#I asked if I could buy a puppy; the woman said I could have any for free

[prommethium]

Today at five p.m., my dog, Duncan, died.

He was eleven years old and a little menace in life. He liked to pee anywhere when he was angry, take long walks, and bark at dogs bigger than him. Cats were his mortal enemies, particularly the ones who hung around on the roof of my house and especially the ones who meowed or didn't care to look at him.

He was a playful, annoying little thing, always demanding attention and snacks. He liked to jump; doors were no barriers to him, for he was a clever one and opened or climbed them.

He was a faithful companion; when he was in a good mood, he liked to snuggle and lick my face, and when he was angry, he ignored me (that only happened once, after I took him on a long walk to the dog hospital for castration).

On his last days, he was quieter than usual, his clear and clever eyes observing around, like trying to commit to his memory everything. He came to receive pets, and I gave plenty. My hands smelled like hand cream the last time I petted him; he didn't want to lick my hand, but still, I rubbed behind his ears.

I'm going to miss him.

💛

Rest in peace, Duncan.

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James has been persuing you for years and you've never said yes, until now?

Genre: Fluff 😇🎉 (bc i love happiness, ur welcome)

Warnings: misunderstandings, lovesick!James <3

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

It's not James's fault he's been head over heels in love with you for longer than he can remember. And it's really not his fault either that he's spent years acting like a complete and utter fool just to have a sliver of your attention. 

Talking the loudest in any room you're in? Easy.

"Accidentally" flying too close to where you're sitting in the Quidditch stands while he's supposed to be playing just so he can flip around obnoxiously? He's done that over three times now. 

So, when he hears you'll be at the Three Broomsticks this evening, it isn't surprising to anyone that he convinces Sirius and Remus to accompany him.

The moment they walk in, their loud demeanor makes everyone turn their heads. It's no secret James, Sirius, and Remus are the handsomest guys in your year — so no one could blame you when you look up too. 

Your friend digs her elbow into your side when James sees you looking and struts to your table. You sit up, taking a long sip of your pumpkin juice as James leans in and crosses his arms.

Sirius and Remus stand behind him, amused. "Ladies," James winks, his eyes focused only on you. "What brings you here on this lovely Friday evening?"

You turn your head, avoiding his gaze with a small smile that makes James lose his mind, "Nothing that concerns you, Potter,"

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asks, unfazed by your bluntness as he motions to your empty glass. 

When you stand, James smoothly moves out of the way and you send him a look behind your shoulder. "Mm, no thanks. But if you want you can walk with me to order my own drink," you joke, not thinking he'll actually want to.

But, if James was a puppy, he'd be your puppy. You have him wrapped around your little pinky and the only person who doesn't see it is you. 

"Gladly," The boy smirks and his arm brushes yours as he walks next to you. You frown a little but don't say anything. You've never minded James's attention, and you know he's been after you for years now, but still you can't wrap your mind around him being serious about it.

In your mind, the attention was always bound to fade with time, and you wouldn't be caught as the fool who'd fallen for it.

However, as you lean against the bar to order another pumpkin juice and you feel James's eyes glued on you, you start to wonder. 

"So, when's the expiration date for this little game?" you ask, looking at him seriously. 

James leans against the bar too and completely turns his body to you. "Hmm? What?" he asks with a smile. He tucks the loose strand of hair from in front of your eyes behind you ear, seemingly proud of himself when he can see you clearly again. 

"This," you point at him, and then throw your arms up dramatically, "Whatever it is that you're doing."

James just smiles. He's not really catching on as his hand slides closer to yours on the bar counter. "What am I doing?" he whispers, leaning in. He has that look in his eyes, the one that makes your stomach flutter. 

You move your hand away from his. You sound exhausted, "All this flirting! Aren't you done yet?" you say it a little loudly and the woman who hands you your drink sends you a glare. Your cheeks heat up and you mumble a small sorry as you slide her your money. 

James catches your other arm before you can turn around and walk away from him. "Hey wait, what do you mean am I done? Do'you want me to be done?" he sound unsure and you can see his confusion on his face. 

Now you're confused. "Are you not planning on being done?" you whisper.

James can't hear you over the loud music and chatter inside so he moves you outside gently and you don't have to time to wonder why you let him.

It's slightly dark but the air is warm and James can hear you now when you ask the question again. He looks you over, still extremely puzzled by the entire situation.

"Wait, done with what?" he asks.

You blink at him. "What?" you feel like you're losing your mind. 

"Am I done with what?" he asks camly and you roll your eyes. 

"Done with flirting with me!" you exclaim, running a hand in your hair, "I- I don't understand, James. Why haven't you moved on? Sure, it was funny for a while but it's been years, even you must find the joke stale by now?"

James mouth opens and closes like some kind of fish and then he stares at you like you have lost your mind. "Joke? What joke?" he says and walks a little closer to you. He sounds even more confused. "Y/n, do you want me to stop flirting with you?"

You bite your lip, "I mean, yes? Because, it's not really funny anymore. I didn't mind it, Potter, but —" you pause and then hold the drink in your hand tighter. "Okay, here. What if I say I like you too? Can we just have a good laugh about it and then it all be over?"

James's frown deepens and he waves his arms in the air. "Wait, you think I'm joking?"

You blink at him again. "You're not?"

James runs a hand through his hair, chuckling in disbelief, "Of course I'm not joking," he walks even closer and you feel his presence as your skin tingles. You look up as he brushes his thumb on your chin and then smiles warmly, "I'd never pursue anyone as a joke. If you said you like me, then I would say thank Merlin and then I would kiss you until you couldn't feel those gorgeous lips of yours," he says it so calmly but you almost drop your drink. 

"Wait, so you actually, no-jokes, like me?" 

"Oh yeah. Why would you think I was making that up?" James moves his thumb to brush over your lips now, a look of adoration in his eyes, "I'm not that committed to my jokes," he teases. 

He pauses to think, "you think a twelve-year-old boy would write you cheesy love notes every class and actually send them if it was a joke? Or likewise, a sixteen-year-old would spend all of 6th year reading every single book you borrowed from the library just in case he had the chance to impress you? Or lose sleep over the way you wear your hair, or know that you change your nail-polish every week but you rotate the same colors since 4th year," James blushes a little at the admission and pauses, "and now I just sound like a creep, don't I?"

You laugh and the sound makes James grin. You hesitate but touch his cheek, tilting your head, "So, you meant every over-the-top gesture and every hilariously stupid pick-up-line?" you ask, "ever since 2nd year?" 

James nods, leaning into your touch. "Mmm yeah, but we can pretend that I was joking about the pick-up-lines that way it's less embarrassing for me," he says sheepishly.

"But I liked your pick up lines," you pout with a smile, your shoulders relaxing. 

James's eyes sparkle, "Yeah? You did?"

You smile at him. "No, but now it's funnier that you were serious about them."

James looks at you and he laughs. He throws his head back with a grin and your chest tightens even more. Has he always been this handsome or have you just never let yourself fully admire him? James looks at you again and his next words almost cause a heart attack. "Merlin, I've never wanted to kiss you as much as I do now," 

Your eyes flicker to his lips unconsciously and you realiz ehow close he is. You're nervous now and James can tell. Gently, he takes the drink in your hand and sets it on the small ledge of the building. It might fall but that's the least of your worries. For now, you need to focus on remembering how to breathe. 

Something must be different in the way you're looking at him because James asks you if he can kiss you. Years and years of flirting and he's never asked you that. 

You don't answer him and just when the silence starts to become awkward you take his cheeks in your hands and pull him towards you. Your lips hit his clumsily and you gasp into his mouth when his arm swoops behind you and he pulls you closer. James kisses you hungrily and you start to wonder why you hadn't done this years earlier.

When James disconnects his lips from yours and looks at you sweetly. "I didn't think you'd say yes," he whispers, "even less that you'd say it like that," his cheeks are tainted pink and your lip-gloss stains his lips. 

"Neither did I," you admit and look away a moment. Goosebumps run across your arms and, because you don't know where to put your hands anymore, you put them in your jacket pockets. You frown and pull out the galleons you'd used to pay for your drink with your left hand. You look back at James and he looks guilty. "What's this?" you ask. 

"I paid for your drink when you weren't looking. I knew you'd most likely say no again but I couldn't resist. I'm sorry," he holds his nape and sways on his feet.

You stare at him, slightly annoyed but also impressed that he'd put the money in your pocket without you noticing. You outsrech your open palm for him to take the money. "You'know, you make it very hard for me not to fall head over heels in love with you, James Potter."

James grins and closes your hand around his. "That the point, love," he says. 

You roll your eyes, realizing if he'd gone behind your back to pay for you he'll never accept your money now. "So, are you gonna ask me out properly or what?"

James smirks, "Are you going to say yes this time?"

You grin, "You'll just have to find out now, won't you? Tenth times the charm?"

"I don't think that's the expression—"

"Just ask me already, you idiot," you giggle.

[thebluester2020]

[RE4] Kinktober Day 11: "In Heat"

Summary: Livestock guardians were rare enough, and training them was no easy feat either. But...being in a bind, you decided to take your chances and adopt one! Only, you weren't warned that his heats would be so...intense.

Warning(s): Perv!Reader (She watches Leon fuck his pillow), Yearning(Leon wishes to fuck the reader but doesn't), Dog!Hyrbid Leon, Whiny! Leon, Begging, Masturbation (Both on the reader's and Leon's side obv), Thigh-fucking, Leon low-key being a horn dog.

Side Note(s): Lol I was going to do Lycaon (again) from ZZZ but— the fact I haven't dedicated any Kinktober days to my favorite baddie Leon Kennedy yet is blasphemous, so here I am <33

Searching for a good livestock guardian dog was hard.

Costs aside, training them and getting them used to the farm animals was no easy task. It took a lot of patience and practice over the years and even then? The dog wasn't promised to be absolutely perfect! In hindsight though, you knew you should've been on the lookout the second you had begun buying the necessary resources for your farm. After all, it seemed like just yesterday when you were still waiting for your house to be built, and now? You were only a month away from moving!

The clock was ticking, you needed a guardian dog and you needed one now. No training required.

Which was how you ended up where you are today, at a dog hybrid adoption center, located in the center of your small town. It was a homey place, plenty of space for the hybrids to wander around, and even a dedicated meeting area for them and their potential owners to get to know one another. At first, you felt almost...strange, for considering a hybrid for your farm.

They were called "hybrids" for a reason. They were human but...with animal features and some tendencies here and there, you probably wouldn't even have been here today if your friend hadn't convinced you to at least check it out and so far? You were having no more luck than you were shopping the market for a traditional dog.

"Do you have any hybrids that are good with livestock? Guarding, maybe?" You asked the front desk worker after another conversation with a hybrid cut short.

You weren't searching for a puppy, they had too much energy and you were certain that wouldn't bode well with the animals! An older dog would have been preferable. "Still no luck?" The woman said with an apologetic smile as she searched through the system.

You shook your head with a sigh. "I'm moving in a month, I want to hopefully find a dog today and bring him home soon so I can get him or her used to me."

The woman didn't respond for a beat or two, her eyes narrowed in focus as she searched and searched...until her eyes brightened and she turned the computer screen towards you. "Leon may be a good fit for you! His background is in government, very calm and dependable." As you looked at the picture, you were shocked that no one had picked him yet. good traits aside, he was handsome and you knew that there was a market for people who preferred to use their hybrids for lovers rather than pets.

Not that you planned to use him in that way of course.

"Is he available to talk now?" You asked.

"He will be tomorrow! We try to give our shyer residents more time to know when they want to be spoken to."

You nodded your head in understanding as the worker passed you a few documents to sign as well as choosing a time when you wanted to talk. You suddenly felt nervous, intimidated even! When you looked at Leon Kennedy's profile, he appeared dangerous and you weren't just talking about the deadly scowl on his face nor the fact that he was a Malinois hybrid. His eyes were a deep baby blue, combined with his dirty blonde hair and his hardened features as well as his muscular frame.

You weren't able to deny that he was handsome.

But...you could worry about keeping your mind out of the gutter once you talked with him.

. . .

The next day came by quick. The second you woke up, you were already getting ready to meet with your potential hybrid and you wanted to make a good first impression! You donned a cute but professional style and even took the time to bring gifts as well as had photos of your current apartment and new home already saved to your phone. You wanted to make sure all your cards lined up to having Leon accept you as his owner.

And...you thought you were doing good so far, hopefully. As you currently sat in front of him, his expression was unreadable as his eyes flicked from the photos of your home that you had given him as well as the treat basket you brought along with you.

"You want me as a livestock guardian?" He questioned.

"Yes!" You chirped. "The animals aren't there yet but they will be pretty soon, about a week or two after I move in."

When he didn't respond, you added on a question. "Are you...good with livestock?"

He slowly nodded his head. "I can learn, it can't be any harder than guarding people."

"Your profile mentioned you were in the government. What did you do?"

"Classified missions." He curtly responded.

"...Like?"

He scoffed at your pushiness. "The word classified is there for a reason."

"Seeing as you're still so loyal, you must've been a good one." You complimented. You tried to withhold a chuckle at the sound of Leon's tail thumping against his chair. "Why did you leave?"

"I—" You tilted your head when he paused, the sight of his cheeks beginning to tint pink a little also making your suspicions go up before his shoulders eventually slumped and he sighed. "It's not important, I was simply no longer fit for the missions they were assigning me." His ears flattened at the memory of him being dismissed. For the last few years since that day, he tried to convince himself that it was for the best but...he was used to being active, constantly on the move and doing things. Trading that lifestyle for a quiet and inactive one here in the shelter?

Although the place was nice, it wasn't for him!

Life on a farm could give him some movement, some purpose again.

"Well, I think you'll be a perfect fit for my farm! If you want to actually come with me that is."

Leon looked you up and down, you appeared hard-working and stern. But kind and gentle, it also helped that you were a pretty thing to look at. After being in the government for so long, so many missions where he'd seen the most unimaginable horrors that no normal person should ever see...it was nice to know that he'd be able to look at you all day, working for you.

So, he nodded his head, his tail once again beginning to wag at the sight of your smile.

You grinned. "We'll get along just fine, you and me!"

. . .

And get along fine, the both of you did.

It turns out that there was a reason why Leon wasn't adopted. His ruts were insatiable.

A week after adopting him, you and he had spent the entire time decorating the room you had dedicated to him! You had learned that before he worked for the government, he used to be a guard cop (the puppy photos he had shown you were absolutely adorable might you add) and he was a fan of old-school music groups. You had struck gold with him, you thought. He was a hard worker and was relatively quiet! Although his jokes were a little dry and he had so many cop one-liners that you couldn't even begin to count them all.

You liked Leon.

And that like towards him...you wouldn't deny that it began to inch towards a more romantic direction, especially after what you were currently witnessing tonight.

"F-Fuck..." Through the crack of Leon's door, he was currently rutting against his pillow feverishly. It was bunched up underneath him, his claws threatening to tear the sheets underneath him with how hard he was rutting his dick back and forth on the pillow.

You should've turned away, you should've ignored that ache that started to build up in the pit of your stomach. It was inappropriate of you to watch him like some type of pervert! And you almost did until...you heard your name. "Y-Y/N..." Leon panted out, you could see the light of the moon shine on the hint of drool that began to dribble out the side of his mouth. He sucked in his bottom lip as he threw his head back with a low growl. "Fucking cute owner..." He whined. "I-If only you would help me..." His words were so whispered that you almost missed it.

The ache in your panties was growing near unbearable, and even as every rational part of your brain told you to keep your hand away from your throbbing clit, to go back to bed and act like you hadn't seen or heard anything. You continued to stay, soon clasping a hand around your mouth in order to withhold the moan that threatened to escape from your lips. Especially as your fingers began to circle around your clit, the aching growing more and more by the second as you continued to listen in on Leon's moans.

"Fucking hell—" Suddenly Leon pushed the pillow away from him before he sat on the bed, his hand quickly rushing to his cock as he started to fist his length, the slick sounds of his hand moving along his cock aiding in your own masturbation as you began to finger yourself to the pace of his hand movements.

And in the process, you imagined what his cock would feel like inside your sex. You imagined the veins along his cock rubbing against your inner walls, the sound of his rough growls against your ear whilst the lewd sounds of his pelvis meeting your ass rang throughout the air. "Y' like that owner?" You heard Leon mutter to himself before his curses steadily turned into moans.

You could tell he was close by the way he began to buck into his own hand, causing you to speed up your own ministrations as it quickly became a struggle to withhold your moans. Until a squeak accidentally escaped your lips, and Leon's ear flicked to the door before his pants began to slowly come to a stop.

Yet his hand didn't. "Naughty girl..." Leon said in your direction.

You quickly tore your hand from your underwear with a gasp, but before you could walk away. Leon stopped you with a sharp growl. "Leaving so soon after watching me fuck my own hand? And while you were flicking your clit." He snapped. "Get in here and help me out!" He ordered.

You hesitated for another moment or two before you slowly inched the door open with an embarrassed blush on your face. However, your hybrid had little concern for your embarrassment at the moment before he suddenly rose to his feet and grabbed ahold of your arm, and forced you to sit on the bed. His eyes were trained on you as he then pushed you gently to lay on your back whilst he lifted your legs.

You softly moaned at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your ass briefly before he took your chin into his hand. "...Can I?"

You heard the desperation in his voice and how hard he was trying to reel it in. "I just wanna fuck your thighs, promise. Nothing else, just that." He assured you, his hips unconsciously bucking against the back of your thighs. And the second you nodded your head "yes", he let out a deep moan when he finally pushed himself between your plush thighs. "Been thinkin' 'bout this for a week..." He began to babble.

"You and this sexy body," He moaned. "Made my rut come early..." You whined when his hand began to feel up and down your body, all before his hand began to rub at your clit. "Clearly you've been thinkin' about me too, huh?"

You nodded shamelessly. "T-Tried not to..." You admitted with a whisper. "Didn't—oh...—want to make you uncomfortable..."

"With having a slutty owner who likes the idea of her personal dog fucking her needy cunt? Oh no baby, quite the opposite..." Then he leaned down to press his soft lips against your own, the feeling of your lips on his own after so many previous nights of imagining them on his cock...he couldn't help but begin to fuck your thighs with more fervor. "Couldn't get you out of my mind." He mumbled against your lips.

Leon's other large hand then left your waist to begin fondling your breasts, taking more care to give one of them more attention than the other as he began to flick your nipple. Leon's body was practically molding with your own body as he continued to kiss you, his technique becoming more sloppy along with his thrusts. "C-Close..." He whispered, tearing his lips from your own when you lightly smacked him for air.

You moaned. "M-Me too." You responded, a needy whine leaving your lips when he began to speed up his rapid flicking of your clit. Your increased moans and whines were going straight to his cock, nothing but lust and adoration for you as both his owner and the woman he now wanted to breed coursing through his veins as he felt your pussy twitch as his cock rubbed against it. "Cumming!" You just barely managed to get out before your eyes slammed shut and your mouth opened in a silent scream.

Leon wasn't too far behind as a string of curses fell from his lips, his hips bucking against your ass a few more times before he stilled and you felt strings of his hot cum shoot out and onto your stomach and chest. The two of you breathed heavily, the lust in the air hot and unignorable as you both came down from your highs. With a shakey moan, however, Leon slipped from your thighs as he looked over you.

Already he could feel himself getting hard. Something that you quickly took notice of. "A-Already...?" You said tiredly.

He nodded his head, his tail beginning to wag eagerly as he gently began to part your legs. "You're the reason why my rut started early...take responsibility."

It seemed you were in for an even longer night further taking care of your new hybrid...

[koiiiji]

Hello! This is my first time asking a question and I don't know if that's how it's done, but if it's okay, could I do some HC's about Vinny as the older brother of a female reader who feels a certain attraction wooin? I'm sorry if you don't understand! English is not my first language TT

author note : firstly thank you for your request!! it is exactly how you doing it, just explaining your ideas and oh gosh saying hi/hello! also don’t worry, i understood everything, eng isn’t my first language either😭

secondly, wooin is literally drug dealer who approximately 23+(?) and if vinny (19) would have younger sister she probably same age or younger.. so i don’t want to be annoying person and reject your request so let’s just imagine that reader would be older sister or like twin and few minutes older🥹

pairing : wooin x vinny’s sis! reader

tws: sfw, friend’s sister, angst, wooin being cocky unserious

✧ and first things said first vinny isn’t happy.

✧ he aware of what wooin doing and generally doesn’t count sabbath as his friends, he simply wants to win championships and prove to himself and to everyone that he is worth something.

✧ vinny feels high responsibility for you and your mom as he is a only man in family who should protect his girls. so he doesn’t count you as older one, even if you always joke about it. he also not really happy about your presence in any of his teams.. like woman, what are you even doing here, go to school and mind your own business (he is grumpy but in loving way, don’t get him wrong)

✧ so your attendance in sabbath crew isn’t welcome, at least by vinny. with everyone else it’s questionable - hyeok honestly doesn’t care, as long as you don’t cause any additional headache and loud, and he can have banana milk he is okay with you. hajun also usually doesn’t care about your presence, he find you nice girl, and may share small talk with you when you pet his puppy, but nothing serious, he is happy that he have boys as younger siblings, because he couldn’t stand company like sabbath for his sister.

✧ and here we go with wooin. boy has no boundaries in communication, he knows that you are old enough to make your own decisions, so dissatisfied looks from your brother won’t stop him.

✧ believe me - he knows about your attraction towards him, he isn’t stupid and he have eyes, he see with what kind of look you gave him each time.

✧ but does he share same emotions towards you? low possibility. same as joker he understands vinny’s feelings at some point, he wouldn’t be happy if his sister would hang out or even date someone like him, but he still is very cocky type of guy, and he doesn’t mind your company at all as long as you don’t bring up any serious topics.

✧ he likes attention, and especially he likes attention from pretty girls like you, so he would definitely joke around with you, flirt, having your contact under cute name, but it never something too serious, same with physical contact - as he gives vibe of really touch starved guy - yes, he may hug you, hold you under elbow, pat your head and touch your shoulders, he may buy you drinks or snacks time to time, but nothing more, like he wouldn’t let you go into his private life, he have his limits.

✧ for him it would be some kind of game, and he genuinely thought that you have same feelings like him - nothing serious, just sharing some flirting jokes, some unspoken tension, but he would never talk about it. he wouldn’t be happy if you bring up topic about feelings either. he expect you to just move on from it when you get bored by simple jokes, light hugs and no first steps from him.

✧ wooin doesn’t believe in friendship between girl and boy, if it only friendship with benefits, then it could work for him. but he would rather again start working with that white haired bitch sangho then have friendship with benefits with you, because wooin just knows that your brother will not just kill him, but make him suffer from what he did to you.

✧ so all in all if you okay to just some flirting time to time, every night thoughts “does he really likes me?or he just act that way”, instability in communication and generally some trauma from emotional swings you are in right place!!

✧ but don’t worry, you always have juwon who shows suspiciously more annoying attention☠️

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author note : goshhhh sorry!! i didn’t expect to write this as angst, but it was very first thing that came up when i saw your request!! B-B-BUT, i still genuinely believe that as long as wooin would find someone who he really attracted to he would act differently!!

⊹ xo - xo ⊹

[katareyoudrilling]

Seen (Javier Peña One-shot)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Summary: You’re the last person Javi wants to ask for a favor, but not for the reason you think.

Word count: ~2.2k

Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Alternating POV, reader is a few years older than Javi (Javi could be a variety of ages) and has hair that could be worn up or down, wrinkles and laugh lines, a touch of angst, non-graphic sex

A/N: This isn’t quite what I expected it to be when I started working on it many many months ago.  The idea was inspired by @famouslyanonymous musing that there didn’t seem to be any fics featuring a Pedro boy with a slightly older reader.  I wanted to say a lot of things with this fic and I’m not sure I said any of them, but I hope you enjoy!

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

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“Fine.”

Fuck.

Javi slams down the phone and pinches the bridge of nose.

He needs a favor.  Why does it have to be from you?

He can flirt his way through the department secretaries easily, but you, with your intelligent, assessing gaze… he swears you can see right through him.

The two of you have been crossing into each other’s orbits for a long time now.  He can tell that you know…  You know he’s not some DEA hero.  You can see right through to the failure of a man he actually is.

He takes a long drag on his cigarette before stubbing it out and pushing away from his desk.  “Fuck it.”

He pulls at the back of his neck as he makes his way to your department.  He can already feel the tension headache beginning.  If you won’t do this for him… he’d rather not think about it.

He approaches your desk nervously. “I need a favor.”

“Is that right?” you reply, continuing your work.

“I would really appreciate it.” If he can’t flirt, he can at least try to be polite.

“You aren’t going to compliment my nail polish or tell me how pretty my dress is?”

“Uh… I… what?” Javi stammers.

“I see what you do around here.  Flirting with all the pretty young things to get your way.  Not me though, probably because I’ve got 20 years on most of them and a few on you.”

“What? No! Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman here.”

“Right,” you scoff.  “It’s too late for the charm, Javier.”

He leans over your desk, gripping the edge.  Moving himself into the halo of your perfume.  “I’m telling you the truth,” he growls.

You lift your eyes to his and his knees go a little weak.

Who is he kidding?  A class-act like you is never going to bend the rules for a man like him.

“Never mind,” he pushes off your desk and walks away.

When he returns to his desk later that afternoon, he’s surprised to find the file he needs sitting on his chair.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You lean back against the elevator wall and sigh.  It has been a long day and all that has kept you going is the thought of getting out of your heels and pantyhose and onto your couch.

The elevator pings as the doors open on the garage level.  You step out into the cool, echoey space.  That’s when you see him.

He’s standing by your car, exhaling a plume of smoke, somehow not looking green and sickly under the florescent lights.  He must hear the click of your heels on the concrete because he turns and puts out his cigarette as you approach.

“What are you doing here, Peña?  Need another favor?”

“Thank you for the file.  You didn’t have to do that.”  He shifts his weight and looks down at his feet.

“Yeah, well, lord knows you get enough roadblocks thrown in your way.  I don’t need to be one of them.”

Javier chuckles ruefully, “You have no idea.”

“If that’s all, I need to get going.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” Javier looks up at you, “To say thanks?”

Your feet and back are screaming at you not to get taken in by those puppy dog eyes, but there’s something simmering beneath the surface of his gaze.  Something that makes you curious.  His outburst earlier hasn’t left your mind.  You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little interested in where an evening with Javier Peña might take you.

“Counteroffer.  How about you come over to my place in an hour.  Bring the booze with you.”

Javier’s eyes light up in surprise.

“Don’t get any ideas, Peña.  It’s been a long day and I don’t feel like going to a bar.”

“I didn’t have any ideas.”

You scoff and make your way to the driver’s side door, “See you later?”

He nods.

Javier stands aside as you pull out of your parking space and out of the garage.  You can see him in your rearview mirror smoothing down his mustache, hand on one cocked hip.  It should be an interesting evening.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You open the door to your apartment and Javi is momentarily stunned speechless.  You’re wearing flowy, satin pants and a cardigan belted around your waist.  You’ve removed your make-up and your jewelry.  You’ve let down your hair.

You’ve never looked more beautiful.

You’re always stunning at work.  Elegant, put-together, gorgeous.  But here, now, you look so soft and relaxed.  It’s as though you’ve taken off the armor you wear to the office.

Like he’s getting a glimpse of the real you.

He always tries to hide the real him.  That façade might not work tonight… a frightening thought.

You step aside and motion him into the apartment.  Javi swallows deeply and forces his feet to step inside.

“I brought whiskey, hope that’s ok.”  He holds out the bottle to you.

“Definitely ok, I had a feeling.” You lead him to your couch.  Two tumblers already sit on the coffee table.  You uncork the bottle and pour two fingers in each glass.

You hand him his glass before swirling the amber liquid in your own.

He watches, mesmerized, as you breathe in the heady aroma and your eyes drift closed.  You take a sip and sigh.  His cock twitches.

“That’s good whiskey, Javier.”

“Call me Javi.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You didn’t expect it to be so easy to talk to him.

Somehow you’ve gravitated towards each other.  Your knee now rests against his thigh.  His arm stretches behind you on the couch.  Whiskey glasses sit forgotten on the table.  You only needed a few sips to relax before the conversation and laughter flowed.

Swapping stories of co-workers and old mutual friends.  You realize you’ve never seen him smile before tonight.

It’s a shame.

His smile lights up the room.

Javi arches back against the couch and pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s getting late.”

You make a non-committal noise in reply because your gaze has been captured by the expanse of his chest you can see through his gaping shirt.

Has his shirt been unbuttoned this much the whole time?  Four buttons undone?  Really?  Why bother buttoning it at all?

Not that you’re complaining as you take in the view of his smooth, golden skin.  You watch, hypnotized, as his chest rises and falls with each breath.

Your gaze travels upward, catching on the divot of his clavicle.  The perfect place to breathe his scent.

His Adam’s apple snags your gaze next as it bobs in his throat.  You have to swallow yourself, saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of licking your way up his gorgeous neck.

His jawline comes into view.  Strong and angular.  Beautiful.  Especially in contrast to his soft, plush lips.

They part slightly, revealing the most perfect crease in his lower lip.

Then there’s his nose.  Noses shouldn’t be so arousing.  It’s absurd.  But there it is in all it’s aquiline glory.  Like a goddamn sculpture.

You continue your journey up to his eyes and find that he’s staring at you, pupils blown.

Your mouth is suddenly dry as Javi slowly closes the distance between you, never breaking eye contact, giving you time to protest, until his lips meet yours.

A fire ignites in your body with the first touch of his lips.  It burns from your head to your toes waking you up from your slow syrupy thoughts.

You climb onto his lap, knees on either side of his slim hips.  His hands grip your waist.  His heat bleeding through the thin fabric covering your center.

You break away from the kiss, breathless. Javi continues kissing down your throat, tugging at your cardigan.  You sit back and reach between you, untying the belt and letting it fall off your shoulders.

Javi groans as he takes in the thin camisole you are wearing underneath.  Your bra had come off along with the pantyhouse and heels.  Your hard nipples poke against the silky fabric.  They squeeze even tighter as Javi licks his lips.

“Fuck, bonita, you’re gorgeous,” he rasps.  The sound goes straight to your core.

- - - - - - - - -

He didn’t come here for this.

Maybe he hoped initially.  But it didn’t seem to be what you had in mind.

He wasn’t lying when he said you were the most beautiful woman at work.  His eyes rove over your body of their own volition every time your paths cross.  His ears tune into the sound of your laughter and even more to your witty and sarcastic remarks.

But he didn’t expect this… this connection.

You’ve set him at ease.  Pulling stories from his memory that he thought were long forgotten.  The urge to pour out his heart to you nearly chokes him.

You’re too good for him.  Too smart, too strong, too confident.  And oh, are you beautiful.  

And now you’re above him, rocking into his cock, making the most heavenly sounds as you lick into his mouth.  He can do sex and do it well.  He can make up for everything he lacks with a good fucking.

Maybe fucking is all he’s good for.

“Take me to bed, Javi.”

He pauses.  He expected your words, but somehow, they have caught him off guard. It wouldn’t be just a fuck with you.  You’ve gotten under his skin.  You’ve glimpsed his soul.

The words bubble up before he can’t stop them.

“I’m scared.”

- - - - - - - - - - - 

His admission catches you off guard and you sit back.  “Scared? Of what? I know I’m older than you, but it’s not like I’m some dried-out husk and bats are going to fly out of my vagina.”  You push against his chest to get off his lap, annoyed and frustrated.

Javi growls and grabs your ass, pulling you back to him, holding you still while he finds his words.  “Fuck, that’s not what I meant.”  He huffs as he continues, “I’m scared because you… see me.”

The anger burns away as quickly as it came.

“I’m not the man most people think I am.” His big brown eyes that only moments ago held laughter and lust, fill with pain and doubt.

“Who are you, then?”

“Just a man.  Trying.  Failing.”

“I know.”

“You don’t want me.”

“What if I do?”

You’re surprised by your own admission. It’s the truth.  You do want him.  And not because he’s a ‘hero’ but in spite of it.  You want the man you met tonight.

You watch his feelings war across his face.  His body wants you, that is abundantly clear.  You’re pretty sure his mind and heart do too, if he could only trust them.

“Have you been real with me tonight, Javi?” you ask, brushing the pads of your thumbs over his gorgeous cheekbones.

“Yes.”

“I won’t beg.” You’ve lived enough life to know a man that doesn’t want you isn’t worth your time. “But know that I do see you and I want you.  The real you.”

His fingers dig into your hips and he swallows hard. “I’ve never done this.”

“I find that hard to believe.”  That earns you a smirk, some sparkle returning to his eyes.

“You know what I mean.  Real… I’ve never done real.  At least not for a long fucking time.”

“I’m as real as they come, Javi.  Wrinkles and all. Can you handle it?”

He brushes his fingers over the creases at the corners of your eyes and you melt.  “You’re beautiful.”

You bring your lips back to his, gently testing.  He wraps his arms around you, surging up into the kiss.  Heat quickly builds between your bodies as your hands roam freely across his broad shoulders and up into his hair.

He groans against your mouth.

“Take me to bed, querida.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Your body is perfect.

Not in the way of youth – firm, angular, unblemished – but well-loved.  Each part of you telling the story of a life well-lived.

He worships each curve of you.  Reveling in what pleasure feels like with someone when he opens himself up.  He kisses your softness, traces each wrinkle with his calloused fingers, delights in the sounds you make as he explores your body.

When you welcome him into your wet heat with a contented sigh, it nearly breaks him in two.  You feel so right around him, moving with him, coming with him.

Sated and drowsy, he lays with you on your bed.  You brush his hair off his forehead and trace your fingers over his laugh lines and the crease between his eyebrows.  He’s lived some life too.

“Still scared?” you ask, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Yeah,” he rasps quietly, looking up at your soft smile, “but I think it might be worth it.”

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[pixiesfz]

okay i have a kcc request but it’s a little more hurt/comfort vibes

reader is usually upbeat, matching kyra’s energy. r starts to feel a little down and burnt out and kyra’s the only one that notices. kyra organizes a cute little day for them to just chill and talk and cuddle

yes absolutely I love KCC!

on sale k.c.c

plot: you’ve been told by your agent that you’ve been bought by Chelsea, but you don’t know how to tell your girlfriend and friends

warning: angst?, I’m not sure how buying a player works but we will deal with it

“And Arsenal has taken the deal” Your agent told you as you sat in front of him.

You took a deep breath in and looked away “So I’ll be going to Chelsea in January?” You clarified and he nodded. You scoffed “I’ve been here loyally for years”.

“They are offering you a spot in the starting eleven and if Sam Kerr isn’t playing they will put you in striker position” he explained but your head was spinning.

You were moving to a different club, a rival club.

“Y/n I know this is hard but Arsenal wouldn’t of taken the deal if they didn’t know that it would be better for you and your career” he explained and you nodded your head.

It was November which meant you had one more month with the girls before the break and then you would have to go back with Chelsea.

You were leaving your friends.

You were leaving Kyra.

You were the main reason she took Arsenals deal, she wanted to play with you even if it wasn’t on international break.

“Can I go now?” You asked your agent who sadly smiled “yes you can go”.

You got up quickly, tears in your eyes as you got into your car where you cursed loudly out of frustration. You didn’t drive home to you and Kyras shared apartment, you drove to Beth and Vivs house.

They had taken a motherly status over you as you played for the Netherlands with Viv and Beth had taken you under her wing when you rocked up to your first training in an oversized training top as the smallest size was still to big as you were still a teenager.

You knocked on their door frantically as Beth opened the door with a smile “Not a robbed just y/n!” She called back to her girlfriend before looking at you again, her eyes immediately drawn to your red eyes and uneven breaths.

“Y/n/n are you okay?” She asked softly and you brought the older girl into a bone crushing hug in her doorway “y/n?” She asked and you crossed your head “not yet” you cried and the woman nodded as she squeezed you tighter, Viv walking around the corner in confusion as usually when you came over you and Beth were loudly mucking around.

She didn’t question anything but just watched from the corner of the hallway “lieverd” she muttered out as you made eye contact with your international team mate.

Viv could get any truth out of you with one look so you walked out of your embrace with Beth “they sold me” you said and Viv and Beth shared a look “Arsenal sold you?” Viv asked, stepping forward to you and you nodded “to Chelsea I’ll be moving in January” you explained as Beth wiped away your tears.

Viv looked away, not wanting you to see her emotion of sadness as Beth brought you into a hug “when did you find out?” Viv asked “Just then, I came here first” you explained and they nodded “I can’t go home, not yet” you told them and they nodded.

“You can’t go home cause Kyra will be there?” Viv asked and another tear ran down your face “I don’t know how to tell her, I can’t go home like this”.

The two shared a look and nodded and you looked around “can I go pet Myles now” you sniffed and Viv chuckled at your need for the puppy.

You stayed at the Meadema home for about three hours before you deemed yourself fit enough to go home to your girlfriend.

When you arrived Kyra was sleeping on the couch as the screen asked her if she was still watching, obviously she wasn’t.

Usually you would jump on the girl and wake her up but you instead walked past her and got changed into your pajamas for the night.

When Kyra woke up and saw you in the kitchen she furrowed her brows as you didn’t annoyingly wake her up from her nap.

“Hey how was lunch with Vic?” She asked as she walked into the kitchen

You didn’t tell her about your appointment with your agent, if you did then you would have to tell her the truth which you couldn’t right now.

“It was good” you said as Kyra nodded “did you finally try the dumplings?” She asked as she hugged into you, noticing your stiffness as she did so.

“No” was all you said before opening up a bag of chips, Kyra letting go of your body.

“Well did you not eat enough cause you look still hungry if your eating those” she pointed out and you shrugged “I guess”.

“Want to ring the bell on Caitlin’s apartment and run away like it was a Knick knocker?” Kyra suggested and you crossed your head “not today babe” you said and kissed her cheek.

Kyra watched suspiciously as you walked by her and into the living room.

You were never one to deny a small prank.

When training came the next day you were quiet and stuck by Viv and Beth “you haven’t told her yet?” Beth asked as she noticed Kyras still bubbly behaviour in the corner “I can’t” you said and Viv looked at you “You’re going to have to tell the team soon” she said and you nodded.

During drills you went to kick a shot at goal but Kyra kicked it before you could reach it, earning laughs from Katie, Caitlin and Less who were behind you, normally you would run after the girl in revenge but you found yourself just grabbing the ball and having another shot once again confusing your girlfriend.

Kyra ran over to Beth who was at the end of the line “Hey chicken” Beth smiled and Kyra looked in your direction “do you know what’s wrong with y/n, she’s not as…” Kyra couldn’t find the word “Devilish” Beth answered and Kyra nodded “I guess”

Beth looked at Kyra in sorrow, if Viv hid a secret like the secret you were keeping she would be devastated and sad when she found out “maybe just talk to her after training, she could just be having a bad day” Beth shrugged before going back to her group of forwards where you watched their interaction.

You saw Kyras face fall as she saw you watching and your heart broke, you didn’t want to leave her.

Kyra watched you for the whole of training, complaining of a fake ankle injury just so she could keep a better watch, you smiled once and it was only because of a nutmeg goal you had scored against Manu.

When it was time to shower and go home, you were quick, too quick for Kyras liking, usually you would stay around and joke around with her or hide peoples boots when they weren’t looking but you were in and out of the shower before quickly grabbing your bag and waiting out front.

When you got home you tried to walk straight to your room but Kyras hand grabbed your wrist “y/n wait” she said as you turned around to her “have I done something wrong?” She asked and your eyes widened “No! no god no, why would you think that?” You panicked and Kyra let go of your hand “because you’ve been distant and your answers have been short as if you don’t want to talk to me” she explained and you squeezed your eyes as you realised that your actions have made an impact on your girlfriend “and I also know you didn’t go out for lunch with Vic” Kyra said and you stepped back “Kyra-“

“Did you see someone?” She asked and you panicked once again “No! I would never do that to you!” You said and pulled her in a hug “where did you go then?” She asked and you squeezed her tighter as you snuggled into her neck “y/n?” She asked again and you sniffed, the feeling that you felt as you hugged Beth coming back to you.

“Don’t be mad” you muttered as your eyes watered, Kyra lifted her head as she lifted your head softly with her fingers “I won’t get mad I promise” she told you and you looked away.

“Arsenal uhm-“ you started and Kyra nodded, showing you she was listening “they got an offer from Chelsea for me”

Kyras heart dropped at the next words that came out of your mouth “did they accept it?” She asked, her voice cracking and you nodded “I transfer in January” you told her, a single tear rolling down your face as her eyes watered.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked and you looked to the floor “I didn’t know how too”.

The both of you stayed in your position in front of your door way as Kyra listed ways that you could still see each other “On our off days we can spend time with each other and also after games we can relax together, it will be easier than we think y/n” she told you and you nodded before bringing the girl into a kiss.

“I’m gonna miss my partner in crime” she smiled as you leaned in again.

[veala2]

“ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.”

SYNOPSIS - It was just a simple day at the market, and yet something about him seemed off than what you usually know. Not a bad off, just an off… and then you realized something more.

CW - fluff to the max, fem!reader (no mention of certain physical attributes), just a sweet read before you go to sleep. (´∀｀)♡

A/N - life is getting tough once again, so this was a good pick me up to write. hope you all enjoy it as I did making it!

Sometimes it’s often forgotten how bustling an island market can be while on a ship. The many vendors exhaustingly attempting to sell their goods, customers haggling and bargaining while they can, the loud noises and over all craziness that can ensue in just one day. It was easy not to miss.

So, when your dear cook asked if you’d like to come along with him to get groceries, you agreed in the hopes of a quiet day. But that was far from the case, at the moment.

“Damn, I forgot how crazy this place can be.” You said, astounded and a little nervous. Sanji simply laughed and motioned his hand towards you.

“If you feel overwhelmed, just grab my hand. I promise I won’t let go, Y/N- swan~”

You giggled at his sweet advances and intertwined your fingers with his. Making his eyes go wide and blood start spilling down from his face. You laughed once again at his silliness, and the two of you made your way through the bustling markets. Hand in loving hand.

The day seemed to go by like a breeze. It was funny how a simple day of buying groceries was as adventurous as discovering a new island. Sanji taught you which fruits and vegetables were ripe and firm, using charm to get the best deal on food, and enjoying the many food stalls scattered throughout the marketplace. With the sun shining brightly up in the sky, and not a single cloud in sight, today was starting to look like one of the best days you’ve ever had since joining the Strawhats.

Though, something peculiar was noticed by you as the day went on. Something that was unusual for anybody who knew Sanji.

During the duration on your trip, not once did the- usually love- sick- cook fawn or glance up at another woman. Which was strange, because even you could notice there wasn’t a lack of them. Women who, once Sanji noticed on his mental radar, would be engrossed by his antics until the moment he sailed off the island.

The chef simply kept his hand in yours. Doing his business and having a good time with you. It was sweet, but suspicious.

You thought maybe there was something more, but never thought deeply about it.

Curiously, you made your way up towards a stall selling different pieces of jewellery. Eyeing them all, almost mesmerised. The love cook noticed how your eyes glistened with the bright and colourful gems and stones.

“Fancy anything you see, dearie?” The elderly vendor asked, a gentle smile on his face. You smiled back and nodded, examining a particular pair of jewels that caught your eye. It wasn’t too heavy, and looked amazing against the colour of your skin. That smile of yours slowly dropped knowing you had just spent all your money on all the other vendors you passed.

Sanji noticed the expression on your face, thinking both to how cute you looked with that puppy-like pout and how many berries he managed to save in his pockets. He fiddled around before scourging up just enough money to pay the man.

“We’ll take it, sir.” He said. You were shocked and confused, grabbing Sanji by the shoulder.

“Sanji! It’s fine, I don’t need it.” You whispered. The old man had already packaged it and handed it to you. Sanji gave you a toothy smile, pulling you closer towards him by putting his arm around your shoulder. You made contact with the side of his body, taking note of his scent. Fresh, warm and spicy cologne. A cool aftershave. And the lingering of his signature cigarettes that somehow added to his incredible smell.

“It’s my treat, don’t worry about it. Any man would buy jewelry for such a beautiful woman as yourself.” He insisted, already thanking the man and walking away with you by his side.

A warm and fuzzy feeling grew from inside the pit of your stomach. You peeked inside the bag, a smile forming on your face. Cheeks round and glowing. That adorable smile that made the love cook fawn over you. Causing yet another round of nose bleeding. It was a safe bet to say there was nothing wrong with Sanji today, but the fact that he wasn’t swooning over the latest women he found in the market had you suspicious. But, you decided to put this off until later. Maybe then you’d figure out why he was being so… himself, but not himself.

As the night started to fall, the crew had rallied up and taken their positions at the dining table for their 5- star meal tonight. As per usual, since their chef wouldn’t make anything but. You peeked around the corner of the kitchen, noticing Sanji adding the finishing touches to the food. The delicious aroma wafting through the air and into your nostrils. If you hadn’t come to the kitchen specifically for Sanji, then you most certainly would have just a taste of his latest dish.

“Sanji!” you called, jumping up from around the corner. The man spun around, his eyes turning to hearts at the sight of you in front of him.

“Mon cheri! I’m so happy you’ve come to see me!” he announced, a stupidly cute grin plastered on his face. He noticed something shine from near you, stopping and gawking at what it was. The piece of jewellery looked even better on you than he ever could have thought or even dreamed. His face said everything it ever could have, and you couldn’t help smiling like an idiot, too.

“I take it, you fancy it?” You asked, in the same manner the vendor. He shook his head up and down fast. Going down to grasp one of your free hands and planting a soft kiss on it. You felt the heat rise up inside of you.

“You look like a true goddess, an enchantress of another world! My dear, you truly don’t know what kind of hold you have on me.”

God, could he be more idiotically charming?

“Do you mean that? Cause I saw how you weren’t really… yourself in the market today. You didn’t fawn or swoon over all the girls there like you usually would.” You expressed, awkwardly shuffling your feet and gazing at the ground. He gave you a look of confusion, tilting his face to the side, puppy- like.

“Why would I when I already have a beautiful lady here, right by my side?”

It felt like your heart was about to explode. Explode into small bits as cupid’s arrows have struck you right in the centre. You lunged at him, engulfing him in a bear hug. Hiding your face in his shoulder and taking in that scent that you loved so dearly. Sanji soothingly patted the back of your head and caressed your back with loving circles.

“Your stupid, you know that…” was all you could mutter, still hiding in his shoulder. He simply laughed and held you tighter.

“Sweetheart, the food is starting to get cold. So let’s go enjoy it before that happens.” He advised, having you quickly agree and already start to drool at the thought of eating. Sanji couldn’t help but laugh some more at your antics.

The entirety of the night, you couldn’t help but glance at Sanji at the dinner table. Him doing the exact same. Besides Luffy’s grabby hands at the others' foods, and Brook causing Nami to yet another angry punch, and everybody else’s antics, you felt as if it was just the two of you at the dinner table. Neither of you knew, but you were both thinking about how lucky you were to have each other in this lifetime.

Turns out there was something more. And you loved it.

[igotanidea]

Nutcracker: Dick Grayson x reader

christmas bingo day 5: nutcracker

***

“You know when you said nutcracker this is definitely not what I was expecting….” Y/N muttered looking at Dick, who, grinning like a madman was standing in the middle of the Wayne manor kitchen, dressed in an apron and holding – well, the literal nutcracker.  As in – a kitchen tool.

“Should have known better.” He smiled even wider, causing Y/N to start worrying about his mental health.

“Yeah, I guess I should have known better.” She muttered rubbing her forehead.

“Cas is the fan of ballet, me – not so much” Dick shrugged “besides, if I wanted to spend a few hours with you in a dark room then-“

“Shut up!” she rushed towards him putting a hand on his mouth to stop his babbling “there are kids in this house!”

“Tim is hardly a kid, and Damian-“

“Damian catches up way too fast for a boy his age. And I’m pretty sure you want to avoid the awkward older brother talk with him?”

“Oh sunshine, believe me I’m more than ready for an awkward older brother conversation.” He grabbed her waist and pecked her cheek and before she realised what was happening, she had another white apron tied around her waist.

“Dare I ask-?” she sighed, bracing herself for any crazy idea that might be forming in her boyfriend’s mind

“walnuts. gingerbread.”

“gingerbread?” she repeated, frowning in confusion before it finally hit her “oh no! no! damn it! No way in hell!” instinctively she moved towards the kitchen door, before Dick grabbed her from behind and prevented from escaping his arms.

“It’s a couple bonding exercise!”

“It’s a couple killing practise! Remember what happened last year?! “

“It’s not like I burnt those cookies on purpose! You were extremely distracting with that pout on your face.”

“Can’t remember signing up for a cooking experience with Dick Grayson!!”

“You know that’s actually a nice idea. Maybe I should start my own TV show…”

““you wouldn’t even be able to run a youtube channel-“

“maybe I could juggle oranges while doing a somersault?”

“Oh my god…”

“come on, I am an acrobat, after all.”

“Not the word I would use in this context-“ she rolled her eyes “I’m not baking with you! When Alfred finds out I let you in the kitchen despite my better judgement I’ll -“

“I’ll protect you from Alfred’s wrath” Dick laughed not letting her go. “you’re safe with me baby.”

“He will ban us from the kitchen forever! It’s the only person left in this household that believes I’m sane despite going out with you!”

“Which you are obviously not.” Dick laughed spinning her in his arms and looking at her with the puppy eyes. The expression he worked to perfection during the years. “come on, please… pleeeeaaaassssseeeeeee…….”

“Stop it Grayson! I’m serious… stop it” please stop it, before I give in to your five-year-old antics.     

“Pretty please. Come on, Y/N…. Just say yes.. .It’s gonna be fun I promise…”

 “It’s really not too late to buy the ballet tickets Dick…” she muttered, feeling her resistance breaking despite knowing well enough how the baking experience with Dick Grayson will end.

“That’s for another occasion.”

***

Two hours later, as predicted, kitchen looked like batterfield. Nut shells splattered everywhere, including Y/N’s hair, flour on her clothes that happened to not be covered by the apron and a sticky smudge of spice on her forehead made her similar to a gingerbread man (woman). While she was huffing and puffing making the dough, shaping cookies and decorating them, Dick just sit on the counter watching her with a loving eyes, making a mess and not helping at all. He didn’t even bother to open the over for her, at least not until she almost burned herself trying to balance the quite heavy baking tray in one hand. It was a miracle she survived this.

“couple bonding exercise, my ass.” She hissed, brushing her hair away with a wrist, fairly annoyed that she had to do  all the work.

“I definitely feel bound to you.” He smiled at her, jumping off the counter.

“you didn’t even move a finger-“ before she could finish he cut off her off with the kiss.

“can’t you be original, once?” she scoffed pulling back “cutting off with a kiss is just so predictable, man-like gesture.”

“Can’t blame me. You taste the sweetest.” Dick only laughed in response, wiping off the streak of honey which she was stained with in the corner of her mouth. “Better than the cookies.”

[1solone]

The problem is,

We look for someone to grow old together,

While the secret is to find someone to stay a child with!

What does LoVe mean to 4-8 year old kids? Slow down for a few minutes to read this...💕

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?' The answers they got were broader, deeper, and more profound than anyone could have ever imagined!

'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore... So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.' Rebecca - age 8

'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.' Billy - age 4

'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.' Karl - age 5

'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.' Chrissy - age 6

'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' Terri - age 4

'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' Danny - age 8

'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and just listen.' Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.' Nikka - age 6

(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.' Noelle - age 7

'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.' Tommy - age 6

'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.' Cindy - age 8

'My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.' Clare - age 6

'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.' Elaine - age 5

'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.' Chris - age 7

'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.' Mary Ann - age 4

'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.' Lauren - age 4

'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image!) Karen - age 7

'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross...' Mark - age 6

'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.' Jessica - age 8

And the final one: The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry.'

(this made me cry!)

Now, take a few seconds and post this for others to inspire and spread LoVe like butter!

And then be a child again today!🍂🦋💙🦋💖🦋😘💕

[reallyromealone]

Another possible part “Security Guard Himbo”

Let’s say M/n’s flower shop gets broken into and wrecked. Levi of course figured out what happened and helps the reader out. Possible angst and fluff ✨

(Also love your fics! Hope your having a good day/night depending on when you read this <3)

Yesyesyes

Fuck yes

God I loved this mini series

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(Name) let Levi buy him a flower, the model wanting his boyfriend to have the absolute best he can provide and seeing (name) in his true element... Was hot to Levi.

(Name) was completely different than when he did security, smiling and helpful to customers and helping elderly people get their flowers to their cars and small children pick out a good plant to start with.

Then there were the people Levi wanted to strangle, the Model having come in with lunch and his new security guard when he saw his puppy boyfriend oblivious to the young woman flirting with him as he dutifully put an arrangement together for her "and your total is 62.95" (name) said politely, actively looking away when the girl bent over a bit to show off her chest and perked up when he saw Levi "baby!" (Name) chirped out and went from behind the counter to greet him with a gentle kiss.

The girl looked floored at the interaction, Levi glancing to give her a warning glare as (name) chatted about the shop "so many people came today! I think my sign really worked!" (Name) said but Levi knew it was because it was run by a buff hottie that was his boyfriend.

"It is a good sign" Levi commented passively and watched as (name) completed the transaction and the girl scurried off "let me make you some tea, would you like some?" (Name) asked the new security guard who looked startled at the florist, slightly entranced by the buff man but looked away when he felt Levi's stare on him.

"A-ah no thank you" he said shyly and (name) nodded before going to the back to get his boyfriend some tea "so what's your name?" (Name) asked the new security curiously "Marco, sir" the brunet was kind of in awe at the man before him, the person who had his position.

The lunch was spent relatively relaxed though Marco could tell (name) was hesitant about him and he couldn't blame him as Levi was not only one of the top models globally but the florists boyfriend.

"I have a shoot to go to but I'll see you after, yeah?" Levi said to his boyfriend who nodded obediently before kissing him gently.

"I'll miss you" (name) said softly as they parted,(name) nodding to Marco to silently tell him to keep his boyfriend safe.

(Name) was at ease as he closed down shop, Levi sent him pictures of the shoot and (name) was swooning at how cool he looked.

Though he did avoid any news articles because Levi didn't want (name) to have to think about that.

(Name) snuggled Levi, the black haired man resting against his chest without a care, the room dark from the night sky when his phone blasted.

"Shit--" (name) quickly checked his phone to see it's an alert for the shop, a break in.

(Name) and Levi rushed to the shop, the police already there as they took in the damage, completely vandalized and torn apart as glass and dirt was thrown everywhere.

Levi hated how heartbroken (name) looked, talking to the police and getting a statement and the likes before checking the footage and his heart sank at the carnage the perpetrators raised.

The shop was closed off as it was now a crime scene and (name) was silent as they drove home "I'm sorry baby" Levi was soft with his boyfriend, unused to seeing him so distressed as night streets had minimal traffic "I just... Why?"

"People are pieces of shit... I'm sorry" Levi said taking his boyfriends hand and kissing it "I'll call a guy I know to fix the damages and we will get the best security we can get" Levi said earnestly to (name) as they parked in the garage, the buff man melting a bit under the others soft touch "let's go to bed yeah?" Levi led the other to their room and snuggled him on the bed, letting the buff man be little spoon as his face was hidden in Levi's chest.

When the police did their investigation, Levi already had people on to fix the shop and everything as he forced his boyfriend to look pretty for him and accompany him to a shoot, letting him hang out in the dressing room and work on a few promotions.

(Name) was still on edge but Levi made sure to kiss those fears away and when the people who vandalized the shop were found, Levi wasn't surprised that they were... Fans of his.

Less than 24 hours later Levi's official twitter issued a statement about how appalled he was at this and how real fans should be happy for him and not attack his partner or his business.

Six months later the shop was thriving better than ever, the buff man always bringing home beautiful bouquets for Levi who usually didn't care for flowers but... They were from his boyfriend so he was swooning a bit.

But (name) didn't need to know that.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.130 Whoop that trick

At dawn, Sophia got up to pee, so I pulled myself out of bed to make breakfast because I knew she'd be hungry and head for the kitchen next. I felt like trying my French toast recipe again, as I hadn't perfected it yet. Cooking for Sophia had proven to be even more frustrating than cooking for Dad, because nearly everything contained dairy in some form. Scouring the internet every day for something new to try had gotten really old, so I started buying plant-based milk for my sanity. I think she appreciated it too because sometimes the temptation to eat dairy was so strong she gave in, damning the discomfort of bubble guts. How anyone could live life without cheese, I didn't know.

"Mmmmm, that smells so good," Sophia cooed.

"Thanks. I think I got it right this time."

The plant-based milk worked well for most things, but I needed to make adjustments to my custard. In my initial trials, either the bread came out too soggy, or it developed an eggy crust while it cooked. Everything looked perfect this time, so I hoped to remember what I did for next time.

"Okay, so hear me out," she started.

I had no idea what she was about to suggest, but I knew it would involve her not resting at home.

"It's Night Out on the Town tonight! We should go."

"Is that a good idea? You're due literally at any moment now."

"Okay, yeah, but this might be our last night as a child-free couple! We should spend some time together before we have to start scheduling it."

I wanted to come up with an irrefutable rebuttal, but I had none. Her logic was sound, as always. She'd been cooped up inside a lot lately, anyway. It wouldn't hurt to leave the house for a little while. It's not like we were going jogging around the lake or anything.

"Okay. But we're going to stay in town. There's a nice restaurant in Anchorpoint Wharf I've been wanting to take you to."

She clapped and did a little happy jig in her chair. I loved that woman.

Kooper and Rosie were getting old. Their coats turned gray, they slept a lot, and they walked a little slower. None of that seemed to stop them from running around the house like a pair of puppies, though. Rosie still demanded that Kooper play with her and dashed around the house and yard like she was training for a marathon. I loved that their age didn't stop them from having a good time. I was playing with Kooper when I realized something that stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Oh my Watcher," I shouted.

Sophia was behind me, asking what was the matter. I didn't mean to startle her, but it just occurred to me that Alessia might have her babies today!

"We need to get to Mama's house!"

She started to ask why, but I had already dialed Dad's number to see if he would come. Once she overheard my end of the conversation, she went upstairs immediately and got dressed. Dad said he was already on his way and would meet us there.

When we arrived, Mama wasted no time checking up on Sophia and loving on her youngest grandchild. She hammered her with a bunch of questions, like if she was getting enough rest and if she had experienced early contractions. All moms were lay doctors, I guess. Just as I had begun to think it was nice to have the whole family together again, loud forbidden words and angry screams rang out from upstairs, followed by rapid stomps heading in our direction.

"I'M GOING TO MURDER HIM," Alessia yelled.

"I'M GOING TO FIND HIM AND PUNCH IN HIS PRETTY FACE!! AND THEN I'M GOING TO CUT OFF HIS-"

"Whoa, Less," I said. "What in the world happened?"

Her face was as red as a strawberry, and her eyebrows scowled, just like an angry cartoon character. The lasers shooting from her eyes made me want to stay out of her way, but I needed to know what and who upset her so.

"JACE happened!! He's a PUNK!! Ol' llama-faced liar!!! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"

"What did he do, Less?"

"He went back to his ex! IN MT. KOMOREBI!! And he married her!! He f#@$ing MARRIED her!!! HE SAID HE LOVED ME!! Ever since we found out it was triplets he's been weird!! HE IS DEAD TO ME!!!"

Mama had previously gone to the kitchen, no doubt to be near Dad when she noticed him taking out the trash, leaving only me to diffuse the situation. Alessia's anger was palpable, like an electric current coursing through the room. I had never seen her like that before, and it both scared and fueled me. I tried balling my fists and breathing extra slow and deep to keep myself from going off, but thoughts of confronting that piece of shit and laying hands on him stirred a fire inside me. There was no kind, gentle way to deal with this, and if I ever saw that cowplant turd in the street, it would be on sight! Nobody betrayed my sister and got away with it. I should have known something was up when he bailed at the baby shower. I saw him when we arrived, but after that, he was nowhere to be found. How could he weasel his way into my sister's fortified heart, knock her up, and leave her with THREE babies??? Did he really think running away to the mountain would absolve him of fatherhood? Like, did he not know child support was a thing? And he had THREE to support?? What an idiot! COWARD!! I hoped his wife had a real job because I knew Alessia would try to milk him dry. He'll be sorry he even met her! The sheer audacity of it all made my blood boil.

I was concerned about my niece and nephews and finally got Less to sit down. She didn't exactly calm down, because how could she? But she and I had a great time plotting and scheming against ol' Jace, planning what we'd do to him the next time we saw him. True, that wasn't healthy either, but it sure was fun. Revenge wasn't really Sophia's style, and she remained quiet. She also didn't have a sibling she would take up for at any moment, so she didn't understand why I acted like that and occasionally tried to talk sense into us.

But just like when she was a kid, Less found it hard to sit still and be calm, so she jumped up and paced the room, fuming like a teakettle. Even though he would eventually find out, I hoped Dad was still outside during Alessia's initial rant. Her situation was way too close to home, and I feared it might trigger him, especially being in Mama's house with all of us. But like I said, he would eventually find out. He and Mama came out from wherever they were, asking what all the yelling was about. I guess Mama had enough of Less' pregnant mood swings to come find out immediately. Less filled them in, and I saw a quiet rage growing within my dad. He looked just like how I felt. Maybe we could take another family trip to Mt. Komorebi and murder him together, heh.

I saw Mama eyeing me, as if to silently ask what we should do as the expert on all things mind, body, and soul. But I had no answers for her. My mind was set on destroying Jace, and my body was ready for it. I felt that in my soul, ha!

"I think we all need a dip in the pool," she said. "That should relax these tense mommies, right buddy?"

I sensed both sincerity and sarcasm in her tone, as she seemed disappointed that I provoked instead of diffusing the situation. Either way, she was right. Less definitely needed to calm down, but the rest of us did too, so we got changed and hopped into the pool.

[artstelle]

Not Mine To Keep

The first time Arthur came to Merlin's shop, he looked so out of place, unsure of what to do. Merlin guessed he was either too "manly" to be seen buying flowers, or a rich prat who never had to buy his gifts himself. Neither were exactly wrong guesses. He felt bad for the woman the man was buying the flowers for.

They had a rather unpleasant encounter that day and Merlin was sure the man would never, ever come anywhere near the shop again, and would probably tell everyone he knew not to buy from there either. So it was a surprise when he saw the other man again. He said that while the employees were rude, the place unfortunately had the best flowers around. Of course, that would be a better excuse if the man actually bought any flowers that time.

After that, it became a regular thing, Arthur visiting once a week. At first, he asked questions about flowers, then it turned into them chatting, insulting each other sometimes and joking, laughing.

Merlin knew he shouldn't, but he was sad and depressed when the man – Arthur, he learnt – stopped coming. He was worried when Arthur didn't show up for two weeks in a row, but weeks turned into months and he accepted that the other man had probably just grown bored of their little conversations.

And then, he just showed up. Merlin welcomed him as he would any other customer, tried not to stare or ask demand an explanation as to why he just vanished. But he knew he had no right to, they were two strangers having casual conversation, that was all. If Merlin had feelings for that gorgeus blond man who turned out to be actually funny and charming, then it was his problem alone.

Arthur stayed silent for some time, and he seemed nervous, god knows why. He looked at his hands, the flowers, the walls and anywhere other than at Merlin. Just as the silence started to be too much and Merlin thought maybe he should say something, Arthur opened his mouth.

"I had things to deal with. Things to arrange. Both personal and business issues." Merlin wanted to say there was no need for explanation, but was too shocked by Arthur's next words to say anything. "I am sorry."

Arthur Pendragon did not apologize. He would show that he was sorry, but never put it into words.

But Merlin had to talk, because the man was looking at him, obviously waiting for an answer. "Oh, um... O-ok." What he wanted to say was: why do you look like a kicked puppy? "It's fine, life gets busy sometimes." That seemed to ease Arthur's mind, if the smile that formed on his lips was any proof. His beautiful lips, how nice it would be to kiss them. Oh for god's sake! Merlin had to get rid of those thoughts.

"Well, is there anything you want? If you aren't going to buy anything, I can get you a chair, but you're blocking the way. Though I don't think I can talk much, there's a big order I need to prepare." He didn't mean to sound harsh, didn't want Arthur to leave, but it was hard to go back to how they used to be. Maybe in a week, he would stop wondering what the personal matters he had to arrange were.

"Actually... I want to. I'm here for a bouquet."

Oh... Ok then. That was unexpected. Merlin remined himself that there was nothing for him to be sad about.

"Ok, which one?" He showed the bouquets that were prepared for customers to choose from. It helped them to see how the thing would look before purchasing, it and was faster to have some made up already when it was busy. And if they didn't sell, Merlin took them to the local hospital to give someone a little smile. "Or do you want a custom made one?"

"A custom one. But I was hoping you could help me choose the flowers." Arthur twisted the end of the ribbon on the counter around his finger.

"Sure, it is my job." Stop being so nervous, Merlin told himself firmly. "What kind of bouquet do you want?" He didn't want to know but he had to ask.

"To show... Something that says 'You are important to me' and 'I think of you all the time.'"

Merlin's heart hurt so much he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hide it. It was no surprise the bouquet was for Arthur's lover, but he would never have expected Arthur could say such things. He must really love her. "And 'I wish to spend more time with you.'" Arthur looked at Merlin for the first time since he had entered the shop that day. Merlin wished he wouldn't. "And..." Please, enough, go tell those things to her yourself. I don't want to hear them! "'I love you.'"

Merlin turned his back, knowing he should be happy that Arthur had found someone he loved. Arthur often talked about the girls his father threw his way and how he never had any feelings at all, at least most of the time. Whenever that happened, Merlin thought about Arthur's first visit to his shop, the bouquet he'd bought, but he couldn't bring himself to ask who it had been for.

"I'll make something." He bit his lip while choosing the flowers. Merlin stared at the bright lamp to prevent the tears from falling down his cheeks. He didn't want to make a fast and simple bouquet just to get away from the situation. It was important to Arthur, and if Merlin couldn't be happy for him, at least he could do his job right.

After who knew how long, he had the flowers ready. "Here, I hope she likes them."

But Arthur did not reach out to take them.

"I hope he does," he said instead. "Keep them, please. They're for you."

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Look… I drew that in November. Then when I was posting, I realized I forget to add the bouquet and since then it is waiting to be posted in my wip folder. Not even wip! I put that in completed folder cause like, it was mostly done. I wanted to pick flowers with correct meanings. I gave up and just drew a pretty bouqute cause it is better than never finishing it. Please pretend they have suitable meanings to what Arthur wanted to say.

I wasn't planning to write something that long! Wow.

Edit: I posted it to ao3 too. Here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48305071

Flowershop AU for @merlinbingo

art by @artstelle

[unicornjoking1111]

Success stories in Neville goddard's book (the power of awareness)

*this is not my work as it is a copy paste of neville goddard's book*

This is the story of a very unexpected result of an interview with a lady who came to consult me.

One afternoon a young grandmother, a business woman in New York, came to see me. She brought along her nine-year-old grandson, who was visiting her from his home in Pennsylvania. In response to her questions, I explained the law of assumption, describing in detail the procedure to be followed in attaining an objective. The boy sat quietly, apparently absorbed in a small toy truck while I explained to the grandmother the method of assuming the state of consciousness that would be hers were her desire already fulfilled. I told her the story of the soldier in camp who each night fell asleep, imagining himself to be in his own bed in his own home. When the boy and his grandmother were leaving, he looked up at me with great excitement and said, "I know what I want and now, I know how to get it." Surprised, I asked him what it was he wanted; he told me he had his heart set on a puppy. To this the grandmother vigorously protested, telling the boy that it had been made clear repeatedly that he could not have a dog under any circumstances . . . that his father and mother would not allow it, that the boy was too young to care for it properly, and furthermore the father had a deep dislike for dogs — he actually hated to have one around. All these were arguments the boy, passionately desirous of having a dog, refused to understand. "Now I know what to do," he said. "Every night just as I am going off to sleep, I am going to pretend that I have a dog and we are going for a walk." "No," said the grandmother, "that is not what Mr. Neville means. This was not meant for you. You cannot have a dog." Approximately six weeks later, the grandmother told me what was to her an astonishing story. The boy's desire to own a dog was so intense that he had absorbed all that I had told his grandmother of how to attain one's desire — and he believed implicitly that at last he knew how to get a dog. Putting this belief into practice, for many nights the boy imagined a dog was lying in his bed beside him. In imagination he petted the dog actually feeling its fur. Things like playing with the dog and taking it for a walk filled his mind. Within a few weeks it happened. A newspaper in the city in which the boy lived organized a special program in connection with Kindness to Animals Week. All schoolchildren were requested to write an essay on "Why I Would Like to Own a Dog." After entries from all the schools were submitted and judged, the winner of the contest was announced. The very same boy who weeks before in my apartment in New York had told me "Now I know how to get a dog" was the winner. In an elaborate ceremony, which was publicized with stories and pictures in the newspaper, the boy was awarded a beautiful collie puppy. In relating this story, the grandmother told me that if the boy had been given the money with which to buy a dog, the parents would have refused to do so and would have used it to buy a bond for the boy or put it in the savings bank for him. Furthermore, if someone had made the boy a gift of a dog, they would have refused it or given it away. But the dramatic manner in which they boy got the dog, the way he won the city-wide contest, the stories and pictures in the newspaper, the pride of achievement and joy of the boy himself all combined to bring about a change of heart in the parents, and they found themselves doing that which they never conceived possible — they allowed him to keep the dog. All this the grandmother explained to me, and she concluded by saying that there was one particular kind of dog on which the boy had set his heart. It was a collie.

[pinkcannibal]

so i’m thinking that marilyn must be like… super rich, right? i mean from the looks of the Gates Mansion in the show, and the formal clothes the family were wearing in old family portrait, it’s safe to assume that the Gates were pretty loaded people. And the normal conclusion is that all of their money got inherited by Marilyn after they died. i guess im asking if you could share any personal headcanons/thoughts you have on rich!Mari? Like I just imagine her taking Reader out to this super fancy restaurant for their one year anniversary and Reader nearly passes out when she sees the prices. But Marilyn picks up the tab like "oh no don’t worry honey it’s no big deal" 😭 Idk Idk I just think it’s a fun lil headcanon to ponder about

oh im literallyyyy going to touch on this in my fic! she 100% inherited the gates fortune and mansion, they were canonically loaded and its real to me marilyn grew up as a rich girl <3 kdkkdfk like marilyn buying/paying for everything when it comes to reader in the fic is definitely coming up.

like marilyn to me has so much money to spare, and now that she finally has someone in her life she adores that she can spend it on??? yeah shes a menace

marilyn will buy reader high quality lingerie just to rip it off. will not care if she tears the lace bra in her need to bite and nip to her girls tits. and reader, her whole life used to not having pretty expensive things, will always blush and whine bc she feels soooo bad when they do get ruined. marilyn does not care, she buys her more the next day <33

if reader starts to get shy/protest on how much marilyn spends on her, this woman will distract her by going down on her and eating her out until she knows her sugar mommy tendencies are incurable <33

plus, shes giving reader everything she missed out on as a child. an adult in her life that will get them things without question and not ever call her selfish for it, and it heals both of them! marilyn gets to provide. reader gets to want things and not feel guilty

if reader is staring at something on her phone intensely while scrolling? yeah marilyns peaking over her shoulder and already putting an order in for it. not without teasing tho. "wow, sweet girl. thats so pretty. want mommy to buy it for you?" she doesnt have to ask, she definitely is, but its so worth it to see reader squirm in her hold and blush and force reader to ask for it.

like you said, treats her to theeee most nicest restaurants. lets reader get whatever she wants. it takes a few tries and dates together for reader to feel comfy ordering expensive things. she gets sooo dumbed down and needy tho when marilyn feeds her bites and runs her hand up her girls thigh <33

reader is well aware of how this looks. if you told her a year ago she'd have a sugar mommy milf hot teacher gf she'd think ur insane. so when marilyn starts to gift things if reader gets a good grade/achieves an accolade or something similar? it makes her soo submissive. just: "good job honey, you did so well on this exam. which do you want, those earrings or the ring you were eyeing yesterday?" and reader just stares w puppy eyes, blushing, like. "oh. um. both? <33" (she obvs gets both)

[clickerflight]

Fallen: Part 9 - How Much is that Doggie in the Window

I was supposed to write this ages ago, but misread fallen as fleeting on my to do list so :p Also, I do adore the hallucinations in the way of 'they're hurting my guy :)' They're fun. I have plans for them.

Masterlist

Part 8

Content: Villain whumpee, hallucinations, miserable times, wet cat vibes, nonsexual nudity, discussion of past injuries, mentions of drugs and needle marks

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It was raining now. Kolt was completely drenched, his thin shirt and sweatpants doing nothing to protect him from the elements. The nice woman who had been helping him had needed to go to work and gave him a little bit of money, which helped him get pretty close to where he needed to go, but not far enough, 

He shuffled through the rain, the lights shimmering before his blurry eyes as he went, arms wrapped around himself as he sniffled and allowed himself to look less and less like the man he had been before. 

Ah, look at him. Like a soaked puppy dog, Gambler said with relish in his voice. 

“Shut up,” Kolt said softly, pushing past the dark hallucination. He swore he could feel the rain slicked poncho the man was wearing under his scarred palm. 

Ooh, we’re brave today, aren’t we, Watcher said, which sent chills down Kolt’s spine, unrelated to the weather. Watcher didn’t speak often, but when he did, it was usually a portent of something terrible coming his way. He hoped this time wasn’t one of those occasions. 

We should do something about that, Beater said, stepping out of an alley. In the past, Kolt would have just ignored them. Rationalized that they were just hallucinations. But they weren’t just hallucinations any more. They could affect him now. Force him to do things he didn’t want to do. They could hurt him or stop his progress, so he treated them like cautious enemies. 

He moved carefully, not allowing them to corner him or surround him. 

So fast when you’re let out of your cage, hmm? Beater said, jogging to catch up, trying to get ahead of Kolt, but Kolt turned down another street. 

Never let them know your next move, Watcher whispered in that two toned voice. It made Kolt want to throw up. 

Where are you going, puppy? Shouldn’t you be in a window? How is anyone supposed to want to buy you if you getting all muddy and bruised in the streets? Gambler asked, and before Kolt could get out of the way he felt something trip him, sending him sprawling. 

They had to be real. There was no way a hallucination would be so real, right?

Kolt shook his head, pushing himself out of the mud. He couldn’t think about it right now. It would only slow him down. 

Persistent, Beater commented, impressed. Looks like they didn’t take all of the fight out of you. But we knew that. You are so so good at hiding what is actually going on in that big brain of yours. 

You were such a good dog for Dr. LeAnne for so long. It is amazing you’re able to remember anything after that, Gambler added and all three of the hallucinations laughed. 

Kolt tried to drown them out, his heart beating faster when he saw the familiar door ahead. 

“Please,” he couldn’t help but whisper to himself. “Please still be here.”

The hallucinations, still laughing, hung back as he approached the door. He knocked, the sound weak under the sound of the rain. He waited, arms wrapped around himself again, water dripping out of his long hair and into his face as he waited. 

Someone moved inside and the door opened. Dr. Dalley Hitchcock still looked the same, round of face and chest, friendly looking besides a dark look behind his eyes, and sturdy. 

“Dalley,” Kolt breathed, emotions swelling up in his chest. Shame from being seen like this, gratitude and relief and hope, fear that he would be turned away because Dalley’s alliances had changed; everything. Kolt opened his mouth to explain, to be rational and ask for help politely, to apologize for the intrusion, but his eyes blurred further, obscuring Dalley’s features and a sob ripped out of his throat in such a manner that Kolt covered his mouth like he could take that and the rushing tears back. 

“Kolt? Is that you? We thought you were dead,” Dalley said, reaching out and taking Kolt by the elbows to guide him inside, closing the door and blocking out those three clear shapes Kolt could always see even as he cried. 

Kolt was sat in a chair, elbows propped on his knees as he tried to regain his composure. 

“Where have you been?” Dalley asked, rummaging around and grabbing things. “Not even the Dragon Gang could figure out where you’d gone.”

Kolt shook his head in his hands. No one could find him except Gale. And Gale was who knows where. 

“Kolt?”

Kolt wiped his face hard, sniffling and lifted his head. “I was in a lab somewhere,” he said with a grimace. “Look, I don’t really feel good, Dalley. Can this wait until-”

“No, of course. I apologize. That was insensitive of me. You wait there for a moment while I get some things ready in the bathroom and we’ll get you taken care of,” Dalley said, shuffling off. 

Kolt was left among the piles of supplies and books, all at once chaotic and organized. Just like the last time he’d been here. He was grateful that Dalley was a creature of habit. Kolt would have been left wandering the streets looking for an ally for quite a while if Dalley had moved. 

Dalley came back quickly and leaned down, taking Kolt by the elbows again to help him up. Kolt usually would have protested, but he did not think there was much left of his ego to rescue at the moment, muddy and bruised and scarred as he was. 

Soon, he was sat in a chair in the bathtub, Dalley with rolled up sleeves and pant legs standing in the tub with him. 

“Alright. Are you attached to these clothes? I’m thinking it would be easiest to just cut them off if you don’t mind.”

Kolt shook his head and Dalley got to work. 

Kolt was naked in the chair as Dalley turned on the faucet, moving the shower head to where Kolt could touch it. 

“That temperature alright for you?”

Kolt reached out and nodded. A warm shower. When was the last time he had one?

Dalley cleaned Kolt off quickly and efficiently, enough so that it was clear this was how he regularly treated the clients that came through his door. 

As soon as Kolt was clean, Dally had him dry off and then stand up for a proper assessment. 

Kolt wanted quietly as Dally tallied up his scars and old wounds, taking in the way he stood and the bruises around his elbows. 

“Do you know what meds they had you on?” Dalley asked, prodding gently at the needle marks.

Kolt shook his head as Dalley moved his fingers and wrists, assessing any damage or loss of movement. “Something that made me weak and sick…. And it made my eyesight worse.”

Dalley clicked his tongue, looking up at Kolt’s face. “Here, sit down. I’ll check that for you.”

Kolt did, turning his head and letting Dalley push and pull at his face as he examined him. 

“Do you still have your powers?”

“Yes,” Kolt said, flexing the hand he’d used to kill Kate. 

“Alright, tell me when my finger becomes clear.”

Kolt did so and Dalley hummed, taking out a pen light to peer into Kolt’s eye. 

“Did they want you for your power?”

Kolt had to fight very hard to keep from closing his eyes at the reminder. “Yes. They wanted to turn me into a weapon. They didn’t succeed.”

Dalley laughed. “I should hope not. Alright. Looks like you’ll need some physical therapy for a couple of your joints, your muscles are atrophied, your spine looks a little bit messed up but that shouldn’t be a problem. The new healer Phoenix has working for him is incredible. Some of these scars might need a bit of surgery to loosen up and give you more movement back, you’re definitely going to need some surgery for this one-” Dalley tapped Kolt’s lip where the scar pulled everything so tight he knew teeth were always showing on that corner of his mouth- “Or else your teeth might dry up and fall out eventually. We’ll need full dental work up of course. Your eyes are a bit of a concern and I think we should consult someone about your powers just in case anything is wrong. Have you been experiencing any psychological effects from everything that happened?”

Should he lie? You should always tell your doctor the truth, but this…. This was different. Kolt wanted to wait it out and see if a few good nights of sleep and safety would help sort him out. 

“A little dizziness and some strange ocular illusions, but I do not know if that is because of my brain or my eyes,” Kolt said. There, good enough for now. He’d explain more if it became necessary. 

“Okay. We’ll just keep monitoring you. Now I-”

“When was the last time you saw Gale?”

“What?”

“Gale. When did you see him last?”

Dalley leaned back, thinking for a moment. “A few months ago, I think. He said he was going undercover. Looking for you, actually. We thought it a bit of a waste of time, but things were quiet back then, so we weren’t going to keep him from doing so. Did he help you out?”

“I think so. I vaguely remember him, and I have suspicions that the scientists who had me have him.”

Dalley narrowed his eyes at Kolt. “I will tell the Phoenix and we can see what we can do, but-”

“No. I’m going to-”

“Absolutely not! You have a long recovery ahead of you,” Dalley said sharply in a tone that reminded Kolt exactly why he respected the doctor. 

Dallley blew out a breath and said, “You are going to dry up and get dressed, eat something and go to bed. Understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Kolt said. There wasn’t much he could do now, after all. He was just too tired. A bed sounded heavenly right about now. 

Dalley nodded, putting a hand on Kolt’s shoulder and leaning in a little so Kolt could see his expression clearly. “I am glad to see you alive. We searched for you for as long as we could. Gale never gave up, and he won’t give up under whatever treatment those lunatics put him through.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Kolt sighed, shaking his head. “I’m just so glad you’re still here.”

Dalley laughed. “Well, you know me. I am loathe to leave my little crevices.”

Kolt hummed, amused as he slowly got up, ignoring the way his hip and spine clicked as he did so. 

So, Kolt followed Dalley’s advice, giving Dalley a pee sample before going to bed so he could send it off alongside some of Kolt’s hair to be tested for what he’d been drugged with. 

Kolt, now clothed in warm pajamas and properly clean after one more shower, climbed into bed, curling up under the blankets. 

His mind felt heavy, and despite his desire to think and to try and make plans, he couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting closed, sleep overcoming his muddled, exhausted brain. 

Part 10

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[prince-toffee]

Blaze The HunterCat and Silver The VampHog, Starring In:

Meet Cute Pt. 2

It was a disappointing, drab day. The skies were entirely covered by grey clouds, completely veiling the sun, no rogue rays could penetrate the dark clouds.

Some time had passed since their first meeting, seven months, three weeks, four days, and ten hours, not that Blaze was counting or anything. But the cat often found herself looking back on that night. A tip from an informant, an abandoned mansion, and an unlikely friend. Blaze was a vampire hunter, that night she expected to be greeted with battle, and a filthy vampire, but instead she was introduced to someone who would change her life forever; her new partner. Silver. Who was currently in the store across the street, buying... well, Blaze didn't actually know what he was buying. But probably strongarmed by Marine, Blaze's young apprentice, into purchasing something foolish. All she knew was that Marine had ran into the motel Blaze was signing into, asking for-- well, demanded, some money for Silver and her. At first the feline hunter denied her, but after she gave Silver the puppy eyes, and Silver gave Blaze his puppy eyes, she folded. She had a hard time saying no to Silver, and Marine knew it, often used it against her. That crafty raccoon. Marine just ran out cackling, clutching the paper notes close to her chest, to the store across the street. Silver thanked her with a small smile, which made her heart beat strangely fast. He promised to look after the girl, and followed her out.

This was rare for Silver. Going out of their van in the day. Usually only coming out at night to stretch his legs. It worried Blaze, more and more as time went on. She was afraid that Silver was suffering some sort of post traumatic stress, afraid to go outside. When Blaze first met Silver, he said he was trapped in Victory Mansion, but he never elaborated on how long, never said how he ended up there. When she pushed the subject he always panickily remarked that he didn't want to talk about it. She, of course, respected his privacy and wishes, but it didn't prevent her from worrying about him. What happened to him? Was it amnesia perhaps? Maybe Silver didn't remember what happened to him before Blaze. She just wanted to create the most comfortable environment possible for Silver to feel safe in. But really it was him, who made her life that much brighter.

Blaze felt immensely guilty for harming Silver accidently, when a bolt of her crossbow fired into Silver's foot. Luckily, miraculously, no real harm was done. She aimed to make it up to him. He kept telling her not to worry, that he'd be fine if they just dumped him on some random street corner, but Blaze wouldn't hear it. She couldn't help how she felt. "Please, Blaze. All this is unnecessary. The wound's all healed, hehe, I don't want to weigh you down."

"I won't hear any of it, Silver. You are no burden to us. The outside of the foot might look healed, but you should stay off your feet for the next few weeks just to be sure. In the meantime, we will look after you. Just rest, and don't worry about anything. Relax." Blaze assured the man laying in the back of her van as she drove, and took a sharp turn through a red light. Several cars beeped at them, and swerved out of their way. Silver, in the back, tumbled from wall to wall. Silver, being the supernatural creature of flight he was, was never frightened by turbulence, and yet this woman's driving made him have a heart attack.

"'Look after' him? What is he a baby?" Marine mockingly asked, not even tearing her eyes away from her Switch.

"Enough out of you, Mari."

She pulled up to a local café and convenience store. She purchased a warm coffee and a cup of chicken mushroom noodle soup, for Silver, to warm him up, because for some reason he looked tense surrounded by deadly, pointy, anti-vampire weaponry. Blaze stepped out of the store and returned to the van. Doors open, Marine's legs dangling over the edge, she was talking to Silver.

"So, how old are you?" Marine asked, her eyes narrowed, pouting.

That seemed to have tensed him up. He got all shifty eyed, avoiding Marine. "I-- uh-- fift-- no, too, high. thir--" He squinted at Marine, trying to read her face. "Ah, wha-- what's your-- how old do I look?" He was sweating. His lips and mouth felt dry as if he had bitten in a lemon.

"Marine!" Blaze exclaimed angrily at her apprentice. "It is incredibly rude to ask that someone."

Marine turned around still pouting. She argued, "I'm just asking! I mean, look at him!" The girl pointed at their new silver associate. "He looks like he's fifteen and thirty at the same time, and dresses like a freaking hundred year old."

"That's enough!" Blaze exclaimed. She tossed a pack of gummy worms into Marine's face, which immediately changed to overjoyed. "Now, go, get." The girl skittered deeper into the van.

"Awesome, fishing bait!" The girl exclaimed. She chomped down on the packet and attempted to tear it open, but couldn't.

Blaze entered, she turned to Silver, "Do you mind if I close the doors? Keep the cold out?"

"Oh, yeah, s-- sure." He replied quietly. Blaze closed the back doors behind her, and sat down opposite Silver. He was still trying to avoid eye contact.

"I'm... so sorry about Marine. She has no filter." She said side eyeing the girl. The raccoon didn't pay her any attention, focusing on gnawing on her plastic packet. "She's a good kid. She just needs to think before she talks... I-- I think you look... good. You know, not old, I'm twenty-two. If you care." She bowed her head, embarrassed, she didn't know what she was saying.

"Thank you. That's... That's really nice of you..." Silence, once more. Silver's eyes shifted from side to side. "I'm twenty... one."

"Cool..."

"..."

"I-- uh-- I got you something warm." She extended the cup of coffee to Silver, head bowed down, looking down at the ground to avoid his gaze.

Silver took the offering, and just looked at it, attempting to not look confused. "Oh, yes, this, thank you. I-- I like this." He pointed to the cup, and smiled nervously.

"I'm glad. I didn't know what you liked to drink, thought coffee might be a safe choice." Blaze turned her attention to the noodle pot. She partially peeled away the cup's lid, took out and poured in the water from her water bottle into the powdered substance, mixed the contents, and placed the cup on her palm. She realised something. "Before I... Do what I'm about to do... don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Okay?"

Silver looked confused. "O-- Okay? Blaze, believe me, no secret of yours could possibly shock me. And trust me, I have been shot with a wooden stack today, and I'm fine. Trust me, I'm tough. You can't hurt me." He couldn't explain why, but in that moment he reached for her hand, but he realised very quickly that he made a mistake, and retracked the hand before it could make contact. They both bowed their heads down, embarrassed.

Blaze closed her eyes and cleared her mind. Silver's eyes widened in disbelief as the cold soup began to bubble and boil, stream rose up from it, Silver could see vague semblance of embers rising up from Blaze's palm. She was actually generating heat from her hands! After a moment she opened her eyes and passed the cup over to Silver with a spoon. Silver, of course, accepted it, just with amazement on his face. "Blaze, that-- that was amazing! How did you do that?"

"It's just something I've been able to do ever since I was a little girl." A byproduct of dark alchemy, curtesy of her 'beloved' parents, she didn't feel like going into it, a lot of painful memories. "People are usually more horrified when they see this side of me." Silver noticed that there was a very real sorrow in her voice, and a sad look on her face.

He didn't like seeing her sad, he wanted to say something that would lift her spirits, "Well, I think that's amazing, Blaze. You clearly have a gift, and a good, kind soul deserving of it."

"...Thank you, Silver. I... That's... I'm not used to receiving complements like that, forgive me." She attempted to hide her face.

"That sounds terrible, I'm sorry Blaze. You seem really lovely. I mean I really like you. You definitely deserve more complements. You're the nicest person I've ever met. You dressed my wound, you gave me... warm gifts, and... you've said nice things to me."

"Those aren't really a high bar, Silver."

Silver's face fell. "Well..." Blaze waited, but Silver never finished that sentence.

Blaze realised that they treaded on sensitive ground. She cleared her throat, she needed to change the subject. "So, maybe taste the soup and see if you like it." She fidgeted with her hairband which kept her hair in a ponytail.

"Oh! Taste, yep, yes. Sustenance. Food. Ha. Thank you." Silver awkwardly placed the spoon into the cup and swirled the contents and raised some to his mouth. He hesitated slightly, Blaze watched expectingly, he closed his eyes and placed the spoon in his mouth. He slurped and swallowed. His eyes shot open and almost cartoony 'mmmm' escaped him. "This is delicious." He quickly took another spoonful. "Blaze, you made this?!"

"Well, n--"

"This is marvellous! You truly have a talent!"

"I-- thank you, Silver. That's very nice of you."

"Oh seasoning, how I've missed you. Reminds me of my home..." A sad expression crept up onto his face. "I wonder what Romania is like this time of year."

"Is that where you're from? Do you have any family there?" Blaze asked curiously.

"...No... Not anymore." Silver remarked quietly.

"Well... if you don't have anyone to go to... you could stay with us for the time being. At least until we're certain your foot is completely fine."

"...Again, you are the kindest person I've met, Blaze." The silence between the two was interrupted by the sound of struggle. Blaze and Silver turned to see the young raccoon still trying to tear the packet open with her dull teeth. She must've been doing it the entire time, but the two had only just noticed. Marine groaned and threw the packet onto the floor in frustration. Silver scootched over to help. "Here let me help." Silver took the packet of gummy worms, bit down on the plastic with his fangs and pulled, and tore it open as if it was paper. "There you go." He handed it back to Marine, who quickly swiped the sweets out of his hand.

"I loosened it for you."

Silver smiled. He turned back to Blaze, who had a bright blush running across her face. "Blaze? Are your powers manifesting again?"

"Uh, yep, yes. Anyway, time to go. Better get on the road." She coughed, and quickly exited the van through the back door, closing it behind her. Outside, in the cool air, she composed herself, slapping her cheeks, taking a breath in and out.

Silver then turned his attention to the young raccoon, who cocking a crossbow, a wooden stack loaded on it. She narrowed her eyes at Silver, "Just give me a reason to use ol' Doris here." She waved it around in Silver's direction. The hedgehog-out-of-time gulped in fear of the little girl.

Blaze entered the van, and got into the driver's seat, missing the entire threat. "Alright, lets go." She turned the keys in the ignition and the van rattled as the engine shook to life. Blaze took off, without signalling and the journey began.

Silver watched through the windows of the back doors the towering buildings of the city go by. He noticed something else, the welcome sign for Crisis City, they had just passed it. They were leaving... Leaving Crisis City. For the first time in decades. Silver couldn't believe it. It almost felt freeing.

Over the course of the next few months Blaze and Silver became closer. They just enjoyed each others' company, and soon enough it seemed strange to think of a life without the other. Silver was forever thankful to Blaze for freeing him, but also giving him a home of a sort. No one had ever done so much for him, and he felt like he had to repay his rescuer in some way. So he proceeded to do just that. He wanted to be useful. He helped with the washing clothes, tiding up (good lord the van was a mess), he helped organise all resources, although he did have an occasional heart attack when handling the weaponry. Blaze was kind enough to teach Silver all he needed to know when it came to defending himself against vampires; how to sharpen wooden stacks, how to steal holy water out of churches (they got caught a few times), and how to lace garlic essence onto weapons, doorframes, and... clothing. That was... a choice. Silver tried to approach the topic gently.

"Blaze, you know how much I love you."

"Yes, of course Silver."

"And I know you love garlic.... When's the last time you showered?"

"Just a few minutes ago."

"Then why--"

"I cover myself in garlic before I go to sleep every night. You can never be too careful. You don't want a vampire to sneak up on you in the middle of the night, do you?! That's when you're most vulnerable!" She remarked looking semi-deranged. She and Marine were really more alike than either of them were willing to admit.

And that was as far as they ever got with that conversation.

It was just then that Blaze realised that she was staring, out the window, at Silver. He was smiling about something to Marine, who was skittering around out of Blaze's line of sight. She was surprised to see the two get along so well. Mari was so distrusting and cautious of Silver when they first picked him up like a stray. But over the time they had forged a strange friendship, Blaze wasn't even sure when it happened. But Blaze didn't question it. Silver was obviously more lenient and giving with Mari, unlike Blaze who often chose to be more stern and rigid. Silver loved to listen, often sitting patiently and intrigued in anything the young girl had to say, and she loved to ramble. And she had a lot to teach the hedgehog, her limitless passion for all things nautical was intoxicating, the girl was just so excited to finally share her interests with someone who'd listen. Endlessly monologuing about all kinds of ships and how to construct them, and musing about all manner of myths about the seven seas.

Not only that, Silver encouraged the hobby. Apparently, at night, he had snuck out and presumably bought a full pack of art supplies for Mari (with what money? she did not know). Marine made quick use of them when she transformed the outside of the van into a pirate ship with her new airbrushes. Going so far as to even paint a mural at the side of the van depicting a pirate raccoon defeating an attacking Kraken and defending a hedgehog and cat standing back in awe of the raccoon hero. Blaze was unamused and embarrassed.

"Did you want to tell us something, Mari?"

"What? They're at least 25% legally distinct." The girl shrugged.

But probably what got Silver in Marine's good graces was his naivity and gulability.

"Hehehe, hey Silver, hehehe." She snickered to herself.

"Hmm?"

"It-- Hehehe-- It smells-- Ha! Hehehe-- It smells like updog in here."

"... What?... What is updog?" Silver replied unsuspectingly.

Marine fell over onto the ground with bellyaching laughter, tears of joy streaming down her face. She rolled side to side as Silver just watched on, confused, and slightly worried that his young compatriot just suffered a mental break. But no, that was just Marine.

"Oh Ho Ho My God, I've never gotten that to work on anybody! HAHAHA!"

"What-- is happening?"

Blaze simply remarked, "You get used to tuning her out."

Marine didn't say it outright, but she really loved the gift, and she wanted to share it with Silver. She want to paint with him. And Silver would have loved for nothing more, but he couldn't. It was day. And so Silver stayed inside the van. He always did. He claimed he was tired from staying up late last night. So he slept all day, only waking up to chat with Blaze occasionally when she brought him coffee, which quickly became a favourite drink of his. They'd chat for hours on end without realising it, just enthralled in each other's company, laughing and telling stories. Time passed so quickly when they were in each others' presence, there were never enough hours in a day, yet all of them were blissful. Marine teased Blaze about it from time to time, but Blaze just rolled her eyes and scoffed at the implications. She just really liked this weirdo she found in the middle of nowhere. What was the problem?

"Ma'am?... Ma'am, your keys?"

"Wha- Sorry?"

"Your keys, for your rooms." The desk clerk offered a pair of keys in his palm. Blaze kindly accepted them and thanked them after clearing his throat. She noticed that Silver and Marine were returning from the store, Silver several paces behind the raccoon. Blaze stepped out to meet them. She couldn't help but smile.

"So? What did you get?" Blaze asked, arms folded.

"Only something essential." The girl remarked slyly. She then proceeded to pull out something from behind her back. It was strange, Blaze couldn't quite tell what it was supposed to be. A purple ring around her finger, dangling from it was a wobbling rubbery string with a cartoony hand at the end. Mari twirled the contraption around and flung it at the feline, the sticky hand landed directly at the centre of Blaze's forehead. She was unamused to say the least. "See? I can grapple all types a' stuff with this thing! And it can get through metal detectors no problem! Ha!"

"... Marine, you have three seconds to get this thing off me, take these keys, go up to the room, and settle yourself in, or you will get the whopping of your life." Blaze replied sternly.

Marine, clearly intimidated, retracted the silly toy, took the keys and skipped off, "Alright, alright, you don't have a sense of humour I get it... Man, an actual bed, like in a room and stuff, ha, living the high life." Hardly, the motel was... well let us say; below three stars. The raccoon sprinted up the stairs and ran off in search of her room number.

Blaze sighed, and turned to Silver who waited patiently for her with a smile. The irritation melted away quickly. He had a warm coffee in hand, still steaming, which he handed over to the purple feline. "Here, I thought you might like something warm to wake you up."

Blaze accepted, "Thank you, Silvy. Greatly appreciated." She took a quick sip. "Do I look that tired?"

"Wha-- What? No. You look lovely. I just-- thought you might like one. It's our thing." He fidgeted with his fingers awkwardly.

"Have you gotten something for yourself at least?"

"Sure have!" Silver pulled out a delicious red apple. "I've really grown a liking for fruits. Definitely fulfils some... personal cravings." Silver bit into the red juicy orb, tearing a sizable chunk out of the fruit with relative ease, no small part thanks to his sharp canines. Blaze found herself staring at them once more, as she often did, more than she liked to admit. Fangs... Long fangs... she thought to herself. It was curious. She had never seen such large fangs on a hedgehog, they were no great predators.

"Notice anything new about me?" Silver asked excited.

"Huh?"

"You were looking." Silver claimed. Blaze rolled her eyes dismissively, yet a smile was plastered on her face. "Did you notice my new clothes?" He pointed with his flat palms up and down his person, "Normal clothes!... As MarMar put it." He looked expectingly at Blaze. "Do--" He stopped. And started again as air got caught in his throat. "Do you like it?" Immediately he turned away from her, that statement did not come off the way he wanted.

It took a lot of strength for Blaze not to just blurt out a 'Yes!' She had to keep her composure. Be normal. Be normal. When they first meet, Blaze found Silver wearing a rather ornate expensive looking garment, cape and all. Silver kept the outfit for longer than Blaze expected, he said it held significance to him. Perhaps it reminded him of his family, though Blaze didn't know much about them, Silver seemed to have a troubled history with them. Blaze could relate. But he never pried, and so neither did she. They respected each other's boundaries and limits. They understood each other, in a way no one else in their respective lives ever did. It was so refreshing. Being comfortable around someone. Being understood.

Eventually, the old-fashioned garb Silver was sporting was phased out, after an unfortunate adventure that the vampire hunters dragged Silver into. It got ruined in a conflict. There were alegid sightings of vampires in the woods just outside of the coastal town of Soleanna. When Blaze announced where they were heading, Silver looked almost like his ghost was about to leave his body. He tried to sway the two off the path, recalled various legends about the woods in an attempt to scare the vampire hunters away. Blaze simply scoffed and patted Silver on the back, saying that that was exactly why they were going there. The rumours turned out to be true. It was almost as if Silver knew, and tried to warning them ahead of time... Nah, that couldn't be.

The cat opened the back doors of what Marine was now dubing the 'battle-van', apparently she was rewatching the re-runs of ninja turtles again. Silver was shocked to see that there were more weapons now than there were the day before and the day before that.

"That-- That's a lot of... A lot."

"Yes." Blaze smiled eagerly, mistaking Silver's nervousness for being stunned and impressed. She casually swiped a handful of razor blades, silver bullets, and crossbows, and reached for a large black case underneath. It had a long strip of masking tape stuck on it, in marker written on it was one thing: Garlic. She opened the case.

"oh my god." Silver spoke out under his breath.

"Take as much bombs as you need, for your safety." She instructed, clearly worried about Silver's safety.

Silver was quaking, "M-- Maybe later." He had already raised his palms in protest. But Blaze wasn't having any of it.

"None-sense, Silver. This is potentially a dangerous nesting spot for vamps. We have to prepare you." Blaze grabbed Silver's hand and pulled it close. There was that feeling again. A heart beating? His? But that couldn't be, could it? He quickly realised that she didn't just want to hold his hand, as she slapped a garlic grenade into the hedgehog's hand and closed his fingers around it. "Now, I will teach you how to use these."

"Oh, no, that's alright, I don't--" Blaze pulled the pin. "AHHHH! What are you--"

Blaze held Silver's hands, cupping the grenade, "Calm yourself, Silver. The handle is still in place, it will only explode if it flies off. You must hold it in place, understand?" She spoke in a calm tone.

"Uh-- Uh, yeah."

"Alright. Good." Her hands let go of his, he immediately missed the warmth. "After you let go, it explodes after seven seconds. Hold for two, throw on five. Understood?"

"Yep."

"Good. So throw. Because there's a pack of vampires right behind us." The cat pointed behind Silver, who turned in a panic.

A swarm of vampires leapt out of the tall trees, screaming on top of their lungs, "Who Dares Disturb The Land of Mephiles!?"

"Good idea." He quickly lobed the grenade at the incoming horde, it exploded in a cloud of garlic. It slowed the attackers down, but didn't stop them. They ran off splitting up, Blaze ended up on her own, armed with a belt of garlic bombs. She clipped one off after another, chucking the self-made explosives at the incoming hordes. Her masterful hand to hand combat was plenty to keep her opponents at a distance, though her garlic-laced silver blades didn't hurt either... well, not her anyway.

So they did walk right into a trap, a full vampire nest, dozens on dozens of pale, silver-furred, fanged creatures leapt out from the shadows and chased the purple feline, madly running away. The thing is they would've gotten her, if not for a little help. A nightwalker closed the distance, unhinging their jaw to chomp down on Blaze's head, just then a honking came through the dark trees and the van came barrelling through, ramming into the monster, sending the vampire flying. Blaze raised her brow in confusion at her rescue.

"MARINE!?"

"Yeah!" Marine exclaimed happily from behind the steering wheel.

"What are you doing in the van!?!"

"Oh it's cool," The girl replied, "Silver said I was allowed to." She pointed her thumb at Silver in the passenger seat next to her, he waved awkwardly at Blaze.

"You're too young to drive! Get out young lady right now!" Blaze demanded, pointing to the ground at her feet. Then a moment later a snarling growl, vampires began to rain like hail, THUD THUD THUD on the roof of the van. "Stay in the van! Stay in the van!" The cat quickly changed her mind.

The hordes gathered, encircling Blaze, all piling on her. A vampire was about to sink their fangs into Blaze's neck, when she shoved a grenade into his gob. And as she waited for the explosion, a greenlight enveloped them all. And then suddenly, everything felt lighter. Blaze opened her eyes only to be greeted with a soft face, kind eyes, and a warm smile. Silver held her hand and was ushering them into safety. But how? Silver was encased in emerald light. It felt like they were... flying. But... that can't be right.

"Silver?"

"Yes, Blaze?" He smiled, overjoyed to see her safe.

"Are we flying?"

A dreadful realisation struck Silver, his eyes widened as he gasped, "Ah-- N-- No! Wha-- Whaaaat?"

"Yeah, we are!" Marine remarked excited as she popped up from behind him, clinging to his quilled back. The light faded, and the three fell to the ground.

"No. No. No. Flying? You must be woozy." Silver attempted to lie, poorly, he was very bad at that.

"Silver." He fell silent. He didn't want to interrupt her. "Do not lie to me. I know what you are." That was it. The end. The cat was out of the bag. She knew his secret. He enjoyed their short friendship so, and now the person who made his heart beat for the first time in decades was about to slay him. And he accepted it. Closing his eyes. He waited for the feeling of the cold steel to pierce his heart, but instead a warmth welcomed him. A hug. He opened his eyes in blissful surprise. "It's alright, Silver. You don't have to hide."

"What?"

"These powers. It's a curse. Like mine. My fire and your mind. We believed we should have been ashamed of them. To keep them hidden." Silver was stunned to see a tear, roll down her face. She was stunning. "But when I revealed my fire to you... I've never felt freer. And I want you to feel just as free around me."

Silver was taken aback. The kindest thing anyone has ever said to him. He struggled to find the words, he hadn't realised that he too was shedding tears. All choked up, after a moment he finally replied, "Thank you, Blazey." And he returned the hug. They stayed their for a good moment.

"Yeah, guys *sniff* not crying by the way." Marine sniffled.

"Yes, Marine?"

"It's all sweet an' all." She wiped her tears away. "But vamps are right on our heels, and we need to get the van back."

"Yeah, let's do that." Silver sniffed.

"Oh, and one more thing, Silver." Blaze remarked.

"What is it, Blaze?"

"Your clothes, they're torn and tattered. Don't worry, we'll take care of you. Like I promised." She smiled. He smiled back. He nodded joyfully. "Oh, and... did you call me... Blazey?"

It was a lovely memory.

Silver wasn't wearing anything fancy. A grey crop-top hoodie, opening up his midriff, and a pair of black sweatpants. It wasn't much, the team didn't have a lot of money, but Silver made it work. "Are you okay? You kind of zoned out?" Silver asked.

"I'm alright. Just thinking about happy memories..." She looked up at the grey cloudy skies above, sun hid behind the blanket of dullness. "Lousy weather. Not the best outfit for today." She pointed out to him.

"Why's that?" Silver tilted his head to the side.

"It's cold, dull and drab. It's cloudy, the sun can't even peek out today."

"I think it's really lovely." Silver shrugged. "...I love your hair." Silver stated out of the blue. Blaze tilted her head, and quirked a brow. "I love how soft and curly it is. And there's that one rogue curl that always escapes your ponytail. It's-- It's cute, is all."

"Where did that come from?" She asked curiously.

"Well, I just thought you could use some complements. You deserve them."

Blaze wore a dreamful expression on her face. She closed the distance between them, and placed a hand on his waist. Which prompted him to drop his apple. He turned tomato red. His lips quivered, and his voice shook, "Bla-- Blazey? What are you?--" The cat's smile grew into a smirk all the while her hand snaked up his chest, under the hoodie, to his fluffy chest fur. That practically stole the breath out of Silver's lungs.

"I sure hope I don't get bitten today.~"

He tapped his pointing fingers together as his blush burned brighter, "Like? Right here?" She pushed him backwards against the doors of the van. Her other arm snaked around his side, causing the pinned boy to shake, the hand reached passed him and unlocked the van doors.

"In."

"Yep."

He encased himself and her in a green light and floated them into the van, closing the door behind them, and drawing the blinds closed around the windows. Silver, red as a tomato, laid himself on the floor, his heart was racing. And he loved it. He loved this feeling, feeling in general. It was amazing. He couldn't stop smiling, even if it quivered. As Blaze pounced on him, pinning him to the ground, Silver was practically vibrating in his nervousness. She locked eyes with him. Their noses were an inch apart. "Are you okay with this?" He nodded, just 'mmhmm'ing, blushing feverishly. She closed the distance, nuzzling their noses together. She moved up to his ear and kissed it softly, purring into it. Silver giggled as he cuddled closer into Blaze's warm body.

Her fingers slowly combed through his fluffy chest fur, scratching and brushing it. Her pointing finger caught a lock of snow white fur and twirled it around. She had found out over time that she enjoyed doing it, helped her think. She never stopped looking at him, wide smirk on her face, her eyes half-lidded keeping direct eye contact with Silver's wide, adorably-panicked eyes. The most powerful being on the planet, and he melts before her touch; it was satisfying, to hold such power over a person and have them desire it.

Silver in turn leaned in and shakingly kissed Blaze's scar on her left cheek. It was an old wound, it didn't hurt anymore. Silver often wondered where and how Blaze had gotten it; probably in some epic confrontation of a vampire or some other opponent. But once again, they didn't intrude. He quickly realised Blaze was uncomfortable with it, often turning away from him to hide her left cheek from him when he acknowledged it; usually trying to cover it with popped collars of her trench coat, a scarf, or hood. As their relationship grew more intimate over the months traveling together Silver managed to muster up the courage to show his appreciation and care for Blaze, who was doing so much for him. Not only did he help with cleaning and washing, and constantly getting them gifts, he wanted to do more. He realised that much like him Blaze was a self-conscious person, who often reseeded into herself. He wanted to show that he loved all of her, that all of her was beautiful. To him she was a marvel. It started with complements, then one day when falling asleep on him she, half-asleep, led his soft hand to her left cheek, before falling into slumber. Silver had planned to stay up all night that night to keep watch over them like always. But the warmth, both coming from her and from inside his own body, the softness of Blaze's fur, and the melodic purring that he had never heard before, it coaxed his eyes to close. And that was the night that he fell asleep for the first in his life, and what a wonderful night of sleep it was. He awoke from one dream to another to see that she had not retreated from their embrace in the morning. With sleepy greetings exchanged Silver dared to lean in that morning and place his lips upon her left cheek, and simply whispered, "Thank you."

She liked it. The gesture stayed, and increased in frequency. They didn't really notice the change in their relationship, and so they didn't acknowledge it. That was until Marine teased them about it one day when arguing with Blaze, which happened a lot. Something along the lines of:

"Why are we still on the intersection?! We should be off it by now! We should be on E12! 12! We're on 17! Why are we on 17!?" Blaze complained frantically with bags under her eyes, her ponytail a mess, hunched over, her eyes darting madly between the road ahead and the map Marine was holding, and flipping it upsidedown, then a second later downsideup. They were lost. And Blaze had been up for hours, coffee after coffee, trying to find the path to their destination. "Stop turning it."

Marine, rightfully, rolled her eyes and groaned. "Well, maybe we wouldn't be lost, if you and Silver just cut down on your smooch sessions."

The car halted to a sudden stop, swerving to the side of the road. Blaze just sat there, stiff, motionless, with a million yard stare. She looked like she was about to break the steering wheel off. The young raccoon felt a sudden surge of fear, and foresaw a whooping in her future. The girl was suddenly quiet. Poor Silver was just behind them in the back within ear shot of the argument, he simply sat there tight lipped, sweating. "Is-- Is anyone else w-- warm? I-- Is it warm for anyone else?"

The incident led Blaze and Silver to actually acknowledge the change in their relationship, which was awkward, but important and ultimately helpful, it helped them move forward and be more open about how they truly felt towards each other. Even thought they still shyed away and denied it when Marine brought it up.

Blaze moved down from Silver's sensitive ear down to his cheek, and kissed it gently. Then hovered above his lips. Silver shook, his heart felt like it was about to explode. She waited, building up the tension, the anticipation, holding her prey in suspense, never letting him know when she was about to strike. In a playful twist, the feline moved away from boy's lips, she smiled showcasing her own sharp canines; Silver almost passed out at the sight, he knew exactly what was coming up.

Blaze softly kissed her partner's neck. Blaze unhinged her jaw, freeing her feline fangs, like shimmering sabers; Silver readied himself. And Blaze sank her teeth into Silver's neck, she was being gentle, it nearly broke skin, but not quite. Silver knew her teeth could snap through chains, she was being gentle with him. Silver couldn't help but kick his feet. And soon enough Blaze heard her favourite sound in the whole wide world emanating from Silver's throat. Silver was whimpering. She giggled. She loved it.

Blaze moved back to Silver's lips, hovering directly above them once more. They were about to bridge the gap, when Blaze spoke, "I love that sound." And then... suddenly... the romantic atmosphere record scratched away. Silver recoiled at the smell of his beloved's breath. It was garlic. He almost turned green. Blaze was unaware of the atmosphere change, "You like that?"

Silver gulped and nodded, "Yeah. Yep. Oh my god." He almost passed out. "Jalapeno, remember when I told you about my garlic-- uh-- allergy?"

Blaze quirked her brow, confused, "Yes? Wha--" She came to a realisation. "Oh!" She pulled back, "Oh I'm so sorry, Silver." She immediately began looking around for any mints.

"No, no, it's alright. I-- I loved it, Blazey." He reached out for her, wrapping his arms around her. "We can-- Can we keep going?" He awkwardly asked. Blaze just smirked down at the adorable boy cuddling into her. The cat found her breath spray, and the game was back on. Blaze pushed her prey back down to the floor, and laid down on top of him, placing her head on Silver's furry chest, the softest pillar in the world.

"I have never been more at peace." She murmured, her voice muffled by Silver's thick fur.

Silver felt Blaze's tense muscles ease up, her breath was slow and steady, and a low purring vibrated out of her. He believed her. And he made her feel that way? He was beyond honoured, overjoyed. "Blaze, you have no idea how happy that makes me to hear that. All I ever wanted to do was make you feel comfortable, make up for all that you've given me."

Blaze's finger was once again twirling Silver's chest fur playfully, it often helped her think, or relax. Perhaps she was trying to do both. There was something on her mind. "I don't feel like I deserve to feel this way."

That shocked Silver out of his daydreaming gaze, "What? Why?"

"I have grown complacent. Lazy... Unfocused... About my duties, my mission."

"..."

"I took a vow to hunt down the nightwalker, to never rest until I have slain the last vampire and have rid this world of their macabre evil. Only then, when the world is safe, do I have the right to rest."

"... Blaze, you do so much."

"No. I used to. But... I have been abandoning my responsibilities, selfishly, for the pursuit of a normal lifestyle. These past few months I've neglected the hunt. I haven't slain a single vampire in months. Months! Because I have been too busy with picnics and going to concerts and watching films, and-- and pretending like I have a normal, ordinary life. While the forces of evil reign unchecked, all because of my desire for companionship and the ordinary!..."

"... I... I wouldn't mind being ordinary. Ordinary could be nice." They looked into each other's eyes, enamoured by the soul behind.

She nuzzled deeper into his fur, "I don't get to indulge with the mundane and the routine. Whether the world knows it or not, it's depending on me. It's all on me. And if I turn a blind eye to this, it makes me just as much of a monster as my rivals."

"You don't need some mad mission to prove to the world and yourself that you're a good person. I already know that, because I know you. And you're amazing!... It's not all on you, it doesn't have to be. I can help share the weight. I think that's what partners do."

Blaze smiled, "I don't deserve you."

"You deserve the world and more... I'm the one who's not enough, I have no great wealth, no great wisdom, all I have to give is myself. Even though I know I can never be enough, I dedicate all of myself to you. In the hope that one day I will be worthy of your kindness... I never really felt alive before I met you. Every moment with you is bliss." He was looking up at the roof, staring into the middle distance, but the words came straight from the heart. He looked down to see Blaze looking up at him with watery eyes, "Thank you for making my heart beat."

"Oh Silver." Blaze pulled herself up and without any hesitation placed a kiss directly on Silver's lips. Silver kissed back, he attempted to push back, but there was no winning the battle, he melted under her touch, and Blaze dominated as usual. And just then, when they were deep in their fantasy and bliss... the van doors swung open and Marine intruded. She was about ask for something, but stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened and lit up, her mouth agape. She released a high pitched shriek which transformed midway into a cackle.

"Oh. My. GOD! You ARE together! HA! I knew it!" She exclaimed.

Blaze got up and was about to assault this small child before Silver stopped her.

"MARIIIIIIIINE!!!!!!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" The girl ran off laughing.

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And then they exploded.

Sorry for the (extremely) overdue Halloween treat. Life is hectic. But I love these two so much. These fic was a long time coming. And of course I want give a heartfelt thank you to @vilayrou for making such beautiful art that inspired me to write some of my new favourite fics. And as a bonus; Happy SilvazeAnniversary!