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someone1348 · 4 years ago

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The Mr Beast Crew fic has arrived!!

People in this: Ler!Jimmy, Ler!Chris, Lee!Chandler (PLATONIC ONLYYYYY!!)

Tw: none this is incredibly soft

With all that being said enjoyyyy! :]

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Dealing with an angry Chandler

The Beast Crew was doing yet another Surviving 24 hours challenge. Todays adventure was Surviving the desert. The blistering heat blazing down on their skin, all yet again relying on Chris to help them survive this.

The camera angled from Chris making a fire to Jimmy and Chandler who decided wayy before that he was not putting his shirt back on.

"The only way we are surviving this is because of Chris" pointing to one of his two best friends on the ground Chris smiled taking in the compliment with pride.

"A thank you?" The former boy Scout said with a cheeky smile

"Thank you Chris!" Jimmy said half joking as he said 'You're welcome' everyone laughed.

"Okay Chris what do we do?"

"We will split up into teams, Viking and Me will go get sticks, you and Chandler go explore"

"Noted! Lets go Chan man!"

They went off, team one doing great but team 2.

"Im hungry"

"We will get Chris to make you food soon"

"No im hungry make me food" Chandler said with a smile as Jimmy laughed.

"Soon"

"Food" he shoved the camera in Mr Beasts face both laughing and cutting the camera.

"But seriously, Food"

"Soon Chandler"

"AHHHHHHH" he shouted his battle cry as he ran around the sandy desert foor, "OW!"

"HAHAHA"

"Boo boo" Chandler said with a pout

"Come on we will get you a band-aid"

"Yayyyy!!! Thank youuuu Jimmyy!"

The older giggled again slinging an arm around his other best friend heading back to camp.

"What Happened to Chandler?" Chris asked a bit concerned seeing him hold his arm,

"He got pricked by a cactus while running around"

"Oh no, here we will get the first aid kit"

"Thank you Chriss!"

"Anytime buddy"

After cleaning Chandler up and getting him a cool band-aid with race cars on it he asked Chris what he asked Jimmy five minutes ago that started this whole thing.

"Chris! Food!" The man whined impatiently

"Im making it soon bud, i gotta boil the water first"

"Im hungryyyy! Me me Hungry"

"I know Chan Chan, you'll get food soon"

Chandler went off to do his own bit on the camera,

"They wont give me food, I've been asking all day, im starving, they are mean-"

"We can hear you Chan!" Jimmy yelled from the background as Chandler looked over at the others making a werid sound before the camera cut.

Getting more impatient by the minute he ran at Jimmy flicking his hat off his head before running away again.

"Whahat?" The man asked giggling at his random actions as he continued to whine.

"Chrisssss!!!!" He fell down dramatically near him.

"Keep it up and you wont get any" Chris said sternly continuing to boil the water.

"Ughhhhh!!" Chandler ran his hands over his face in agony,

"Hungry!"

Sharing a look with Jimmy he looked to Jake "Can you take care of the water me and Jimmy have a few things to take care of"

"Yep!" Jake said contently switching places with Chris

Tareq turned on the camera facing the boys as Chris started counting

"Five."

Chandler looked up knowing that tone of voice alll too well,

"Four." Jimmy joined in and Chandler fully sat up now

"Three."

Panicked he scrabbled to his feet giggling and running away. With no place to hide he prayed that his speed could get him through.

"One!" Both boys shouted getting up and running at him.

"Nononono! AH!-" Chandler continued to run around in circles trying to dodge his two best friends who were trying to hunt him down like actual desert prey.

"Oh Chandlerrr!!~" Jimmy shouted as Chris evilly laughed.

"AHH!" in this state he somehow thought it was a great idea to run up a sand dune,

The said two stood at the bottom of the dune smirking at one another then him as the hungry one fell sliding down the sand dune right in the middle of were they stood.

"Uhhhh"

"Heh heh" Chris said stratling his hips as Jimmy sat his knees on Chandlers hands keeping them in place.

"G-guys we can talk about this!"

"You keep complaining how you're hungry but you left out the two most important people who are hungry too"

"Y-yea who?"

"The tickle monsters" Jimmy said as Chris dug into his ribs

"EE- heEHeEy nOw!" Chandler kicked the sand behind Chris as his best friends had sealed his fate.

"NohoOhot FaiHehe! FAIR!" Chandler's giggles turned into laughter as Chris attacked his torso,

"Whats wrong Chan Chan?~"

"YOUHohoh'Re Being Ee!- MehaHAHA Mean!"

"Oh IM being mean? Oh no no no im eating, satisfying my hunger for your giggles"

"NohoOhHohoHo!"

"Yessssss" Chris imitated giggling as he blew a raspberry onto his bellybutton.

"EEE!"

"You wanna finish it up Jimmy?"

"NO-"

"Gladly!"

"NO! DON-" Chandler said before being sent into hysteria as Jimmy tickled his underarms,

"NAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHELP!"

"No one can save you now! Mwahaha" Jimmy teased continues picking up the pace a bit.

"AH HAHAHA OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY HEHEHE STAHAHAP IHIHIT"

The boys stopped getting off of him giggling as he caught his breath.

"You okay?"

"Haha yeahh, i guess i deserved that, but you're still buttfaces" He joked getting Jimmy's help to stand up.

"Aye! Watch it pal or we will tickle you again"

"Eep!"

"Hahaha"

"H-hey can we not use this part in the video?" Chandler stuttered out blushing a bit from embarrassment.

"Oh its going in" Jimmy teased and ran off as Chandler chased him

"Jimmyyy!!"

Chris laughed and smiled at the camera

"Dinner time!" Jake called out as everyone stopped what they were doing and rushed to get some food.

"Thanks jake!" Chris said taking a bite

"Anytime!"

"FOOOOODD!!!"

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I hope you all enjoyedd this! Definitely writing more for the Mr Beast Crew in the future :]

#mr beast #ler!Jimmy #ler!Chris #lee!Chandler #Mr beast tickle fic #k writes tk things

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faulty-writes · 5 years ago

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Dedication To My Suneater.

Warning: Mentions of Anxiety

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x Anixety!Reader

Tamaki Amajiki, aka Suneater. The bravest and yet most anxiety-ridden Pro Hero out there.

You had been a fan of his since he appeared on the scene and immediately you admired him for his skills and the fact that even with his social anxiety. He still managed to be a great Hero.

You suffered from anxiety yourself and Suneater was such an inspiration to you. He gave you the courage to be yourself, to be brave and you hoped with everything in your being that you would be able to meet him face to face one day.

Well if you ever found enough courage for that, you had already struggled with months. Debating with yourself about writing him a fan letter, he probably got tons from others who shared the same struggle as you. Anxiety. Shyness. Being that quiet awkward person in the crowd.

What if he got your letter and treated it like the rest, read it once and toss it aside?

You knew that was irrational thinking, Suneater wouldn’t just ignore his fans. Would he?

Despite all your worries, you had eventually written a letter to your hero. Sharing your name, your dreams, how you too struggled with anxiety and how much he inspired you.

Despite how nervous you were when you sent that letter, several months had passed before you had gotten what you hoped for and you nearly screamed when you saw it.

A letter from the Fat Gum Agency, the very same Agency that Suneater worked under. You bounced on your feet as you opened the letter and eagerly read it. Apparently, there was going to be a Hero Convention and you could finally get the chance to meet your idol.

“AHHHHHHH! I got Suneater’s signature!!!” you cried out when you reached the end of the letter where sure enough Suneater’s signature was squished between Fat Gum’s and someone named Red Riot.

People looked at you as you danced with joy in front of your mailbox, speaking nonsense to yourself. “I have to get ready! What will I wear to the convention? I have to impress Suneater!” Though you were in your second year of school, you weren’t training to be a hero but you could still find some way to impress your idol. Quirk’s only went so far.

For the next three weeks, you tried finding the perfect outfit and even rehearsed your lines, what you were going to say to Suneater when you met him when you finally met him! The thought alone was making you blush.

Eventually, you settled on a dark top with ‘Suneater’ written across the top and some ripped jeans with converse. When the day of the convention arrived you were a nervous mess, your head hanging out down as you navigate through the crowd.

Your face was flushed the entire time and your stomach twisted with butterflies and after a few hours, your anxiety was telling you to get out. That maybe this wasn't worth it. But you were quick to shoot it down.

Shaking your head violently, you clenched your fists. “N-No! I c-can’t ...I want to s-see him so bad I c-can’t give up now! S-Suneater wouldn’t have given u-” your words were interrupted when you heard a shy voice breakthrough.

“Uh, a-are you okay?” you felt your heart skip a beat at the same time your eyes widened. You knew that shy soft voice anywhere. Your face heated up as you slowly turned and there he was, Suneater.

You felt a shiver go through your spine and your thoughts jumbled all at once, oh God! There he was! Dressed in his hero attire. That black bodysuit, those gold platings around his arms and shoulders. That cute white tunic and hood that so perfectly covered his head and that beautiful purple mask which not only matched his eyes but the vest he wore.

You looked down and noticed he was barefoot as well and you could only think of how cute he looked, cute little Suneater. But you couldn’t say that to his face! Oh God ...you’d faint.

“Uh I ...I S-Suneater I ...” you tried speaking but you were losing your words just as quickly and mentally kicked yourself, he was standing right there! Tell him how you felt! How much of an inspiration he is to you!

You took a deep breath and looked at him, trying to be brave. “I ...I’m such a h-huge fan! You i-inspire me so much! I ...I h-have anxiety too and ...a-and well. You ...y-you are so i-incredible! You g-give me the courage to b-be myself, to b-be brave against all odds.” you shared, though you felt your blush deepen and turned your glance away from him. Dammit, you probably sounded pathetic.

Tamaki, on the other hand, had taken a step back. His face just as flushed as yours and though you couldn’t see it, he was nervously playing with his hands. His toes curling into the soft carpeting beneath him.

“U-Uh ...” you heard him try to speak and slowly turned your head to look at him. His vision was to the floor and you almost giggled as you watched him play with his fingers, those nervous little habits were adorable.

“I a-appreciate it! Um, I n-never thought I c-could inspire so many p-people uh, I-I’m glad I c-can make you f-feel brave.” Suneater’s words tugged at your heart, why was he so sweet and cute? You couldn’t help but want to squeal out.

“U-Uh w-what’s your name?” Suneater shyly asked, his eyes glancing at you before once again looking away and you practically danced on your feet. “Y/n! My name is y/n! Mister Suneater s-sir!” you watched him reach up to scratch his neck as he looked at you again, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“T-That’s a nice n-name um ...I t-think you sent me a l-letter ....” your heart fluttered, Suneater said your name was nice and he acknowledged your letter. So he really did read it! Oh God ... you felt a giddy smile come to your face before the butterflies increased in your stomach, you wanted to ask him something but you weren't sure if you could actually get the words out.

You swallowed and took a hesitant step towards your hero. “Um, S-Suneater c-could I um ...c-could I ...h-have a hug?”

You watched him jump back as if you had burned him, though you noticed that even underneath that mask his cheeks were deep red. But it made you smile, Suneater was such a sweet man. You secretly wondered if he was dating anyone, he would be the perfect boyfriend.

“P-Please?” you added sweetly and watched Suneater ruffle his hair, those nervous little eyes of his shifting back and forth before he finally settled back on you. Another moment of silence passing before he nodded.

“Eeeeeyyy! Thank you!” you cried out before watching him spread his arms and eagerly you jumped at the chance, nuzzling into his chest as you wrapped his arms around him. Noticing just how tall and muscular he was and his scent, God ...it was enough to drive you mad.

You felt him tremble, “Uh ....u-uh ...” he was probably nervous to have someone hugging him, but soon enough you felt his gentle arms wrap around you and a strange feeling came over you. It was almost like being wrapped in a security blanket.

You felt utterly safe at that moment before you two stepped away from each other, though you looked at him with a smile. “Suneater ...I t-think you’re a wonderful hero and I ...I l-love you. I k-know that’s strange to say but ...o-one day I hope to ...to m-make a difference like you!”

You watched his eyes widen, as though he had never heard those words before and a nervous chuckle left his lips. “I t-think you a-already have,” he said and a faint smile came to his face. “A-At least in my w-world ...”

You choked back the gasp that threatened to come and you felt like crying, you hadn’t thought of how much heroes depended on the innocent lives they saved, how much the inspiration went both ways.

“Uh S-Suneater ...a-are you busy later? M-Maybe we could um ...” you froze a moment, your face so hot you were beginning to get dizzy. “m-maybe we could walk around the c-convention together?” you offered and once more watched those eyes of his widen.

“U-Uh s-sure I ...I-I’d like that. Um m-maybe around 6?” he squeaked out and you eagerly nodded. “Y-Yeah um, t-that sounds perfect! Thank you S-Suneater!” what a better miracle than to spend time with the hero you admire. “Uh I-I’ll see you then!” you said before turning on your feet to run to the closest door and once you passed it, you leaned against the wall.

Your hand was to your chest and you could feel how violently your heart raced. You did it. “Thank you Suneater ...” you said as you tilted your head up, staring at the distance ahead of you. “I will always be brave for you.”

#tamaki x reader #bnha fanfiction #tamaki imagine

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legobiwan · 5 years ago

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Whumptober #12 (don’t move)

TW: none

Fandom: Good Omens (Aziraphale, Crowley)

Notes: This is hot garbage, these characters are really difficult to write, and I struggled with this one. Moving on...

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Hell, Crowley had decided, could kindly fuck off.

The demon didn’t know whose sick idea of a joke this was. (A lie. He knew exactly which perverse bastards would play this game, and once the angel was safe, he was going to rip them apart, starting from their colons.)

Somewhere between Hell and Earth, the punchline was lost in translation. Or more likely, there wasn’t any punchline to begin with, just a long set up followed by pain.

Those were the only jokes Hastur enjoyed, anyway.

Aziraphale sat, prim and proper as always, straight-backed in Crowley’s own fucking throne, hands folded neatly over his thighs. He smiled at Crowley, absent, the kind of polite expression one adopts when greeting a teller at the bank or some other long-suffering civil servant.

Those assholes won’t know what hit them, the demon growled, gritting his teeth as he conjured a thousand different scenes in which he would make. someone. pay.

“Is everything okay, dear boy?” Aziraphale asked, azure eyes rounding, his lips pursed in that particular way. The angel patted his thighs, a tell-tale sign he was about to do something ill-conceived, and Crowley’s non-existent heart leapt into his throat.

“No!” He shouted, snarling. “Don’t move!”

Aziraphale stiffened, obeying the vicious reprimand. Above him, the sharp metal weapon swayed, dangerously, drunk on its promise of death.

Crowley cursed under his breath. He didn’t understand the why behind it all. Tie the angel up under a scimitar of Hell, so any movement would trigger the blade to fall directly on the soft, exposed flesh of Azirphale’s neck.

Yeah, yeah, Crowley got the whole Damocles connection, as thin as it was, but it wasn’t like he or the angel were trying to rule over anything. Crowley had spent the past several centuries avoiding that any kind of responsibility, and with the Apocalypse behind them, his desire to do…well, anything aside from yell at his plants and annoy Aziraphale was at an all-time low.

But Hell did like to send a message, even if the subtleties were lost in their vapid imaginations. And botched literary references aside, they had managed to pull a doozy, with the combination of a literal damned sword hanging above Aziraphale’s neck and a well-executed (Someone help him, he hated to admit Hell sometimes could get their act together) memory-wipe which had the angel regarding Crowley as he did the waitstaff at the Ritz.

Caring, polite, and distant.

It was as if the last four months (nevermind the last 6,000 years) had never happened.

“Young man, there is no need to use such a tone, I was merely trying to help.”

Of course you’re trying to help, thought Crowley, bitterly.

“It’s - ah - no, it’s fine. Just, I need you to stay there. And not move. At all.”

Crowley ran a hand through his hair, squinting at the elaborate death trap suspended from the ceiling. If he crossed the circle, the sword would drop (and Crowley would be demon toast with a side of marmalade). If Aziraphale moved, the sword would drop, and while the angel might avoid its cursed blade, the ancient sigils burned into the floor (his floor, thank you very much. It was a good thing demons didn’t believe in security deposits.) portended a Very Bad Outcome if they were to interact with the blade.

So what are we supposed to do? Sit here for eternity with Aziraphale’s memory wiped and me fretting like a nervous old lady?

Crowley paused. Actually, that was a well-thought punishment.

Damn Hell. Again.

“Well,” the angel sniffed, moving to adjust his waistcoat and then thinking better of it. “If you are going to insist it just sit here, you could be kind enough to offer some form of entertainment.”

Crowley’s eyes popped wide.

“Entertainment?”

“Yes,” Aziraphale continued, ignoring Crowley’s indignant tone. “A book or two would be most welcome, but lacking that perhaps a rousing debate on the comparative ethics of…”

Crowley snarled.

“Right. A story, then?”

“You - you want me to tell you a story?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

Yes.

“No, I suppose not,” Crowley sighed, kicking at the floor. Aziraphale wasn’t going anywhere, and if the angel was staying put, so was Crowley. At least until he thought of a way out of this whole mess.

“Fine, fine, just let me - “ With a snap of his fingers, a chair materialized just outside the binding circle. Crowley turned it around, longs legs straddling the back, arms perched on top.

He pushed his sunglasses up his face.

“Once upon a time - “

“Really, my dear boy,” Aziraphale scolded.

“What?”

“It’s a bit hackneyed, the opening.”

“A bit - “ Crowley gaped. “A bit hackneyed? This isn’t literature class, ang - gah. You’re getting what you pay for.”

“So it seems,” the angel muttered, discreetly wiping his palms on his pants.

“Anyway. Once up a time,” Crowley grinned at Aziraphale’s pained expression. “There was an angel and a demon…”

Crowley didn’t now how long he sat there, recounting the events of the past six thousand years - civilizations rising and falling, cities built and destroyed, humanity, eager and curious, pushing at the boundaries of the known. (Of all his demonic acts, he could never conjure quite as much guilt for the whole apple business as he would for anything else. Look at what the humans had done, after all!)

“Do they fall in love?”

“And then there was that whole business with the paintballs and you, I mean the angel - “ Crowley froze. “I’m sorry, what?”

Aziraphale worried at his lip.

“The way you talk about them, this demon and angel. The whole story seems like some kind of Regency romance.”

Crowley’s heart threatened to leap from his mouth.

“I - uh…don’t want to spoil the ending. I mean, I don’t know the ending. There is no ending, ha! That’s the great thing, it’s a story that keeps on going.” Crowley found sudden interest in the patterns on the floor. “Hopefully keeps going and if I could just - “ The blade shimmered in the moonlight. Crowley had talked into the night, maybe into several nights.

The glint of metal played across Aziraphale’s features.

“What do you think?”

“I couldn’t say.”

Aziraphale fixed him with a disappointed pout.

“Ahhhhhhh, fine,” he groaned, jumping to his feet. “I think, I hope, I mean I’d for - “

The angel giggled.

“This is your story, no reason to be embarrassed. You could say they were abducted by an overgrown cephalopod in roller-skates in the end, and no one would be the wiser, no one could argue with you.” Aziraphale tilted his head. “I mean, I would, it would be poor story-telling, but it’s your tale, my dear. You call the shots, as it were.”

It’s *our* tale, you stupid angel. And I can’t be the one to write the ending, not if it’s like this.

Crowley threw his arms up, hissing. “Ssssure. They fall in love. Live happily ever after. Get a cottage somewhere, by the sea and become horribly domestic, it’s cavity-inducing really. The demon finds some semblance of peace and the angel acceptance and it’s all lovely with flowers and a bloody red bow tied on at the end.” Dashed hope was a bitter elixir at the best of times. Crowley made a face, moving his tongue around his mouth, trying to rid himself of the sour aftertaste of having chugged a two-liter bottle of regret in one sentence.

“Please don’t move,” the demon whispered as Azirapahle made an aborted attempt to stand.

It was better this way, perhaps. Even if he was able to get the angel free, Crowley didn’t know if his memory would be restored and that might not…be a bad thing. No expectations, no guilt for fraternizing with a demon - Aziraphale could be happy, go back to his books, and Crowley would come around and bother him, drink wine with him, and bury every last emotion he had ever had towards the angel somewhere on Alpha Centauri.

If, if…he could get the angel free.

But the only way to free the angel was the angel himself.

And for that to happen, Aziraphale needed to remember.

“Crowley?”

The demon spun around. Aziraphale’s eyes, which had been clouded, a thick fog over a blue sky, were clear, an impossible shade of azure.

He smiled.

Light years away, hydrogen atoms fell, sucked into a dark, gravitational vortex from which they would never escape. Light years after, a small ball of light shone through the dusty, hazy aftermath.

And on Earth, for the first time in centuries, a demon felt hope.

legobiwan does whumptober

#i have no idea what this is but here you go *runs away*#not my best work but i have shit to do sorry guys #whumptober #whumptober 12 #i am TIRED #aziraphale #crowley #good omens #good omens spam #also trying to not fall into a lot of the tropes with these two #i mean i love the tropes #but i want to avoid them as well #ANYWAY #writing #the eternal struggle #later tumblr

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sabbathbloodysabbeth · 6 months ago

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Ahhhhhhhhh oh my god I love this! I didn’t really have much of a vision for it when I wrote the idea but you’ve blown me away. I’m nearly giggling and kicking my feet at the dynamic between the two of them in this. If I’m honest I had to go back and double check to see if I was going crazy and I was hallucinating tumblr saying we are mutuals 😭 ahhhhhhh I haven’t gotten a chance to read more of your stuff but when ao3 is down tomorrow imma definetly go through your tumblr because ahhhhh

Prompt by @sabbathbloodysabbeth for my 200+ followers event. This was really fun, thank you!

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration before looking back at the expert witness to his case — a dark-haired mechanic, young by the looks of it, maybe a few years older than Steve himself. The garage had said — no insisted — that Eddie Munson was the best mechanic there is, especially in cases concerning older car models.

Steve is skeptical.

This Eddie guy hardly looks like a professional. He sits on the other side of Steve’s desk, slouched in the designer leather chair, distracted by the various items on the walls. His overalls are unzipped to reveal his naked chest and it is covered in tattoos.

And yes, it’s summer and the garage is probably sweltering where he works, but what about professionalism? Steve is wearing a three-piece suit himself, for God's sake! Not particularly pleasant in the summer heat, but he works through it.

“The car — signs of tampering?” Steve reminds him. Munson’s eyes shoot back to Steve.

“Oh right, yes, deffo.” Munson clicks his tongue and winks at him.

“You can’t say ‘deffo’ in court.” Steve tries, but he has a feeling it may be a lost cause.

“I’m the expert, right? It’s my expertly opinion that I can say whatever I want.”

Steve stands up and turns to face the wall. This case was a tough one, maybe the worst faced so far. All evidence pointed toward his clients’ guilt. But there is something about those guys — something so sincere that makes Steve believe they’re innocent.

The car is the last essential puzzle piece that can prove their innocence, and Munson confirmed it — the car had been tampered with. Now all that is needed is for Munson to state so in court and his clients will walk free.

“The suit looks good on you,” Steve hears Munson say from behind him. Steve turns around and is about to thank him when Munson continues, “Makes your ass look tight.”

Steve’s mouth is agape, thoughts interrupted by Munson’s statement. He wills it close and stares at Munson who looks back at him, eyes challenging and a sly smile playing on his lips.

Steve swallows thickly, eyes unwittingly drifting down to Munson’s chest again before catching himself.

Munson is a witness.

Steve has worked hard for what he has — his expertise and reputation well above what is expected of someone his age. He can’t ruin it by fucking his witness. Not even when he’s asking for it so blatantly.

Steve clears his throat. “Let’s start from the beginning again.

—

The next day in court, Munson’s testimony goes well. His speech is formal and professional to such a degree that Steve suspects Munson may have faked his incompetence the other day. Still, it does not escape him the way Munson’s eyes drift downward whenever he slightly turns his back, nor the way he smiles whenever Steve catches him after.

Once the hearing is over and Steve’s clients are acquitted, Munson seeks him out in the hallway and slips a note into Steve’s back pocket.

“Maybe we should go for another round of practice after some beers,” he says in Steve’s ear, tapping the pocket once before leaving.

When Munson is out of sight, Steve fishes the note from his pocket.

It’s a phone number.

Steve smiles to himself. He may just take Munson up on his offer.

After all, he isn’t a witness anymore.

#I love this dynamic #this whole scene came out way better then the scene I had in my head #ahhhhhh #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #strangerthings #steve stranger things #eddie and steve

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maybieawriter · 6 years ago

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Night Off | Shawn Mendes Fluff

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N

Word Count: 3,200+ Warnings: summarized smut at the end Summary: Dad! Shawn and pregnant! y/n need a night to themselves ( Hi everyone, I apologize for the horrible ending! I couldn’t seem to write anything worth posting so I put a bit of summarized smut. I am not confident in my smut-writing-skills at all, so I kind of jumped around it. The ACE Family inspired me for this in the beginning too. Hope you enjoy this, even though I kept skipping things.

Y/N woke up from the rain hitting the bedroom windows. The alarm clock on her nightstand reads “3:17 am.” She rubs her 30 week bump as she listens to the sound of rain in the drainage pipe along the roof. She thinks back to when her and Shawn used to cuddle on the couch and fall asleep to the pouring rain. His old apartment had the best view of the CN Tower and the Toronto skyline. She almost wishes that they still lived in that apartment just to watch the rain from the giant living room windows. However, after her and Shawn had been married for a few months, they both decided it was time to move to and live in a family sized home. So now, here they are 4 years later, in a suburban section of Toronto, not too far from his parents in Pickering.

As the rain continues to pour, Y/N feels the need to curl into Shawn’s arms. The baby in her belly was not kicking her at the moment so she was thankful for that. However, even if the baby started to kick, the feeling of Shawn’s hand on her belly calmed the baby. She turns to reach for him, but his side of the bed is empty. She quickly remembers that their 18 month old daughter, Ella, had woken them up earlier that same night. Shawn got up to calm her down and Y/N had fallen back asleep before he returned to bed. She honestly wondered if he ever made it back into your shared bedroom.

Slowly getting up, her hands instantly cradle her stomach. The bump was very prominent now, and getting up took a bit more effort. Yesterday was her 30 weeks mark, so she only has about 10 more weeks until number baby 2. Y/N started towards the hallway and went directly to Ella’s room. Her bedroom door was open half way, probably from when Shawn came in. She pushed the door open slightly as she walked in. The room was only lit up by a small unicorn night light plugged into the wall. Needless to say it was rather dark in the room, but Y/N could see just what she needed to. It was hard for Y/N to contain her laughter as she approaches Ella’s crib, due to the fact that Shawn was laying in the crib with Ella with his feet in the air, resting against the railing.

Y/N wanted to go back to her and Shawn’s room to grab her phone to take a picture. But, she stayed right next to the crib, gently leaning on the railing, watching her husband and daughter sleep in the crib.

She began to think of all the conversations she had with Shawn before Ella was born. Shawn always said that he would take time off from his music and touring to stay home with Y/N and raise their kids. And, it didn’t take long for Y/N to realize that he was being serious. Shawn hasn’t been on tour since before the first pregnancy was announced. Obviously the fans were upset, but he promised them that he was still making music while raising his family.

Ella stirred in her sleep and moved further away from her dad. Y/N took this opportunity to wake up Shawn, but she didn’t want to startle him. Her hand moves through his long brown curls, slightly scratchy his scalp to wake him. It didn’t take much of that before Shawn’s eyes opened only to see his wife staring at him inside of their daughters crib. Clearly he didn’t realize that he fell asleep after laying with her. He looks over at Ella and then back at Y/N, and motions for her to move away from the crib so he can get out. Slowly and carefully, he makes it out of the crib and sighs. Y/N pulls him into a hug and doesn’t move, she just holds him until he is ready to leave Ella’s room. She could tell that he didn’t mind staying in her crib, but Y/N knew that his back would be hurting the next day. She takes his hand to lead him back to the bedroom, quietly shutting Ella’s door on their way out. Once the couple makes it back to their bed, Shawn is more awake and wants to cuddle with his wife. He pulls her against his chest and places a hand on her stomach, his thumb moving across her skin.

He buries his head into her neck and mumbles, “she wouldn’t stop crying. I think she had a bad dream. Climbing in her crib felt like the only option.” She knows that Shawn is trying to reason with her.

“I would have done the same thing,” Y/N whispers to him softly.

“How’s the other little one doing?” He asks while rubbing your belly a bit more than before.

“Quiet, which is okay because that means he’s not kicking.”

Shawn immediately perks up, leaning on his elbow, “He? What makes you think it’s a boy?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N chuckles. “I just have a feeling.”

At this point, Shawn has already started thinking all of the possible things he can do with his son. Teaching him how to play guitar or how to play soccer or hockey. Ella hasn’t yet started her guitar lessons with Shawn yet, but he gets more excited the older she gets, so he can finally teach her. Shawn was the best father to Ella. He sings to her almost every night, reads to her as much as possible and is almost always on diaper duty.

“You have a feeling, huh? Well what if I think it’s another girl?” Shawn says back to his wife.

“I wouldn’t mind having another girl. I just think this one is a boy. We only have 10 more weeks to go. Hopefully he or she will come early, give me a break.” Y/N says. When she was pregnant with Ella, she was 8 days late. They are both hoping that this baby won’t take as long to arrive.

“I kind of hope it’s a boy too. Just to even it out I guess,” Shawn laughs.

“Oh don’t lie, you want another girl,” Y/N smirks at him.

Shawn looks at her, knowing she’s right and he doesn’t want to admit it. As his head falls into his pillow, he mumbles “ughhhhhhh why are you always right.”

“I’m your wife, I’m always right.” She starts to comb through Shawn’s hair, it messy and needs a wash, but it’s hard to shower with an 18 month old on the loose.

With his face still in the pillow he asks, “can we bring Ella to my parents for a night or two? I really want you to myself before the baby comes. And, to be honest, Ella is kind of a cock blocker.”

It takes everything in Y/N not to laugh out loud, knowing if she does she will wake up Ella down the hall. “Sure babe, I’ll call Mom in the morning. We should get some sleep though, Ella will be up in a few hours.”

He turns onto his back again, lifting his arm to allow her to curl against his side, her leg wrapping over him. “Well then we better get to sleep,” he says looking down at her, his curls still a wild mess. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N says back to him, staring right into his eyes. She rests her head back on his chest, letting sleep consume them both.

In the morning, Shawn wakes up before Y/N and Ella. Shawn turns his head and sees Y/N still sleeping soundly, the baby in her belly most likely sleeping too. He glances at the clock, reading 7:09 am, and knows it’s only a matter of time before Ella wakes up. As much as he wants to stay in bed with Y/N all day, he gets up slowly and carefully not wanting to wake his wife up.

Shawn moves slowly to the bedroom door, avoiding the areas of the floor where is gets creaky when someone walks on it. He opens it, quickly slides out of the room, and gently shuts it behind him. He makes his way down the short hallway do his daughters bedroom, pressing his ear against the door to hear her if she is awake. He can hear her fussing a bit, so he knows she is about to cry or shout soon. He enters her room with a smile and sees that she is just waking up. Her brown curly hair a complete mess after her slumber, and her cheeks pink as ever. Leaning over her crib, Ella’s eyes immediately go to her dad. Instantly her arms dart up with the cutest chubby graby-hand motion. He chuckles down at her and reaches in to pull her out. Wanting her to remain quiet, he uses a very quiet voice, “good morning sweet pea, how did you sleep?”

Ella, who can only babble, replies with a soft “ahhhhhhh” to her dad.

“Oh really, that well huh?” He questions her jokingly, placing her down on the changing table. “I think you only slept so good because daddy got in your crib with you. Isn’t that right?”

She only makes small squeaks to respond to him while he changes her diaper.

After Shawn changers Ella, he carries her downstairs into the kitchen and sets her in the highchair. The whole time Shawn tries to buckle her into the seat, Ella keeps squeezing Shawn’s fingers, not wanting to let him go yet.

“Ella, you gotta let go of daddy now,” Shawn begins to say in his best baby voice. “I need to make you and mommy some breakfast.”

Of course Ella has no idea what her dad is saying, but she smiles and lets go of his fingers, giggling in the process. While Shawn is busy making breakfast, he talks to Ella about the new song he’s been writing about Y/N. He knows that she can’t understand, but her responsive baby cheers make it seem like she does. One of Ella’s cheers is loud enough to wake up Y/N upstairs, Shawn quickly shushing her.

Y/N sits up in bed instantly wondering why her daughter was squealing so loudly, and then she noticed her husband is missing from their bed. She raises from the bed slowly, and walks into the bathroom. Now that she’s awake that means the baby in her belly will be awake. After freshening up, Y/N heads downstairs making her way to the kitchen. Stepping into the bright room, she sees her husband sitting on the stool next to their daughters highchair. Ella hands are covered in smooshed banana, cheerios are all over the floor, and her face is slightly red from the strawberries Shawn cut up for her.

Ella notices her mother walk into the room, her arms immediately reach for her as she lets out more squeals. “Good morning honey,” Y/N giggles at Ella as she walks over to them. Shawn hands instinctively go to Y/N’s belly gently caressing it. Ella laughs in response to her mother. Y/N turns to Shawn, leaning on him a bit, “and good morning to you, handsome.”

Shawn blushes a bit before kissing her. “Good morning, beautiful” he gushes to Y/N. “I made you breakfast too,” he admits pointing at the countertop to her toast, eggs and glass of orange juice.

“Thank you,” she smiles at him, leaning down for another quick kiss. Ella lets out a small yell to announce that she is done with her breakfast.

Shawn nods to Y/N, “I’ll keep Ella occupied while you have breakfast.” He removes Ella’s highchair tray and sets it near the sink, then picks her up. The parents laugh and a few cheerios fall off of Ella as she is lifted from the seat, causing her to let out a few giggles too.

“I’ll call mom once I’m done. What time should I tell her?”

“4:30,” Shawn responds. “I’m taking you to dinner, we’ll go after we drop Ella off.”

Y/N’s call with Shawn’s mother is mostly filled with Karen being excited to see her granddaughter. Y/N laughs at Karen a bit because she saw Ella 5 days ago. “So we will drop her off around 4:30 pm and pick her up around 11:00 am tomorrow morning, is that alright?”

“Anytime, you can take as long as you’d like. I’ll let Manny know. See you soon hun.” Karen rushes to get the already clean house prepared for Ella, quickly hanging up on Y/N.

The day went by fast as Ella was excited to see her grandparents again. They always spoiled her a little too much, but isn’t that what grandparents are for? Before they knew it, it was time to leave. Shawn puts Ella in the carseat and jumps into the driver’s seat, seeing Y/N already settled in the passenger’s seat next to him, silently rubbing her belly. The drive to Manny and Karen’s house is only about 25 minutes so they managed to sing along with a few songs on the radio. Ella of course screaming the lyrics that she really doesn’t know. As they pull up the driveway, Shawn noticeably perks up in his seat, making Y/N laugh.

“What’s got you all excited?”

“We are about to drop off Ella and actually have a night to ourselves again. I think I’m more than a little excited,” Shawn replies as he parks the car.

“Well you’re gonna have to contain your excitement until we get home, love. I don’t think that your parents would appreciate us using their driveway to have car sex. Plus I can barely move in here,” Y/N smirks at him, unbuckling herself.

Shawn stops all movement to look at his wife, “don’t tempt me.” Her eyes widen and he gives her a quick kiss by leaning over the center console. Shawn grabs Ella from her carseat while Y/N grabs her overnight bag. The second that Manny opens the door Ella screams in joy and reaches out for him. Manny quickly takes Ella from Shawn before she inadvertently jumps out of his arms.

Karen, Manny, Y/N and Shawn make small talk about Ella for a few minutes before Karen says, “alright you two, we’ve got it from here. Go and enjoy a night out and we will see you tomorrow morning.” Of course the young parents listen to her, but not before smothering Ella in kisses and hugs.

Shawn gives his daughter another sloppy kiss on the cheek, using his baby voice, “mommy and daddy will see you tomorrow okay, lovebug.”

Ella giggles and says, “bye daddy. Bye mommy.”

As much as Y/N and Shawn want a night out, they know they will miss Ella. Making their way back to the bar, Shawn lifts Y/N up in a bridal pose and carries her the rest of the way to the car. Y/N takes the small opportunity to kiss his neck, as he places her in the passenger seat.

“Baby, you shouldn’t do that right now, because I will take you right here in my parents driveway if I have to,” Shawn whimpers to Y/N.

- skipping dinner -

Back at home Shawn and Y/N decide on a movie to watch. The house is quiet without Ella’s giggles bouncing off the walls. Shawn and Y/N curl up on the couch, her legs on-top of his, and his arm around her, and opposite hand on her belly. Shawn had picked the movie “Baywatch” which has plenty of humor in it. However, half-way through Y/N notices the lead actresses are very pretty, and very thin. Before Y/N was pregnant with both Ella and baby number 2, she wasn’t skinny. Her realistic body type is what lured Shawn to her, but now she wonders if Shawn would want her to slim down after the baby is born. Shawn notices after a few minutes that Y/N is quieter than normal, he pauses the movie, causing her attention to go to him.

“Why’d you pause it?” Y/N worries.

“Why are you so quiet? You are never this quiet during a movie,” Shawn ponders while moving closer to her, even those she’s basically on-top of him already.

Y/N sighs knowing Shawn won’t stop pestering her until she answers his question. “I just….I just feel like I’m not attractive anymore,” Y/N lets out. She starts to get teary eyed, “having another baby is going to be great, but I feel like you’re not going to think i’m hot or sexy after I give birth.”

Shawn’s sadness immediately shows, he’s upset that his wife is self-conscious. His arms wrap around her tighter as tears start to fall, letting her bury her face into his neck. “Baby,” Shawn whispers. “I would never in my life think that you are unattractive. You are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world to me. I never want you to think that I don’t completely adore you.” He pauses for a minute, getting a little choked up. Y/N pulls her face out of Shawn’s neck, leaving it wet with tears, and rests her forehead against his. “You are carrying our second child, of course your body is going to change, but my love for you isn’t going to. I will never think your body isn’t sexy because you’ve had my children. You are -”

Before he can finish, Y/N cuts him off with a steamy kiss. Her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and moving so she is straddling him. Shawn’s massive hands run over her butt, gently squeezing them to make her moan.

Y/N pulls away slightly whimpering, “I love you.” “I love you so much Shawn, thank you.” She doesn’t even let her breathless husband speak before pulling him in for another kiss. A mini-makeout session starts and within a few moments, both Shawn and Y/N are without shirts.

Shawn pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, “I love you too, and I plan on showing you how much I love you tonight and everyday for the rest of our lives.” Y/N’s face turns a deep red, her hands moving to pull his face to meet hers again. Things move quickly as Shawn carries Y/N to the bedroom, laying her down on their king-size bed. Clothes are removed and thrown across the room. Shawn hadn’t recently seen Y/N’s chest, which is slightly larger than usual due to the pregnancy. “Oh baby,” Shawn moans lips against her chest within an instant. Let’s just say that Y/N and Shawn’s whimpers, moans, and groans were heard by the neighbors until they both past out around 1:00 am from exhausting each other out.

Waking up to a quiet house is rare, so sleeping in was no issue for Shawn and Y/N. Around 9:30 am, Shawn woke up to soft snores coming from his wife, who was practically on top of him. Their intertwined legs meant he couldn’t move, but he didn't care. Being this close to his wife, without a raging 18-month old in the house felt amazing. He stares at her while she remains asleep, wondering how he got so lucky.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes smut #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes x

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whatarubberchicken · 6 years ago

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Day 19 (December 19th) - Holly

(continued from Day 6 – Gift Wrap, Day 10 – Blanket, and Day 11 - Scarf)

Ladybug waited with bated breath as Chat Noir (Adrien!!) looked at the scarf. He looked up at her, then back down to the scarf, and then back up to her again.

“Marinette?” he asked quietly. She nodded. He sucked in a deep breath and then started pacing frantically, muttering to himself.

She could relate! She was pretty sure she was in shock, otherwise she’d be joining him over there!

After a minute, he stopped and looked at her again, as though to reassure himself that she was still there. Ladybug waved. Chat blinked, and brought his hand up to his mouth, biting down on his knuckle.

Then he emitted what could only be described as a mini-scream. Like he didn’t want to alarm anyone, but couldn’t quite hold it all inside. Ladybug nodded; she could empathize. She was about two seconds away from a mental breakdown herself.

“Marinette? You’re Marinette. I mean, of course you’re Marinette—this makes so much sense,” he babbled. “You’re amazing and smart and clever and brave and—ahhhhhhh!”

He let out that little mini-scream again. It was kinda cute, and Ladybug was thinking about stealing it. She was about due for her own freak-out here.

Chat was staring at her again, and still biting his knuckle. He looked torn. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to be able to read his thoughts right now!!

He appeared to come to a decision and let out a long, shuddering breath. Ladybug reflexively clutched the little box he’d given her. Whatever he said next—

“I take it back.”

She blinked. “Huh?” He gulped and glanced down at the box in her hands, then back up to her face.

Oh. He wanted his ring back. Of course. That was understandable. She was no longer just his beloved, fearless partner. She was his classmate, who he saw trip over her own feet on a daily basis and who couldn’t formulate a complete sentence in his presence.

Still, it hurt a bit, she thought, clutching the box one last time. He’d just been saying such nice things about her and then—

“I take it back,” he repeated. “That is an engagement ring!”

“WHAT?!” Ladybug nearly fell over in shock.

“Yeah,” Chat said, nodding, his eyes wide and frantic. “And I want you to wear it—all day, every day—and marry me, and date me, and kiss me—wait, that’s not the right order—umm….” He was babbling again.

She burst out laughing. “Chat, you dork!” Geez, he’d really given her a scare there!

“I’m being serious!” he insisted. He bit his lip and started muttering again. “Oh, this is bad. This is very, very bad!”

Aaand the hurt was back.

“It’s not that bad that I’m Marinette, is it?” she asked quietly.

“Are you kidding me? It’s awful!” he cried, his eyes wild again. “Ladybug is distant and untouchable, but Marinette has people asking her out all the time!!”

“What?! No, I don’t!”

He gave her a flat stare. “Nino. Luka.”

“That is two guys in the space of a year,” she said, unimpressed.

“Nathaniel.”

“He was akumatized!”

“Theo.��

“He—WHAT?! What are you talking about?”

“Oh, um… nevermind,” Chat said, looking uneasy.

“Besides, you’re one to talk!” she shot back, gesturing to him. “Adrien Agreste has girls stalking him all the time!”

“What?! No, I don’t!”

“Adrien,” she said, giving him the same flat stare he’d just given her. “You have a bodyguard.”

“That was not my idea!”

“And I seem to recall an incident where we had to go to the movies in disguise,” she added, folding her arms.

“Haha, yeah, that was fun—Hey!” His eyes lit up and he looked her up and down. “I’ve seen Ladybug’s pajamas!” he said gleefully.

“Dork,” Ladybug said, shaking her head. The smirk didn’t leave his face. “You’re imagining my hair in that towel, aren’t you?”

Chat nodded shamelessly.

“Ugh, I’m out,” she groaned, flinging her yoyo.

“Hey, wait!!” he cried, chasing her onto the rooftops. She kept going, leading him on a merry chase through town, hoping to lose him.

Problem was, he was just as magically-powered as she was, and he loved to hunt her.

“Chat!” she finally said, whirling around on a rooftop to face him. “As much as I like to spend time with you, I need to go have my own freak-out about our identities—”

“Go ahead!” he said cheerfully, slinging his baton across his shoulders.

“—and I’d really rather not have you there.”

“Aww,” he pouted. “Why not?”

“There’s going to be lots of screaming.”

“That’s understandable,” he nodded. Then he paused. “Wait, no it’s not! You’ve never had a problem with me before! Is… is Adrien bad?” He asked uncertainly, his eyes big and pouty.

Ladybug barely refrained from screaming.

I feel like I just kicked a kitten.

“No, Adrien, you’re not bad,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Okay, so what’s the problem?”

She sucked in her breath, and then… she couldn’t take it anymore. She let out the little mini-scream. Chat blinked at her, and then laughed.

“I think I know what to get you next year. You sound like a tea-kettle!”

“You’re one to talk!” she burst out.

“So, matching tea kettles, then?” he asked hopefully.

Ladybug stared at him in disbelief.

Oh my God, I’m gonna marry this dork.

And speaking of…. She held out the jewelry box he’d given her. “I still can’t accept this.”

Chat panicked. “Nooooo!” he cried, pushing the box back towards her.

“Nope,” she said decisively. “We haven’t had a proper date, or a proper first kiss, and that proposal was terrible, by the way, I want something waaay more romantic—”

“So, let’s fix that!” he said eagerly, darting away. Ladybug stared after him in bewilderment, especially when he came back clutching a tiny green plant in his hand.

“First kiss under the mistletoe!” he said proudly, holding it above their heads. “That’s romantic, right?”

She bit back a smile.

Yup, I am so gonna marry this dork.

She leaned in and gave him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. When she pulled back, he had the dopiest smile on his face. Ladybug giggled a little.

“Chat,” she said, stepping away. “That’s holly.”

His smile disappeared. “Oh. –Wait a minute! Then why did you kiss me?! LADYBUG?!”

But she was already swinging away.

...End.

#25daysofml2k18 #25daysofchristmasprompts2k18 #day 19 #holly #ladynoir #chat noir #ladybug #and that wraps up the ladynoir present reveal!

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rootbeergoddess · 6 years ago

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Yondu’s Baby

@athena83 wanted some Yondu x Reader fluff so I wrote this adorable fic in which the reader has Yondu’s baby. If you like this fan of this, you can get a commission from me and leave me a tip.

“There, did you feel it?”

Kraglin’s eyes went wide as the baby kicked. You smiled as he rubbed your stomach, feeling the small child within you. This was new to him. Ravagers didn’t have babies normally. Granted, Kraglin and Yondu weren’t normal Ravagers. He leaned forward, placing his ear close to your belly button.

“I feel it!” He said. “Holy shit, it’s really in there!”

“Yep,” You smiled. “And they’re kicking up a storm.”

“Is it gonna be a girl or a boy?” Kraglin sounded giddy.

“Doctor said a girl,” You rubbed your belly. “You’re going to be an uncle Kraglin. How do you like the sound of that?”

“An uncle? Me?”

“Hey, what’s all this?”

Yondu entered the room, plastic bags in his hand. Normally, Kraglin would be on his feet with a Ravager salute but he was still listening to the baby. Yondu wore a scowl but it vanished quickly and was replaced with a smile. He couldn't be angry.

“Boss, I felt it! I felt the baby!” Kraglin sounded like a child. “She’s moving and everything!”

“Yeah, babies do that,” Yondu said. “Help me wit the groceries boy.”

Kraglin got up and took some of the plastic bags. You had only asked for ice cream so you weren’t sure what the rest of the bags were for. Surely, one tub of ice cream didn’t fill up six shopping bags. You went to get up from your chair but Yondu ran over to you, taking your hand.

“Ye don’t need to stand up,” He said gently. “If you need something, lemme get it fer ya.”

“Yondu, we’ve been over this. I’m pregnant, not dying.”

“You’re not just pregnant. Youse pregnant with mah baby,” Yondu made you sit down. “And that means ya gotta take it easy.”

Never in a million years did you think Yondu Udonta would be such a worrywart. The man who helped kill a Celestial was worrying over you. The elderly Centaurian who had a whistle that could kill a fleet of men was protective over his little, Terran wife. A younger Yondu would have denied it, saying he didn’t show affection. Ravagers weren’t supposed to be soft and weak. Now, Yondu openly admitted that he cared. He said he was too old for the macho bullshit act.

In all honesty, Yondu hadn’t seemed like your type. The two of you had worked on a job before and you thought that would be the end of it. Ravagers weren’t fans of bounty hunters. A month after the first job, Yondu gave you a call, asking if you wanted to work together again. Credits were credits so you agreed. After that, he kept calling. A year later, you decided to just join his crew. You told yourself it was for the money. Of course, that had been a lie. Once Taserface had engaged the mutiny, you knew where your priorities were.

Now, you were pregnant with Yondu’s baby. When you told Yondu and showed him the sonogram, he almost started crying. Since then, he waited on your hand and foot. There were times where you felt like you were being needy, asking for snacks or something to entertain yourself but Yondu didn’t mind. He would have kidnapped Nova Prime for you. It was overwhelming.

“Yondu, we’re not having this conversation again,” You stood up. “Besides, my legs are cramping up. I’ve been sitting for too long.”

“But--” Yondu began.

“No buts,” You stretched. “Ah, that’s much better.”

“Cantcha sit down just a bit longer?” Yondu fretted.

“Oh my god, Kraglin tell your boss to stop treating me like a child,” You said, walking over to the groceries. “You know I just asked for ice cream.”

“Well yeah but they was having a sale on them cookies yew like. The black ones with the icing in ‘em.”

“Oreos?” You asked, reaching into the bags. “Yondu, you bought four bags of them.”

“I tolda ya, they were on sale,” Yondu shrugged. “Also got you some gummy worms.”

“You bought five bags of those.”

“They were also on sale.”

You were pretty sure Yondu was lying. You had been with him long enough to know when he was hiding the truth. Part of you enjoyed this extra attention and another part of you hated it. Was Yondu overdoing it? Yes, in a big way. You understood why he was doing it. He wanted to keep you happy and he wanted to make sure the baby was happy too. It wasn’t like you didn’t want the baby to healthy either but you didn’t want Yondu stretching himself to thin. He had a job to do as well. If he wasn’t focused, what would happen?

“Kraglin, could you give us a second?” You asked the first mate.

Kraglin nodded before leaving the room.

“Yondu, you know you don’t have to do all this right?” You said.

“I dunno watchu talkin’ about.” Yondu gruffed.

“I know you want me to be happy,” You continued, going up to him. “And I appreciate all the effort. But I don’t need so many sweets.”

There was a pause. You hated it when there was silence between you two. That meant he was thinking. Sometimes, when he thought, he got caught up in his own mind.

“I just don’t wanna fuck this up,” He finally said. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Neither have I baby,” You wrapped your arms around him. “I’m new to this too.”

“Yeah, but youse ain’t me. I didn’t have a conventional childhood. You had a normal Terran upbringing.”

“For the most part,” You turned Yondu around to face you. “But that doesn’t mean having a baby doesn’t scare me.”

“Still,” Yondu cupped your face. “I’m a fuckup. I’m a natural at it.”

“We all are honey,” You kissed his fingers. “Just know that we’re going to do this together. You’re not alone.”

“I know,” Yondu pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you babygirl.”

“I love you too.”

“AHHHHHHH!”

Yondu winced slightly as Y/N screamed and squeezed his hand. The baby was coming early. The little bugger was supposed to be due in two weeks but here they were in the hospital.

“C’mon baby, breathe,” Yondu wiped away sweat from her brow. “You can do this.”

Y/N started her breathing again, straining and sweating as she pushed. Kraglin was no help, having already passed out in a chair. It was up to Yondu and the doctors to get this baby out.

“I see a head. Keep pushing!” The doctor shouted.

“I can’t!” Y/N whimpered.

“Yes, you can baby, push!” Yondu squeezed her hand.

Y/N exhaled before grunting, pushing as hard as she could. As she did, crying was heard. The doctor pulled the baby out, holding the screaming infant carefully in his hand. Yondu was in awe. He watched as they cut the umbilical cord and cleaned off the child, he couldn’t believe it. That baby was his. After months of hanging out in Y/N’s stomach, their baby was finally here.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl!” The doctor handed the baby over to Y/N.

The baby’s cries became softer as Y/N held her. Her skin was a pale blue color yet she had her mother’s hair color. The baby continued to cry until she opened up her eyes and looked at her parents. Slowly, her cries vanished and she was quiet, silently looking at them. Yondu wanted to cry. Their baby was perfect. He couldn’t believe how tiny she was. Grinning, he reached over with his finger and caressed her face.

“Hey there ya lil’ bugger,” Yondu said. “I’m yer daddy.”

“Yondu, she’s beautiful,” Y/N sniffed. “I can’t believe it. She’s here.”

“We did it babe,” Yondu kissed Y/N’s head. “I’m proud of you.”

“You better be. That was hard work,” Y/N giggled. “But was worth it.”

“Totally worth it.”

“Okay, the camera’s on!” Y/N said. “Alright, look the camera guys.”

Baby Azure sat on her father’s lap, happily sucking on her hand. Kraglin was crouched down on the floor, hiding his face. Azure smiled as Kraglin uncovered his face and she laughed. Kraglin grinned as he hid again.

“Where’s Krags? Here he is!” Kraglin declared.

Azure gurgled, clapping her hands. Yondu, of course, was smiling like mad. Being a father was both exciting and terrifying. The ship had already been baby proofed but Yondu doubled checked everything daily. He would die before he let anything happen to his darling baby girl. While Azure was still mostly eating mushy foods, Yondu double pureed her baby food just to be safe. His sleeping schedule was somewhat erratic due to the fact he woke up and ran down the hall just to check on his daughter.

Azure was a doll. She cried but only when she was hungry or in need of changing. She was content to just sit on your lap and cuddle. She was slightly messy when it came to eating but Yondu joked is was her Ravager instinct kicking in. Azure was also very loving and one of her favorite people was Kraglin. Lucky for her, the feeling was mutual. Kraglin took his role as the uncle very seriously. If Y/N or Yondu were too busy, Kraglin took over. He’d feed her, change her diapers, play with her, do everything he needed to keep her happy.

Azure reached towards Kraglin. Kraglin took her and laid down on his back, holding the baby up in the air. Happily, Azure cooed and giggled.

“Lookit, she’s flying! Ain’t that something?” Kraglin smiled up at Azure.

“So as you can see, Azure is growing up fast,” Y/N said. “She enjoys playing with her daddy and Uncle Krags. She’s gotten bigger, she’s learning how to crawl and she’s just being a good girl. Azure, can you say hi to Peter?”

Azure looked towards the camera. Kraglin sat up and held her up.

“Hiya Pete!” Kraglin spoke in a funny voice. “I miss ya! Come back and visit me!”

“You heard her, come back soon Peter, she misses you!” Y/N said before turning off the camera. “And that’s a wrap. Whose ready for lunch?”

“I am! I’m ready for some cute baby!” Kraglin started kissing Azure’s face. “Nom nom nom!”

Azure squealed in delight, gurgling as Kraglin showered her with kisses. Yondu’s smile continued to grow as he watched them. So this was what he it was like to have a baby. There was a hard work and sleepless nights but Yondu realized he enjoyed being a father. He enjoyed having a family in general. Was it sentiment? Probably. He was too old to care about showing feelings. It was exhausting to keep up a facade.

“Penny for your thoughts captain?” Y/N sat down on his lap.

“Just thinkin’ about how goddamn happy I am,” Yondu wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist. “I gots a lovely lady, a nice family. My life is fuckin’ perfect.”

Y/N smiled and watched as Kraglin continued to shower Azure with kisses. The baby’s smile was huge and she giggled with glee.

“Yeah, this is the life isn’t it?” Y/N said, leaning back.

“It sure is,” Yondu kissed his lover’s cheek. “I love you.”

“Really? You love little old me?” Y/N turned around to face him. “Well guess what? I love you too!”

“Hey, what about us?” Kraglin asked.

“Gah!” Azure exclaimed.

“Yes, I love you too Kraglin and my little bundle of joy,” Y/N giggled.

“You better love us. Epsically Azure. Since ya’ll made her.”

“C’mon Kraglin, you can be our son!” Yondu pushed Y/N off his lap. “C’mere boy!”

“Y/N, help. He’s being weird again.” Kraglin held Azure up in defense.

Azure reached out to her father. Yondu chuckled and took her. He gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek and she smiled.

“How about I make us all some lunch?” Y/N got up. “We can have a nice little family lunch.”

“I like the sound of that.” Yondu said.

He wrapped his arm around his lover, gave her a kiss and let her lead the way to the kitchen.

#Rootbeer Writes #Guardians of the Galaxy #Yondu #Self Insert #Yondu x Reader #Yondu Udonta #Kraglin

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agentstarkid · 1 year ago

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Just so y'all can have a better idea what outfit had Roy struggling to keep his dick inside his pants in public 😜🥵

I told you this already bestie, but I stand by it:

“Roy. Come for me, baby”

that man went to heaven, talked to Saint Peter and he told him “today's not your day yet, buddy” and sent him back lol

THE WHOLE “C'mere” SPEECH AHHHHHHH 😩😩😩😩 That got me giggling and kicking my feet 🤭 you were not joking with the whole "clothes back on, simp Roy returns" 😩 Oh Girlie, you (we) are fucked ((literally and figuratively lmao))

“Good girl”

“That's it, gorgeous. Come for me, baby. Fucking come for me. Need it. I need you”

ARE YOU KIDDING ME, TALLY???? DO YOU WANNA KILL ME 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 GOT ME ALL LIKE

I need 5 to 10 business days to recover 🥵😵💫

Shut Up and Drive (Chapter 4)

Roy Kent x F1 Driver!Reader

4.4k words

Warnings: Language, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, no foreplay or lube (because it's fiction), mentions of being cheated on, pining and some angst, Keeley is determined to get Roy laid

@agentstarkid is always the best at letting me ramble and plan ❤️

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Wednesday morning, Roy stood on the pitch, watching the Greyhounds amble out of the tunnel for training. He snuck a glance at his phone; still no new messages. He thought back to that morning in your bed. Yeah, he’d put in his number on your phone correctly, he was sure of it. You’d had a good time that night. You definitely came- multiple times, in fact. And you looked almost disappointed when he had to leave to be a responsible baby-sitter for his idiot team.

So why the fuck hadn’t you texted him?

“Mornin’, Coach!” Jamie chirped, his stupid pink headband giving Roy a headache. “Alright?”

Before Roy could open his mouth for some expletive-laced response, the mobile in his hand buzzed. Unable to help himself, he quickly opened the incoming message.

There you were.

Gorgeous as ever in a dark pair of leggings and a Ferrari t-shirt, you leaned against your beautiful car, cocky grin and mischievous eyes threatening to give Roy a hardon. The attached message made things worse:

She’s purring 😼

“Whoa there, Grandad.”

Realizing that Jamie was still over his shoulder, Roy stuffed his phone into his pocket with a scowl. “Go get warmed up, Tartt.”

Jamie’s eyes were bright with amusement. “You made her purr?” he scoffed. “The fuck did you do to her, Roy? And please, draw me a diagram or some shit.”

Roy’s face was bright red; whether from annoyance, embarrassment, or arousal he wasn’t quite sure. “Her fucking car,” he muttered.

“You fucked her in her racecar?” Jamie looked like a child who’d been visited by Father Christmas. “You are a god, Roy Kent-”

Roy threw his head back with a loud groan. “She’s talking about her car,” he barked. “Purring means it sounds good or whatever.” He pointed towards the pitch. “Now fucking go on before I have you tie a string around your prick again and give the other end to the mascot.”

With Jamie still laughing but finally gone, Roy snuck another glance at his phone, that horny little voice in his head telling him not to care if he popped a boner in front of the whole team. To his surprise, there was already another text waiting for him.

The car, I mean. You’ll have to make something else purr yourself, Kent.

Fuck. He bit his lip and tucked his phone away, wondering how the hell he was going to focus on training, or anything really, after reading that text.

You were going to be the death of him.

Eying Roy carefully over her salad, Keeley opened her mouth. “So how was your night with the Empress?” Her deepened, teasing voice had Roy scowling.

“Fuck are you on about?” He narrowed his eyes at the blonde who was perched on his desk after insisting they have lunch together. “I walked her to the hotel, apologized for the way the guys were all over, and went the fuck to bed. It was well past my bedtime.” He took a particularly aggressive bite of his own salad.

“Well, that’s disappointing.” Keeley pouted. “I think someone like you’d be good for her.”

Roy sighed and slammed his salad onto his desk. This conversation clearly wasn’t ending anytime soon. “Fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

A moment passed in silence as Keeley pursed her lips and studied Roy’s sullen face. “Well… about a year ago she had this beautiful, vile boyfriend. A model. Built like a Greek god or something. They were very hot and heavy, very public, for about three years. Aaaaaand he cheated on her. Quite publicly.” Keeley’s expression was heavy with sympathy. “Ever since, she hasn’t been seen with the same guy for more than two weeks.”

Color flooded Roy’s face. “And why the fuck d’you think I’d be good for her or whatever?”

Keeley reached out and touched Roy’s cheek, smugly noting how unusually warm it felt. “You’re a good guy, Roy. A damn good boyfriend. Probably the best one I ever had.” She shrugged and withdrew her hand. “She could use some of that.”

Roy stared at his salad. No wonder you were keeping him at arm’s length, leaving things up in the air about seeing each other again. He was just another fun time you were using to help you get over some other prick.

He hated how badly he wanted to let you use him.

“Who the fuck did he cheat with anyway?” Roy spat, ignoring the knots in his stomach. “Liz Hurly in the 90s?” His mouth moved ahead of his brain. “Because I can’t think of anyone who’d be worth losing- I mean, she’s just so fucking badass and gorgeous-”

“That, that right there!” Keeley lit up, pointing at Roy’s red face with her fork. “That’s why I think you’d be so nice for her. Look at you, already gushing over her. It’s kind of cute.” She tilted her head, reminding Roy of the poodle his great-aunt Natalie used to keep. “And I think it’s mutual,” she added slowly. “The couple of times you two’ve been in the same room, it’s obvious. There’s an attraction there. And I mean, you’re both legends in your sport, you’re both fit, you’re both full of white-hot passion-”

Roy rolled his eyes. “You trying to set me up on a date, or are you trying to cast a commercial?”

Keeley grinned. “Alright but think about how hot the two of you would look in a magazine- The Empress and the Greyhound.”

Pretending he didn’t love the sound of that, Roy picked a piece of shredded carrot out of his salad and tossed it at Keeley’s open mouth. “Eat your fucking lunch.”

You probably weren’t supposed to be in this hallway. You had promised to meet Keeley and Rebecca in the owner’s box, fully intent on drinking your weight in champagne while cheering on the Greyhounds. But you found yourself wandering down an empty hallway, wondering which way it was to the changing rooms, despite your inner voice scolding you about how you were getting far too comfortable with finding Roy Kent in your bed and reminding you not to start any bad habits with that gorgeous man who you had texted far too often this week.

“Oi.”

Heart skipping a beat, you turned around. All thoughts of not hooking up with Roy Kent again were immediately silenced when you caught sight of those trackpants, already starting to look tight as he quirked an eyebrow at you. It was kind of stupid of you to think you’d be able see him without your thoughts turning dirty, because there you were, face to face with the man and practically drooling in more ways than one.

“Roy Kent,” you greeted, at least appearing cool with your little smirk.

Roy’s eyes scanned your body slowly, unabashedly, taking in your tight red pants and low-cut tank top, all the way up to your Ferrari cap. Almost as if he knew you’d picked out this outfit hoping he’d see it. “Thought you were supposed to give me a heads up next time.”

You shrugged as you closed the distance between the two of you, barely resisting the urge to totally press your body to his. “Wasn’t sure if I’d see you this trip,” you admitted.

“What, already tired of sharing your hotel whiskey with me?” Despite his teasing voice, his furrowed eyebrows exposed his disappointment.

That sweet disappointment had you tugging at his open jacket with a little pout. “No hotel whiskey this time,” you purred. “Only here for the afternoon. I’m flying out after the match.”

“What’s with the quick turnaround?”

You smiled, wishing you could reach up and ease the wrinkle between his brows, instead choosing to use your grip on his jacket to tug him a smidge closer. “I was just here to meet with Rebecca. Keeley heard someone was selling a few shares, and Becca’s hoping I’ll scoop them up. She’s wining and dining me during the match today.”

His confidence returned, a smirk forming on those lips you wanted to feel on every inch of your body. “What, you think if you become an owner, you can boss me around?”

Completely ignoring that gnawing feeling deep in your gut telling you to turn around, to walk away from this beautiful man and find a less secluded hallway, you giggled and let one hand wander to his bicep. “Roy Kent, I don’t need to be an owner to tell you what to do.”

“Oh really?” His eyes darkened as he took another look up and down your body, lingering on all of his favorite parts. “Prove it.”

You stood on tiptoe, bringing your lips to his ear, savoring his shiver as you whispered, “Fuck me.”

In no time his hand was scandalously low on your back as he steered you to a nearby door, practically shoving you inside. Once the door was closed and locked behind you, Roy set to work making sure the boot room was empty- no Will Kitman hiding in some corner, too scared to move from his post- locking every door and shutting every set of blinds he could find. Roy Kent was a rather selfish man when it came to you; he wanted the delicious sounds of your moans and whimpers all to himself.

Satisfied that the two of you had the most privacy possible in a stadium packed with athletes, fans, and the press, Roy pulled you to himself, roughly pressing his mouth to yours, wasting no time before sliding his tongue inside. Somewhere in the kiss, your cap fell to the floor. Sighing into his open mouth, you wrapped your arms around his neck, wondering how you ever thought you’d be able to come to Nelson Road and resist him when he on his home turf.

He walked you backwards until your back hit a counter and let his hands wander down to the button of your red jeans. “Don’t have much time,” he mumbled, lips roving to your jaw. “Gotta be quick, alright?”

Eyes fluttering shut, you nodded, desperate for anything he’d give you. “Quick,” you breathed, already feeling yourself turn to putty under his rough hands.

Roy made quick work of your jeans, tugging them down your ankles, along with the pretty panties you’d picked just for him. Eyes on your glistening sex, he wiggled down his trackpants, revealing how hard he already was. Gripping your hips, he helped you hop onto the counter, where you spread your legs for him. He pressed his forehead to yours as he slowly slid himself into your entrance, bringing himself to a stop at the first whine that slipped past your lips.

“I know,” he cooed, bringing down one hand to soothingly rub your clit as he resumed inching into you. “I know, baby. You’re doing so well, taking me so fucking well.”

Your breath caught in your throat, this time from his words more than the burning feeling of his cock stretching you. Baby. You hated when men called you that, men who hadn’t been around long enough to call you such a sweet, gentle name. It was an instant turn-off. Too loving, too intimate.

But when Roy Kent said it? It sounded like heaven.

The feeling of him filling you up brought your thoughts back to the moment. He froze, letting you have a moment to get used to the sensation- as if you could ever get used to being fucked by Roy Kent. You wrapped your legs around his waist and brought your lips to his, letting your rough kiss give him permission to move again.

He started with slow, dragging strokes, watching your face with an intense gaze as you gripped his arms. You threw your head back against the wall, the pain giving way to familiar pleasure, especially with the way Roy expertly massaged your clit.

Feeling the needy way your cunt clenched around him, Roy picked up his pace, roughly thrusting into you. When a loud moan escaped your lips, he instinctively brought his free hand to your mouth, shaking his head.

“Gotta keep quiet, baby,” he growled. He could practically feel your pussy throb at the word. “Think you could do that for me?” When you nodded, he removed his hand and brought it to your clothed breast, squeezing it roughly through your top. “Good girl.”

Fuck. Was he trying to make you moan again?

Desperate for something to occupy your mouth, you latched your lips to his jaw, pressing slobbery kisses there as Roy drove into you, biting his lower lip to hold in his own moans. When his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside you, you whined against his skin and began sucking on the spot. Part of you scolded yourself; you were definitely going to leave a mark on his jaw. But the part of you that was drunk off of Roy’s cock hoped you left him with a reminder of this romp.

His garbled moan told you that he was close, so fucking close. Determined to be a gentleman, he quickened his strokes on your clit, bringing his free hand to your hip to attempt to hold you as still as possible so he could absolutely pound into you.

“Roy,” you whimpered against his jaw as that coil in your tummy wound tighter and tighter. You felt yourself start to spasm around his cock.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” he whispered, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Come for me, baby. Fucking come for me. I need it. Need you.”

His words made you snap. You gripped his biceps as if your life depended on it, and your teeth sunk into that spot on his jaw you’d been sucking to muffle the moan you felt sure the entire building could hear. He fucked you through your orgasm, wishing more than anything that he had time to make you come over and over again instead of having to savor this one like the treasure it was.

Your body spasmed beautifully against his until you looked up at him through your eyelashes, eyes glossy, completely fucked out. The sight only had him pounding harder, determined to give you something to remember him by before the two of you parted ways.

“Fuck,” he hissed, releasing your clit so he could grab your face and tilt it towards his. “Want me to fucking come for you?”

All you could do was nod and capture his lips with yours, your kiss sloppy and wet, tongues wrestling, teeth knocking carelessly. Your legs pulled him deeper, your fucked out mind desperate for him to fill you up.

Finally regaining some control of your still very horny mind, you brought your lips to his ear. “Roy,” you cooed, giving a little nibble to his lobe. “Come for me, baby.”

That fucking did it.

Roy’s whole body jerked as his cock spasmed and emptied inside you, your name softly falling from his lips like it was the only word he knew. Your eyes rolled back at the overstimulation, grateful that you were sitting because your knees were beyond weak, even weaker than your resolve had been when you’d first laid eyes on Roy in the hallway.

It felt much too soon when the two of you collapsed in each other’s arms, panting quietly. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, intoxicated by the scent of sex and Roy; fuck you wished you were staying in Richmond tonight. But the part of you that knew you were starting to get needy for Roy Kent was grateful you were leaving as soon as the match ended. This was getting far too easy.

With a quiet groan, Roy pulled out of you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, almost as an apology for having to rush things. As much as he needed to be inside you, he regretted that it was so sloppy, so hasty. If there was anything he wanted to take his time with, it was you.

He offered you his hand and helped you off the counter, which you couldn’t bring yourself to look at, fearful that you’d left a puddle behind. The two of you quickly fixed yourselves, pulling up pants and fixing hair. Roy bent down and picked up your hat, handing it to you with an almost bashful look on his flushed face.

“That was…” He raised his eyebrows, question marks in his eyes.

You let out a breathy chuckle as you put your hat back on, grateful that it would hide some of the mess Roy had made of your hair. “Yeah.” You ran your hands down your body, smoothing out your clothes. Fuck, you felt ready to pass out. Or ready to ask Roy to fill you up again.

“C’mere.” Roy grabbed your hand and pulled you to himself, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You better stay overnight next time,” he murmured, his thumb stroking a small piece of your exposed skin. “Because I want to take my time with you, got it?” He kissed your lips deeply. “Fucking Empress deserves to be treated properly.”

If the fucking hadn’t weakened your knees, Roy’s words sure would have. All you could do was kiss him back, wishing you had more time and wishing that you weren’t wishing that. Roy Kent had a reputation. Models, actresses, an heiress or two. And now, thanks to you, he could add F1 Driver to his resumé. Back at Silverstone, you figured he’d be fun, another nice little distraction, good for the weekend and maybe another hookup in Richmond if you ever came to a match. You’d promised yourself you weren’t stupid enough to actually fall for the footballer whose Chelsea kit still hung in the back of your closet somewhere.

But you also weren’t expecting those brown eyes to have that look as he gazed down at you.

“I better go,” you murmured, equally desperate to stay and get as far away as possible. “Becca and Keeley’ll be sending a search party soon.”

“Right.” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “Enjoy the match, yeah?”

You offered him a ghost of a smile as you tiptoed out of the boot room, trying to look as if you were supposed to be there, not that you’d snuck in for a quick fuck with the manager.

As you strode down the hall, walking quickly to get to the owners’ box before the girls could begin to wonder where you were, it dawned on you. This being a quick trip, you had no change of clothes. Meaning you were now stuck with a soaking pair of panties that would slowly fill with everything Roy had just given you. As annoyed as part of you was, knowing it was going to be an uncomfortable as hell football match and flight, some dirty little part of you couldn’t help but feel turned on at the thought.

Fuck. You liked shagging Roy Kent a lot more than you should.

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#shut up and drive series #tally is the fucking queen 👑

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xxcowardicexx · 7 years ago

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Dream (Day 8)

*i was steadily coming back to consciousness, i was rather warm compared to earlier. i began slowly opening my eyes, in front of me the fire was burning a low slow burn. The fire’s light reflected off the cave’s natural emeraldesk walls. I could still feel her arm wrapped around my stomach, my ears folded down.*

*She did so much for me, I felt so worthless. i hung my head slightly at all the memories, from when she pulled me up from that pond. Watching over me through all those hours of the night, laying with me to help me not have a heatstroke from the fever or kicking it from hypothermia. Constantly hunting out game for not just her, but myself as well. I definitely didn’t ask for her help.... but without her, i probably wouldn't be around right now and that much I was extremely grateful for. There was a lot to make up for, and i had a few ideas on what i could do to make things a little bit easier for her here...*

*I listened quietly, her breathing was that of almost a slight snore. Which made me smirk slightly. At least she was getting some well deserved sleep, but then my smirk left. Now i had to try and sneak my way out from under her embrace and not wake her. I started thinking, i brought my paw up to my chin when i realized i WAS a furry. I shifted my tail up to her arm, and softly pushed it up off my side as i used my right arm to pull her wrist up. It allowed me enough room to slither my way from under her arm. As I did so i lowered her arm down to her side.*

*Her blackish grey fur was soft, I sighed quietly. Her beauty was quiet remarkable. As she laid on the bed of thick moss, the fire flickered over her. It’s amber and orange hues played along the grey ends of her fur giving her a outline that shined in a way i couldn’t really put it into words its almost like she eclipsed the sun. I slowly sat up, my body was in knots. With a small scoot, i picked myself up moved slightly closer to the fire off of the bed of grass. She didn’t wake which was a small relief, because surely if i woke her without a good reason she would be upset. Hmm... if she awoke and i wasnt there she probably wouldnt be happy either, or as warm as she was for that matter...*

*Thinking, I lightly grabbed the part of the bed of moss i was laying on and covered her with it. It seems with my weight it compressed it all together making it like a makeshift blanket. Lightly tucking her in from my sitting down position my joints wanted to fight me, seems that the cold has put some stress on my body. I turned to try and slowly crawl a little bit closer to the fire when my back popped audibly, it made me wince in more than one way. Physically because it send a jolt down my spine, and mentally as i slowly looked over my shoulder at the fact she was still asleep. With a slight sigh i slowly stood.*

*I stepped lightly across the floor towards the waterfall entrance, my right foot was feeling much better. Still sore, but much better. I stopped against the stone wall that was the entrance of the waterfall. I watched outside. The snow was still falling, the wind had calmed down a considerable amount from the day before. The sun was rising? I couldn’t really tell what time it was of the day other than it was earlyish. I took a couple steps away out into the snow to the closest tree. I shivered as i touched the bark of the old oak.*

*I grabbed the tree with both arms, i held onto it with as much strength i could bracing my upper body with the tree. I moved my left leg carefully shifting the angle of my hips, twisting my spine. My ears folded down from the sound of my disks popping, it sounded like branches breaking... Slowly oh so slowly... i moved my foot back and moved my right leg the same way, popping my back the rest of the way. It was painful at first, my legs were weak for the moment, then were better as i stood.*

“ahhhhhhh” i sighed lightly

“mmmmm” i heard deeply inside

*???*

*i frowned. looking around making sure there wasn’t anything about.*

Whats wrong? Can’t i enjoy the stretches too?

*-_- Must have been that being inside of me*

I am you after all

*With a sigh i continued popping all the joints i could. Holding my hand on my elbow, holding my arm at 90 degrees vertical and slamming it strait releasing an audible pop. Rotating my shoulders and popping my shoulder blades. I bent over, and touched my toes popping the lowest part of my back, right near my tail bone. I then moved to the feet, just rotating them until the pressure releases. I didn’t know how to pop my knees.. so i moved my back against the tree and began to pop my wrists, and my fingers in more than one way. I each one from the base away from the palm, then i grabbed each finger in the middle joint and bent them sideways.*

“*slight gasp* Ew~* i herd

* I looked up and around and saw Beautiful leaning against the cave entrance slightly appalled but intrigued as i moved from my little dewclaw to the next, popping it sideways as well. She cringed as she saw bend in a way that she clearly didn’t like to see. I smirked at her reaction, I was used to it.*

“How can you do that?!” she watched in slight disgust, then moving down to try and make her claws do the same, wincing in pain as hers wouldn’t.

*chuckling* “ I’m double jointed in all of my fingers, even my thumbs” I said popping my middle finger sideways in a way that showed that it clearly wasn’t supposed to.

“EW~ stop thats gross!” she exclaimed slightly looking away.

*laughing now she looked at me as i finished popping my fingers.”

“You done yet?!” she said impatiently with her arms crossed.

*With a insanely large smile, i looked at her knowing i had saved the best for last. It was my favorite thing to pop. With a slight chuckle*

“Not yet” i said cooly

“Hmph.” she said disapointedly

*I turned my head sideways, Putting my chin 90 degrees to the left above my shoulder, she looked at me weirdly. I than snapped my chin to the other side. The sound sounded like a gun rapid firing as stopped pretty much at the same angle on the opposite side.*

“OH EW, EW” she said in horror

*i then slung my chin the other way, pretty much making the same sound on the return. it causes her to shiver and look away revolted*

“DONT DO THAT!!! YOU’LL BREAK YOUR NECK LIKE THAT” she shouted at me

“ Maybe one day, but that doesn’t seem to be today~ tehe” i said back smiling.

“Anyways, how long have you been standing there?” i inquired.

*slowly she looks back at me slightly nervously*

“enough to know you have a nice ass.” she said quietly

*I laughed*

“Trust me, your’s probably looks better” i said as I started walking back

*She looked up at me aggravatedly*

“Ok ok, no probably about it~ Though... i’ve never seen my own ass before.” i said holding my hand up slightly

*she rolled her eyes and smirked at me*

“just shut up already and get inside” she said turning around walking back into the cave.

*by the time I got into the cave she was sitting on the bed of moss, still kinda grossed out i guessed. she had her ears down.*

*I walked over to her, and sat down on the dirt next to the fire*

*she sighed a heavy sigh, I cocked my head to the side as i looked at her*

“whats up?” I looked at her confused

*she was looking at the ground at first, then looked at me like i was an idiot.*

“O-oh nothing, just a little.. hungry. thats all” she said looking back down to the floor.

*My ears shot up, I looked around for my fishing spear as i stood. She looked at me.*

“whats up?” she asked concerned.

“You’re hungry, I should go get you some food then..” I looked at her with the smile equivalent of a “cat face emoji”

*her ears perked up*

*i saw my spear sitting in the corner and walked over to it. I Picked it up and turned around. her face seemed like it lit up, her ears and tail were strait up and her tail was swishing in anticipation*

“C-could you get a couple rabbits? I know i said i was hungry but i did eat two fish last night, so you don’t have to rush or anything... But some rabbit does sound pretty good.” she said looking at me with different eyes. I closed my eyes and smiled a big smile.

“you can count on me!” i replied holding up a paw with a thumbs up

*i started making my way to the exit of the waterfall, when i herd her call out*

“Hey!”

* I turned around and looked at her*

“Yeah?”

“B-be careful out there” she said timidly

“ I will, you rest up and stay warm now you hear?”

*she giggled* “Fine, whatever~” she said as she laid down on the bed of moss next to the slow burning fire.

*as i exited the cave i sniffled through my runny nose, and sneezed, then snorted slightly. Finding them by scent wasn’t going to work. Seems that my nose was still recovering from almost freezing to death. But rabbits live in holes they burrow into the ground. So if i find some bushes with berries on them, then they shouldn’t be too far away i guessed.*

* began thinking about berries. I’ve had some. I know i had. Where? thinking back as i was walking away that i realized that I had some not long after entering this dream realm.. which was like over an hour walk after climbing that waterfall the opposite way i was walking. *

*I walked a slightly longer route around the far side of the waterfall, it was less steep and had some small thinner trees ( though covered in ice) to help me climb the hill.*

*after climbing the edge i began following the creek, my breath was a visible cloud as climbed the frozen landscape*

*I remembered all these trees from when i first walked by. Their leaves had fallen, branches covered in snow and icicles. there was no sound of birds singing their song in the trees. I heard the crunching of the snow underpaw, there wasn’t much really going on. I eventually found the snowcovered bush of red berries. I picked a few and tried to eat one. Frozen solid. I spit it out in fear of it lowering my body temperature. But i was now taking each step slowly, lightly, and quietly. I had my spear set and ready to cast.*

* in my mind i was already saying thanks. I was creeping around the higher bushes and low foliage. after a few minutes I heard the skittering of small paws in the underbrush. I squinted my eyes and looked at the shrubbery. it was moving. I cast it ahead of where was going. There was a squee from the landing. *

* i walked over and picked the spear up. It was a fat fluffy cotton tail rabbit speared through the neck. I shuddered as i put the spear on my shoulder, rabbit hanging from the end. I slowly started making my back. I hadnt realised that my whole way back to this place was all up hill. which is easier to climb up than climb down during this extreme weather.*

* I ended up falling on my ass a couple of times as i tried to climb down the hills, but eventually i made it back to that small brook that leads to the creek. which meant i was close to the cave. It had been quite a few hours and the sun was starting to set, the rabbits fur was kinda soaked in blood and slightly torn from where it bounced around on the stick and got dropped a few times from my impact with the ground.*

*eventually i made it down to the hill to the ponds base, i smirked at the remark that i didn’t just dive head first this time. I walked through the entrance and saw that she was curled up into a ball on the bed. her tail pretty much was a big as she was and she had covered herself up completely with it. The fire was almost dead, so i walked over the bundle of sticks that was wrapped up in vines and crouched beside it pulled out a claw. I heard a slight whimper come from her.*

*my ears folded down, she must be cold... Looking back at the sticks i sliced the vines and they clattered slightly to the ground from its tight bundle. I saw from the corner of my eye that she jumped slightly from the sound. I saw her come from out under her tail and stretch across the moss bed. She laid on her side, looking at me with a big smile.*

“Glad to see you made it back” she said softly

*i blushed*

“D-did you sleep well?” i said looking away adding sticks and leaves to the fire .

“I slept fucking fantastically~” she said stretching even more so across the bed.

*I looked sidelong at her as she did. when she stopped she looked me square the eyes, she looked like she was posing, like “paint me like one of your french girls” which in all honesty, a painting wouldn’t have done her justice. i could feel my heart beating slightly in my ears as the leaves started catching fire, making me look at the fire starting to burn a nice level*

*she got up smiling, and strutted over to the fire right next to me as i put more sticks into the fire, she put both hands on my shoulders and put her mouth near my ear *

“Nice!, thats a fat one isnt it? hehe I can take over cooking it if you would like” she said messaging my shoulders, which she seemed like she was having a difficult time because of how wide they are.

“You can relax and rest, i’ll wake you up when its done i promise...” she insisted

“ok ok, plus i think you know what you’re doing compared to me so ill let the professional handle it” i said smartly

“Oh- such High praise from such a strong, brave, mighty hunter” she said back dramatically.

*we both laughed as she stopped massaging my shoulders, i moved my way over to the moss bed, which was VERY VERY warm from where she was sleeping and i snuggled in on my left side, watching her as she pulled out a claw.*

*I Slowly closed my eyes as heard her go to work, and drifted off*

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dontshootmespence · 8 years ago

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Becoming Real: Her Name is Rebecca

In this installment of Becoming Real, Spencer and Luke surprise Diana with a car. @coveofmemories @the-slytherin-ice-queen @cosmicjennifer @mxolh @ultrarebelheart @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @tinyplanet-explorers @burnbrightdoll

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The week after Malin, Diana, Alicia, Emma, Spencer and Luke came back from their weekend away to celebrate Diana’s 16th birthday, Diana’s dads had quite the surprise in store. She was in her second semester in college and had gotten straight A’s. Her classes were amazing as she was finally be challenged. And for the most part, with the exception of a few broken curfews with Malin, she was working her ass off. Diana wanted to be a doctor more than anything, and she was going to do it no matter what.

“She’s not up yet?” Luke asked, leaning forward on the couch to check the clock. It was unlike her to sleep so late, but she also didn’t have class today and her second semester classes were a little more intense than her first few months. “Why won’t she get up?”

Across the way, Spencer laughed, while finishing a puzzle at the dining room table. In his older age, he found himself sitting at the table with his glasses on the bridge of his nose doing puzzles and reading a lot. “She’s tired. She’ll be up soon.” He understood why Luke was excited; he was excited too.

If Diana hadn’t gotten a full scholarship, they probably wouldn’t have been able to afford it, but since she had, they wanted to buy her a car to allow her to have a little more independence. If she wanted them to drive her to school occasionally anyway, they’d be happy to, but at the times when they couldn’t, her having a car would keep it so she didn’t have to rely on her half-brother or friends for a ride home.

For months now, they’d been looking into the safest possible cars for their baby girl. The thought of her driving and them not being able to give their lives in the event of a car accident made them both panicky, so they would only get the safest car possible. After looking all over, at a ton of different dealers, they finally settled on a 2035 Hyundai Tucson. It was an IIHS Top Safety Pick, had front crash prevention technology - everything you could possibly want to protect your child but at a fairly affordable price. So after filling out the paperwork the asked for a blue one and Luke had gone out to get it this morning. Spencer had bought a giant bow and placed it on top as soon as he got home. Now they were just waiting for Diana to wake up. “So sleepy,” she said, dragging her feet across the floor with the blanket wrapped around her.

“Woah, spitting image of you, babe,” Luke said. The picture was completed when Diana walked near the couch and fell across her Dad’s lap. “Why are you so tired?”

“It’s just...classes are killer,” she said, noticing that her Daddy, who was definitely not a morning person was wide awake, sitting at the table and smiling brightly over a cup of coffee. “Daddy, you hate mornings...like me. Why are you so happy this morning?”

Spencer got up from the table and grabbed a cup of coffee that he had made a few minutes earlier when he thought he heard her stirring in her room. “Here you go. Well, Dad and I are both excited because we have a surprise for you.”

Although still tired, her eyes widened. Her birthday was only a week ago, but she’d already gotten a weekend away, so she couldn’t imagine she was getting another birthday gift. What could it possibly be? “What for?”

“Because you’ve earned it, and we think you’ll continue to earn it,” Luke said, motioning toward the window. Diana scrunched up her face and got up, walking over toward the door. As she pulled her arm out of her burrito blanket, she peeled the curtain back, gasping when she saw a red bow.

“What?” She turned around stunned, but clearly still confused. “We got a new car? Finally? After months of looking?”

Spencer reached into his pocket and pulled out the key, throwing it in her direction and then casually taking another sip of his coffee. “You have a new car.”

“WHAT?!” Her head snapped up and down between them and the key before she dropped her blanket on the floor and ran outside toward the car. With months of practice under her belt, she’d aced her driving test. “Are you serious?” She jumped into the front seat and screamed at them, kicking wildly and smacking the steering wheel. “Like really serious?”

Standing at the doorway, Luke and Spencer smiled and then laughed when Diana got out of the car and started running around it. “Oh my god, I need to think of a name for you. You’re going to be my baby until I have kids. Hello, car, I love you.” Diana held her hands out and hugged the blue SUV. And then she ran right up the steps and into her fathers’ arms. “Really? Like this is mine? I have a car? I’ve just decided her name is Rebecca by the way.”

Luke kissed her forehead. “Yea, it’s yours. With some stipulations. And why Rebecca?”

“Okay, what are they?” She looked like she wanted to cry.

Spencer wrapped his arms around her and they told her to keep her grades up and continue to communicate with them no matter what. “That’s it?” she asked.

“Yes,” Spencer replied, “that’s it. And when we say keep your grades up, that doesn’t mean run yourself ragged trying to get straight A’s your entire college career. Try your best. We know what your best is. Also, if I’m right, Rebecca is for Rebecca Lee Crumpler, noted as the first African-American female doctor in the United States? Right?”

“Oh my god, I love you! And yes!” She ripped the coffees out of their hands and then jumped into their arms separately, giggling as they spun their mermaid queen around the living room. “I have to invite Malin, Emma and Alicia over after they’re done with classes. They must meet Rebecca!”

At the speed of light, she ran into her room and grabbed her phone, which she’d left on the charger. “Once they get here, can I go for a drive?” she asked. “I know you said I shouldn’t drive with a ton of people in the car to start, so like, around the block? Or down the block to get ice cream?”

Spencer shrugged, picking up his coffee. “It’s your car,” he said.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!!! Yesss!!!!!!”

#otp: it's all good #spencer reid x luke alvez #spencer reid #luke alvez #reidvez #ralvez #dontshootmespence #becoming real

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kaminocasey · 9 days ago

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MOON MOON MOON MOON!!!! I am DEVOURING THIS LIKE FOOD. Thank you for making my little fan girl heart come back to life. It’s been so long since I’ve had something like this make me giggle, kick my feet, twirl my hair, and quite literally blush (you saw the proof).

I genuinely am gonna need this in book form when it’s finished so I can curl up with my blanket and some hot cocoa and read it in a physical form!

Their friendship is everything to me. This had me cracking UP.

I love how much she thinks of his eyes bc SAME. My favorite blue 🥹🩵 (Sorry blu lol)

This was the part I had to stop to giggle and kick my feet and catch my breath bc I was so excited. LIKE???? HE WAS RIGHT THERE!!!!

LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE PLEASEEEEE THEY ARE SO CUTE. HE IS SUCH A GENTLEMAN.

REAL LMAOOOOO. I would also say yes if he asked me to marry him. Right away yes. But also, I canNOT wait for him to ask her out!?!?!?!

CUTE CUTE CUTE AHHHHHHH.

Him SMILING when he saw her through the window as he was leaving?!?!!! IM CRYINGGGGGG

This is so good!!!! I cannot wait for the next part, Moon!!!!! 😭🥹🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

Isn't it just so pretty to think...?

Chapter 2 of Le Coeur

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Chapter summary: Thoughts of the striking Vastayan enforcer keep Nea distracted during another day of work.

Tags/warnings: Steb x Original Female Character, other OCs are in the fic as well. Canon divergence, flirting, pining, crushes, teasing, fluff.

Word count: 4.9k

Music: dorothea, invisible string, since you came around

Of all the coffee brewing techniques known to her—and that was, by definition, all of them—the one known as Moka Pot brewing was the most challenging to Nea. It had taken her over a year to brew a single pot where the ground coffee hadn't been burned or the liquid coffee hadn't sputtered or splashed, or even a pot that had yielded the full portion of water she used. But after a lot of practice, Nea had reached a point where nearly all her Moka brews were of the highest quality and the flavor was smoothly robust, and she had come to realize that the key to a Moka coffee of this profile was simply patience. Yet another metaphor coffee brought to her life was the value of taking things slow, enjoying the process of brewing the cup as much as the cup itself; it was not about the caffeine or the rush, but the opportunity to take a step away from the rush to enjoy the little things that often mattered more.

In her apartment, taking things slow and enjoying a cup of coffee almost seemed easy. The walls themselves would invite anyone to do so. It's been established before that the Coffeewick's second story held two little apartments. Nea's apartment was on the west wing while Blu's was on the right, and both apartments consisted of a living room, a small kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom with a little closet. While it would seem to any Piltovan who belonged to a large, prestigious house that such apartments desperately lacked in space, Nea and Blu had turned the little apartments into the very definition of home. Light cream colored walls and warm lighting, potted plants on the balconies, cozy couches and armchairs covered in knitted blankets and patchwork quilts with lamps beside them for reading and knitting.

The decor, while very similar for both apartments, reflected Nea and Blu's roles and how they naturally complimented one another. Nea's kitchen, to no one's surprise, was best optimized for brewing coffee, with two different machines, two types of presses, and a collection of mugs in one of the upper dark oak cabinets. Aside from the coffee, Nea had a decently sized stove top for cooking, another one of her passions. Meanwhile, Blu's apartment had a smaller stovetop, a large chopping table fit for a Yordle, and a wonderful oven where she could bake up to three cakes at a time. Blu also happened to own different kettles for boiling water and a whole assortment of jars containing teas and dry fruit infusions for the days and nights that simply called for a nice cup of tea. Due to her size, all the furniture in Blu's apartment stood shorter, and when comparing both apartments, Blu's contained more shades of lavender and wine tones while Nea's apartment had earthy greens, browns, and grays.

That night at her apartment, with gentle acoustic music playing on a little speaker, Nea stood in front of the stovetop watching her Moka Pot work its magic. On typical days like that one had appeared to be, she would replay all the memories and moments in her mind as the coffee brewed. And yet, it dawned on her that as typical as that day was, it held a great outlier, and the image of aquamarine eyes softening as they made contact with hers was the only one that repeated itself out of all the other moments as though it was the only one that had to matter. The details of the enforcer's physique remained vivid, and she could hear the couple of phrases he'd spoken to her so clearly that it made her chest swell and squeeze, longing to hear that deep voice again. With all those thoughts and memories swirling, Nea counted on the Moka Pot in front of her to keep her tied to reality—a brewing method that required precision was the perfect tool for that.

When the image of the oceanic eyes next came to her mind, the dark coffee had just begun to emerge from the pot's small column. Swiftly, Nea adjusted the flame under the pot and lowered the lid, and the sound of his voice blended with that of the bubbling and steaming coffee inside. The two sounds harmoniously danced together until the pot ran out of steam and the apartment once again fell into silence, dragging Nea into the quiet present moment. She then turned the stove off and pulled her favorite mug close, pouring the rich and dark coffee into it and inhaling its aroma with a deep breath. She brought the cup close to her lips, blew softly to prevent burning her tongue, and took a little sip, smiling instantly upon tasting the coffee. Rich, robust, yet smooth. Flawless.

After enjoying a couple of sips, Nea heard a light knock briefly coming at her door. It could only be one person, so Nea didn't budge from her spot in the kitchen. As she'd predicted, Blu eventually opened the door and let herself into the apartment having used the custom doorknob fit to her height, an attaché her own apartment door had as well, and as she closed the door behind her, she took a deep breath and exhaled with a dreamy sigh.

"That smells great," Blu said with a little smile.

"Want some?" Nea asked. "It just finished brewing and there's enough for about half a cup more."

"Sure," Blu said as she walked herself over to the round kitchen table and climbed onto a chair, revealing a pile of about ten sheets of paper scribbled by her and setting them on the table. "I just finished working on the menu for next month, wanna see?"

"You know I do," Nea said, pouring Blu's cup. "The usual?"

"No cream, just sugar," Blu confirmed and arranged the sheets of paper in front of her. "Okay so, the poro cookies were a raging success today, so I'm gonna be baking more of those. I devised two plans, one considering daily poro cookies and another one three days a week. My heart wants to bake them daily but I also don't want anyone getting bored of them."

"Have you considered adding different glazes or toppings, or flavors to keep it varied?" Blu asked as she set Blu's cup in front of her and took a seat across the table.

"You're skipping ahead," Blu answered. "I'm trying not to go down the flavors and glazes rabbit hole or I'll spend the whole night there."

"Been there," Nea snickered.

"But I pretty much decided not to make the poro cookies daily," Blu continued, her eyes fixed on the notes she'd made. "I want all the emotions I can get from those googies and I have over a century of experience knowing that doing something over and over produces less emotions over time."

"The Yordle Emotion Conundrum," Nea added.

Blu rolled her eyes. "Literally no one calls it that, Nea, now focus!"

Nea giggled. "Sorry, please continue, oh Yordle pastry expert."

"That's more like it," Blu grinned. "So, poro cookies three days a week. One day a week, I want to make, and I know the name freaks you out, but-"

"Do we have to call them 'perilous' pies?" Nea knew where Blu wanted to steer the conversation.

"Yes, we do," Blu answered. "And they're not just perilous pies, they're almost perilous pies. Big difference."

"Almost doesn't mean a big difference," Nea objected.

"But it does mean that something nearly is, but isn't," Blu countered. "As in, this pie could be perilous, but it's not. People like that sort of thrill to what they buy."

"We're talking about coffee and pastries," Nea said.

"Oh, so you can sell triple shot espressos to caffeine junkies, but I can't bake fruity pies with perilous in the name?" Blu raised a brow.

Nea paused for a moment, thinking of a response. "Actually, yeah, that'd be the same thing."

"No it wouldn't be, because my pies, as nearly-perilous as they may be, won't send a person out into Piltover with high vibrations," Blu replied. "Your coffee, on the other hand, is actually dangerous sometimes."

Nea gasped with fake indignation, bringing a hand dramatically to her chest. "I will not have you speak those words in front of my Moka Pot."

For a second, the two of them looked at each other intensely, until they could no longer pretend and erupted into giggles. When the laughter died down, Nea gave an approving nod and met Blu's eyes.

"Alright, you've convinced me," Nea said. "The almost perilous pie can now be part of the Coffeewick pastry menu."

Blu clapped her hands together and rubbed them in anticipation. "Yay. Okay, so with that done, the rest is fairly the same. Berry and chocolate muffins on the daily, chocolatines, and gluten-free scones."

"Excellent," Nea nodded. "You've done it again."

"Always do," Blu said as she downed her cup of coffee in one gulp and hugged herself after setting it on the table.. "Mmh, now I'm all warm inside. I'm going to your couch."

"Help yourself," Nea said, getting up at the same time Blu did. "I'm just gonna clear this up."

Blu walked herself over to the comfy couch at the center of the living room and climbed on, pulling a little blanket over herself. "Are you coming?"

"Yeah, I was hoping to read for a while or maybe even knit," Nea said as she rinsed out the empty cups and placed the used ground coffee in a jar, saving it to reuse as plant food later on. After that, washing the few dishes that were left didn't take her very long, and when she made it to the couch, Blu looked like a little teddy bundled up in a blanket as if a child had made that scene before leaving their house for school. Blu's eyes were barely open, and she lifted herself up enough for Nea to be able to sit down on the opposite side, resting her weight on the armrest. Wordlessly, Blu curled up at Nea's side and brought the blanket with her, and Nea reached for the book on the end table, turned on the lamp, and got to reading.

Lost in her book, Nea lost track of time and reality, and what brought her back was the sound of Blu snoring softly at her side. With a little smile, Nea realized it was probably very late, and with careful movements, she got up and went to turn off all the lights. She then gently picked Blu up, trying not to wake her, and took Blu over to the room. Nea set the Yordle down on the bed near the foot of the mattress and replaced the blanket over her, and she could almost giggle at how deeply asleep Blu was, unbothered by the movement or any shifting noises.

Nea prepared herself for bed as well, dimming the lights, removing her chunky sweater and changing into her nightwear, and she finally climbed under the covers. Before turning off the lamp on her bedside table, Nea took a small look around her bedroom. It was small, but she couldn't think of anywhere cozier, or a single place she loved more than that one, and with a little smile, she finally turned the lamp off and curled up in her bed. In those last few moments of consciousness before sliding into slumber, different thoughts drifted through Nea's mind, eventually finding their way back to the pair of aquamarine eyes. With her own eyes closed, she smiled softly, finding it pretty to think about the next day being as lovely as that one had been.

Of course, when the sunrise finally came and she found herself working the Coffeewick with Blu, focus eluded Nea. Orders came in, drinks were brewed, pastries were heated and enjoyed, but Nea's normally unwavering concentration was replaced by her gaze constantly drifting past the windows of the Coffeewick in search of the aquamarine eyes. Failing to find them with each glance, Nea had no choice but to return to the queue of orders from her loyal customers, but in the corners of her mind, she was ready to set aside time to make a latte to go and deliver it outside just as soon as she spotted him.

To her dismay, the hours wore on, and the ocean eyes were nowhere to be found. Her heart did leaps when she finally noticed a blue enforcer uniform in the distance, but her heart settled in place and maybe even slowed down when she noticed it was a different enforcer from the one she wished to see. Perhaps they rotated posts, or perhaps her longing would be answered by the sight of the handsome Vastaya arriving afterwards, being just a little late. The possibilities were endless, but that could easily become a burden.

The spiraling thoughts threatened to become a permanent distraction, and she had to make all of her movements that much more deliberate. Now I steam the milk, now I pour it into the espresso. Twist the wrist like that, make the round shape. Deliver the drink. Narrating in her mind seemed to help, but whether or not she could keep that up the whole day was still a question. She tried so hard to keep that focus that her surroundings began to blur, and it took her longer to notice a customer lingering at the end of the counter silently watching her movements.

When Nea looked up and made brief eye contact with him, she directed a little smile—she wouldn't mistreat a customer regardless of how many what ifs were bouncing around inside her—at the middle aged man in opulent clothing. He wore a black suit the same shade as his hair, and the edges of the fabric had an intricate pattern embroidered in silver thread that matched the buttons of the blazer as well as the poofy tie around his collar. The white shirt he wore contrasted with the black suit, and on the blazer's chest, Nea noticed an elegantly designed A on the breast pocket woven in that same silver thread and resting on a dark golden hexagon.

"Huh," Nea said quietly and met the man's hazel eyes. "House Ascroft, right?"

The man perked up slightly at the mention, giving her a slight smile. "Why yes, that's right. Well, I'm glad we're making more of a name for ourselves around Piltover."

"I've seen your emblem a couple times in the newspapers in the past month," Nea continued brewing—she welcomed the conversation, as she always did while brewing, and it certainly helped control the urge to look outside the windows yet again.

"I presume it would be in the progress and technology sections, yes?" The man spoke, and even his accent marked him as an erudite.

"Yeah, it was," Nea said. "I read about the conference you just gave on upcoming vehicle technology at the Academy. I graduated from the Academy myself, you know."

"I've heard of you," he said. "You are this place's owner, correct?"

"In the flesh alongside the Yordle over there," Nea replied.

"Why of course, your story still comes up around the halls of the Academy," the man complimented. "Designer of your own master machine to produce coffee in at least four different methods."

"Five," Nea corrected with a bright little smile.

"Professor Heimerdinger talks of the first designs you pitched to him," Mr. Ascroft continued.

"Oh, those were very rough drafts," Nea said with a smile. "Aw, Heimerdinger... I should give him a call."

"He spoke greatly of those drafts, rough as they were," said Mr. Ascroft. "He knows potential when he sees it, and from the looks of it, that potential bore fruit. You picked an astounding place for a coffee shop. For anything, really."

"Thanks," Nea said as she set her current beverage down on the counter and finished the next. "I had my eye on this building long before we turned it into the Coffeewick."

"I can see why," Mr. Ascroft looked around it with undeniable covet. "Do you struggle to keep the place?"

"Not at all," Nea said. "Business is great and we have a solid lease, so we're here for the long run."

"It's not entirely yours," Mr. Ascroft assumed.

"Not yet," Nea replied. "But that's the next step."

"How far is it?"

"Now, now, the Coffeewick needs to keep some things a secret," Nea chuckled, finishing up the next drink in a disposable cup. "Dark roast cappuccino?"

"That would be mine," Mr. Ascroft said. "I expect it to be a distinguished cup of coffee."

"I sure hope it is," Nea handed it to him. "Enjoy."

"Thank you, and," Mr. Ascroft took the cup and looked around the Coffeewick once more, "take good care of this place. It's truly great."

Nea nodded in acknowledgement. "Always do."

Mr. Ascroft bowed slightly and raised his cup of coffee in a chivalrous gesture before seeing himself out of the Coffeewick, and so, Nea returned to her usual routine. Before doing so, she watched Mr. Ascroft walking past the door and making his way down the street, walking just past the enforcer, who was still not who she wanted to see, and still the only one in sight. Nea could almost feel the chemicals in her brain dimming down, and she figured it may have been time to come to the realization that he simply wouldn't be there that day. She gave a sad smile to herself, and she then returned to business as usual.

The rest of the day wore on. Intern cashiers changed shifts and left, Blu eventually brought in the last tray of pastries that would be produced, the after-work crowd came and left, and as the sun began to set, business also began to die down. With less than an hour before closing time, there was a lull in the day when Nea had no new orders to brew, and she leaned over the counter facing out at the window on a whim, with her gaze drifting from point to point, never settling down on anything in particular. Her mind drifted into far away worlds, and she hardly heard the quiet pit-patter of paws approaching her, much less did she see the little blue hand floating up past the counter, folded and moving in an open-close that imitated a moving mouth.

"Oh... where, oh where could my Prince Enforcer Charming be?"

The high pitched voice ripped Nea from her thoughts, but she couldn't help but laugh at yet another one of Blu's antics, one that was clearly aimed at cheering her up no matter how Blu would disguise it as pure mockery. Blu lowered her hand and, without looking at the Yordle, Nea heard Blu pushing the stool towards her other side and climbing back on it to raise her hand again, this time making her voice deeper.

"I think I'm so subtle but I've actually been sighing all the yanky-doodling day! I'm sure nobody, not even my trusted and super talented Yordle partner knows what's happening, but the truth is I miss him oh, so much!"

Nea chuckled silently through closed lips and looked down at Blu. "Having fun?"

"You looked out that window 47 times today and sighed 31," Blu replied.

"How did you count my glances and sighs when you were in the kitchen?" Nea raised a brow.

"Donnie did and reported back to me," Blu giggled and walked off towards the kitchen again. "You are smitten, my friend. Smi-tten."

"What? Nonsense!" Nea followed after Blu and stopped just in front of the cash register as the Yordle faded into the kitchen. "Don't you disappear ominously on me!"

Having Blu bring up Nea's feelings so shamelessly brought a rush of heat over to her cheeks, and she was so focused on her own blushing and the lack of response from Blu that she didn't even hear the Coffeewick door opening. Instead, Nea's hands rested on her hips, and her eyebrows furrowed together as she kept glaring at the kitchen door. Blu had heard the door, and she popped out from the kitchen looking at Nea. The Yordle then laughed in a manner that was only slightly evil.

"What's so funny?" Nea asked, still frowning.

"You have a customer, you absolute cream puff," Blu glanced past Nea's shoulder.

Nea turned around in a swift movement, her eyes now wide in embarrassment, and when she faced the customer in question she froze, and the world around her disappeared and only left her to see a pair of beautiful, aquamarine eyes. Her parted lips curved into a soft smile, and her chest heaved subtly with the little pants she gave, and when he smiled softly in return, Nea genuinely feared her knees would stop holding her up.

"Hi," Nea said, her voice light and airy.

He wasn't in uniform, and the clothes he wore looked quite comfortable and perfect for the ever-cooling air approaching with the Piltovan twilight. He wore dark trousers secured around his slim waist with a belt and a light brown button up shirt with the first button undone, and a dark green double-breasted coat open down the middle whose hue made the tone of his skin stand out. Now that he'd lost the helmet of his uniform, Nea was able to observe his thin eyebrows and the stripes that stemmed up from them, framing the sides of his forehead, until they disappeared under a head of teal hair neatly combed backwards and faded at the sides. He, in turn, also managed to take in the details of Nea's outfit from her white, loose turtleneck sweater with the sleeves rolled up below her elbows to the black apron she wore and all the little stains it had, finding them endearing. After observing her in a brief second, he subtly smiled back at her.

"Hi," he replied.

"I, um..." Nea stuttered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Can I- what can I get you? Uh—welcome to the Coffeewick."

Nea could only imagine all the things Blu would say to make fun of her after such a scene. The bright red tone on her cheeks wasn't aided either by the graceful smile and aura with which he stood, and Nea noticed his ocean eyes drifting toward the side for a moment before he looked right at her again.

"Yesterday, I had a coffee from here," he said with that beautiful, thick accent of his. "I would like one just like it. Please."

"Oh, you're in luck," Nea played along. "I was actually waiting all day to make one just like that."

"Ah, interesting," he said.

"I was planning to make it free of charge as a token of appreciation, actually," Nea raised a brow.

"Whoever would receive it must be very lucky," he replied. "But he would have insisted on paying for it."

Nea giggled. "Well, that just means he has a solid moral code. I won't object to that."

He gave a soft chuckle.

"Will you have it to go, or will you drink it here?" She asked, hoping he would answer the latter.

"Uh, to go," he answered. "Please."

Nea tried to hide her disappointment as she reached for a disposable paper cup. "And... to what name will I put your order?"

His gaze softened and he bashfully met eyes with her again, and if Nea was correct, she picked up a faint hue of purple appearing across the bridge of his nose.

"Steb," he pronounced.

Nea took the little marker and wrote his name—she was proud of herself for finally knowing it even if it was part of her job—on the cup with her delicate handwriting, setting it all aside. "Will you have anything else? Can I interest you in a pastry?"

"Not now, but thank you," Steb replied.

"Alright, coming right up," Nea said.

"How much?" He asked before Nea could retreat into the counter to brew.

Nea stopped herself and stumbled back to the cash register. "Right. Um..." She felt her blush intensify at the idea of charging him. "Two silver cogs."

She completed the transaction and, directing one last tiny smile at him, Nea finally went and brewed the drink she'd been hoping for the entire day. Meanwhile, Steb waited quietly in front of the cash register, at times sneaking glances at the pretty barista as she worked in her domain, watching her hair bounce with her movements, and then he'd look away, not wanting to risk being presumptuous or worse, making her uncomfortable.

"She grossly undercharged you."

Steb couldn't control his little startled jump when he heard the little, high-pitched voice coming from below. Looking down in its direction, he noticed a short Yordle with blue fur, brown hair, and a cozy sweater looking up at him, her expression unsettlingly blank. However, her words rang with him, and he couldn't help but smile softly.

"I suspected as much," he answered.

Blu pointed up at the jar next to the cash register. "There's a tip jar."

Steb nodded slowly. "I will use it."

The Yordle seemed to nod, but said nothing more. She walked backwards, moving away from him, her big brown eyes unblinking as they remained fixed on him. She disappeared behind the counter and, for a moment, it was as if she'd never manifested in the first place. While Steb was puzzled, a small laugh inevitably vibrated in his chest.

From the other end of the counter, Nea had just finished up the latte. To her surprise, her shaking hands hadn't caused any disasters while brewing, but the next challenge appeared when she realized his back was turned on her—she noticed the fin running down his nape and disappearing under his clothes—and she would have to call his attention to her. With another trembling breath, Nea prepared herself to enounce.

"Steb?"

The sole syllable of his name spoken in her voice rang through his ears, which flickered in her direction just before he turned around. When he laid eyes on her, he smiled gently at the way she offered the cup to him, with a napkin and pack of sugar placed exactly the way they were the day before, and the way her eyes sparkled at him made his smile widen.

"Thank you," he said as he took the cup from her hands.

"Thank you too," she blushed. "Um... will you be visiting us again?"

"Yes," he said. "Not sure when, but... yes."

Nea's smile widened. "Well, I'll be waiting."

Steb chuckled softly. "I have a question."

"Yes?" Nea's eyebrows perked up at the endless amount of possibilities of things he could ask her, from her name to a date to her hand in marriage—she was just a girl who could fantasize.

"There is a Yordle here, right? You've seen her?" He asked, his expression clouded with concern, but no less amused.

Nea laughed richly and musically. "Yes, you're not imagining things. That's my business partner, Blu. She's... she's a delight."

"Well, then I'm not insane," Steb nodded.

"Heavens, no," Nea giggled.

"And now that I know your partner's name," Steb began, "may I know yours?"

With her heart doing leaps inside her chest, all Nea could do was tuck a strand of hair behind her ear again and grin until her cheeks ached.

"Nea," she answered.

Steb's gaze softened at her name. "Thanks."

The two lingered on one another's gazes until he gave a final nod.

"See you," he said as he began making his way to the door, putting in a tiny handful of silver cogs in the tip jar.

"Bye," Nea replied, unable to hide the sigh in her voice. Steb then opened the door of the Coffeewick and closed it behind him, and he looked in through the window one more time and smiled subtly before continuing his way down the sidewalk and disappearing from Nea's view.

She stood in silence leaning over the counter, finding herself once again pining for his arrival. And now, she knew what his name was, and she had reason to believe she'd see him again. She smiled at herself, figuring overall it was a good result. She was so dazed by the recent encounter that she didn't hear Blu approaching her, and she too was startled by the little Yordle when the latter tapped on her knee with her paw.

"Blu," Nea sighed.

Blu was smirking at Nea and wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh, shut up," Nea rolled her eyes and looked away from Blu.

"Nea's got a crush," Blu sang.

"Blu!"

The Yordle laughed. "Wow, you're adorable."

"Oh, hush," Nea dismissed.

Blu clasped her paws together and held them dramatically over her forehead, swaying from side to side. "Oh, Handsome Prince Enforcer Charming Steb, please come in and get another coffee and sweep me away!"

"That's it, go to your room," Nea couldn’t help but laugh, her cheeks bright and redder than ever.

Blu walked off, triumphant in her banter and making kissing noises until she disappeared into the kitchen.

When Nea was finally alone and no other customers seemed to be approaching the Coffeewick, she figured she'd spend her last half an hour on duty brewing a nice cup of coffee for herself. A rush of emotions as beautiful as the one she was having was worthy of celebration, and she figured there was no better way to settle in for another night. That night, much like the last one, she'd find herself pondering on how pretty it would be for the next day to be like that one.

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