reacted, she decided to continue giving him the food and gifts. It became something she had fun planning and doing. She put a lot of thought into what she put in the box, making sure she added food that contained ingredients that she knew was his favorite, like cashews, blueberries, chocolates and peanut butter and of course she also put in other gifts like books, CDs and Blu-ray of movies, knowing he liked to read, listen to music and watch movies.

Everyday after she gave him the treasure box - that was how she liked to refer to them now -  Sebastian always texted her to thank her and she always replied to him back saying she hoped that he could enjoy her gifts and she wished him speedy recovery.

However, that was as far as their communication would go. After she replied to him, he never texted her back. After the sixth day she started to feel rather hopeless. She had hoped Sebastian would respond more by sending her more messages or maybe call her or something. But he did nothing of the sort. Making her wonder again if he really didn't like her. She knew she could ask him about it but somehow she still felt uncomfortable to ask him directly about it.

On that sixth day after she started giving Sebastian his gifts, the private investigators contacted her again, asking for confirmation to her on whether or not she wanted them to continue to track the Gypsy woman down. In her frustration at how Sebastian had reacted, she decided that maybe it was time to start looking for the Gypsy woman again. She realized she and Aurora couldn't possibly stay switched forever, and what was the use of her staying in Aurora's body if Sebastian didn't like her. So she decided to visit Aurora to ask her about it.

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Century Regional Detention Facility (Lynwood Jail), Lynwood, California - July 25th 2023, 2 pm

The warden opened the door of the prison visiting room, revealing several small booths with windows and phones hanging on the walls by the side of the windows. Several people were sitting in the booths. She decided to sit in one booth the furthest away from other people. 

The window in front of her showed nothing, but moments later Aurora walked in and sat in front of her. Her heart tugged a little as she saw her own body, looking thinner than she had ever seen herself. There were circles under her eyes, and her skin looked pale and dull. 

She picked up the phone on the wall next to her and Aurora did the same.

“Hey, how are you?” She asked.

“Considering the circumstances, miraculously fine.” Aurora snickered.

“How are you? Having fun in my body?” Aurora continued to sneer.

“Yeah. Not so much.” She sighed, making Aurora's eyebrows shot up.

“And why is that?” Aurora asked, leaning closer to the window, her eyes showed deep curiosity.

“It's.. umm.. nothing. Anyway, Aurora, the reason I'm here is that the private investigators contacted me. They said they have a lead on where the Gypsy woman might be but they need five thousand dollars to pursue the lead because she seems to be out of the country.” She explained. She wasn't planning on spilling her feelings to Aurora so she knew she had to cut to the chase.

“Oh.. okay. Interesting.” Aurora said, leaning back on her chair.

“So.. yeah. I just wanted to ask you whether you agree with it or not.” She said.

“Hmm.. I can't tell if you're just stupid or if there's some kind of game you're playing.” Aurora stated, still staring at her curiously.

She sighed.

“Aurora. I just think that it's impossible for us to stay switched forever. So, we do need to find that Gypsy woman so we can switch back. I mean, isn't that what you wanted?” She asked.

“Yes, but I know it's not what you want. Not with you being an actress and getting closer to Seb.. wait.. this is about Seb isn't it?” Aurora said, leaning back towards the window, a gleam in her eyes and her mouth turned up into an evil smile.

“No, it's not about Sebastian.” She lied but Aurora was smarter than she gave her credit for.

“Ha! I knew it! Something must have happened between the two of you and it's not what I feared it was.” Aurora cackled and she took a deep breath.

“Did he dump you? Did he end up not liking you after all? Like he didn't like me all this time?” Aurora asked eagerly.

Aurora's words seemed to switch a lightbulb in her head and she thought she finally figured it out, the reason of Sebastian's behavior towards her! Of course! He must have thought she was still the old Aurora and he didn't like the old Aurora, so that was why he didn't like her either. lt was all the more reason for them to switch back. But of course she couldn't say all that to Aurora.

“Look, Aurora, I just need your permission to give the private investigators five thousand dollars so they can continue to track the Gypsy woman down. I'm not here to talk about Sebastian.” She said sternly.

“Fine. Of course you get my permission. No matter how much money they want, give it to them.” Aurora said.

“Okay. That's all I need to know.” She said and she put the phone back on the wall.

“Wait!” Aurora called out, putting her palm on the window.

She sighed and picked up the phone again.

“What?” She asked coldly.

“Is Paris okay?” Aurora asked.

“She's fine. We did the dog food commercial last week and she had a lot of fun doing it.” She replied and Aurora nodded, a look of relief flashed on her face.

“What about my mom? You're supposed to meet up with her tomorrow.” Aurora asked.

“Yeah, she called me earlier today, she's in Singapore with your cousin so she can't meet you, I mean me.” She answered, feeling kind of sorry for Aurora.

Aurora's face turned sour as soon as she heard her answer. 

“Okay.” Aurora said. Miraculously that was all she said. She was ready to bear witness to Aurora's rage but she seemed strangely calm about it even though she clearly didn't like to hear the information from her.

“Anything else?” She asked.

“No. Thanks.” Aurora replied and her eyebrows shot up. Aurora, thanking her?! That was a first, she noted.

“So you thank people now?” She teased.

“Yeah. Why not.” Aurora shrugged.

“Oookay.. that’s good progress, Aurora.” She smiled and Aurora just rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I guess I'll see you later.” She said and Aurora nodded.

She finally put the phone back on the wall and Aurora did the same. Aurora left her without saying anything else, leaving her somewhat amazed at Aurora's slight change of behavior.

She left the prison Aurora was in and immediately contacted the private investigators, telling them she would transfer the money to them later on that day. Then her mind went to Sebastian. She had a feeling what she thought about him earlier was correct, but of course she wouldn't know for sure unless she asked him. However she wasn't brave enough to ask him directly and she thought that it would seem weird if she did.

Now that the private investigators were going to actively search for the Gypsy woman, she realized she might not have that much time being in Aurora's body. And that meant her time being near Sebastian was also coming to an end.

She couldn't help but feel her heart bleed as she thought about it. She couldn't bear switching back into her own body not having said her goodbye. Because she knew if they switched while Aurora was still in prison, Aurora could tell him where she was and she doubted Sebastian would want to have anything to do with her after that.

So she decided to give him one last gift and pull out all the stops for it. Even if he didn't want to see her again, at least she had given her all in expressing her love for him through the gifts.

For the last treasure box she was going to give him she decided to bake skinny peanut butter and chocolate cupcakes. She knew he loved both, peanut butter and chocolate so why not join them together in what she thought was the best combination. But she also knew Sebastian was watching his diet so she found a healthy recipe using oat flour and brown sugar for the cupcakes as well as Greek yogurt and cream cheese as the base for the creamy frosting. 

The other thing she decided to put into the treasure box was pizza. She decided to try her best to bake a pizza similar to the one from Rubirosa restaurant in NYC, Sebastian's favorite pizza place. She decided to bake the Rubirosa Supreme, which was a pizza with tomatoes, mozzarella, pepperoni, mini meatball and roasted garlic but she substituted some of the ingredients for a healthier version. Rosa helped her of course but she tried to do as much of the cooking as she could, putting all her heart and soul into it, knowing it might be the last time she could express her love for Sebastian.

In addition to the pizza she also included green salad, Rosa's juices and smoothies and she completed it with a bottle of almond Macadamia latte she made herself based on the recipe she learned while she was working at Go Get ‘Em Tiger.

As for the additional gift aside from the food she decided to put a beautiful poem she found from a young poet named Whitney Hanson, and wrote it by hand on a card.

The poem wasn't exactly a love declaration but it was something she had felt about him for a long time. Being his fan for many years she had witnessed him dating different women and sometimes she felt like she could see how some of them didn't make him happy and didn't have his best interest at heart. So there was nothing more that she wished for him than for him to find love with someone who truly loved him for who he was. Someone whom he was truly happy with. Even if that someone was not herself.

It took a while for her to prepare everything so it was almost noon when she was finally ready. 

She arrived at his apartment half an hour later, carrying a large decorated picnic basket. She decided to put everything into a picnic basket as it was easier to carry and could contain more items than regular boxes.

The security officer at his apartment smiled as she approached his desk.

“Miss Watson, I thought you weren't going to come today.” The security officer said.

“Oh, I had a lot to prepare so that's why I'm late.” She said, putting the picnic basket on the desk in front of them.

“Well, Mr.Stan is one lucky man.” He smiled. 

“Oh, that's really nice of you to say that, Michael.” She smiled back.

“Well that's just the truth.” He winked, making her blush a little.

“Anyway, could you give this to him please?” She asked.

“I'm sorry but I can't, Miss Watson.” Michael said.

“Oh? Why is that?” She asked curiously.

“Because he said you should come up and give it to him yourself.” Michael winked and her heart seemed to jump out of her chest.

“He wants me to come up?” She asked, not believing her ears.

“Yes, that's what he told me this morning, Miss Watson. Come, let me take you to the elevator.” Michael smiled then grabbed the picnic basket in one hand from the desk and beckoned for her to come with him towards the elevators.

Michael pushed a button on the wall next to an elevator. The elevator opened and he walked into it with her following behind him. He swiped an access key card onto the elevator panel and pushed the button to the uppermost floor. He gave the picnic basket back to her hand then exited the elevator.

“Thank you Michael!” She said as the elevator door started to close.

“You're welcome, Miss Watson.” Michael saluted her, making her smile.

Once the elevator door was closed she felt her heartbeat rise as the elevator started to ascend. Finally, she could see him again!

The elevator ascended slowly and as it ascended, she could feel her heart pounding even faster in her chest, butterflies flew around in her stomach and her palms started to sweat.

What should I say to him? She pondered as she looked up to see the floor display above her and noticed she was just two floors away from the top.

The elevator dinged and the door slowly opened. She took a deep breath and made a silent prayer in her heart.

Just be yourself. She felt like someone was saying that to her and she nodded. That was good advice, she thought.

She stepped out of the elevator and found herself in Sebastian's sitting room. There was a built-in minimalist bar in front of her and a sitting area with two large light gray sofas and a glass coffee table next to it.

It wasn't the first time that she was there but the penthouse still took her breath away with its European oak flooring, giant marble and limestone walls, and jaw dropping floor-to-ceiling windows that were lined up throughout the penthouse, showcasing an unobstructed view from the Griffith Observatory to the Pacific Ocean. 

“Hello?!” She called out and looked to her left towards the kitchen and living room but she couldn't see him.

She turned to her right and almost dropped the picnic basket in her hand as she saw Sebastian standing in the aisle. Both their jaws dropped as they looked at each other. His hands were holding the only thing that prevented him from being completely naked in front of her, a towel around his waist. 

She closed her eyes immediately but couldn't shake the image of his glorious naked upper body still glistening from the shower he obviously just took and the way his hair dripping wet with water fell beautifully by the side of his perfect eyes.

“I'm sorry, Sebastian! I didn't mean to just barge in.” She said, still closing her eyes and feeling the warmth rising from her neck up to her cheeks.

“It's okay, Aurora.” Sebastian chuckled. 

“Please have a seat, I'm going to put some clothes on and will be right with you.” He continued with a gentle voice. 

“Okay.” She nodded.

Oh how much she missed listening to his voice, she thought as she turned around and opened her eyes. She decided to sit on the nearest sofa and put the picnic basket onto the coffee table.

She realized as she put the picnic basket on the table that she was shaking. She took a deep breath and tried hard to stop the shaking. She wouldn't want to be an embarrassment now that she finally could see him again.

Calm down. Calm down. She closed her eyes and repeated the mantra in her head.

Moments later she could hear gentle footsteps walking towards her so she opened her eyes. Sebastian was walking towards her, wearing just a white t-shirt and shorts. He smiled wide as he looked at her, making her heart skip a beat. She couldn't help but smile widely back at him, feeling like her heart soar from her chest as she saw his bright smile. But then she noticed he was limping as he walked and her smile was immediately gone. She could see his right ankle still swollen but it seemed he wasn't in too much pain, which made her glad.

“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you coming in.” Sebastian said as he finally arrived in front of her and sat on a sofa next to her.

“It's okay, Sebastian. I should have knocked or pressed a bell or something.” She said, blushing again as the image of his half naked body flashed through her mind.

“Yeah, there isn't exactly a bell. Michael was supposed to call through the intercom downstairs but I guess he forgot.” Sebastian shrugged.

“Oh! Yeah, he immediately ushered me into the elevator.” She chuckled.

“Oh okay, I should have known.” He laughed, making her heart warm. 

“So, umm.. how are you feeling?” She asked, looking up at him. She couldn't help but notice how bright he seemed and she wondered why that was, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulder.

“Good, thank you. My wrist is so much better now. I can freely use it, almost like before I had the sprain.” He replied.

“Oh that's good. I'm happy to hear that.” She smiled.

“Yeah.” He smiled back and gazed at her softly, making her heart skip a beat. 

Her heart soared from her chest as she noticed that this time he didn't look away. He continued to gaze at her with adoration in his eyes, making her heart beat so fast in her chest.

“How's your ankle?” She asked, glancing towards his ankle, trying hard to keep her cool.

“It's still swollen, as you can see. But it doesn't hurt as much. I should use a crutch but it's a pain in the ass you know.”

“Oh yeah, I know.” She commented, remembering the time she had to use crutches to move around after she sprained her ankle during the audition for Pumping Black.

“You've had an ankle sprain before?” He asked.

“Yeah, ankle sprain, broken arm, dislocated shoulder, you name it.” She chuckled and Sebastian smiled although with a slight confusion on his face.

Just then she realized she was talking about herself and not Aurora.

“Funny you never mentioned them to me.” He said, gazing at her curiously.

“Yeah.. well.. they happened a long long time ago. It's not important.” She said, trying to dismiss it.

“Yeah. I guess there are a lot we don't know about each other, despite having been ‘together’ for over a year.” He said, making quotation gestures with his fingers.

“Right, yeah.” She nodded, hoping she wasn't messing things up.

“By the way, I brought something for you.” She said, gesturing towards the picnic basket.

“Oh, right. Wow, a picnic basket? Are you asking me to go on a picnic?” He asked with a glimmer in his eyes.

“Not exactly.” She chuckled. “I just thought it has a bigger space than the usual treasure boxes I gave you, and it looks beautiful too.”

“Yeah, I agree. Although, I wouldn't say no to a nice picnic in a park.” He winked and she could feel her face reddened.

She wasn't sure why but it seemed he was back to his old self again towards her. It made her happy of course but also curious why that was.

“By the way, you call them treasure boxes?” He asked.

“Yeah.. I.. uh.. just thought they kind of are boxes of treasures.” She said, feeling her face getting even redder.

“Well, you're right about that. I really loved them. They truly felt like treasures. I look forward to opening them everyday. And I really appreciate all the thought you have put into each one. I.. uh.. I never knew you paid attention to what food and things I like. Thank you so much for that. I truly appreciate it.” He smiled warmly at her, making her heart swell in her chest.

“Oh, you're welcome, Sebastian. I just… it broke my heart to see you in so much pain after the incident and I just wanted to make you feel happy.” She said and Sebastian gazed at her with complete adoration in his eyes.

“Thank you, Aurora.” He said, reaching out and squeezed her hand. His gentle touch sent shivers down her spine and she froze as they continued to gaze at each other.

“You know you also made my mom happy.” He smiled then broke his gaze at her and released her hand.

“Your mom?” She asked, her eyebrows raised. As she looked at him she noticed how cold her hand felt and wished he had not released his hand from hers. His hand felt perfect on hers.

“Yeah. She stayed with me after the incident. I couldn't use my wrist and I couldn't walk with my ankle like this so I was in a wheelchair and needed some assistance.” He explained and she felt her heart break as she listened to him.

“Oh, Sebastian, it must have been hard on you. I wish you could have told me. I could come and help you too.” She said, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I.. umm.. I didn't want to bother you, Aurora. Besides, you didn't seem to care when I had Covid last year, so..” He shrugged and her eyes widened.

“You had Covid last year?” She asked, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, like.. two months after we met.” He replied. “You don't remember?”

“Oh.. yeah. I'm sorry if I didn't seem to care.” She said as she felt a little angry at Aurora for not caring when Sebastian was sick. No wonder he didn't like her.

“It's fine. I guess you had a different priority back then.” He said and she nodded vigorously.

“Yeah, I did. And I'm really sorry about that.” She repeated.

“It's okay. I mean, we weren't really close back then. So.. “ He trailed and she nodded.

“I guess we weren't. Anyway, is your mom still here?” She asked.

“No, she went back home yesterday evening. My wrist is so much better and I can walk a little even if I still limp. She has some things to do back home so she had to leave.” he explained.

“Well, I'm here now, Sebastian. If you need my help in doing anything, just let me know.” She said. This time she reached out and squeezed his hand.

His face broke into a smile and he placed his other hand on top of hers and squeezed it.

“Thank you, Aurora. I really appreciate it.” He smiled warmly at her.

“You're welcome, Sebastian.” She smiled back, feeling like she was on cloud nine.

Slowly he started to lean towards her and she wondered if he would try to kiss her again. Her heart beat faster in her chest as she waited for him to make the move.

Suddenly a large golden retriever appeared between them, barking loudly. She jumped in surprise as she saw the dog.

“Zander!” Sebastian called out and Zander stopped barking.

“I'm so sorry, Aurora. I guess he's hungry.” Sebastian said as he started to stand up slowly.

“It's okay, Sebastian. Let me help.” She chuckled as she stood up as well. 

She took his hand and put his right arm around her shoulder then circled her left arm around his waist.

“Aurora, I'm heavy. Are you sure you can?” Sebastian protested.

“Don't worry, I can.” She looked up at him and smiled warmly at him, making him smile back.

“Okay.” He nodded.

Slowly she started to guide him to walk towards the kitchen. The move reminded her of how he took care of her after she sprained her ankle and after he accidentally hit her with his car on Mulholland Drive. She was glad she could return the favor somehow.

They finally arrived at the kitchen and he took a seat on one of the stools by the kitchen island.

“Thank you, Aurora.” He smiled.

“Of course.” She smiled back. “So, where is his food?”

“Oh it's at the bottom drawer over there. His bowl should be there as well.” Sebastian said, pointing towards a drawer behind her.

“Okay.” She nodded and she opened the drawer and started preparing the dog food.

“Good boy, Zander. There's a good boy.” She cooed as she finished putting dog food in Zander's bowl and Zander immediately started eating. She knelt beside Zander for a moment and stroked the dog's fur gently then she released him to enjoy his food.

She stood up from her kneeling position and turned around to find Sebastian, staring at her with adoration in his eyes, making her blush.

“Thank you, Aurora.” He smiled.

“You’re welcome, Sebastian.” She smiled.

“So, do you want to show me what you have for me in the picnic basket?” He asked with a twinkle in the corner of his eyes.

“Oh yeah!” She said excitedly.

She went back to the sitting room to pick up the picnic basket and put it onto the kitchen island in front of him.

“So, I know you like pizza from Rubirosa, so I made you the closest pizza to Rubirosa's that I can make.” She said, pulling out the pizza box from inside the picnic basket and opening it.

“Oh my God. I can't believe it! That's like, that's exactly Rubirosa Supreme!” He gushed and his hand immediately reached out to pick up a slice.

She laughed as she saw his reaction and hoped it was as good as it looked.

“Mmm… mmmhmmm.. this is.. even better than Rubirosa.” Sebastian said after he swallowed the pizza and took another bite.

“Really? You're not just saying it to make me happy are you?” She asked and he immediately shook his head while still munching the pizza.

“I assure you.. I'm not lying.” He said as he finally finished his pizza and swallowed.

“I’m glad you like it.” She smiled and he smiled back.

“Okay, what else do you have in there?” He asked eagerly, making her chuckle.

“Well.. I want you to still have your healthy portion of fiber so I brought you garden salad.” She said as she picked up the box with the garden salad in it and gave it to him.

“Oh of course, everyone needs a healthy portion of salad everyday.” He said, smiling as he accepted the salad from her.

“But right now I don't really feel like eating salad. No offense.” He continued.

“None taken.” She laughed.

“Do you have dessert there?” He asked, trying to peek into the picnic basket.

“Well, I do but I need you to drink this first.” She said as she pulled out a bottle of smoothie from the basket and gave it to him.

“Oohhh.. yeah. Let's not forget, Rosa's famous smoothie.” He smiled as he received the bottle from her and opened it.

“Mmm.. so refreshing.” He said after he took a gulp and winked at her, making her chuckle.

“Okay, so.. time for dessert?” He asked and she laughed.

“You have such a sweet tooth, aren't you?” She commented as she reached inside the picnic basket and pulled out the box of cupcakes.

“Yes, guilty as charged.” He said and she laughed again.

“Well, you're gonna love this.” She commented as she slowly opened the box of cupcakes and his face brightened as he saw them.

“Oh.. wow.. that looks absolutely delicious!” He gushed as he reached out and picked up a cupcake.

“And it looks so pretty too.” He commented as he stared at the cupcake in his hand as if he was studying a piece of jewelry.

“Try it.” She smiled and he nodded.

He took a bite and smiled as he chewed it.

“You combined two of my most favorite ingredients for dessert.” He commented after he finished his first bite.

“And the result is?” She asked, teasing him.

“Absolute heaven!” He exclaimed as he took another bite, leaving some frosting on his upper lip, making her laugh.

“What?” He asked.

“You have.. some frosting on your..” She said as she gestured and pointed onto her own upper lip.

“Oh.. right..” He said, his tongue licked his upper lip clean, making her swallow hard as she imagined what it was like to kiss him and had his tongue on hers.

“Aren't you going to try one?” He asked, oblivious to her inappropriate thoughts about him.

“Oh! Yeah. Okay.” She blinked, willing herself to let go of the thoughts in her head and picked up a cupcake.

She took a bite and felt like she was transported to heaven for a moment. The cupcake was moist and soft with the right amount of sweetness and bitterness from the chocolate while the frosting was creamy and absolutely decadent. 

“Mmm.. this is really good.” She commented as she continued to finish her cupcake.

“Right? Didn't you try it before?” He asked.

“Well, I tried them separately, the cupcake and the frosting. I didn't know that it would taste so heavenly when combined.” She commented.

“Well it does taste like heaven.” He smiled.

“I'm glad you like it, Sebastian.” She smiled back at him. 

“Oh I absolutely loved it!” He gushed, making her smile again.

Suddenly he stared at her intently, his eyes traveled to her lips and she felt her breath hitch as he reached out and gently touched the corner of her lips with his index finger.

“You have some frosting there..” He said in a husky voice, making her heart flutter.

He licked the frosting he just cleaned from her lips and she swallowed hard, blushing furiously.

“Th.. thank you.” She stammered.

“You're welcome.” He smiled.

“I.. uh.. have two more things here for you.” She continued, turning away from him, heart beating fast in her chest.

“Oh, okay.” Sebastian nodded.

“I made this one myself. I hope you like it.” She said as she pulled out the bottle of almond Macadamia latte from the picnic basket and gave it to him.

“Oh, what is this?” He asked, receiving the bottle from her.

“Something you like to order at Go Get ‘Em Tiger.” She winked and he smiled.

He opened the bottle and took a sip. “Wow! This is exactly like the one they make at Go Get ‘Em Tiger.”

“Yeah, I.. I found out the recipe from Y/n.” 

“Well that explained it.” He chuckled. “How is Y/n by the way? I haven't seen her since we started shooting.” 

Her heart felt warm as she listened to him. It felt good to know he still cared about her real self.

“Oh, Y/n has.. umm.. a personal thing to deal with. She needed to go to her parents. So..” she replied quickly.

“Oh okay. Hope everything is okay with her and her family.” He commented.

“I think so. Anyway, that was all the food and drink I have for you.” She said as she didn't want the conversation to go too much in her direction.

"But, I have something else for you.” She said, blushing a little as she nervously pulled out the card with the poetry on it.

“Oh, what is that?” Sebastian asked, raising his eyebrows.

“It's.. umm.. a poem. Not by me.” She quickly added and Sebastian nodded.

“I just.. umm.. this is something that I have been wishing for you.” She said, her voice shook a little and Sebastian gazed at her softly.

“Why don't we move to the sofa in the living room where it's more comfortable. You can read me the poem there.” He suggested. 

“Oh yeah, okay.” She immediately stood up, put the card with the poem in her pocket then placed Sebastian’s arm around her shoulder again. She helped him stand up and walk towards the sofa.

“Here we are.” She said as both of them sat down on the sofa and she released his arm from around her shoulder.

“Thank you, Aurora.” Sebastian said, smiling warmly at her as she took a seat a little further from him and turned her face towards him.

“You're welcome, Sebastian.” She smiled back at him.

“So. Whenever you're ready.” Sebastian said and she nodded.

She pulled out the card from her pocket and looked down. She cleared her throat and started reading.

"They say sometimes love starts with a spark

and that might be true

but if I were to wish you a love

I wouldn't wish fire for you

You see fire is powerful

it burns bright then it's gone it's beautiful and warm but it doesn't last long

So instead of wishing you a love that burns

I wish you love like a river that twists and turns

it changes and flows

it is powerful and free

but it consistently finds its way

back to the sea

And so like the water

I hope your love is ever-growing ever-changing

I hope your love is powerful and free

and may you always find each other

like the river finds the sea"

She finished reading and looked up to see Sebastian, gazing at her with his mouth slightly opened and his eyes looking at her in wonder.

Her heart beat so fast in her chest as she gazed at him, waiting for more reaction from him.

“F**k it.” He suddenly said and he leaned close to her and without warning his lips crashed onto hers, startling her.

His hands cupped her face as he continued to kiss her desperately. Fireworks exploded in her chest as their lips meld into each other. Her hands pulled the back of his neck closer and they continued to kiss, with the beautiful Los Angeles skyline as the witness to the start of their love story. A story she never thought she would ever experience.

Chapter 16 >

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[tdoong15]

Can you do 2yeon a parents of twice girl and they give birth to tzuyu and they bring her home and they help their mama take care of their newborn sister

Hello of course I can do this, I hope you enjoy it :)

Baby!Tzuyu, Kids!SaMoJiMiDaChae, Parents!2yeon. Ft Blackpink

Warnings: none

Helping out

“Aunty Nini n’ Jichu, when is mama and mommy comin’ back?” Mina lifts herself onto the couch to try to get away from Chaeyoung who was chasing her with her tiger plushie. “We're not too sure, buddy, hopefully it will be soon.” Jennie smiles reassuringly and Jisoo adds onto Jennie's sentence. “We can always message them if you want to.” Mina's eyes light up and she quickly nods her head. So with that, Jisoo took out her phone and she messaged Jeongyeon.

You: Hey, where are you guys? Your kids, specifically Mina, are wanting for you to come back.

Yoo Beep Beep💚🐶: We're on our way home now, with the newest addition to the family.

You: Oooo, well then see you three soon.

Jisoo looked up from her phone and she saw not only Mina staring at her but also Sana and Momo, which startled her a bit since she felt like she wasn't on her phone for long and within that short time Sana and Momo teleported to her, not in a literal sense though they just moved quickly over to her. “Where are mama and mommy?” Momo questions while Sana attempts to see Jisoo's messages. “They're currently driving back right now so they'll be here at any moment.”Jisoo responds which makes MiSaMo cheer in happiness, in fact Sana jumps off to tell the others.

Meanwhile with Jennie, she was now running around the house because she was being chased by Rosé, Lisa, Dahyun and Chaeyoung. “I thought the teams were meant to be more fair?!” Jennie merely escapes being hit by a flying chipmunk to her head. “It is fair. Nini you're grown up ‘n we awe kids.”Jihyo counteracts since she decided to be the referee for whatever this game was called. Jennie couldn't think of a rebuttal so she just accepted her fate.

As the game was about to start up again, Sana charged through all of them. “Mama and mommy are coming home!” Sana jumps up and down and she points to the front door, while Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun and Chaeyoung were excited, Rosé and Lisa were confused since Jisoo and Jennie were with them. “Haha Wosie ‘n Lili awe silly, it's not Aunty Nini ‘n Chichu.” Dahyun laughs at the faces Lisa and Rosé made which made the duo pout. “We knew dat! We were just… uhh just… testing you!” Lisa responded now with a smug grin on her face.

Thankfully before any arguing could start, the front door started to unlock and when it was open, Nayeon, Jeongyeon and now Tzuyu had appeared. “Hey guys, I know that you're all excited to see us, but we all need to be quiet, your youngest sister is sleeping.” Nayeon says quietly, the girls plus Jennie and Jisoo nod their heads and they let Nayeon and Jeongyeon enter the house before they all crowd around them.

“Aww she's so cute, please send us pictures whenever you feel like it.” Jennie whispers while she takes hold of Lisa's hand, Jisoo doing the same with Rosé. “We'll leave now so you guys can have some well deserved family time.” Jisoo waves goodbye and Rosé copies her mom, they then swiftly leave and Jennie and Lisa followed them once they said goodbye.

Now it was just the nine of them left, the girls got a better view of their youngest sister. “Chaeng, look you're a big sister now.” Jeongyeon mentions which makes Chaeyoung smile widely at the fact that she was no longer the youngest, however, there was a slight feeling of jealousy inside of her because she was used to being the baby out of them all, but her love for her little sister trumped the jealousy.

“As you guys know, this is your baby sister and her name is Tzuyu.” Nayeon whispers since she noticed that Tzuyu was still fast asleep. Despite everyone's attempts to stay quiet, it ultimately failed after 10 minutes since Tzuyu's eyes fluttered open due to the hushed tones all around her, she then looked around to see a whole bunch of people she didn't know so she had a confused and slightly disgusted look on her face. “Why is she lookin’ at us like dat?” Momo asks her mama and mommy. “It's because you're unfamiliar to her since this is the first time you're all meeting her.” Jeongyeon explained and there was a collective sound of ‘Ohhh’ as they all understood what was happening.

For the next couple of minutes Sana, Momo, Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun and Chaeyoung introduced themselves to Tzuyu, who just stared at them with not a single thought behind her eyes, until she saw a dog plushy on the floor, which belonged to Sana. The baby then whines softly and she keeps her eyes on the toy to indicate that she wanted it. Jihyo follows Tzuyu's eyes over towards the toy and she walks over to where the plushy was, picking it up before going back to Tzuyu and giving it to her.

Tzuyu takes the toy and she places the ear into her mouth to suck on it, Sana noticed that Tzuyu had one of her toys and she was about to complain about it when she realized that Tzuyu looked absolutely adorable like that and in that moment an idea popped into her head. “Mommy, can we pway with Tzu?” Sana asks and the other girls also decide that they want to play with Tzuyu too. “Alright then, you guys can play with Tzuyu, but we need to be gentle since she's basically incredibly fragile. Also we can play until dinner is done.” Jeongyeon tells them and they all agree to not play roughly around or with Tzuyu.

So with that in mind, Nayeon left to make dinner for everyone. She decided on cooking pizza since it was quick and easy to prepare. Everyone else was still in the lounge and they decided to play a superhero game with Jeongyeon moving Tzuyu's new toy for her and Tzuyu simply giggled and smiled whenever something interesting happened, in her opinion anyway. After 20 minutes, the pizza was ready and Nayeon sorted out slices so they were as even as possible. She had used two pizzas so people can get more than one slice and they didn't have to argue over the spare slice.

During the time everyone else ate, Nayeon sorted out Tzuyu since she was basically a newborn baby, she had to have something else to fill her up, which meant that Nayeon gave Tzuyu milk to also make her bones stronger. Once Tzuyu had finished her bottle of milk, she yawned which showed that she was about to fall asleep. “We can hewp with Chewy's night woutine. Pwease?” Mina offers to help out because she wanted to bond with Tzuyu more and so did everyone else.

Nayeon found it hard to deny them from helping her out, since it could be beneficial to have some extra hands instead of doing everything by herself or only just with Jeongyeon. “Okay, you can all join me with Tzuyu's bed time.” Nayeon smiles and she goes to go through the routine that she created and used for all of the girls when they were babies since it always worked. However, this time for Tzuyu there were 2 kids at each station to pass things to her. The only difference being when Tzuyu was placed in her crib because Dahyun decided to read Tzuyu a story despite the book being upside down and she was making everything up.

Hi, I hope that everyone has a good day/evening/night. Also sorry for the late upload I basically had a brain fart over the last couple of days.

[aurora-313]

Hi! Hope everything's fine!

I've been reading Black and Blue for a while and it's amazing, but that goes without saying. All your works and takes on Bleach are just perfect 😊. Fun fact? I hear the anime's OSTs while reading. Kaien sure is a badass when the visored theme plays, lol.

My question is: how does the other lieutenants and their 3rd seats, perhaps the younger ones, would look at Kaien? I have this question because I've been wondering specially about Yumichika and Hisagi, for some reason.

(okay, maybe it's because of the ship but that's not the point).

It's just that Yumi has that situation with his shikai and all, and Hisagi... well, honestly I've always looked at him and thought Ichigo with dark hair, so he's a tiny bit similar to Kaien, I think. If you squint.

If there isn't anything about them, please, tell me something about Kaien's trips. Did he met anything in Australia? Australian shinigamis 😂😂😂

Also, Kon thinking Ichigo had a boyfriend at the earlier chapters before Kaien saying he knew who Kon was made me laugh a lot. I could almost picture him holding a pride flag for Ichigo at some point, out of the blue lol. That's number one ally over there.

Wow, I can think of no higher compliment. I'm glad you've been enjoying my writing so much! And I'm glad my work makes you think of the OST, I frequently listen to the 03 anime's OST while writing and use them to sculpt the flow of the my chapters.

As for how the other Lieutenants will react to Kaien; well, canonically his name is still on many lips, even so long after his death. When these Lieutenants find out he's still alive - or came back to life - reactions will be understandably mixed. Aizen already pulled the stunt and tainted the gimmick. Not too hard to accuse him of being a plant to subvert the Gotei 13 (they're right. Just not the way they think, but that's spoilers).

Look at Rangiku. She was initially furious but cooled down after hearing his explanation and easily fell back into their old routine. Renji shit himself for understandable reasons, the others... well, their reactions will come in time. But given Kaien's a Visored now, I imagine that'll add another invisible divide that makes him an 'other' compared to them. First as a prodigal genius, now a Hollowfied Shinigami that they had standing orders to kill on sight until recently.

That being said, Kaien is a Shiba. When have they cared about being an outlier? He'll plow right through it with that bull-headed stubbornness and an easy-going charming smile.

But Hisagi specifically...? I sincerely believe they'd be fast friends, and I think Kaien might even defend him from Matsumoto's batting eyelashes. Plus, ya know, Kensei and Mashiro will be/is Hisagi's Captain and Co-Lieutenant, Kaien will be frequently visiting them and Hisagi will probably get roped into lunches or dinners or whatever they're doing.

As for places Kaien has travelled to: Egypt, Europe, Germany, Italy, Scandinavia, Africa. He's not met any psychopomps per se, but he has seen Valkyries (Scandenavia) and Shamans (Australia) in action.

However, there was an incident with Egyptian Priesthood in the Land of the Dead that Kaien, Kensei and Rose absolutely refuse to talk about, will violently silence anyone who tries and prefers to forget ever happened. The only comment that I'll make about that is the other Visoreds (namely Lisa and Hiyori) never thought they'd hear grown men screaming like little girls.

With Kon thinking Ichigo had a boyfriend because he was wringing his fingers over asking Kaien for help; that was just a one-off gag. A vehicle to get Ichigo and Kaien's conversation started. I wouldn't read anything into it.

Thanks for the ask~! I appreciate it. :D

[sometimesrosy]

Do you want to share some titles of your historical romance?

Some of the books I love? Sure. I'll try. I'm not great with names and titles (they start blending together imo), but these historical romances often go in series anyway.

So lets say you saw Bridgerton and loved it and wanted more. Definitely read Julia Quinn. I thought the first season was a good adaptation of The Duke and I, but there was no reason to add that awful sister-love triangle. The book was funnier, more romantic and less soapy. Although the casting is amazing. I like all eight of the books but the third (which they are skipping out of order for some reason) is actually my least favorite. Cinderella story but just a bit boring imo.

My first reintroduction to Historical (I read A Rose in Winter by Kathleen E Woodiwiss as comfort reading when I was a teen. It's old fashioned by our standards) was Lisa Kleypas, particularly the Wallflower series (Devil in Winter is famous [maybe infamous]) The Hathaways, and the Ravenels, which is still going. They all share characters and a universe but the Ravenels is the next generation.

Tessa Dare is more of a romcom vibe and her books tend to be a little lighter. Spindle Cove is about a little resort village full of spinsters, bluestockings and scandalized ladies. (A Week to be Wicked is on everyone's favorite list.) Also Girl Meets Duke and Castles Ever After series. Tessa hasn't put out a book since the quarantine so we're still waiting for the next Girl Meets Duke.

Courtney Milan is also a favorite. She's half Chinese and an ex lawyer and famously shut down the Romance Writers Association for racism the month before the quarantine. She's very active on twitter. I loved the Brother's Sinister (especially Countess Conspiracy and Suffragette Scandal) and... oh look I haven't read the other series but I did read two other books.The Devil Comes Courting, set in China with a Chinese engineer heroine and The Duke Who Didn't, with a half Chinese duke and a Chinese woman living in a little village full of immigrants.

Oh. Right now my historical romance book club is doing a season of Cat Sebastian, who mostly writes queer romances. Not mostly. She writes queer romances. Even her m/f pairings are queer. Bisexual, non binary, asexual, etc. A good portion of them are MLM and some are WLW. One of my favorites so far was Unmasked by the Marquess, where a house maid dresses as her charge's dead brother so she can get her a good marriage and ooops. Falls in love with the pan marquess.

You know. I could literally go on and on with this. So let me just end with some authors. I'll mark if they're on kindle unlimited so you can try them out without $$$)

Lorraine Heath

Elisa Braden (kindle unlimited)

SM LaViolette aka Minerva Spencer (kindle unlimited)

Eloisa James

Beverly Jenkins (Ms. Bev, she writes Black american stories)

Joanna Shupe (she mostly write Gilded Age american stories set in NYC)

Mary Balogh (not quite as spicy, lots of trauma healing, welsh)

Stacy Reid (kindle unlimited and hit or miss for me but I loved her latest The Wolf and the Wildflower [tarzan H+h who dresses as a man to be a psychiatrist it's bonkers]) Stacy is black but her characters are mainly white.

Sarah MacLean

Kerrigan Byrne (kindle unlimited)

I hope that helps. :)

[pixie-skull]

Ten Characters * Ten Fandoms * Ten Tags

Before I list the most impactful fandoms in my list, a huge shoutout and thank you too @confettipetticoats for tagging me. =D Please go watch her (Non)-Disney crossovers on Youtube as she both so talented and such an awesome pal of mine. :D So I am ranking from 10 to 0 as why not my list, so why not include zero. >:D I tried to choose fandoms I can say I am still a part of, yet not just like, but either been a fan for a long time or the given product means a lot to me.

10. Universal Studios Monsters: Now this a confusing entry as I am not someone who seen all the monster movies, but the impact and the handful of films I have seen from original to remakes, I am a huge fan of. I mean if it was not for my special interest in Mythology as is, this fandom adds to it. Does not hurt most of the bigger or well known monsters have roots in Victorian gothic literature. Favorite monster is hard, as all of them are fun their own way, but I guess my inner psychologist would choose Wolfman/Werewolf.

9. The Simpsons: Yes I agree it dragging on but still one of few shows that my full family and I bonded over, next to select shows that some family members all liked (Bones was very close to being on this list, but I never finished it). It along with other animated shows plus movies made me really want to consider voice acting for a future job. As well, I am not sure why Lisa not featured in the gif below. XD Favorite character though is Apu, plus in the video games, The Simpsons: Hit& Run and The Simpsons: Road Rage.

8. The Addams Family: I only watch the 90's movies and plan watch the original show and animated movies too, but from what I can tell of this fandom, very creepy, spooky, and kooky . XD Sorry too obvious to reference. Favorite characters are tied for the love birds (or bats would that be more in character) Morticia and Gomez. I try to avoid looking up to other people's relationships as everyone is so different, but I can deny these two are what I hope for in a relationship. If not that at least, I adore the just what the two stand for in a couple that is rarely depicted, friends and lovers, who do not settle and hate each other. Sorry but so many relationships especially parents seem to hate each other but stay nice for wanting a family. At a young age this trope I hated.

7. Avatar: The Last Airbender: Such a great show, from world building, character arches, animation, voice acting, and much more. I rarely find myself wishing if I could voice act in something, but this a show that and overall franchise I would be so happy to be a part of. Plus Aang such a well done character and often I do not relate to a character's personality as much I had with him. If from his trying to best to see in others but grows to be selective of who to open up to, being seen as both so young but an old Soul, awkward but willing to laugh at himself, and wants to hear a different point of view or at least learn more of life are few of other traits I can relate to in him. That being said I also can relate to Iroh for similar but in his own way, traits prior. He the supportive, fun, but heartfelt uncle I hope I can be. Yes I am tied between Aang and Iroh. XD

6. Owl House: Yes, a newer product on my list, but can anyone blame me? XD I am still so sad it was short as was, but hopefully come back. It had so much to offer, my newest comfort character is Eda and I am so picky of my comfort characters*, but dang this show you can tell had so much thought and carefully planned, and more. Eda the character I like most from the show too. Yes my biggest ship if Eda x Raine :P .

5. Hellboy: I need to read more these comics, as the movies ugh such a great twist of fantasy, a hero who really wants to do the right thing, but you do not blame him for feeling outcasted by those he protects, and more. Bonus introduced me to my current favorite director, Guillermo del Toro. As well one of my favorite hero quotes of all time. However favorite character goes, Red/H-e-l-lboy.

4. X-Men: I know the movies' timeline is all over the place, the X-Men Evolution Wolverine seems so hated (even though a guilty pleasure of mine), the first two are the best in the full series along a few standouts, but dang it this movie series was and still holds so much meaning to me. I mean the not so subtle message of being yourself and use what makes you different as a power felt even more powerful as when younger I was diagnosed with ASD in elementary school and only found by high school from being told, but prior I felt like a mutant, like I felt so pity (yes I had former friends who only became pals because pity), teased for things like special interests, and more, but these movies made me felt there was at least somewhat others like me. Lastly, for a kid, I respect the beliefs of the leader of the "good" and "bad" were so complex, as simple narratives on morality felt so demeaning as a kid. I mean as I get older (@little-bloodied-angel and I talked about this recently) I really consider Magneto one of the best 'villains' I have watched and read (I need read more comics in general). Bonus this franchise seems so awesome the earlier films had so many people who are in the LGBTQ Community: Anna Paquin (bi woman), Ian McKellen (gay man), Elliot Page (trans man), Alan Cumming (bi man). To be fair the Mutants being a metaphor for those wanting more civil rights or equal rights is well known. Favorite character goes, of late again Magento again just the appeal he more complex and even though violence if can be avoided please do that.

3. 90's Sailor Moon: I am aware such a case of nostalgia goggles on tightly, as I have heard the recent new version more closer to the manga. However the 90's one felt so more fleshed out and bonus the titular character herself one of FEW characters I have ever related to as a kid that was not just comedic relief or a side character. XD Yes I related the awkwardness of Thief from The Thief and the Cobbler, Flower from Bambi (if anything as a trans guy it feels so telling I wanted to liked a guy character who just happens to be comfortable being mistaken as a girl XD). Bonus one of my friends who sees me as found family, we bonded over adoring the 90's version. Favorite character the "protector of love and justice" herself.

2. Disney, mostly the villains fandom: I do adore the heroes/heroines, yet the campy nature of the former hand-drawn villains so great. As well, yes I am not sorry I have a shirt with this design below. >:D In regards which one is my favorite, Maleficent.

1. The Last Unicorn: The animated feature and the book (to be fair I have the graphic novel) both hold such introduction to Mythology for me and the writing (Peter S. Begeal I hope read more of his work) so similar to J.R.R.Tolkien in ways, that it also helped me love the fantasy genre too. Plus the sequel Two Hearts is not required reading but it does add more too. Favorite character is maybe a surprise Schmendrick. I just appreciate his confidence and overall character arch most of the main cast.

0. The Lord of the Rings: Besides the 2001-2003 live action movies, the extended cut too, the books, and the animated movies, this franchise I can not explain enough the impact it has had on me since as far I can remember. As well yes, The Hobbit book, films (including animated movie too) are worth their thanks too. Now in regards of The Rings of Power show on Amazon, I am unsure to watch, yet that is if The Hobbit is a C at best, I worry what that show is at best. Favorite character is so hard to say, but if I had to really choose Pippin (fun fact met the actor Billy Boyd at a comicon once) as he most audience surrogate I had related to growing up.

*= My other comfort characters: Eda and King

Thief:

Psyduck

Cubone

Flower:

I am curious of what: @little-bloodied-angel @impossiblepeggy @airasora @geebs96 @0chaotic-queer0 @thenamelessdoll @jujubee-edits @theevilsquirrelqueen @animagix101and @wardisahi would say are themes in my choices. Plus, your ten fandoms and ten characters you peeps like. Also was unsure mythology counted as a fandom, as if it does that definitely my biggest favorite fandom.

[tentacledtherapist]

Dearest Lisa,

I have missed writing to you, but I have had what feels like the longest month of my life. It truly feels like my body is decaying away sometimes, and never do I get a break.

Only now, just before dawn, do I write to you, sitting under the low hanging aurora borealis that skirts farther south than normal today, deep in the wilderness on the other side of the country, as the fog clears over the lake. My only moment of peace, after I have been running and running and running, and I slow to a stop here and think of you. And I know it is time to write.

Things have been busy! Normally after a weekend where I am very active I need nearly a week to rest (as I mentioned my body is truly falling apart!) But I haven't had a single moments rest this month so the feeling like I am running is true to form. I've had business every single weekend and other business and doctors nonsense during the week. I'm preparing for a mild surgery next week (hence all my appointments) and since I won't be able to do anything while recovering I obviously had to make up for it in the month running up to it. Hopefully all goes well? If only I truly could just be stitched together and be done with it. Probably easier to deal with it that way, hobble along with a new leg or hand or whatever immediately rather then this fabled "bed rest" that's all the rage these days~! I did get some x-rays in preparation if you'd like to see them. Not exactly a face reveal but they're fun to look at that's for sure. (Is it weird I think my spine looks pretty? It's an experience to see your own Vertebrae.)

I really hope you're doing well. How has your project been going? I cannot wait for you to post the final result. Anything particularly interesting happen while I was away? I thought of you often even amidst the chaos!

Take care,

Your Creature

adam!

oh, creech, i missed you! i was worried. i hoped you were okay but i didn’t know what you were going through and i didn’t want to add to any potential stress so i figured i would just wait until you were able to talk again. i thought about you a lot, hoping you were well. i’m glad you are (at least relatively)

i get the struggle when it feels like your body is falling apart. just last year i spent every weekend in a different doctor’s office trying to figure out why my joints were suddenly shutting down. lots of poking and prodding and x-rays and MRIs and blood tests, i felt like a pincushion. (as it turns out, my white blood cells are hyperactive, and have been attacking the healthy tissue in my joints! i also have 1/3 of a thyroid cause of that!) i’m sorry you have to go through this all now. it’s exhausting and disheartening and monetarily draining to be constantly in and out of doctors offices. i’m glad you’ll be getting some rest at least post surgery. I hope it all goes well for you, i know how stressful surgery is

i would like to see x-rays, if you’d like to share them! i don’t think it’s particularly odd to think your own spine is pretty, it is a very cool series of bones. i wish my doctors had sent me copies of my MRIs and x-rays to hang onto, but all i have are memories…

my project has unfortunately been put on hold. i have all the pieces together but i have very little time to actually work on it. i’m in the final stages of my thesis as it stands right now, so i have only a few weeks to get it to its final draft of this stage! stressful stuff. in between working on my paper, i’ve also been spending time at the encampments on my campus. mine has been mostly peaceful because the mayor of my city has been very outspoken in calling off the police that my chancellor keeps calling in, but it is scary. i’ve had a gun pointed at me in a school environment multiple times, but it doesn’t get less intimidating. regardless, i refuse to stand by while israel commits genocide “in my name” just because i’m jewish or whatever (even though that’s very clearly not their motivation nor is it any of the other things they’re spouting.)

i didn’t get lucky enough to see the aurora, unfortunately. it supposedly was visible as far south as where i live, but i wasn’t able to see it through light pollution and cloud cover. i have photos from some friends farther north, but i didn’t get to see it myself

it must have been beautiful

- Your Lisa

[killemwithkawaii]

Random idea bc I take a ton of baths but can you imagine like…

Y/n’s shower is busted, but they’re good friends with their neighbor (yan!)Sal, so they ask if they could, perhaps, take a bath at his place. (Maybe their muscles are sore, or they just REALLY need to relax, etc)

And of COURSE sal says yes and is fingers-crossed hoping some of y/n’s hair will end up in the tub. But he gets something even BETTER.

When y/n gets out, they don’t notice the cheap drain falling to plug itself up. So half of their used bathwater is still in the tub, nice and lukewarm and soapy from where they washed themselves off.

And, well, maybe sal thinks it would be a LOVELY idea to take a bath too 👀 he could even warm the water back up by refilling the tub with more hot water. Pretend like he’s really sharing with y/n, knowing their essence is all around him, touching him all over…and maybe he mentions to them he’s gonna take a bath, maybe y/n lets him borrow their bubble soap/bath bombs/soaking salts and he can get even MORE into the experience, knowing he’ll smell just like them 💕

And I’m so 👁👁 at the mental image of sal with his hair up in a bun, head thrown back as he slowly strokes his cock, delirious with the steam and the scent of y/n’s soaps, but still careful to make sure he doesn’t splash around too much because he knows y/n is sitting on his couch watching TV and could hear him if he’s too loud….🤤

Yan!Sal letting his darling use his shower-

[CW: Yandere, unsanitary, stalking, voyeurism]

>I had to stop reading this in the middle and start over several times bc AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH 🙈🙈🙈🙈💓💓💓💓💦💦💦💦

>Sal being like 'make sure you keep the hair catcher in the drain when you pull the plug im a pervert and i want some it clogs easily and I don't want to have to bother Lisa with something like that she's always so busy yaknow? ahaha…'

>Before he got in the tub to make some yan!soup, I think he'd save some pure [darling] bathwater in a bottle (that way he can add it to his baths later on and make it last almost indefinitely~) 🛀

>'their essence is all around him, touching him all over' ahaha that's so grossgreat and yan af I fucking love it holy shit im blushin U//w//U👉👈💖💦💦💦

>Him borrowing [darling]s bath stuff so he can take note of all the scents/brands and buy bottles for himself so he can smell them whenever he wants (Gross bonus: he comes and/or spits in the body wash bottle before returning it so he can be all over [darling], too >:3c)🧼

>Oh gosh [darling] is still in the apartment when he gets in after them?? And he forgot to lock the bathroom door in his haste? Oh no, they could walk in at any minute! He'd better be careful, they might come running if he knocks over some shampoo bottles and moans too loudly mid-orgasm (I mean, you wouldn't just ignore your sweet neighbor if you thought they'd fallen and hurt themselves while getting out of the tub, right? Of course not…)

[If you like this imagine, you might enjoy sipping some gamer boy bathwater or catching a glimpse of Sal getting out of the shower ;D]

[ursulaismymiddlename]

A Spark in the Night | Dream of the Endless x Reader

A spark of inspiration, kindled in The Dreaming

Rated E for Endless, Eyes, and Everyone wishes they could be in this library, don't lie

A special note to thanks @captainpoopweinersoldier for reminding me that in these fics, these dreams, we can and must be the best versions of ourselves, for our souls, for our sanity. What once was a wallow fest of self-doubt and insecurity has blossomed with hope and catharsis. Thank you, Lisa, for not giving up on me and for all your encouragement. <3

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The hallways of your high school don’t look quite like you remember.  They’re too bright and too empty and… since when was there a rabbit hutch on the wall instead of lockers?  There aren’t even any rabbits in it, just downy little feathers fluttering about, but you know it’s a rabbit hutch just the same.  And why are you even here?  What class could you possibly be missing? Didn’t you graduate already?

A dream.

You’re walking through a dream.

And yet, even knowing this now, you still feel an urgency to duck into one of the classrooms.  Like you’re expected.  And you don’t want to disappoint whoever is waiting.

But what is through the door is no classroom.  It’s really unlike anything you’ve ever seen before.  The marble tiles seem to glow, bathing the place in a surreal light that travels up the half dozen chiseled columns and archways.  Archways that seem to magically dissolve into a purpled midnight sky where a ceiling ought to be.  It dances with an aurora borealis in vivid greens and electric blues that nearly stop your heart as you stare in wonder.

The sound of a book closing draws your attention back downward.  A large ornately carved table commands the center of the place, the darkest wood of it matching the brimming bookcases that line the walls.  At one end of the table sits a singular high-backed chair, and in it, a man with a leather bound tome in his pale hand.

Dream.

You realize he must have been watching you since you came in, but when your eyes finally settle on him, the ghost of a smile crosses his face as he tilts his head.  “Ah, there you are.  I have been waiting for you.”

“Sorry,” you mutter offhand, attention torn between the marvel above you and the Dream Lord as you draw closer.  “What is this place?”

“There’s no need for apologies.”  He stands then, looking every bit the ethereal king you know him to be, but there’s something endearingly mundane about the way he cradles the book in his hand and straightens his shoulders formally.  “Welcome to my library.”

That takes you aback.  This place is much too small to be The Dreaming’s library, no way all the stories of the collective unconscious could be housed in these beautiful, but decidedly close quarters.  As if reading your mind, or perhaps just the puzzlement on your face, Morpheus adds “This is my private collection.  I thought it to be… less overwhelming.”

You stop beside the table, glancing up once more at the colors dancing above you both, and fix him with an incredulous look.  “Right, much less overwhelming.”

His gaze follows yours up to the lights a moment, falling back to your face with the slightest quirk at the corner of his lips.  And it almost seems like the flickering blue has been caught in his eyes as he rounds the corner of the table to approach you.  Your mind takes you back to your first meeting with this Endless and you realize that blanket of calm has returned.  Except where there was once fear, something else rests in your chest.  Something else you’re not quite sure you have a name for just yet.

“I wrote the thing,” you offer, remembering the last dream and the story ideas that had flooded your mind. How he had already known them as sure as anything you’d actually put to paper.  “The angsty one.”

“I know.” Of course he does, how could you have possibly thought otherwise.  But there isn’t any smugness in the look he gives you as he stops a scant arm’s length away.  It’s softer.  It’s… kind.  “I am pleased to hear it. Now, what shall your next one be?”

The book he’d been reading is still in his hand; he raises it in acknowledgement before setting it on the table between you both and you suddenly know that’s it. That’s the book that holds all your stories, everything you’ve ever written and everything you’ve never written.  Without realizing, your hand finds its way to the cover, itching to open it, to know.  But you stay yourself, fingers feeling along the spine wistfully.

“I don’t know.”  You shrug a little, letting your hand drop to your side as you look back up at him.  “Matthew, maybe?”

Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, surprises you with a half-annoyed little huff.  “He will be flattered, I’m sure.”

Your lips draw thin as you try to contain yourself, peering at him curiously.  “Jealous?”

Perhaps you were too bold, because your heart drops at the affronted way he raises his chin, brow cinched and lips parted as if to retort, to deny.  But the spark in his eyes softens first, followed slowly by his expression, into something that feels almost playful.

“Are you laughing at me?”  He squints at you, studying you, though his mouth quirks gently.

“No!” It comes out so sharp and fast you nearly startle yourself.  This only seems to amuse the Dream King more.  “No, of course not.”

His gentle hum is enough to soothe any worry in you.  Though not quite enough to dispel your look of chagrin or the heat in your cheeks.  Those you try hiding with another glance up at the color dancing across the glittering sky above.  It’s beautiful, wondrous, and threatens to make you feel so small.  Except…

“Can I…” You pause a moment to look at Dream again, not exactly sure where the ember of curiosity has come from, but feeling it fanned by the way this Endless watches you so intently.  “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Why?”

The confused pinch between his brow really does make you laugh this time.  Though it’s more at yourself than him; nervous, delirious, uncertain.

“Why give me all these ideas?” you continue with a little shake of your head.  “Why show me these things?  This place?”

“Because I wish to read them.”  As though it is the most obvious thing in the world and not some mystery tickling at your brain.

You guffaw at that, momentarily dumbfounded by what feels like a celestial joke. Spinning on your heel to escape his constant starry gaze for a breath, you take a few aimless steps.  “Okay… then why me?  There are plenty of people you could get to write for you.”

Morpheus’s fingers wrap around your elbow, gently urge you back toward him.  His eyes study you like some fascinating puzzle he can’t quite sus out.  “You humans are so strange.  Half hope, half doubt.  Never knowing quite which side to fall on.”

“You’ve never doubted yourself before?” You’re not sure where such words, such bold familiarity comes from, but out it tumbles in a gentle press; a little plea for empathy.

This gives him a moment’s pause before a soft smile warms his pale features.  “Perhaps that is why you, Little Writer. Or that I whisper these things to you and you build worlds with them. As sure as anything I build in The Dreaming.  It is your words I want for my library.  I will keep them well here.”

Speechless.  Something aches inside you at his sincerity, at the way he speaks his last sentence like a reassuring oath. He asks for your words and yet there are none in this moment you can piece together in response.  

But this doesn’t deter the Dream King.  He merely steps closer, cool fingers tracing electric  down your arm to settle at your wrist.  And his voice is somehow deeper in its quiet, its intimacy.  “Let others have their dreams and inspirations.  Let me be yours.”

“Mine?”  It comes out unbidden, a choked whisper into the space between you, more longing in it than you realize.  It deepens the ache in you, finding that feeling of wonder and smallness in his glittering eyes, as striking as the vaulted ceiling above.

Realization seems to dawn on Dream’s face and his soft, amused chuckle hums in your chest.  He knows.  He sees your ache and your smallness.  But he doesn’t back away, he doesn’t back down.  Instead, delicate fingers clasp your near trembling hand.

“I thought I’d made my intentions quite obvious,” he muses, perhaps more to himself than anything, raising your joined hands to press a chaste kiss to your knuckles.  “I mean to court you, Little Writer.  If you allow it.”

“Court me?”  You blink, shocked, flustered.  Skin all too alive under the barest brush of his lips.  Feeling all too like some dumbfounded parrot with the way you can only repeat his words that strike you hardest.

The barest hint of concern etches his features, though his gentle touch never falters.  “Are my advances… unwelcome?”

You nearly find yourself repeating him again in your haze, but you catch it, gaping mouth snapping shut as you force yourself to a more coherent answer.  “Not unwelcome. Just unexpected.”

This seems to please him.  You can almost feel it in his touch, it hitches your breath ever so quietly.  That pleases him too, his mouth tilting smug.  “Have I overwhelmed you?”

“Oh, maybe just a little,” you manage to snark back at him, earning a wider grin that heats your face like the sun. Your eyes scan the room again, across the starry ceiling, trying to calm your wild heart.  “I’d hate to think just how overwhelmed I’d be if you’d picked some place else.”

“Then my apologies are in order,” Dream murmurs gently, fingers slipping from your hand.  But before you can protest, they’re silencing you with a touch at your chin, holding your gaze on him lest it wander again.  And it’s all so very soft you could melt.  “Morning breaks in your realm.  The Waking World calls you.”

“Can’t I stay here,” you whisper, though you can feel the truth of his words, see pinks and oranges starting to leech into the starry night beyond his dark mess of hair.

“But then who shall write these stories for me? Or for my dreamers?”  His quiet tease does nothing to change your mind. Yet still you feel yourself slipping away, eyes heavy, fluttering closed at the feel of his thumb grazing the curve of your lips.  “Go, Little Writer.  I’ll be here when you return…”

Your eyes blink open slowly to sunlight streaming in through your bedroom window.  Some black bird flutters past and brings a wistful smile to your face.  What a wild dream. Your old high school.  A gorgeous, dancing sky.  A dark-haired man with stars for eyes.  

If only you could remember more…

[viscountessevie]

As a fat woman with a similar story to Penelope's (in the book) it's incredibly disheartening to see what they have done with her character and people praising it. Book Penelope was someone I could relate to as the ugly, unattractive friend that no one ever looks at twice. But even if I did some things I now regret (for example commenting one or twice on my friend's thinness even if it was out of worry, which I now know is not a cool thing to do) I was never actively a bully or used my weight to play victim. And now I can't relate to the only fat woman on a regency period romance I have seen because she is using her 'oppression' to hurt others (I do think fat people are very discriminated against but this isn't Penelope's case since she has had to face the same amount of insults as the rest of the characters (most of them coming from her herself too)) and that's not how period dramas really work. Maybe in modern times it could have worked but not in a show like the bee one.

Took me a while anon but I made it!!! Since I am on a roll talking about Pen, it motivated me to finally finish writing and post this ask :D Thank you so much for waiting and I hope you're still around on my blog to see this!

I can't quite remember when this ask got prompted but I feel like it was during my S3 speculation era so it was likely the My Fair Lady essay that prompted a lot of S3 asks. Aights then, let’s get into this: 

First off, I want to genuinely thank you for feeling safe enough to share this with me and I’m so sorry the show massacred the one character you related to. I’m sending you all my love and hugs <3 

Also it must not have been fun growing up thinking of yourself in that way but I’m here to let you know that I see you and I’m sure you’re lovely!! Glad to know that you recognised those comments to be harmful and have learnt from it. We all make mistakes. The best thing we can do is reevaluate,  apologise and move forward to do better. 

I have seen because she is using her 'oppression' to hurt others (I do think fat people are very discriminated against but this isn't Penelope's case since she has had to face the same amount of insults as the rest of the characters (most of them coming from her herself too)) and that's not how period dramas really work. 

You’re so right for this and honestly I don’t have anything to add much tbh. I think the one thing in-universe that hasn’t be horrible is that no one in the Ton really shuns Pen? Only her sisters poke fun at her, but mostly Pen is largely ignored. As my friends and I’ve mentioned here, if anything the showrunners are the ones villainising her and not giving her a proper romantic arc. Maybe it will get better in S3 but that remains to be seen at the moment. 

I hope you’re doing okay though, anon. I understand the feeling of not being seen or represented in the media you love and I know there aren’t other Regency romance shows that feature a fat woman as a main character or love interest but I thought this list of show and HR books might help ease that hurt, enjoy!

Shoutout to @jeanvanjer @hptriviachamp @sharmasandcorgis and @kateandanthonyaremyparents for all the amazing suggestions thank you guys so much for helping me with a bulk of this list!!

HR (Historical Romance) Novels: 

Callie from Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake by Sarah MacLean 

Hattie from Brazen and the Beast (also by MacLean)

The Perfect Wife by Lynsay Sands

Hannah and the Highlander by Sabrina York 

Chasing Cassandra by Lisa Kleypas 

Contemporary Books:  

All of the Brown Sisters books by Talia Hibbert - Get A Life, Chloe Brown - Take A Hint, Dani Brown - Act Your Age, Eve Brown 

Princess Trap by Talia Hibbert Honestly all of Talia’s books feature plus-sized WOC leads it’s great I mainly recced The Brown Sisters because I read all three and they’re just so amazing! Dani’s love interest is a hot brown guy named Zafir and that was my fave book of the three ehehe

Anything Naima Simone has written - she writes body diversity well I’m told

Misadventures of a Curvy Girl by Sierra Simone

Glutton for Pleasure by Alisha Rai (Plus-sized Indian Girl let’s gooo) 

Spoiler Alert series by Olivia Dade (its about fanfiction ehehe) 

Electric Idol by Katee Robert (kinda more fantasy but still mythology romance)

Shows/Movies: 

Rae from My Mad Fat Diary

Annie and Fran from Shrill 

Mindy Lahiri in The Mindy Project  

Helen in The Tourist on HBO

Penelope ‘Lupe’ Alverez from One Day At A Time (my personal favourite Penelope on a show shkjdh)

Anything Michelle Buteau is in: Isn’t It Romantic, Always Be My Maybe, Someone Great 

Sookie in Gilmore Girls 

Amber RIley in Glee (this may give you brain damage but she was iconic in it) and The Wiz 

Everything Gabourey Sidibe is in - especially Precious!

*Kate Pearson from This Is Us

*Willowdean in Dumplin

*I was hesitant to name the last two because while they are great reps, the early seasons of This Is Us kind of made being fat Kate’s whole personality but I will say it has improved since then and she becomes a fully flashed out person. 

I can’t speak directly to the discourse around Dumplin because I wasn’t around for it but I do know some people did enjoy it same with Kate in This Is Us hence why I kept them on the list! Feel free to ignore those two suggestions if you aren’t interested in seeing those journeys; while the other characters simply just exist as characters and are treated like everyone else which I thought was cool - that’s how I believe we should normalise fat rep: not all their stories need to be about them on a journey to accept themselves, the story already starts with acceptance! 

Anyone else has any recommendations - feel free to share via reblogs and comments, I’ll add them to the post/reblog! Thanks for reading yall and hope you enjoy the recs and better rep for you all because you deserve the best! 

[teyvat-imagines]

Hihii just recently found your blog and I love your writing!

May I request Kaeya x female! S/o that self harms? Or something along the lines of her trying to overdose?

If you are uncomfortable with such themes just ignore this ask!

Hiya! Welcome to the blog! :D Thank you so much for the request!!

I'll be touching on some dark topics that can be pretty triggering for people, so this one's going to be tucked away under a readmore!

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TW: Self-Harm, Suicide

Kaeya With an S/O Who Self-Harms - Fem!Reader

Honestly, it was days like today that being an honorary knight had it's advantages. After all, fighting monsters day in day out, it gave you an excuse whenever a civilian spotted the old scars and fresh cuts that littered your arms. A curious child staring at you wide eyed with concern, an older couple fussing over you and your injuries, the other knights, it didn't matter who it was. The lies came to you so easily, just as they always had.

"A hillichurl got too close."

"Oh, some treasure hoarders caught me off guard!"

"Ah, well, the old ruins can be dangerous."

It's all too easy to brush everything off with a well-practiced smile and excuse. And it was enough to get people to stop asking. The concern would soon turn to relief, jokes that you should be more careful and hearty laughter. All the while you knew the real reason for your marred skin. For the bandages you wore.

You couldn't bring yourself to talk to anyone about it. It would just burden the others... And really, who would you even talk to anyway? Jean? No, she was far too overworked. She didn't need to waste the little time she had on you. Lisa? No. The two of you didn't really talk all that often, and while you were sure she was nice enough, why should she have to deal with your problems? Amber? Oh Archons no. The girl was too sweet, too hopeful. You couldn't ruin that for her.

"Hey, what's got you so deep in thought princess~?" You jump, an almost guilty look on your face as you realise Kaeya's come to see you. He's looking at you with open curiosity, and you force a smile to your face again.

"Nothing much, I'm just a little tired is all." You make a show of yawning softly to add to your lie. You can tell he doesn't quite believe you, but he nods slowly anyway, moving to wrap his arms around you and pull you close.

"Mm, as long as you're okay love." He's smiling at you and you can hear the hint of concern in his voice. It's enough to make your stomach churn in disgust. Kaeya was so good to you. Too good for you. He was handsome, strong, smart. He was incredible. And you were... Well, you were you. Pathetic, worthless, damaged goods. You were just holding him back, weren't you...? He didn't need someone as weak as you in his life... Yet he wouldn't just leave you. For some unknown reason, he stayed with you... You knew you were holding him back and you knew he was too nice to let you go. You were so selfish.

"Kaeya, I've gotta do something real quick." You moved your hands to his shoulders, wincing a little at the pressure on the cuts on your wrists. "It might take me some time, so no need to wait up okay?" You smile again. Humourless and empty, a well-practised mask. You can see the confusion in his eye and you move away before you can chicken out. "I love you." You say with a wave before running off.

He watches you go silently. A horrible nagging feeling in the back of his mind that something wasn't right. That you may not be coming back. That he was going to lose someone else he held dear.

"Sorry love, but I'm not letting go that easy."

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You had to get away from him. If you'd stayed in his arms for any longer, you would have chickened out. But you were alone now. Locked away in your room. Blood stained the sheets on your bed, your arms felt heavy and sticky and wet and you knew you had to act quickly. Letting your dagger drop to the floor, you moved on shaky legs to the bedside cabinet. Albedo had gifted you with a potion of his own design to assist with pain. He had gifted some to each of the knights and even the honorary knight was no exception to that.

"Please keep an eye on the amount you've taken. The side effects of taking too much can be... exceptionally severe."

You remembered his words, clear as day. Honestly, there wasn't a time when you didn't think about them. It was always there, calling out to you in the middle of the night as you tried your best to sleep, tempting you to do it. To give up.

You'd spent so long fighting it... And for what? For a man who deserved so much better than you. A man who could do so much more without you. Your cheeks were wet, and it was only as a strangled sob escaped your lips that you realised you had started crying, hands shaking as you picked up the bottle.

It's all going to be over soon. The pain. The heartache. The suffering. Relief was here and you couldn't be more thankful. The evening air was oddly still for the city of the Anemo Archon, as if Barbatos himself was bidding farewell to you. You brought the bottle to your lips, when you heard the door to your room open, and you whipped around, eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Kaeya stood in your doorway, his shoulders moving with every shaky breath he took. You could see the sweat on his face, and you figured he must have ran all the way here. You wanted to move. To look away from him. Away from the pain and betrayal you could see on his face. You wanted to just swallow down the potion in it's entirety and be done with everything. But he looked so hurt. And it made your heart ache. You loved him so much. You didn't want to hurt him but you wanted the pain to stop too.

Fate made the decision for you. Your body swayed and the grip you had on the bottle loosened, just enough for it to fall and shatter. Your vision was fading, and you realised dimly you must have lost more blood than you thought. Kaeya moved before you could hit the floor, his strong arms enveloping you and cradling your body close to him as he screamed for Jean, for Barbara, anyone who could help patch you up.

You wouldn't get to hear it, as you slipped into a dreamless sleep, but Kaeya screamed until his throat was raw. He held onto you even as others worked to patch up your wounds. And he stayed awake even as you slept, watching over you, determined to see you wake again.

You would wake up, still in his arms. You felt cold, and sore, but alive. You knew you wouldn't be able to hide this from Kaeya anymore, he wouldn't let you. He wasn't angry. He was hurt yes, but most of all, he was willing to listen. To support you.

"I can't begin to understand what had pushed you so far, my princess. I want you to know, I'm here to listen to you. I can't promise to take your pain away, pain that deep does not just disappear because your loved ones say so after all. But my love I am here with you. Every step of the way through your journey I will be here. Holding you even when you're too weak to stand."

Recovery will be a long road. There will be steps forward and steps back. Achievements and relapses. But Kaeya will be true to his word and will catch you when you fall.

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Requested By Anon "King" -- Cooking au, enemies to lovers, inspiration from Hell's Kitchen

Pairing: Lisa x Fem!Reader

AU: Chef (Lisa & Reader are chefs)

Word Count: ~ 5,904

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering / Rivalry, Fluff, Suggestive Scene

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Helllloooo, peeps! I hope all of you are taking care of yourselves and having great days / nights, wherever you are :) Special thanks to this anon for being so sweet in their request -- I love cooking shows, too, so this was a fun one to write. Thank you for requesting! You're welcome in my inbox anytime ❤ Hope you guys enjoy this one :)

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"Three sirloins, dying on the pass!" You shout out to your fellow chefs, shaking your head in disapproval. Service has been running fairly smoothly tonight, but a recent influx of celebrities coming from a nearby award show is slowing things to a halt. 

You give attention to the pans in front of you, stirring each of them in the pattern you've set and keeping a steady rhythm. Consistency is key, and you're one of the only chefs who hasn't lost focus yet. 

The other? Lisa Manoban. 

"Side dishes heading to the pass," she announces, setting the pans down for your head chef to plate and approve of. He does so without a second thought, and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. 

The cocky smirk on Lisa's lips soon falters, though, when he gives her a warning. "You were almost too late, Manoban. Speed things up. Y/N is keeping the pace set, and you need to follow suit." 

Checkmate.

"Yes, chef," she nods, though you can tell she's annoyed. You snicker quietly, and thankfully the sounds of the kitchen conceal your little noise. If your manager were to hear you you'd surely get reprimanded, and Lisa doesn't deserve the satisfaction of seeing that. 

She returns to her station across from you, briefly meeting your gaze as a competitive fire flashes in her eyes, ignited by the comment from your higher-up.  

This is the routine that the two of you have settled into ever since you were hired five months ago. Both of you had applied for the same position, and you quickly worked your way up to where you are now. Every time you were promoted, she was never far behind. The tense nature of your relationship (if you'd even call it that) is rooted in who can put out the best tasting dishes and receive the most recognition and praise for their work. It's childish, but you'd be lying to say that part of you doesn't enjoy it. 

Especially when you win. 

Tonight is shaping up to be one of those nights, and your confidence builds with every compliment you receive. You don't let it go to your head, though; if anything, you use it as a reason to push yourself harder. 

Lisa isn't discouraged in the slightest, and she produces some of her best work right alongside yours.

"Chef, table 15 has requested for the cooks who prepared their dishes to come out to their table. They want to thank them properly," the server informs your manager, cocking his head to the side to motion towards them. 

After recognizing them as a pair of world-renowned fashion designers, he decides to sacrifice some of his best cooks' time on the line and grant their wishes. 

"What dishes did they have?" 

"Both ordered the sirloin and asparagus with potato purée, sir." 

Your head shoots up at that, excited by the confirmation of what you had been hoping for. Your senior nods to the server, turning around at the pass to look at you. 

"Y/N, Lisa; head out to greet our guests, please." 

"Right away, sir."

"On it, chef."

Both of you inform your assistants of the time left on your respective components before following after the waiter. Lisa not-so-subtly elbows you in an attempt to walk in front of you, but you step on her foot to prevent her from doing so. 

Pushing and shoving each other like schoolgirls until you're in line of sight of the customers, you follow the waiter up to their table. He leaves shortly after dropping you off.

"Good evening, ladies," you greet with a smile, watching as their faces light up. 

Lisa steps forward and extends a hand to one of them, making a crimson blush rush to her cheeks. A new feeling blossoms in your chest at their interaction, and you don't know how to take it. Deciding to just move on, you ask about their meals. 

"I hope dinner was everything you wanted it to be."

"Oh, absolutely. The sirloin was cooked perfectly. Which one of you is responsible for it?"

A proud smile forms on your lips at that, and you bow your head lightly. "Me, miss. I'm glad you enjoyed." 

"I'll have to come back more often, then. Cute and skilled? Count me in." She smirks at you, eyes taking in the sight of you in your uniform as she shamelessly flirts. You blush under her gaze, but hide it with a smug smile of your own.

"We'd be lucky to have you back anytime." 

You shoot a glance at the other girl as well, making sure to keep her feeling included. Lisa's eye roll goes unnoticed by you, as does the dejected look that threatens to show on her beautiful face. 

"My favorite part was the side dishes. The sirloin was great, but that purée was delicious. And don't even get me started on the risotto from earlier," the other woman gushes, praising Lisa's work for the night. The Thai girl perks up at that, her confidence on its way to being fully restored. 

"Ah, you're too kind." She attempts to sound humble, but you know the truth; she lives for this sort of thing. The rush of cooking and serving up dish after tasty dish is thrilling, but nothing compares to getting compliments from the customers. 

"I'm just stating facts..." she leans forward in her chair, obviously eyeing Lisa's chest as she reads her name off of her chef coat, "...Lisa." 

"Oh, yeah? How about I whip you up another batch, then? Any side you want." Your rival offers, a bruisingly sexy smile on her face as she gazes down at the woman. It isn't new for either of you to flirt with the customers and schmooze your way into their hearts (and wallets), but something in the way Lisa admires the diner makes you jealous. 

Her eyes scan over the menu as if she's looking through the options again, but she turns back to bite her lip and toy with Lisa some more. "Are you on the menu?"

She chuckles at the line, clearly not expecting that; she should've, though; it's one of the most overused pick-ups that you've ever heard. 

"I can be--"

Just as Lisa goes to lean closer to her, the waiter comes back. For some reason unknown to you, you release a breath of relief, thankful for the interruption. 

"I hate to break this up, but our chefs are needed back in the kitchen." He informs, linking his arms behind his back respectfully. 

"Ah, that's too bad. Maybe we'll stick around until service is over." Lisa's fan says, looking to her friend with a shrug of her shoulders in a silent request for her opinion. 

"Maybe, if that's alright with you."

Your customer looks up at you with hopeful eyes, though she attempts to hide it to some degree; she's not as brazen as her counterpart. 

"Of course, darling," you decide to play into it. "You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like. I do recommend getting some dessert, though; pass the time a little faster. I'll be making the sweetened soufflé, if you're interested." 

"Sounds delicious; I'm sold." She smiles at you, looking you up and down one last time. 

"Enjoy the rest of your evening, ladies." You nod, bidding both of them farewell as you turn to follow after the waiter. Lisa does the same, and you can feel her hot on your trail shortly after. 

"Back to your stations, both of you," your executive chef says upon your arrival, as if you had other intentions. 

"Yes, chef," both of you respond, heading back without a second thought. 

After pushing out a few more main dishes, you're instructed to rotate positions as the desert course kicks off. Other chefs will handle the remaining entrées now and allow you the opportunity to take over with the sweets. 

Once you've buttered and coated the soufflé dish with granulated sugar, you combine the appropriate ingredients in the bowl that rests on the countertop in front of you, making sure to keep an eye on the milk as it heats up on the stovetop. Once both tasks are completed, you stir some of the milk into the batter you made, tempering the mixture. After you're satisfied with the consistency of it, you add the rest of it back to the pot on the stove and carefully whisk the ingredients together. 

As that mellows out, you beat the egg whites required for the dish and add in the different extracts that the recipe calls for. Before long, you've folded both components in with one another and the dessert is ready to be baked. 

"Nice work, Y/N. Keep it up." Your head chef encourages, making pride swell in your chest again.

You continue on with that steady pace, and all of your soufflés come out as tasty as ever, receiving plenty of praise from your happy customers. Lisa works just as hard, though, and her toffee puddings are a major hit with the diners. 

Two hours later, dinner service is finally over. 

Lisa finishes cleaning up her station as she sneaks a glance over to you, feeling her heart beat a little faster at the way you push your hair out of your face. A few drops of condensation tumble their way down the bottle of water that you're drinking from, clearly exhausted and hot after working so hard for so long, and she bites her lip. You're too attractive for your own good, and Lisa reprimands herself for admiring you in such a way. 

You're practically enemies, after all; constantly striving for better positions and more attention, it's a never-ending battle of who can come out on top. She loves the game, if she's honest; keeping you on your toes is one of her favorite pastimes, and the banter is always a plus. 

Especially when it gets heated. 

She loves the way your brow twitches and your lips press together when you're forced to bite your tongue and keep the bickering to a minimum. You're too mature to play into her games most of the time -- not wanting to piss your head chef off -- but sometimes she gets you to break and fire off another reply, not caring what he'll say. 

She loves it. Nothing will ever compare to getting you riled up like that. 

"How's my girlfriend doing out there?" Lisa asks the server with a smile, tilting her head forward to motion to the dining room. 

"They're the only ones still here. I have to hand it to them; they're dedicated." He chuckles, clapping Lisa on the back as he passes her. "They've been talking about both of you all night." He concludes, looking between the two of you before retreating to the break room to change. 

Lisa laughs at that, and you curse yourself under your breath for enjoying the sound. 

"Come on, let's go see them before they storm the kitchen," she plays, winking at you as she pushes the swinging door open. 

At The Table, A Few Minutes Later

"I saved you a bite," your customer says, smiling at you as she reaches for a spoon that hasn't been used yet. Her friend catches the uncertain look in your eye, and she decides to ease your fears. 

"Don't worry, she didn't slobber all over it. She cut that piece out before she started eating earlier." 

You nod, thankful for the clarification. The woman turns back to Lisa, satisfied with her good deed for the day, and the two begin flirting again. 

After the woman in front of you scoops the tasty dessert up, she holds the spoon out in front of your lips. A knowing smile spreads across your cheeks, and you open your mouth for her to feed you. 

She's cute, you must say. Her auburn hair falls across her shoulders in perfect waves, complementing the velvety color of her leather jacket wonderfully. A pattern of freckles runs across the bridge of her nose, and a single, deep-set dimple presses into the soft skin of her right cheek. 

The sound of her laughter carries out across the room as you attempt to take the whole piece in one bite -- she offered way too much at once for a single bite, but you never back down from a challenge. 

Lisa subconsciously grips the tablecloth a little tighter when she sees her put a finger to your lips, preventing the food from spilling out and making a mess everywhere. You giggle and chew it up, eventually managing to swallow it without getting choked. Your fingers wrap around the customer's wrist, gently pulling her hand away from your lips as you rub her tender skin. 

The woman in front of Lisa sighs, clearly wanting attention. 

"Sorry, what were you saying?" She shakes her head, willing her envy to go away so she can flirt some more. 

"I was asking if you have plans tonight. You're probably tired from working, so I figured I could treat you to some R&R." Her tone drops lower than normal, and a suggestive look shines in her eyes as she gives Lisa another once-over. 

"Hmm, sounds like just what the doctor ordered," she leans in a bit closer, egging the girl on. They don't call Lisa a playgirl for nothing. 

"Your place or mine?" She whispers into her ear, sounding desperate to get the chef alone. 

"M-"

Lisa's response is abruptly cut off by the sound of a muffled noise of surprise from you, and she looks across the table again to find the other customer's lips pressed against yours. Your shoulders relax after a second as you return the gesture, but you eventually pull away to put some distance between the two of you. 

Fuming, now too jealous to think straight, Lisa unceremoniously stands from her seat and steps around the table to you. The fact that she was just a few minutes away from taking her customer home and doing much more than kissing is lost on her -- seeing you in such a position with the other woman sparked something in her. 

"If you'll excuse us, my colleague and I have to get going." She announces to the women, gripping your arm to pull you up from your chair. Her hold is firm, and the way her fingertips dig into your forearm sends a chill down your spine. 

"Don't wait up." She adds, dragging you behind herself as she slams the kitchen door open. She's much more bold now that the head chef has left for the night -- clearly she pays little mind to being loud or rough. 

"What the hell, Lisa?" You bite back, attempting to shake free of her grip. 

She only tightens it, saying, "Quiet, L/N."

After stepping out into the deserted hallway and ensuring that the coast is clear, Lisa opens the door to one of the utility closets and pushes you inside. You stumble a bit, feeling the unforgiving edge of one of the metal racks dig into your back as you collide with it. 

"What is your problem?" You hiss, spurred on by the stinging sensation radiating across your back. 

"You," she says, turning around to lock the door behind herself. Your brows furrow, but she's quick to explain.

"Out there kissing that customer, letting her put her hands all over you… it's pathetic." 

You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. "Pathetic? Look at yourself, for Christ's sake; two minutes later and you would've been screwing that girl in the back of an Uber." 

She tuts at you, stalking closer. "Don't go telling lies now, Y/N/N. You know I would've taken her home on my motorcycle and then got her in bed."

You groan at her cockiness; it exudes from her in waves, irking you to no end. Sometimes you wonder if she was made to annoy you. 

"Whatever, Lisa. I'm leaving," you shoulder check her on the way to the door, but she's quick to react. Before you can move to unlock it, she has your back up against the door and her hands on your hips, keeping you pinned there. Her lips are on yours in a flash, urgently working against them in a show of how eager she is for you. 

You worked her up out there more than you realized, and she couldn't take it anymore. 

You mumble against her mouth in shock, taking a second to decide what to do with your hands. Should you push her away, or pull her impossibly closer? The choice is made for you when she parts your legs with her thigh, sliding it between them and pulling your hips forward so that you brush against it. 

A groan slips out of your mouth at the new sensation, though it's muffled against her lips. She smirks, letting go of your hips to reach around behind you and untie the apron that's secured around your waist. She praises you as you rut against her leg again, sliding her tongue across your bottom lip to ask for entrance as the material falls to the floor with a quiet noise of impact. 

Her fingertips undo the buttons of your top with haste, and she helps you slide it off your arms. It remains pooled at your waist, still tucked into your pants. 

"Tell me if you want me to stop," she whispers against your lips before pecking them one more time, leaving a trail of kisses down your jawline and towards your collarbone. 

Asking for consent is sexy as hell; especially coming from the goddess in front of you. 

You curtly nod, bringing your hands up to her back. Your nails drag along the material of her uniform, encouraging her. 

"Not so vocal now, are we?" Lisa teases, tilting your head back to grant herself more access to the sensitive skin of your neck. 

"I can walk out this door right now, you know?" You say more than ask, the syllables mixing with moans as she leaves yet another darkening love bite on you. 

"We both know that isn't true," she chuckles lowly, making you weak in the knees. You'll be damned to let go of your pride, though. 

Gathering up all of the self control you possess, you shove her away and pull your shirt back over your arms, beginning to redo the buttons. You suppress the smirk begging to make itself visible when you notice the smug expression on her face fall. Smoothing the material out, you run a hand through your hair and readjust it before unlocking and opening the door. 

The second your left foot makes it through the threshold, she's wrapping her arms around you and tugging you back in. A wave of relief washes over you at that -- you were praying she'd do exactly what she did. You hadn't imagined yourself making it down the hall, and you're not sure if you would've had the self restraint to do so.

"How the hell are you so stubborn?" She asks, letting you take over now. You drag over one of the folding chairs you spotted earlier, commanding her to sit in it with a mere glance. 

"Letting you win isn't an option, Lis. Somebody has to wipe that stupid grin off your face and put you in your place; it might as well be me." 

"How selfless," she holds her hand over her heart, face shining with mock proudness. "I'm touched." 

"Shut up already," you laugh, straddling her waist as you sit on her lap. Her hands instinctively go to your thighs, running up and down them to get you going. She can feel your warmth through the material of your pants, and the feeling is intoxicating. 

You cup her jaw and pull her closer, kissing her at a slower pace now. This one isn't as rough; it holds a whole different type of sensuality, and the occasional roll of her hips lets you know it's doing something to her, too. 

"I've wanted this for so long," she says in between kisses, gently undoing the fasteners on your jeans. 

"Really?" 

"Really." She confirms, untucking your shirt now and running her hands up your back. The cold air of the room slides under the material, ghosting over your newly exposed skin to make goosebumps appear.

"I'm surprised I held out this long," she admits, remembering all of the times she's had to stop herself from making her feelings known. 

You kiss her again before leaning back on her thighs and taking your coat and shirt off, left only in your bra. The lacey material begs to be touched, and Lisa traces the intricate patterns with her fingertips after receiving a nod from you. 

"Jesus," you moan, feeling her other hand palm your ass as she keeps you steady on her lap. 

"So beautiful," she sighs, admiring the way your cheeks have gotten flushed and how your chest rises and falls at a quicker pace now. Her hand guides the movements of your hips, and she can feel her own arousal spread to her thighs at the sight of you. 

"Who's capable of doing this to you? Making you such a needy mess?" She asks, clearly wanting an ego boost, and she squeezes your breast a little harder when you take longer than she likes to answer. 

"Y-you, Lisa." 

"That's right, baby." She kisses you again, a silent action of approval. Your movements stutter as she moves her hand to the inside of your thigh, slipping past the material of your open jeans. 

"Stop teasing already," you huff, resting your forehead against hers as you reach down to lead her hand closer to where you need her most. 

"Fine, but under one condition," she quickly caves in, sliding the thin material of your panties to the side in order to appease you. 

"Shit," you both say at the same time. In any other circumstance, you probably would've laughed at something like that, but now the atmosphere is entirely different. 

Your slick coats her fingers, and she moans at the feeling of what she's done to you.

"What's your condition?" You husk out, pressing your hand to the door behind her to give yourself better leverage to rock against her. 

"Come home with me after. I don't want to stop anytime soon." She kisses your jaw as she waits on your answer, feeling her warm breath fan out across your already heated skin. 

"Deal. Now come here."

She meets you halfway, angling her head up to capture your lips in a searing kiss as she increases the intensity of her ministrations. The sound of the chair's legs squeaking against the floor with every combined roll of your bodies makes you smile, and soon the room is filled with filthy noises of pleasure from the both of you.

The Next Morning

The sound of your phone ringing abruptly pulls you from your dream, making you blindly reach for it. Not daring to expose your eyes to the harsh morning sunlight that's pushing its way past the curtains, you stretch your arm out until your fingers brush against the smooth surface of your screen. 

You shield your eyes as you check the caller ID, only to nearly have a heart attack when you read it. 

"Good morning, sir. I'm sorry for making you wait so long." You apologize, cringing at the fact that you almost missed a call from your manager. It was probably only one or two rings away from going unanswered. 

"That's alright, Y/N," he says, sounding generous. He must be having a good day. "I'm calling to ask if you can come in. I have something I'd like to discuss with you." 

Your heart drops at that, irrationally thinking he must've somehow caught you and Lisa at the restaurant last night without you knowing, but you try to remain calm. 

"O-of course, sir. I'll be there in 30 minutes." You respond, already throwing the cover off yourself and moving to stand. 

"Thank you, Y/N. See you soon." 

He ends the call, and you try to decipher his tone. It was level and calm, holding no quality to tell you if he was angry or happy. You sigh, hoping it's nothing bad. 

You stand up and stretch the remaining tension from your body, attempting to work out the kinks Lisa made in your muscles during your tiring night together. It was everything you'd ever hoped for, and your inability to walk properly is a testament to that. 

You find a note waiting for you on the countertop in her bathroom, complete with a lipstick stain kissed onto it. You smile, picking it up. 

Morning, beautiful 

I had to leave early to take care of some business, but there's some toast waiting for you in the kitchen. It's all I had time to make. 

Help yourself to anything else you want in there.

Xoxo, Lis

In an attempt to rid yourself of the annoyingly giddy feeling warming your heart, you take your clothes -- more specifically, the pajamas that Lisa gifted you -- off and step into the shower. The steam doesn't take long to fill the room, fogging up every surface in sight. 

You look down at yourself, watching as suds trek their random paths down to your legs, and you see just how many marks Lisa really left. Your inner thighs are covered, as are your hips, neck, and abdomen, all painted in beautiful shades and designs. She was an animal, and you lived for every second of it. 

Now that you think of it, though, you'll have to dedicate a good chunk of time to covering them up with makeup before you go to the restaurant. You vow to kill her if she makes you late. 

At The Restaurant 

Releasing one last, steadying breath, you knock on the door to your boss's office.

"Come in," he says, sounding pleasant. 

When you walk in and find Lisa sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk, you do a double take at her. She sports the same confused expression, but you hide your surprise and shut the door behind yourself before sitting in the seat beside her. 

"Right," he starts, linking his fingers together authoritatively as he nods. "Now that you're both here, I'd like to discuss the latest promotion available." 

Is he really going to make one of you watch while he hands the position to the other? That'll be torture -- especially if you lose. Having Lisa win like that would surely only make her teasing worse. 

"You know we need strong leadership here, and I see those qualities in both of you. I'm willing to offer you both the position of sous chef, if you can agree to work together and continue keeping your standards high. If you get too busy bickering with one another, I'll be forced to choose. You're both talented, so don't make me do that."

Lisa looks over at you, and you smile, completely taken aback. To say you're surprised is an understatement. 

"Thank you, sir." You say, snapping back to reality as you extend a hand for him to shake. 

He smiles back, looking proudly between the two of you. 

"You're welcome." 

He shakes your hand before giving the same treatment to Lisa, making her look like an excited teenager with the way her cheeks pull back in a wide grin. After talking a bit longer and working out a few specifics, the two of you leave, allowing him to attend a phone conference in peace. 

"Eee!" Lisa squeals the second you're out the door, picking you up in her arms to spin you around. You laugh at her sudden outburst, happy to have another sweet moment like this and break the tension that always seems to be swirling around the two of you. 

"I'm gonna kick your ass during service tonight," she says, smirking evilly as she sets you back down. 

"You wish. I'll wipe the floor with you." 

"Oo, kinky. I think that's the only thing we didn't try last night," she teases, tapping her chin as if she's actually thinking about it, causing you to roll your eyes and blush. 

"Shut up, Manoban. I'm sore as hell today, and I still haven't forgiven you yet." 

"Aww, does my girl need some TLC? I can help you with that, you know." 

You try not to think too far into the titles she's been giving you, but that one stands out for some reason. She likely doesn't mean anything deeper by it, but it doesn't stop you from pretending. 

You're tired of the knowing look she's sending you, so you decide to do something about it.

Sneaking a glance around the two of you, you push her against the hallway wall and kiss her. You thread your fingers through her hair, pulling on the strands to give yourself more access to her mouth, just as you did last night. She enjoyed it then, and you're hoping she likes it just as much right now. Clearly, your plan works; as you pull away from her, you're rewarded with a view of her dilated pupils, blown wide as her arousal comes back without warning. 

"That's cruel," she pouts, knowing full well you have no intention of finishing what you started. 

"Think of it as retribution." You cheerily nod, ignoring the heat pooling in your stomach at the way she's eyeing you. 

"See you tonight!" You blow her a kiss before walking away, hearing her frustrated sigh bounce off the walls.

Dinner Service

"Risotto to the pass, please!" You shout, practically begging for the line cook that you're now overseeing to do his job properly. 

"I'm a minute out, chef." 

You shake your head, but choose to ignore his incompetence for the time being. You're keeping things running smoothly, but they can easily be stalled by people like him. 

You focus on plating the entrées of another table while you wait for him to finish, and Lisa slides over the side dish that you need to add. "Thank you," you say, totally in the zone. 

"Welcome," she responds, equally as focused as you. It's definitely a quality that you admire about her; she's playful and fun, but she's serious in the kitchen. You'd clash and this whole arrangement would fail if she were any other way.

"Risotto approaching, chef." 

"Finally," you clap, ready to approve of it and send it out. Thankfully it's cooked well, and the line chef is saved from your wrath -- at least for now. 

"Service!" 

Two waiters step forward following your call, and they load the large trays into their arms before heading to the dining room. 

You get back to work on the next set of orders, reading the new tickets off to your cooks and listening for their confirmation of hearing you. 

"Try this, Y/N. I think it's missing something." Lisa says, grabbing a plastic spoon to allow you to taste test the soup waiting to be sent out. She brings the utensil up to your lips and throws it away once you gather up the liquid. 

"Basil. Tell Amanda it needs basil." 

Lisa nods, listening to you for once without question. She barks the orders out to the young chef, and the girl fires off a couple apologies as she brings the missing ingredient over. 

"Thank you, Amanda. Get back to work, I know you can do it," you encourage her, not wanting to crush her spirits too badly in the first week of her job. She's a newbie, and you remember being in her shoes once. 

Pierre, your host and main waiter, approaches the side of the pass that borders the dining room. You raise an eyebrow at his sudden presence, wordlessly asking what he needs as you stir some pasta in the pot in front of you, twisting it around your tongs to plate it. 

"We have a guest requesting to see Lisa." 

Confusion flashes across your face for a moment, but then it sinks in. Your eyes land on the woman from last night, finding her standing near the front door with her arms crossed and a smirk on her lips. She waves to Lisa in greeting, and you bite your tongue to stop yourself from saying something out of line. 

You can feel Lisa's gaze trail over to you, but you don't look up. 

"Tell her I'll be there in a minute." She orders Pierre, quickly thanking him as he heads off to do as she asked. 

She wants to say something to you, but she doesn't know exactly what. Her feelings are still jumbled from last night, and she's not too entirely certain on where you stand with one another. 

--

You subconsciously hold your breath as she approaches the girl, getting pulled in for a tight hug as if she's known her for years. Was that the "business" she had to take care of this morning? Who knows. 

They continue their conversation for a few minutes, and you distract yourself by focusing on pumping more food out. 

"Good job, team. Keep it up," you praise them, happy to see everyone working well together. They thank you for the encouragement, and promise to keep their momentum going. 

A few minutes later, as things begin to get a little hectic, you sneak a glance up at Lisa. She locks eyes with you, as if on cue. 

You can see her trying to politely leave, but the woman puts a hand on her forearm, stepping forward to flirtily whisper something in her ear. She eventually manages to get her to back away, and she points at the door. The customer glares at you over Lisa's shoulder, leaving you confused but delighted. Seeing her unhappy is a treat in and of itself. 

As Lisa turns around and starts to walk back to the kitchen, you quickly jump back into action, narrowly avoiding getting caught staring. Lisa has a sneaking suspicion that that's exactly what you were doing, but she doesn't speak on it as she rounds the corner of the pass. 

"Well?" You nonchalantly ask, glancing at her in your peripheral. Your hands arrange a new set of plates on the tray between you, and her fingers brush against yours as she adds a side salad to it. 

"She wanted to finish what she started last night." She informs, pausing before she finishes telling you what happened in order to build suspense and torture you some more. 

"I said no, of course," she assures you, smiling when she notices you sigh in relief. "I've got my eye on someone else now." 

"Yeah?" You ask, turning to look at her with a soft smile. Her change in demeanor makes your heart flutter. 

"Yeah. Amanda's looking pretty good, isn't she?"

"Hey!" You shout, a little too loud for your own good, making Lisa laugh. You apologize to the guests and staff before punching Lisa in the arm, ready to get revenge later. 

"Kidding, babe. You think I'd let you go after last night?" She cocks her head to the side, sounding genuinely confused that you could think such a thing. "Not a chance," she smiles, leaning to the side to kiss your cheek and bump your hip with her own. 

Who would've thought you could end up here with her?

[maemelany]

Fixing the Broken (Part 3)

Summary: People say that time heals all wounds. In your case, time made it worse.

You’ve been married to Chris for five years, but his absence spoke louder than his words. After 5 years of trying, you’ve decided that you’ve had enough, and you left him. But Chris doesn’t want to let you go; he doesn’t want to give up on your marriage.

Would he be able to fix what you consider irretrievably broken?

Warnings: Angst, tiny tiny mentions of sex

Word Count: 2.6 k

Pairing : Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: I hope you like this one. I can’t wait for your reactions about this one. I can only imagine what @fallenoutofrose will have to say about Chris’s behavior in this part 😂

Enjoy and let me know if you want me to add you to the tag list

Love x  Mae ❤️

Masterlist 

Prologue , Part 1 , Part 2 Part 4 

“It is better to hope than despair.”

-Lailah Gifty Akita,

You finally knocked. After standing in front of that door for what felt like an eternity now, you finally knocked. Your legs felt like jelly, and your heart was pounding in your chest. You were feeling more anxious than the day of your wedding, and the irony of the situation made you almost laugh. Almost, but not quite. You were about to when Lisa opened the door.

She was as radiant as ever, a big, warm smile on her face. Honestly, it surprised you. You knew that she knew. Now that Chris was back, there was no way Lisa wouldn’t know what was going on. That man told everything to his mother.

Lisa let you in, and you followed her into the living room. The house felt like a second home to you. Actually, it felt more like home than your place with Chris sometimes. There was always something happening here. When you left your house, you almost came here. But you felt like it was unfair to Chris. Lisa was his mom, and her house was his safe place, not yours.

“Chris told me everything. How are you holding up honey, are you okay?” Lisa asked you

Her kindness broke your last defence. Her genuine, motherly concern about you made you feel guilty that you didn’t come to her sooner. Lisa had always been so kind to you, taking you in as her own daughter from the moment Chris introduced you as his girlfriend. Your lips started to shiver as you were trying your best to hold the tears back.

“Oh, honey… please don’t cry.”

She took you in her arms, and you broke into tears. It may have lasted five minutes or an hour; you weren’t sure. These days you were crying so much it was just the new normal.

Your best friend had been a great support to you, but she had to. She was your best friend. Chris’s mom was supposed to be on his side, defending her son’s best interest. Not yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me things were that bad, Y/N?” Lisa asked you

You looked away. Somehow ashamed that you thought Lisa would reject you.

“I … I don’t know. Chris is your son, and…”

“And you’re my daughter. Y/N, you’re family. We all love you!” Lisa said, taking your hands into hers. “Plus, I bet some even love you more than Chris,” Lisa joked.

You laughed, feeling a little bit more at ease now. “I’m sorry…” you whispered.

“Don’t be. I am sorry we didn’t see anything,” Lisa said

You shook your head. It wasn’t their fault. They weren’t responsible, Chris and you were. It was your marriage, after all.

Lisa asked for your version of the story, and you could tell she was trying to be as partial as possible. You hated that you had to put her in that situation. She cringed when you told her Chris didn’t notice you were gone until he went to Carly’s place.

“That boy…” she said, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said, a sad expression on her face.

“It’s not your fault Lisa. Actually, it’s not even Chris’s fault. I can’t force him to stay married to me,” You said

“You think he feels… forced to be with you?”

You shrugged. “I mean… why else would he be as far away from me as he possibly could?”

Lisa watched you closely. You could tell she wanted to say something but was refraining herself.

“You two should talk. Maybe you could solve this…” Lisa said

“I don’t think us talking would do any good. We tried that yesterday; you should have seen how shi… messy it was”

Lisa tried to hide her smile when you stopped yourself from swearing. “If talking to each other doesn’t work, maybe you should try talking to someone else…” Lisa suggested

You frowned. You didn’t see how Chris and you talking to Lisa would help. Yes, Lisa was a wise woman, but as she said herself, she was your mother both. Knowing Chris, he would take it personally if his mother called his shit out about his marriage. You still remembered what happened the last time Lisa agreed with you instead of Chris. He was salty for days.

“I love you, Lisa, but I don’t think talking to you would fix this,” you gently said

Lisa laughed. “I wasn’t talking about me, honey. I meant a therapist.”

“A therapist? Like couples therapy, you want us to go to couples therapy?” you asked.

Lisa nodded. You never thought about that.

“I thought couples therapy was supposed to happen before couples decide they want a divorce.”

“Not necessarily. It could help you express your feelings in a safe place. And, you decided you wanted a divorce, honey. I don’t think Chris agrees with you.”

You frowned. If Lisa thought the warm smile would help you accept the subtle criticism easier, she was wrong. You were even worse than Chris when it came to being right. 

You loved being right and hated being told that you could have done something wrong, especially in that very particular situation. You were right. You had to be right. It would kill you to realize you were wrong and left the man you loved for nothing.

“Do you think I went too far…” You said, the tears resurfacing

“Oh no,” Lisa immediately told you. “You did what was right for you, and that’s the most important. I can’t even imagine how you must have felt, alone in that big house.”

A huge weight lifted off your shoulders. Secretly you thought people didn’t understand you. You were married to Chris Evans, living what they thought should be a fairy tale. 

Even though you and Chris were what people called a private couple, he would sometimes tell things about you or express his love for you when he was being interviewed. When those things happened, your friends would always send you messages, reminding you how lucky you were. 

They didn’t know how far they were from the truth. Most of the time, you were alone in your bed when you were reading their messages. Alone and lonely. 

People think they know things about your life, your marriage, but they don’t. They would have to walk in your shoes, feel what you daily felt to actually understand.

When you left Lisa’s house, she had convinced you. She made you realize that even though things between You and Chris were pretty bad, your relationship was worth saving, or at least you owed it to Chis and yourself to try. Even if therapy didn’t work, you still owed it to yourself and Chris to end things the most peacefully possible. Before being your husband, he was your friend. You needed at least that friendship to be saved.

Instead of going back to your best friend’s place, you went home. It wasn’t even a conscious decision. You started driving and found yourself taking the way home. Instead of turning back, you continued. You realized waiting wouldn’t help. You’d waited so much already, now was the time to act.

As you opened your front door, you felt submerged with that particular sent. You were home. Despite what you told Chris yesterday, this house was your home. You chose almost every piece of furniture.

 Chris was more than happy to leave it to you; he didn’t understand why you needed so many pillows on the bed or a particular shade of beige for the dining chairs. Instead of explaining everything, you would just ask for his opinion when it was absolutely necessary. Plus, it was hard to decorate a house via FaceTime. 

Thinking of it now, decorating this house helped you manage your loneliness for some time. You were proud of every single room, from your bedroom to the laundry room.

You found Chris and Dodger sleeping on the sofa. You weren’t surprised. The couch was probably Chris’ favorite spot in the whole house. You had your office, and he had this sofa. 

You were tempted to lay next to them. They felt like home. But you didn’t want to wake Chris up. If there was one thing Chris was lacking, it was sleep. You also noticed the dark circles under his eyes yesterday, and the current situation was not helping his sleep deprivation.

When you noticed a few takeout boxes in the room, you knew exactly how to occupy yourself. Chris used to love your cooking. Your skills were definitely better than his, but as your husband liked to say, one cannot be good at everything. You smiled when you remembered how you would tease him about his horrible cooking skills, and he would remind you how messy you were.

Even now, after thirty minutes of cooking, the countertop looked more like a war zone than a kitchen island.

“It smells good.”

You jumped. You didn’t see Chris coming, and now you had tomato sauce all over your blouse.

“Chris! You scared me!” you said, looking at him.

He was leaning against the opposite wall, observing you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

You looked at him with more attention. He looked less tired. You wanted to say something, but Dodger was all over you before you could open your mouth.

“Hey, baby. I missed you so much,” you said to your dog.

Dodger started to bark. The high pitch he usually reserved to Chris when he was coming back home after long periods of absence.

It broke your heart.

“He missed you,” Chris finally said

You didn’t know what to reply. You didn’t want to say something that would create a hostile environment for the rest of the evening.

“I need to change myself,” you said, showing your now stained blouse.

You were gone before Chris could even blink. Once in your bedroom, you found everything exactly as you left it. You rolled your eyes, mentally asking yourself how Chris could be so organized. And then you realized he wasn’t that organized. It wasn’t just the bedroom that was exactly as you left it. The walking closet and the bathroom were too.

Chris wasn’t sleeping in your room, and you wondered why.

When you went downstairs, you found him making the table.

“I thought I’d made myself useful,” Chris said when he saw you.

You smiled. That was the kind of evening you used to dream about. You and your husband casually sharing dinner together.

Chris was very attentive, serving you wine, asking you if you needed anything. You wished you could be so relaxed. You wished you weren’t about to drop a massive bomb on him.

“Why aren’t you sleeping in our bedroom?”

Your question surprised you both.

“I… I don’t know. It doesn’t seem… right.”

You looked at each other, your eyes saying more than a thousand words. Again, you were reminded how easy it would be to just give in, to just come back. But it would be a temporary relief, one you would only enjoy until he’d decide to leave again.  

It took you the whole dinner, and filling the dishwasher, and watching the first part of a show to gather enough courage and tell Chris you two needed to see a therapist.

It happened before he was about to kiss you. You could feel it in his eyes, the way they became darker, and the way his body leaned closer to yours. You could feel your heart beating faster and the room suddenly feeling hotter than before.

You wanted to give in, you missed his touch, you missed his kisses. You missed sex with your husband. But you knew it would make things more difficult. Sex had never been a problem in your relationship. Actually, it made you forget about the problems. You couldn’t remember how many times you were on the verge of telling Chris you weren’t happy with the situation and totally forgot about it the minute his hands were on you.

“No,” you said, standing up.

You started walking around the room, trying to compose yourself. It was frustrating how all your perfect, well-prepared plans got ruined the second you were around Chris.

“Y/N,” Chris whispered.

“No, we are not having sex!” you half screamed.

You needed to convince not only Chris but yourself that you were not having sex tonight. But looking at him, looking at him, looking at you made things very hard, literally and figuratively speaking.

“We’re going to therapy,” you quickly said

Chris blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

You cleared your throat. “I said, we are going to therapy.”

You could tell he was surprised. You didn’t know if it was good or bad.

“Y/N… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

It was your turn to be surprised. You opened your mouth but closed it immediately after. You wanted Chris to explain himself before jumping to conclusions.

“With how public we are and…”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you said, anger quickly possessing your whole body.

“Y/N…”

“You’re worried about your reputation? Do you even want us to be together, Chris?” you asked him.

“I’m not worried about my reputation. I’m worried about… our privacy.”

“Chris, therapists have a duty of confidentiality,” You said, raising your voice.

“Well, you won’t believe how many people would break it given the right sum,” he screamed back.

You wanted to scream, anything that would release the frustration you were feeling inside.

“Do you even want to fix this?” you ask, as calmly as you were able to

Chris huffed. “I was begging you to come home with me yesterday. Of course, I want to fix this.”

You crossed your arms. “me coming home right now would not fix things; it would bring us back to this,” you said, throwing your hands up.

“And this is so bad, right?” Chris asked, bitterness in his voice.

“No, this is perfect. This is what I want permanently. It will kill me to come back to this if this is not forever.”

The room went silent. So many emotions went through Chris’s eyes, and you were trying to decode them all.

Chris finally drew a long breath. “I am not going to couples therapy.”

His words stung more than you could have imagined. They also unleashed the silent anger that was rising inside of you since the beginning of that conversation.

But instead of screaming and crying and pleading with Chris, you reached for your handbag. You were done trying to negotiate with him. You were done trying to spare his feelings.

You removed the divorce papers that had been sitting in your bag for days now. You threw them on the coffee table near Chris and waited for him to look at them.

You could see him become very pale, and if you weren’t that angry, you would be worried.

“Are they…” He started

“Yes. Divorce papers. We go to therapy, or you sign them. It’s your choice.”

Chris was startled. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m more than serious. I have a pen if you want to sign now.”

You looked serene, but inside, your heart was dropping lower with every second Chris wasn’t doing anything. You knew you were forcing his hand, but he left you no other choice.

“So, what is it going to be, Chris?”

Chris took the divorce agreement into his hands, and you held your breath. Your heart started beating again when he tore them in half.

He gave you a deadly stare, but at this point, you didn’t care anymore. He could be angry, scream at you, even hate you, as long as it meant you were doing something to try to fix things, you could take it all.

“Text me when you find a therapist you can trust,” you said before taking your bag to leave.

If he thought you’d be the only one sweating for this, he couldn’t be more wrong. It takes two to tango. It was about damn time for Chris to act. Because you were sure that this time feeling sorry or even good sex wouldn’t fix things.

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